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Trickery of Snow

Illyrianwitchling's Holidrabble

Day 4 For: @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 @clockworkgraystairs ❤❤❤❤

Prompts: Jurdan + "You look even more beautiful covered in snow" & Snowball fights "I'm going to get you back for that, [name]!!

A/N: sorry if I clog your feed loves! Until I get my laptop, I can only post via mobile. I'll be be too busy the following week to back track drabbles. I'll fix it as soon as I can. Anyway enjoy!

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Cardan stood alongside Oak. Against the bark of an aged tree. Its limbs barren due to the frigid winter of the mortal world. True in Elfhame, they had "winters" where a slight chill swept through the lands and a little snow dust over the earth. The snow there however, more reminiscent of powdered sugar on doughnuts instead of actual snow.

Yet here in the Mortal lands, there was a stark difference. What was once covered in dirt and grass the brightest greens is now blanketed thickly in a shimmering white. Enough to the point, they had specialty shoes and garments for the weather. 

It took Cardan some time to get used to these puffy coats, his in black, of course, and the awkward heavy boots. Snowshoes, he remembered Jude telling him. For a while, he couldn't fathom why anyone would willingly go outside in this icy weather. The idea of sitting in warmth, in freeing clothes, a hearth alight with embers, and mulled wine sounded much his style than...snow.

Until now, this fight, for lack of a better term, was intriguing. If only for the thrill of competition. 

They busied themselves, making as many snowballs as possible before Jude finds them. Oak was somewhat surprised with how quick Cardan became at making them. Within minutes, both had eight each, tucked securely within the pocket of their hoodies.

"Ready?" Oak’s tone laced with amusement, a grin on his youthful features, "and remember," he said, crouching into the snow a gloved palm keeping his arsenal steady, "Don't hit me."

"I do know what a team is," Cardan replied as if offended—repeating the movement.

They sat behind the tree listening for Jude. Sure, since joining The Court of Shadows, she mastered the art of slyfooting. Here with the heavy fall of snow, Cardan picked up her footsteps quickly. It wasn't as loud as, say, Vivienne or Heather. Jude's steps were softer, lighter, yet there's a subtle crunch on the floor when she moved. Like the one Cardan heard a second ago. 

Oak seemed to notice the High King's reaction. Keeping his eyes and ears alert for his sister and turning to look at Cardan, pointing to himself and the left. Then Cardan and the right. The High King nodded.

"Be quick and keep low to the ground," Oak hissed.

"This is our third round of snowball. I assure you, Oak. I know the rules." Cardan replied a bit harsher than intended.

"Well, we lost the last two," Oak grumbled. 

Cardan scowled, watching him sneak off to the left side, hiding behind another tree. Before surveying the area. Looking out for his wife, he knew lurked by. 

The High King briskly moved from tree to tree. Stopping at each trunk to listen. The feather-light crunch of boots on snow guiding his way. A few minutes passed, he wasn't sure if this is working. Cardan spoke a moment too soon. Unexpectedly, Jude appeared, prowling the forest, snowball in hand, heading to Oak's location. Cardan smirked with a hint of playfulness, quietly following his wife. The Ghost trained Jude how to listen and track faerie. Cardan took every step with caution. Careful to not step on any loose branches. Keeping close to trees and inching as close as he dared to.

He caught a movement from behind a tree standing at the edge of a clearing. Immediately Cardan knew it was Oak; to his disadvantage, so did Jude. Of course, she would. Lethal, beautiful, and intelligent, he would've felt pride in his scabrous heart, had it not been for his teammate she was sprinting towards. Cardan darted in between the barren trees. Adrenaline pumping through his veins as he closed in on his wife, his darling god.

Taking a snowball from the pocket of his hoodie, Cardan pulled his arm back and swung. Watching with half-closed eyes as the rounded ball of snow soared through the sky, striking Jude on the back of the head. Glistening snow crashed against her free-flowing tresses. Like melting snow on the earthy floor. He found it striking in appearance

Jude stilled, turning gradually towards him, with a wicked glint in her eyes, stepping towards her husband.

“Three rounds and you finally landed a hit,” her steps were calculating, assessing him silently as she moved around. “I’m proud of you, husband.”

“Well, my dearest Jude, a slow learner, still learns,” he quipped, trying not to watch Oak in the back sneaking up to her. 

Unfortunately, Cardan did give his nephew away. As Jude turned, Cardan shouted, “now!” 

