#tiny crown w/ tiny apple

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It's so cute

Luky - OC

Miraculous x Hazbin Hotel

Name: Luky

Creator: Lucifer Morningstar

Origin: Kwami

Ocupation: King of the Kwami

[hanafubukki]

Ok, I just can't get out of my head, big brother Silver and Malleus. Maybe MC and Lilia having their own child and it's a baby girl. She'd be the most beloved little girl in the Valley. I can imagine this is Silver's first time meeting a baby that young and he'd be so soft uwu. Like, he'd be her perfect prince and he'd be more than happy to live up to her image. He takes his role as being her big brother as seriously as his role as Malleus' knight. Malleus, meanwhile. I mean, the child is the product of his favorite human and his father figure. Say no more. Man would basically ignore a royal counsel meeting if it means going to one of her tea parties. Super duper important meeting... Yeah, that's a tomorrow problem. Man has a tea party to go and a messily writter invite in glitter ink is basically on top of his paperwork so he won't forget it. Ok, sorry for the rant. It's just nothing makes me softer than Lilia being a dad again and getting another member in his beloved family. Thank you.

Hello Anonie 🌺🌷💚

First of all Anonie, *grabs you by the shoulders* never be sorry about sending me these! I love love love fluff, especially domestic fluff! And adding on babies?! Ahsjsjjdd Anonie???? I’m the one who suffers from baby fever constantly ansjsjjdjfd believe me, I adore it. (My first fic was a lilia x reader who had a child together ahhhh💞💞💞). This is some of my faves to see in fics 💚💚🌺🌺

One of my fave ideas is a little girl being born into the Diasomnia family. I can see it change their dynamics but also not change it. Certain aspects will remain the same: teaching self defense/training, escaping Lilia’s food (unless she’s the rare one that likes it, to the detriment of everyone else haha), the pranks, etc.

But also, she’ll have these four overprotective figures in her life. Can you imagine when she dates? The sheer panic??

Malleus will eventually have to take a spouse, Silver might too, and now Lilia’s little girl? Papa is going to have a meltdown. Everyone is getting married and leaving him! (Ironic lmfaoo) But, relax, she was just born Lilia! She’s still a toddler! MC out here looking at this ex-general turned drama papa and enjoying the chaos in a fondly exasperated way.

Sebek, Sebek honey, you are so lucky not to deal with this 🤣🤣 that’s a Baul problem 😂😂

As we seen with Silver and the kids durning the bunny event, Silver is trying his best to be the best brother and Prince Charming figure to his little sister. He just…has trouble at times 🤣 But she knows her big brother Silver well just like she knows big brother Malleus, in her eyes, no one is as charming as them.

He’s going to take her and his animal friends to the meadows nearby. They’ll make flower crowns and talk about what’s for dinner as they forage for ingredients. I can see Silver teaching her to dance as Malleus taught him and Lilia.

She’ll sit on his shoulders and pick from apple trees. He’ll teach her how to pick berries. He’ll teach her about animal tracksand hunting. Of course, for now, she’s too young. But no one is too young to learn survival skills right? ✨✨

She can even train with him and he’ll carry her back when she’s tired. All tucked into him, safe in his arms.

As for Malleus? What meeting? His only meeting is this tea party that he’s been invited to. Don’t you see this messy yet glitter filled invite? How dare you try and stop him? Jkjk but at the same time I’m not. 😆

Big Brother Malleus is not going to miss out. He was late once, stupid councilmen, and the sad look he saw then had him almost burning the castle down. Lolol jkjk …maybe.

I can see Malleus getting busy with work at times, maybe so busy he late to dinner. Next thing he knows, there’s a tiny person peeking over his paperwork, giving him a look that can rival Lilia’s cute pout. (It’s even better than his in fact, no one tell Lilia but I doubt he’d mind. He’ll gladly give that mantle to his baby girl)

His baby sister asks him when he’s coming for dinner and it’s late, won’t he take a break? The way this Fae King folds? It would astound the masses. 💞

On the days where Malleus says he can’t join, oh my dear king, this baby girl is as stubbornness as her papa and brothers. She will pout and sit there, threatening not to eat until her big brother does. How can you deny that?

You know that phase that all little girls go through? The one where they want to marry the ones they really love? Watch these three just try their best to get her to choose them. 😂🤣

The winner is MC, of course, no one can beat Mama 💞💞 laughing at the thought of the three depressed in the dark corner.

Ahhh this was so cute! Thank you for sending this in Anonie 💞💞💚💚

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Flower Crowns

dean winchester x bimbo!reader

1.5k | fluff, fem pronouns

summary: dean had lived his life as self-reclusive and stoic as possible. who knew one girl in tiny skirts with glossed lips could make him completely whipped?

dean winchester grew up in an environment that most people would widen their eyes at. mouths agape in shock as dean and his brother recount all the times their dad treated them like soldiers instead of children.

that lifestyle is what made dean who he was today; and most people would find it encouraging that he and sam didn’t turn out like complete asshole’s.

unlike his younger brother, dean was always the troublemaker between the two. yeah, sam had a knack for defying john’s orders, but dean always found himself in forms of trouble that landed him in boy’s homes.

all he wanted was to appeal his father. be tough for sammy and protect the people who he cared about. all that squished together made him into the hard shell of a man he is today; and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

that’s what drew you into dean in the first place. he was so languid in his actions. already knowing the exact way to push people out of his life when they got too close. having the tough guy act down to the final line. but you saw beneath it. you saw the man who cared so deeply about the people he actually allowed himself to hold close, and that interested you even more.

dean first saw you when he was on a case down in your hometown. and instantly, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

bobby had directed sam and dean to one of his hunter friends who lived in town. telling the boys that if they ever needed help, this guy was the one to call.

that man ended up being your father, and dean was thoroughly surprised that someone like you grew up around a hunter.

you answered the door wearing a baby pink sundress, thigh high stockings pulled up as high as possible with black heels on your feet. when you turned around, dean noticed the delicate ribbon placed in your curled hair, and he suddenly had the urge to pull it loose and use it on you for something else completely.

the whole time dean was at your house, he found himself thinking those unsolicited thoughts. you reached into your purse to reapply your lip gloss, dean wondered how it would taste on his lips. you tossed your hair over your shoulder to get it out of your face, dean wondered what it would be like to grab it in his fist.

each time he found himself alone with you, he couldn’t help the easy flirtations that fell from his lips. you almost dragged him upstairs to your bedroom when he called you a ‘good girl’ for finding a key detail in the case.

when it was time for him and sam to leave, dean slipped his phone number in the back pocket of your jeans. he disguised the action in the hug he gave you. . . while also lightly grabbing your ass.

he was scared you would smack him across the face for that last part. but the light kiss on his cheek that left a glossy residue in it’s wake had him thinking differently.

after months of talking — and establishing some form of relationship after multiple phone calls, dean asked if you wanted to live with him and sam in their 1950’s bunker. normal people would be immediately turned off and say no, but you weren’t normal people. and by the next weekend, you had your room packed up and ready to move in with dean.

every day you lived with dean was bringing you two closer together. your aesthetics varied so greatly, yet that somehow made you two even more compatible.

dean found himself falling even more in love with you as time moved forward. the evening he knew he loved you was when he walked into the kitchen, watching you attempt to make an apple pie. you were dressed in the shortest skirt imaginable, and dean almost passed out when you bent over to put the pie in the oven and he got a nice view of your lace panties.

he had come up behind you, wrapping his arm around your middle and dragging you back into his chest. whispering a soft “what are you doing” in your ear, dean went on to carry you back to your shared room, eclipsing your body with his own as you laid underneath him on your bed. he had whispered a soft and sensual, “let me show you how much i love you, baby,” and the rest was a story that dean still smirked about when he thought of it.

today was different. the weather in kansas was gloomy, and dean found himself wanting to stay in bed all day and cuddle with his girl. though for some reason, he couldn’t find you anywhere in the bunker.

he looked everywhere. every room and any place that he could think of you being. dean started to worry when sam told him that he saw you go outside a couple of minutes ago. so with the clambering of his boots, synchronizing with the patter of rain falling behind the door, dean ventured out to find you.

to dean’s surprise, he found you rather quickly. though, it wasn’t the fact that you were scaling the side of the bunker that surprised him. it was the fact that you could incorporate pink into any outfit and any weather condition imaginable.

a soft pink rain coat was covering your white tank top and pleated black skirt. a pink and black striped umbrella was perched over your head, and dean noticed how it was meticulously covering the pink uggs you wore with your classic white, knee high socks.

dean wanted to coo at your hunched figure. you looked adorable as you grumbled in frustration at your umbrella, legs bent at the knees as you searched for something dean couldn’t quite see.

“what’cha doin’ sugar, it’s pouring out here.” his voice startled you, your head whipping around to notice dean standing by the railing at the entrance.

tightly clutched in your hand was different types of small flowers, seemingly growing around the bunkers edges. dean craned his head like a confused puppy as he noticed the assorted flowers in your palms.

huffing slightly, you stood to your full hight as dean stared on at you, a massive grin on his face as he watched you dust off your clothing. “i’m trying to collect flowers dean, what does it look like i’m doing?”

the man couldn’t help but laugh at your matter of fact attitude. you looked so adorable standing there, covered head to toe in pink as you clutched pretty flowers in one hand and a comically large umbrella in the other.

with a shake of his head, dean approached you and grabbed the umbrella out of your hand, holding it over the both of you as he placed his free palm on the small of your back, leading you inside. “yeah, i can see that sweets, but why?”

you held up the assortment of flowers to give dean a closer look, allowing him to notice all the pretty pink’s, white’s, and purple’s you had grabbed. “i want to make you and i matching flower crowns, that’s why.”

dean stopped in his tracks as the two of you made it to the railing over looking the war room. never in his life had someone catered something so sweet towards him. yes, flower crowns were something dean would definitely not gravitate towards, but it was going to be made by you, and there was nothing better than a gift from his sweet girl.

“you are one of a kind, you know that baby?” he had rested your umbrella by the door, moving so he could wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to his body. with a soft smile on your face, you placed your arms around his shoulders, the flowers tickling the side of his neck as he rubbed your back up and down. “yeah, you’ve told me once or twice.”

the rest of your day was spent as dean had intended when he woke up; in his arms. you both laid on your bed, dean’s back against the head board as you rested in between his spread legs and against his back.

you concentrated on weaving the flowers stems together, not noticing dean’s eyes on you the entire time. his hands rested on the tops of your thighs, moving from there to your hips every once in a while as he silently watched you work.

he couldn’t help himself sometimes and he would lean down and place a kiss on either your cheek or the crown of your head. when you turned around, placing the finished product on his head; you rocking your own of the same colour’s, dean left a lingering kiss on your lips, mumbling who beautiful you looked in his relaxed state.

you were his flower. his beautiful peony that grew the love in his heart. as you rested against his back again, fingers fiddling with the the pretty pink ribbon you were attaching to the back of your crown, dean wondered if the flowers and ribbon were going to be how you decorated your wedding veil one day.

because dean knew one thing for certain; if he didn’t marry you, he would be the dumbest man alive.

[dragonmasterkaylz]

Lucifer’s Eldest Daughter Headcannons

In terms of personality, she’s a lot like Rarity from MLP. She’s got the perfect personality of a Princess, but she’s also very generous and kind.

In terms of appearance, she looks more like Lilith with her eyes and skin. She has blonde hair, but is shorter than Charlie, despite being older.

She was born in the Garden of Eden and Lucifer was still an Archangel at the time, so she has six beautiful wings, but also a Demons tail, as well as long horns like Lilith has.

She supports Charlie and her idea Hotel, but she also looks after her Father, as well as also being a fashionista and running her rival boutique. Her rival being Velvette and the two clash heads a lot.

By the way… she uses her ‘Royal Voice’ when she gets angry:

“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!!!”

“Yes! But, I simply don’t give a shit!!!”

“HOW DARE YOU SPOUT SUCH LANGUAGE IN MY PRESENCE?!!! GET OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT!!!”

She can very dramatic and will use her magic to bring in a sofa, for her very dramatic fall… and it doesn’t matter where she is.

She always makes sure to dress perfectly every single day… even when there’s a fight going on. The last thing she needs is to look untidy!

She even took the liberty of making her Father’s clothes when she finally got the hang of sewing. He adores every outfit she’s made for him. She even did the same for Charlie, who also loves her outfits, but wants to save them for the perfect occasion. And her sister adores that about her.

She keeps her hair in curly at all times and the one time she couldn’t find her hair curler… she… well… had a ‘teeny-tiny’ panic attack.

“WHHYYYYY?!!! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?!!!”

Lucifer ran into her daughter’s room and found her lying on the bed, crying her eyes out, as mascara ran down her face. “Are you okay, sweetheart?!”

“No, Father!!! I am not!!! I can’t find my hair curler!!! And without it… I’m… OHHHHH!!! WHHHYYY ME?!!!”

Lucifer hummed and then smiled before sitting her up. “W-What…? What are you— oh!” He used his own magic to tie her hair into a ponytail before curling the ends of her hair. Then he placed a duck hair clip into her hair. “Wow~!” “I know it’s not as great as… what a hair curler does, but it’s something… right?”

“Oh, Father…! IT’S PERFECT!!! And I have the perfect outfit to go with it!!! Thank you so much!!! You’re the best Dad in all of Hell!!!”

“Oh?! R-Really…? Well… thank you”.

