#the sunlight hits my pillow squarely in my eye

[bypatia]

my childhood bedroom is the only place in the universe where the veil is thin. i am looking across space and time here, sitting on the bed I have cried myself to sleep in so many times. the only place in the universe that i can watch this weirdo tree bloom with pink flowers every autumn (i also watched it grow up with me). this is the only place where my cat can sleep in my blanket with me. the only place where i have watched the same sun rise again and again for a million years. i exist only here. everywhere else is a lie, a mirror, a mime or a mask.

[magical-reid]

The Spell Gone Awry

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Word Count: 1.9 K

It was a quiet afternoon at Hogwarts, or at least it was supposed to be. The Great Lake glimmered in the autumn sun, and the grounds were bustling with students making the most of their weekend. You had intended to spend the afternoon exploring the castle’s nooks and crannies, but fate had other plans.

The courtyard near the Clock Tower was unusually noisy. As you walked through the archway, you realized why—two Slytherins were dueling.

“Expelliarmus!” one voice shouted, and a wand went flying.

You paused, recognizing the unmistakable drawl of Draco Malfoy. He stood with his wand raised, his silver-blond hair gleaming in the sunlight, and his trademark smirk firmly in place. Opposite him was Theodore Nott, his face set in determination.

Normally, you’d avoid scenes like this—public displays of superiority were practically a pastime for Draco—but today, curiosity got the better of you.

You were mid-step, walking through the duel’s perimeter, when Theodore shouted, “Stupefy!”

Before you could process what was happening, a jet of red light hit you square in the chest. Your body flew back, the world spinning as you crashed into the stone pavement with a sickening thud.

“Y/N!”

Draco’s voice cut through the fog in your mind, sharper than the pain that spread across your body. You tried to sit up, but your limbs wouldn’t cooperate.

“Move, Nott!” Draco snapped, shoving Theodore aside as he knelt at your side. His hands hovered over you, unsure where to touch. “Someone get Madam Pomfrey!”

Through your hazy vision, you saw the concern etched into his face. It was an expression you’d never seen from him before.

“Draco…” you murmured weakly, but the darkness claimed you before you could say more.

The Hospital Wing

You woke to the sound of murmured voices. The faint scent of medicinal potions hung in the air, and the soft rustling of curtains told you where you were—the hospital wing.

“Finally,” came a familiar voice, tinged with relief.

Turning your head, you saw Draco sitting in a chair beside your bed. His tie was loosened, his robes slightly rumpled as though he’d been there for hours.

“How long have I been here?” you croaked, your throat dry.

“Since this afternoon,” Draco said, leaning forward. “You’ve been out cold for hours. I thought…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening. “You shouldn’t have been walking through the middle of a duel.”

His tone was accusatory, but his eyes betrayed his guilt.

“I didn’t know there was a duel,” you said softly.

He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “You could’ve been seriously hurt, Y/N.”

You tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through your back. Draco was immediately at your side, adjusting your pillows and muttering about how careless Nott had been.

“Draco,” you interrupted, “it wasn’t your fault.”

His hands stilled, and he looked at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “It doesn’t matter. You got hurt because I was being…well, me.”

You managed a weak smile. “You mean a show-off?”

His lips twitched, but the smirk you expected didn’t come. Instead, he sat back down, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Why did you stay?” you asked after a moment.

Draco scoffed, though his ears turned pink. “You’re in my House. It would’ve been…unbecoming to leave you here alone.”

His words didn’t quite match the look in his eyes—soft, vulnerable.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely.

Whispers in the Shadows

The following week was strange. News of the accident spread quickly, and students whispered about how Draco Malfoy had stayed by your side until you woke. Some called it an act of guilt, others a show of loyalty to a fellow Slytherin.

Draco, however, seemed to avoid you. In the Great Hall, he sat at the far end of the table, his gaze fixed on his plate. In Potions, he worked silently, not once glancing in your direction.

It hurt more than you wanted to admit.

One evening, as you wandered the castle in search of solitude, you found yourself in the library. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across the shelves, and the room was mostly empty.

“Y/N.”

The sound of your name made you turn. Draco stood at the end of the aisle, his hands buried in his pockets.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, surprised.

He hesitated before stepping closer. “I wanted to check on you.”

“You could’ve done that anytime,” you said, unable to hide the hurt in your voice. “But you’ve been avoiding me.”

Draco stopped mid-step, his pale complexion flushing slightly. His hands fidgeted in his pockets, a rare sign of discomfort. For once, he didn’t have a witty retort or his usual confidence.

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” he said quietly, though his tone lacked conviction.

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Really? Because that’s what it felt like.”

He sighed, dragging a hand through his platinum hair. “Fine. Maybe I was. But it wasn’t because I didn’t want to see you.”

You frowned, confused. “Then why?”

Draco hesitated again, glancing around to ensure no one was within earshot. When he finally met your gaze, his gray eyes were unusually vulnerable, stripped of their usual smugness.

“Because you make me feel…unlike myself,” he admitted.

You blinked. “Unlike yourself?”

“Yes. And I’m not sure I like it.” He let out a frustrated huff and leaned against the bookshelf, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Ever since that day in the courtyard, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. About what could’ve happened if that spell had been stronger, if I hadn’t stopped Theodore fast enough.”

You softened at his words, the anger draining from your posture. “Draco, it wasn’t your fault. Accidents happen.”

He shook his head, his jaw tightening. “You don’t get it. I’m not used to…caring about what happens to anyone else.”

You couldn’t help the small, surprised laugh that escaped your lips. “That’s not true. You care about your family. Your friends.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But this is different.”

The vulnerability in his expression made your heart ache. You stepped closer, reaching out to touch his arm. “Draco, I don’t know what you’re so afraid of. But I don’t need you to be anyone other than yourself.”

He looked at your hand on his arm, then back at you, his eyes softening. “That’s what’s terrifying,” he murmured. “You see me—the real me. And I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

You smiled gently. “Maybe you don’t have to be ready. Maybe it’s enough to just feel it.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The library seemed impossibly still, as though the castle itself was holding its breath. Then, slowly, Draco reached up and covered your hand with his own.

“Why are you so…kind to me?” he asked, his voice almost breaking.

You squeezed his arm lightly. “Because I see the real you, Draco. And I like him.”

The Dance of Distance

In the days that followed, Draco became a near-constant presence in your life. He walked with you to classes, found excuses to sit beside you in the Great Hall, and even waited for you after Potions.

But the closer he grew, the more complicated things became. The whispers among the Slytherins grew louder, their sharp comments cutting deeper. Some accused you of using Draco to climb the social ladder. Others claimed you’d bewitched him, that no one like you could possibly hold the attention of someone like him.

And yet, through it all, Draco stayed at your side.

One evening, as you sat by the Black Lake, he found you staring into the water, lost in thought.

“You’re quiet today,” he said, sitting beside you.

“Just thinking,” you replied, your tone subdued.

He frowned, leaning closer. “About what?”

You hesitated before meeting his gaze. “About us. About how everyone seems to think we shouldn’t…be together.”

His expression darkened. “Let them think what they want. Since when do their opinions matter to you?”

“They don’t,” you admitted, though your voice wavered. “But I don’t want them to hurt you, Draco. And I feel like being with me is only making things harder for you.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his gray eyes searching yours. Then, without a word, he reached out and cupped your face in his hands.

“Listen to me,” he said firmly, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. “You’re the only person who’s ever looked at me and seen something more than a Malfoy. You’re the only one who makes me feel like I’m worth something beyond my name. Don’t take that away from me because of a few gossipy idiots.”

Tears pricked your eyes, but you managed a small smile. “You really mean that?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t,” he said, his voice softening. “Besides, you’re stuck with me now.”

An Unspoken Confession

The Yule Ball arrived faster than you expected, and with it came the usual flurry of excitement. Dresses were chosen, hair was styled, and students buzzed with anticipation. You hadn’t planned on going—until Draco appeared outside the Slytherin common room, dressed impeccably in black and silver, his hand outstretched.

“Come with me,” he said simply.

You hesitated, your heart pounding. “Draco, I don’t even have—”

“Don’t worry about that,” he interrupted, smirking slightly. With a flick of his wand, a set of elegant green robes appeared in his arms.

You stared at him, speechless.

“I took the liberty of having these made,” he said, his smirk softening into a small, hopeful smile. “For you.”

The warmth in his gaze made your chest tighten. Wordlessly, you took the robes and stepped back into the common room to change.

The Dance

The Great Hall was transformed into a winter wonderland, with snowflakes falling from the enchanted ceiling and twinkling lights illuminating the room. Students swirled across the dance floor, laughter and music filling the air.

Draco guided you to the center of the room, his hand resting lightly on your waist.

“People are staring,” you murmured nervously.

“Let them,” he said, his smirk returning. “They’re probably jealous.”

You laughed despite yourself, relaxing as he led you through the waltz. For the first time in weeks, the whispers and the stares didn’t matter.

As the music slowed, Draco leaned closer, his voice low in your ear. “You know, I’ve been trying to tell you something.”

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze. “What is it?”

He hesitated for the briefest moment before saying, “I’m falling for you.”

Your breath caught, and your heart seemed to skip a beat. “Draco…”

He smiled faintly. “You don’t have to say anything. I just needed you to know.”

But you did say something. Leaning up on your toes, you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, his expression was equal parts shock and joy.

“I think I’m falling for you too,” you whispered.

His grin was brighter than any spell he’d ever cast.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

[velvetreds]

STFU — K. KOZUME

cws; swearing, writing lowkey gives stephen king at one point because i read like four novels in a row while writing this, misunderstandings, gn!reader i think

wc; 1667

"kenma."

he groaned.

"kenma."

"mm." his eyes fluttered open, and he was met with the — extremely fetching — sight of you hovering over him. you looked beautiful, as usual, even though you'd just woken up, and he cracked a small, sleepy smile. okay, he'd seen you. time to go back to sleep. but as soon as he closed his eyes, you poked his cheek to wake him up again.

"y/n, what the hell..."

"you have to wake up, you have practice!"

"fuck practice," he whined, burying his face in his pillow. the awesomest. sleepover of his entire life could not be ending like this. he heard you giggling behind him and groaned again. "i just wanna sleep!" he stopped talking, preparing to doze off again.

"is it too late to join a different club?"

"no," you told him forcefully. "and you're my best friend, so i'd love to let you sleep, but i can't exactly tell kuroo or the coach that, can i?"

and you're my best friend and i'm in love with you, but i can't exactly tell you that either, so we don't always get what we want, do we? he thought drowsily. or he thought he did, anyways, because the next thing he heard was your gasp — maybe a bit too loud, but it was there all the same, and shit, he must've said it out loud.

"what was that?" you asked him, and for a second he panicked.

kenma had never really been a fan of volleyball. it's nothing he hated, but he was sure he'd be perfectly fine without it too. and it was tiring. but he had learnt one thing from it — or maybe he'd known it all along, and it just helped him improve — and that one thing just happened to be bluffing. so he rolled over to stare at you blankly. "huh? I didn't say anything."

"okay," you said, but you weren't really sure he was telling the truth. sometime after you walked him to practice, he started avoiding you, and then you had to accept that yeah, he'd lied.

how could he accidentally confess his love to someone while half asleep? kenma had no idea; furthermore, he was haunted by the fear of other people finding out what he'd kept carefully hidden for over half a decade. he remembered being twelve and kuroo grinning at him so all-knowingly at him. i know what you are, he'd said. not aloud, but kenma had heard it clear as day, just as he noticed how kuroo's canines were glinting unnaturally in the sunlight, and seconds before getting hit squarely in the face with a volleyball because he'd looked away to stare at you. it had totally been worth it, though, he decided, when you came over to his house with a bag of candy and some cold soda.

he was struck with the sudden realisation that he's holding the exact same soda — completely identical, down to the flavour and the size of the bottle — in one hand as his fingers slowly grew numb from the cold when he saw you again, talking to kuroo as the two of you approached him. he was acutely aware of the condensation dripping down his fingers when kuroo yelled out to him, and he waved at the two of nervously with his free hand, trying to gauge your reaction. you waved back, and he was filled with a swirl of emotions, including but definitely not limited to relief.

you didn't find it suspicious when kuroo "had to go" somewhere barely two minutes into your conversations, but kenma did. said suspicions were further confirmed when kuroo — after making sure your back was turned — grinned at him wolfishly and mouthed "good luck" to him as he left.

almost immediately after kuroo disappeared, the atmosphere shifted before either of you even said anything. there was reproach in your gaze as you stared at him silently

(why are you ignoring me?)

there was an unspoken apology in his.

(i'm sorry so sorry i fucked up i didn't mean to this is all my fault)

drip

the two of you stood in silence.

drip

another drop of condensation hit the ground.

you glanced at your watch for the third time.

"do i... do you want me to walk you home?" he asked.

say no, you told yourself. give him the same treatment he gave you.

"yes," you said aloud. "i'd like that."

you had never been able to say no to him, after all.

the walk back to your house was warm and sticky, a textbook summer day if there ever was one. kenma had been looking forward to his stupid drink, but your reddened cheeks and the way your hair clung to your sweaty forehead made him pity you enough to wrench the cap off and hold the bottle out to you. you drank gratefully, and it appeared that you'd cooled down a bit afterwards. alongside your body temperature, the simmering tension between the two of you also went down considerably.

"kenma, will you come in for a bit?" you asked at your door, fingers still wrapped around the neck of the half-empty soda bottle. you weren't sure why you asked, exactly, but you did want to talk things out — losing kenma like this wasn't something you wanted in any way, and you'd lose kuroo by proxy too, resulting in you having a total of zero best friends.

"sure," he replied. to anyone else, his voice would've sounded the same as usual — monotonous, a little bored — but you knew better. he was nervous. for a moment, that made you happy in a weird, twisted sort of way.

he sat cross-legged on your bedroom floor, eyes glued to the switch in his hands as he played. however, today his attention was on you, instead, mind subconsciously following you around your room. hearing you shuffle into the bathroom, he relaxed, but only a little. for some reason, he was sure that your silence was much more terrifying than whatever you were planning to say to him.

when you came out, you looked refreshed, calmer. you padded to your bed, now in your pjs and the terrible fluffy slippers that kenma always despised — until today. how could he ever have hated them, he wondered, when they were so indisputably you?

you forced him into the bathroom next (no sweaty people allowed in my room!) along with some of his clothes he'd left at yours before. it wasn't anything new. all three of you — you, kenma, kuroo — had each other's stuff scattered all around your rooms. the three of you had had a very equal relationship — or so you'd thought. until that fateful day almost a fortnight ago, when kenma had mumbled out an accidental love confession while trying to skip out on practice. surely it wasn't an actual confession, you thought. there was no way he could possibly like someone like you, right?

yeah. exactly. it was an accident, and he felt bad for leading you on so he avoided you. but how could he have known? there was no way that kuroo told him, was there? a new wave of panic washed over you, and you couldn't help but jump in surprise as kenma accidentally opened the bathroom door with an unnecessary amount of extra force and re-entered your room.

