#when see her i think about cozy blanket and warm tea

[a-lyoshka]

Lace Harding

[sleepymirko]

Reaction to s/o liking winter but being very chilly (part 2)

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Featuring Bachira Meguru, Reo Mikage, Nagi Seishiro

Fluff

Let me know if there's errors! Enjoy!

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“Y/N, I finished showering. The bathroom’s all yours if you need it,” Bachira said, entering your shared bedroom. When he’d left to shower, you had been engrossed in a book, and you barely nodded at him when he left.

You raised your head and what you saw was enough to make you freeze under covers.

Your boyfriend was standing with only a towel around his hips, droplets falling from his bicoloured locks and the most bizarre thing was that he wasn't shivering in the slightest.

"I was already freezing under the covers but seeing you like this... Feels like torture" you said shivering slightly.

The boy simply chuckled and walked towards the bed, sitting comfortably on the edge, right next to you.

"Are we sure you're not sick? Today is less cold than last week"

"It's probably your fault"

"How is that even possible?"

"You're half naked Meguru???" You said looking at him slightly wide eyed, a smile creeping up your face.

"Oh."

"You're gonna catch a cold at this rate"

"I swear I'm not feeling cold maybe because the house is warm.. wait a minute .."

You looked at him confused as he looked like he had an idea.

"Why don't you go take a shower? You'll feel even better, no?" He said smiling proudly.

"A hot shower is what you need, trust me!"

You looked up, considering his suggestion. It wasn't a bad idea, maybe it was what you needed.

"Okay, why not.." you nodded and Bachira smiled and quickly got up.

"Let's go then" he said offering his hand to you.

You looked at him, noticing that glimmer in his eyes that only meant one thing. He was going to shower again, but this time with you.

"...you realize that you already showered, don’t you?"

"Eheh, let's just say that I forgot to put the shampoo on my hair" he said smiling, faking innocence. What a menace.

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You and Reo had been thinking about what to do for the holiday season in his studio. Saying that Reo was a great planner was an understatement, the guy already thought about 7 holiday location ideas for impressing his girl.

"You already have seven ideas for our holidays?" You asked shocked, struggling to hold your smile at how determined your boyfriend looked.

"Absolutely, and let me tell you which location I thought of.." he said bringing his laptop closer to her.

"First of all, we have Finland. Apparently there's a Santa Village in a certain city called 'Rovaniemi'. If Finland is not speaking to your soul there's Banff in Canada, the place has a lot of mountains and offsprings. Skiing must be fantastic there" he said smiling while checking with her the photos.

"When can even plan on going to the Alps, if you want something more quiet we can pass the holidays in Kyoto, between tea houses and snowy landscapes.."

While Reo kept talking, you couldn't help but smile. And shiver slightly.

But Reo surely hadn't missed that.

"Oh? Is my princess freezing? Should we move the planning in front of the fireplace?" He offered as he looked at her with a soft smile, finding her wrapped in a warm blanket cute. Once he picked up the laptop, he offered his hand, and they both moved toward the fireplace in their living room.

Sitting there, he placed her on his lap and handled her his laptop. "While I keep you warm, feel free to choose the location of our holiday." He said and continued, this time speaking into her ear. "I'll handle the rest".

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"You're always cold" Nagi mumbled, thumbs moving around his controller as his focus was mostly on the boss he was fighting.

You guys agreed on a simple cozy weekend, with videogames keeping you company as you guys were doing co-op together.

"How are you not feeling cold Nagi?" You asked as despite you were helping him with the boss your controller was under the warm comforter.

"I'm completely fine." When he finished the boss, he laid the controller down the bed and handed her his hand. When she reached for it she looked at him surprised, his hand was really warm and she wondered if his body was like the rest.

"To be one that claims to love winter you have poor luck by suffering the cold like this" he said bluntly while picking up his controller, resuming playing as you rolled your eyes.

"Then why don't you keep me warm?" You asked half jokingly as you resumed playing with him as well.

He paused, giving her a sidelong glance. “Isn’t that, like, extra work?” he asked, sounding as unbothered as ever.

However, he stopped playing and wrapped an arm around you, letting you warm up close to him.

"Didn't you just say that was extra work?" you teased, as he sighed, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly, a shadow of a smile creeping into his usual unbothered expression.

With that, he leaned back, letting you curl up against him while he held the controller lazily in one hand, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders.

"You better worry about not turning into an Icycle" he paused looking at the game, his tone uneven yet with a hint of teasing. "that would be a real hassle."

Let me know if there's errors! Thank you for reading!

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

A Basket Full of Fall

Word count: 1.2k

Pairing: Toto Wolff x wife!reader, ft. jack

Summary: Toto and Jack surprise Y/n with an extravagant boo basket filled with autumnal treats and heartfelt touches

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Y/n sat comfortably on the couch, a throw blanket draped over her legs as the soft light of the autumn sun filtered through the windows. Her tea was still warm in her hands, and she was scrolling absentmindedly through her phone, reminiscing about the boo baskets��she had fallen in love with last year. It had become something of a joke between her and Toto—how she had shown him TikTok after TikTok of couples exchanging adorable, cozy, fall-themed gift baskets.

She had teased Toto at the time, jokingly asking, "So, where’s my boo basket, hmm?" He had just smirked, pulling her close, and promised that maybe one day she’d get a surprise. But Y/n knew her husband wasn’t the type to jump on trendy gift ideas, so she hadn’t pushed it further. Little did she know, Toto had remembered every detail she mentioned.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Toto and Jack were busy at work, their task much bigger than the average boo basket. What started as a simple idea had spiraled into something much grander. The giant basket they’d chosen was practically overflowing, and Jack was already planning what to tell Y/n once she saw it.

“Papa, what about these fluffy socks? Should we put them in the front?” Jack asked, holding up a pair of soft orange socks with little pumpkin faces embroidered on them.

Toto crouched down, examining the basket. “I think that’s a good idea, Jack. She’ll see them right away.”

Carefully, Jack placed the socks right on top, making sure they peeked out over the rest of the items. The basket was already brimming with a mix of cozy fall essentials and thoughtful gifts. There was a cinnamon-scented candle in a beautiful glass jar, a soft knitted blanket in a warm rust color, and a variety of pumpkin spice-flavored snacks—everything from chocolates to cookies.

Toto had also picked up some more personal items for Y/n. He knew how much she loved curling up with a good book on chilly afternoons, so he added a new novel from one of her favorite authors. There was also a set of bath bombs scented with lavender and chamomile, perfect for the relaxing baths he knew she adored after long days.

“Do you think we have enough chocolate in here, Jack?” Toto asked, eyeing the assortment of treats.

Jack giggled. “There’s never enough chocolate, Papa.”

Toto smiled and shook his head, placing another small box of chocolates into the basket. He then reached for the special pumpkin centerpiece they had bought—an intricately carved ceramic pumpkin that glowed when you placed a small candle inside. It would be the perfect touch for their living room, adding to the cozy atmosphere Y/n loved so much during the fall.

Jack tugged at his father’s sleeve. “Don’t forget the card, Papa!”

Toto smiled softly. “Of course, how could I forget?”

He pulled out a small, carefully folded card from his pocket, the cover decorated with autumn leaves and pumpkins. Inside, he had written a heartfelt note:

To my love, Y/n. Last year, you showed me all those TikToks, and I pretended not to understand why they were important. But I knew how much these little things make you happy. So this is for you—your very own boo basket, from Jack and me, to the best mama and wife we could ever ask for. I love you.

Satisfied with the card, he slipped it into the basket, tucking it beside the candle.

"All done, Jack," Toto said, standing back to admire their handiwork. The basket looked massive, filled with all the warm, comforting items that made fall so special. He was sure Y/n would be surprised—maybe even speechless.

Jack was practically vibrating with excitement. "Can we show her now, Papa?"

Toto chuckled, ruffling his son’s hair. "Yes, let’s surprise her."

Together, they carefully lifted the basket, with Toto handling most of the weight while Jack guided them through the house. As they approached the living room, Jack darted ahead, his excitement barely contained.

“Mama! Close your eyes!” Jack called out, bounding toward Y/n, who looked up from her phone with a puzzled smile.

“What are you up to?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Just close them!” Jack insisted, and Y/n couldn’t help but laugh as she set her tea aside and covered her eyes with her hands.

“Alright, eyes closed!” she said, indulging him.

Toto followed quietly behind, the basket in his arms, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew Y/n would love it, but seeing her reaction was what he was most excited about.

He set the basket down in front of her and glanced at Jack. "Okay, Jack. Tell her she can open them."

Jack practically jumped. “Mama, open your eyes!”

Y/n slowly uncovered her eyes, and the moment she saw what was in front of her, she froze. Her mouth fell open in shock. There, sitting before her, was the most extravagant, oversized boo basket she had ever seen. It was almost comically large, brimming with every fall-themed item she could have imagined—and more. The beautiful autumn colors of the blankets and candles, the smell of cinnamon, and the sight of the chocolate treats filled her senses all at once.

"Toto… Jack… what is all this?" she asked, her voice soft, her hands going to her mouth in disbelief.

Jack, beaming with pride, clapped his hands. "It’s a boo basket! For you!"

Toto stood behind Jack, his eyes soft with love and a small, proud smile on his lips. "You kept showing me those TikToks last year, and I figured it was time to make one for you—our way."