In rapid succession, Oak threw snowball after snowball at Jude. Cardan joined in, racing up to them, unleashing his entire stock on her. In one moment, Cardan stood tall, then another, his legs were kicked beneath him. He was falling into the soft snow below. Jude straddled him, hips over hips.

She leaned in, kissing the top of his ear, "I'm going to get you back for that Cardan." A promise, a threat, perhaps both. With Jude, one could never be too sure.

He only smiled up at her, all the confidence in the world on his smug expression, "Get me back how?"

Kissing him sweetly ignoring Oak's blatant disgust at her public display, before she spoke, "like this," his wife reached into the snow next to him, dropping the pile on his face. Cardan shook it all away. Hearing both Jude and Oak laughing at. 

"Really, Jude?"

"Does it help if I tell you, you look even more beautiful covered in snow." She laughed, like the sweetest of wines. 

"As much as I appreciate the comment, my sweet villain, I look beautiful everywhere and in everything."

"Ugh!" Shoving him into the snow and ice, "you're such an ass. Come on, Oak. Round four, you're with me."

Oak whooped and cheered, being on a team with Jude. Cardan gaped on in disbelief as the two walked away from view.

"I should've stayed inside with the mulled wine."

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Tag Yourself: Nancy Drew Game Aesthetics Edition

SCK: opening a new book for the first time, the nostalgia of VHS tapes, coca cola in a glass, remembering your locker combo, letterman jackets, watching true crime documentaries, empty high school hallways, 1950s diners, cramming before an exam

STFD: boxes of chocolates, tape recorders, the click-clack of typewriter keys, catching a taxi, shadows on the wall, stained coffee cups, sitting down to rewatch a tv show, perfume bottles, 1990s fashions

MHM: the sight of dust mixing with light, sightreading old sheet music, crystal chandeliers, old floral teacups, crystal balls, old rotary phones, grand staircases, intricate wooden floors, never-ending house projects

TRT: the glitter of diamonds, worn chessboards, snow-covered gardens, ink-covered hands, butterfly collections, cold tile floors, dull suits of armor, dusty history tomes, footsteps muffled by carpets

FIN: plush red velvet, the scent of popcorn, drawing art deco designs in the margins, worn carpets, old playing cards, the feeling there is still magic everywhere, meeting a childhood idol, movie posters on the wall, catching up with a childhood friend

SSH: jade carvings, steep stone steps, chocolate bars, being the only person in a museum gallery, clean lab coats, amazing sights through a microscope, visiting the hospital, remembering facts you've only heard once, checking the mail for your package

DOG: log cabins, the flapping of bird wings, the distant howling of dogs, the odd sensation when you can see the moon during the day, the scent of pine trees, old glass bottles, strolls along the lake shore, admiring 1920s fashion, long walks in the woods

CAR: antique roller coasters, old postcards, the golden light at dusk, loud band organ music, sounds of a carnival at night, ice cream sundaes for dessert, the delight of riding the carousel for the first time, paint-stained clothes, winning a prize from a carnival game

DDI: a steaming mug of tea on a foggy day, sea caves, light from a lighthouse piercing the fog, messages in bottles, approaching deep water, the sound of seagulls, vintage blue bicycles, spotting a whale on the horizon, crumb-topped blueberry muffins

SHA: worn plaid shirts, sunsets on the horizon, the clip-clopping of hooves, antique blanket chests, forbidden romance, mason jars of flowers, brown and blue eggs, playing piano by ear, faded rugs

CUR: leather-bound books, small potted succulents, curving staircases, old portraits, family secrets, four-poster beds, hearing strange sounds at night, food cravings, spending all day on your laptop

CLK: the ticking of an old clock, pearl and cameo jewelry, the scent of a pie baking, the whir of a sewing machine, reading in a window seat, flouncy dresses, bridges over creeks, driving around a small town, reading Shakespeare for your own enjoyment

TRN: ballet slippers, snow mixed with smoke, faded pastel embroidery, the far-off sound of train whistles, old parchment and wax seals, unwrapping a piece of salt water taffy, quirky local museums, organizing your collections and belongings, light shining through tiffany lamps

DAN: light streaming through stained glass windows, bold red lipstick, freshly baked cookies, tales from your grandparents' youth, long-lost love, twirling in a tulle skirt, the overwhelming desire to visit paris, planning out your outfit for the next day, park benches

CRE: wind in the palm trees, footprints in the sand, rustling in the jungle, small seashells, rope bridges, fruity shave ice, waves tickling your toes, the tangy taste of pineapple, watching surfers from the beach