"kenma," you sighed with relief. "i got scared for a sec."

"who else would it be?" he asked, a small, slow smile creeping across his face.

"no— i don't know..." you trailed off. before you could say anything else, kenma decided to speak.

"i'm sorry," he said.

"whahuh?" the two words had caught you completely off guard. you hadn't been expecting him to say a specific thing, but you hadn't expected him to apologise either. he bristled uncomfortably under your surprised deer-in-headlights stare.

"i've been avoiding you," he tried next. it was true; you both knew it by now. how were you even supposed to respond? everything you thought of seemed wrong for the situation. instead, you decided to ask a question in return.

"why'd you say you were in love with me?"

kenma cringed at your question, as if it caused him to feel some sort of physical discomfort. "because? i am?"

it came out as more of a question than a statement, and only served to confuse you more. "what?"

and then the words finally registered into your brain, and your face creased into a little frown — an adorable one, too, kenma thought, but he had to remind himself to not get carried away right now. "no, that's impossible. who put you up to this, kuroo?"

a pained grimace crossed his face. "what? no. besides, kuro would never do that."

"then?" you demanded. no response. the two of you stayed silent, you sitting on your bed, and him at the other end of the room.

"um, i was twelve." kenma was the first to break the tensed silence, hating the sound of his own voice.

"when i first liked you, i guess," he added as an afterthought.

"no." you sat up straighter, eyes flicking to the calendar, where a date was circled in bright red marker. beside it, there was an extremely artistic rendition of what you could only guess to be a pudding, done by none other than kuroo. the marked date was kenma's eighteenth birthday. "that's—"

"a long time, i know," replied kenma resignedly. "kuro's told me enough, you don't have to make it worse."

"but i—"

"i know you don't reciprocate, and i'm not asking you to. all i want is for you to forget this ever—"

"kenma, shut the fuck up and let me speak!" you shrieked, tired of his delusional rambling. he flinched at the sound of your voice, but obeyed you all the same.

"i love you too, okay? so stop being stupid!"

kenma blinked in surprise. "huh?"

"didn't see that coming, did you?" you slid off your bed, grinning at him triumphantly.

i dont remember writing this or the process or anything at all. help :3 almost done with the screenshots for unreq lvrs org btw!!!!

[impala-dreamer]

Lumière

A Supernatural Story

~ Dean rises with the sun and takes some time to appreciate the way the light glides over his lover...~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

1,657 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Fluffy romance with some oral and fucking ;)

A/N: This was written for my @jacklesversebingo square "Early Morning Sex" Hope you enjoy <3

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Waking up to sunlight was strange. Typically, his bed was deep inside the Bunker with no  windows, or hidden in a cheap motel room behind black-out curtains.

He closed his eyes tighter as the streaks of sun hit his lashes and he sighed at the warmth.

A deep breath. A delicious stretch.

Dean rolled over to find Y/N still asleep; her beautiful face slack, hair disheveled and messy against the crisp white sheet. The pillow was dented beneath her head and her right hand was thrown above like she’d been fighting something deadly before passing out. Even in a fancy hotel, surrounded by comfort, Y/N was still fighting in her sleep.

He’d gotten used to it over the few months that they’d been sharing a bed. Sure, he generally woke up with bruises, and once what felt like a broken rib, but it was worth it to fall asleep to the sound of her breathing and wake up to her raspy sleep-ruined voice.

He didn’t want to hear it just yet, however, so he set himself up on his elbow and leaned over her to get a better look. He wanted to memorize everything about her. Count every strand of hair that curled over her ear, catalog every different line on her face; give a name to every freckle and beauty mark.

Dean smiled softly and lifted his hand to her cheek. With the back of his knuckles, he traced the beam of light on her skin and Y/N’s eyes fluttered. She woke slowly, knowing that she was safe, feeling the warmth of his touch and the loving pulse of his aura as it mixed with hers.

“Mornin’.”

She opened her eyes and smiled, biting her lip shyly as she found him staring down at her.

“Morning.” She cleared her throat. “What’re you doin’?”

He felt her cheeks heat up with a blush and he licked his lips, still staring. “Just watching you.”

“And bein’ creepy.”

She went to swat his hand away, but Dean flipped the script and grabbed her wrist. He pinned it above her head, lightly pressing her hand back into the pillow. She opened her mouth to protest, but he closed his lips around hers, stealing her breath.

“Well, hello, cowboy,” she moaned, looking up at him with wide eyes that still held the glaze of sleep. “Someone woke up on the right side of the bed.”

“Always the right side,” he whispered, nudging her cheek with the tip of his nose, “with you.”

“Such a charmer…”

With a stretch, Y/N wrapped her free hand around the wide breadth of his shoulders and tugged him closer. He crushed her down into the mattress, solid and whole and warm as the sun peeking around the edges of the window.

He licked into her mouth and she clawed lightly at the nape of his neck. The smooth tanned skin there was prickled by tiny hairs- he’d need a haircut soon. She ran her nails up a bit, gave his scalp a gentle scratch which made his kiss deepen. He moaned, deep and gruff, and left her lips to travel across her jaw and down.

He dropped a trail of kisses like breadcrumbs along her collarbone, stopped for a nibble on her pulse. He could feel her heartbeat beneath his lips and the thumb still locked around her wrist and he rolled his hips into hers, wanting to feel it speed up.

A tiny roar rumbled in the back of her throat when his erection pushed against the soft of her belly and her pulse quickened. Dean let out a little laugh and licked away the ghost of a dent that his teeth had made.

“You’re gonna drive me crazy,” she said with a sigh.

Dean sat up a bit and gave her a billion dollar smile and a slightly double-eyed wink. “I mean… That is the plan.”

Y/N dug her teeth into her bottom lip and Dean grew hungrier as she let it spill back out like a cherry stained pillow.

“Fuck, I want you so bad…”

She set her palm against his shadowed cheek. “You’ve got me, Dean.” With a quick twist, her other hand was free and she snuck it down between their bodies. He gaped as her fingers brushed his cock. “So what are you gonna do with me?”

He hummed darkly. “I’m gonna eat you alive.”

She tongued his lips. “Yeah?”

His mouth hung open for a second and his pupils dilated, eclipsing the brilliant green. “Oh, yeah.”

She slid the circle of her fingers down his shaft. “Like to see you try.”

Dean grinned and gave her a final, sloppy kiss before shifting over her and slinking down her body. He tugged the sheet away and kissed each nipple, spending a few more seconds on the left as was his routine. Y/N laid back, adjusting herself and spreading her thighs in anticipation.

“So gorgeous,” he murmured, still awestruck by her beauty in the soft morning light.

Y/N bucked her hips slowly. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Winchester.”

He chuckled against her lower belly. “Oh, I am aware.”

Before she could pull in the next breath, Dean was inside of her. He drove his hot tongue into her pussy and nuzzled his nose against her clit. She gasped with budding pleasure as he licked deep into her.

“Goddamn!”

She shuddered and he pulled back an inch, blowing a warm breath up and down her slit.

“You alright up there?” Green eyes sparked with flirtatious deviousness.

Y/N groaned and wiggled her hips. “Get back to work and I will be.”

Dean smacked his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

He pushed into her again, this time with two thick fingers. His nails scratched her lips slightly but it didn’t matter one bit once his mouth sealed around her clit. He swirled his tongue, pushed and sucked, thrust his fingers at a steadily increasing pace. Before long, she was panting and arching her hips off the bed, trying to get him deeper inside.

Sunrise became daylight and the streaks of gold lightened to pale yellow.

Y/N grabbed his rocketfin ears and tugged, trying to set herself free from his unrelenting lips.

“Dean-”

He shook his head, which only gave a new sensation and invoked an intense set of contractions in her cunt. He felt her body tighten and curled his fingers upwards.

“Dean- stop-”

She writhed against the pillow, held her breath, clawed at the sheet below.

“Dean!”

He came up for air, cheeks slick with her wetness, lips plumper than usual. “Huh?” He looked devastated for a moment, like a child who’d dropped his ice cream cone. “No good?”

Y/N shook her head and sat up a bit, looking down at him. “Too good.”

His brows furrowed. “Um-”

She reached for him. “Wanna come on your cock.”

His brow smoothed, his eyes fluttered. “Fuck.”

Sitting up, she grabbed his face and dragging him to her. She kissed his lips as she scooted closer, spreading herself as wide as she could.

Dean growled like an animal and tipped her back. He grabbed at her legs and fit himself between, resting her knees aside his trim waist.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.”

The light danced across her face as she squirmed, needing him inside. “Please…”

He reached a hand between them and tapped his cock against her clit. She bit back a shriek of pleasure and whined.

“Please!”

He smirked and dragged the tip through her slit, teasing but not giving her enough.

“Dean… God, please!”

It was taking all of his will not to slam into her, but he wanted the moment to last. He wanted to watch her face change from frustration to bliss as he pushed inside.

“Baby,” she whispered desperately, “please fuck me… I need you so bad…”

Rocking his hips, Dean nudged the tip of his cock at her dripping hole, bobbing in and out for a few pulses. When her features had twisted into utter pained frustration, he showed mercy and jabbed his cock into her. She sucked in a deep breath and melted, mind and body, to his touch.

“There’s my girl,” he sang, slowly pulling out and slamming back in. He ratcheted up the pace, holding his breath as her tightness hugged every bit of his length. “Fuck, baby…”

Y/N locked her hands around his biceps, cutting crescents into his arms with her sharp nails. He hissed at the feeling and thrust a little harder. She grunted in time with him and as the orgasm bloomed, her voice grew higher and higher.

“Give it to me,” he urged, staring deep into her eyes. The light was shining fully over her face now and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Come on, baby. Come with me.”

Another thrust and Dean lost it, shooting into her as the pleasure broke. He arched his back and curled inward, his jaw slack and his eyes mere slits.

Y/N felt the pressure as he emptied into her and she came soon after, milking the rest of his energy out with her powerful convulsions.

“Holy fuck, babe!”

She rolled onto her side, close to panting when he finally pulled away. Dean collapsed onto her pillow. Somehow, they’d switched sides during the malay, but neither gave a damn.

Y/N laid her hand on his chest and watched him come down. He closed his eyes and she marveled at the spray of thick lashes illuminated by the sunshine. The light tripped over a hundred freckles on his nose, on every tiny crease by his eyes, on each perfect imperfection.

He was beautiful.

Y/N pressed a kiss to his cheek and Dean turned into it, catching her lips.

“Good morning,” he said again, smiling gently, sated and exhausted.

Y/N laughed softly and snuggled into his side. “Sure fucking is.”

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[lilacfiresoul]

spring, april 1 -- @jegulus-microfic -- 619 words

They’d slept with the window open last night.

It was partially Regulus’ fault; the clocks had turned forward an hour, and he’d been up late, perched on the sloping roof watching the stars pass by, without realising twelve o’clock had turned into two, bypassing one am completely and hurtling Regulus into the next day without a moment’s breath.

One of the best things about living in a small village, in the middle of rural England, is that the light pollution staining the sky from distant cities doesn’t touch here, and Regulus can stare up at the sky and see stars twinkling back.

He’d climbed back inside shortly after, drowsy, completely forgetting to close the windows and curtains as he’d fallen back into bed with James.

Now, as Regulus is pulled from sleep by the sounds of birds chirping, the full onslaught of the sun hits him square in the face as he opens his eyes. Squinting, blinking away bright impressions on his irises, he lifts a hand up to block the light as he leans over to check the time.

Nine o’clock.

Spring is definitely here, and it’s not holding back.

James is still sleeping, on his stomach, his face turned towards Regulus, one arm curled up underneath the pillow to bunch it closer to his cheek. The bedsheets are gathered around his waist—clearly, he got too hot in the night and kicked them off—and the sunlight plays across the surface of his back, ducking between the divots of his spine, smoothing over the slope of his shoulders.

Regulus stares at him, James’ lips slowly parted as he breathes, eyelashes dark against his cheeks. Rays of sunlight dance between the strands of his hair, and he is a Greek god sleeping after a weary battle, Achilles or Apollo, racing with his chariot to pull up the sunrise, every muscle and bone sculptured from pure gold.

“I can feel you staring,” James murmurs. He doesn’t open his eyes, nor move, but he inhales deeply, his back rising and falling with his breath.

Regulus presses his lips together and doesn’t even try to stop his blush of embarrassment. “Can I not stare at my husband whilst he sleeps?”

James cracks open his eyes then, just one, to grin at Regulus before closing it again, snuggling further into the pillow. His voice comes out soft, tired. “Bit creepy, don’t you think? Stalker-ish.”

“We’ve been married for two years,” Regulus reminds him.

With a noise of contentment, one of James’ arms comes out from under the covers to drag Regulus over to him, pulling him into his body. Regulus is all too happy to settle there, tucking his face under James’ chin, breathing in the smell that is just purely James that he can’t describe to anyone else. James, in turn, presses his cheek into Regulus’ hair, his fingers moving to slightly trace lines down his back. It makes Regulus shiver.

“Oh, the window’s open,” James comments, voice still laced with sleep. “Did you leave it like that?”

“Yeah, I forgot to close it.”

One of their neighbours outside starts mowing their lawn, the repeated growl of the motor infiltrating into their bedroom for a few seconds before it purrs to life.

“It’s nine o’clock, you know,” Regulus tells James gently.

James hums, still running fingers along Regulus’ back. “So?”

“So,” Regulus continues. “Don’t you want to get up? It’s sunny out today.”

Neither of them move. James just sighs, pulling Regulus closer. “Five more minutes.”

It’s around one in the afternoon when they both finally get out of bed.