She understands that her Father’s depressed, so she does everything she can to cheer him up. As far as going on to make a brand new clothing line with his name on it, and which was covered in both apples and ducks. She may look a lot more like Lilith, but she’s definitely a Daddy’s Girl.

Mini Story:

“Where is she?!”, Angeldust asked.

The Hotel doors opened and Charlie’s sister walked out wearing a war outfit, as well as her crown. That’s when she said, “I apologise for my tardiness…”.

“Now… TIME TO DESTROY SOME ANGELS!!!”

Husk then said, “Wow. Can’t even cuss in this kind of situation”. “Oh hush! I have my Pride!” She stood next to Charlie and watched as the portal opened up.

Later…

“AHHHHHH!!!”

“Oh no…!!!”

She looked at her outfit and saw that it was torn. Her eyes went red, her horns came out, along with her tail. “I’LL FUCK YOU ALL UP MYSELF FOR THIS!!!”, she screamed before flying around the Exorcists and tearing them apart with her scythe. “Honestly…!”

“NONE OF YOU HAVE ANY APPRECIATION FOR FASHION!!! I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW I SPENT ALL OF LAST NIGHT MAKING EVERYONE’S OUTFITS FOR THIS BATTLE!!! YOU WILL ALL FUCKING PAY!!!”

“Whatever gets her motivated…!”, Charlie said with a slight smile. Then she gasped as one of Adam’s bolts headed straight for her. But her sister blocked it just before saying, “Seriously…? You’re such a pest…! You will NOT lay one finger on my sister, you bastard!!!”

Let’s just say, after the battle, she washed her own mouth out with soap and vowed never to swear again (which didn’t last long).

Hope you enjoyed this~!!!

[cherrywhipped]

What I think Tokyo Revengers characters would order at a bar.

21+ drink responsibly 💞

Semi-crack post, random headcanons. maybe some inspo pulled from character trivia, idk maybe some inaccurate but this is mostly 4 shits & giggles enjoy <3

⭑ Takemichi: stella artois or kirin ichiban // strawberry marg

⭑ Mikey: grasshopper or mudslide // raspberry or lemon seltzers

⭑ Draken: michelob ultra // double vodka red bull

⭑ Mitsuya: angry orchard // gin & tonic

⭑ Pah-chin: Miller highlife // whiskey on the rocks or straight shots

⭑ Peh-yan: Miller 64 // vodka sprite or cran

⭑ Nahoya (Smiley): blue moon belgian white // amaretto sour

⭑ Souya (Angry): w/e draft beer // apple crown & coke

⭑ Baji: rum & coke // kirin ichiban

⭑ Chifuyu: Heineken // extra dirty martini

⭑ Kazutora: Jaeger bombs // Sapporo

⭑ Yasuhiro (Mucho): stout or coffee beers // lychee sake

⭑ Kisaki: vieux carré // *top shelf* whiskey on the rocks

⭑ Hanma: Modelo // white russian

⭑ Emma: Mai Tai // black cherry white claw

⭑ Hina: Tequila Sunrise // hard lemonade

⭑ Naoto: kirin ichiban // piña colada

⭑ Kokonoi: Stella // fruity vodka + soda

⭑ Sanzu: lean🧍‍♀️/j . tbh cherry bombs // moscato

⭑ Izana: yogurt soju // soju + orange juice

⭑ Ran: mont blanc-tinis // pink lemonade smirnoff

⭑ Rindou: mojito // twisted teas

⭑ Shinichiro: asahi or lagers on draft // coke & whiskey

⭑ Wakasa: rum-chata + rootbeer // pineapple ice (Smirnoff)



A/n: that rum-chata shit is no joke I recommend it to hot people. tastes like a rootbeer float

[pagannightwitch]

#1: Dancing

Okay y'all. I literally have zero clue how the tumblrs work, and this is my very first attempt at writing anything. Not just fics, anything at all. I am way open to any kind of tips or critiques you may have for me. Don't hold back, please! This has been fun so far, and I just wanna be semi decent at it.

Um, I think I'm supposed to put warnings at the tippy toppy bit. WARNINGS: IDK prolly like, awkward boners, thicc women dancing and jiggling a bit, horny thoughts, male masturbation, imagining some smoochy smoochin'. Also, WAP lyrics. Just sayin'. May or may not eventually be smutty. I dunno yet. No one under 18 pls and thank you.

Triple Frontier fanfiction:

Frankie MoralesxPlusSizeF!reader

✨✨Reader in this fic can visibly blush, and I was informed that not everyone can do that. I want everyone to feel welcome here! I just wanted my readers to be aware, and I want y'all to know I will be more mindful of this in the future.✨✨

Please feel free to dm me if you see anything else I can improve on! I don't bite much. 💗

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DANCING

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Frankie huffed a sigh as he unlocked the door of the garage. Being lead mechanic, he had key privileges but never needed to come in after hours before. He'd forgotten his leather jacket in the office and would have just left it there if it wasn't Friday, and had been planning to do some yardwork this weekend. With it being early winter, no jacket was no bueno. The hour was late, around 11pm, and he didn't expect anyone else to be there. Frankie had turned his house and truck upside down and inside out looking for the damn thing. He had growled in frustration when he realized it was probably still where he'd hung it up that morning. Grumbling something about being too damn old to be up so late, he halted in his tracks as he stepped into the entryway, ears perked. Low bass was bumping in the back of the building and he could hear singing. Frankie adjusted his cap further up the crown of his head, shuffled a stray curl out of his eyes as he slowly and quietly walked toward the light streaming out of the office door, very aware of how loud his boots felt on the linoleum. Then as the music became clearer, a deep flush started at the base of his neck, seeped up past his ears, and into his hairline. The lyrics were filthy to say the least, and someone was confidently singing along to every word. A groan hitched in his throat and his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, realizing who had to be here late. You had mentioned recently at breaktime that you sometimes stayed after hours to finish any data entry that may have been missed throughout the day whilst answering the phone and signing people in. Frankie loved walking past your desk in the front of the shop, tapping away at the keys, phone tucked into the crook of your neck. You'd be helping customers make appointments or answer any follow up questions they'd have with a smile so warm anyone could hear it without even seeing your face. You'd often look up at him through the stray strands of hair that had made it out of your messy bun and wink cheekily as he made his way back to the garage area. That tiny gesture usually made him blush a bit and grin like a schoolboy with a crush. It always made his day. Now he was standing around the corner from you, listening with a burning red face to you singing about having a wet ass pussy. He really didn't want to seem like an absolute creep, and was about to clear his throat to announce his presence when he caught sight of your reflection in the glass of the office door window. He stifled a groan by biting the knuckles on his hand till it hurt. You were bending over the desk, typing with one hand, the other hand clutching a large stack of papers, singing and shaking your gorgeous plump backside to the beat. His eyes caught the fact that your very tight jeans hugged every dimple and curve, showing the gap where there was a dip between your perfectly rounded cheeks. Your shirt had slid up slightly, he shivered as he felt a bead of sweat forming on his forehead when he noticed the hint of a tattoo flowing down your back. Frankie nervously rubbed his forefingers and thumbs together, wondering what the tattoo looked like, and where else you may have others. You turned slightly to put the papers in a folder, and he could see your profile. You had a huge grin on your face, singing every lyric dripping with innuendo. He automatically smirked, he loved seeing that gorgeous smile on your face. His jaw dropped again as his brain came hurtling back to planet earth and tuned back into the lyrics you had stopped dead in your tracks to belt out. He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it Christ almighty-

I let him taste it, and now he diabetic Frankie's chest siezed up- I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp I wanna gag, I wanna choke When had he started breathing so damn hard? I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat Holy Jesus fucking H. Christ on a biscuit, he had to leave or he was gonna goddamn cum in his pants just watching your breasts jiggle in your fitted work shirt as you made lewd gestures to go along with the words. Your hips swayed, and you hadn't bothered to adjust your shirt. Frankie wanted to grab your soft hips, press himself against you, fingers brushing your beautiful soft tummy and, and...

He took a slow breath and god, it felt like his whole body was on fire, when he realized he'd come for something. What the fuck had he come to the office for? Frankie slowly turned around, quietly trotted back to the door, opened it as silently as he could manage, and closed the door with a tiny click, his ears ringing with, If he ate my ass he's a- He's a what?!

Panicking a bit, he didn't stick around to find out.

He probably shouldn't have listened to WAP on the drive home. He'd done a quick google of the few lyrics that had been utterly seared into his brain right in the parking lot of the closest gas station. He hit play on the video, and turned his phone up as loud as it'd go. Arranging the soda and candy bar he'd snagged inside in an easy to reach place, his face started reddening again as he pulled out of the parking lot. Frankie was fucking fit to burst thinking about you gyrating to the lewd song by the time he haphazardly parked in his driveway.

The next thing he knew he was stumbling through his front door, clumsily slamming it shut. He popped his jeans open as fast as his fingers could fumble it, and gasped as he stroked himself to completion in under a minute. He groaned as he pulsed over and over, thick ropes spilling out on the entryway tile. "Fuck. I'm gonna need a beer," He mumbled before going to the bathroom to wash the sticky spend off his big hands. He stuffed his softened self back into his boxer briefs and zipped his pants up. He messed around in the bathroom for a brief moment, focused on the water running over the cloth in his hands, and wringing it out when it was wet enough. He walked back to the entryway, wiped up the mess on the floor and swore when he realized how fucking much it was.

Jesus. It's been a while. Get your ass on straight Francisco. You have to see her on Monday, and you gotta act fucking normal. Oh Christ. Monday. You usually sat with Frankie and ate lunch together. He looked forward to that easy banter with you, how the hell was he going to look you in the eye when all he could think about now was pressing you up against the nearest wall and plundering your mouth with his tongue? He didn't do any yardwork over the weekend. He was too nervous, too in his head. The hours seemed to go by so molasses slow, but by the time Monday came around it felt like it was too damn soon.

[postnuclearophelia]

ok i made homemade hair conditioner and it made my hair so silky soft and beautiful. my hair routine (curly and dry usually) is dry combing before i get in the shower, using a shampoo bar to wash my roots, using my homemade conditioner (recipe below) to condition up until wear my head comes off the crown like i don't go anywhere near the roots they dont need it... i massage the conditioner into my hair, leave it while i do everything else (10minish) and then rinse it out. then i take my shampoo bar and go lightly back over the hair. when i get out i wrap my hair in a t shirt and let it air dry (no extra product) if it gets frizzy over night i put uberlube (silicone based lubricant infused w vitamin e) in my hair.

conditioner recipe:

this is not like shelf stable and needs to be kept in the fridge but i live in a tiny studio apartment so it doesnt bother me at all to walk from the fridge to the shower. if you've ever made an aioli at home this is basically that but not to be eaten, but technically u could eat it.

ingredients: 2 egg yolks, 1/2 cup of coconut oil, 1/2 cup of orange blossom water, a couple drops of orange essential oil, raw honey, apple cider vinegar

whisk ur egg yolks together until they're super creamy and velvety, then incorporate a tiny amount of liquid or liquified coconut oil, slowly add small amounts while whisking constantly until eventually adding full amount. whisk in 1/2 cup of orange blossom water, 2 drops of essential oil, 1-2 tbsp of raw honey and 1 tbsp of apple cider vinegar. then i pour it into a glass jar and keep it in the fridge. it separates a little once the cocunut oil rehardens but it doesnt really bother me to remix it. it makes like 2 cups and i think it'll last me like 4 washes which is like 1-2 weeks depending. i think it would last like honestly 3-4 weeks in the fridge cause of the vinegar. u could also add salt and that would help it stay good.

<3

[thewritingginger]

Heyy so, um.. could i request a Daddy au! Headcanons for Eren Yeager w him havin a bby girl just like the one u did for Jean, please?? Those are VERY good

Comin right up! I got so many requests for this one and here it is! :D

Also Thank you so much Anon!!!

Daddy au - Eren Yeager

Fandom: Attack on Titan Warnings: Fluff, Modern au, Mentions of pregnancy

Enjoy ~

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“Dad? Baby?... How? When?”

Eren.exe has stopped working

Now look he’s not mad… He is … well he doesn’t know who to feel tbh

I mean he can barely take care of himself. How is he gonna manage a baby?

But he knows there's no going back and he sure as hell isn’t gonna leave you over it

“Just tell me what I need to do!”

He may be a pain in the ass sometimes but he really does try

Better with actions than anything else

Honestly it kinda bugged him out for a bit to think there was a person inside you - he knows what pregnancy is, just it happening to you is a bit  0_o ?!?

Goes to your appointments and thinks it pretty cool and crazy how the baby changes between each ultrasound

Definitely would take an ultrasound pic to work/ send one to a group chat to show them off

“Look at them! They are the size of an apple now!”

“My kid can land some killer kicks so you better watch out.”

When he says “tell him what he needs to do” he means it cuz babe is a bit clueless

He might buy out the whole store if you don’t give him a list of what you want/need

“I couldn’t remember which ones you liked so I got one of each to be safe.”

Not that he would say it outloud but he’s a bit… reserved about touching you too much, specifically your belly

He does when you place his hands on you but he’s a little worried about hurting you or the baby

Doesn’t want to fuck the kid up before they’re even born ya know?!

“You know you can press a bit Hard, Er. You wont hurt them.” *scoffs* “Of course they won't get hurt, they're my kid after all.”

