#wheres purple and turquoise

[reislesbian]

How it feels asking for more Twi'lek skin colour and personalisation

[branmer]

i like pink but the fact that it's commonly the colour used to go 'look this gender neutral thing you need to purchase can be for laaaaadies too' makes me resent it at times

[cutieacefuck]

What's your favorite 2-color pairing? 3-color pairing?

OH this is so hard but I really like a dusty rose with a sage green but thats me being biased to 2 of my favorite colors. I also really love turquoise with purple. As for 3 color pairings, like a golden yellow with dark red and brown? Black? Something dark to contrast the brighter yellow

[deconstructthesoup]

The girls are so Shaped!

I rewatched dead boy detectives today and i cant stop thinking about them…. Dead boy detectives i miss u… palasaki i miss u

[freshthoughts2020]

[mcpostinghours]

I'm going to torment y'all with more Obey Me posting, here's what sorts of dresses I think the boys would pick for MC ( regardless of gender)

Lucifer: He can act like he's not as horny as his brothers, but I think he would imagine something super form fitting. Classy, true, but form fitting and probably black or blue or red. Feather details are a bonus.

Mammon: Thinks MC is so, SO hot, so something short and revealing, decorated in glitter and gold. Obviously something in black and gold. That being said he'd also all but faint to see them in something white and shining, loosely hanging over them like some old depictions of the gods.

Leviathan: Also horny, but also a nerd. Something with fantasy elements, and definitely at least one leg slit. He also likes oceanic colors, or orange to match him of course. Tbh his dream dress for MC would make them look like a mermaid.

Asmodeous: He's also horny (noticing a trend) but he ALSO loves fashion. I think his ideal dress would look like really really fancy lingerie. Definitely heavy on the lace, and definitely something in pink or white.

Satan: A hopeless romantic who loves fairytales? He absolutely would choose some kind of princess looking gown, with a structured bodice and fluffy skirt. Naturally he'd like something in green, or maybe purple.

Beelzebub: I feel like he doesn't think about this kind of stuff much, but if pressed he'd probably pick something short and cute. Or something that made MC's butt look good, he's totally an ass man. I feel like he'd like the color red too, or black.

Belphegor: Now he would want something that's soft and nice to touch, so probably something silk. Naturally he'd like something in purple or deep blue, super dreamy nighttime colors. It also doesn't matter how small your boobs are or if you even have them, this guy wants to see and rest his head on your cleavage. (Brat)

Diavolo: Something luxurious and regal, he wants to show MC the extent of what he can offer them. Also something white and gold, it's gonna end up looking like a wedding dress. He does not care, in fact that's a bonus. Something that glitters and makes them look even more divine. (He low-key wants to make them look more gorgeous than the angels as a flex)

Barbatos: Something slinky and formal. Something that matches the turquoise of his tail. Where Mammon would drape MC in gold, Barbatos goes for jewels. On MC's neck, chest, in their hair. He wants to see them glimmer.

Simeon: Something sweet and power blue. He prefers fabrics that drape and flow, loosely hightlighting their form. He'd never admit it but he also has a thing for dresses that are a bit transparent...

Solomon: While this asshole would probably say he'd prefer them nude, there is a legitimate answer. He would like a dress that looks like the night sky, black with glittering silver stones. Something that makes MC look as magical as he thinks they are. That being said he also wants a really REALLY high leg slit with a garter. He'd have a conniption.

Edit: I have now illustrated part of this:

[idrawprettyboys]

Whew, this picture was a doozy! I thought painting it would be easier than drawing and inking it, but I was wrong! It felt like his colors were a little different depending on whether I was looking at his in-game model or official art. I had my heart set on being more experimental with the colors, since I’ve been enjoying doing gradients lately. Things that were supposed to be gray became purple. And things that were supposed to be teal became a spectrum from teal to purple. I ended up making the picture more teal and purple than blue! I asked myself whether there was any actual blue in this picture, and then I added more blue to his armor. There was a stage where his pants looked good, but I messed it up by adding turquoise to the highlights before letting the rest of it dry, so his pants turned out a bit splotchier than I would like. After sleeping on it, and after getting some very uplifting comments, I like the picture a lot better now that it's done! It's a shame the process of creating it wasn't as fun and carefree as it could be, but now that I've gotten used to drawing him, the next one should be more enjoyable! Also, I'll get some more pens. Next time, I'll draw him with his beautiful periwinkle eyes open! <3 PS. Look closely to see his white eyeshadow! There's glitter in it, but it's hard to see it in the scan.

If you also love Fubuki, you can get this picture on a shirt, phone case, pillow, sticker, magnet, coaster, or pin on RedBubble! (The holographic sticker calls to me!)

You can also buy an art print here!

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[hpetrr]

that to the right is blue. the colors in the middle are delusional cosplayers

Is My Blue Your Blue? A visual perception test that judges what you call blue and green and compares it with others’ results. I am “bluer than 68% of the population.” Now do red/pink, red/orange, and blue/purple!

[renai-fr]

Perler Flight Banners!

Made the first of these when I made the flight flags a bit back (my flight, Light), and figured it was a good time to make the rest of the flight banners and share the designs! To the best of my ability, they're also to scale with each other, so I think they'd look pretty good if you wanted to make the whole set and put 'em on your wall or something.

Sort of also for Dergtober's first prompt ("Flight"), but uh, ran into that thing with trad media where sometimes you run out of materials, ha! This is also why they're mostly not fused (Ice and Water share most of their mid/light blue beads, for example).

(Crafting info after the break!)

First off, all of these are either 17x34 or 19x34 (these squares are 17x17 on their own). They fit fine on the larger squares, but my big squares happen to all be either bright red or bright yellow, and don't show off the colors very well. They almost all use transparent beads for structural reasons- if you want to cross-stitch these, the transparent beads are fine to ignore! I was just making them so they could theoretically hang on a wall.