ICE: frozen lakes, sitting by a crackling fire, snow-covered piles of logs, worn leather ice skates, paw prints, staying in bed after you've woken up, seeing your breath in the cold air, unexpected snowball fights, leather-bound journals

CRY: shadows emphasized by candlelight, dirt-caked fingernails, exploring a cemetery at night, wrought iron fences, the smell after it rains, shelves lined with tchotchkes, going back for second helpings at dinner, moonlight streaming through the window, a grandfather clock at the end of the hall

VEN: gelato cones, orange and brown buildings, soft italian songs, gold lockets, buying flowers for yourself, cobblestone courtyards, leaning over the balcony rail, the overwhelming desire to reinvent yourself, dancing like no one is watching

HAU: ocean waves hitting cliffs, hanging herb bundles, old stone fortresses, white lace and promises, wilting flower bouquets, whistling to keep yourself company, distant celtic music, simple diamond rings, sitting in a peaceful garden

RAN: old gold coins, wading in the cold ocean, a slow-moving hourglass, seeing where the sky meets the sea, old pirate legends, sand between your toes, looking down through clear water, buying yourself new clothes for vacation, eating fruit salad for breakfast

WAC: exploring a college campus, old trophies, distant cello music, milk and cookies, cardigan sweaters, texting your friends, bare tree branches, anthologies of stories, school supply shopping

TOT: wind rustling through wheat fields, creaking wooden staircases, white curtains on the window, golden hay bales, old fences lining the road, watching a storm from the porch, buying a new camera, hanging out in your favorite professor's office, sitting on a tire swing

SAW: the faint scent of cherry blossoms, origami cranes, taking a bath, hearing a new language for the first time, shards of glass, seeing your reflection in the water, buying a new stuffed animal, trying a new food on vacation, listening to your grandmother's stories

CAP: rereading favorite fairy tales, blood-red garnets, red hair in braids, mist in the forest, local legends, playing board games on rainy days, remembering your make-believe games of childhood, puffy-sleeved blouses, watching glassblowers make magic

ASH: blue roadsters, rapidly melting ice cream cones, white picket fences, pastel shop awnings, hand-lettered signs in front of shops, the act of simply being with your friends, revisiting your childhood bedroom, spending all day in an antique shop, visiting your friend's house for the first time

TMB: wind-blown sand, straw sun hats, the warmth of the afternoon, chipped statues, well-used research books, having an egypt phase as a kid, planning your next adventure, drinking cold water on a hot day, pushing your hair out of your face

DED: pencil-covered hands, well-oiled gears, the crackling of electricity, eating your favorite flavor of gummy bears, group projects, keeping to yourself at work, unironically wearing ugly sweaters, publishing your research, organizing your messy desk

GTH: peeling paint on a once-grand house, angel statues, sheet-covered furniture, porch swings, lit matches, lace masquerade masks, grand ball gowns, drinking a hot cup of tea and lemon, looking for treasures in the basement

SPY: old leather suitcases, distant memories, the lingering touch of your true love, piano keys, adrenaline rushes, popped trench coat collars, hugging your mom after not seeing her for ages, looking out the window on a train ride, hearing movie soundtracks in your head

MED: the view from the top of a mountain, the rushing sound of waterfalls, freshly dyed hair, shooting stars, wandering off the trail, vintage comic books, philosophical thoughts, binge-watching reality tv, feeling the sense of deja vu

LIE: hands coated with clay and paint, laurel wreaths, pomegranate juice, books of Greek myths, gold sandals, memorizing a monologue, flowing white gowns, spending all day in a museum gallery, exploring ancient ruins

SEA: the twinkling sound of old music boxes, a night shining with stars, cozy knit sweaters, curling up with your dog, model ships, old barrels, learning your town's history, watching gently falling snow, the beauty of the aurora borealis

MID: the dark colors of herbs, edison bulbs, copper kettles, slowly changing leaves, road trips with friends, carving a jack-o'-lantern, exploring cemeteries at night, small shops surrounding a courtyard, thinking you saw a ghost out of the corner of your eye

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Falling Stars (Sequel to Tell A Tale of You and Me) Chapter Four

Pairing: Dean Thomas x Reader

Summary: In the midst of a brewing war you fall for one of your classmates, a boy that you used to know. When you have the chance to fight against evil, you fight for what you believe in.

Chapter Summary: Dean relives the past and things that hurt him there while you and Astoria meet with a group of people in The Hog’s Head and you end up joining the DA.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing

Words: 2558

Disclaimer: I haven’t read The Order of The Phoenix in ages so the timeline may be wrong!