Y/n's heart swelled as she took in every detail. The thoughtful gifts, the little touches that she knew had Toto’s and Jack’s fingerprints all over them. She reached for the card and read Toto's note, her eyes misting as she smiled.

“You two…” she whispered, overcome with emotion. “This is… this is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

Jack jumped into her arms. "Do you like it, Mama?"

“I love it,” Y/n said, pulling Jack into a tight hug before reaching out for Toto’s hand, pulling him close as well. She wrapped her arms around both of them, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the basket itself. It was the love and care behind it—the way Toto remembered every little thing, the way Jack had helped with so much excitement.

Toto kissed her forehead softly, his hand resting on her back. "You deserve it, my love. Every bit of it."

Y/n, smiling through happy tears, looked back at the basket. “Well, I guess this officially makes you the king of boo baskets,” she teased, playfully nudging Toto.

He chuckled. “I’ll take that title.”

As they settled back onto the couch, Y/n surrounded by her new autumn treasures, Jack crawled into her lap, holding one of the stuffed pumpkins.

“I can’t believe you remembered all those TikToks,” she said, leaning against Toto as he wrapped his arm around her.

Toto smirked, his voice low and teasing. “How could I forget? You showed me at least fifty of them.”

Y/n laughed, resting her head on his shoulder. “Well, it was worth it. This is perfect.”

[arcana-greenleaf]

May I request Demetri finding his mate? I'd love for her to be a bookworm, plus size if you don't mind, I mean sweaters, tons of To Be Read piles, glasses, hair bows, fuzzy blankets, the whole thing. 🥰🥹😭 I think he would be soft with a girl like that(I'm SO not projecting...) I can't get over how amazing your work is 😭🥹

Hehe, another fun request, thank you! <3 Demetri might be a bit OOC here, but honestly? I too am a sucker for soft Demetri. Thank you so much for the support, I appreciate it more than you know! Enjoy! 📖💖

Demetri never expected his mate to be human. Much less someone so… soft?

He first finds her in a dimly lit bookstore, curled up in a reading nook with a massive hardcover, completely oblivious to the world.

She’s wrapped in an oversized sweater that complements her eyes and her glasses are gradually sliding down her nose, requiring her to push them back up every so often.

As far as Demetri can see her hair is held back with a little bow and there is a steaming mug of tea on the table beside her.

She looks like a painting that he would name ‘a perfect picture of warmth and comfort’.

When she finally notices him she pushes her glasses up once again and offers a polite smile before returning to her book.

He’s captivated.

"What are you reading?" he asks, his voice smooth as velvet.

She blinks up at him, clearly startled by his presence, and stammers something about a historical romance.

His lips twitch in amusement and he makes a mental note to read the book later to understand what has her so entranced.

He quickly becomes a huge part of her life.

Demetri notices she often forgets to eat or drink when she’s too absorbed in a book, so he starts bringing her little snacks and gently nudging her to take a break.

She hesitates at first when he compliments her, brushing it off, but Demetri makes it his mission to ensure she knows how utterly magnificent he finds her.

He adores her reading nook, her towering TBR piles, the way she annotates her favourite books with tiny notes in the margins and pastel sticky notes, the way she organises her books on the shelves, the way she enthusiastically retells him the plot of the book she is currently reading.

He loves to tease her. "I found my mate & she’s more interested in fictional men than in me."

If she falls asleep with a book in her lap he will carefully remove it, mark the page and drape a fuzzy blanket over her.

If anyone so much as looks at her the wrong way, his usual easy charm disappears while his terrifying side emerges. But around her? He’s gentle. A knight sworn to a queen she doesn’t even realize she is.

She is constantly ranting about books and Demetri is so soft for it. He just sits there, chin resting on his hand, watching her with complete and utter devotion while she goes on and on.

"And then – oh my god – he sacrificed everything for her, and she still thought he didn’t love her! Like, HELLO?!"

He hums, amused. "A tragedy, truly."

"RIGHT?"

Honestly he has no idea what’s happening, but she’s happy, so he’s happy.

Sometimes she gets self-conscious about rambling but he immediately shuts that down.

"I could listen to you talk for eternity, darling."

Demetri might be couple of millenniums old but he does not understand the concept of fuzzy blankets.

"Dearest, why do you require this?" "Because it’s cozy?"

He lifts the edge of the blanket with a single finger while staring at the softness as if it offends him. "It is unnecessary. You have me."

"Okay but you don’t come in an oversized, fluffy, warm, machine-washable form."

"Machine-washable?" He repeats, deeply unimpressed. "I am eternal."

She just snuggles deeper into the blanket, murmuring, "Mmm. But is your eternity fleece-lined?"

He loses to the blanket multiple times before he finally starts to understand the appeal.

Demetri quickly learns that a "quick stop" at the bookstore is never really a quick stop.

"Only five minutes, I just need one book."

Forty-five minutes later, Demetri is holding an entire stack while she debates between two editions of the same book.

"This one has deckled edges," she explains. "But this one has sprayed edges. The struggle is real."

Demetri, a vampire with infinite patience, simply stares at her.

Eventually, she just gets both and like a proper gentleman he insists he pays for them.

He loves watching her push her glasses up when they slide down her nose or how she peeks over the frames when she’s suspicious of something.

Sometimes, she loses them and panics. "Demetri, have you seen my…oh."

He’s already holding them out to her with a smirk. "You mean these?"

"...How long have you had them?"

"Long enough to enjoy the show."

One time he tries them on. instant regret

"How do you see through these?" He scowls, blinking rapidly. "This is horrific."

"That’s what I’m saying!" she exclaims. "Now you know my pain!"

He immediately takes back every time he ever teased her about misplacing them. She’s fighting for her life out here.

One day as a joke, she puts one of her bows on him.

A baby pink, frilly hair bow, right on top of the Volturi’s most dangerous tracker.

"...You will remove this," he says, deadpan.

She just grins. "But you look adorable."

The rest of the Volturi are in shock when Demetri walks through the halls with it still in his hair.

Aro is delighted. "Ah, young love!"

Felix and Jane are dying. They will never let him live that down.

Demetri sighs and accepts his fate. He can never say no to her.

She gets excited about romance tropes and tries to get him to recreate them with her.

"Demetri, we need to do the one bed trope."

"But dearest, we share a bed every night."

"No, no. You have to complain about it first, then dramatically sigh before giving in."

He humours her, dramatically throwing himself onto the bed. "Fine! But only because there’s no other option."

She giggles and cuddles up to him.

He secretly loves how invested she is in this.

Then she reads a book where the love interest casually leans against the doorway, arms crossed, looking lovinglyat the main character.

Once again she convinces Demetri to try it.

He props himself up against the doorframe, all smirks and sharp jawline, literally like he just walked out of a book.

"Like this, love?" he asks, his voice like silk.

"Mmmhmm," she nods with a blush, suddenly forgetting every coherent thought.

He pushes off the frame with a pleased smile.

He does it randomly now just to see her flustered reaction.

She is constantly giving him book recommendations.

"Demetri, this one has an intense, brooding, immortal love interest. It’s literally you."

He flips through the pages. "So, I’m a ‘tortured soul with a tragic past and a poetic way of speaking’?"

"Well… yeah."

He smirks. "Flattering, really."

He actually does read them (because it makes her so happy).

The best part? He engages in serious discussions afterward.

"I must say, darling, this hero is hardly as brooding as you claimed. If he were truly tormented he wouldn’t monologue so much."

[rhiannonsknife]

Rhiannon taking care of r on their period? (Aka mine suddenly came early and I am Suffering with a capital S 😭)

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i feel you 🔆 anon!! my cycle has been a fucking MESS lately, so this is purely self indulgent…🙂‍↕️

the cramps hit you like a freight train, sharp and sudden, and you’re halfway to curling into a ball on your bed when the door creaks open.

rhiannon leans against the doorframe, her sharp gaze softening the moment she sees you clutching your stomach. “that bad, huh?” she asks, stepping into the room.

“you have no idea,” you groan, burying your face deeper into your pillows. “it’s early, too! i wasn’t ready for this!”

she clicks her tongue in sympathy, stepping closer. “early? now that’s just cruel!” her hand rests lightly on your back. “alright, stay put. i’ll handle it”

you half expect rhiannon to leave, but she doesn’t. instead, she pulls a heating pad from the shelf where you’d stashed it, plugs it in, and tests the heat against her hand before placing it gently on your lower stomach. “warm enough?” she asks, her voice oddly soft.

when you give her a quick nod, she adjusts it slightly, making sure it sits just right before she sets about gathering the rest of all essentials. she grabs one of your favorite cozy blankets from the chair in the corner, shaking it out, then tucking it snugly around you.

“i’ll be right back,” rhiannon assures, brushing a stray hair from your forehead where her fingers linger for just a second. she returns minutes later, balancing a steaming mug of tea in one hand and some over-the-counter painkillers in the other. she hands both over without a word, waiting patiently as you sip the tea and swallow the pills, then sits down beside you on the edge of the bed. her weight makes the mattress dip just enough to make you lean toward her.

“anything else you need?” she asks, her tone so soft you barely recognize it as her own.