Colors used (my best guess, not gospel! I get most of my beads from kits/mixed bags, and they don't always list the color names :/ )

Light: Cream/Créme, Yellow, Cheddar, Transparent

Lightning: Copper (metallic), Robin's Egg, Parrot Green, Glitter Blue, Turquoise, Transparent

Fire: Black, Cherry, Orange, Cheddar, Neon Orange, Transparent

Arcane: Pearl Pink, Cheddar, Raspberry, Pink, Light Pink

Plague: Red, Cherry, Raspberry*, Pewter, Brown, Kiwi Lime

Earth: Brown, Light Brown, Pewter, Dark Gray

Ice: Robin's Egg, Pastel Blue, Gray, Dark Gray, Toothpaste, Light Blue

Shadow: Pastel Lavender, Purple, Dark Gray, Pewter, Toothpaste, Transparent

Wind: Kiwi Lime, Dark Green, Bright Green, Yellow, Rust, Red, Transparent

Water: Denim, Turquoise, Pastel Blue, Parrot Green, Teal, White, Marshmallow, Pastel Yellow, Transparent

Nature: Olive, Bright Green, Kiwi Lime, Dark Green, Marshmallow, Cream/Créme, Transparent

(* I used Raspberry on Plague's flag because I ran out of Cranberry. Cranberry looks WAY better, but like... mismatched didn't work at all. I highly suggest using Cranberry in place of Raspberry in all places it occurs on the design!)

Another color note- when you fuse metallic beads, the shiny stuff makes a lil halo around the bead's center hole. For Lightning, since they have wires/chains on their banner/support, I figured it would work fine, but you could swap the Copper beads out for Rust and it would look good enough, I think. You do lose the shiny factor doing that, though.

A couple of these extend off of the side of the boards; better to use a bigger board for them if you have one (or like, if you have a third 17x17, sticking it to the side of the others and scooting the entire design over a peg would also work!)

As is very visible on the Light banner, it's really easy to get a faulty fuse where the boards meet. The trick where you put masking tape/painter's tape on the back of the beads before ironing (the OTHER side, and then take the tape off to iron its side, to be clear) helps a lot on multi-board fuses. You don't have to poke holes in the tape, but I find that doing so with a ballpoint pen or what have you can help a lot with keeping the beads from moving around, etc.

Happy crafting- if you end up making any of these, please ping me (or um, whatever I'm supposed to call it... still don't quite know how this site works) so I can see!

[felibrary]

synopsis: they say the ‘eyes are windows to the soul’. anyone who glances at phainon would immediately notice—the chrysos heir's cerulean gaze is solely fixated on you, starstruck and overflowing with love."

wordcount: 0.5k | content & warnings: gn!reader, tooth rotting fluff, phainon is head over heels, phainon tries cringe flirting methods gone wrong, b99 ref the ones who get it get it ; drabble

author's note: hey hoes guess who's back. 1) was at the psych ward 2) had purple hair 3) now have turquoise hair 4) fake ginger guy and i had a fight but now we're talking again..kind of

being loved means feeling safe. 

there isn’t a moment where PHAINON takes his eyes off you. he always ensures that you’re safe because who knows what dangers will strike—putting you at risk would be the least thing he’d want. 

whether that’s ensuring you get home safely, making sure you take care of yourself and aren’t neglecting your needs, affirming you whenever you feel sullen—you name it. phainon is always willing to take care of you. 

those actions are enough to make anyone falter, but for you, it’s the small things that matter. the little and what others would consider trivial gestures that make your heart race.

—

“phainon, is everything alright?” 

you throw him a worried glance as he hasn’t said anything for the past minutes, which is beyond usual for the chrysos heir. on any other occasion, he’d talk your ear off, and you’d happily listen as you nod along, but this time, he’s entirely quiet.

he, on the other hand, doesn’t seem worried in the slightest; no, on the contrary, he looks rather amused. “yes, why’d you think otherwise?” he places his chin in the palm of his hand and leans into it.

“you've been staring at me for the past minute, and i’m concerned,” you inform him while trying to study his expression—in vain, you might want to mention.

phainon chuckles, and his cerulean eyes that were surveying you take shape into crescent moons. “nothing, really. just admiring how nice you look and how lucky i am to have you.” he opens his eyes, and you can only scrutinize the way his white eyelashes flutter. 

if you wouldn’t know otherwise, you’d think phainon’s eyes were jewels the way they glimmer and gleam as they softly look at you.

—

“did you just try the triangle method on me?”

you exclaim in disbelief, as if you couldn’t believe that your boyfriend has seriously tried to swoon you by using some silly technique. when he called out your name and didn’t say anything, simply staring at you, you thought that at first, perhaps phainon was just frozen in place.

but to think that his cerulean eyes would then wander from one of yours eyes to another, eventually down to your lips and back to your eyes, would lead his eyes to glisten with something similar to mischief and…—

“oh god, please don’t tell me you just licked your lips,” you groan irritatedly.

at the mention that phainon seemed to jolt. “whaaaat?? ho…” the chrysos heir tries to play it off, by innocently looking away, but the smile that crinkled at the corners of his lips told another story.

“wanted to kiss me so bad that you tried chapping your lips by licking them, seriously?” you remark sarcastically, not expecting anything out of it.

“‘wanted to kiss me so bad’ title of your sextape,” phainon whispers in a silly voice, trying to imitate yours in the process.  “phainon!” you lightly slap him on the shoulder, cracking a smile while doing so. 

“can i still get the kiss, though?” 

it’s not the way he says it because his eyes say more than enough. those blue eyes of his were going to be the death of you at some point—you just know it.

end note: well, actually, he was just pleading like a puppy who had been kicked out by his owner, begging to be taken back

this is dedicated to the og phainon fucker who posted 10 insta stories with the same picture of phainon and different songs: @azullumi (who would've thought...) ANYWAY azul my beloved sweetheart, i cherish you more than anyone. i think especially in those times, the periods where i struggle and suffer in misery for various reasons, i remember that i have friends who care about me, and that most importantly includes you. yes, indeed, love is supposed to feel safe and whenever I'm with you i feel safe. your words are like raindrops dribbling down my skin and cleansing me from all the impurities and harms i have inflicted. you're so much more than just an online friend to me, you're my platonic soulmate and my comfort person. it's been a year since we've known each other now and that's actually so surreal, don't you think? love you lots xx

© FELIBRARY 2024. stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms or feeding them to ai is not permitted.