A/N:  Hope you guys enjoy this part!  Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

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Chapter Four - The Past Hurts

Dean watched the beautiful sprawling English countryside whizz past the window as the Hogwarts Express let out a billow of steam and picked up speed. Seamus’ and Neville’s snores distracted him as he went back to his book and Dean sighed at them as he put his book back down and rubbed the palms of his hands over his eyes. He knew that he should have been excited about the upcoming year at Hogwarts; he’d heard rumours that something big and exciting was going to happen. But, he wasn’t as excited as he should be.

Cass hadn’t written back to him all summer, he wasn’t pathetic enough to let a pretty girl be the centre of his universe but he was a little bit hurt. Dean knew that Sirius Black was Cass’ dad, and she even told him that she wouldn’t be able to contact him much over the summer. The ministry was still after her dad – as they should have been because Sirius Black was a convicted mass murderer – but he still thought he’d at least get one letter.

He supposed that he would just have to talk to her in person and see what the score was, and see if she was alright. The fact that he’d be able to talk to her properly made him feel better and he decided not to worry about Cass anymore.

Seamus and Neville joined the land of the living sometime in the afternoon when fields and moors disappeared, snow-capped mountains and lakes taking their place. Neville asked Dean and Seamus what the Quidditch World Cup was like as excitement filled his round face as he clutched his plant. The two best friends shared a wistful look as they launched into talks of the match.

“It was the best match in centuries, I’d wager,” Seamus started while Dean nodded vigorously, “me mam cried when we won.”

“Krum caught the snitch but Ireland still won, it would have gone on for days of Krum hadn’t ended the game. Bulgaria was no match for Ireland, and everyone knew it but I am dying to try out that one move, the Wronksi Feint,” Dean laughed.

Neville gaped in astonishment and awe, and there was even a little glint of jealousy in Neville’s eyes which surprised Dean, “wow! I wish that I could have gone, I asked Gran if she would get tickets but she wouldn’t,” he pouted, looking mournfully out of the window.

“Well, if you can wait about a century for England to host again then you’ll be able to go,” Seamus snickered while Dean rolled his eyes.

Finally, after a long day of travelling from London, Dean and his friends were stepping off the coaches that took them up to the school. Dean stood up on his tiptoes as he walked into the candle lit Entrance Hall, looking over the sea of people to see if he could spot Cass. A cold drawl of a laugh came from behind Dean and he swivelled around to see the pale pointed face of Draco Malfoy.

Dean scowled, he’d like nothing more than to ruin that platinum slicked back hair and give him the punching that he thoroughly deserved. Cass was standing behind Malfoy with her friend, Astoria, Cass looked so pretty. Dean opened his mouth to greet her but Malfoy suddenly began talking.

“Alright there, mudbloods?” he smirked as his eyes travelled from Dean to Seamus, and then to Neville. His eyes lingered on Neville for the longest; his lip curling as Neville nervously looked away from him, clutching his plant in one hand and his toad in the other.

Cass’ nose flared in anger and she glared at Malfoy as he used the slur but she didn’t say anything, not one thing. Her silence hurt Dean more than he had been when he didn’t hear from her all summer. This wasn’t the Cass he knew, the Cass he knew was kind and always spoke up for her friends and those who couldn’t defend themselves. What had happened to her since he saw her at the World Cup?

“Go fuck yourself, Malfoy,” Dean scowled. Malfoy smirked before walking into The Great Hall, Cass and Astoria followed him in and Cass didn’t even look in his direction.

The three boys huffed out a surprised sigh and Dean noticed that Neville looked crestfallen as they walked into The Great Hall. There was silence among them until they sat down on the cold stone benches and Neville began toying with his golden cutlery, “why didn’t she say anything? She heard what Malfoy said, she was right there. Do you think she’s alright?”

Neville’s voice was almost breaking and it saddened Dean, Cass had been the only Slytherin that had been kind to Neville, the only Slytherin that he hadn’t been shit scared of. Dean frowned and looked over at the Slytherin table to find her laughing with her friends and it made Dean angry, but he also knew that something else must be going on.

“I’m going to find out what’s wrong Neville, I promise.”

The first time that Dean had tried to talk to her was after their first Defence against the Dark Arts class with the auror, Mad-eye Moody. He was intense after having just performed the three unforgivable curses. When he said as much to Cass, she only smiled tightly before taking off down the corridor quickly.