[sweetracha]

Dollhouse Chapter 1: God Meets Barbie

Product Details: Physiological Horror, Angst & Manipulative Fluff

Choking Hazard: Themes of stalking and premeditated crimes, kidnapping, obsession, Stockholm syndrome, delusional fantasies, and illusions to murder

A special thank you to my beautiful bug @goblinracha. This crazy dream world would not be a reality without you. Thank you for staying by my side all this time. Love you bug 💗

Spring flowers bloomed like paint on a blank canvas. Yellow tulips bleed into red roses, accented by violets and stark white daisies. A handcrafted bench sat in a stone clearing, outlined by dewy moss. The setting of the tea shop was perfect for Minho. Every day after work he would visit the small business, get his cup of tea and a blueberry scone, then sit on his bench. So, one day when someone was in his spot he stopped in his tracks. He was about to tell you to leave, that you were ruining his daydream. But then, the light hit your face just right.

Honey gold sunlight dripped from your features. He could tell your skin was soft as silk. Your hair was framed by a beautiful white bow. The dress you wore reminded him of a romantic picnic. It was strawberry red with white squares. The way it flared at your waist gave the most stunning illusion. The skirt pillowed your lap where your smooth legs crossed over one another. Sweet little high heels sat on your feet. The femineity that emanated from your stature excited Minho. A poetry book perched in one hand while a cup of herbal tea sat in the other. You looked like a doll to him—the most beautiful Barbie doll.

He couldn’t help but stare at you, so lost in your own little world. Minho wondered what words you read when your red-lined lips turned up into a sweet smile. What made your pretty cheeks blush all of a sudden? When you paused and looked around, were you deep in thought about the poetic words before you? Questions slowly began to morph into worries. Were you safe? Why would a dolly be by herself in public? Someone could hurt you! Someone could break you! What if you got a scratch on your sweet skin? If no one was going to collect you, he would. Minho would be a perfect God controlling your world so nothing could come near you. God’s plan takes time, Minho knew you were worth the wait.

The first step in his plan? To get a copy of the book you were reading. He must admit the poems were crafted beautifully, however, some of these words were too big for a dolly such as yourself to understand. How could you understand the concept of love if Minho wasn’t showing it to you? He bets no one had ever loved you the way a doll was meant to be cherished. Soon enough he began seeing you every day, even coming 10 minutes earlier just to be there when you arrived. Minho stopped sitting at the bench deciding it was truly meant for you. His routine was always the same. He would sit down at the metal garden table and wait for you to walk in. Some days you even flashed him a little smile and a wave. You were handcrafted perfection. Then once you sit down and pull out your book, Minho would jot down the tea you were drinking. You always left the tag handing out, silly girl. The chart was neat with tallies keeping track of your favorites. Recently you began enjoying a berry hibiscus blend over your typical honey camomile, he believed it was for the changing seasons. Then after you were fully immersed in the world of your book, Minho would get up to grab his order. This meant he would have to walk behind you and smell your perfume, florals, and sugar-coated berries. He couldn’t get too distracted however, he was on a mission. Mentally Minho would take note of what page you were on. Once he had his order in hand and made his way back to his table, he pulled out his copy. Obviously, he put a different book sleeve over the original, Dolly couldn’t know he was watching her. God just had to make sure his dolly wasn’t reading anything her glass eyes shouldn’t see.

Spring finally turned to summer, and day in and day out Minho fell more and more in love. He was convinced at this point you were purposely picking love poems just for him. You were skipping multiple pages just to re-read the words you chose for him. His favorite poem was the one in which the lover declares that he is forever devoted to his lady love. Minho saw it as a confession, that you wanted this just as much as he does. Even the love interest in the story described you as a picture-perfect match…almost too accurately. Something felt off to Minho.

Something was wrong, something was very wrong right now. He heard the classic click of your heels on the stone pathway as you took your rightful display. Minho looked up to see what outfit you decided to grace him with today, soon his emotions soured. The tight black cocktail dress hugged your body in ways that he did not approve of. He did not like how the sleeves fell off your shoulders, exposing your bare skin to the harsh light. It was far too short to cover your silky legs, leaving you open to being scuffed up. No not his dolly! His dolly was limited edition, 1 out of 1 ever made. You would never do this on purpose. Who was corrupting his prized possession?

His answer soon walked in dressed like the definition of a prick. Tall lanky features strolled in, taking up too much sunlight. A mop of blonde and brown curls sat heavily at the front of this head. Thin round frames circled his deceiving eyes. The combination of brown slacks and a red sweater assaulted Minho’s vision. Then the foul creature of a man stopped at you. Not only did he stop in front of Minho’s love, but he also had the nerve to talk to you. Then he dared to sit down next to you. The sounds you made as the creature attacked your exposed skin were clearly a call for help. Despite you clearly not wanting him around, it kissed you. You were in so much shock you didn’t pull away.

Infuriated and filled with rage Minho got up and stormed behind you two, tripping on his way. Minho smirked on his way down to the cobblestone as his tea flew from his hand, straight onto the beast. He shot up with a roaring yell and you quickly followed suit. However, instead of inspecting the man who had you trapped, you went to the poor soul laying on the floor.

“Are you okay?” you reached out a hand to the stranger. Minho gladly accepted it.

“I'm fine, just tripped over some loose pathway” He replied like it wasn’t all planned.

“Oh, they can be such a hassle! My heels get stuck every day” Your giggle was like a master symphony. “I should go check on him if you are alright.” All Minho did was nod in response and bask in your glow as you graciously smiled at him while bidding goodbye.

Minho stood and straightened himself out. You were worth a few cuts to the hands, you were worth all the pain in the world. On the bench next to a soiled napkin laid an unassuming notebook. One Minho had never seen you carry before, it must be that awful man Minho thought. He would do you a favor and take it far away. It probably contained information not suited for a dolly such as yourself. Minho decided it was better to leave early today. That way he can spend more time figuring out how to save you. He could tell by the glint in your eye you were a damsel in distress.

Later that night as Minho was preparing to go to sleep, something intoxicated his mind. There was a voice telling him, not commanding him, to read the notebook. Whatever was inside was vital to your rescue. When he cracked open the worn leather bindings he was appalled at what he read. Word for word, line for line, beat by beat, tempo by tempo, this notebook followed your poetry. The stories you picked for Minho to read were embedded on the pages in front of him, not in print, but in ink.

Minho rummaged through his bag to find his own copy, the one with the false cover. Like something from a nightmare, he analyzed the covers. The ‘property of’ label identically matched the author's signature. That's why the poems seemed so specific, why they painted the pure image of his lady love. You were the muse behind the pen. Enraged Minho threw the book against the wall, shattering a glass frame in the process. He didn’t take kindly to theft and being a criminal meant consequences.

It hurt Minho to see the glass tears fall down your splotchy face. Another bootleg dress was now soiled in mascara. He knew why your face glistened in sadness. That foul beast tricked you into a false sense of love and it's hard for him to continue his games when he is 6 feet in the ground. Like a perfect God, however, where there is death there is life. From the cracked foundation of your heart, he would grow a royal garden.

“Hi, I hope you don’t mind but something seems to be troubling you” Minho stands beside you with silk cloth in hand. He reached out to offer you a small gift.

“Oh-Hi sorry for ruining your tea time. I am okay.” The sniffles that left you made Minho smile wickedly.

“Sweetheart, I can tell something is wrong. I know I am just a stranger but I am also willing to listen” He took a seat next to you. He buzzed in excitement at his proximity to your beauty.

“You aren’t a stranger” Your light blush looked stunning on you. Minho will remember that shade for the future. “I see you here all the time. Honestly, I should thank you for spilling tea on that asshole yesterday” That giggle could cure all diseases.

“Oh? You two seemed happy yesterday” His questioning tone was laced with sarcasm.

“Yeah, I thought so too! Then I show up today to a breakup poem. A POEM! What kind of artsy shit would break up through a poem!” A poem that Minho deliberately crafted for hours after analyzing all of that creature's writings.

“That's awful! Here, you tell me all about it and I’ll listen” The blush on your face deepened as he took the cloth from you are dried your sculpted face. “Im Minho by the way”

“Y/n”

“That is a lovely name, Doll”

Before either of you realized then summer weather began to be followed by a chilling breeze. The trees that surrounded the courtyard colored the atmosphere with browns, yellows, and reds. Day in and day out you were comforted by the sweet man you knew as Minho. You couldn’t deny the butterflies he gave you. Those bunny teeth that flashed through his smile and his cat-like antics made you swoon. He would fight you on every little thing but immediately follow it up with a lingering hug. Even the nicknames he gave you made you feel special. Dolly, he always called you Dolly. Oh, how you wished to be HIS dolly but you weren’t sure if he even felt the same way. It was clear Minho guarded his emotions. Something was off with him but in a charming and curious way. If only you could peek into that mind of his.

Storm clouds erased the sky while cracks of lightning rang in the distance. What started as the little pitter-patter of droplets on stone became a downpour. Minho couldn’t tell if the thumbing in his ears was the sound of hail or his own heartbeat as you snuggled into him for protection. He covered you as best he could with his jacket, not wanting your custom paint job to smudge. Fixing your hair might take some work, and the outfit is better off trashed than repaired, but Minho was willing to do anything to keep his doll pristine. He caged you in a tight embrace as another boom of thunder came too close for comfort.

“Dolly, I think we better get you somewhere warm and dry. Poor thing you are shaking” He wished he could transfer all his heat to you, blue wasn’t the color he assigned to you. No, you were pinks, blushes, peaches, and roses. “Let’s go back to my place, hm? I’ll make you a nice cup of tea.”

Minho’s house was the same on the inside as he was on the outside. Cozy, quiet, a little unassuming, but absolutely charming. Soft browns and ivory whites seemed to be the palate of choice. You sat at the oak table waiting for him to come back from the kitchen. Your hands felt the grooves closely, Minho sure had an attention to detail even if he didn’t show it. He wore the same pair of gray joggers and a white tee almost every day. You wondered how many identical copies he owned.

“I had it made back when I lived in Korea, an old friend of mine is a woodworker” he broke you out of your spell. The cup of tea he set in front of you was an odd color, candy pink with the smell of something like medicine. You weren’t going to be rude, however, maybe his choice of tea was just unusual.

“It’s beautiful Minho” he smiled as you sipped some more.

‘Not as beautiful as you, Dolly”

You didn’t know how to react, a deep dark blush taking hits place on your cheeks.

“There is that blush I love so much. My pretty pink princess.” was it just you or did the room seem to be getting blurry? A loud thumb snapped you out of your hazed thoughts.

“What was that?” When did your voice become slurred?

“Oh, probably an old piece in this house settling. Doll you look sleepy, why don’t you shut your eyes.” You wanted to protest but the weight of your eyelids was unbearable at this point. As your head rushed to the table you caught a glimpse of something familiar. Was that your ex’s journal on Minho’s bookshelf?

“Shhhhh good girl Dolly, go to sleep. Mommy is about to show you your real world, Barbie.”

The headache you woke up with was unbearable, maybe the weather got to you more than you thought. You blinked at what sleep was still left in your eye and tried to take in your surroundings. When blue and pink hues spotted your vision in blinding circles you were scared. This can’t be Minho’s room. Speaking of Minho, where was he? You believed you could see a figure sitting on the bed in front of you…almost posed. Now that your sight was clearing you saw hands folded in their lap. Their feet were perfectly pointed forward and their back was pin-straight.

“Minho? Minho! Where am I? Minho please!” You cried out but only got a curious hum back. Then the figure looked panicked.

Next, you could make out what he was wearing. This was something you never in a million years could have seen him in. An oversized white sweater with a brown vintage teddy printed on the front. Blue cotton overalls were buttoned up but one strap hung loose. Frilly blue socks sat on those pointed feet. Then came his hair, soft brown, unlike Minho’s dark chocolate. The hair pillowed in volume, it looked soft to the touch. Finally, you saw his face. He wore a joyful smile similar to a patient kid on their birthday. Brown eyes look in every last detail.

‘WHO ARE YOU” you scrambled back behind the bed.

“I um…I…” he stuttered as if he couldn’t speak, or rather, wasn’t allowed to.

You tried to study the room, to plot your escape but your senses were overwhelmed. Surrounding the mystery man-child was a sea of blues. He sat on a star-themed bed and was now cuddling a fuzzy white star pillow for comfort. It was blue for as far as your eyes could see, then you looked down. Not only down but up, side to side, and behind. You wanted to scream at the assault of pink to the mind. The bed you awoke in was almost identical to the other but where there were stars, there were now hearts. You even had a fluffy white heart pillow waiting for you. Actually, their two sides were exactly identical. Blue walls and pink walls. Blue desk and pink desk. Blue makeup and pink makeup. Even blue and pink waste bins. You started to panic.

“Barbie barbie please calm down” Your eyes darted to Minho walking into the horror show. You slowly backed to the Pepto wall. So the stranger was named Barbie?

“Mommy, she is scared” You cringed at the whining concern in ‘Barbie’s’ voice.

“Ken it's okay, Mommy is going to get it all fixed. Mommy always makes everything better, right? Be a good boy and stay here while Mommy tried to talk to our pretty doll”

Ken? If his name was Ken…then who was Barbie. As if written in a script, your eyes flashed to the wall behind your bed. Big white letters spelled “B-A-R-B-I-E”. You were Barbie.

“Minho what is this? Where are we? Who is that—” your frantic game of 20 questions was cut short.

“Mommy.”

“Huh?”

“I am Mommy” His voice was cold without any room for negotiation. “This is Ken” the softer man gives you a sweet wave. He felt safe to you, you weren’t sure why. “And you, my dear, are Barbie”

“I’m y/n!! What are you on Minho! This isn’t you! Haha funny joke, but its over now.” The hysterically frightened laughter that left you scared even yourself.

“Barbie” with each step forward, you sunk lower. “Why is this not me? This is what I’ve been planning all along. This world I created is for you, for you and Ken to enjoy. I will do nothing but love you here. I will love you, cherish you, care for you; Barbie I will do everything for you! You will never have to lift a pretty finger again! Work is gone, heartbreak is over!” he stooped in front of your trembling body. Slowly Minho kneeled as if you were a hurt animal.

You fought with your mind. A part of you wanted to kick him and run. Another part wanted to take his outstretched hand. It mimicked the one that dried your tears many weeks ago. Did he cause those tears? You were sure what was real and what wasn’t. Why was he looking at you like that? Like he truly loved you. What kind of sick person would do this to someone they loved? What if this is what love was? What if he was true love?

No! Snap out of it, he kidnapped you! He probably kidnapped the poor boy who you were pretty sure wasn’t named Ken. Minho was twisted in the head! You wished you never wondered what went through his mind when he looked at you. This is what he saw. You were nothing more to him than some doll to take his fantasies out on.