Loves when he can feel them move,  so if you ever  feel a kick he will leap over furniture to get to you

A bit bummed when he doesn’t catch it in time, just kiss him and reassure  him that it’s his kid after all and there is sure to me more kicking

When you told him to fetch your small suitcase for your hospital bag he was a little confused

“Why are you packing? You can’t leave like that.”

Babe thought you were going on a trip smh

So just tell him it’s for when its baby dropping day and to grab it before you leave

Speaking of which that was a… time

“The Titan is breaking through the walls today!” I'm sorry, I’ll go, that was so bad! Smh

“Calm down? I am calm! Now get your ass in the car!”

He wasn’t calm

All the stress was building and this was the breaking point

Wheeled you into the hospital and almost startled  the nurse at the receptions desk

“My kid is about to come out, can you help?!”

Once in your room just slap him or pull him by the ear to listen when you say to relax a little

After the initial adrenaline rush of getting out and to the hospital he relaxed and held your hand

He’s not the best coach, he got a little lost in the classes, but he loves you and he’ll cheer you on

“You got this, Babe!”

“Break my hand if you have to to get them out!”

Truly is in awe at how strong you are

Looked down when the doctor said you were crowning that may have been a mistake, boy almost passed out

Like don’t get him wrong what you’re doing is amazing but that was some of the craziest shit he’s ever seen happen

You and Eren had a Baby Girl!

“Now I have two girls to look after.”

“Are they always born with this much hair?”

Was too afraid to hold her so he just watched as you did and watched the nurses like a hawk when they were doing there checks on her

His cool exterior melted when he gave her his finger to hold, her little chubby fingers so tiny it seemed fake

“You’re so little. It was you throwin all those heavy kicks in there?”

He felt kinda awkward when it was just him and her after you fell asleep

You really are the person he depends on and will going forward with all this

“Hey, try not to judge me, this is my first time.”

“I may not know what I’m doing all the time but you will always have your kick ass dad to protect you.”

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I did the thing!

Again I had fun writing this, I’m a bit iffy about whether I got he character right or not 😅

If you enjoyed that and want more let me know.

💛 ~

[anar-k3y]

DreamFlower

Pt1 - you are here

Pt2

¿How it all Started?

“We were just getting to that young one, slow down so I can continue the story” the Elder chuckled, taking a deep breath before continuing the story 

"Where the two gods had made their arrangement, sprouted an apple tree, where Yume and Akumu were founded, one side was cheerful, bright, yellow and warm, the other was miserable, dark, purple, these two sides of the tree made it easy for the two to protect and slowly a blossoming town was formed around the tree and our two guardians…" the elder paused, making sure none of the children would interrupt as they continued on

“the tree only blooms once a year, but the twins have two flowers on their faces, one purple the other yellow, we're not fully sure what this means, but those flowers are part of the two, as if it means something to their relationship… the two started as two tiny fireballs that brought warmth or would make you freeze, but one way or another they were adorable~!” 

"The two twins aren't seen as family, despite their history, they are a combination of all good and evil, they're very close to each other, but it's believed they will have to sacrifice everything to continue anything else” the elder then stopped as the story was finished, the group of kids sat in front of them bombarding them with questions

"Why was there a war?!" "why are they here? Will they hurt us?!" "is Akumu bad…?" “Should we kill them both?!”

“calm down kiddos, I can answer your questions next time, your parents are here to pick you up now” The elder smiled and waved as all the kids left with a parent one after another.

-art by me

Chapter 1

The Day the Soil is Corrupted

Yume's POV

“Akumu, I'm gonna go explore for a bit, okay?” I smiled seeing him nod, running off quickly “thank you! I'll get back before sunset!” 

I ran off into the forest before any villagers could see. 'I can't wait to see all the animals! I even brought some bread for the birds!' I giggled as I thought, running off into the field of flowers Akumu and I had found through previous exploration. 

Not even ten minutes into making flower crowns, a few deers had joined me in relaxing in the field 'they seem to like it here too! I oddly actually like the quiet' I kept smiling, putting a flower crown onto a fawn sat next to her. 

“Yumeeee~” a dark voice spoke saying my name.

 

"W-who's there?!" I yelled, scaring off my new deer friends as I turned around to try and find who the voice came from. 

“I need you to walk forward, darling, you'll see me soonnn~” the voice spoke again, without even thinking properly Yume's body walked forward. 

“I d-don't.. I don't know… okay… it's fine…” Yume's let herself follow the voice, her positivity getting replaced by fear, her pace quickened seeing a gray figure behind some trees and bushes “um... Hello..?“ Yume stuttered as she walked closer. 

She felt herself relax seeing it was a statue, they had wings folded behind their back, a tail that was stuck in motion, they were sat with their legs crossed, horns on their head, they seemed to be in a suit with a few tears in it “how have I never seen this before? It looks so old…”

“you should touch it Yume~”  The voice suggested to her. 

Without meaning to Yume found herself moving without meaning too “I don't want too!! I could damage it-!” the more negative she found herself, the faster she moved to it, falling into the statue as she attempted to catch herself on it, the statue shattered and black mist as well as a surge of negative energy surged out of it, swarming around Yume as soon as she could, Yume jumped up and sprinted back to the tree. 

"Awe, I didn't even get to thank my lovely Daughter”

Akumu's POV

⚠️TW, bullying, swearing, mentions of sexual assault and transphobia ⚠️

"I'm gonna Go explore for a bit, okay?” Yume said, I simply nodded, as she ran saying she would be back before sunset or something, I just kept reading my book, She had gotten me a few books from the library the other day, the other two were more… illustrated then this one this one was about history. 

'And as the people tried to steal an-' I got my book snatched from my hands “look guys! The nerds reading a history book!” bunny laughed as she waved the book in the air to her friends “a history book?! She's Fucking nerd!” they laughed, all her friends surrounding me

"You think the she's learnt a thing or two from those books?” they were all talking to each other 'this is my chance…!' I thought to myself, about to run away and escape “where are you going, pretty boy~?” Susan spoke in a flirty tone “let me go! Yume will be back soon…!” I tried to speak "I think she should be taught a lesson~” another spoke up, undoing my shirt as I started to cry… 

After awhile they all left me, getting myself redressed I heard “you know, eating the Apple could make all your pains go away~” a dark voice spoke to me, when I quickly shook my head and looked around “Yume!! Where have you been?! Why do you look so panicked?!” I saw her run to me and hugged each other tightly.

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@vivi-draws-stuff @anonry99anonymous @orange-dreamzer

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: Brandy

*Credit to the gif owner*

Pairing: Dean W. x Fem!Reader

Pov: Deans

Warnings: Drinking, drunk texting, bad dancing, having to rescue Dean, Friends to loversish, Believing in destiny kinda.

Summary: Dean spends the whole night at the bar, tryin' every bottled drink. Ends up drunk texting Y/n and being completely honest with her

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: (Based on the song Wine, Beers, Whiskey by Little Big Town)

Dean Winchester Master List

Main Master List

I sat at the bar of the old bar. It reminded me of Harvelle's. The old smell, the plaid-up men and women that I noticed came walking in through that door.

It was amazing. I was a drinker, always had been. The first drink I had with my dad, I was fifteen. A beer we shared, that should be an amazing moment for father and son, but it was ruined for the simple fact that we had no home, and my father and instructed me to take care of my younger brother.

I grew up, mostly without my father after that. He prioritizes hunting and saving people over me, and over his youngest son. Everything was always secrets. So many secrets, that it's started to become how Sam and I live.

There were certain things that I had learned from my father. How to protect, how to be anger almost all of the time, and how to handle my liquor.

So I sat at the bar, my hand around an iced cold glass of beer. I sipped and watched people. I wasn't in the mood to hook up with any. I mean yeah sure there was probably someone out there that was meant for me, but that's getting into destiny shit.

You know how bars, almost always have music playing. Well being in the good old state of Kansas, so pretty much any place you walk into is playing music more specifically country music.

It started to come through the speakers. I had already been here for what seemed like hours, I had enough beers, that I had switched to drinking something harder.

Something like a whiskey.

"My friend named Jack"

"He's got my back"

"He always seems to know right where I'm at"

Well, this is definitely a song I could get used to listening to. I don't think anybody else was listening. All having their own private conversations. The barmaid was a beautiful young lady, but even still with her crop top of a shirt and the cleavage that was burst out of her shirt.

I wasn't interested in her. Every time she'd come over. "You need anything else sweetheart." Bending halfway down to try and have me look down.

I waved her off. Maybe I should try something else. Waving her back over, I asked "Do you have something stronger?" she looked at me sideways, before saying "If it's something stronger than you want I've got you" and then she walked away.

When she returned with the rest of the bottle of Jose. A half left standing in the clear bottle. "Here's something stronger, forty percent." She said taking my empty beer bottle and empty cup that had been holding the recently downed Jack Daniels.

"My friend Jose"

"He likes to play"

"He's always up for anything I say"

I downed the rest of the bottle, not even needing the new glass she had bought for me to use. Slamming the bottle down on the countertop. She snapped her head around, our eye making contact before she grabbed something off the shelf.

"If that's the type of night you're having you should have said." She said handing me a half empty glass of crown apple. "Thanks, I can handle my liquor so no need to worry about me," I said as she left to take care of other people sitting at the bar.

I sat alone. Like I always have, it was the best way to number one people watch, but it also gave me a reason to think. Nobody trying to pull my belt out of my jean loops. No need to save someone this was my safe haven sometimes.

Alcohol was my safe haven. It's always been that way. It's always been able to understand me ten times more than Sammy. Well I mean there was always Y/n, she lived with us, but she was my friend, my best friends. There is something that she just doesn't need to know.

I took a swig, drinking down most of the bottle.

"Little bit of red, lotta bit of crown"

"Don't matter what it is"

"I'm gonna drink it down, down, down"

Was it just me or was this song getting better by the second. Maybe, It was just me. I looked around me, couples stood dancing to this song, some sat with clasped hands. And the older men sat at the bar, I was an older man sitting at bar watching like a creep.

"The wine, the beer, the whiskey"

"Are the only things that fix me"

"I'm not saying it's a problem"

"I can stop it if I wanna"

"But the wine, the beer, the whiskey"

"They always get me"

Wow, I'm started to get the idea that I can relate to this song. The lyrics are right you know. Liquor is the only thing that can fix me, calms me down and then I sleep it off. It's right the lyrics I can stop if I wanna. But do I really wanna stop?

"Here," The young lady said, handing me a made drink "Here's a gin and tonic." Walking away yet again to take care of other patrons. A gin and tonic, not a drink I was every ballses enough to try.

Taking the little green umbrella out, I took my first sip. "Shit that's actually really good," I said more to myself than anyone else. I looked up from my gin and tonic drink, looking at the glass wall.

It held so many drinks that I hadn't heard of before. Like a new drink called "Screwball", "Kingfisher". Odd brand names but they all looked like awesome drinks. But of course, there was the regular drinks, the brandy, sherry which is a wine, and Jim Beam

"My friend named Gin"

"She's got some friends"

"I'm talking Brandy, Sherry, and their brother Jim"

"Hey, so it sorta looks like we're going along with the song, so I'll grab you a shot of rum, Captain." She said pulling a tiny shot glass out and pulling the bottle off of the shelf.

She slides the small glass across the table, I caught some rum tipping out and falling over my thumb. 'I wonder what Y/n would do if she was here with me? I wonder if I would have her pushed up against the wall, kissing down her neck.'

Shaking my head; stop thinking of her that she... She doesn't think of you in the same way, you are an idiot. Taking my rum-filled shot quickly. I pulled out my phone.

'Don't do what you're about to do'

"I'll be fine," I said to myself. The room was starting to spin. Or maybe I was just spinning. 'Stop thinking about Y/n. She doesn't need to deal with your drunk ass' "Oh come on I'm not that drunk" I was still sitting at the bar, but people were starting to look at me.

>Y/n, you know I've just gotta say. YOu're beautiful.

Dots played at the bottom of my screen.

>Dean that's very nice.

Minutes pass, so I send another message.

>You know I think I'm falling.

Immediate answers came

>Falling?? What do you mean?

>Winchester? Where are you?

She asked, she only ever called me Winchester when she was pissed off, but I was too worried about telling her the truth.

>Y/n, I've spent the past forever fawning over you. I spent it, wanting, yearning for you. I guess after years of wanting you, years after having nobody in my bed. Wishing and hoping that it was you.

>Dean send me your current loca!

>We can talk more tomorrow

I was able to send her my location, she pulled up in a rather crappy car. Walking in distress, her black night shorts, a pair of slippers on, and my red and black plaid shirt on.

She came over, apologizing grabbing my arm, and wrapping it over her head. "Dean, let's go, now," she said dragging me out. "You smell so good Y/n," I said going to pet her hair. She rested me up against the side of the baby.

"Where are your keys, Dean?" She asked her voice starting to become more worrisome. "In my.." I stopped talking and just reached for her hand, shoving it into my jacket pocket. "Right here!" I said I let go of her wrist and she looked up at me.

She got me into the car, somehow. I rested my head against the back of the front seat. "I felt and heard the rumble of baby engine. "Dean, what were you doing?" I looked over at her. "I wanted a drink."

The rest of the drive was quiet, she helped me out of the car after shutting the loud engine off. The sound finally stops bouncing off the cinderblock walls. "Dean. Couch, bed, or table?" She asked.