“you,” you mumble, shifting so your head can rest against her thigh.

rhiannon chuckles as she begins running her fingers through your hair, her free hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back. “you’re such a baby,” she teases. “good thing u don’t mind taking care of you”

rhiannon, who’s always willing to go on emergency supply runs for you.

whether it’s 7 in the morning or pushing midnight, if you’re out of supplies, rhiannon is on it immediately. she barely even lets you finish mumbling, “i think we ran out of…” before she’s grabbing her keys! not even ten minutes later and your phone buzzes with a text.

do you want the chocolate bar with caramel or the peanut butter one?

you smile faintly at the screen, the cramps momentarily forgotten. when you text back that you’re fine with either chocolate bar, her reply is immediate.

not helpful. i’ll get both.

rhiannon who always does her very best to relieve your pain somehow.

as much of a pro she is when it comes to inflicting pain, she hates to see you even slightly uncomfortable. her hands are firm but gentle as she rubs slow circles on your lower back, her touch instinctively finding the exact spots that hurt the most. “tell me if i’m pressing too hard,” she murmurs, though her touch is always just right: never too light to feel useless, never too firm to be uncomfortable. she doesn’t rush it either. her movements are steady and patient, her focus entirely on making you feel better, even if it’s just a little bit. when you sigh in relief or lean into her hands, rhiannon takes it as a small victory already. “better?” she’ll ask occasionally, her tone full of gentle care.

rhiannon, who’s always down for some cuddles, especially when you’re physically unwell.

she’s not the most physically affectionate person by default, mostly because she’s not used to having somebody around. but whenever she notices that you’re in pain, that whole tough exterior of hers softens instantly. without another word, rhiannon pulls you into her lap, her strong arms wrapping around you protectively <33

rhiannon, who secretly sets a reminder on her phone for your next expected cycle.

she lowkey uses the period tracker app to track your cycle, not her own!! she even adds a buffer day or two, just in case, and logs all your symptoms. you catch her once, frowning at her phone, her thumb tapping quickly. “what are you doing?” you ask. “making sure we’re ready,” rhiannon replies without looking up. “i’m not letting this sneak up on us again!”

and she means it. she logs your symptoms as soon as you mention them, a headache, cramps, mood swings, so she can predict the next time they might hit. she sets reminders for herself to restock supplies before they run out and makes mental notes to grab your favorite comfort snacks when the time comes. it’s surprisingly sweet, even if she’s a little obsessive about it. “you don’t have to do all that,” you tell her once, feeling a little embarrassed by just how thorough she is. rhiannon just shrugs. “i want to. makes things easier, doesn’t it?”

rhiannon, who keeps an eye on you all week long…

…watching for even the smallest sign that you’re struggling. she doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but she’s attentive, always catching you when you wince from a cramp or when you zone out, overwhelmed by the pain. on particular shitty days, she’ll frequently check in on you. “how’re you holding up?” rhiannon asks then. if you don’t answer right away, or if you give her a quiet, strained ��fine,” she’s already on it.

“okay, we’re taking a break,” she decides firmly. “couch. now!”

[redbleedingrose]

Girl Dad!Cassian x reader Headcanons

A/N: I love me some girl dad Bat boys and Vanserra bros. TBH all the ACOTAR males would make incredible girl dads and I was just thinking about Cassian today. Anyway, this is for @augustinerose I know that it has been tough recently, so I hope this made you smile. <3

Cassian is a girls girl. He LOVES his daughter, and wants his babe to be able to express herself in any way she wants. So he def lets his daughter paint his nails pink and purple, and grins so wide when she smacks a kiss onto his cheek calling him pretty. And he takes real good care to paint her nails all nice and clean.

Cass is also happy to let his pretty princess put some makeup on him, with the blue eyeshadow and red lips. Male is not even the slightest bit embarrassed when you walk into your home to find him sitting on the floor so that your daughter can reach his face, six bows of all colors in his hair that is half braided and half curled, with your reddest shade of lipstick being smeared all over him. The guilty look from your babe stealing your makeup is too cute, and you settle down into Cass’ lap and ask her to do your hair and makeup too.

He would die for this child, and do practically anything to see a smile on her face, so he is gonna wear the purple tutu and tiara for his girl, and he is absolutely gonna have his pinky pointing out while he sips water from a tiny princess tea cup cuz his baby girl scolded him for not using "proper etticuite daddy."

Occasionally, she can also rope in Az and Rhys and they might roll their eyes and moan and groan, but they are gonna do anything for that little girl because they adore her and she is the only baby girl in the family so far. They spoil her like no other. You had to practically ban Rhys from getting her anymore dresses because there was no more storage in your home, and you nearly threw him into the Sidra when he offered to add another room to your home so he could fill it up with more jewelry and shoes and tutus for the “night court princess”

And on starfall, she does little dance routines for the whole family but she willet all shy about dancing her little ballerina routine in front everyone in the inner circle, so he helps her out and dances by her side even getting on his tippy toes despite everyone is snickering at him, this big burly male twirling around with his muscled arms pointed to the sky with his "mini me"

He loves pretending to chomp and eat her ruddy cheeks because it makes her cackle from deep in her tummy, and he is always blowing raspberries into her chubby belly. Don’t even get me started on those chunky thighs, and stinky feet. Cass wants to cry every single time he thinks about his pretty princess growing up. He wants her to stay young forever, to never worry about a single thing, to make sure that he can always watch over her and protect her.

When she was a newborn, he would steal her from the bassinet and take her on flights, wrapping her tiny wings into a wooly blanket to make sure they stay warm and cozy, and he would spend hours just flying around and telling her stories about his life, and stories about you. His favorite topic to talk about to her while she snoozes away is how much he loves you and how much he loves her. His obsession with his girls is truly a next level of adoration.

Ugh AND he loves cutting up fruit for her, and she just walks around munching on it with her tiny fist around the fruit and juices smeared across her cheeks. An he is always so gentle about wiping away the juices with a wet rag, having her sitting on the counter with her tiny legs swinging back and forth kicking his corded thighs while he cleans her ups and smooches her ruddy cheeks when he is done

Let us also discuss how Cassian learned how to braid hair by the Valkaryie warriors, and so he is the expert when it comes to doing her hair. Male can do twists and plaits so fast and instinctually, its insane. Most days, you have him doing your own hair. Oh, and she was born with a TUFT of hair that he would play with to soothe her. It is thick and dark just like his, and curls at the end, and he thinks it is one of his favorite features that he passed on to her.

OOOHHHH and imagine him teaching her to fly when she finally has the strength to control those muscles. She is all frustrated with fat tears rolling down her ruddy cheeks cuz “is too hard daddy” and he is down on one knee in front of her, rubbing his large hands over her tiny shoulders hushing her little cries, “s’okay baby, you’re right, it is hard,” and he smooches her cheek and pulls back to stare into her big eyes, “but you know what sweet girl? You can do it. It might take some time and practice, like most things do, but you will do it. And I will be here every step of the way, ‘kay?” And she sniffles, rubbing her tears away with a tiny fist and snuggles into his big chest while nodding.

Every birthday, he buys her a bouquet of flowers. And he also buys you a bouquet of flowers, making sure to thank you for the best gift he has ever received.

Okay maybe I will add more to this later, but this all I got for now, I hope you enjoyed!!!

[homey-worshiper]

i have been thinking about how i see the deities that i work with and with that, how does it affect my worship & work.

lady hestia for me is a calm, and gentle presence, she is the cozy feeling i get when i wake up and dont want to leave my bed because its too nice, lady demeter is strong, the only way i can describe it is, i know when lady demeter is around because i can smell her candle in my space without lighting it, she makes her presence known.

when lady hestia wants to teach me something, she guids me and its almost as she takes my hand and walks with me, showing me the good and the bad of my decision, lady demeter shows me few paths and i need to choose the best one, if i chose wrong - a chestnut will fall on me or i will step on a ladybug, she knows the correct path but wants me to make my way forward on my own.

lady hestia loves food, warm food, maybe not an overflowing plate but she is a foodie, a warm soup or a hot cup of tea with honey, simple things and she enjoys herself. lady demeter also loves food, a lot of it, full plate and an overflowing cup, she likes a collection of dishes, specially if i spend hours making them, she loves dinners, full of healthy and colourful things, when lady hestia is always around when i have a warm breakfast.

lady hestia is the delicate bedding and the pillows that let me relax, where lady demeter is the blanket that covers me tightly and i feel secure.

lady hestia's voice is almost like a whisper, just bearly loud enough to hear, she listens, smilling, nodding, i think of her more as a listener, where lady demeter's voice is strong and powerful, her words always carefully crafted and her manner elegant but welcoming, she always invites into the conversation

lady hestia likes silence, crackling of paper when i write to her, where lady demeter loves to be surrounded by laughter, happy voices.

[ducksido]

Trein's Valentine (platonic)

(if you guys want a romantic one just tell me)

Valentine’s Day at Night Raven College was usually a chaotic affair. Love letters filled the halls, enchanted chocolates caused questionable magical mishaps, and the students—particularly those in Pomefiore—took romance far too seriously.

Y/N, the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, had expected to spend the day dodging enchanted gifts and maybe treating themselves to some quiet time. But instead, they found themselves personally invited—no, insisted—to spend the evening at Professor Trein’s home.

"You spend far too much time around those unruly students," Trein had said with his usual stern expression, his cat Lucius perched on his shoulder. "It’s about time you had a proper meal in a civilized home. My daughters would be delighted to meet you."

Y/N hadn’t known how to respond at first. It wasn’t often Trein extended invitations like this—he was strict, intimidating to most students, and deeply committed to his role as a professor. But over time, Y/N had noticed something else beneath the rigid posture and sharp words.

Mozus Trein cared—deeply. And despite his grumbles, he had been one of the few adults in their life at NRC who looked after them as more than just a student.