[whirlybirbs]

— BURNER CELL ; 1 ; DABI ; 荼毗

summary: you end up at the league's bar, unbeknownst to you or your drunk friends. you just want to go home. set in the early days of bnha. pairing: dabi / f!reader ; quirkless word count: a cool 1.6k tag: humor, maladjusted dabi meets normal adult woman, flirting, canon-based world building, slight au, univeristy student!reader a/n: this is silly and short but man i really want to write dabi pining over a normal, quirkless person and frothing at the mouth when she doesn't text back for an hour the tag | next →

What's the whole bit about 'secondary locations'...?

You're not sure how you even got roped into this — it's a Thursday, for fuck's sake. You have class tomorrow, and by the time you manage to shepherd the gaggle of girls back into their respective Ubers for the night, you won't be back at your apartment until well into the early hours of the morning. 

You wince into your beer, hoping silently that your cat won't be too mad. Mizu can stand to skip a meal here and there, after all. He's a big boy. (Literally.)

In the booth in the back corner, there's a wave of raucous, tipsy laughter from your friends and their new acquaintances. One of those guys — the one who smells like cigarettes and cheap cologne — has his arm around Nuri. She seems totally into him despite the glimpse of yakuza affiliations painting his skin beneath his purple shirt collar. 

Worry tugs at your heart just as the door to this dour, smoke-filled bar opens. A handful of denizens enter, but you pay more mind to the rows and rows of meticulously stacked liquors from behind the bar.

This place is weird. 

Unsettling. 

It's oddly silent, with some too-quiet music coming from the beat-to-shit jukebox in the corner. The loudest thing in here is the drunk conversation from the group you came in with, and the occasional tinkering of glasses from the sparse few patrons posted up in various booths. 

You lean onto the bar, sigh, and take another long swig of your stale beer.

Note to self: Kamino Ward has the most mid nightlife imaginable. 

Suddenly, someone is shambling up to the stool beside you. 

They smell like cinder and smoke. Like a fire on a cold night. It's not entirely unpleasant, but it flicks some sort of DNA-deep warning bell in the back of your mind. Fire. Run. 

Your lashes flutter over, mid-sip. Then, your eyes widen incrementally as the dawning realization of just who's sitting there slams into you. It's the sort of realization that feels like a baseball bat to the back of the head.

You muscle down the mouthful of flat beer before your lips part in silent astonishment. 

Of all the bars they picked... It had to be the League of Villains' haunt?

Because of course, it had to be. It just had to be more than some scummy, ten-years-their-senior washed-up yakuza throwing drinks at them and promising them a good time, huh? It had to be a secondary location after a too-loud, too-hot nightclub downtown. It had to be this secondary location. 

Dabi clears his throat.

You snap your jaw shut. 

"Thought you were gonna catch flies for a second there," comes a rasped, rough chirp — wholly unbothered.

He isn't looking at you. He's looking ahead, presumably trying to discern what kind of drink he wants tonight. Piercing, turquoise eyes flick about the top shelf.

You have to peel your eyes off him.

Your tongue runs along your teeth as you nod, drumming your fingers against the bar. This is bad. Not ideal. Not great. "Sorry."

You slide a look back over your shoulder and catch Nuri's horrified expression. You follow her frantic eye movement to the other side of the room — it's a screaming look over there — where you spot the other well-known heavy hitters who have carved out their spot in recent news highlights. 

You whip your head back around, mild horror set in your face as you take another pitiful swig of your shitty, shitty, shitty beer. 

This is why there's that saying about secondary locations. 

You press your palms to your eyes as you lean onto the bar. 

"What's wrong with you, pretty? Bad break-up?"

Is he... seriously talking to you right now?

You pull your hands away from your tired eyes, your lips parted again but this time in total dejection. Your make-up is a little smeared; the dark circles beneath your eyes are mostly thanks to finals, but the running mascara doesn't help. 

You're cute.

You wouldn't usually be his type, but... Touya's in a good mood tonight. 

Your eyes rake across his face. 

He isn't entirely bad-looking. The deep, purple burns serve as a reminder of just how dangerous the man before her is. The staples digging into his flesh glint in the light. Your eyes narrow in on the trifecta of piercings on his right nostril. He's tall — lanky, even. 

The bartender, the guy who you're realizing is definitely the one and only Kurogiri from those wanted posters you saw on the outskirts of campus, must have slid him the gin soda that's in his hands. He levels your gaze with his own, punctuating it with a slow sip.

"I'm sorry...?" you ask, your brows knotting.

"Y'know," he remarks casually as he leans back in his chair and sips his drink; turquoise eyes flick back over his shoulder, to the gathered booth, "S'typical — dance the night away, try to forget that gut-wrenching heartache, get a lil' sloppy... Our buddy Giran loves the heartbroken ones."

Oh. So the smelly one is Giran. Good to know.

Great. Awesome. Super duper. 

Your eyes flit shut in quiet frustration. You shake your head. "No. No, I... No, I look like this because I have friends whohave terrible taste in men. Like your buddy Giran—"

Then: "No offense."

Dabi actually laughs. It's a raspy sound — like a wheeze and a cough and a chuckle, all wrapped into one mildly unsettling package. 

"Yer funny," he remarks, pointing with the deeply scarred finger that's holding his glass, "I like that."

"Thanks," you offer up pathetically, "I sorta feel like the court jester right now."

"That so?"

"Gotta jingle my bells a bit little more so you don't turn me into a walking ashtray."

Dabi's grin aches — the staples along his burnt jaw tug lightly and glint in the light. Oh, you're fun. He leans forward onto the bar, his forearms braced against the smooth mahogany. "So you know who I am?"

You stare absently at your half-gone beer. "Yep."

You pop the 'p'. 

"That freak you out?" he asks into his drink.

"What's the answer you wanna hear?" you ask, your brows screwed up in resignation. You just want to go home. You totally want to go home with all your skin intact and no grafts needed. 

"I wanna hear your digits. What's your cell?" 

...It's relatively smooth, all things considered. It takes a second for it to even register that he's asking you that and not some phantom apparition floating somewhere behind you. You even double-take for good measure.