"Couch, comfier," I said breathing in more of Y/n's scent. I've never been this close to her, for this long. she smelled like a garden of flowers and honey. she smelt of summer. She looked like summer half the time.

"Are you a god?" I blurted out. Her eyebrows creased, licking her lips. "No, Dean I'm not a god," Y/n said reaching around behind the couch and grabbing a blanket but not before untying my boots.

She tossed the blanket over my body and went to walk off. "Y/n?" I asked. "Yes, Dean." She said with a sigh. "Can you get me a water, so I can maybe explain myself?" I asked.

A pleading look on my face, the puppy dog eyes I had learned from Sam. "Fine Winchester, but you've five to explain yourself." She said stomping off into the kitchen, and back with a tall glass of ice water.

She stood next to me. "Can you sit? Please Y/n?" I begged. I sipped on the water, trying to regain any sort of control of myself. She sat crisscrossing her legs. Her exposed legs, my eyes drifted from her legs.

My eyes came back up to hers. "Start explaining Winchester, you've got four minutes." I shook my head, clasping my hands together. I cleared my throat.

"I've sat here for the past few years, wondering why everything seems weird. It's hard. y'know because that song was right in the bar. I don't want to be alone not anymore, I don't wanna watch the couple dances anymore, I wanna be one of the couples, that hold each other hands."

I said, looking at her. She broke our eye contact when she started to fidget with the bottom of my flannel. "You know that's my flannel?" I asked grabbing her hands.

"I want you, I want you in my bed. I want to drink with my girl. I want to love you because Y/n that's really the truth." I said, "I love you Y/n" We sat in silence for a few, "Y/n please say something?" Now I'm begging her, this entire night has been a fucking mess.

"What are you waiting for you dumb Winchester? Come kiss your girl." It only took a few moments for the words to click in my mind. I grabbed the back of her neck and she fell into my lap.

It wasn't like fireworks or lighting coming down. It just fit so well, it was more like finishing a puzzle, puzzle pieces just fitting together so well. A missing part of me found filled and always there for you.

"Dean? Y/n?" I heard Sam said and properly say "Nevermind." And leave. I felt Y/n's lips leave mine. Realizing that I needed air, my lungs burning but in a good way.

"That was something," I said, catching my breath. "That's was awesome!" Y/n said kissing chastely. "Did you hear Sam?" I asked her, she giggled she rolled her. "I bet he's in there going I just knew it," Y/n said. I laughed and hugged.

"My feet hurt, I think I may have blacked out and started dancing by myself," I said, flexing my socked toes. "You dancing!?" Y/n questioned, "Oh we've gotta go back to that bar and get that tape, for FBI reasons." Y/n said.

My mouth gaping open. She laughed more, and she started to have a few tears. "You know Y/n. I'll you back for that, now come on. You'll love the memory foam bed." I said, Whispering closing to Y/n's ear "It remembers you Y/n." My hand landing on her lower as we walked to my room.

Completed on: 05/12/2021

Posted on: 05/14/2021

Dean Winchester Tag List: @akshi8278 @deanswaywardgirl @hit-meup69 @fofisstilinski @doctorlilo @wonderfulworldofwinchester

[toussainttwins]

@fallesto || continued from here "I knew that it wasn't in your heart to slay a unicorn! Ah, I did!" Nistana clapped her hands to her breast, exhilarated, basking in the bits of kindness the flame-haired sorceresses gave her. Knowing her nature for what it truly was, the sharp essence of both her good-will and ruthless deeds. Sabrina was of the wilderness, of the forest...and even the forest of her and Tanna's childhood ate their own sometimes. Still, the petite succubus felt a tang of remorse for her future deceit. Half-deceit.

The joy of Sabrina Glevissig's left a strange aftertaste in her throat. Of flame and fangs. The petite succubus shuddered involuntarily. What if it is has nothing to do with the flame-haired sangbonbon? W if it is how my own heart tastes like now? "I do not know about the sorceress in Vengerberg - apart from a darling, touching and bitter ballad - but I can assure you that the horn from Novigrad shall be in your hands as soon as the nightingales begin to sing. And there will be no displeasing company". Traveling to Novigrad in person was verily out of twins' plans. As the matter stood Nistana was crippled with worry if her sister could make it to Toussaint by the starightest possible route. But the sorceress didn't need to know that, did she?

If it is her desire not to meet Elihal personally, it is a wish we both share. Much as I miss our tailoring nights-in and juicy gossip and pretense... A honest seamstress as she was a honest succubus, the younger twin planned to fill her side of the bargain. Just in her own way. Besides, her customer was clearly aghast of elves - although, why anyone would be displeased with a creature of beauty, without even meeting one - there Nissa was slightly confused. Beautiful things, after all was her bread and butter. "For myself I seek but little. Your happiness gave me a much needed respite, sangbonbon," chirped Nistana, her gaze dancing around the table. "I would beg of you for this book," it was a wild guess, but Nistana pointed at the pretties and the largest item on the table - a treatise on unicorns, containing myths and legends. Judging by the looks it was newly-made and not overtly lavish, thusly she wasn't crossing a line of disrespect or greed. Or so she though. The volume was open at a colorful illustration of a maiden cuddling a unicorn in her lap. Both looked rather joyful. She even caught a bit of poetry beneath! I could read a bits from it to my creamy lambkin, to cheer her on our journey. "And for my friendly-owner in Novigrad, I must ask for some curio, to offer in place of the horn," the petite thief proceeded as nonchalantly as she could. Sabrina's affair with an apple distracted her into a dreamy stare. "I know what he wouldn't be able to resist. Crown-knows-no-shyness is her weakness, the favorite colour. And such a beautiful shine to top the temptation. Therefore," a tiny claw pointed at the rose-coloured stone. "I would request this little gem from Hakland," there, that was what she truly came for.

[hold-me-sickfics]

Tiny Tummy Bug Part 1

Okay y’all, part 1 is up! Special thanks to @ggukie91 for proofreading this :) Also major thank you to @honeyjoonieee @teacupswithteapots @sneezyminniejo @thatoneemokpop-02 @bt20-whump because y’all are all amazing and had awesome ideas💙💙💙

TW: Scat, Emeto, Food, Littlespace (If y’all see any more, please let me know! <3)

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The rain poured outside, making the darkness darker and the sleepy members sleepier. That is, all except Namjoon. He’d woken up with some pretty intense stomach cramps and he was starting to get scared. Normally he’d be able to handle stomach cramps alone, but this particular time was different. Their schedule had been booked to the nines, making Joon incredibly stressed. So, when the pain and the stress combined…

He slipped.

“Daddy?” Namjoon’s voice was small and scared. He poked Jin’s shoulder, waking him up from his sleep. 

“Hm? What’s up bubs?” Jin rubbed his eyes trying to register what planet he was on. 

“Fweel baddie... tink sickie. Do I look like sickie?” Namjoon’s Winnie The Pooh blanket trailed behind him.

At that, Jin woke up a lot quicker. He sat up, immediately pressing a gentle hand to Namjoon’s forehead. Sure enough, he was burning hot. 

“Okay bubbie I think you’ve got a fever. Come in here to the bathroom, I think I left the thermometer in here from back when Kook got the flu.” He took the little’s hand and led him to the bathroom. Joon sat on the lid of the toilet while Jin put a sleeve on the thermometer. He slipped it under the little’s tongue. When it beeped, he took it out and checked it. 

“101.3… bubbie what all feels bad hm?” He sunk down to Joon’s level, meeting his small gaze. 

“Um… tummy fweel baddie an go bwurrrr.” Joon said it in all seriousness. Jin tried his hardest not to giggle. Tiny Joon was always so cute it should be illegal. 

“Ahhh… when did it start going bwurrr?” Jin removed the sleeve from the device, and he put it back in the drawer.

“Nu know… jus wote uppie like dat an tummy go bwurrr an I cold an I in hewe now.” 

“Alright bubbie. Do you feel bad up or down?” He helped Joon up.

“Fweel baddie go down… huwts.” Joon looked at him, his eyes wide and teary. 

“Okay…” Jin yawned, putting the toilet lid up. “Think you need to go potty?”

“Nu know…” he sniffled, attaching himself to Jin.

“Aish bubbie you really are burning up…” Jin winced as he held the little close. He stroked the little’s back softly.

“F-Fweel c-cold. N-nu like.” Namjoon shivered as he started to cry.

“Awwww honey…” Jin kissed the little’s forehead.

“Uh oh…” Joon whimpered and then pulled his pants down as quick as he could before, sitting on the toilet. He doubled over in a cramp. Jin held him, whispering little encouragements and giving Joon small pats and rubs.

“D-Daddy I-I h-hwut…” 

Jin could feel Joon’s bloated stomach cramping under his hand. Namjoon was sweating, his breaths labored. 

“I know bubba.” He rubbed Joon’s back slowly in small circles. Joon sleepily swayed with the motions. That is until his body finally decided to rid itself of everything inside it. Jin felt Joon tense up, and then his face contorted painfully. A second later, he was pushing out everything he had in him. Jin kept rubbing to keep things going, and Namjoon just panted and sobbed. 

“D-dun wan nnnggghhh!” Joon cried as pain shot through him. Mush continued to pour into the bowl.

“Almost done bubbie, you’re almost done. Here, can you hold daddy’s hand hm?” Jin offered his hand, the other holding Joon up. The poor thing was too tired to hold himself up at this point. All of his energy was going towards purging his guts. Namjoon took Jin’s hand, squeezing hard. 

Thankfully, it was over as quick as it had started. Namjoon finished with a few airy farts rattling him as he held onto Jin, crying.

Jin knew that this cry was more fear than pain, which he was glad about. Fear he could help. 

“Good job buddy.” He kissed his forehead. “Daddy’s proud of you. You did good.”

“Nu fweel like goodie…” Namjoon sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. 

“Hm… could some Bubble Guppies and apple juice help with that?” Jin smiled.

“Juice wif bue stwaw?” Joon looked at him questioningly.

“Yes bubby, juice with blue straw.” Jin ruffled his hair and then helped to clean him up. 

Soon enough, he was in Jin’s bed, in a diaper (better safe than sorry), curled up watching Bubble Guppies on Jin’s phone. Jin had gone to the kitchen to get the juice. 

When Jin got to the kitchen, he turned the light on and went to the refrigerator. He grabbed the apple juice and set it on the counter. Then, he heard someone behind him.

“Hyung? Why are you awake?” 

It was Jungkook.

“Joon’s sick.” He yawned. “And little.” He grabbed a cup with a top and poured the juice in before slipping a blue straw in it.

“What’s wrong with him? Does he have a fever?” Jungkook grabbed a banana milk.

“101.3. His stomach is pretty upset but I’ve got him watching Bubble Guppies for now.” Jin considered making himself a cup of coffee. He went to start one, before Jungkook stopped him.

“I’ll make it hyung. You go ahead back there and I’ll bring it back there when it’s done.” Jungkook smiled, patting Jin’s back.

Jin nodded gratefully, and then started back to the bedroom. He nearly dropped the juice in shock when he opened the door. 

“D-daddy I s-sowwy I n-nu mean t-to…” Namjoon was bawling. He was covered in yellowish-green vomit… and were those noodles? Oh goodness… Jin swore noodles off for life.

Before Jin could get over to him, Namjoon burped up another round. Jin rushed to his side with a waste bin but by now, he was done… just exhausted and scared.

“Oh baby…” Jin cooed, wiping as much vomit off of Joon as he could before Joon could get it all over everywhere. He then helped Joon to the bathroom, taking off his clothes and getting him into a warm bath. He used a couple drops of mint essential oil in the water to calm Joon’s stomach.

“W-why I f-fweel baddie? Nu wan fweel baddie…” Namjoon pouted, a small frown on his face as he looked up to Jin with sad eyes.

“I know you don’t bubbie.” He kissed Joon’s crown, then continued to wash him with a soft washcloth. “But we’re gonna get you feeling better bubs. I promise.” 

Namjoon leaned back against the tub wall. He was facing Jin. In about a minute, Joon had fallen asleep, completely relaxed in his daddy’s care.

A minute or two later Jungkook came in with Jin’s coffee.

“How’s he doing?” Jungkook handed Jin the cup. He’d put it in a to-go cup with a lid so Jin would be less likely to spill it if anything got crazy. 

“Not great.” Jin sighed. “He just puked all over himself and the bed… which I mean isn’t a problem but…”

Jungkook stopped him. They both had the same thought.

“It means it’s probably a stomach bug.” Jungkook almost grimaced. When one of them got a bug… the rest of them usually came in right behind.

“Well… I mean as long as nobody eats or drinks after him, we’re probably good right?” Jin asked, wiping Joon’s cheeks and chin. 

“Yeah so as long as we tell them not to-”

Jungkook was interrupted when Taehyung came in slurping leftover noodles…

Namjoon’s leftover noodles.

End of Part 1

[nsheetee]

Requested: 

Yangyang x Reader + Strangers to Friends to Lovers + Fluff

Summary: In which a very unhappy Yangyang is forced to pick up his little sister from daycare everyday, and you’re her daycare teacher

yangyang loves his little sister to bits and pieces

from the moment she was born and given to yangyang to hold in his tiny 11 year old arms

her little tufts of black hair sticking up and big doll eyes looking up at her older brother

he knew: he would probably do anything for this little angel

but now, 8 years later...