So, with Lucius watching them like a judgmental guardian, Y/N accepted.

Trein’s house was nothing like the eerie, crumbling halls of Ramshackle Dorm. It was warm, filled with the scent of aged books and freshly brewed tea.

And before Y/N even had a chance to knock, the door swung open, revealing two young women with clear familial resemblance to their professor.

Anna and Dolly Trein.

"You must be Y/N!" Anna beamed, pulling them inside before they could get a word in. "Father has told us so much about you!"

"Finally," Dolly sighed, crossing her arms. "I was starting to think he made you up."

Y/N blinked. "Wait—he talks about me?"

Anna laughed. "Oh, constantly!"

Trein, who had just entered the room, cleared his throat with a disapproving glare. "I hardly see how that is relevant."

But Y/N caught the subtle softness in his tone.

Dinner was a comfortable affair—filled with laughter, teasing remarks from Anna and Dolly, and even Lucius begrudgingly curling up beside Y/N.

As the evening wound down, Trein finally spoke, his voice quieter than usual. "You’ve done well for yourself at Night Raven College, Y/N." He adjusted his glasses, studying them with something close to pride. "It is not easy to thrive in a place like that… but you have."

Y/N swallowed, warmth spreading through their chest.

"Thank you, Professor."

Trein huffed. "At least for tonight, you may call me Mozus."

Anna and Dolly gasped dramatically. "Father, are you going soft?"

Trein scowled. "Hush, you two."

Y/N only laughed, feeling—for the first time in a long while—what it was like to have family.

And maybe, just maybe, this was the best Valentine’s Day they’d ever had.

The evening had settled into a cozy calm, the warmth of Trein’s home wrapping around Y/N like a soft blanket. Anna and Dolly had retired to the sitting room, leaving Y/N alone in the dining area with Mozus Trein. Lucius was curled up on the table, his tail flicking lazily as if he were judging the situation unfolding before him.

Trein cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before carefully setting a thick envelope in front of Y/N.

"Now then," he began, his tone uncharacteristically hesitant. "I do not believe in frivolous sentimentality… but I do believe in responsibility."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, glancing between him and the envelope. "Uh… okay?"

Trein sighed, already looking like he was regretting his approach. "What I mean to say is, given the utter lack of proper adult supervision in your life—"

"Ouch," Y/N muttered.

"—it would be highly irresponsible of me to simply stand by when it is clear you are in need of guidance."

Y/N opened the envelope and felt their breath hitch. Adoption papers.

They looked up at Trein, eyes wide. "Is this…?"

Trein’s expression remained unreadable, though there was a slight stiffness in his posture. "I am not a man of half-measures, Y/N. If you truly see me as a father figure, then it is only logical that we make it official."

Lucius let out a deep purr, as if in agreement.

Y/N swallowed thickly, their vision blurring slightly. "You really want to… adopt me?"

Trein huffed, crossing his arms. "Don’t be ridiculous. If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t be going through this bureaucratic nightmare." He sighed, softer this time. "You are a remarkable individual, Y/N, and any parent would be proud to call you their child. If you will allow it, I would like to be that parent."

Y/N barely let him finish before grabbing a pen and scribbling their signature at the bottom of the documents.

Trein blinked. "You—?"

"You don’t have to convince me, Tre—Dad," Y/N corrected, a grin spreading across their face. "I’d love that."

A long pause stretched between them before Trein exhaled, the ghost of a smile appearing at the corner of his lips. "Well then," he muttered, shaking his head as if exasperated. "I suppose I shall have to adjust to this new reality."

Anna and Dolly, who had been eavesdropping from the next room, burst in with cheers. "FINALLY!" Anna laughed. "Welcome to the family, sibling!"

Dolly smirked. "You’re stuck with us now."

Lucius let out a loud meow and pawed at Trein’s sleeve, prompting the professor to sigh. "Yes, yes, Lucius, you’ll always be my first child."

Y/N only laughed, warmth filling their chest.

For the first time in a long time, they truly had a home.

---

Y/N had barely stepped into the Ramshackle lounge before they were tackled—literally—by two overexcited first-years.

"YOU’RE WHAT?!" Ace shrieked, gripping Y/N’s shoulders and shaking them slightly.

"You’re Professor Trein’s kid now?!" Deuce practically yelled, his eyes wider than Y/N had ever seen them.

Y/N groaned, prying Ace’s hands off. "Calm down, it’s not that dramatic—"

"Not that dramatic?!" Ace repeated, looking personally offended. "You—our best friend—just got legally claimed by Professor ‘Strict and Scary’ Trein and you didn’t think to tell us?! What’s next, are you gonna start wearing monocles and lecturing us on the importance of historical magical texts?"

Deuce, however, was frozen in shock, staring at Y/N like his brain was short-circuiting. "Wait. Does that mean we have to call you Y/N Trein now?"

Y/N shrugged. "Technically, yeah."

Ace gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "I can’t believe this. We’ve lost you. Our fun, rebellious, chaos-loving Prefect… turned into a Trein."

Y/N rolled their eyes. "I didn’t get brainwashed, Ace."

"You say that now," Ace muttered, crossing his arms. "Next thing we know, you’ll be enforcing dress code and giving us lectures about responsibility."

Deuce, who had finally processed the news, suddenly stood at attention. "Wait! If you’re Professor Trein’s kid now… does that mean he’s your dad? Like, officially?!"

Y/N grinned. "Yep."

Ace threw himself onto the couch like he had just been personally victimized. "I can’t believe my best friend is a nepo baby now."

Deuce, meanwhile, suddenly looked panicked. "Wait. That means if we mess around in class, he’s gonna personally tell you about it, huh?"

Y/N smirked. "Oh, absolutely. He literally told me yesterday that you two don’t study enough."

Ace groaned loudly. "Noooo, you’re gonna start snitching on us now?! This is the worst!"

"I’d never snitch," Y/N reassured them, then added with a teasing grin, "but I might start keeping a record of how many times you mess up."

Deuce looked like he was reconsidering all his life choices. Ace groaned into a pillow.

"Our best friend, a Trein," Ace muttered. "What has the world come to?"

Y/N just laughed. They may have been a Trein now, but with these two? Life was still as chaotic as ever.

[thoughtsforsoob]

hi ! congrats on 200💗 this is for ur event !

hyuka + cuddles on a rainy day

i think hyuka would be so sweet during cuddles💗💗

a/n: hello anon! thank you for requesting! I hope this meets your expectations :) feel free to request any time you'd like. it's been rainy where I am and I think the weather will help with writing this :) I love the rainy weather (lmao except for getting caught in the rain with no jacket or umbrella). anyways, enjoy!

it had been raining for quite a while now. the streets were wet, cars passing near by were driving slower than usual and people were walking about with their umbrellas.

you chose to stay indoors on this rainy Saturday and cozy up on the couch. you'd piled up some blankets and pillows from your shared bed and got comfy. you also stocked up some snacks and drinks, placed on the coffee table within easy reach. you fired up Netflix and got to watching a movie you hadn't had time to watch during the week. you were so happy and comfortable, even though you were alone for that afternoon.

at around 7pm, you'd already started to think about dinner and started to wonder when your boyfriend would come home. you got up and started to cook up something yummy for when kai would arrive home, knowing he'd probably want something warm and fresh for dinner. you started on some pasta, opting for something a little easier since the rainy conditions had you feeling just a tiny bit sluggish.

7:30 pm rolls around and you hear the door unlock and close again. you knew exactly who that was so you turn the heat down on the stove all the way to the slowest setting, so the pasta wouldn't go cold, and ran off to greet kai. to your surprise, he was all wet! "kai! baby! don't tell me you forgot your umbrella!" he smiles sheepishly, "I did forget. don't worry, though! im gonna take a warm shower right now!" you kiss his cheek and he smiled, suddenly smelling what you made. "oh my goodness, dinner smells heavenly!" you thank him for the compliment and urge him to run off and shower.

he runs down the stairs after his shower and into the kitchen, immediately giving you a proper hug and kiss. he wasn't able to before since he was drenched from the rain. you serve him his dinner as well as your and you both eat, sitting side by side, and talking about both your days. you tell him about what you'd watched and he tells you about his latest drama with his hyungs.

once dinner was done, you both wash the dirty dishes together, something you were grateful for some help with, and you both retreat to the couch. he smiles wide when he sees all the fluffy blankets and pillows on the couch, wanting nothing more than to get cozy on the couch with his favorite girl. he positions himself comfortably on the couch and pulls you down onto his lap. he starts to wrap you and him up with blankets. once he's done he looks down at you, "all cozy?" you nod up at him and start back up the tv, picking something to watch together.

nights like this were his perfect cup of tea. all he ever wanted was his girlfriend and to be able to cuddle her whenever he wanted and that's exactly what he had at the moment. when he was stressed out and needing motivation, he thought about moments like these and how he lived for them.

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You broke me first

part 27

cill: bad news.

zoe: uhoh. what?

Zoe hated text messages like this. It’s bad enough he was leaving soon, how much worse can it get?

cill: it was more than just a wardrobe fitting.

Zoe: ???

cill:

Zoe laughed at the picture, staring at the signature pesky haircut he’s been subjected to all this time during this series. He hated it, he hated the upkeep, and he hated growing it out. Zoe knew he was relishing in the last couple of days of his normal hair before the inevitable happened.

Zoe: wow they really went short on the sides! Better wear a hat you’re gonna catch cold over there.