But then why did Ken look so happy? Why did he wear that goofy shy smile on his face? Why did he keep asking Minho if you were okay? Did he worry he was the one scaring you? Ken looked normal besides his tailored clothes and abnormal positioning. Did he want to be here? Maybe it wasn’t so bad.

“Barbie, get out of that pretty head of yours. Here, stand up. Let Mommy help you.” Your hand gravitated towards his against your will.

“Minho-”

“Mommy.”

“Min-”

“Mommy, Barbie. It’s Mommy”

“Mi-”

“MOMMY!” that was the first time you ever heard him shout. You coiled back at his sharp tone.

“Mommy…Please explain what this all is…”

“Oh, my sweet innocent Barbie. This is your world. My whole life I’ve been looking for the most unique dolls to love and care for. I met Ken a while back at work. The poor boy lost his job and I felt it deep inside me that it was meant to be. When he came to live with me our lives just fit. He was made for me. Then I saw you, and I felt the same. You are so precious, made of glass my love. I can see right through you. Every emotion is worn on your sleeve. The world was not right for you. So I created a new one. All I ask is that you follow the rules. Be a good doll for Mommy, and Mommy will love you endlessly.”

Your doe eyes met his dark ones. Once again Minho left you lost. Would you ever be able to read him? This offer was tempting and you had no clue why. You felt your heart tighten in your chest at the thought of staying, but it also broke at the thought of leaving him. However, with the look on Ken’s face, you were pretty sure you didn’t have a choice. You would play for now. Barbie could be anything right? Then Barbie will play the role written for her. Only until she could find a way out.

“Doll, let me show you what your world has to offer” Minho pulled you in like a dancer. He got close to your ear and whispered “Let us love you.”

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You lay in bed designated for you. Intoxicated by battling emotions, you just stared at the pink void of the ceiling. How were you ever going to get sleep now? Does anyone even know you were gone? Maybe Minho took care of them too. Pent-up frustration brimmed in your eyes. "Han" the creaking floors sounded like they spoke.

"My name is Han" You looked over to the other bed to see the sweet man beginning to turn away.

Before you could turn back around a faint buzz caught your attention. Opening the drawer you found a mysterious phone and a text from Minho to a group chat called "Dollhouse" as well as the list of rules Minho promised you. Following them meant eventual freedom, you needed to remind yourself. The phone couldn't do much besides call and text both Mommy and Ken...Minho and Han. You tossed it in the drawer and turned back, hoping to get a little rest.

Laying face up in the pink bedside table, the phone was brought to life.

Incoming message from

<censored>

<click to decode message>.

[mimisempai]

Carving my love into you

Summary

Awakened by a persistent ray of sunlight, Crowley is surprised to find that Aziraphale has decided to turn his back into a work of art.

Notes

Guess what? It's fluffy, once again.

On Ao3

Rating G -  469 words

The first thing that woke Crowley was a ray of sunlight streaming through the blinds and hitting him square in the face.

Then, with his eyes still closed, the second thing he was aware of was a graze on his bare back.

At first he thought it was Aziraphale moving in his sleep, but when it happened again, he no longer believed in randomness.

He ran a hand down his back and a small chuckle answered as his hand was caught by another and kissed tenderly before being released.

To escape the persistent sunbeam, Crowley buried his face in the pillow and muttered, "Angel, stop this right now."

A new chuckle answered him and he felt another graze his back.

Then Aziraphale said quietly, "Shh, you're distracting me from creating a masterpiece."

Crowley shook his head into the pillow, "What masterpiece?"

Silence answered him and the grazing resumed, this time without stopping.

After a while, Crowley realized that they were not random curves, but seemed to follow a precise pattern.

He turned his head and asked, "Angel, are you writing on me?"

Aziraphale hummed and the brushing continued, so Crowley buried his head in the pillow again, concentrating on trying to get a sense of what the angel was writing on his back.

He realized that it was like a cycle from the top to the bottom of his back, as if his skin was a blank page that the angel kept filling in. So he waited for the cycle to start again and began to perceive a few letters.

L

M_N

FOR_ _ _R

The soft, light feeling of the angel's fingers on his skin made it hard to concentrate, and he had to pull himself together several times to finally catch everything. He couldn't hold back a small gasp.

LOVE

MINE

FOREVER

He mumbled into the pillow, "Love. Mine. Forever. What a masterpiece indeed."

Aziraphale, who had heard him, chuckled and replied, "I told you. It would have been a shame for you to have interrupted me."

Crowley couldn't take it any longer, so he turned to face Aziraphale and replied, "You cheeky little angel."

Then, embarrassed, he buried his face in the hollow of the angel's neck while Aziraphale wrapped his arms around him.

He felt the angel brush a kiss into his hair and then a breath close to his ear as Aziraphale whispered, "I'm not being cheeky, I'm just telling the truth. You are my love. You are mine. Forever."

With the demon snuggled against him, the angel resumed his gentle handwriting on his lover's back, repeating the same pattern over and over.

LOVE. MINE. FOREVER.

And though embarrassed at first, Crowley had no desire to resist, for what could be more pleasurable than having a facetious angel carve his love into his skin?

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love - Series post S2 - Part 1 - Part 2

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

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Chapter 6

Chapter WC: 4776

WooahaeRuby (Tristen's) Notes

I can finally change Hoshi to Soonyoung in this story name wise and I plan to do that on AO3 as well for this dude.

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Making new friends is hard Even if I am lonely The prospect of meeting new people It’s terrifying I don’t care if I only have one friend He’s all I have left And he’s all that I need

“So basically, I’m going to meet the Avatar.”

“I have no idea what that means.” Dino could see that you were joking but still looked confused.

Earlier Dino had agreed that you find your own place to stay, mentioning the Evoker Dorms as a place with a spare bed. When questioned about what an Evoker was, he spared a majority of the details, dumbing it down to Arcanists that can manipulate elements to an extent.

“This is exciting!” You exclaimed as you skipped ahead on the path.

The road to the Evoker Dorms wasn’t too dissimilar to the road that led to Dino’s cottage. A thick canopy of lush trees provided shade during the journey. You were thankful that there were no flowers to spur on your allergies. 

“Wait up!” Dino called, jogging to catch up to you.

“No!” You called back, continuing your quick pace. “I was asleep for two days! I need to move!”

Dino sighed in defeat as he tried to keep pace with you. “No, seriously the ground can get-”

You disregarded his words as you waltzed down the path. You were having the time of your life, taking in the fresh air was needed after being cooped up so long in the cottage. The sunlight that streamed through the leaves above created a mosaic on the ground, illuminating the path before you. Birds chirped, moths fluttered about the scattered shrubs, and squirrels hopped from branch to branch, the peaceful scene filled your heart with contentment. 

With the serenity of the wilderness distracting you, you continued the energetic skipping, not taking notice of your surroundings beginning to change. The once stonework road became patchy and slick with moss, loose rocks under foot. Those same rocks shifted as you took a step, causing you to lose your balance and spin around to try and regain your balance.  

Dino’s face flattened as he observed your stance. “I told you to be careful.”

“What can I say? I’m good on my feet.” You turned around and walked about two feet before slipping again. 

There was a moment of silence as you accepted your fate. Part of you swore things moved in slow motion, knowing you were going to bust your nose once you hit the ground. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself to land square on your face.

In the moment you should have hit the ground, you opened your eyes and were met with a cushiony bed of ivy. It held up your form effortlessly. 

“Careful!” A raspy voice spoke. “The ground here is slick from the lake’s humidity.” 

Turning to the source of the voice, you were met with a lean figure consumed in baggy clothes. He had slightly messy short, ash brown hair and sharp eyes that mimicked a cat-like appearance. 

The man’s face lit up as he saw Dino, rushing over and enveloping the latter in a tight hug, “My favorite Alchemist!” 

A strangled grunt was squeezed out of Dino. “Hi, Soonyoung- I can’t breathe.”

“Sorry.” A meek smile spread across Soonyoung’s face as he released Dino. “Is this the new kid everyone has been talking about?”

You sunk further into the greenery. The thought of people talking about you without your knowledge sparked anxiety. 

“Hi! I’m Soonyoung. Nice to finally meet you.” There was a lightness to his tone as he spoke, words layered in genuine kindness.

“Hi.” You waved meekly. “I’m- Sage.”

Soonyoung’s face squished into a happy smile. “Cool name!”

“Thanks. Dino chose it for me.”

Soonyoung looked back at Dino with a smirk. “Didn’t know you were so creative and poetic, Dino. Maybe I should have had you choose my name too.”

“Stop it.” Dino said with a hint of embarrassment.

You stood from the patch of ivy and brushed off your clothes. “Do I thank you for the plant pillow? Or was that a naturally occurring thing?”

“You’re welcome!”

“Okay. Found the earth bender.” You muttered under your breath.

“What was that?” Soonyoung asked.

Your eyes widened. “Uh- It’s cool. Doing stuff with plants.”

Soonyoung wheezed out a small laugh as he smiled. “Thank you!”

Nodding, you looked at Dino who was still standing behind Soonyoung. An awkward silence filled the space as no one knew what to say.

“We were on our way to your dorm.” Dino spoke up. “Sage here needs a place to stay. You guys still have an empty room, right?”

Soonyoung thought for a moment. “Uh. Yeah. I think so. We might be using it as storage though.”

“I’d be more than happy to help clean up the space. I need somewhere other than Dino’s place to rest.” You sighed. “I kind of stole his bed.” 

“Don’t worry about that. My roomies will clean it up for you.” Soonyoung waved for you and Dino to follow him.

The canopy of trees opened into a clearing, the natural light causing you to wince slightly. Not too far in the distance rested a house on a hill. The structure itself was impressive, with a gabled roof that curved upward. Paper talismans and glass wind chimes hung from the edges of the roof. The second story held multiple large windows to let the most natural light in as possible. You took note of the lake that surrounded the back and side, hoping to take a closer look when given the chance. 

“Welcome to our humble abode.” Soonyoung spun around and bowed in a dramatic manner.

Following Soonyoung into the dorm, you were astounded by the beauty of it. Anywhere plants could grow they flourished, a familiar crawling ivy spread everywhere to create a green dreamscape. The staircase ahead of you was less camouflaged in plants yet the edges were boarded in roots and foliage. The air around the home felt fresh and light, much like the area around Dino’s cottage, only less polleny. Growing closer, you noticed a bundle of red fur resting on the staircase. From this distance, it looked like a raccoon with different coloration, yet upon closer inspection you discovered a red panda curiously looking at the three of you.  

Soonyoung crouched down and squished the panda’s cheeks, cooing happily. “Hello, Ru~ How are you today? Oh my goodness aren’t you just so cute.”

“Is that your familiar?” You asked as you gazed upon the bundle of cuteness.

“Huh?” Soonyoung looked back at you. “Oh, nah. This is Jihoon’s familiar. Isn’t he adorable?”

You watched as the red panda’s cheeks were cupped, squeezed, spread apart then squeezed again. It looked content and happy with the attention.

“Hey-” A flat, nasally voice spoke out from above you and Soonyoung. 

Peering over the foyer was a pale man with a soft face. His fluffy black hair hung in front of his face as he addressed Soonyoung.

“Leave him alone. I need him for some spell work.” He turned his attention to the red panda. “Ruby, c’mon.”

The panda stood and turned its rear to Soonyoung. With its tail held high it left the stairs to return to its Arcanist. 

Soonyoung looked back at you and Dino, beckoning you forward. “I’ll show you to your room.”

You followed your soon to be dorm mate through the halls, noting how the interior of the Evoker Dorm was different from the exquisite architecture of Diamond Hall. Here it felt more like a home, a place that was lived in and cared for with personal needs in mind. It was open and roomy with plenty of space to grow into. 

You walked past a small library, the outer wall made of stained glass, cloaking the entire room in a gorgeous golden light. The seating area was encased in bookcases, each piece of furniture made of rich wood and earth toned fabrics to bring a homey feel.

As Soonyoung turned down another corridor, you took note of four doors, two resting on each side. Each door was adorned with bronze name plates that blended well with the oak wood. The first name plated door you pasted depicted the name of your current tour guide, Soonyoung, with a small etching of a cat face in the oak. Just opposite Soonyoung’s, the name Jihoon reflected back to you. The third door had engravings of lightning bolts littering from below the nameplate, displaying Vernon as the last name.

The final door was made of the same old oak, the wood a little bit more damaged than the rest. The bronze plate nailed into the door was blank, waiting for anyone to claim it. 

Without warning, Soonyoung opened the door dramatically, a harsh breeze of stale air rushed past, filling the space with the scent of dust. Both you and Dino coughed weakly as the dust invaded your nose and lungs, a scowl on your face. Only a sliver of light from between the curtains lit the room, barely bringing it brighter than a dim shine. Soonyoung walked towards the window and just as dramatically flung the curtains open.

“Yeah, it’s a little worse for wear. Sorry.” He wheezed as a cloud of dust engulfed him.

Thankfully the furniture was covered with sheets so nothing would collect dust. “Nothing that can’t be fixed.”

Soonyoung sauntered past you and Dino. “I’m going to tell Jihoon and Vernon that they need to clean this.”

“It’s really fine. I can do it-” You tried to say but realized too late that Soonyoung had already left the room.

You turned toward Dino with a look of disbelief. 

He could only shrug in response. “If you want to stay here you’re going to have to deal with that.”

“He doesn’t seem so bad. A little pushy, but not bad.”

Dino nodded in agreement. “Pushy? Yeah. Just wait until you get to know him. When Soonyoung meets new people it’s always the calm before the storm.”

It was hard to discern whether Dino was being serious enough. His tone was sincere, but the words he was saying sounded like a joke. 

“You make it sound like he’s going to tear through the house.”

Dino stared at you with serious eyes. “That may be an exaggeration, but Soonyoung is a force to be reckoned with. Very kind, but very-” He trailed off as he thought. “Himself.”

Dino’s words confused you, but you supposed that in time it would make sense. 

There was a brief moment of silence before Dino sighed.

“Welp. I have some orders to fill out. Will you be alright on your own?”

You smiled as a small laugh slipped past your lips. “I’ll be fine. You’re acting like I’m a kid going to school for the first time.”

“This is more similar than you think.” Dino replied with a toothy grin.

Waving goodbye, you watched as Dino disappeared down the hallway, leaving you alone in the vacant, dusty room. Curiosity got the better of you and you began pulling the sheets off the furniture. Each piece you uncovered was made of polished wood, specifically the bed frame and desk. Beneath another revealed stacks of canvases.  