8 years of crying, nagging, hair-pulling, tattle tailing, and name calling

he thought he would finally be done

he thought his parents would lay off on all the responsibilities they’ve pushed onto him for the past 8 years due to the little angel that they named “joy”

he thought that once he started college, his parents would see how busy he is and finally relax off of him

but alas, yangyang was rewarded with a car of his own for his 19th birthday only under one condition: 

pick up joy from daycare at 4pm every weekday

so, a mildly irritated yangyang with a new set of wheels and just one more responsibility on his plate set out to his first day of college in his brand new chapter of life

you had a lot less to worry about, at least compared to yangyang

all you had to do was maintain a high GPA to keep your scholarship and a lot of your money problems were solved

but you still needed extra cash for yourself

which is why you got a job at a daycare

you would be in charge of a small group of 8 year old for around an hour every afternoon 

what you did with them for the hour was almost always up to you

so on the first day, your little group of five 8 year olds came into your daycare classroom- the first thing you did was go outside

the kids LOVE you

they boasted about being able to play on the playground when no one else got to- claiming they had “the awesome-est teacher EVER”

and when they got rid of all of their pent up energy from sitting on hard plastic seats at school for several hours, you managed to get them to introduce themselves to you and to one another

soon, the first day of daycare came to a close

parents arrived and greeted you, taking their kids and all their belongings with them as you wave good bye

only one girl from your group was left: joy

she sat under a shady tree, slouching as she picked at the grass next to her legs

“hey, joy. what’s up?” you ask and sit down next to her

“sorry my brother is late.” she looks guilty as she continues to pick at the grass

“it’s okay, joy. I’ll wait with you for however long it takes.” she nods, but you could tell she’s still apologetic.

“do you wanna make a flower crown?” you ask, trying to get the situation off her mind

“I don’t know how” 

“well, I'll teach you”

joy’s furrowed eyebrows slowly melts away as you hunt for flowers and a small smile blooms on her cheeks when she finally finishes her crown, gifting it to you

it was 4:47 when yangyang pulls up to the daycare, new wheels crunching on the gravel road and he pants as he gets out of the car

“yangie!” joy shrieks, running to her brother and encircling her tiny arms around his waist

“joy! I'm so sorry I'm late.” 

“I'm not the one who needs to hear that.” joy speaks matter of factly, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard an 8 year old sound more mature

as joy walks to the car, her older brother turns to you

you slowly take off the flower crown, eyebrows raised while waiting for the boy in front of you to say something

he’s so boyish it makes your heart melt

with curly hair that falls over his eyes and a smile that you know hides a lot of jokes and pranks for the future

you can’t help but feel a bit giddy at the sight of him

“I'm so sorry about this. I swear it won’t happen again.” he looks down apologetically and it reminds you of an older, boy version of joy

maybe it’s because you think he’s cute or maybe because his little sister is really fun

but you wave a dismissive hand

“it’s alright. joy is a pleasure to be around. I didn’t mind.”

he raises his head to see the sincerity in your eyes and relaxes 

“I’m yangyang, joy’s brother.” he finally introduces himself

“I'm y/n, joy’s daycare teacher” you reach forward to shake his hand

“aren’t you too young to be a teacher?” he asks

“I can give CPR and kids don’t hate me, that was enough for them to hire me” you shrug, “I go to the college” you wave your hand in the general direction of your school

“oh,” he looks surprised, “me too. maybe I'll see you around? o-or we can study.” yangyang curses himself at his stutter and feels heat crawl up his cheeks 

why is he blushing over an invitation to study?

maybe because he’s never been this straight forward with anyone else before

“yeah, sure” you don’t look affected and it makes yangyang more nervous

“yangie!” joy shouts from his car, looking annoyed and yangyang sighs

“right, we have to go home. I’ll see you... later.”

and you do see him later

he arrives to pick up joy (on time) every weekday

he would gather up joy’s backpack and jacket while intently looking at you as you explain what joy did at daycare that day

and after your spiel, yangyang would ask you how your day went and how your classes are going

yangyang enjoyed your small daily conversations so much that he started coming 5 minutes early to pick up joy to have some extra time to speak to you

and then he started coming 10 minutes earlier 

and then 15

and then 20

and then you just decided to invite yangyang to join your class

“w-what?” he laughed nervously when you asked

he thought you were just kidding

why would you want him to join your class of 8 year olds?

“well you’re here for almost half of the time anyway. just join us tomorrow!”

yangyang wasn’t going to- he would tell you that he had other plans:

he needed to study, he had to get his car washed, he had to walk his dog

literally ANY excuse he could think of

but he knew he couldn’t lie to that sweet smile you always gave him when you see him

so that’s how yangyang ended up sitting criss-cross apple sauce in the circle of your group of kids at daycare the next day

he had that light dusting of pink on his cheeks as he tried to fit between joy and another boy in the group on the carpeted floor

but when you introduced him and all the little kids said “hi, yangyang” in unison

he felt more comfortable

having yangyang with the group of kids was fun... really fun

one day he showed the kids his mad soccer skills

another day he played the piano to lull them into nap-time

you think he might steal your position of being “the awesom-est teacher EVER”

and of course, joy had to tell her parents one night over dinner about what was happening at daycare

“yangyang is part of my daycare group now” joy said during a lull in conversation 

yangyang kicked her chair under the table and sent her a pointed glare

“yangyang, we asked you to pick up joy from daycare. not join her at daycare” his mother sighs and puts her fork down

“oh no, mom. it’s a lot of fun with yangyang and y/n” joy defends

“y/n...” yangyang’s father ponders, “you know, we should invite them over for dinner.” 

“YEAH!”

“absolutely not”

joy and yangyang glare at each other from across the dinner table at each other’s opposing answers

“kids...” their mother warns and looks back at her husband, “I think that’s a good idea. we hear so much about them, why not invite them over?”

and that’s how you end up ringing the Liu’s doorbell promptly at 6pm the next Friday night

you made a batch of cookies to share (you refuse to show up empty handed, especially since it’s yangyang’s parents that you’re meeting) and you wear your nice clothes that you usually keep stored away in the back of your closet

yangyang opens the door and he immediately becomes 1000x more nervous

that smile hits him again, the kind smile that he doesn’t see you give to anyone else but him

it makes his heartbeat speed up and his cheeks tinge with pink no matter how hard he grips the door frame

“y/n, hi”

“hi,” you both stand in your spots, not moving or speaking... just looking at each other, “can I come in or...?”

“right, right. sorry” yangyang moves awkwardly to let you slide past him through the doorway

the smell of your fabric softener is so familiar that yangyang almost calms down in this situation

he’s been stressed this entire week leading up to this dinner

not only are you about to meet his parents, you’re about to witness what his family is actually like

and yangyang is scared that even if you had a small part of you that liked him

it’ll be non-existent by the end of this dinner

but surprisingly

dinner goes better than he expected

it seemed like you fit in perfectly, a fifth chair pulled up to the table made the atmosphere more cozy and your laughter mixing in with the rest of his family’s was something yangyang didn’t know he needed

he had a moment where he had to sit back and wonder when you got to be such an important part of his life

maybe it’s because joy already likes you so much

and yangyang knows that no matter how many times joy tattle tales, nags, or cries at yangyang

he’ll always be her big brother 

and it seems just a little too perfect for you to be an element that was added into the mixture that is his crazy life

but yangyang, despite his doubts, decides he’ll take this small but perfect thing that life handed to him and run with it

so after dinner, he walks you to your car in the driveway

the sun has just set and the leftover rays cast a purple hue over the sky and over your skin, making Yangyang fall just a little deeper into his feelings

when you say good night, you really hope he stops you 

you really hope he doesn’t let you get into your car

you really hope he doesn’t let you close the door

but he does, and you think you may be receiving mixed signals from him for the past few weeks 

until he knocks on the window of your car

you roll it down, confusion apparent on your face

“yangyang, what’s wrong?”

“uh, n-nothing just... don’t move” he says

he grips the frame of the car with all his might to steady himself, physically and mentally, and leans down through the window 

he places a gentle kiss on your cheek and pulls back to see your reaction

you’re a bit surprised but you quickly bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling too hard

and you signal at him to come back to you

you return a kiss on his rosy cheek, mumbling a shy goodnight before rolling up your window and driving away

he touches the small part of his cheek where your lips just were, smiling dumbly as he walks back into the house

he’ll have to thank joy for bringing you to him later

[solllaris]

if our love is wrong — drake walker.

summary: all she wanted was a stress-free end to her night in the wake of the allegations against her, but instead she gets a stolen kiss that only makes things worse. 

pairing: drake/mc, mentions of liam/mc

warnings: drake being self-deprecating, lots and lots of angst, & a brief mention of sexual harassment

word count: 2888

note: this is literally almost 3k of pure angst w very little fluff and i had the time of my life writing it lmao. enjoy ;)

As soon as Maren stepped out into the cool summer air, she could already feel the tension she carried in her shoulders loosen. She let her bare feet carry her along the manicured pathways of Madeleine’s sprawling estate, uncaring that she still donned the elegant blush colored lace dress from earlier in the evening. Although, as she aimlessly wandered through the back garden, she wished she would’ve changed into something less constricting and had more coverage; she’d only been outside for a minute and already she could feel the chill in the light breeze, goosebumps prickling at her skin.

The nighttime air was a nice reprieve for Maren from her newly found courtly life. It was like being transported back to the balcony of her apartment in New York where she would sit most late nights when the city was at its quietest. It wasn’t as clear and calm as Cordonian nights, but it gave her the same sense of tranquility — a feeling of being completely at home and safe.

Maren found herself approaching a fire pit, the bright orange flames practically calling her name. It wasn’t until her naked feet hit the cool cobblestone pavers that she noticed a brooding hulk of a man already occupying one of the cushioned chairs around the pit.

An instantaneous smile broke out on her pretty face and her heart surged in her chest at the sight of Drake sitting with his legs splayed open wide, an elbow on the chair’s armrest and his fingers sliding along his bottom lip—clearly deep in thought about something. She knew how scandalous it would be if the press caught word of Cordonia’s potential queen sneaking off with the newly crowned king’s best friend; quite frankly, as she plopped down in the seat beside him and caught the way his dark eyes followed her every move, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

For a moment, Maren relished in the heat of his gaze and the way it dipped to her swollen lips from her continuously biting them throughout the evening. He never failed to look at her with an intensity that made her spine tingle and all too soon she had to shift her focus onto the flames in front of them; she was fairly certain her entire body would turn into a liquefied mess if she didn’t.

“Am I interrupting your brooding by the fire?” She finally asked, the teasing lilt to her soft tone complimenting the small wry grin on her lips.

A husky chuckle rumbled through Drake’s chest and the hand at his mouth dropped as he moved to lean forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Me? Brooding?” The faux incredulity in his deep voice had him instantly drawing giggles from the woman beside him. The melodic sound made his heart twinge and he tamped down a ridiculous grin, instead settling for the faintest smile. “When am I ever brooding, Parker?”

Maren was pretty sure her eyebrows rose all the way up to her hairline. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

Drake simply reached to retrieve the glass of whiskey on the ground beside his chair to mask his budding amusement. Instead of responding, he raised the glass in her direction as a way of saying ‘touche’ and took a long sip.

The dark-haired girl couldn’t help but let her eyes feast on the exposed skin of his neck as he tipped his head back, utterly entranced by the bobbing of his Adam's apple when he swallowed the smooth alcohol. She was reminded of the way the rough stubble covering his throat felt when she’d nudge under his jaw, her lips dancing over every inch she could in spite of the scraping beginnings of a beard against her skin. God, she really wanted to feel that painfully pleasant drag of stubble on her upper lip again as she kissed him breathless.

“Parker.”

His low, gentle call of her name brought Maren back down to Earth and she blinked to focus her eyes on his. One look at the expression on Drake’s face was enough for her to know he knew exactly what she was thinking.

He dropped his gaze to the nearly empty glass of whiskey in his grasp. He had to pretend to be fascinated by the amber liquid gliding along the solid cubes of ice to distract himself from how badly he wanted to tangle his fingers in her hair and drag his lips down the column of her throat. His grip tightened dangerously around the beverage at the mere thought, knuckles turning white with the force of it. “Lookin’ at me like that could get you into trouble, Parker.”

Before she could stop it, a shiver ripped through her body at the gruff warning in his voice. The domineering growl to the way he spoke had Maren biting back a gasp and swallowing the inexplicable desire to crawl onto his lap, perching herself astride his thick thighs for anyone to see.

A sudden feeling of defeat and exhaustion settled in her bones. She was tired of stealing moments together when no one was around. She was tired of glancing across a crowded ballroom to drink him in, only to find he had hungrily been doing the same. She was tired of sneaking kisses and subtle brushes of fingers in passing. She wanted all of Drake Walker—not bits and pieces that she could only have behind closed doors and her shoulders caved inwards with the weight of forbidden love.

Months of observing Maren Parker had given Drake an affinity for being able to read her like an open book. He immediately picked up on her shift in demeanor, the traces of desire fading from her face and her posture slouched forward. The charged atmosphere between them fizzled into one of melancholy and he had the smallest inkling of a feeling that he knew what was on her mind.

“Hey,” Drake murmured softly, setting his whiskey aside to reach over and pull her chair closer to him. “Careful. Think any harder and you’ll hurt yourself.”