Dean soon got tired of her endless silence so he ended up cornering her at the Yule Ball, and in hindsight he wished that he hadn’t. She looked very beautiful in silk robes of blood red, making a stark contrast against the perfect white snow. Dean’s heart thumped faster every time he looked at her but he wouldn’t let that distract him, he needed answers.

“Cass, talk to me. Why are you constantly pushing me away this year? I know things must be difficult right now with your family but I’m here for you, please just talk to me,” he rubbed his hands over her cold arms as they stood in the beautiful sparkling winter gardens.

“Dean,” she sighed, biting her lip before she rearranged her face so she looked terribly unmoved, “we shouldn’t be friends anymore, Thomas,” her voice was as cold as the winter wind.

“What?” Dean burst out laughing, this was some kind of joke, it had to be, “you’re joking right?”

“No,” her voice didn’t break or waver, in fact she looked bored, as if they were only making small talk, “I’m not joking.”

A pang of hurt jolted in Dean’s chest and he frowned at her, “come on, Cass,” he scoffed, “what did I do wrong?” Dean almost cringed at how small and pathetic his voice sounded so he cleared his throat, “you have to tell me.”

Cass shrugged, the eyes that had once been warm and soft were now hard as she looked down at her nails and kicked at a drift of snow, “I’m a Slytherin, I have to make the right choices, and you, well you’re…” she trailed off and looked up at him, her eyes roaming over him in a way that made him feel small.

What had happened to her? She was every inch the Slytherin now. In a flash, red hot anger replaced his sadness and he scoffed as he narrowed his eyes at her, “is this because I’m a Gryffindor? Or is because I’m a muggle born? Or, a mudblood as you and your friends would call me.”

Cass  had the grace to look taken aback and her eyes softened ever so slightly as she dropped them to the snowy ground, “I would never call you that,” she muttered but when she looked back up at him, her face was hard again, “we’re too different Dean, eventually we’ll go down different paths, it’s inevitable. What if Voldemort comes back? My dad’s parents were his biggest supporters, if he comes back and discovers that I’m friends with you…,” she trailed off and looked away from him as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Dean rolled his eyes, he knew where this was going and he didn’t like the ending, “you’re ashamed of me, aren’t you? Say it.”

Cass looked back at him with alarm in her eyes as the wind blew through her perfectly styled hair, “no, Dean. That’s not it.”

But, Dean shook his head as he cut her off, he’d heard enough, it was amazing how quickly he could turn against her. He was still hurt but he was angry too, angry that she thought he was unworthy, “finally, I can see who you are. I can see you clearly, I thought you were different but it turns out that you’re just like the people you claim to hate.”

There was hurt in her eyes but Dean didn’t care, he just watched her as she walked closer, “that’s settled then, goodbye Dean. Merry Christmas,” she whispered and then she was gone, with a swish of her blood red skirts.

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You shoved your hands in your coat pockets as you passed the bustling pretty centre of Hogsmeade, a particularly harsh gust of wind made you look wistfully at The Three Broomsticks. You tried not to think about the fact that it would be wonderfully warm inside and the piping hot Butterbeer would warm your body from the inside out.

Glancing behind you, you saw Astoria miserably trailing behind you and you caught the scathing glare she sent you from beneath her woollen scarf. You laughed as you shook your head as you both walked to the outskirts of the wizarding village. It was pretty out here, there were fewer cottages here with huge overgrown gardens. You would like to live in a cottage one day, a cottage with a rose garden with a pretty thatched roof. You also wanted a garden that was big enough so you could grow your own fruit and vegetables.

It wasn’t often that you came this far out of the village, you were headed to The Hog’s Head, and Hermione had asked you to meet her there and to bring only those that you trusted. Those who wouldn’t speak a word to Umbridge and Astoria were the only one that you trusted like that. Astoria hated Umbridge and the fact that the class weren’t using defensive magic, so she was a pretty safe bet. According to Hermione, she, Harry and Ron all had something to say and you knew it must be important if they were going to so much effort.

“Remind me again why we’re freezing to death in the arse end of Hogsmeade, Cass,” Astoria grumbled from beneath her thick scarf.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you slowed down so you were walking side by side, “I told you, Hermione and the others have got something to say, and I think we should hear it. If you don’t want to stay you can go but just don’t tell Pansy or anyone for that matter.”

Astoria scoffed softly as she shook her head, “I’m not leaving you, I admit this thing could be worth my time and please, I never talk to Pansy unless it’s absolutely necessary and even then, I hate her.”