Cill: i’ll be living in hoodies with the hood up for the foreseeable future.

cill: how you feeling, bunny?

Zoe had taken a sick day from work today. She didn’t feel good, had the chills, and had zero appetite. She was camped out on the couch with a cozy blanket, a cup of tea and the remote while being under the care of her trusty live-in nurse - Scout, of course.

Zoe: a bit better. definitely a lot better than this morning. Scout has been taking care of me. Might actually take him out in a bit and get fresh air.

cill: don’t go outside if you’re sick. i’ll do it when i get home. did you eat anything?

Zoe’s heart still fluttered when he said home. THEIR home, where they live together, even if it’s just the time being.

zoe: i had some ramen noodles for lunch. maybe ill take a bath. i want to change the sheets too just in case whatever i have is contagious, dont need you getting sick.

cill: i’ll take care of the sheets and Scout. you just rest and take a bath. when i get home we’ll talk about dinner.

Zoe: can i suggest a pizza?

cill: not a chance.

zoe: worth a shot.

Zoe smiled and put her phone down on the couch. She looked at scout who was laying the couch by her feet sound asleep. She sighed and was hoping he’d want to go out.

“Scout… hey, wanna go out, boy?” Zoe whispered, nudging the sleeping dog with her foot.

Scout yawned, looked at her, and rolled over and went back to sleep, facing away from her.

“sheesh, okay then,” Zoe mumbled. she peeled back the blanket she was under and stood up to stretch. She was still in her pajamas, which was a baggy band t-shirt that came down to just above her knees. She hadn’t showered yet, was sure she smelled gross and she definitely felt gross. She made her way to the linen closet and pulled out a fresh towel and made her way to the bathroom.

She hasn’t been able to take a bath since she took a bath at Cillian’s in his ginormous, pristine, white bathtub. Her bathroom seemed small and dirty, and didn’t seem as relaxing as Cillian’s bathroom felt. But, she knew the warm water would make her feel better, so she decided to make the best of it, as she turned on the hot water faucet. She decided to grab a bath bomb and a lavender candle to make it more cozier.

She stripped off her T-shirt and panties and lowered herself into the warm water after dropping the bath bomb in. She had the candle lit on the corner of the edge of the tub and she was already starting to smell the lavender fill the room. She cursed herself for forgetting a second towel to fold and use as a pillow for her head, so her dirty T-shirt would have to suffice.

She relaxed and lowered herself even lower into the water, exhaling and closing her eyes. Her tub made Cillian’s look like an olympic sized swimming pool, and she had to bend her knees out of the water.

“If i close my eyes and pretend im anywhere else, its not so bad,” Zoe thought, feeling the water gently slosh around her legs. She heard the jingle of metal on metal, and she opened one eye to see where it was coming from. She was greeted by two big brown eyes staring back at her from the bathroom door.

“don’t tell me NOW you wanna go out,” Zoe said to Scout. Instead, he nudged the door open farther and made his way into the bathroom, peeking into the tub. Zoe pat his head, thinking he wanted some attention. Once he realized she was wet, he cowered away from her hand. He instead circled on the rug outside the tub and lay down, seemingly wanting to nap close to her.

“awww,” Zoe said softly, closing her eyes again. “good boy.”

-

“hey.. baby.. hey.. HEY,”

Zoe jolted awake, water sloshing over the edge of the tub. She opened her eyes to Cillian kneeling next to her on the outside of the tub, hand gently shaking her shoulder.

“I forget you sleep like a rock. I was calling your name when i came home, and i found you in the bathtub like this,” Cillian laughed.

Zoe sat up and awkwardly stretched, her neck now in pain from the awkward angle.

“I didn’t think i’d doze off, I just wanted a quick dip to warm me up”

Cillian looked at his watch. “well, you texted me saying you were taking a bath 2 hours ago, and that water is barely warm anymore,” he said, standing up and grabbing the towel she had placed on the vanity earlier. he opened it in his hands and walked towards the tub. “come on, up.”

Zoe stood up and started shivering almost immediately. Cillian was quick to wrap the towel over her, rubbing her arms to warm her up. He then opened his arms and took her into them, holding her against his body.

“Can’t have you drowning on me, I’d miss you too much,” he said into her hair, giving her a kiss to her temple.

“I miss your bathtub in your old house,” Zoe mumbled. “That was heaven.”

“I’ll build you a bigger bathtub in the new house,” Cillian mumbled back.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just hard to come back to what you’ve always known once you had a taste of luxury, that’s all i’m saying” Zoe replied.

“well when we’re in the new house you won’t have to worry about taking baths in small bathtubs again,” Cillian said giving her a quick kiss. “I stopped at that restaurant you like in the next town over and brought home some soup for you, and something for myself. I’m gonna walk Scout to the corner quick so he can pee, you get changed and meet in the living room, yeah?”

Zoe smiled. “thank you. that sounds good.”

Cillian walked out of the bathroom towards where Scout was and grabbed his leash while Zoe made her way to her bedroom. She grabbed some new underwear, some sweatpants and one of Cillian’s old T-shirts that would be extra baggy and extra comfortable. She put on some socks and made her way to the living room where she saw the takeout containers on the coffee table.

Zoe went to grab some bowls, plates and utensils and placed them on the coffee table. She grabbed bottle of water for herself and Cillian and made herself cozy on the couch.

While she was trying to find something to watch, Cillian came home with Scout. Scout ran to his basket of toys and pulled out a plush giraffe and began shaking it.

“Dog has so much energy, i swear we RAN home,” Cillian said, kicking off his shoes. He made himself comfortable next to Zoe and started unwrapping the containers.

“How did everything else go today?” Zoe asked, ignoring his shaved head. She already knew how that went.

“ummm…” Cillian started, hesitant to continue. If he was trying to hide something from Zoe, she picked up on it immediately. Something was up.

“what?”

“Well, for one, your magazine called. They said I have to do the interview all over again, with someone else,” Cillian said.

“that sucks, did they tell you who?”

“Some girl named Cindy? Cynthia?”

Zoe groaned. “great. good luck with that one. Where i ended up in bed with you by accident, she’ll try and sleep with you for real,” Zoe said.

“I think it’s over Zoom so you have nothing to worry about,” Cillian laughed.

Cillian cut up some chicken and took a bite. After swallowing, he continued.

“there’s uh… there’s more”

Zoe sat in silence, waiting for him to continue.

“My manager, Mary, is going out on maternity leave, and we’ve been having a hard time trying to find someone in the interim, but her and Hannah went to the same college or sorority or whatever, and she volunteered to do it while Mary is out. So Hannah is gonna be glued to my hip for the next couple of months. And apparently … I’m leaving for London on Monday.” Cillian said the last part very fast and very softly.

Zoe could hear her heartbeat in her ears.

be cool, be cool, be cool.

“oh wow… monday? that’s … in 3 days.” Zoe said.

Cillian put his fork down and grabbed her hand.

“I know, love, but it’s not permanent you know that. and we’ll talk every day. multiple times a day. I’m coming back.”

“i know.” Zoe said, forcing a smile. “I’ll coordinate stuff for the house for you while you’re gone, with all the furniture deliveries and stuff.”

“I appreciate it. thanks love. I already made you a key” he said, digging into his pocket.

“Assumed i’d help you move while you’re off being Tommy Shelby?? how’d you know i’d say yes to helping?!” Zoe joked.

Cillian smiled. “I was making you a key, regardless.” he leaned in and gave her a kiss, placing the key in her hand.

“So you and Hannah are gonna be quite the team…” Zoe continued.

“Yeah,” Cillian replied, “I had no idea she had managerial experience. But she started in the industry as a manager and pivoted into PR, so..” he continued, shrugging his shoulders.

“Cillian and Hannah, the dynamic duo,” Zoe said, taking a spoonful of soup.

“Yea,” Cillian chuckled, grabbing another mouthful of food.

“I mean, hey, what could go wrong?”

tags: @lau219 @shopgirl6us @cillianmurphyvevo @borntodiemp3

[aziraphales-library]

hi there, there's tons of good omens fics where aziraphale turns human and doesn't remember anything of their past while crowley stays near and protects him/befriends him/ etc. Are there any fics where crowley is the one turned human? I couldn't find any fitting tags :((

Hello. We have a #turned human tag that you can browse. Here are some fics in which Crowley is turned human or loses his memory at least believes he's human, some of which will have already been recommended...

Every Atom Belonging to Me by triedunture (T)

Crowley is rendered temporarily mortal after a run-in with a-- Well, it doesn't really matter. What matters is he needs to eat and sleep and do the things humans must do if only for one night. Aziraphale can help with the eating bit, at least. A cozy, sweet evening with tea, drinks, food, poems, and warm blankets.

The Good Demon by HolyCatsAndRabbits (T)

In this AU fic, Hell thinks the demon Crowley isn’t evil enough to merit the title of demon. As punishment, they turn him mortal, and if he wants his old job back with his powers and immortality, he’s got to seduce and cause the Fall of some angel named Aziraphale, who is serving as a campus chaplain, running a group for queer youth. Crowley thinks the assignment will be easy, until he meets the angel and his students, and discovers the kind of found family that he’s always wanted. There’s just one little problem: Crowley is a terrible danger to them all.

feel my fortune tell me by nobirdstofly (E)

“And you bet… what? With whom?” “Oh, with me!” Muriel exclaims. “Mr. Crowley bet me that I couldn’t convince a customer I was human!” “Barmy woman,” Crowley fills in. “Think you could have told her the coatrack was a human.” He sounds so grouchy about it that Aziraphale wants to bundle him in a blanket and set him by the fire with spiked cocoa.