She tried to smile at his attempt to get back to the usual back-and-forth teasing that had become the norm for them, but she just couldn’t. Instead she felt the familiar burn of tears and the bright orange flames in front of her blurred beyond recognition. Once the first one fell, others followed until she was full-on crying from the deep seated unhappiness she’d been feeling since that night in the Beaumont study; it was the night they’d kissed for the very first time, but also the night he’d begun splintering her heart.

“There is no ‘us.’”

The sound of him saying those four words to her was startlingly vivid—like he was screaming them in her ear over the crackling fire. She recalled how badly her chest ached as soon as his deep baritone finished uttering the last syllable. Weeks later, as she now sat outside Madeleine’s estate, it hurt just as badly as it had then.

Swiping at her damp cheeks, Maren became hyper aware of Drake’s knee pressed against hers and she hated herself for the burst of anger she felt towards him. “All of this is complete bullshit and I’m just so tired.” Her voice was weak and watery with unshed tears and her hands shook with the force of her bitterness. “I don’t want to only be with you when no one’s watching. I want to kiss you whenever I want and be seen on your arm when we’re in public and I want the whole damn world to know that I’m fucking falling in love with Drake Walker and I-”

That familiar scratch of stubble on Maren’s upper lip was back as Drake tugged her forward by the back of her head and his lips slotted forcefully between hers. She felt his digits tangling in her loose brunette curls, grasping tightly as his hot tongue slipped into her mouth. It smoothed over her own until all she could taste was the rich, smokey tones from the whiskey he drank and it was intoxicating. So intoxicating, in fact, that she dug her fingers into the rough denim of his shirt and pulled him impossibly closer.

A faint smack registered into the quiet nighttime air in Fydelia when they briefly separated, their puffs of breath tickling the other’s skin fleetingly before their lips came back together. He felt like a man addicted to the most dangerous drug as he tilted his head to taste her deeper, like he couldn’t get enough no matter what. Her tiny whimper into his mouth at his nipping teeth and ravaging tongue drew a groan from somewhere deep in his chest; he wanted to keep kissing her, coaxing more of those little noises from her and he would have...

But then it dawned on him exactly where they were and anyone could see them in their heated embrace and Drake physically tore himself away from her.

“Shit, I’m…” He trailed off with a deep sigh, dragging his palms over his face harshly. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

Maren’s heart tugged painfully—a sensation she was beginning to get used to. The lump forming in her throat was too prominent for her to get even one word out, so she lapsed into silence and felt the beating organ in her chest splinter a little bit more.

The bright red-orange embers that flitted into the blackened, blue toned sky blurred with the pearl shaped tears pooling at her lashes for the second time that night. The throbbing behind her sternum where her heart resided was on the brink of unbearable and when Drake glanced over at her boneless body, slumped in defeat, the ache worsened. She heard his low, throaty curse and saw as he reached out for her from the corner of her eye but she shot out of her chair before he could.

“Don’t touch me,” Maren said weakly, each word shaky and thick with emotion.

Drake’s dark brows pinched together, her demand acting as an agonizing punch to his gut. He hated the way those three words sounded coming from the woman he had no doubt fallen in love with. He hated that he’d been the one making her say them. As he stared at her from across the fire, he despised himself the most.

“Parker,” He breathed and reached out to her. “Baby, please c’mere.”

She pressed the tips of her fingers to the damp tracks of tears on her cheeks, carefully wiping them away and vehemently shook her head. “I, um—” She paused to swallow the gigantic growing lump in her throat. “I think coming out here was a mistake. I guess you were right about there being no ‘us.’”

Just before  she turned sharply on her heel, she caught the pained look in his deep brown eyes that turned a molten, melted chocolate color in the light of the fire. The entire trek to her quarters her thoughts were filled with melted chocolate and the smokey taste of whiskey.

He didn’t follow her.

Sinking further into the luxuriously silky bed sheets, Maren wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. More than anything she wanted Drake to just completely surrender to his feelings and let himself fall with no restraints. She was tired of him fighting it, tired of the dance they were doing around each other when all she wanted to do was fall without abandon. But she couldn’t because the man she was falling for wasn’t the one she was supposed to be with.

It should’ve been Liam; he was the epitome of a loving-kindness that took Maren’s breath sometimes. He was a gentleman, always considerate of her feelings with each and every word thought out with care before he spoke. He was gentle, touching her with an impeccable care that said more than any conjurable words could ever convey. He was quite literally the perfect man and she should’ve been head over heels for him.

But she wasn’t. It was never Liam—even from that moment at her work all those months ago when she’d waited on their table at his bachelor party.

It wasn’t Liam. It was his surly best friend that had a knack for sarcasm, snarky remarks, and all things denim. It was always Drake. It always would be Drake.

Maren didn’t realize she was crying for the third time until her shoulders shook and the taste of salt permeated her tongue. They dripped down the tip of her nose when she turned her face further into the satin pillowcase and onto her over-sized sleep shirt, leaving behind a dark patch on the material. The volume of her cries almost masked the soft knocking on the other side of her door and she immediately muffled them with her pillow; that is until her ears were met with a low, husky voice that she was all too familiar with.

Drake had his forehead rested on the wooden door, his heart thrumming painfully at the sound of his girl crying. “Baby,” He said, only just loud enough for Maren to hear him through the wood, and sighed heavily. He let his forehead smack against the door once in self-hatred. “I’m sorry, okay? Please open the door.”

Sheets rustling came from her side and he rose up slightly, one of his forearms coming up to rest on the door frame in anticipation. Instead of the door opening, he heard her voice ring out clearly from inside the bedroom.

“Why?” She sounded so small and defeated and Drake hated it. “So you can kiss me again and tell me what a huge mistake it was?”

With a quick check to make sure the corridors were clear and that he was truly alone, he murmured, “Kissing you has never been a mistake to me, Parker.”

He barely caught her nearly inaudible scoff. “You sure haven’t acted like it.”

Growing increasingly frustrated, a low growl bubbled up from the back of his throat and he wiggled the doorknob irritatedly. “Open the damn door, Parker.”

As upset and angry as she was, Maren couldn’t deny the overwhelming part of her that just wanted to fall into his arms and slip back into their typical ways; she hated that their ‘typical’ was sneaking out of balls together or stolen moments at the end of a long day at court, but it was all they had for now. She had to accept that the time simply wasn’t right for them to come out as a couple yet — especially in the wake of the allegations against her.

So she swallowed her pride and opened the door.

An unmistakable sense of vulnerability bloomed in her chest as he drank in her pink cheeks, tear-soaked lashes, and baggy t-shirt that had a hole in the material at the neckline. It was a state he’d seen her in only once — the night at Applewood Manor when Tariq had put his hands on her in what was supposed to be the privacy of her own room. The rush of déjà vu that washed over Drake rekindled the way his gut had twisted painfully from seeing her so...fragile and dejected—exactly the way she looked as he gazed down at her now in her ratty t-shirt.

Maren ducked her head and turned her back on him, unable to face him while he studied her with such intensity and tenderness. She heard his heavy footfalls entering the room and the subtle click of the door latching shut behind him; she almost smiled at how fitting it was that he always walked so loudly, even though it was the most inappropriate time to be amused. With his towering height and broad frame, it only made sense and she found that endearing.

Goosebumps prickled at her skin as she felt him draw closer to her and then came a barely there brush of his knuckles from the hem of her shirt’s sleeve, down to her elbow and back up. Warm breath tickled at the slope of her neck when he dipped his head down lower; his lips grazed the shell of her ear and she felt every limb in her body grow taut, anticipating his next move or words.

“You’ve never been a mistake to me, Parker.” Drake’s lips skimmed the curve of her neck, down to where her neck bled into her shoulder and she shivered as he spoke against the skin there. “You never will be a mistake to me.”

A swell of emotion sprouted inside Maren and the force of it rendered her speechless. In lieu of words, she slowly turned back towards him and she really, truly could’ve cried a fourth time at the adoration in his eyes but she decided to kiss him instead.

So pushing herself up onto the tips of her toes and with a hand curled around the back of his head, she pulled him down to meet her halfway in a searing kiss. It might’ve been wrong to everyone in the royal court, but to her nothing in the world felt more right than his fingers cradling her jaw and the sweet scrape of his stubble on her chin.

If it was so wrong then Maren Parker never wanted to be right.

[elderling-magic]

Character Descriptions: Liveship Traders Trilogy

Once again, I might have missed some descriptions and any addition will be welcome. I might have especially missed descriptions on “Ship of Destiny” since I listened to the audiobook for that one.

Kennit: Tall, muscled porportionately, wide shoulders, long-fingered hands, tanned, high brow, firm jaw, straight nose, finely-drawn lips, beard fashionably pointed and ends of his moustache waxed and curled, has black ringlets of hair and pale blue eyes. He has a double thong of black leather with a small wooden face like his pierced at the brow and lower jaw  against his wrist, initially painted black. 

Kennit tattoos an Other on the nape of his neck in “Ship of Magic” (Kennit does tattoos and burns them after). He had a sevent pointed star tattoo on his hip that was seared after.

At the start of the trilogy on Others’ Island:  He wears boots, linen trousers, a brocated waistcoat, an indigo jacket with pockets, a white silk shirt with lacy cuffs, has a ring on his finger and wears a hat.

When Etta met him the first time: Wore a dark green broadcloth jacket with ivory buttons and a spill of white lace down his chest and at his cuffs. 

Mad Ship page 611: Wears a hat with black plumes and a jacket with silver buttons on the cuff.

Usually wears lace in cuffs and collar, high black boots, blue breeches, waistcoat and jacket. Has a crutch and peg after losing his leg.

Etta: She is straight (no roundness or softness) and very thin, near as tall as Kennit, long-limbed, has dark eyes, narrow hands, long flat flanks, slight roundness of belly, modest breasts, black hair cut off short ot reaching her shoulders (cut of square like a boy’s) and the planes of her face are long and flat. She has a tiny white skull, small as an apple pip, atached to a fine silver wire that pierced her navel. Kennit offers her a earring with a ruby.

First outfit on the ship: She wears lavender perfume, an emerald silk loose-sleeved blouse tucked into brocaded trousers, a cloth-of-gold sash around her waist, a tiny ruby earring and a lush fur-lined cloak. 

2nd outfit on the ship: Azure cotton shirt, dark woollen trousers and a short matching woollen jacket, black knee-boots, gaudy scarf confining her hair leaving only the tips free to brush across her cheeks.

3rd outfit (seen by Wintrow): Silk blouse, brocaded vest and trousers. 

4th outfit: Red lips, scarlet blouse, black silk skirts that shifted with her hips.

Wore gold fabric in “Ship of Destiny” (chapter 18). End of SOD: Simple black dress and the only jewelry was the miniature of Kennit strapped to her wrist and earrings he had given her, sleek black hair pinned up with jewel pins.

Wintrow Vestrit: 13 years old at the start of the book and turns 14 during the trilogy. Thin, shorter than Malta, has big dark brown eyes, fine black hair, long dark lashes, warm colored skin, cheeks and jaw lost most of a child’s roundness, white teeth. Gets a tattoo with the Satrap’s sigil beside his nose and next to that a larger tattoo of Vivacia in his face. Only 4 fingers in the right hand, index (forefinger) finger missing.

Wears a novice brown robe and no shoes. Wears shirt and trousers on the ship. Wears his black hair in a plait queue. Has two suits of canvas shirts and trousers for crew work. Sailor on shore clothes: Loudly-striped woven shirt and coarse black trousers that did not fit him well, shirt hung long and full on him. Wears loose white shirt a bit large for him tucked into dark blue trousers. Chapter 18 in SOD: Wide-sleeved shirt of dark blue silk embroidered with ravens. End of SOD: wore black to match Etta.

Althea Vestrit: 19 years old. Small like her mother, thin, has a long waist, round hips, small breasts, black wiry hair, black eyes, is tanned. 

When a child: Hair cut to no more than a brush, was barefoot and bare-armed, hair queued down her back, wore trousers and a jacket. 

When she arrives in Bingtown: Petticoat , overskirts, blouse, vest, lacy shawl, lace snood to confine her hair, straw hat addorned with feathers, dove-grey and pale blue trim. 

To see Ronica at night: Wears a striped shirt and black trousers of a sailor on shore, long dark queue of hair down her back. 

When she runs away:  Simple dark dress, modest jacket and laced sandals. Wears 2 simple silver hoop earrings and a wooden egg bead of warm brown with the grain around it rather than from end to end that Amber gave her. 

On the Reaper: Wears an oilskin, pigtail, shirt and trousers. She has a wooden egg in a single strand of leather about her neck. Flat cap pulled low on her brow and boy’s clothes.  Wears felted stockings and heavy boots and a knitted cap on the Reaper.

Split in her scalp as long as Brashen’s little finger and gape open from the pull of her queue on SOM.

Council meeting: Magenta robe, hair pinned up, touch of colour to her lips, garnet earrings swinging from her ears given by Grag.

Work on Paragon: Hair sweated to her skull, loose white trousers and roomy tunic of the same fabric. Wears ship’s tag from Ophelia at her belt.

When Paragon sails: white blouse, split skirt with matching vest, shoes. Althea is wearing the same outfit to meet Vivacia again in SOD, with plaited and pinned hair.

Brashen gives Althea a brightly colored scarf that she binds her hair with, hoop earrings embelished with jade and garnet beads and a necklace in Davytown (SOD).