"Y'said you weren't all heartbroken, so I'm assuming you're free game," he supplants, "Unless you got a boy toy or somethin' — not that I care, though."

"And what if I'm some sort of nark?"

Dabi's brow quirks.

"I mean," you shake your head as you realize how bad the mere suggestion sounds, "I'm not but, you don't even know who I am—"

"—Giran wouldnta' brought you an' your little idol group here if he didn't trust you were clean—"

"Great. Awesome," you mutter, taking a long swig of your beer, "Hold on, we're not Girls' Generation—"

"Yea, but yer all pretty," he comments casually, leaning back against the bar as he spreads his legs. He takes up a lot of space. He's dangerously close to encroaching on yours, "What're you? University students?"

You sigh. "Right on the money."

"How th' hell did you all manage to land here?" he sounds incredulous. 

"I couldn't tell you," you mumble as you finish off your beer, "Nuri is the one shacked up with Giran. She met him at the last club we were at. I'm sure it's love at first sight an' all that. Couldn't stand to part ways, so we're here." 

"Riiiiight," he rasps; the gin burns his tongue, "S'a little late for a school night, ain't it, pretty?"

"You wanna tell them that?"

"Might not have to," Dabi rumbles as he juts his jaw their way, "Looks like your little troupe is on th' move."

Oh, thank god. You catch a glimpse of Nuri kissing Giran on the cheek, and the others giving their goodbyes. You're fast to reach into your way-too-little purse, snag your phone, and then unlock it with ease. Within all of five seconds, the rideshare is called. 

You hesitate.

Then, you hand him your phone.

The contact screen is open.

The grin it earns you is mildly unnerving — but there's some charm to it. He's got pretty eyes, and his voice is nice enough to listen to. He didn't incinerate you either, and he called you pretty plenty of times to feed your ego properly. 

You watch him enter his information. It's no doubt the number to some shitty burner he might not have in a week, but... whatever. 

"Thanks for the conversation," you offer weakly as you stand; Dabi is a bit shameless with the way he rakes his eyes across your figure. His version of flirting is a little rudimentary but... it's working, "And not melting my face off, I guess."

"You leak my number," he sips his drink, "No one will ever find your body."

Right.

Cool.

Awesome.

"Didn't plan on it. On that note — my ride's here."

"Get home safe, pretty."

Dabi swigs his drink. He's tracing your figure with his eyes.

"Sounds fake when you say it," you call over your shoulder with a burst of bravery as you walk backward a few steps, hand on the door as you hold it open for your friends, "Aren't you supposed to be, like, a villain or something?"

Oh, he likes you. 

And you fuckin' hate secondary locations.

[beautifulsenpai]

LUCKY TO HAVE YOU

dabi x male reader

summary | 𝖽𝖺𝖻𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋. 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌.

fandom | 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖺 (𝖻𝗇𝗁𝖺)

genre | 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐

requested | 𝗒𝖾𝗌

author’s note | 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇? 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌/𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌

the door of dabi’s and his husband’s shared house creaked wide open. dabi wobbled inside the house, eyes droopy, panting as his face covered in bruises and clothes dirty. battling heroes was definitely not an easy job.

he entered the house and lightly kicked the door closed, not bothering to shut the door with his hands. he leaned onto the door, sliding down just a tad, head hung low as his panting turned into slow and controlled. he kicked off his boots, also not bothering to take them off with his hands.

he continued to rest near the door until he heard a divine voice call out to him from the kitchen, "toya?". that was (name), his adoring husband. who would be crazy enough to date one of the most dangerous criminals in Japan, as well as marry one?!

(name) was a saint. every time he was badly injured, (name) would attend to his wounds, which he has experienced since he was a nurse. wow, imagine that a kind-hearted nurse engaged to the most wanted villain. dabi tiredly took off his dark blue jacket and threw it somewhere.

as his jacket landed somewhere, (name) had already headed out of the kitchen, and strolled where dabi was with a small kitchen towel on his hands, drying his hands. (name) was wearing a white turtleneck sweater, topped off with a blue apron that was tied nicely around his waist, and light denim shorts.

(name) looked stunning, like a cute housewife. as (name) spotted dabi’s exhausted form, his mouth curved into a smile as his eyes widened in excitement. “toya-kun!! you’re back!!”, (name) cheered in excitement as he ran to dabi, and leaped into his arms.

as (name’s) body collided with his, he spared no time wrapping his arms around (name’s) torso lovingly. (name’s) hands were pressed onto dabi’s chest softly as he nuzzled onto his chest while smiling warmly with his eyes closed, missing dabi’s embrace.

dabi couldn’t help but smile at his adoring husband. he kissed on top of (name’s) head before gently running one of his hands through (name’s) hair. “how was your day, my pretty boy?”, dabi asked as he continued to run his hand through (name’s) hair. (name) blushed, and giggled at the cute pet name.

“it was so busy! so many clients! but overall, it was great baby!~”, (name) replied with joy in his voice. (name) looked upwards to meet dabi’s gaze as he placed both of his hands onto dabi’s scarred cheeks affectionately, staring lovingly at dabi’s heavily lidded turquoise eyes as dabi stared right back at his.

it took a second to finally realize how dabi looked drained, and his face scattered with a bit of bruise and blood, probably from a hero or from his purple stapled skin that was attached to his skin. “toya, oh my..you look exhausted! your face is scattered with blood and bruises!”, (name) stammered with worry in his voice as he inspected his face more.

dabi playfully rolled his eyes with a smile. “i’m fine sweetheart, really, i am”, dabi reassured him with a smile. (name) trusted his words, but he couldn’t help but be worried for him. how he constantly gets hurt from fighting heroes, the chance he’ll get caught and will be taken away from him, and the thought keeps (name) up all night.

“i..i’m just afraid, and-”, (name) whispered, but sighed afterward as he shook his head with his eyes closed. he stared back at dabi with a smile. “why won’t you get cleaned up, dear. dinners almost ready! i made your favorite!-” (name) chimed but he remembered about the meal that was cooking in the kitchen, it’s going to burn!