Crowley loses a bet and, temporarily, becomes a human. Aziraphale, predictably, frets.

Save Me by atimefeeler (T)

When Anthony wakes up in a hospital with no memory, he finds himself alone with nothing but a vaguely threatening note written in blood. In an attempt to save himself from an untimely death, Anthony goes about his life as if he wasn't currently suffering from memory loss. It really is too bad he can't figure out if his stunning partner if trying to kill him or not. Going on a date with him couldn't hurt, right? ... “Do you think perhaps you could come over to the bookshop?” Aziraphale asked, “I would so love to see you, dear.” “Yeah I- no!” Anthony nearly shouted and then clamped his hand over his mouth. “No? Why ever not?” “I can’t,” Anthony scrambled for what to say, “I’ve got-” ‘Diarrhea’ was on the tip of his tongue, but then Anthony caught a glimpse of his reflection in the black phone screen and blurted, “-an eye condition.” ... or- Crowley has no idea why his plan to pretend he doesn't have amnesia is proving to be so difficult. It might be because the poor guy is actually a demon.

Pray For Us, Icarus by Atalan (Series) (G-T)

For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go...

- Mod D

[darkdevasofdestruction]

My Little Twinkling Star ~ Ominis Gaunt x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Reader misses her family to the point of crying, but is too afraid of telling Ominis, knowing his bad relationship with his own parents.

It was no news for anyone that Y/N loved her parents more than she loved life itself, almost to the point of obsession. Why? Certainly, no one could really understand. Most of the children her age were attached to their parents, yes, but not like this - Not to the point of crying just thinking about them. And the more the years passed, the harder the separation became. Once again, not even she could understand why - After all, she had the best of friends in Sebastian and Anne, and an absolute angel of a boyfriend in Ominis. Not only that, she loved her time at Hogwarts, the studying, the Professors, the environment, the creatures, the forest; There was not a single thing she disliked about her years spent at Hogwarts... But at the end of the day, she knew she wanted to return back at her home village and be close to her mum and dad.

Now, in her last year of Hogwarts, with the stress from the NEWTS weighting so heavy on her shoulders, she wrote to her mother more than ever before - In fact, if the poor Owl could handle the tedious flight, she would write her parents ten times a day, at the minimum. At some point, she even asked her mum to send her a few Howlers, just to hear her voice, as so many months passed without seeing each other, without feeling her warm, loving touch, or her protective embrace.

It was always late into the night, when sleep refused to visit her, that she’d go to the Common Room, with a calming tea laced with some sleeping draught and honey, that she would listen to the sweet voice of her mother, calling her all sorts of cutesy nicknames, like ‘My little twinkling star’, ‘My precious little angel’ or even ‘My beautiful sweetheart’. 

Of course, she got along very well with her dad too, always playing around and going on adventures, playing games or doing tech-stuff, as he was a muggle carpenter and built everything around their home, including the cozy little cottage all with his own hands... But there was always a special connection with her mum, her guardian angel, her most beloved person alive.

And tonight, like during many other nights, she laid on the couch, hugging the plushie that her mum gifted her on her birthday many years ago, along with the fluffy blanket, and she opened the envelope. A bittersweet smile appeared on her face, hearing that tender voice, telling her words of love, of the mundane, and how much she misses her little twinkling star. Y/N’s face became wet with tears, hugging the plush tighter to her chest and stifling her sobs in the blanket.

Oh, how she wished she could explain what she was feeling, how she wished to talk to someone without sounding pretentious or spoiled. Sebastian and Anne both lost their parents, and her sweet Ominis... He didn’t even want to hear about his dreadful parents. Poppy’s parents were just as awful, and she ran away from them... Though perhaps she would understand, as she loves her grandma as much as she loves her mum... And then there’s Natty, who still blames her father’s death on herself, and she has a little bit of a rebellious state with her mum.

Y/N was so absorbed in her own thoughts, comforted only by the envelope’s voice looping the message over and over again with each flick of her wrist, that she didn’t hear the sound of soft foot steps, until a familiar voice called out her name, confused. “Y/N?” Ominis called out in a soft voice. “O-Oh! Ominis, h-hi! It’s late, why aren’t you sleeping?” she quickly closed the envelope, hiding it underneath the pillow. “I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d get a glass of water.” he explained. “I can only guess you’re pretty much in the same boat as me, huh?” “Y-Yeah... Sort of. I made myself some sleeping draught tea with honey. It’s still a bit warm, if you want some.” she offered, patting the spot on the couch next to her. “Sounds lovely, thanks.” with a soft smile on his face, the boy sat next to her. “I heard your mum’s voice. Is everything okay?” Y/N’s breath was hitched in her throat, unsure of how to answer. “Y/N? Are you okay, my darling?” he asked again, hearing no answer. “Ah, y-yeah, of course, everything is alright, no need to worry. I, uh... I guess I just miss my parents, that’s all. No big deal.” Ominis, however, frowned. He might not be able to see the blatant fidgeting of her body, or the way her eyes were looking everywhere but at him, but her voice was betraying her. “Y/N, come here.” he extended his arms, and by instinct, Y/N cuddled into his embrace, getting herself comfortable and covering the both of them with the blanket. “Please, tell me what’s bothering you. I’ve heard you crying on a couple of occasions - And it’s not only me worried, but Anne and Sebastian too.” he tenderly caressed her hair. “Is it the gossips from those nasty girls? Because, if it is, I don’t want to hear any of that. I won’t accept you agreeing to some low-lives degrading you for your softer nature. I have told you once, and I will tell you again - Your emotions are endearing, and the fact that your love for the people you care for is so strong that’s overflowing... I think it’s beautiful.” “Ominis...” she whispered his name in disbelief, feeling his hands softly make their way to her face and wiping away her tears. “It’s a selfish reason, I don’t... I don’t want to bother you with it. It’s really... It’s really silly, you know?” “Is it exam stress, then?” the boy could feel her head nodding at first, only to shake just after. “So not only that.” “I just... I just really miss my mum, okay? I know, it’s a stupid reason to cry. It’s very, very stupid. But I just want to go home, and... And hug my mum, and joke around with dad, and play with my puppy, and be in the comfort of my own home... If it makes any sense at all.” she sighed deeply. “I’m stressed from the exams, yes, but... I don’t know why I’m so emotional. I thought I was getting older, tougher, more mature... Instead, I’m just turning into a huge weeping mess. It’s... It’s stupid. It’s ridiculous!” she gritted her teeth in exasperation. “I have the perfect life with my family, and I feel like I’m selfish if I cry about it, when people like you are one step away from being estranged for not sharing the same bigoted beliefs as your family, or -- Or Sebastian and Anne, whose parents died... Or Poppy who ran away from her criminal parents... I just... I don’t want to burden you with my silly, makeshift problems... Because they aren’t even problems, I’m just being a spoiled brat.”

Ominis was silent for a few seconds, before pulling Y/N into a sweet kiss, and smiling at her like the loving angel that he is. “Now, now, didn’t I ask you to tell me, whenever something bothers you? Even the little things? You missing your family is included, you silly little lady.” he chuckled softly. “It’s not your fault that my family sucks. In fact, I think your family is more my family than my own family ever was. Didn’t your mum say two years ago that I’m as good as her son?” his smile widened. “I’d say, I miss your family too.” “R-Really? You do?” Ominis nodded affirmatively. “Then, after we finish Hogwarts, would you like to move in with me, in the same village? A pretty little cozy cottage, just the two of us, in the comfort of a familiar and very friendly village - Which so happens to be rather close to Sebastian’s?” “Ahh, you want the world to explode, don’t you? If the four of us are reunited after Hogwarts ends, then no doubt, bad things will happen. Either the end of the world, or... Erh... Sometimes similar.” Ominis joked. “But I do fancy that idea, I can’t lie, especially if I get to taste more of your mum’s cookies or meals. They were positively fantastic.” “Ominis.” Y/N abruptly murmured his name. “It was me who baked the cookies.” “Even better!” he exclaimed in surprise. “I just have to wife you now, and it’s all good. Everything is going according to the plan.” If only he could see the heavy blush painted on her cheeks - Though Y/N suspected he could feel the warmth at least, as the cheeky grin never did leave his face. “Ah, you got all quiet, have I flustered you so? Forgive me, my little twinkling star. Just wait a bit more, until we’ve graduated, and I can get you a proper ring, beautiful, to match your own charm.” Y/N had to bury her face in the crook of his neck from embarrassment. “It’s times like this when I’m really upset I can’t see. I would do anything to see that look on your pretty face.” he just won’t give her and her beating heart any break, will he?  “Ominis, you’re embarrassing me!” she finally managed to whine.  “I might have done that, but at least you’re not upset anymore, so I don’t regret anything. After all, I meant every word I said.” he rose her face, just enough to place his forehead against her own. “The love you have for all of us is magnetic. It’s absolutely beautiful. It’s what attracted me most to you. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my life, and I never want to lose you. All jokes aside, I hope you will actually come to me, no matter what silly thing bothers you so. I can feel when you’re upset, just as you always could with me. We are connected, the two of us, didn’t you say that - Remember, when you touched my wand, and you said you felt happy? That you felt a comforting warmth take over you? That’s what I feel whenever I’m with you. Any bit of sadness I have, simply disappears. Do you know why?” “Why?” Y/N dared to speak, though her whole being was frozen from all the heart-warming words addressed her way. “Because I love you.”