You grimaced as you both walked into the pub and found that it was only slightly warmer than it was outside and it smelt of mud and hay. The Weasley twins greeted you at the door with identical grinning faces and they offered you a dirty bottle of Butterbeer, “thanks guys,” you smiled as you took it graciously. Astoria made a face at the dirty glass and she shook her head as she slipped past.

You picked your way through the small crowd and the three Gryffindors smiled at you when they realised you had come. Astoria scowled as she folded her arms and stood by your side, shaking her head but you knew that she wouldn’t leave.

“Cass, what are you doing here?” Dean laughed as he stood at your side and you noticed that he was glancing down at your scarred hand which was feeling much better, thanks to him. You almost flushed at the memory and it felt like you had both bonded a little.

You shrugged as you took a sip of Butterbeer and winced, you didn’t like it too much when it was cold, you made a mental note to go to The Three Broomsticks after this, “Hermione asked me to come, she said that it was important. She also implied that it would piss off Umbridge,” you laughed and Dean smirked.

“Any excuse, hey?”

“Absolutely,” you laughed, relishing in the way his eyes crinkled at the sides and his precious dimples made an appearance, you couldn’t get enough of him. You only waited a couple more minutes before quite a lot of other people came into the pub and Hermione finally began talking.

She started off by saying that they needed a proper teacher considering Voldemort was back and they needed to know proper defensive magic. When she mentioned Voldemort being back, a couple of people scoffed and grumbled but Hermione shut them up with a shrewd look that seemed to channel McGonagall. You had to admit that she was right, you had to protect yourselves, and you would not be on the side on Voldemort.

When Hermione told everyone that Harry could produce a proper Patronus, you gaped, that was very impressive magic, you didn’t know how to do that, “that’s amazing Harry!” at your words he flushed and shook his head.

“I’m not here to brag or anything,” he laughed nervously, “but with Voldemort being back, we need a chance to beat him or he’ll kill us all. No one should have to die like Cedric, which is why Hermione thinks it’s best that we start a club where we can learn defensive magic together. Of course, we’ll work around Quidditch practice and everything like that but I think it’s a good idea.”

It was soon settled, Hermione would let everyone know when they had a date for the first meeting and she urged everyone to keep a look out for a place where they could practice where Umbridge wouldn’t find them. You looked at Astoria who stared back at you with excitement in her eyes, “let’s do it, Cass!”

“Absolutely,” you grinned and you both made your way to the sign-up sheet. You laughed at the name, ‘Dumbledore’s Army,’ as you signed your name.

Dean had a smile on his handsome face as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, his pretty eyes gleamed as he looked at you, “I’m surprised that the both of you want to join,” he nodded at both you and Astoria.

You bit your lip and smiled at him, “of course we want to join. Do you think that just because we’re Slytherins that we’re on Voldemort’s side?”

Dean shrugged as he made a face, “I’m just pleasantly surprised Cass, I’ll see you later,” he nodded at you as he walked out into the cold weather.

Astoria smirked at you as she waggled her eyebrows, “Merlin, he is so hot, Cass. Let me know if you ever stop pining for him.”

You giggled as you linked your arm through hers, “come on, let’s go to the Three Broomsticks.”

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[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. lavender. copper. turquoise. amber. magenta. midnight. jade green. neon yellow. neon green. tan.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. metal. spirit. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. [ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. acne. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. fur. feathers. scales. webs. eyes. hands. tongue. sweat. tears. feline. chubby-faced. curvy. short. tall. busty. normal height. muscular. makeup. piercing. tattoos. dimples. plastic surgery. dyed hair. painted nails. amputation. 

[ WEAPONS ] fists. brass knuckles. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knifes. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. razors. fighting fans. 

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. topaz. jade. agate. bismuth. geodes. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. faux fur. lace. leather. silk. satin. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. granite. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. fool’s gold. fossils. sea glass. 

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. pine trees. maple trees. palm trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. lilies. hibiscus. petals. thorns. seeds. vines. roots. hay. sand. rocks. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. swamps. rainforest. petrichor. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. shooting stars. rainbows. auroras. fjords. canyons. floods. droughts. thunderstorms. tornadoes. hurricanes. tsunamis. volcanoes. earthquakes. blizzards. meteors. constellations. comets. planets. seashells. driftwood. 

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. bears. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. zebras. giraffes. cats. dogs. bunnies. cows. sheep. pigs. goats. frogs. snails. praying mantises. butterflies. bees. wasps. crows. ravens. parrots. peacocks. mice. rats. hamsters. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. phoenix. dragons. foxes. llamas. camels. 

[FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. kombucha. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. lime. cherry. pineapple. strawberry. watermelon. cranberry. bananas. mango. coconut. pomegranate. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. cakes. desserts. chocolate. vanilla. hazelnut. peppermint. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. popcorn. pretzels. soda. burgers. burritos. pizza. pasta. ambrosia. lasagna. peanut butter. curry. bacon. soup. cheese. avocado. 

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. thievery. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. cosplay. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. blogging. vlogging. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theatre. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. sitar. keyboard. drums. percussion. marching band. drama. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. partying. 

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. blazer. shirt. boots. sneakers. slip-ons. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. shorts. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. tie. watches. glasses. sun glasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. bowties. canes. bows. 

[ MUSIC ] rock. pop. jazz. rap. r&b. hip-hop. funk. alternative. classical. trance. dubstep. edm. ebm. hardstyle. blues. latin. k-pop. j-pop. ambient. new age. metal. world fusion. dancehall. reggae. soca. punk. ska. singer-songwriter. folk. country. bluegrass. swing. opera. show tunes. a capella. minimalist. avant-garde. new wave. disco. baroque. symphonic metal. soundtrack. vaporwave. glitch. house. chillout. psychedelic rock. post-rock. cabaret. trip-hop. easy listening. trap. nightcore. indie. grunge. contemporary. black metal. metalcore. emo. screamo. rockabilly. parody. industrial. electro pop. 

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. fireworks. reflections. cityscape. cathedral. mosque. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. partner. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. lies. angels. demons. fairies. elves. gnomes. 

Tagged by: @bloodofthefates​

Tagging: Anyone! 

[bloodofthefates]

STIORRA

 Muse’s Aesthetics  !!

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[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. lavender. copper. turquoise. amber. magenta. midnight. jade green. neon yellow. neon green. tan.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. metal. spirit. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. [ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. acne. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. fur. feathers. scales. webs. eyes. hands. tongue. sweat. tears. feline. chubby-faced. curvy. short. tall. busty. normal height. muscular. makeup. piercing. tattoos. dimples. plastic surgery. dyed hair. painted nails. amputation. [ WEAPONS ] fists. brass knuckles. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knifes. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. razors. fighting fans. [ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. topaz. jade. agate. bismuth. geodes. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. faux fur. lace. leather. silk. satin. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. granite. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. fool’s gold. fossils. sea glass. [ NATURE ] grass. leaves. pine trees. maple trees. palm trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. lilies. hibiscus. petals. thorns. seeds. vines. roots. hay. sand. rocks. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. swamps. rainforest. petrichor. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. shooting stars. rainbows. auroras. fjords. canyons. floods. droughts. thunderstorms. tornadoes. hurricanes. tsunamis. volcanoes. earthquakes. blizzards. meteors. constellations. comets. planets. seashells. driftwood. [ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. bears. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. zebras. giraffes. cats. dogs. bunnies. cows. sheep. pigs. goats. frogs. snails. praying mantises. butterflies. bees. wasps. crows. ravens. parrots. peacocks. mice. rats. hamsters. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. phoenix. dragons. foxes. llamas. camels. [FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. kombucha. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. lime. cherry. pineapple. strawberry. watermelon. cranberry. bananas. mango. coconut. pomegranate. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. cakes. desserts. chocolate. vanilla. hazelnut. peppermint. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. popcorn. pretzels. soda. burgers. burritos. pizza. pasta. ambrosia. lasagna. peanut butter. curry. bacon. soup. cheese. avocado. [ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. thievery. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. cosplay. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. blogging. vlogging. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theatre. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. sitar. keyboard. drums. percussion. marching band. drama. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. partying. [ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. blazer. shirt. boots. sneakers. slip-ons. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. shorts. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. tie. watches. glasses. sun glasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. bowties. canes. bows. [ MUSIC ] rock. pop. jazz. rap. r&b. hip-hop. funk. alternative. classical. trance. dubstep. edm. ebm. hardstyle. blues. latin. k-pop. j-pop. ambient. new age. metal. world fusion. dancehall. reggae. soca. punk. ska. singer-songwriter. folk. country. bluegrass. swing. opera. show tunes. a capella. minimalist. avant-garde. new wave. disco. baroque. symphonic metal. soundtrack. vaporwave. glitch. house. chillout. psychedelic rock. post-rock. cabaret. trip-hop. easy listening. trap. nightcore. indie. grunge. contemporary. black metal. metalcore. emo. screamo. rockabilly. parody. industrial. electro pop. [ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. fireworks. reflections. cityscape. cathedral. mosque. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. partner. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. lies. angels. demons. fairies. elves. gnomes. Tagged by: stolen from: @bubblegumxveil​ Tagging: @nxtawitch​ & anyone!