(name) gasped as he released himself from dabi’s hold and ran to the kitchen. “the food!”, (name) cried as he ran into the kitchen. dabi chuckled as he thought about what (name) said. cleaning himself doesn’t sound bad at all, maybe a shower and changing into comfy clothes would do the trick, and then enjoying (name’s) delightful food. could it get better than this?

‧₊˚🎀✩ ₊🍩˚⊹♡

it can. dabi was seated on the couch, his mouth covered his mouth, muffling his moans, eyes shut as his cheeks burned red, legs spread with his sweatpants and underwear down enough for his cock to be free, and (name) was on his knees, kissing dabi’s cock.

(name’s) eyes were closed, opening them from time to time to stare up at dabi, checking if he was making dabi feel good as dabi’s cock stood proud. (name) kiss the base of the cock to the reddened tip, making it twitch.

“you’re so cute toya..so cute..~”, (name) murmured against dabi’s cock, then rubbing his cheek against it, making the tip ooze out pre-cum. dabi whined onto his hand, his cock was sensitive and the gentle kisses from (name) were making the thick meat pole writhe from pleasure.

(name) was kissing softly only on the head of dabi’s cock. dabi bit onto his bottom lip to prevent him from moaning as the tip oozed out more pre-cum, (name) didn’t mind. his tongue would lap the liquid into his mouth, swallowing the salty liquid.

(name) continue to leave a trail of kisses on his thick cock, and murmured praises that make dabi heart flutter. (name) grabbed the base of dabi’s cock, and swallowed the whole tip inside his mouth, making dabi shiver. he removed his hand from his mouth as he stared down at (name).

dabi almost spilled his hot cum inside of (name’s) mouth from seeing him looking up at him with his fuckable face. (name’s) eyes were squinted with heart-shaped pupils, and face flushed red. (name’s) tongue was swirling around the swollen red tip inside of his warm mouth.

“oh god (name)..you’re making me feel so good~”, dabi breathed as he threw his head back on the couch cushion as he felt his orgasm approaching. dabi couldn’t stop moaning, it felt too damn good. (name) pulled his head away from dabi’s cock tip with a pop, watching how his saliva trickle down to the base.

(name) started to jerk dabi’s cock, coating his hand with his spit, making lewd sounds. (name) tongue stick out as he placed the head of dabi’s cock onto his tongue, more pre-cum spilling on his tongue.

dabi's moans became louder, his hands softly gripped onto (name’s) hair to make sure that (name) would not pull away when he flooded his mouth with his seed. (name) started to jerk him even faster, “cum for me toya!~ cum all over my face as much as you want!”.

yeah..the last part was rushed..sorry

[deadhands69]

Hitching a Ride get in the church van

League of Villains x Villain Reader  Eventually: [Tomura Shigaraki x Reader]  [Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader] 

“what are the odds of two serial killers in one car?” A quick intro, no real tws for this series other than crimes committed? Unofficially a Route 66 type AU: no locations explicitly mentioned and some references are elsewhere but that's kind of the vibe.

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Money acquired, security evaded, and you need to get out of here. 

The unlocked Kia you had your eye on is gone. So much for a getaway car. 

You'll have to hitchhike. With any luck, you can steal the car from whoever picks you up and be off the grid in no time. 

One issue, the deserted road you ran down has almost no cars. The few that have passed are definitely not bold stupid enough to pick up someone dressed head to toe in black with a suspiciously bulky bag slung over their shoulder. Especially not when the windows to the nearby bank are shattered.

But you keep trying, thumb held as high in the air as you can manage. 

You're aware the sirens in the distance are searching for you and you're about to give up hope.

SKKKRRRREEEEETTTCHHHHH

A white van with the words “New Faith Church of God †” on the side swerves two lanes towards you and over the curb half a block down. 

A church van isn't what you expected, particularly one driven so recklessly, but you're not in a place to complain. 

You run to make up the distance. 

Expecting a van of grandmas, you're shocked when a heavily scarred man in his twenties dressed in all black steps out and gestures you in through the sliding door. His turquoise eyes follow as you hastily enter, sliding to an open seat by a white haired man with red eyes. You notice he also has quite a few scars.

“You're in middle,” his gruff voice mutters before he climbs in after you, taking the seat on your other side after slamming the door shut. 

The van lurches back onto the road and you're off. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you exclaim, still breathless from the sprint over. 

“Of course,” a blonde girl in the passenger seat answers, “We had to. Someone thought you were pretty.” She stares at one of the men next to you. He's... also attractive, you think to yourself. Cheeks beginning to flush. 

“Where are you headed, anyways?” asks the purple haired driver. He swerves slightly while gesturing back at you. 

“Anywhere, preferably far.”

“Well, you certainly got lucky today,” a man with a top hat and feather laughs behind you. His face completely covered by a mask. 

The silence becomes tense as they wait for you to recognize them. Unfortunately, you haven't had time (or a consistent location) to relax long enough to watch the news so you have no idea who these people are. But you do know one thing - 

“You're not really a church group, are you?”

The white haired man next to you mumbles “what gave you that idea?” Most of the others laugh. 

In the next hour, you learn a lot. Everyone introduces themselves. Their names are pretty easy to remember, you're certain most of them are made up. You debate on giving them your real name, instead going with the alias you typically use (which might as well be your actual name at this point, no one's called you anything else in years.)

You also get the feeling they're in the same boat as you: on the run in a vehicle that clearly doesn't belong to them after doing who knows what. They haven't asked you why you were in a rush to leave so you return the favor. 

At this point, they've realized you're not a threat (and definitely not about to call the heros on them) so they loosen up. You do too.

“Who wants to play a game?!” Toga asks. The two on either side of you groan but everyone else seems interested so she continues. 

“I spy with my little eye, somethinggg green!”

Turns out I spy is incredibly easy when all you can see are fields and distant mountains. After a few turns, you've tuned the game out. As have most of the others. Twice, Spinner, and Toga continue to play while everyone else begins to nap out of boredom. 

Everyone but one person. 

The gorgeous guy from earlier, who is the reason you’re here instead of a jail cell. 

He rests his hand on the seat between you, pinky brushing against your thigh. 

This will be an interesting ride.