You found yourself squatting down to brush your hand over the canvas. Somehow it felt familiar, you wondered why they were here. Did someone here paint?  

A loud knock broke your concentration, having you turn to the door to find Soonyoung, the shorter man who you saw in the foyer, and a taller, lankier young man with wavy brown hair. 

“Sage!” Soonyoung was all smiles as he spoke. “This is Jihoon!” He motioned toward the shorter of the two with fluffy black hair.

The man named Jihoon offered a curt wave, hands obscured by his long sleeves.

“And this is Vernon!” 

The taller of the two had a blank expression but he waved. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” You returned the gesture. Something within you felt a little anxious and awkward, but you were happy to put names to faces.

Soonyoung clapped his hands together. “Ok you two! Get to work!”

Vernon listened obediently, immediately getting to work sorting through the clutter. Jihoon on the other hand grunted in disapproval while rolling up his sleeves, pale skin littered with burn scars. Despite his obvious displeasure, he began placing various objects into piles.

“I can help if-”

“I have a question.” Soonyoung approached you eagerly as he spoke. “It’s about aesthetics.”

“Are you a minimalist, maximalist, do you like plants? Are you a fan of vibrant colors or pastels?” Soonyoung asked in rapid succession. 

The questions went by so fast you felt like your head was spinning. You didn’t really know what you liked, but you did think plants were pretty.

“I do like plants! Just not flowers, the pollen bothers me.”

Soonyoung bunched his lips into a squished smirk as he listened to you. “I can do plants.”

He held his hand out for you, motioning for you to take it. Hesitantly you reached out and placed your hand in his, letting him flip your hand over so your palm faced up. With wide eyes you watched as he placed his other hand atop yours and a subtle green glow emanated from his palm. When he removed his hand from your own, you took notice of a small bamboo shoot resting in your hand. 

The little green plant reminded you of something but once again your memories failed you. 

“I can pot it for you so you can keep it in here. You’ll only have to water it once a week.”

“That would be nice. Thank you.” The kindness Soonyoung displayed surprised you.

So far, each person you have met has been beyond kind. It had you feeling grateful in this unknown place. The compassion and generosity that was graced to you was one of the reasons you were still breathing. First it was by the person that pulled you from the lake. Secondly, Dino nursed you back to health and allowed you to recover in his home, and Wonwoo was able to give you answers to your questions. There was also the other person that saved you from the torturous pain. You never got the opportunity to see or thank that stranger.  

“Soonyoung! This is yours!” Jihoon yelled as he tossed a metal pot toward the two of you.

You were able to catch it before it hit the ground. It was cold to the touch and as you examined it there was a smiley face painted on the side. 

“Oh! I’ve been looking for that.” He gently grabbed it from you along with the bamboo plant. “I’m going to go pot this for you. I’ll be back.”

“Hey! Some help would be nice.” Jihoon shouted across the room.

“Sorry- Can’t hear you!” Soonyoung giggled as he dashed out of the room.

The only sound that filled the room was the scratching of boxes being moved and the occasional dropping of an object. You watched as Jihoon and Vernon continued tidying up the room. Jihoon grumbled to himself as he moved things around while Vernon was completely quiet.

“So…” You drawed out the last letter before clearing your throat. “Are either one of you the Avatar?”

Vernon spat as he laughed. “No, not the Avatar, but I’m definitely Sokka if he knew how to bend lightning.”

Flabbergasted, your mouth hung agape as you slowly turned your head to him. “You know what I’m talking about?” 

“Of course! I’m from the Mortal Realm.”

“Huh-”

Vernon motioned in Jihoon’s general direction. “He’s more of a Zuko pre redemption arc.”

Jihoon sighed as he listened to the two of you talk. “I still do not know what that means.”

“Who’s your favorite?” Vernon ignored Jihoon’s complaints.

“Oh- Suki, obviously.” You said with confidence.

Vernon smiled wide. “Damn, I’m jealous. When I got here I didn’t remember any pop culture.” 

“Wait- Where are you from?” Learning that Vernon was from the same realm sparked a whole new level of curiosity in you.

“I’m from New York-”

“Hey!” Jihoon exclaimed. “Don’t talk too much about that crap! We don’t want to hurt them.”

“Right. Sorry” Vernon apologized quickly.

Realization hit you as you noticed where the conversation was going. One wrong word and this day would come to a horrible end.

“It’s alright. It slipped my mind.”

The rest of the time spent tidying the room was silent. Occasionally Jihoon would mutter something about Soonyoung not helping and Vernon would mention that at least he was there to help. Everytime you tried to help with something Jihoon told you to sit down so you were left spectating.

You were stuck twiddling your fingers as you watched the two men move various pieces of furniture around the room. Jihoon was in charge of most of the heavy lifting while Vernon sorted the smaller objects. 

Looking at Jihoon’s face you thought back to the red panda you saw. Soonyoung called it Ru as he petted it. It was a cute little thing and reminded you of a raccoon but much fluffier.

“You kind of look like your familiar.” The words came out before you were even done processing them. 

Both Jihoon and Vernon turned their attention toward you.

“What?” Jihoon mumbled.

“You look like- What was his name? Ru?”

“Ruby.” Jihoon’s tone was flat and unimpressed.

“Yeah! He’s a red panda right? You look just like him.” You smiled as you made the comparison.

Jihoon’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to talk but he was left speechless. Vernon peered over at you with a raised brow as he tried to suppress his laughter but failed. A slight flush brightened Jihoon’s cheeks as he turned to the taller man.

“Hey! Don’t laugh!” He grabbed a few cushions and began throwing them at Vernon.

Even though Jihoon’s back was turned you could still see the red glow of his ears peeking through his fluffy hair. 

“Sorry! I’m not laughing at you, it’s just I can see the resemblance.” Vernon shielded his face from Jihoon’s onslaught of pillows.

You were amused by the display before you, but you still felt bad about embarrassing Jihoon. “I’m sorry! I thought that was just a normal thing. Everyone here kind of looks like their familiars. At least from the three I’ve seen.”

Vernon caught the last pillow that was thrown at him and held it to his chest. “I can see that. Dino definitely looks like an otter.”

“Wait-” You gasped. “Does this mean I’m going to get a familiar too?”

“Eventually.” Jihoon answered.

The idea of acquiring a free pet made you giddy. You smiled to yourself , imagining all the potential animals. Would it be big? Small? Is it going to be cute or scary? The possibilities were endless.

The room was no longer constantly silent. Every so often you and Vernon would ask each other questions. The common topic between you two was just innocent interest. Vernon would ask you what you had seen of Diamond Hall and then you would ask him what kind of magic he had. You learned that Vernon had a talent for lightning manipulation and that he was working on another type of Aeromancy, the magic of wind. 

Jihoon told you he was proficient in Pyromancy and that he had always been able to teleport himself short distances. He explained more about his training with portals as he pushed around the bigger pieces of furniture. 

Even if you weren’t able to physically help, Jihoon did ask you where you wanted the bed frame. You settled on having the bed sit against the wall so that you could see whoever entered while having a desk against the window. Jihoon assured you that they would be able to find more furniture in the future to make sure your room felt like a home. Once again you were left feeling grateful.

After everything was in place, Vernon and Jihoon sat back to relax. The room already looked better. The dust had dissipated and the room’s flow was more harmonious rather than the previous chaotic mess. 

There was a singular loud knock at the door and Soonyoung barged in with plants in hand, a big smile that spread to his eyes. 

“I have gifts!” He sang as he entered the room.

In one arm, Soonyoung carried the now potted bamboo, the metal pot previously thrown at him housing the small plant. In his other arm he held two other pots. One was a tall, skinny plant with purple petals and thick round leaves near the bottom of its stem. The other was bright green with a striped pattern throughout its leaves. 

Soonyoung handed you the plants one by one. “I potted the bamboo and I also thought you would like this Orchid. Don’t worry it’s allergy-friendly. And this is a Snake Plant.” He was all smiles as he talked about the plants.

As he gave you the plants you placed them on your desk one by one. 

“Were you just growing these while we worked our asses off?” Jihoon asked as he stood and placed his hands on his hips.

Soonyoung ignored Jihoon as he walked out of the room. “I also grew this for you!” He reentered with a crawling ivy plant.

It was much bigger than the others, a wooden stake in the center so that it would only grow upward. Soonyoung carried it with both arms and gently placed it near your bed.

“Ivy to get rid of toxins.” He said as he nudged it closer to the bed frame. “A snake plant to filter the air and promote oxygen. Oh! And the orchid is just for good luck!”

“Thank you.” You didn’t know what else to say.

All of the plants were beautiful and Soonyoung was more than happy to explain that they only needed water once a week. He also offered to grow more, but you had to assure him that the four plants were enough. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent decorating your room and mingling with your new roommates. As the day bled into evening you were encouraged to join the three men for dinner. They had to explain to you that none of them were any good at cooking, only able to cook enough to sustain themselves rather than actually thrive on their own food. Their fix to that problem was forcing another one of the Arcanists, Mingyu, to cook for them so that they didn’t starve. The whole situation concerned you and with your inability to remember much about yourself, you had to hope that you had some type of cooking knowledge. 

For your sake and for theirs. 

As the day grew into the night, your energy did not dwindle. Your mind wandered to the image of the night sky. Even the simple idea of stargazing invigorated you. There was a balcony on the same floor as your room, you remembered passing it while Soonyoung was acting as a tour guide.

It took no time to find the balcony. Through the glass panes of the door you could see the night sky, deep indigo in color and decorated with millions of shining stars. As you opened the door, you were met with the cool late evening breeze. The inviting scent of the crisp air was calming as you walked out onto the balcony and leaned against its fencing. 

Admiring the sky was easy. Everywhere you looked there was a new star or cloud and the moon was always enrapturing. Even in its crescent state it bathed the scenery in a silvery light. The lake was a sight to behold on its own. It reflected the night sky perfectly, creating its own world along its surface. 

You wondered if this was the bit of the lake where they found you, but the probability was low. Nothing about your surroundings sparked your memory and Dino would have never agreed to bringing you here if it meant shattering your mind again. You supposed you must have washed up further out or at an entirely different lake. One day you would investigate, just enough to satiate your curiosity.

A low sigh escaped you as you swam through your thoughts. The scene before you was so serene, yet the chaos in your mind ran rampant. It had become a storm that threatened to swallow you whole if you took one step too close. You wished upon the midnight sky that you could remember your past life, but you understood that preserving your current life was just as important.

Soft knocking on the glass of the door broke you from your thoughts. As you turned you were met with Vernon holding two mugs billowing with steam.

“I made hot cocoa for everyone. You interested?” 

The warm beverage sounded perfect for the chilly weather and you accepted one of the mugs. After muttering a small ‘ thank you ’ you returned to leaning over the balcony to gaze up at the moon. The first sip of the cocoa was sweet and rich as it warmed your tongue. A small smile formed on your lips, thankful to remember the taste of chocolate.

“Do you mind if I join you?” Vernon asked in a meek voice.

You nodded as you shifted to the side. “I don’t mind at all, I’m just stargazing.” 

A small grin painted Vernon’s face as he joined you on the balcony. The two of you stood in comfortable silence as you sipped your drinks and observed the sky.

“It’s funny-” Vernon started to speak as he wiped his lip clean. “The first time I came here I did the same thing.”

“Really?” You entertained his story.

“Yup.” Vernon looked up at the moon, his hazel eyes reflected its light. “I didn’t remember a single thing about my past. There were no faces, places, or things that I remembered. My mind was wiped clean.”

It was interesting to hear Vernon’s perspective. You were fortunate enough to know a little information about where you came from, even if it was cartoon references. 

“Were you happy when everything came back?” The question just slipped out.

You were about to apologize as you saw a small frown on Vernon’s face, but he opened his mouth to speak.

“Not exactly. I have family there, a life too, but-” His voice began to strain, but he cleared it with a cough. “I couldn’t return to that life.”

“Why-” You stopped yourself. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t be asking you these things.”

“No! It’s okay, I understand.” Vernon thought for a brief moment. “I just couldn’t return knowing that I would be leaving another life here. I have friends here and someone I lo- People I care about.”

There were no words you could think of so you just nodded along in support of Vernon’s reasoning. A silence fell between the two of you again; it wasn’t awkward, just a quiet understanding between two humans. 

Both you and Vernon continued to drink your hot cocoa. The mugs had cooled down at this point, but the liquid itself was still warm and soothing. Soon the mugs were empty and Vernon, upon realizing the two of you had finished, collected the mugs.

“I’m retiring for the night.” He said as he headed for the door. “Thanks for the company.”

“Thanks for the hot cocoa.” You replied with a small smile.

The two of you exchanged good nights and soon you were alone again, staring up at the endless sky. You knew that it was late, but the exhaustion from earlier had washed away and the scenery before aided in that tremendously. The lake steadily churned due to the breeze, creating a ripple in the reflection of the moon. You took one last moment to close your eyes and breathe in one last sigh of fresh air. As you opened your eyes another ripple in the lake caught your attention.

In the reflection of the moon you saw a figure peering out of the surface of the lake. From this distance it was impossible to make out features, the darkness not helping. You blinked and the figure was gone. The lake's surface had gone stagnant and the moon was perfectly mirrored again. Gently you rubbed your eyes, maybe you were more tired than you thought and your eyes were playing tricks on you. Deciding that was the case, you turned in for the night even if you weren’t on the verge of passing out. You were going to need energy for days to come.

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Just a Moment Longer

(Galadriel x Celeborn)

Description: Galadriel and Celeborn being cute before the events of RoP.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of war, but not in great detail. This is really just a bunch of fluff.

Sunlight poured through the large window in their shared bedroom. Galadriel felt Celeborn roll over in his sleep. He wrapped an arm around her waist, as he always did when they lay in bed in the mornings. When the two of them weren’t working, that is. Galadriel’s eyes were open, but she was not facing her husband, however, she could hear him inhale in his sleep; a deep, cleansing breath that always signaled wakefulness in Celeborn. Galadriel placed a hand on his own, tracing a pattern on top of it with her fingers. A minute passed, then two, then many more. Time was shared between husband and wife in comfortable silence. Galadriel wished she could hold onto this fragment of time forever, but Celeborn would have to wake up eventually.

“Good morning,” Celeborn mumbled into her hair. 

“Good morning,” Galadriel replied. She took the hand of the arm that was wrapped around her waist and pressed a kiss to the back of it where she previously was tracing patterns. 

“Did you sleep well?” Celeborn asked. 