Ronica Vestrit: Small and dark woman with silver in her hair and high cheekbones. Usually wears her hair pinned up in a similar way as Keffria’s and wears a loose household robe. For reyn’s visit she had a dress of pale green linen with skirts sashes about her waist and over-blouse laced up from behind, pearl necklace and earrings. When althea comes back home: wearing a simple day-gown of creamy linen, hair coiled and perfumed, silver chain in her throat. Has a parasol on the day Paragon set sail.

Keffria Vestrit: Olive skin, dark long hair. Wears a simple blue woolen robe and usually uses long pins to fix her hair. For Reyn’s visit Malta plaited her hair into coils. Has a parasol on the day Paragon set sail.

Malta Vestrit: 12 years old at the start of the book and turns 13 during the trilogy. Warm-toned skin, long straight shiny black hair, taller than Wintrow, developed early. Has one greyish blue fingertip mark on the back of her neck after meeting Amber on Paragon. She gains a scarlet crown that extends back into her hairline one full finger lenght, has scales on brows, lips and arms on SOD.

Harvest ball: The outer edges of her ears and ear-lobes are traced the same color of her eyelids, wears a necklace and a dress of pale green silk with lace that frothed in her bosom and accessible panels of the skirts.

Cerwin and Dello’s visit: Simple woollen shift, embroidered at the throat and hem, sashed tight to show her waist, painted lips, brushed hair. 

Council meeting: Hair swept from her face, braided and secured to the crown of her head, artless tendrils danced on her forehead and brushed the top of her cheeks, tiny roses deep red. Very simple trader’s robe deep magenta (Vestrit color), round neckline, ankle-lenght, belted at the waist like a monk’s robe by a black leather wide belt with stylized initial that formed the buckle.

Reyn’s visit: Hair in gleaming coils, white dress with red flower pinned to the shoulder, another flower fastened into her upswept hair. 

Meet cerwin in the night and 2nd dream box: White nightdress. 

Reunion with Amber: Wrapper of thick blue wool over her white nightgown.

Summer ball: Stockings, bright panels of fabric set into the lavish sleeves of her dress had once been skirts of another dress, lace at her cuffs.

Rescuing Cosgo and Kekki: robe on rags, only one shoe on. Later she cuts the hems of the robe and fashions them into a head wrap to cover her head on the Chalcedean ship.

SOD ball: Slippers, white laced gloves that came to her elbows and cleverly fashioned to show glints of her scaling through the lace. Gown was a confection of white with hidden panels of scarlet fabric that would flash when Reyn whirled her.

Selden Vestrit: 7 years old at the start of the book. He has silver scales across his cheeks near the middle of SOD and a blue shimmer to his lips. Day Paragon sails: Wears blue trousers and a white shirt. 

Brashen Trell: 24 years old. Brown eyes, heavy brows, bristle beard, long moustache to hide corners of the mouth, muscled and shorter than Kyle, has a thick patch of curly hair in the centre of his chest and black stubble elsewhere on his chest and belly. 1st Outfit: He wears battered shoes and the edges of his rough cotton trousers are tattering. 2nd Outfit: Striped shirt, stockings, woolen trousers. 3rd Outfit: Yellow silk shirt, scarf at his throat, dark blue trousers, short jacket with some mending, hat (visit to the Vestrits). Day Paragon sails: White shirt and dark blue trousers and jacket. He has gaps in his brows in SOD after the serpent’s attack.

Amber: Gold skin, hair and eyes (tawny), bones of her cheeks and line of her nose too sharp to be feminine, flat chested and narrow hipped. Wears 4 swaying mismatched earrings:  twisted wooden serpent in the left ear and a shining dragon in her right (each as long as a man’s thumb), freedom earring of silver net with a blue gem. (Later is dragon earring on the left ear and serpent swinging on the right...) She changes her skin during SOD and has skin and hair a bit darker.

When Althea first sees her: Wearing a long brown gown that hungs simply from her shoulders and has bare feet. When Althea encounters her again: Dressed in a long simple robe the color of a ripe acorn and has her hair down her back in a single shining plait. The fabric of her robe fells in pleats from her shoulders to the hem, concealing every line of her body. Her hands are gloved and she wears a necklace of simple wooden beds in every tone of brown that wood can be..

Slave Outfit: Smudge-faced, tattoo across one wind-reddened cheek, crusty sore encompassed half her upper lip and left nostril. Dirty hair pulling free from a scruffy braid, shirt of rough cotton, bare feet peeped out from her patched skirts, dirty bandage bound one of her ankles, rough canvas work gloves replaced the lacy ones Amber habitually wore, dirty canvas tote concealed inside a marked basket. Ragged scarf tied about her head and over her ears. She tucked her earrings up, out of sight.

Traders’ meeting: Wearing a simple golden-brown robe almost the same shade as the many plaited hair that hung over her shoulders.

On Paragon before sailing: Loose pantaloons, blouse and a vest, freed hair floated in the wind. Day Paragon sails: Togs of an ordinary sailor but buttons on trousers and shirt were carved beads, snuggly laced vest with fanciful butterflies embroidered in it, pale honey-.wood skin and hair, eyes almost the same shade, long hair back, braided and pinned to her head, mismatched earrings. 

After serpent’s attack in SOD: Tawny hair hang from a peeling red scalp, the left side of her face and neck was scarlet, she walked with a limp and her hold her left arm close to her body.

Reyn Khuprus: Close to 20 years old at the start and turns 20 during the trilogy. Bronze skin, thick black curly hair, copper eyes with blue shine, blue highlight scales, scaled brow and scales around mouth and eyes. 

First appearance: Blue gown with a jewel fastened at the throat (on the scarf - wears it life a muffler), heavily cloaked, face veiled, gloved hands, two small blue flame-jewels on his cuff. Veil that covered his face was split. 

Visit to Malta: Dressed all in blue, discarded cloak of dark blue on a chair, traditional rain wild garb of loose trousers and long-sleeved shirt. Lean waist sashed with a wide silk belt of a darker hue than his other clothes, black boots peeped out from the loose cuffs of his trousers, fine black gloves studded with azure flame-gems, plain hoodmade of the same silk as the sash, face veil with black lace.

Summer ball: Veil of black lace, hood that covered his hair and back of his neck secured with an elaborated folded cravat of white silk, soft white shirt and black trousers, slim waist and narrow hips, wide shoulders, light dancing boots were filigreed with silver and gilt to match his veil.

End of SOD: Close-fitted indigo jacket, white cuffs, collar and trousers, black knee boots and small gold hoops in his ears.

Jani Khuprus: Smooth-faced for a rain wild trader, markings are subtle, pebbly outline traced the edge of her lips and eyelids. the white of her eyes and hair teeth and nails flow bluish. First appearance: Heavy outer cloak and hood. Scarlet flame jewels, lighter mantle of ivory also hooded and the lace veil was part of it. 15 flame jewels the size of shelled almonds. First Vestrit Visit: Scattering of flame jewels red on her face-veil. Reyn’s presentation to Malta: Face veil white lace shimmering with pearls, loose hood that covere her head decorated with braided and coiled silken tassels in many shades of blue. she wore an extravagantly beribboned blouse and loose pantaloons that were gathered at her ankles with yet more ribbons. Fanciful embroidery almost obscured the white linen that backed it.  

Serilla: She is a head taller than Cosgo, has green eyes, brown hair, wears the ring of the companions of the heart and sandals. She was 19 when she met Cosgo. After cosgo calls her back (page 538 on "Mad Ship”): Loose pair of white pantaloons and red silk shirt, trousers belted with a finely woven black scarf, embroidered vest covered her breasts, hair braided back from her face, earrings and a throatpiece, fingers decked with rings, heavy chain of gold about her ankle. Summer ball: wears a cream gown. Council in SOD: long soft white robe decorated with crossing ropes of cloth of gold, long sleeves and cloak.

Satrap Cosgo: Taller than Malta, lean, no muscle, white skin, dark hair and eyes and has a tiny thin mustache. He was 15 when he met Serilla. Summer ball: Clothing soft and flowing in pastel hues, pale blue trousers cuffed tight to his ankles above his low soft shoes, loose folds of his saffron shirt shawled about his throat and shoulders. SOD: heavy scarlet cloak (too big for him) trimmed with jet beads and with a hood lined with fur given on Vivacia and used when he is taken by the Jamaillian ship.

Kekki: She has dark hair. Summer ball: Wears a gown of feathers and lace.

Jek: Long blonde hair caught in a tail, white teeth, long-boned and well muscled. On first appearance she wears a leather doublet, boots and a light cloak. On Paragon she wears sailor’s trousers that reach no farther than her knee, she did not bind her breasts and her hair was in a long braid.

Grag Tenira: Blue eyes, bronze skin, handsome, has work-scarred fingers and well muscled legs. In Bingtown: Dark coat and trousers and a white shirt. Traders’ Council: Dark blue traders robe seafarer style that show his legs and sandalled feet. Hiding: Dark shirt open at the throat and loose white trousers, golden earring.

Kyle Haven: Big man with broad hands, blue eyes and unruly blond hair. Wears tight-fitting breeches of blue and a blue jacket over a shirt of soft cream. Hair plaited with oil (first talk with Wintrown on the ship when tries to give him a earring). (Sailors wear something that marks them as a crew from Vivacia. An earring, a scarf, a pin or a tattoo. Kyle offers Wintrow a small gold earring with Vivacia’s figurehead - that he refuses.)

Ephron Vestrit: Black eyes, smooth black queue hair, beard.

Cerwin Trell: Slender, milky-skinned and has black hair. Harvest ball: blue trousers and coat, black boots, single gold earring in one ear, hair curled into long locks. 

Delo Trell: She has brown eyes. Harvest ball: Wears a deep blue dress, hair plaited into a crown decked with fresh flowers, flounce of lace on her short skirts that went almost to mid calf and matching lace trimmed the high collar and cuffs. No jewellery. Summer ball: She wears blue stones at her throat and wrists and on the fine silver chains that secured her unswept hair, eyes and mouth are painted and has a fan.

Sorcor: Large well-muscled man with thick chest and a beard, tanned, has dark eyes and a scarred cheek where once was a slave tattoo. Oils his hair sleeked back from his bow for formal look. Wears a shirt of red and white striped silk and mermaid earrings with tiny pearls in her navels and green eyes. Dresses in a wide array of fine clothes in colors that bedazzled the eye. Silk scarf on his waist, jewelled dagger stuck in it, yellow silk shirt. Has a vest with gilt buttons, unruly hair caught back in a queue and further confined in a bright gold kerchief. In Chapter 18 of SOD: Emeralds in his ears and broad belt of leather worked with silver held two matching swords.

Davad Restart: Immaculately groomed, leggings bagged slightly at the knees, embroidered doublet laced too tight, modest belly looked like a bulging pot, dark ringlets on oiled hair but almost no curl so it fell in greasy locks. Small hands.

Caolwn Festrew: Leather gloves, cowl hiding face and hair, sagging growths on her face bobbed with movement of head, violet/lavender eyes, scaly growths that threatened her eyesight, lumpy flesh visible at the parting of her thick bronze hair, lumps and wattles of flesh depended from her fingers and knobbed the back of it were rubbery. Veil of lace in the hood tro cover the face.

Sparse Kelter: Wide man, red beard and red hair down his arms but not much on the crown of his head, has a chest as big as a barrel.

Ekke: Tall woman with freckles, big boned and has a red tint in her sandy tousled hair.

Cleff: About 11 years old, blue eyes, light hair and has a spidery tattoo by the side of his nose. He wears a ragged tunic scarcely longer than a shirt while working for Davad.

Dedge: Sea-grey eyes, hair no more than a fringe above his ears, muscled, tattoos on his face, sash of silk about his waist.

Gankis: An old sailor shorter than Kennit, has brown eyes, wears low shoes and a worn coat with big pockets.

Torg: Brawny man, not tall, has short blond hair, pale grey eyes and white eyebrows, skin underneath his round chin began to sag into a pouch. Wears a kerchief around his neck anciengly soiled, the collar of his blue and white striped shirt shows an interior band of brown.

Sa’Adar: Big priest, mark of shackles on wrists and ankles. unkempt hair spills onto his forehead, clothes have not been washed in days, dark eyes.

Mild: Around Wintrow’s age and a full head taller than him, hard-muscled, grey eyes and the hair on his cheeks is starting to dark into proper whiskers.

Comfrey: Has an elaborated tattoo on his arm and is missing a tooth. Wears a ragged red cap adorned with cheap brass charms.

Gantry: Tanned.

Ankle: Dark eyes (slave girl that crippled herself and limps).

Kennit’s mom: Thick woman with grey hair pinned up, blue eyes, barefoot, dressed in cotton tunic and trousers and has her tongue cut out.

Berandol: Young priest with more than 20 years old.

Bettel: Black locks into ringlets, wears layers of powder, wears lots of jewels, breasts showing volume on dress.

Avoretta: Small pale woman with an heart-shaped face and large blue eyes. Has painted pink chees, a plump little mouth painted red, short golden hair in tight curls all over her head. Dressed in pale blue with nipples visible beneath the pale gauze of her dress, wears gilted jewellery. 

Faldin: Wears brilliant colors and extravagant embroidery. Expanse of fabric round his girth. Earrings were an elaborate twining of gold and silver. Wears a vest.

Daughters: Pale skin and honey hair (typical in Durja), almond-shaped hazel eyes, plump with bare arms round and white. One no more than 15 and the other at most 17. Alyssum and Lily.