[inthewindandinthewater]

King of Frogs

A/n- Back with a one shot for Remus, this was my first time writing for him specifically and I'm a slightly mean Remus truther, so if you aren't a fan you probably won't like it :/. I didn't use y/n anywhere in this and it's second person perspective. Anyway I hope you enjoy :)

Summary: You and Remus share a little moment on a rainy day in the common room.

It was the sort of rainy evening that beckoned for a book and a mug of tea and cozy seat by the fireplace. The rain came down in sheets and the sound of it beating on the window pains could be heard echoing through the castle. The crackle of the fireplace and the feel of the plush, velvet couches of the Gryffendor common room served only to further the comforting ambience that encompassed the room.

There you sat, curled in the corner of the furthest couch from the porthole draped with a soft blanket and wrapped in your favorite cardigan. You had decided to take a break from your most recent read, a muggle novel about a murder on a train, and had taken up a much lighter tale for the evening. Between exams and the stress of being in your seventh year your brain needed the rest. So an old fairytale from your childhood would be perfect for a night such as this. 

You had been so deeply entranced by the story that you hadn’t heard the soft footsteps echoing through the porthole and over to your spot on the couch. Only when the figure now looming over you cleared its throat did you think to look up. “Oh, hello Remus.” you smiled up at him, it was a pleasant surprise to see one of your dearest friends. “Mind if I sit?” He motions to the spot next to you at the other end of the loveseat and you oblige, “of course not!” you scoot over slightly to give the taller boy enough room to be comfortable. 

“What are you reading?” He asks, peering over your shoulder to look at the pages. You laugh a little and shy away, certain that the boy whose book recommendations included Kafka and Hemmingway would find your choice of literature disappointing. “It’s nothing, just a story my mum read to me when I was younger” you replied. He took a closer look at the heading at the top of the page. “The Brothers Grimm” He read aloud, a bit incredulously. “Aren’t those a bit dark for children?” You looked up at him to see his face twisted a bit quizzically, almost as if he didn’t believe what you were saying. “My mum had a thing for horror, I guess” You shrugged off his comment. “I’ll say” he took the book from you and began reading aloud

“However, when he fell to the ground, he was no longer a frog but a prince with kind and beautiful eyes. So, in keeping with her father's wishes, she accepted him as her dear companion and husband” He read in a whimsical, floating voice that made you smile ever so slightly. As he continued to read you felt entranced by his soft voice and his warm brown eyes as they scoured the pages. Almost as if he felt your staring he ceased reading and looked over to you as he finished, “please tell me this is not your idea of romance” he drawled. You rolled your eyes and snatched the book away from him, the moment shattering like glass over the carpet. “I think it’s kind of romantic" you close the book, keeping finger in the page he'd been reading "she loves him despite his... condition” you explain. He shoots you a look “She doesn’t love him she accepts him, it’s not the same, and she only does that when he’s a human prince again. I hardly think she’s overcome anything, in fact she lucked out.” He says definitively. “And what would you know about love, Lupin?” You asked, poking him in the chest just over his heart. He grabs your wrist before you can fully retract it, “plenty” He says, his face just inches from yours. Against your wishes your cheeks heat up and your face feels unbearably hot; you pull your hand out of his grasp and shrink further into your seat on the couch. He moves away as well and you immediately regret the loss of contact. 

“Would you?” He asked quietly. You spare a glance his way only to find him still looking at you intently, “would I what?” He sighs and shifts slightly, angling his body towards yours before continuing, “Love someone even if they weren’t like you” he says softly, almost as if he's afraid of your answer “even if they were terribly cursed.” His eyes bore into you, and you shift under the weight of them. “I think I could” You say, “if I cared enough for the person it wouldn’t matter if they had a curse on them.” He smiled softly at that, it’s barely there and a rare expression for the boy, you can’t help the little bit of pride that takes over you for causing it. “Good to know” He says, staving that information away for later and standing from his spot. “I should get to bed, thanks for the read though, frog kisser” He spits the name out before striding away. 

“Remus Lupin, that is not what I said!” You call after him. “Isn’t it though?” He laughs back at you, his typical wolfish grin back on his face. “You are the worst, and you’re never invited to sit with me again!” you shoot back at him. “You wound me!” he responds, “and you don’t mean that, you like me too much” He’s leaning against the entrance of stairs to the boys dormitory now, grinning at how easily he always manages to get under your skin. “I mean it, I really do. Now go before I get Professor McGonagall to throw you out.” He chuckles at that, “Minnie would never, but as you wish” He turns then and begins to walk up the stairs, but not without a parting gesture tossed over his shoulder with a wave “Goodnight, frog kisser”

(Edit- I went back and changed some of Remus’ dialogue to be a little more true to character and less stuffy. I also fixed some spelling errors -3-)

[lightmylust]

A Cozy Autumn Morning

a fluffy Danny blurb (:

word count: 919

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His hands gently caress your head as you lay on his lap, his fingers running through your hair. When Harry Met Sally plays on the television in the background as you both drift in and out of a cat nap on the couch.

“Babe, it’s the part.. you awake?” Danny asks you in a soft voice. This was your guys’s comfort movie at the very start of the holiday season, and he knew your favorite scene was about to come on—it’s the scene when Harry confesses his love for Sally on New Year’s Eve.

“I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to start as soon as possible.”

It was your favorite quote of the entire movie. The way Harry confesses his feelings to his best friend, his words making her feel like they’re the only two people in the room. It reminded you of the way Danny made you feel—like no matter where you were, you two were the only people in the room as the rest of the world carried on in chaos.

You bring your head up and sit against him, leaning on his shoulder as this part comes on. “I love this scene…did you know that it was improvised?” you say to him, your eyes now beaming. “I didn’t…but now I do.” he responds, smiling at you. “You look so cute when you get excited about film. I love that about you. Did you know that?” he says, eyes fixed on you and mesmerized with your smile. He moves his free hand to your cheek, his other hand resting on your thigh. He gently brings your face closer to his, planting a sweet, soft kiss on your lips.

“I didn’t, but now I do.” you say softly.

“Come here,” he insists as he stands up off the couch. His large, warm hand extends to grab yours and pulls you up to meet him. As the ending scene rolls into the credits, he takes you into his arms as the music plays in the background. You loved the way his arms wrapped around you, making you feel like an an extension of him. Physical touch was never your love language—until Danny. The way he made you feel so comforted. So loved. It’s storming outside and you can both hear the rain pouring down outside against the window. There was just something about how safe he made you feel in his arms as the world outside was so gloomy and cold.

“I’m gonna make some tea, sugar. Grab our favorite blanket and meet me on the porch?” Danny suggests. “But it’s storming out there!” you say, a puzzled look on your face. “I know, but I’ll keep your warm. The overhang will keep us dry anyways.” he responds as he walks towards the kitchen. It was true, his body was always warm, and watching the rain was something he knew you loved to do during the fall.

He makes you both chamomile tea, your favorite. You grab the thick blanket from off the couch and wrap yourself in it as you walk out on the porch, waiting for him as you watch the water pour down just feet away.

Moments later he joins you, handing you your mug. He sits down and brings your legs onto his lap, rubbing them softly and pulling the blanket to cover you both. “Can I tell you something?” he asks with a shy look on his face.

“Of course.” you say, anticipating whatever is floating around in that head of curls you love so much.

“You know, sometimes…” he hesitates, a little nervousness in his voice. “…sometimes I picture us on the porch, just like this. A mug of tea in your hands, that sweet look on your face as I hand it to you. I picture us as an old, wrinkly couple enjoying moments like this decades in the future.” he says, eyes now fixated on the rain as you watch his side profile while he speaks. You can see the cracked smile forming on his lips as he finishes telling you this vulnerable thought, and he looks over to you almost as if he could sense you studying his face.

“You think about that?” you ask, your heart warm with butterflies at the idea of Danny thinking about such a sentimental subject. You had no idea thoughts like these ran through his mind. In fact, every morning a little piece of you would worry that life with him was too good to be true. That he would be gone eventually, whisked away by his endless responsibilities and realizing that he didn’t have time for little moments like these.

“Of course I do, babe.” he continues. “I picture you and I, sitting just like we are now on our porch. A bigger porch, one day, in whatever house we end up living in. A whole life of memories to think back on, and those eyes of yours that will bring me back to them every single time.” he says.

Our porch. Something about hearing him speak like this about something so far into the future made your heart flutter.

“I had no idea that you thought about things like that.” you say. “I…I think about them, too.” you say nervously. his eyes are fixated on yours now.

He looks at you with his vulnerable, brown eyes. Eyes that you could get used to looking at for the rest of your life.

“How could I not?” he responds, smiling gently. “I mean…when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” says Danny, his warm hands on your legs under the blanket as the rain pours down just a few feet away from the both of you.

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[archiveoftara]

London Boy

Part 1

"Welcome to my humble home."

With the click of the door, I was greeted by a light lavender & peppermint smell. The room was small (one bedroom flat), an open kitchen to one side and a bed on the other. A small candle was lit on the kitchen table.

Y/n instantly took off her shoes and slowly sat on her bed. I hung my jacket on the chair and looked around the cozy environment. "Your home is nice."

"hmm" she lets out a small whimper when I find her head low, trying her best to stay awake. Her flat looks exactly the way she is, mysterious. The flat is pretty clean, you can't find anything to know more about the person residing except a pile of papers on the kitchen table.