“Hm,” Galadriel hummed in reply. She didn’t sleep well anymore, not since her brother, Finrod, had passed. There were moments when sleep would take her into its quiet embrace, but it was never for long, and it definitely wasn’t an often occurrence. Celeborn nodded in reply. Galadriel could feel his movement against the back of her head. 

“How did you sleep?” Galadriel questioned. 

“Good,” he said. Galadriel turned over to face him. She never tired of being this close, to feel him laying beside her, to hear his breath, and to have these quiet moments just them two. When it was just the two of them, they were both comfortable. Stress did not tear away at them like it did outside the bedroom walls. Here, they were safe in their own fortress, where nothing beyond could steal the air from their lungs or infect their thoughts with dread. To Galadriel, these moments almost made her forget about the war. Soon Celeborn would have to leave her to fight to defend their lands from the evil that has been plaguing them for centuries, but here in her husband’s arms, Galadriel felt safe and guarded, protected from the world. She gently pressed her forehead into his. Celeborn leaned up just a bit to kiss her, which Galadriel accepted graciously. 

“What do you think will come from all of this?” Galadriel asked when they separated, reality setting back in. “the war, I mean.” 

“Peace,” said Celeborn. He paused to take a breath, rubbing his hand gently up and down on Galadriel’s waist comfortingly. “I’m sure of it.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Hm,” mused Galadiel. Celeborn smiled, placing his hand more meticulously on his wife’s side. Propping himself up on one arm, he then made a couple of quick squeezing movements with his fingers, making Galadriel jump. She stifled a laugh, and her solemn expression dissipated. 

“Come now, my love. There is no need to be so worried at this moment. Let us take the present as it is, and worry about the future when we leave this room.” Celeborn spoke, continuing to tickle her. Galadriel had one hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter, to no avail, and wormed the other out from underneath her pillow to attempt grabbing Celeborn’s wrists. 

“Celeborn!” Galadriel nearly squealed when he hit a particularly sensitive spot on her ribcage. 

“Promise me you won’t worry further,” he demanded teasingly. 

“I promise,” answered Galadriel. Celeborn ceased tickling immediately. Celeborn nodded, satisfied with Galadriel’s answer. Galadriel leaned up and kissed him square on the mouth, hoping that Celeborn knew how thankful she was for this time with him. She would have to tell him that later. 

These mornings were little pockets of sunlight she could hold forever, filling her heart with a warmth that could make her insides melt if she wasn’t careful. Maybe it was time to get out of bed, but Galadriel dreaded the thought. She kissed Celeborn harder, trying to make this moment last just a bit longer. 

[eleanor-bradstreet]

These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You) (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x gn!Reader Modern AU Rated: M for mild suggestiveness Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: While Benedict is away, you admire the little things that bring him to mind. Dedicated to my Discord friends! I thought I was making a joke, but then this took over my brain and a few hours later, here we are. Just for you. 💙

You woke just before dawn, a habit leftover from all those years when your stepmother would slam the door open to signal the start of your daily chores. You didn’t mind today though. You had been fitful for the past few hours, ever since you said goodbye to Ben. He had left in the middle of the night to catch an early flight, and had kissed you sweetly as you slept, murmuring his farewell against your temple, not wanting to fully wake you. You had felt him leave, stirring groggily and kissing him back with some mumbled reply. But it was only when you heard the door close downstairs that you fully came to, then immediately regretted that you hadn’t been more present to see him off.

The emptiness and silence of the flat settled on you like gauze in your ears. You had spent so much of your life alone, you had once been accustomed to it. But since finding Ben, any prolonged period of solitude made you feel uneasy, bereft, because now you knew precisely what you were missing. You had tossed in semi-consciousness for the rest of the night and were grateful the grey morning light finally arrived to wake you.

But it was a cold day and you didn’t want to leave the warmth of the covers just yet. You nestled into your pillow and ran your palm over the sheets beside you, Ben’s side, that was now empty. You were excited for his trip, a meeting with a gallery in Paris, but hated that it meant two nights without him. You had asked to go with him, but he had insisted that you could not see Paris for the first time as a tagalong on a short business trip. He promised to take you back for an extended holiday when he could give you ‘the genuine experience’. A grin tugged at your lips as you remembered the devilish little flame in his eyes when he had said that. 

There was nothing on your bedside table, but there was a book on Ben’s. You pulled yourself across the mattress and picked it up. William Blake: The Complete Illuminated Books. You should have known. Beside the book were his reading glasses. Square with dark frames, they made him so horrendously handsome, especially when he grinned at you over the top of a book, reading you something cheeky. More than once, you had sighed at him and wished aloud that he would wear them all the time. Then he’d raise an eyebrow at you and ask why you’d wish even poorer eyesight on a visual artist and you’d have to kiss the smirk off his face. You picked up the frames and rested them gently back on top of his book.

This was going to be a long two days. You fretted as you rolled onto your back and stared at the nearby window. You contemplated spending as much time as possible outside the flat so that you wouldn’t have to face his blatant absence all day. As the light began to lift in the room, your hands wandered aimlessly over your torso, lifting your shirt to enjoy the warmth of your skin against the sheets. As your hands glided, you wished they were Ben’s. Nothing could mimic the strength and size of his grasp and its almost paradoxical tenderness. The first ray of sunlight hit the window and glinted off the silver latches. 

You thought of Ben’s silver ring and the cool trace of it when it slid down the length of your body, an added exhilaration coupled with the heat of his fingers. You remembered the day you found it, shining amidst a bunch of bric-a-brac at a poky little gift shop in the Scottish highlands. That was the trip when you had both confessed your love to one another, and you knew that this was much more than an average relationship. You had playfully slid it onto his thumb, expecting him to roll his eyes or grow sarcastic, but he had just looked at you quietly, smiling as something shined in his eyes. It wasn’t until you were back home days later that you realized he was wearing it, having bought it when you weren’t looking. And he hadn’t taken it off since.

You felt your hands travel lower, seeking some physical distraction from the aching tug in your chest, but stopped yourself. Once you started down that path, you wouldn’t get out of bed for hours, and you doubted it would do much to improve your mood for the day ahead. You could indulge in pleasure to try and lull yourself to sleep at night.

With a resigned huff, you pulled the covers back and got out of bed, walking to the window and hugging yourself against the chill. The sun was half crested over the horizon now, glowing pale orange-yellow but not casting any heat on the streets below. You moved to the closet and pulled it open. There, hanging on the hook inside the door was Ben’s most beloved hoodie, precisely the same color as the new rising sun. That wasn’t its usual spot, it was hung up almost as if waiting for you. He knew. Of course he knew you would have gone looking for it while he was away. Your breath caught, overwhelmed with the perfection of this man, his thoughtfulness, the way it seemed he could read your mind. 

You pulled the hoodie down and slipped it on, wrapping the fabric tight against yourself, trying to imagine his embrace. The cuffs and hems were going threadbare, a testament to how long he had owned it and how often he wore it. It had become such a quintessential symbol of him, you’d never allow him to get rid of it. Despite yourself, you ended up back on the bed, curling up in the warmth of his shirt, appreciating his gesture in leaving it for you. You bunched up the collar and inhaled the scent - sandalwood and something musky, so absolutely Benedict. You felt closer to him and immediately your spirits lifted. This was precisely what you needed to help you get through the next couple of days without going mad from missing him. 

As you rolled onto your side, you felt something slip like a weight in the pocket. Reaching inside, you pulled out a small packet of paper wrapped around something. Unfolding it, the object fell into your palm. It was a stone, one from his adorable little collection that he kept in a bowl in his studio. It was one of his most treasured finds, the one shaped like a heart. Looking at the paper it was folded in, you saw there was a note.

Hold onto this for me until I get back.

It was going to be a long two days indeed.

[xoxopeace]

Movie Night

Plot: For date night, Tyler surprised you with a Twilight marathon. To

Notes: Your a vampire, and can't but laugh at everything the movie has gotten wrong about vampires.

I promise this isn't Twilight slander, onto the story !

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" You've actually never seen Twilight? " Tyler asked. " But you're a vampire."

You scoffed at the insult, " And your point is?"

" I've been alive for two hundred years, the last thing I need is to watch a movie written by guy's whose grandparents i'm older than."

You and Tyler were spending his day off in the Jericho town square. The clouds created a perfect overcast, not allowing any sunlight to stream down onto you. So you guys used it to your advantage and took a walk around town.

" It's a vital part of American culture. " He argued back.

" It's a movie about a bunch of hot guys fighting over a normie girl." You suggested.

He raised an eyebrow at your argument, " There's so much more though, in the third mov-"

You paused your footsteps, stepping right in front of him. Your wide eyes said it all.

" There's more?" You asked.

Tyler clasped his hands together once the idea hit him.

" Okay, we are having a movie night. " He announced. " My house, eight o clock, be ready to spend the next ten hours stuck in my bedroom."

You smirked slightly at the suggestion, " You make it sound like that's a bad thing."

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Later on that night, you walked over to Tyler's house. Placing yourself right under his bedroom window. Before you made any moves, you looked around to make sure that no one could see you. The last thing you needed was to hear a bunch of normies finding out an outcast was at the sheriffs house.

Once the coast was clear, you pushed yourself off of the ground and flew towards Tyler's bedroom window. Landing slightly on the window seal, you knocked on the glass patiently waiting for your boyfriend to arrive. His small smile was the first thing you noticed when he opened his window.

" You know you could always use the door. " He stated.

" Oh that's no fun. " You argued back. " May I come in ? "

He chuckled slightly at the old vampire myth, " Yes, you may come in."

He reached his hand out towards you, pulling you into his clean bedroom.

" That's what I get for not having a soul . " You said. " Can't walk in anywhere without permission."

" Well it's good you're not going anywhere else for a while. " Tyler answered. " You are booked for the next ten hours."

Leading you towards his bed, Tyler pulled out a stack of dvd's all with the same title on them.

" Why do you have all of these movies anyway?" You asked.

He shrugged at the question, " Can't a guy have a guilty pleasure."

You laughed at his response, as Tyler placed the dvd into the movie player. You propped yourself up against a pile of pillows while he went to turn off the room lights. Once he reached the bed, Tyler pulled you up slightly so that he could place himself between you and his pile of pillows. His arms wrapping slightly around you, as he laid against his chest.

You sighed in content, as the title " Twilight" popped up onto the screen.

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1 hour later

" So they don't have fangs?" You said, your statement being more like a complaint instead of a question.

" How do they eat?" You asked.

Tyler shrugged, " I guess they just use their teeth. "

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5 minutes later

" Wow, they can see their reflections. " You complained.

" Do you know how long it's been since I've seen my reflection. I don't even own a mirror."

" Well you're beautiful." Tyler chimed in. " Always, beautiful."

Your eyes looked up towards him, a smile growing on your face.

" Oh shoot up you goof." You chuckled slightly.

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2 Hours Later

" He sparkles." You said bluntly.

" No fangs, can see his reflection and don't forget the always perfect hair-do. But he sparkles."

" Babe, it's just a movie." Tyler told you.

" About my people." You complained. " If you're going to make a movie about vampires, for the love of God do your research."

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The sun was slowly rising as the end credits for the final film appeared on the screen. You had to admit, that was torture. Not the same empty feeling you had when you nearly burned yourself in the sun. But it was coming close to it.

" So on a scale of 1 to 10, what do you give it?" Tyler asked.

" The entire franchise was full of stereotypes of my people." You started. " It was long, boring at some points and ran on the idea of a vampire falling in love with a normie."

Tyler wrapped his arms around you tighter, he leaned down gently towards your ear and whispered, " Reminds you of someone doesn't it?"

He pressed a kiss to your head, letting out a deep breath as he let sleep take over.

You leaned deeper into his chest, ready to let sleep take over you as well. Not until you whispered, " The werewolf was hot though."

Tyler's eyes opened instantly as he shot up.

" What?"

You laughed at your boyfriends antics.

[cosmereplay]

Day 5: Hands for holding

Rated Mature, Eshonai/Bila, ace!Eshonai

Eshonai emerged from the storm as a new woman, her heart as light as a leaf, her legs running like a river through the chasms. She jumped and whooped as she ran, hearing the echoes of her voice reverberate across the plateaus like an embrace being returned. 

She felt so alive!

Eshonai attracted giggling windspren as she ran, her soft feet flapping against the wet stone. The Rhythm of Excitement thrummed under her skin, keeping the beat alongside the thwaps of her hairstrands flapping against her back, the hah-hahs of her panting breaths, and the whip-whipping of wet fabric. She jumped, landing square in the middle of a big puddle, and laughed as the sunlight cast the splash into hundreds of little sparkling gems.

Just as they’d planned, a figure waved at her from the edge of the closest plateau to the city. Bila hefted a large bag over her shoulder. “I brought dinner!” she called, jumping and grinning.

Eshonai waved back eagerly as she ran, thinking of all the things she’d like to do with Bila. After Eshonai had confessed the disaster she’d had in mateform with Rlain, Bila had convinced her to try mateform again, this time with a female. And of course, given that Bila was inclined to both males and females, and she was one of Eshonai’s closest friends, it seemed like a natural pairing.

“You look absolutely delectable!” Bila said to Appreciation as Eshonai finally met up with her. They began walking together back to the mateform apartments, skirting the outside edge of town so as not to bother anyone else. 

“Shut up,” Eshonai said to Amusement. “I forgot how energetic I feel in mateform. And how hungry. What do you have in there, anyway?”

Bila twisted her pack away from Eshonai. “It’s mostly blankets and pillows, but I promise there's food too. We can check it out after we mate. I’ve been saving myself all day, and I cannot wait to get my mouth on you!”

The first reaction Eshonai had was Ew. 

Oh no, that’s not what I’m supposed to feel… It was happening again.

Bila kept talking, heedless of Eshonai’s reaction. “Your boobs and belly are so fat in this form, I am physically restraining myself from touching them right now. And you’re still so tall! And your lips look incredible. Eshonai, Thude taught me a place I can touch on your ass, you are going to love it. We can shower in the fountain after. Oh! And Brianlia is in mateform too, I saw her when I was choosing our spot today, if you want to take things a little further…”

But Eshonai didn’t hear any of it. Her thoughts spun away like an errant wind. Mouths are for eating, talking, laughing. Hands are for holding, carrying, climbing. Asses are for sitting, jumping, running. 

I want to use my eyes to see all the different kinds of greens in the chasms. 

I want to use my fingertips to dig in the crem for haspers. 