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The following chapters start the same then split into separate Shig/Dabi routes.

This will probably be fluff/eventually suggestive, very minimal angst. I just wanted to make something light, fun, and easy.

Maybe a few smut side quests that aren't plot/are skippable, but idk yet. Those aren't written and i have no explicit plans for them.

This one is particularly short but they should all be pretty quick reads. This won't be a long series. (says everyone before dropping 20 more chapters of 5k words.)

[crow-crafting]

My first foray into dyeing fiber!

I have 4 colors of Jacquard acid dye, and I want to see what I can do with them. The colors I have are what are typically sold in one of their starter kits: Sun Yellow, Turquoise, Hot Fuschia, and Jet Black.

First up, a depth of shade exercise. I am doing five different depths of shade, 2%, 1%, 0.5%, 0.25%, and 0.125%, measured from a 1% stock solution.

I am using bare merino roving, as I do not have any bare wool yarn. I have two (approximately) 1 pound sections of this wool (actually 440g each rather than 454g which is 1 pound), so in order to do this experiment and the next one (or two, depending on how I break it apart), I tore it into approximate 10 gram sections.

I plan on separating these 10g sections lengthwise, and then spinning half of each. So I will end up with 5g of roving and 5g of yarn that was spun after dyeing. For the particular roving I was working with, 10g of wool was approximately 16.375" long. Tearing into 16.375" sections gave me pieces that weigh between 9.2g and 10.8g.

I started with 16oz leftover containers, and soaked each piece of roving. Because of work and my (lack of) energy after work, these soaked for 4 days in plain tap water.

Using the depth of shade calculations for 10g of roving, I planned to add dye as follows: 20ml for 2% dos, 10ml for 1% dos, 5ml for 0.5% dos, 2.5ml for 0.25% dos, and 1.25ml for 0.125% dos.

Using this math (20+10+5+2.5+1.25=38.75), I mixed up 0.4g of dye with 40ml of water. This did not give me much room for error with my measurements, with only 1.25ml of each color planned to be left at the end. I saved this extra dye for a possible future experiment. I weighed the dye powder with a dedicated art scale, that will never be used with food.

I gently squashed the saturated roving between my hands and added 8oz of tap water to the container I had soaked it in. I put the roving on the container's lid, next to the container. Once I had 5 container prepared, I added the appropriate amount of dye to each cup to get all 5 shades.

Once all dye had been added of one color and the containers stirred to distribute the color, I slowly lowered the roving back into the container. Because the wool was already wet, it sank into the solution easily, and the roving fluffed back up to a more normal size.

All of the roving is completely submerged, so I did not yet add any extra water or vinegar. I set the twenty containers in the garage, which seems to be about 85°F and very humid. Tomorrow morning, I might move them outside to get nice and hot.

I plan on checking the containers tomorrow at about 7pm, and added water if needed and white vinegar to assist with any dye not yet absorbed. I plan to let these soak until Monday or so, when I can get back to my dedicated dyeing equipment in order to steam set everything.

Initial note: the black seems to be a very lovely shade of dusky purple, and the yellow dye either did not dissolve fully or separated quickly, as there is quite a bit of sediment left in the yellow dye container.

Secondary note: make sure your gloves fit. Too large of gloves can make your movements clumsy, and can result in dye where you do not want it, including in the glove, and then on your hands. Remember! Acid dyes work on protein based goods, and your skin is very much protein based enough for the dye to be happy to stick and stain you. Not that I was just reminded of this, or anything. Just a random note. Pay no attention to the blue thumb.

[kingkaizen]

Hellur, saw your post about bllk and I enjoyed it LOL, I was wondering if you could do a fluff one for Sae about how he'd plan his proposal to his beloved?? You can add the same characters you did on your first post!! Teehee

∘ a/n: im so happy that you enjoyed my writing <3 thank you for this adorable request hun! i only included 3 of the boys so ofc lmk if you'd like me to write these for some of the others too!

∘ ft: sae, barou, + karasu

∘ includes: proposals <3

Sae Itoshi

➳ when it comes to proposals, sae isnt one for huge romantic gestures

➳ he believes that matters like this should be intimate, something for just the two of you to witness

➳ sae would choose a setting that would be deeply meaningful to your relationship, making the entire proposal that much more special

...

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange, pink, and purple. The beach was quiet, besides the rhythmic crashing of the waves against the shore. Sae had insisted on taking you here, a place that had always been special to the two of you. It was actually the place where you both said ‘I love you’ for the first time, and a place where countless evenings have been spent with just one another. 

Tonight felt different, though. Sae had been quieter than usual—not unusual for him, but there was a nervous energy about him that you couldn’t quite place. As you walked along the shoreline, your feet sinking slightly into the cool, damp sand, Sae suddenly stopped. His hand, warm and steady, gently tugged at yours to make you face him.

“You know,” he began, his voice softer than the breeze, “I don’t say this enough, but you’ve changed my life in ways that I can’t begin to express.” His aquamarine eyes, always so sharp and calculating, were unusually tender as they met yours. He reached into his pocket, and your heart skipped when he pulled out a small velvet box.

“I’m not good with words, and I’ve never been great at showing how I feel. But you…” He paused, taking a deep breath as his mind raced. “You make me want to be better. For you, for us, and our future.” Sae dropped to one knee, the damp sand clinging to his jeans, but he didn’t seem to care. He opened the box, revealing a simple yet elegant ring, the kind of understated beauty that matched his taste—and yours.

“Will you marry me?” he asked, his voice steady but low, as if the weight of his emotions were grounding him. “Be with me, always.” The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of your heartbeat and the sincerity in his eyes. The setting sun cast a warm glow around him, and for a moment, he looked almost ethereal.

Your answer came easily, your voice catching with emotion as you nodded, a bright smile spreading across your face. “Yes, Sae. Always.” He wasn’t one to show too much emotion, despite the years that you’ve known him. So, seeing his walls come completely down for you in this moment was something that tugged at your heart.

Relief washed over his face, and a rare, genuine smile tugged at his lips as he slipped the ring onto your finger. Standing, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as the waves lapped at your feet.

And just like that, Sae Itoshi’s heart, once so guarded, was now entirely yours.