Road Caern: Young trader, tall, lean, has dark eyes and black hair (usually in a tail), a sharp nose and narrow lips. Harvest ball: Hair flowed down his back in a black stream and his shoulders strained the seams of his tailored coat.

Krion Trentor: Harvest ball: Dressed in grey with a golden scarf at his throat. White gloves. Always wears gloves to cover the scars where he stumbled into a fire as a child. Aurburn hair, freckles, green eyes.

Fayla Cart - Old woman with a hair growing out of a warty looking mole on her chin. (first dress maker recommended by Delo to Malta)

Territel: Wears her skirts as if they were silk scarves, clinging and revealing her legs.  (seamstress Malta chooses)

Devon: Gray eyes and handsome. (Althea’s first crush and a jerk)

Dujia: Heavy boned woman with tattoos across her cheek and down to her neck. Ragged trousers and patched tunic, bare feet dirty, bandage upon her upper arm (lider of the tattooed).

Guards in Cress: Kentel - Bearded veteran with a white stripe tracing an old scar through his dark hair and down his cheek; Flav - Younger and brawny. Both tall.

Clava: Slave Wintrow meets in Jamaillia. Blue eyes, yellow hair choped into a short brush, wide shoulders, very pale, wore shift patched and stained, shirt over her shoulders, face overwritten with tattoos.

Pag’s daughter: blue eyes (woman serving drinks in Nook - Crimpers scene).

Captain Finney: Brawny, whiskery-faced man, bright eyes, red-veined nose.

Brig: No more than 25 yo. Chestnut hair confined by a yellow kerchief marked with the raven insignia, grey eyes, old slave tattoo on his face over-needled with a dark blue raven that almost obscured it.

Lop: Skinny man of middle years on board of Paragon.

Haf: Larger than Althea, well muscled, youngster on board of Paragon.

Other in SOM: Nearly as tall as Kennit, webbed fingers and toes, flexible limbs, flat fish eyes, cartilaginous sockets, supple scaled skin, blunt bald head misshapen (not human or fish), hinge of jaw under his ear holes, large mouth that could engulf a man’s head, thin lips that cannot conceal rows of tiny sharp teeth, shoulders slumped forward, greyish tongue, neckless body. Wears a garment like a cloak of pale azure that moved like the fluidity of water.

Other in SOD: heavy slug like body, flexible limbs on upper body, long fingered hands, webbed fingers, grey-green body, yellow cloak, flat eyes.

LIVESHIPS:

Paragon: Warrior with a beard, hairy chest and muscled arms usually crossed on his muscled chest. He has hatchet bites between brow and nose and a peculiar star with 7 points livid as a burn scar on his chest. The chopped part is grey despite the figurehead being painted. Amber gives him a necklace with five wooden beds on a cord: a dolphin made of willow knee, a gull, a oak seastar, a crab of pine knot and a fish of halibut. 

In “Ship of Destiny” Amber gives him Fitz’s face with the broken nose and gives him a freedom earring like hers, a wooden bracelet and a axe. He has blue eyes. Amber carves charging bucks on his axe handle and battle harness at the end of SOD.

Vivacia: Silver wood, black hair, sanded flesh flushed pink, green eyes, ample bared breasts, perfect teeth, red lips, golden maple wood figurehead. Kennit gives her a long red piece of fabric that she ties to her head like a pirate scarf.

Slaves bought by Kyle and on board the Vivacia had a clenched fist tattoo.

Bolt: She has golden eyes like a whirpool with black at the center, jet black hair shot with silver greens like a nest of serpents, lips are redder than Vivacia’s and her teeth are too white and smaller than before.

Ophelia: A cog ship. Like many figureheads of her day, she is arrayed upon the beakhead of the ship rather than positioned on the stern below the bowsprit. She has lips painted scarlet, very white teeth, long loose curls, patrician hands and eyelashes. She got blackened/scorched hands after meeting the chalcedean ship. Amber fixed her hands after.

Kendry: Handsome young man figurehead with blue eyes.

SERPENTS:

Maulkin: Male serpent with copper eyes and golden false eyes in his body.

Shreever: Scarlet female serpent.

Sessurea: Male blue serpent with orange mane and great green eyes.

Tellur: Male green serpent (dead).

Kelaro: Male blue serpent with silver eyes.

Sylic: Male scarlet serpent, has a scar (dead).

She Who Remembers: head the size of a pony, pale yellow-green body, plump and soft, thick layers of callus where she rubbed against the rocky walls of her prison, has golden eyes and a faint pattern on the body in colors that remind of the eyes in a peacock’s tail. When freed her body is green-gold (dead).

Carrion: White male serpent with red eyes (dead).

Tintaglia (dragon): Silver blue, bigger than a ship, sharp silver claws, silver/copper eyes (it changes... but usually is silver) the size of cartwheels with eliptical pupils.

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Peter Parker - See the light (7)

Is it a bit shorter? Yes. Is it a bit more sentimental? Of course. Be prepared! If you know the film, this goes a little bit different, becuase Peter deserves some love!

Small sneak peek 

First part

Second part

Third part

Fourth part

Fifth part

Sixth part 

Plot: after all this years, you’re finally going to fulfill your dream. Having Peter by your side is surely the best way to do it.

You had some expectations for the kingdom, but that didn’t help your jaw form dropping when you finally caught sight of it. You were completely speechless. You didn’t bother to pick up your hair as you bounced as quickly as you could across the stone bridge and towards the kingdom. The sun beamed down, and distantly, you could hear the sounds of music drifting through the air.

Peter, who had been holding your hand the whole trip there, let his smile drop. He wasn’t fond of the city, where all of his dreams and hopes had been crushed. Still, he let himself be pulled along by you.

When you entered the kingdom limits, you were immediately surrounded by people. The city seemed to be throwing some magnificent festival. A child ran by you, and you watched as he knelt in front of a huge mural on a wall close by. A man and a woman were depicted in the painting – both standing tall and regal. Both also incredibly beautiful.

In the woman’s arms, was a tiny baby. She had long, curly hair, big bright eyes and looked happy; with a piece of jewellery on her head that looked far too big. The kid placed a small flower in front of the mural.

“For the lost princess” he mumbled.

You were about to go over and ask what he was doing, when a particularly hard tug on your scalp made you lose Peter’s grip and reel back, yelping. Looking back, you saw people stepping all over your hair, and soon you lost Peter trying to avoid all that tugging. The boy immediately lunged forward and started picking it all up, his arms quickly filling.

Peter looked around for a split of second before smiling. He moved your hair and you walked with him, rubbing the back of your head painfully.

“Hey kids!” Peter called out, catching the attention of a group of small girls. He didn’t say anything, just showed them his hands full of hair. He raised his brows, and the girls shouted in excitement.

Soon enough, you were sitting on the cobblestone while five girls ran around you, braiding your hair and lessening the weight. Peter sat besides you all the time, talking about everything and nothing. He told you about the memories he had there, facts about some places and explained some things you still didn’t understand.

When you were finished, you span around. Your hair was collected in one big braid, formed with smaller ones that had pretty flowers and ornaments in between. It almost reached the floor, but it wasn’t long enough for people to step on it. Peter babbled all the way while he payed the girls and tried to tell you how pretty you were. After some embarrassing tries, he gave up.

“I could show you what this festival is really about” Peter offered you his arm, blushing. “Y-you’re, well, you… you’re already the prettiest girl here. W-would be, uh, a shame if I d-didn’t show you o-off?”

That time, Pascal wasn’t close to stick his tongue on his ear, and Maximus was busy trying to watch out for crime. To Peter, you had always had some kind of special beauty; but there, morning sun just shinning for you and curious big eyes looking up to him, you looked ravishing.

Maybe, it was his chance to kiss you. He had never been too good with women, apart from the girl he had dated back then; MJ, threatening and self-sufficient. Peter had been the one guidable in that relationship; but now, he knew you knew nothing about them. Kissing you felt suddenly wrong, taking that from you, your first kiss.

So, swallowing down the urge of pressing his lips against yours, he took your hand back and starter walking towards the group of people who were dancing.

For the next hours, you danced. Peter taught you the main steps to the popular dance, and was by your side the whole time; holding you closer, spinning you around, laughing with you when you stepped on him. The sun slowly came down, as you learned more about the city. Peter bought you a small flag from a traditional post, and let you try every food you found on your way.

Maximus and Pascal appeared long into the day, when you were hanging from Peter’s arm. To end the night, the boy had decided to surprise you. You were laughing with him when suddenly you stopped. The sun was setting and you were in front of the water.

“What is this, Pete?” you asked.

“Best day of your life. Thought I might give you something to remember your birthday.”

Peter gestured to a rowboat tied close by. Maximus huffed behind you, and Pascal frowned. Together, you climbed inside the boat and watched as Peter showed you how it moved. The animals emitted some noises.

“Here, fetch” Peter said with a grin. He threw an apple onto the dock, landing at the horse’s feet. When it didn’t make a move to eat it, Peter continued. “If you’re worried  about if being stolen, don’t be!”

Maximus still glared at Peter, but ate it anyway.

“Besides” Peter said, leaning in so only you could hear him. “He already ate all the stolen ones”

You laughed, and Peter smiled. It was silent for a while, only interrupted by your occasional offer to take the paddles. He used that time to think that, if there was a thing that he could do until he died, it would be spending every minute and second by your side. The girl that had managed to steal his broken heart and fix it.

When Peter stopped the boat, it was dark. The moon and the starts were being reflected on the water, and the lights of the kingdom could be seen in the distance; besides that, you were barely able to see his face. You had your doubts about the final ‘surprise’, and were a bit nervous about not being able to see the flying lanterns because of it. Yet you trusted Peter, and if by any chance you lost the opportunity to see them, but got to watch him talk excitedly for another hour, it was okay. You weren’t going to ask for a better birthday present.

“I – uh, it’s a bit soon” Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t really measure the time. I thought –“

“It’s okay” you leaned forward and took his hand in yours. “We can wait”

“Mh” Peter didn’t say anything else, but stared at your hands.

In comparison, yours were much more soft, and perfect. His were full of scars – at least one of them – and bruises. You watched him fight with his mind for a while.

“I had fun today. A lot” you smiled, even if he wasn’t looking at you. “The dancing was – wow, I didn’t know something so wonderful existed. I want to repeat that again.”

Peter’s head rose up at your words, and he looked surprised. Against what you thought, Peter hadn’t forget about the deal; you watching the flying lanterns, and him getting his crown back. But, against what your mother thought, it wasn’t his only intention. Everytime he thought about you, he thought about the possibility of staying. Of actually staying with you for the long run.

He could see how much your mother had hurt you over the years, and secretly hated the idea of you going back to the tower. Peter wondered that, maybe, if he could keep you away with the money he got from the crown. Selling it would be difficult, but worthy if it gave him the chance of having a future with you.

His interests, his dreams, had changed; he no longer wanted the sunny island with loads of money. In his opinion, a crazy chameleon and a girl with magic hair was enough, wherever that was.

You took his silence as something negative, so you frowned and your shoulders slumped.

“Not that I could” you looked down. “Mother will be worried, and tonight are the flying lanterns. So tomorrow morning I –“

“You could stay with me” Peter blurted out. He worried not being enough for you, but a future with your mother could only be worse. He shifted towards you. “I know – I don’t have much, but it’s better than being locked in a tower”

You blinked surprised at his confession, and gaped. The world seemed more illuminated, or maybe it was just your eyes being used to the dark. But you could see every detail on Peter’s face; from his little, almost invisible, mole under his left eye, to the way his thin brows couldn’t stay neat. He had his jaw clenched hard, lips pressed in a thin line. And his brown eyes, burning with hope and determination, were boring into you.

Peter didn’t let you talk.

“Don’t answer me now” he rushed, and brought his hand to his lips. He was blushing, yet held a confidence that made you blush. “Just – think about it”

You were going to ask him how were you supposed to sit in an unmoving boat, with him and no other distraction, and say nothing about it. But soon, the first two lanterns appeared floating through the air, and your breath caught in your throat.

You knew what came next.

The air is suddenly flooded with hundreds upon hundreds of lights, all of them much bigger and brighter from the ones you saw from your window. The world glowed, and you felt content. Happy, because it was everything you had hoped for; just as you thought so, you turned to look at Peter.

He was already looking at you with a half-smile, and two lanterns of his own. The boy moved so that you could also fit on his side of the boat, and you sat beside him. Your shoulders brushed and his warmth evolved you.

“For you” Peter said softly, and gave you one. It had beautiful and elaborated purple draws, only matching the beauty of the moment and Peter turned his head and talked close to you. “Sometimes – you know, uh, sometimes you h-have to let go. Freedom is about letting go, Y/N”

Everything that had been built for years, locked on the tower and dreaming of the lanterns, broke up that night. Maybe it was because of his words, because of the encouragement and the possibility of taking your on decision of them. Your fingers un-curled around the bottom of the lantern when Peter leaned forward, tilting his head so that your noses didn’t touch, but your lips did.

The lantern wasn’t being held down anymore, as your fingers lost strength when Peter kissed you. And Peter’s one flew away, because he used his hands to cup your cheek and search for your own. Both of the lights became one of the flying mass that commemorated the missing princess. To them, might had been only another year of flying lanterns.

To you, was letting go of the weight that had chained you to the tower for years. The pain, the fear, it all melted away as Peter pulled you close, and crashed his lips with yours once more.

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