I want to hear the wind blowing through newly-discovered forests...

“...Eshonai?”

She realized she’d reached the door of the apartment, but she couldn’t bring herself to go inside. Inside was the opposite of what she wanted. 

Eshonai sighed. “Look, Bila…” she said to Consolation.

Bila’s face softened. “Really? Not females either?”

Eshonai shook her head, feeling vaguely ashamed.

“Well, good thing I planned for this contingency too,” Bila said, and dug into her pack, pulling out another, smaller sack. “Here’s dinner for one and a towel. Go on. I can always play with Brianlia.” 

“I…really?” Eshonai blinked.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Eshonai,” Bila said, waggling her finger at Eshonai as if she were a child. “You begged me for my help and then you dragged your feet every step along the way. I may be in mateform but I’m not an idiot. You have your answer, you silly scholar. You’ve proven your point. Now go fuck the sky like you really want.” 

Bila's words hit like a bucket of stormwater, but her smile was warm. Eshonai supposed there were worse ways to find out she wasn’t interested in females either. Humming to Consolation, she accepted the sack, dug in it for a snack, then slung it over her shoulder. “It’s not you, I promise,” she said, trying to think of something nice to say. 

“Oh, I know,” Bila said to Confidence. “If I can’t do it for you, then no one can.”

They laughed together to Peace, and Eshonai felt a weight leave her. Taking a bite of her food, she turned away, walking into the sun.

This is what my hands should be holding, she thought, feeling the scratchiness of the bag against her skin. For better or for worse, even in mateform she preferred the caress of the sun to the caress of another listener.

Her heart felt light again, and she attuned the Rhythm of Joy as she walked, her clothes and skin drying in the sunlight. Maybe this wouldn't be a total disaster.

[eddiemunsonappreciationsociety]

My Word Is My Bond

Part Two: You're addictive, so indicative of my inhibitions

After Eddie leaves, I stare at where he sat for a minute or so. I am trying to calm my heart down, but it's not working, thumping a groove into my ribs. I take another steadying breath, grab my bag and leave without even saying goodbye to Stella.

The night is dark, I am incredibly skittish as I walk the short way from the bar to home. My platform boots click along the cobbled streets as I wind down the back alley to get to the stairs that lead to the flat above my shop. I quietly head up the metal stairs to my door, finding my hands shaking as I try to put the key in the right lock. My fingers fumble and they fall to the floor.

Fuck.

As I rifle through my bag I can hear Chance scratching at the door, wanting to see me. I quickly find the little glass vial with black pepper in it and sprinkle it over the dropped keys before picking them up and letting myself in. My large french mastiff jumps at me, drooling with happiness. I allow myself to be briefly comforted by the familiar smell of lavender and smoke and the feeling of Chance's soft fur under my fingers. As soon as the doors locked behind me I head to the largest bedroom, which I have turned into my workroom, followed by the dog's nails softly clicking on the wooden floor as she sticks to my side.

Every wall is covered in large, rosewood bookshelves, three of the walls of square cubby holes are filled with ingredients, crystals, little vial bottles, and other elemental objects needed in my work and life. The last wall of shelving is filled with books,  framing a huge rosewood desk, cluttered with half-unfurled scrolls, crystals, and half-made spell jars.

I quickly get to work,  first gathering all the obsidian I can, going around the flat, and placing them on my doorways and windows, anywhere that could potentially be an entrance into my home. My eyes search my bookshelves, looking for the cracked leather spine of Protecting Yourself from the Supernatural.

I find it, find the page on vampire repellents and grab some glass jars and vials and begin stuffing them with garlic, rosemary, and salt - stopping briefly as the smell of these ingredients reminded me of roast potatoes - before continuing to add some moon water, silver shavings, and cemetery dirt.

Once I have three of these jars assembled I begin to place them around the flat, before going to my alter, I fill the cup with red wine, and the bowl with salt and pour frankincense over these before placing my keys next to these offerings.

"I invoke the power of Janus, and offer these gifts in exchange for safety this night, please keep me safe in my home and do not allow anyone with bad intentions to cross my thresholds." I murmur as I light the incense stick in its holder.

I bow my head, reciting the blessing again and once my ritual is done I feel myself relax. Exhaustion creeps into me. I climb off the floor and head to my bedroom. The majority of the floor space is taken up by my huge bed, I dive into my duvet, Chance already snoring on it, head barely hitting the pillow before I'm falling asleep, my last fleeting thought of smoldering dark eyes.

The next morning the sunlight creeps over my still fully dressed body, waking me gently. I feel so rested it takes a moment for me to remember last night. Panic grabs at my heart briefly but it dissipates quickly, replaced by a feeling I am surprised by. It's almost a yearning, I want to see Eddie again.

Why?

Do I have a death wish?

Let's not go down that road.

I try and shake my head free of these thoughts as I pull myself out of bed and head to the kitchen to feed the furbaby. I begin to boil sweet potatoes and pull salmon out of the fridge. Chance is padding around the kitchen, tail wagging as I make her breakfast.

"You eat better than I do." I laugh as I mash more vegetables with fish oil and walnut oil.

Just as the potatoes are nearly done I switch on the coffee machine, head to the bathroom, and start running the bath.  

"We're multitasking today Little Miss," I say to Chance as she stands in the bathroom doorway, glaring at me for daring to do anything other than focus on her food.

I head back into the kitchen, ignoring my reflection as I catch sight of it, insane hair and makeup remnants all over my face. I finish the dog's food, mashing sweet potatoes and salmon into the bowl and placing it on the floor next to her freshly filled water bowl. I drop a little bowl of coconut water next to the others for her and I see her glance at it as she dives facefirst into her sweet potato.

The coffee machine makes a noise letting me know it's ready to go and I fix myself an iced oat latte, finally adding a dash of vanilla syrup, in my favourite pink glass, taking it into the bathroom, my rolling box tucked under my arm, to finish running my bath. My bathroom shelves are just a smaller version of my crafting room - vials of essential oils, dried flowers and plants, crystals and even some homemade bath bombs.

I grind up weed, dried rose, lavender, and some CBD flower and roll myself a serenity joint. I spark it, turn the taps off and begin to smoke as I throw various things into the bath to make me feel a little better. The smell of my house and shop, and sometimes me, can be overwhelming for some people but it's unavoidable in my line of work and my genes.

I throw in pink Himalayan salt, rose water, jasmine, and dried rose in the steaming bath and sink into the water. The burn is soothing to my body. I smoke my joint and sup my iced coffee, enjoying the tingly sensation of the water, the bath spell seeping its way into my skin and soul. I let my head sink under the water and allow myself to be submerged.

It's only after I have sat in the water for half an hour I realise what I have been sitting in. I jump out of the bath so quickly that I get water everywhere. I pull the plug and step into the shower to try and cleanse myself of the love spell bath I'd just been sat in.

What the fuck is wrong with me.

My mind flashes with brown eyes and a lopsided smile.

Fuck.

My subconscious is a horny bitch.

[demonstars]

is more like 800 my bad

When Dream wakes up, it is to a very loud snore from George. 

Or, more specifically, that’s the sound that pulls him firmly from that state of sleep-consciousness that exists every morning, being conscious of the sunlight slipping through his binds and the general sense of morning yet too unwilling to part from his lovers’ arm. Lover that, again, was snoring pretty loudly. 

That doesn’t discourage Dream’s smile. 

The warmth makes it hard to be anything but idle as moves, but once he wakes up he can’t go back to sleep, so there’s no use to pretend otherwise. He makes a show out of opening his eyes, letting the light set in fully bit by bit until he caught the full image. And it was gorgeous: George, tied in their silk sheets, lost to the world. His mouth is fully open, deep breathes indicating a deep sleep, despite the smallest bit of sunlight hitting his face square. There’s a bit of drool cooling in the side of his mouth, and for a moment Dream becomes entranced by the sight of it. Things he knew George had —from uncountable mornings where he had complained about having spit in his sheets, despite being the sole culprit— but he had yet to witness enough times to settle. He only blinks when he feels his eyes burn, tears threatening to drip onto the bed. 

He’s here. It shouldn’t feel magnanimous, he should feel himself growing used to it. But it is amazing to know he has him there, that he’s laying on his bed, the fact that he looks so amazing taking place all over his space. Carving effortlessly a spot into his room, just like he did inside his heart. 

His chest aches, but it’s a woeful and all too welcome sort of pain. It’s the type of pain you feel when you feel too happy you think nobody should ever be allowed to; the kind of pain that only knowing the sharpest, most horrid solitude and then knowing you’ll never feel it again gives you. Is a sweet pain. He hopes the future is full of these moments of feeling too much.

His face scrunches slightly, maybe finally feeling the light. His hair is messed up (not so secretly, Dream’s favorite look for him, especially when he knows it’s because he slept next to him), soft locks of hair sprayed all over the sheet. It’s right where he wants it to be, but Dream loves how he looks any day of the week; his freckles stand out, and he makes a game of connecting the spots with soft brushes of his fingers, growing teary eyed the more he can connect. That’s irrefutable proof of hours upon hours standing outside, walking together under the sun. 

As if sensing Dream’s tenderness, George blinks awake right that second. 

The first thing he does is smile up to him, eyes cranky with affection and lips soft and pink. It’s enough to make a grown man cry—and that’s exactly what happens, when Dream is unable to stop his feelings and gives a soft cry. Immediately his expression twisted into confusion. 

“Dream,” George breathes. Is almost enough to make him sob again, but he refrains. “What’s wrong, did somethin’ happen?”

“No, no, sorry,” he hastens to soothe, dropping onto his back and moving his hands to cover his face entirely. He’s being a baby, he knows, cheeks reddish and eyes unable to dry up, but he can’t help the rush of affection he feels for him. “Just—I just love you.”  

George immediately relaxes, pressing his face against the pillow in order to hide a glowing smile. Dream knows he’s holding the same expression. 

“You can love me without crying about it.” George teases gently, moving his hand up, his touch a small distraction on his hand. They trace over his knuckles as if appreciating a great artifact, holding him gently as he tends to do. Being recipient of George’s care has always felt amazing; Dream will always remember the first time those hands seeked his skin to heal him, back at TwitchCon. It had felt like a miracle then, and it still does now. 

“I guess,” he admits, because it is pretty dumb. “But—you’re, just, like right there.” 

It’s—senseless, really. Of course he’s there, they both were together in all the steps to get him to Florida. Dream knew of all the tears dropped and sleepless nights and George knew of all the frustrated screams and motionless mornings, yet, impossibly, his face softens more. 

“Okay,” he allows, and his hand touches Dream’s cheek, passing a thumb under his eye to clean his face. 

It’s so good to have this now. You vow to never, ever forget it. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. He understands the magnitude of the words. 

“Anytime,” he says.

do any of you want like 600 words of dnf being in love or something

[cyborg-franky]

Commission for @sabo-has-my-heart this was ah.. too much fun to write -sweats-

Marco x dfab reader x Ace N/SFW TW: poly not just a threesome. AN: no pronouns used but female bodied reader Word Count: 2,977

Sunlight filtered in the open window, the Seabreeze batting the curtain playfully as the salty scent filled your nose with its pleasant familiar smell. You sighed and shifted in place, earning a groan from another body. You chuckled, body still exhausted from a long day of work yesterday, mind still cloudy with the desire to sleep for longer.

“It’s almost time to wake up,” Marco said as he stretched his long legs out, yours still tangled between them.

Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing you saw was Marco’s half-lidded eyes and lopsided smile as he blinked the sleep away, had brushing your hair out of your face. “Morning, Babybird.” He said softly, voice still croaky from sleep.

Feeling your heart skip a beat when the commander used his pet name for you, your hand on his chest, tracing patterns and seeing him melt into your feather-light touches. You felt a sudden warmth behind you as limbs shuffled and arms snaked around your waist.

You could feel Ace’s pointy chin against your back, his face smushed against you as he slept, making mumbles as he tried to talk through you and Marco talking. Feeling a wetness on your shoulder blade you grimaced when you realised the freckled pirate was drooling on you.

“Ace!” You huffed and wriggled out his grasp.

He blinked and stretched, a yawn escaping him as you sat up in bed, Marco chuckling, amused as you tried to reach the wet patch on your back courtesy of Ace. The flame user mumbled, letting his eyelids fall shut, his hands now reaching out for Marco, grabbing at the phoenix in an attempt to get another person to hold close while he slept.

“Ah, ah, come on Ace, you know you have to be up early too yoi.” He reached over and as he did with you he did with the sleeping man, brushing back messy black hair and gently stroking his cheek.

It was cute to see how your two partners interacted with one another, very much in love. It warmed your heart to see Ace nuzzle into Marco’s palm, enjoying how Marco’s thumb stroking his freckles felt.

“Why do I have to get up huh? I’m not a commander.” You said watching as Marco got out of bed and grabbed the water spray bottle he used to mist the plants.

He crouched down by Ace’s side and watched as Ace just rolled over, his snoring getting louder as he once again fell deeper into his sleep. Marco hummed at your question, his mischievous blue eyes met yours as the lopsided grin turned into a smirk as he used the spray bottle to water Ace.

“Because, it sets a bad example if we let out partner have a lay-in when we expect everyone in our division to be up and ready and your part of my division so I can’t go easy on you, Babybird yoi.” He smirked when he sprayed Ace a few times.

Giving his face spritz, it only happened a few times before Ace’s skin heated up in his sleepy annoyance, the water mist evaporating before it touched his freckled skin. Ace sat up and shot Marco a look, grabbing a pillow and hitting the blond square in the face, sending him toppling over.

You felt your lips turn up into a smile as you watched the two mess around before you climbed off the bed. Feeling content and happy despite how early it was, how long your day was going to be. It was hard to be anything but happy when you had Marco and Ace.

Still, you sometimes felt you had to pinch yourself. To be with not one of them but both? You still couldn’t believe you’d been brave enough to confront the pair. As Marco and Ace rolled around on the floor, the sound of Ace’s irritated jabs at Marco’s chosen hairstyle and Marco laughing as he tried to tickle Ace you thought back to that night, all those months ago.

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You’d only been part of the crew a few months maybe, placed into the first division for your basic first aid knowledge you settled in pretty well. Marco was a patient and nice commander, there was no wonder you’d taken an interest in the man. He was handsome, smart, kind and very funny. He always had these one-liner quips that had you snorting out your coffee and losing your composure.

He was also the biggest flirt on the ship, the way those full lips would smirk across the room at you, his innuendos with so many things he said. You always felt heat spreading across your cheeks, sometimes in other places you were ashamed to admit.