Shoei Barou

➳ barou would definitely want a proposal that is a bit over the top, something that truly matches the vibes of your relationship

➳ nothing he ever does is half-assed, and that’s exactly his mindset going into the planning of it all

➳ he would take you somewhere beautiful and away from home to give you the ultimate experience

...

The evening air was warm, carrying the faint scent of tropical flowers and saltwater. Barou had brought you to an island paradise, a destination that took your breath away the moment you arrived. The resort he chose was as grand as you’d expect from him—luxurious villas, infinity pools, and views that stretched endlessly over turquoise waters. But tonight, Barou had completely outdone himself.

He insisted you dress up for dinner, though he refused to say why. As the sun began to set, a private car picked you up, driving through winding coastal roads until it stopped at a secluded cliffside overlooking the ocean. A pathway lined with lanterns and petals led you to a table for two, illuminated by string lights hanging above. The view was spectacular—stars just beginning to sparkle in the darkening sky, the ocean glowing softly with the last light of the sun.

Barou was already there, waiting for you, dressed sharply in a dark suit that made him look every bit the king he always claimed to be. He didn’t say much, but the way he glanced at you, his usually intense eyes softening, made your heart race. Dinner was amazing, but you could sense he was distracted. He barely touched his food, and his fingers occasionally drummed on the table. It wasn’t like him to look so nervous and out of it.Then, as dessert was served, he stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the wooden platform, startling you a bit.

“Come here,” he said, his voice low and commanding, as he offered you his hand.

You followed him to the edge of the cliff, where the ocean stretched endlessly before you. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks filled the air, a dramatic symphony that mirrored the tension building in your chest. Barou turned to face you, his expression unreadable at first. But then, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.

“You know me,” he began, his voice rough but steady. “I don’t like to share what’s mine. And you… you’re the only one who matters to me.” His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the fierce intensity in them made your knees weak. He dropped to one knee, his large frame somehow looking vulnerable against the vast backdrop of the ocean. Opening the box, he revealed a dazzling ring—a bold design, just like him, but beautiful in a way that made your breath hitch.

“I don’t do things halfway,” he said, his voice softer now but no less firm. “I want you by my side—forever. Be mine, please.”

The words were straightforward, even blunt, but you could hear the raw emotion laced beneath them. This was Barou—unapologetically himself, but giving you all of him at this moment.

Your eyes filled with tears as you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes. Of course, yes.”

A rare smile broke across his face, fleeting but genuine. He stood, sliding the ring onto your finger, and pulled you into his arms with a strength that left no doubt you were his world. As the waves roared below and the stars lit up the night sky, Barou kissed you, a promise sealed in the most perfect moment.

Karasu Tabito

➳ karasu’s proposal would be one that is both well thought out yet playful

➳ his proposal would be more on the creative side, almost making it some type of game 

➳ he would set it up to be like a mini treasure hunt where the prize is something that you were not expecting

...

The day started like any other adventure with Karasu – spontaneous, lively, and full of surprises. He handed you a small, hand-drawn map over breakfast, his signature playful grin lighting up his face.

“Today’s mission,” he said dramatically, “is to find the greatest treasure in the world. And no, it’s not me, though I know I’m a close second.” You rolled your eyes at his antics, but your heart fluttered with excitement. The map was detailed yet vague, with landmarks you recognized scattered across the city including the movie theater that has seen many of your dates, the park where you had your first picnic, and many more.

Each stop held a small clue — sometimes a riddle, sometimes a quirky message written in his bold handwriting. At the café, a barista handed you a folded note: "You’ve made it this far, adventurer. But can you find where our journey truly began? Hint: The world’s greatest hot chocolate awaits you."

Your heart raced as you pieced together the clues, each one leading you closer to a final destination that Karasu refused to reveal. His energy was infectious, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his over-the-top commentary every step of the way. Finally, the map led you to the park, where a secluded gazebo sat adorned with fairy lights and flowers. The setting sun bathed everything in a golden glow, and your breath caught at the sight. Karasu was already there, standing in the center with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Congratulations!” he called, throwing his arms wide. “You’ve solved the mystery and found the treasure!”

You laughed, walking toward him. “So, what is it? Jewelry? Hopefully some food?”

He chuckled, pulling a small, intricately decorated chest from behind his back. “The real treasure is in here,” he said, his voice softer now. When he opened it, your heart stopped. Inside was a ring, a stunning piece that sparkled like the stars starting to appear in the sky.

Karasu dropped to one knee, his usual cocky demeanor giving way to something raw and genuine. “The greatest treasure isn’t in a chest or on a map,” he said, looking up at you. “It’s you. You’re my greatest adventure, my best friend, and the only person I want to annoy for the rest of my life.”

He grinned, but his voice cracked slightly as he asked, “So, will you marry me? Be my partner in crime forever?”

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded, barely able to get the words out. “Yes! Of course, yes!”

Karasu jumped to his feet, sweeping you into his arms and spinning you around, his laughter ringing out like music. “I knew you’d say yes! Who could resist me?” he teased, though the sheer joy on his face betrayed his bravado.

As the lights twinkled around you and the stars shone overhead, you realized that life with Karasu would always be full of laughter, surprises, and love.

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[cowboylikemac]

NATIONAL ANTHEM || H.P

pairing: harry potter x reader

summary: you bring your American traditions to the burrow, including independence day.

warnings: none (if you see any please lmk!)

word count: 3k

a/n: happy fourth of july to those who celebrate!! <3

The Burrow was buzzing with typical Weasley summer chaos. You could smell wildflowers, fresh scones, and that hint of magic from Fred and George's latest failed prank. Fireflies lit up the twilight sky as stars appeared over the fields. It was the Fourth of July—not a big deal in the wizarding world, but super important to you as an American exchange student from Ilvermorny spending summer with the Weasleys before your sixth year at Hogwarts.

You were leaning against the wobbly porch rail, sipping blue-glowing lemonade that fizzed against your lips. The feeling matched the flutter in your chest when you caught Harry Potter staring at you from across the garden. His glasses caught the fading light, his hair messy as usual, but something about him was different this summer. Maybe it was his confident posture, that defiant look in his green eyes, or that cocky smirk when he caught you looking back.