"I know but it's getting late, you should head home." She coughed. I rolled my eyes and put my palm against her forehead.

"I can't leave you like this." She gives me a confused look with those dazed eyes.

"You're burning. Where do you keep your medicines?"

"I'm fi-

"If you say 'fine' one more time, I will fire you."

"Technically Lockwood can fire me." She said with a cheeky smile. Not the smile, angel .

"You can find a box on that top shelf." She points at the kitchen. I silently thank her and start doing my work. I quickly checked her temperature which made me curse, when I felt her hand on mine. Aww she fell asleep. It's past 10 PM and the poor girl haven't had dinner yet. The least I can do is cook her a meal.

After 20 minutes or so, dinner is ready. I made some soup with all the ingredients I could find. Her fridge is empty unlike ours. Maybe she didn't got the chance to shop or maybe she eats take-out? I was lost in thoughts that I almost missed her voice.

"You're still here? Okay you're doing that thing with your eyes again. It's scary."

I chuckled and help her with the dinner. We silently had our meal and she had her medicines. I found myself on the foot of the bed. We were enjoying each other's company when she broke the silence.

"I thought you didn't like me."

Oh my god, was I that bad? I masked the hurt with a casual tone "What makes you think that?"

"I don't know..the way you make sarcastic comments when I make a mistake or maybe the way you just don't leave a chance to scold me. I know you love your job and want everything to be perfect but it hurts sometimes." She mumbles. Her eyes still dazed.

After a moment of silence, I sighed "I have a hard time with people at first but I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry for being a dickhead, it's just. Honestly, it's just I don't know how to act when you're near me. I feel so nervous--"

I was interrupted with light snores. I chuckled to myself and wrapped a blanket over the angel.

I slowly began to clean up when my eyes fell on the familiar piles of paper. I didn't want to intrude in her privacy but curiosity got the best of me. I picked up the papers carefully. It looked like bills and sketches. What is this?

*Y/n's POV*

Warm light peeked through the curtains. I groaned and snuggled deeper inside the blanket. I had the most random dream, I saw George made dinner for me and tucked me like a child. That's when I realise someone is cooking. I threw my blanket aside, froze to see him in front of my eyes.

"Good morning." His voice felt like honey dripping from his lips.

"G-Good morning." It wasn't a dream.

"How are you feeling?" He sat beside me while handing me tea.

"Much better. You- How was your sleep?"

"Not my usual kind but I managed." The sun made his honey brown eyes sparkle. stop being so pretty.

"Why didn't you go home?" I argue.

"I told you I can't leave you like this." He argued back. When did he become this bold? I tried to hide the blush. "Well..thank you."

I walk past him to cool down a bit. My flat looks so clean. Everything looks organised, no mess, no scattered papers on the table...WHERE ARE THE PAPERS???? I frantically look around when George calls me.

"Are you looking for these?" He held those sketches. The moment I dreaded the most came sooner than expected.

"I didn't know you could draw so well." He smiled.

"I'm sorry." I look down in shame. George looked perplexed.

"I came to London six months ago, escaped my toxic family. My dream was to open my own jewelry brand but it was easier said than done. I didn't have the money and you saw those bills. I needed a job to survive."

I couldn't read his face. He was standing there for like whole 5 minutes, not saying a word, deep in his thoughts. I sighed "I'm sorry George. I didn't had a choice. It was not my intention to hurt you or Lockwood or Lucy."

He still didn't say anything, zoned out. I felt my eyes sting. This is it. This is the end. "I'll submit my resignation this evening. Thank you everything George." I turn to leave the room, to hide in some corner, away from this world.

Just when I was about to step out, I felt an arm around me. I was met with those honey brown eyes which sparkled under the light.

"You're not going anywhere." He pulled me closer "We knew something was wrong. Your eyes gave in the moment I opened the door"

"I'm sorry " I whispered.

"No. I can understand.. I've been there."

"I kind of escaped my family because of certain circumstances. I'll leave that for another day. Y/n stop doubting yourself, you're the best of us."

I rolled my eyes "I'm not half as good as you George."

"Like I told you, stop doubting yourself. I'm here for you."

I think my heart skipped a beat. I can't believe I'm in his arms, The George Karim who I thought hates me.

"You're crazy."

"Normal is boring anyway." He takes my hand and leads me to the table "Besides, I'm here to help you achieve your dream. Your sketches are beautiful, we can totally nail this."

I grin at his enthusiasm. This ship is ready to sail and I have George by my side. What else do I need?

Hello readers, I'm back with a new chapter. I honestly don't know what to say about it. Not my best work, would love to hear from your side.

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

Can you please do cerise x Maddie smut please 🥺🙏 thank you

Abrupt ending and not that much smut at all sorry to say it’s because idk how to write lesbian smut and second I’m trying to fit in writing around my studying schedule

Anyway I’ll be posting the Dizzie survey in two days and it will be up for a week so make sure to vote to get the fic you want

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In the enchanted woods, the air was thick with the scent of pine and mischief. Cerise Hood leaned against a tree, her crimson cloak billowing slightly in the breeze. She was known for her fierce independence, but today, her heart raced with anticipation.

After she and Raven had gotten close, it was only natural that she got closer to Maddie as well. They were best friends, but Cerise didn’t think she’d ever get close to Maddie in this way.

Over the past few months she’d to a revelation. She was totally head over glass slippers for a certain tea loving girl.

And it sucked thinking they could never be more…

Maddie Hatter, ever the embodiment of whimsy, skipped through the forest, her vibrant hair bouncing with each step. She spotted Cerise and her grin widened, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“What are you up to Cerise?”

Cerise smirked, her dark eyes glinting with a dark hint of something ... “Just enjoying the quiet. Care to join?”

Maddie bounded over, her energy infectious. “Absolutely! But we should make it more fun!” With a flourish, she pulled out a pocket watch, its hands spinning wildly. “Let’s see where it takes us!”

The watch was colored is shades of teal, pink and yellow. The numbers unreadable to someone like Cerise who wasn’t a Wonderlandian.

Before Cerise could protest, the watch shimmered, enveloping them in a swirl of colors. When the world settled, they found themselves in a cozy, candlelit nook, filled with plush cushions and soft, inviting blankets.

“What just happened?” Cerise laughed, a mix of surprise and delight in her voice.

“Just a little magic!” Maddie replied, her grin mischievous. “Now we’re in my favorite secret spot. Perfect for a cozy chat—or something… else.”

As the words left her mouth it was as if the room got impossibly warm. Cerise half couldn’t believe what was happening.

I mean, it wasn’t every day when the girl you were over the glass slippers for whisked you away to some privet magical place.

Cerise felt her heart race. Maddie’s playful nature always drew her in, but today felt different. “What did you have in mind?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Maddie leaned closer, the warmth of her presence wrapping around Cerise like a spell. “How about we share secrets?” she suggested, mischief glinting in her eyes. “I’ll start.”

Cerise couldn’t help but smile, caught in Maddie’s web of charm. “Alright, but I’m not easily impressed.”

Maddie giggled, leaning even closer. “I once turned a teapot into a real talking hat! It was quite the adventure.”

Cerise chuckled, but her pulse quickened as their faces drew near. “Impressive. But can you keep a secret?”

Maddie nodded eagerly, her breath mingling with Cerise’s. “Absolutely!”

With a teasing grin, Cerise leaned in, their lips almost brushing. “I’ve always thought you were the most fabeulous.”

Time went still as Maddie turned to look at the girl. Cerise thought that she could hear her heart pounding.

She didn’t know why she said it. Maybe it was the atmosphere or maybe it was her over confidence. But the cat was out the bag, and the next words Maddie spoke would change everything.

Maddie’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and delight lighting her features. She thought that it was nothing short of a miracle that someone like Cerise returned her feelings.

No words were needed. Not when they were a breath apart.

With that, the distance between them vanished. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, electric and soft. The world around them faded, leaving just the two of them, tangled in a moment of magic.

Pulling away slightly, Maddie’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “So, what else do you want to do in this secret place?”

Cerise smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. “How about I show you? Paint you a picture of sorts.”

Maddie bit her lip, heat coiling within as their lips clashed together in a kiss fiery passion that connected their bodies.

Cerise waisted no time in discarding Maddie’s clothes, leaving the girl in only a pair of polka dot socks.

Not that either noticed, not when Cerises mouth was on her neck. Biting and sucking so deeply it left her breathless.

Maddie thought that if she wasn’t mad yet she’d surely be mad now.

Gripping her legs, Cerise settled between them, her tongue gliding down her neck to her collarbone as she gazed deeply into Maddie’s eyes.

Maddie let out a strangled moan as Cerises mouth envopled her chest into wet kisses of heat and pure lust, the want making her dizzy as she stared at the girl.

Her mind was swimming, lost in the vast expanses that was Cerises mouth twirling on her chest in slow circles.

The cry that left her mouth was nearly deafening as Cerise grazed with her abnormally fangs along her chest before biting down.

The all consuming heat clouded her mind and every sense she had. She wanted this moment to last longer but soon somebody was going to come looking for them.

But that didn’t mean they couldn’t stay for a little longer…

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Guys I’m trying to learn how to write lesbian smut and I feel like this is a step in the right direction so pls give me time and I’ll get there

Anyway did anyone else hear what happened to Liam from one direction 😭 like there goes my childhood but jokes aside rip babe

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!