Marco was also lucky enough to be in a relationship with the other person you had grown very fond of. Ace was sweet, funny and always knew how to cheer you up, they both could read you better than you could read yourself.

You felt a connection with them, something deeper than you’d experienced and it just sucked that they had already found one another. You hated that you were jealous because you loved seeing your two close friends so happy with one another.

One evening Marco was working late, as he always did, and you’d offered to stay back and help him with some last-minute jobs. Putting away leftover stock that didn’t have a home yet, putting away jars, condensing boxes and other manual things as Marco poured over his paperwork.

The door opened and you both looked up from your respective works, seeing Ace kick open the door with one of his clunky boots and sending you both a grin. A tray in his hands which he set down on the coffee table in Marco’s office.

“I came with gifts!” He puffed out his chest, proud of himself.

Marco took off his glasses, placing the top of one of the arms between his lips as he stared at Ace. You stared over at the tray Ace had brought with him, there was a whiskey bottle, a few shot glasses and an array of cut fruit, mostly pineapple for his boyfriend you concluded.

“Firefly,” Marco sighed and leaned back in his chair, his tone was betrayed by the sly grin on his face.

“Come on, it’s Friday and you’ve both been working all day, come on Marco!” He waggled his eyebrows, the grin never dropping from his face,

“Want to have a drink with us?” Marco posed the question to you.

You nodded your head and sprung up from your spot faster than you would have liked, showing how eager you were to have a drink with these two wonderful men. Marco sat on the floor cross-legged, Ace perched on the edge of the tatty armchair that Marco had kept around.

You saw Ace pat the space next to him, you cast a sideways glance at Marco, not that he seemed like the jealous type. Ace smiled when you decided to sit next to him, one of his arms loosely around your waist.

“I hope you don’t plan on getting too drunk yoi,” Marco said, meaning Ace.

“I was thinking just a few shots to unwind right?” You nodded in agreement with Ace as you watched the zoan unscrew the cap and pour them all a shot.

“Cheers!” you all cheered and clinked the glasses together in cheers.

All taking a shot and feeling the heat hit the back of your throat and rush down, pleasantly warming your belly, your cheeks heating up as you savoured the bitter and strong drink. You all did one more before Ace suggested a card game, pulling out a deck from one of his pockets.

A few drinks later, Ace and you were a little tipsy, Marco was fine thanks to his devil fruit powers. You watched from behind your cards as Ace leaned down and pressed his lips against Marco’s a soft and tender kiss that made your heart flutter.

“Like what you see, Chick?” Marco addressed you, seeing how you stared.

“I’m not a pervert!” you blurted out and Ace chuckled next to you, an arm around your waist still.

“Are you sure? We catch you lookin’ at us pretty often.” There was a mischievous glint in Ace’s eyes when he turned to face you, Marco leaning on the table, his card long forgotten as piercing blue eyes studied you.

“I, it’s more... jealousy?” You mumbled and shuffled the cards in your hand over and over, nervous.

“Jealous?” Ace quirked a brow and Marco leaned in closer now.

“I wish I had what you guys had…. With each other… I want Ace… and Marco… I just want to be part of this.” You got emotional, the booze making you blunt, honest, dramatic with your arm movements.

Marco and Ace exchanged glances, lips curling into smiles. “Is that so yoi?”

--

Marco and Ace had been having similar feelings towards you, they just didn’t know where you stood on being in a polyamorous relationship. You weren’t standing right now regardless, sitting on Marco’s bed with the phoenix sitting behind you, you could feel his erection pressing against your back as his large hands cupped your breasts.

Blushing and stammering his name as you watched Ace remove the last of his clothes, the only one that still had anything on his form. You couldn’t help enjoy the show as Ace slowly slipped his boxers down off his hips, watching as his hard cock bopped once it was free.

“Like what you see, Little bird?” Marco cooed in your ear as you watched Ace get onto the bed, crawling over to you, never breaking eye contact.

“I.. yes.” You felt like an idiot, unable to form words as these two handsome men were giving you attention.

You felt Marco’s lips on the shell of your ear as he nibbled gently, he started to tease your nipples, already erect from the slight breeze in the room, you moaned when he started to pinch them, applying just the right amount of pressure, feeling your head fall back against his shoulder he couldn’t help chuckle as he rolled the nubs between his fingers.

“The sounds you make, fuck.” Ace took his cock in his hand, giving it a few lazy stroked as he focused on the face you were making for Marco.

“Hey, spread their legs, I wanna see how pretty their pussy is.” You were both shocked and turned on by his crude words, feeling Marco obey him, spreading your thighs and showing him your moist cunt.

“Your so wet and we’ve barely started.” Marco hummed against your neck as one hand went between your legs, spreading your lips open so Ace could get a good look.

“As I said, I’ve wanted you both for a while.” You watched as Ace’s hands ran down your body before reaching your core. Marco returned his hands to your breasts, attacking your perky nipples with renewed vigour.

Ace started to rub slow circles on your clit, teasing yet purposeful as he went. You moaned and arched into both men’s touches, wanting more, needing more. You were so wet for them already and you didn’t want them to take their time.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Marco’s cock being heavy as he pressed against your back or take your eyes off Ace’s. Marco started to nibble your beck, sucking marks along the side, wanting to make marks, leave proof he had laid claim to you.

Ace grinned and leaned forward, attacking your neck with the same goal in mind, with more purpose and harder than Marco. He had you writhing in Marco’s grip. Ace slipped two fingers into your core, scissoring you open and feeling just how tight and needy you had become for them. He loved hearing your deprived desperate whines in his ear.

“This is already a lot of fun yoi.” Marco chuckled and started to kiss Ace, deepening the kiss as he pinched at your nipples, Ace adding another finger, plunging them in and out of your tight wet core.

“Please, I need you, I need you both.” You whimpered.

“Oh?” Marco hummed when he pulled away from the kiss.

“Shall we make you feel good babe?” Ace asked, both of them looking at one another with grins, both thinking of the same thing.

You were soon hoisted up by Marco’s strong arms as he settled you down over his cock, Ace helping to guide his dick into your sopping core. You felt your eyes roll back, a moan escaping as Marco was soon fully sheathed inside you.

Your back to Marco as he squeezed your breasts, thrusting up into you, filling you more than you’d ever felt until now. You couldn’t even remember your name right now, let alone theirs to call out in the heat of the moment. Ace got between your thighs once more, licking Marco’s cock, the part that he couldn’t stuff into your pussy.

Ace licked up from the base all the way to your clit, soon moving forward and taking your engorged bud and sucking on it, you cried out, legs twitching and body spasming as he flicked the tip of his tongue over it.

Marco started to rock his hips into you, his hands never stopping for a second as he teased your breasts, you were already seeing stars. Feeling so stuffed full of Marco’s cock and feeling Ace suckling on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“How’d you like that yoi?” Marco asked as he started to lift you off his dick before letting you fall back down, using gravity to speer you on his cock.

Each time you were fucked hard, coming down and moaning, Ace only speeding up handiwork. You were embarrassed to admit you were already so close, your peek coming closer and closer with each upwards thrust of Marco’s hips into your body as your pussy clenched around him.

“I want you to cum for us chick, can you do that?” You nodded, already breathless and moaning, forgetting any real words because it just felt so good.

Ace chuckled, it simply vibrated around your clit which only pushed you closer and closer, climbing that peeks you cried out their names, over and over, pleasured sobs escaped your body as you came hard around the zoan’s member.

Your climax was intense, messy and if you asked Ace it was also delicious. He lapped up your juices like he was starving, flicking your overstimulated clit a few more times before the two men readjusted you. You were soon on your back, Ace grinning down at you as he slid his cock into your throbbing pussy.

“Don’t worry, you worked me up so much with those moans I won’t last long.” Ace commented as he started to slam into you, his balls slapping against your ass.

Marco appeared at your side, his member still slick with your arousal as he trailed a finger over your lips, causing your lower lip to part, showing your mouth gasping as you carried on trying to catch your breath, being fucked through your orgasm.

“Can I?” he asked as he rubbed the throbbing tip on your lips, you couldn’t help let your tongue dart out and lick across the top where precum had gathered.

Your answer was simply taking him into your mouth, moaning around his long member as Ace speed up, his fingers digging into your flesh and leaving indents in your supple skin. Marco brushed back your hair, a caring gesture as he started to fuck your face, with a great deal more restraint than Ace had with your pussy right now.

“I’m going to… fuck…I’m gonna cum.” Ace whined out as he was losing his pace, getting sloppy as he chased his orgasm.

Not that you minded though, not at all, he was helping build you up to your second orgasm, it was rushing up faster than before. He held your hips harder, bruises would form tomorrow you were sure, more marks that would show their pride in ownership of you.

He grunted and pushed in as deep as he could, holding himself in place as he came inside you, rope after rope of thick cum. His eyes fluttered shut as his erratic movements slowed down. He quickly placed a thumb on your clit rubbing circles to help you complete your second circuit. You cried out, moaning around Marco once more as you came.

Your body was thrumming with pleasure, your pussy throbbing and gripping Ace’s cock, not letting him go until you’d milked him for every drop of cum you could. Marco gripped your hair, closing his eyes as his breathing started to hitch, he soon came after you and Ace.

You were happy to accept his load, swallowing like it was the coolest glass of water and you were parched. “Greedy little thing.” Marco cooed as he tried to slip his cock from your lips but you were addicted to his taste, wanting more, cleaning the tip as he fully pulled away.

All three of you collapsed in a heap, you were surprised at the two pairs of arms that wrapped around you, pulling themselves close to your body. Everyone puffing and panting, used and spent, blissed out and happy and most of all a sense of togetherness.

“Does that mean… we are…” you started to ask before Ace hushed you.

“Yeah, for sure, we feel completed now we have you here with us.” Ace held your hand, his other one brushing back Marco’s hair from his sweaty forehead.

Marco just nodded, enjoying how your face lit up, his arms around you, draped across Ace. The three of you held one another as you come back to earth. You felt good, you felt happy, safe and loved.

[leejungchans]

sunday morning — hong jisoo

word count | 0.7k

pairing | joshua (svt) x female reader

warning(s) | none!!

genre | fluff, parents au

summary: what song did you expect joshua to sing to your baby daughter?

a/n: i saw (affectionate) shua sunday morning agenda slander so this is my contribution 🤧🤧 ria bestie this is for you teehee thank you for the idea <3 @kwonsyoungs

Sunlight hits you squarely in the face when you wake up, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut as you roll over to face away from the window.

Joshua always forgets to draw the curtains properly.

Nuzzling your face into the pillow, you wonder how long it’d take for you to drift off into dreamland again. And you thought your sleep schedule prior to becoming a mother was already fifty shades of messed up.

You wouldn’t trade your happy family of three for anything in the world, but you’d be lying if you said you don’t miss sleeping in and napping whenever you want.

Eyes still tightly closed, your hand reaches out from underneath the covers to paw at Joshua’s side of the bed, and finally crack an eye open when you find it empty.

Now alert, you sit up abruptly, a decision you immediately regretted as the sudden jerk makes your head to spin and causes random shapes to scatter your vision. Where did your husband go? Did something happen with your daughter? What if he needs help?

You push the covers off your body and scramble out of bed instantly, tired self stumbling over your own feet as you make your way to the nursery. You can practically hear the erratic pounding of your heart in your ears from being so frazzled with worry. A million thoughts of what could be going wrong run through your mind. What if—

Your tense shoulders collapse with relief when you reach the nursery door.

Everything’s okay.

You know this because instead of hearing your daughter’s cries and Joshua’s hushed pleads, it’s the gentle strumming of a guitar that greets you, followed by your husband’s melodious singing voice just seconds later.

“Sunday morning, rain is falling. Steal some covers, share some skin. Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable…”

A soft smile stretches across your face upon recognising the song. Of course Joshua Hong would choose to sing this song to your daughter. You still remember how disappointed Jeonghan looked when he found out that her first words were, in fact, not “Sunday morning”.

And to think the poor man spent an entire afternoon trying to teach your baby to utter those two words. A for effort, you suppose.

Carefully, you twist the doorknob and crack the door open, silently watching your husband and daughter through the small crack. Warmth blooms in your chest as Joshua continues to sing to your baby with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes. Your smile widens at the sight of your daughter’s wide, glossy eyes as she stares at the guitar he’s playing, seemingly entranced by the way his fingers move across the strings.

Despite Joshua’s insistence that it isn’t the case, you can quite confidently say that your daughter has indeed inherited his shiny doe eyes.

“Driving slow on Sunday morning, well, I never want to leave…”

The verse comes to a close, and when your baby babbles as though trying to sing along, you bite down on the inside of your cheek to stifle a giggle, wanting to take in this endearing moment between father and daughter for a little more before making your presence known.

Joshua’s beam is as radiant as the sunlight streaming through the blinds as he slowly sets his guitar on the ground. His large hand envelops your daughter’s much smaller one, and you think your heart might just burst from love when he presses a gentle kiss to her tiny fingers.

“That sounded beautiful, angel,” he coos to your overjoyed baby before suddenly turning to face you, “I’m sure your mom agrees, doesn’t she?”

You mirror his teasing grin. “Oh, so you knew I’ve been standing here all along?”

“It’s my wifey-sense,” Joshua jokes, smiling brightly at you as you step into his outstretched arm, which wraps securely around your waist as you gently lift your daughter out of her crib and into your arms.

“Already outsinging your dad, aren’t you, angel?” you ask affectionately while stroking her soft, chubby cheek. You like to think she understands from the way your words elicit high-pitched giggles from her.

Joshua pouts, getting up from the ground to stand beside you, one of his hands reaching for your baby’s to get her attention. “Don’t listen to your mom,” he whines, “she’s being mean to me as usual.”

“Bet Uncle Hannie will disagree. Right, angel? He’ll take your side over your dad’s any day,” you say, gently tickling your baby and smiling when she lets out squeals of laughter.

“Mother and daughter ganging up against me, I see,” Joshua grumbles, moving to stand behind you to wrap his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Good morning, love.”

You crane your neck slightly to look at him. “Good morning, Shua,” you say sweetly. “What a lovely way to start off our Saturday morning, hm?”

“Ah, I was wondering when you’d point that out.”

a/n: wanted to post this before it’s the 6th here hehe :3 dad svt makes me so soft you have no idea ;;;;; also i was so tempted to name their daughter gia ahsjhwjs 🤧💗 thank you for reading this and i promise longer fics are on their way ;;;