"Oi, Yank," he called, walking over with his hands in his pockets and flannel sleeves rolled up. "What's with all the sparklers?" He nodded at your bundle of muggle sparklers in a jar on the table.

You raised an eyebrow, twirling your hair. "It's the Fourth of July, Potter. Independence Day. You Brits might not get it, but it's huge back home. Fireworks, freedom, you know the deal."

He snorted and leaned beside you, close enough that you smelled his cedar cologne. "Freedom, huh? I could get behind that." His voice had an edge—probably thinking beyond just holidays, with Voldemort's threat growing daily.

You studied him. Harry wasn't that skinny kid from your first year anymore. He'd grown up, all sharp jawlines and quiet intensity, with a charm that sneaked up on you. "You'd love it," you teased. "Bonfires, loud music, people blowing stuff up for fun. Totally your style."

His grin made your stomach flip—confident and a bit dangerous, like he knew exactly what effect he had on you. "I'd fit right in, then."

Before you could respond, Ginny bounced over, her red hair glowing like sunset. "Are you two flirting again, or is this just how Americans say hello?" she teased, grabbing a sparkler and twirling it.

"Bugger off, Gin," Harry said good-naturedly, nudging her. She laughed and ran back to where Ron was failing to teach Hermione broom-less Quidditch.

You turned back to Harry, noticing his lingering gaze. "So," you whispered, leaning closer. "Will you help me light these sparklers later, or are you too cool for muggle stuff because you're the Chosen One?"

He rolled his eyes, but kept smirking. "I'm not that much of a jerk. Plus, I've got some tricks planned. You'll see."

When night fell, the Burrow transformed with light and sound. Fred and George had enchanted firewood to burn in shifting colors—red, blue, white—lighting up the mismatched chairs and blankets on the grass. Someone had charmed a wireless to play music that sounded like Queen and other American artists, all sultry and yearning. It felt like a night where anything could happen.

You knelt by the garden, lighting the first sparkler with a match. It burst to life with golden sparks dancing like tiny stars. "Not bad for a muggle toy, right?" you called to Harry, who was watching you intensely from a nearby blanket.

"Not bad," he admitted, coming over. He took a sparkler but used his wand to light it, creating not just gold but a swirl of colors—purple, turquoise, red—like a tiny galaxy. "Thought I'd add some flair," he said, his voice low and challenging.

You laughed and crossed your sparkler with his, making the sparks shower together. "Show-off."

"Says the girl who brought a suitcase full of these," he shot back, eyes gleaming. "What's next, making me sing the Star-Spangled Banner?"

"Only if you beg," you teased, bumping his shoulder. The contact sent a jolt through you both—you could tell from his quick breath.

The night unfolded with laughter and magic. Ron accidentally set his sleeve on fire trying to impress Hermione, she put it out with a quick water spell and a roll of her eyes. Ginny and Luna danced barefoot in the grass. Fred and George set off mini-fireworks spelling cuss words until Mrs. Weasley chased them with a wooden spoon.

But you and Harry stayed in your own little world. You sat on the blanket, knees touching, sharing treacle tarts as music played around you. The air felt warm and full of promise. You noticed how his eyes lingered on your lips when you laughed, how his fingers brushed yours when passing a tart.

"So," he asked quietly after a while, "what's it like back home? Your Fourth of July."

You leaned back, looking at the stars. "It's loud. Messy. People grilling burgers, kids running with flags, fireworks over lakes. It's... free, you know? Like everyone forgets their problems for one night and just lives." You glanced at him, heart aching at the shadows in his eyes. "You'd love it, Harry. You deserve a night like that."

He was quiet, holding his burnt-out sparkler. "Yeah," he finally said roughly. "Sounds nice. But I don't get nights like that, do I?"

His words hit you hard. The war, the prophecy, Voldemort—it all lurked beneath this perfect summer night. Instead of saying something deep, you just did what felt right. You took his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

"You do tonight," you said softly. "Right here, with me."

Your eyes met, and the world disappeared. No war, no Dark Lord, just you two and the magic in the air. Then he leaned in and kissed you—gentle at first, then more confident, like claiming something he'd wanted for ages. The kiss tasted like lemonade and treacle, sweet and warm, with that reckless confidence you'd seen in him all summer.

When you pulled back breathless, he was grinning again, voice sassy. "Well, Yank, that's one way to celebrate."

You laughed and shoved his shoulder. "Shut up, Potter."

But he didn't. Instead, he pulled you closer, arm around your shoulders as you leaned against him, watching Fred and George's last fireworks explode—red, white, and blue, just for you. The music swelled, and all you could think about was Harry's warmth, his thumb tracing circles on your arm, and the endless promise of this summer night.

The following days were full of stolen moments—you and Harry sneaking to the orchard to practice spells (and steal more kisses). Late-night talks by the fire where he shared things he'd never told anyone about Sirius and being the Chosen One. You told him about your life back home, and he listened like every detail mattered.

One afternoon by the pond, with the sun beating down and dragonflies buzzing, he turned serious. "You know this can't last, right?" he said quietly. "Summer's gonna end, and then... back to Hogwarts, back to everything."

You propped yourself up, meeting his gaze. "I know. But I'm not scared, Harry. I'm not going anywhere." You poked his chest playfully. "I guess you're stuck with me, Chosen One."

He laughed—bright and genuine—and tackled you into the grass, tickling you until you were both breathless. "You're trouble, you know that?" he said, but his soft eyes showed he didn't mind at all.

By the time Fourth of July became a memory, the Burrow felt like home. You and Harry weren't just a summer fling—you were something more, something that could survive sixth year, the war, everything. As you packed to go back home till school started back, keeping a sparkler as a souvenir, you caught him watching from the doorway.

"What?" you smirked. "Gonna miss me already?"

He crossed the room in two steps and pulled you into a passionate, promising kiss. "Not a chance," he murmured against your lips, but the way he held you said otherwise.

And as you stood there wrapped up in each other, with the Burrow full of summer sounds, you knew for sure: this was your independence day—your sparkler-bright and heart-racing.

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