[daincrediblegg]

As Time Goes By (1/2)

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Co-worker!Reader Word Count: 1803

Author’s Note: Lmao so I’m deadass 3 days late with this, but I got inspired for it literally on New Years Eve, and it’s been running away from me ever since (mostly ‘cause I actually came down with a pretty bad infection, and now I’m apparently allergic to the antibiotic the doctors gave me for it. It’s not been fun the last few days). Here it is now in its final form (split into 2 parts for my own sanity and yours), and with it, I thank you all for coming in at the butt end of 2019 and playing a big part in saving my ass. All your fanfic, all your art and acceptance of mass mutual love for this boy, and whether you’ve reblogged and liked or commented on my art or what little writing I’ve done or even my dumbass tag meta, I’m incredibly humbled and screaming about it literally all the time, and I love you all. Hope to talk to more of you in 2020 to keep the clown love going strong, and I’ll see you all very soon for part 2 ;)

Arthur hadn’t really believed it when he’d been invited.

In his 33 years of life he had hardly ever been invited to anything. Birthdays, Christmas parties, dinners, drinks. If he had been offered any of these occasions, he’d often be forced to turn them down. He could justify to himself that he’d hate to leave his mother alone on any given holiday (let alone any day, with how poor her health was), but deep down, he felt the gesture empty. If he went, he’d be no more than he already was- an invisible man. Nobody to talk to, nobody to really celebrate with despite festivity cascading all around him. All because nobody really wanted the freak there anyway. Why go to all the trouble when he could be far more comfortable at home alone instead?

But when Gary had approached him one sunny Gotham winter morning as he was buttoning his golden vest, and said that the rest of the guys were planning to go to a bar on Nolan and 3rd to celebrate the New Year, he actually thought about going.

He was sweet to do so. Always nice to him. He’s sure the other guys wouldn’t think to extend such a courtesy to him, let alone want to. He knew what they thought of him, and frankly he didn’t think too highly of spending more time with them either. He was ready to make his usual excuse- that meds needed to be picked up, that his mother needed tending.

But it was four little words that Gary had said- soft enough and potent enough to make him reconsider.

“She’ll be there too.”

His eyes find her almost immediately, and Gary’s eyes follow- by the vanity, where she tugs down her wig to cover her hair- bright red spun yarn, dressed in a pair of braids. Her fluffy underskirt poking out a brilliant white under her blue polka-dot dress as she leans closer to the mirror. 

She’s lovely. Always has been. In and out of makeup. Always wishing him a good day, laughing at his jokes. She even asks for them- on days when she drags her feet up that long staircase, tired eyes hoping all the more that whatever he has for her will do the trick that he loves best- a smile, no matter how soft, and a chuckle, whether it leaves her chest or not. Anything is enough for him. 

He knows he’s going, deep down. He knows it surely as his heart starts thudding against his fragile ribs just a little harder as she smoothes her hands down her plush skirt.

“I-... I’ll think about it.” he concludes softly.

“All right. I hope you will. It’d be good to see you there, mate.”

They share smiles- genuine ones, before Gary gets back to his locker, dragging out his own jacket and wig. Just then, he sees a flash of pastel blue flutter past him, and his eyes flit up to her face, full of warmth as she waves a gentle goodbye to him. 

“Have a good day, Artie.”

Chills shoot up his spine in a rush. A hit of joy. An impossible wish, but one spoken true all the same. He wonders if there’s invisible cherubs behind him, stabbing him with arrows. 

Arthur lifts his hand, wiggling his fingers weakly as he smiles back at her.

“Have a good day…” he repeats. 

Her smile gets wider before she turns her attention to the dwarf next to him. 

“You too Gary.”

“And you!” he shouts after her, as she finally picks up her bag and trots down the stairs. He knows his eyes aren’t the only ones on her when she leaves, but he hopes that his eyes are more important than most. 

“How come she never tells me to have a good day?” Randall quips with a shrug. Gary rolls his eyes as he turns to him in reply. 

“Maybe because you’re an arse-hole.”

He laughs at that. Neither the laugh he pushes out of himself for courtesy, or the ones that force themselves out and choke him. He laughs for real, and he knows he’s going.

He has to.

His mom is nodding off, thank God. 

She’s been fed, and they’ve watched a bit of the Live Gotham New Years Celebration coverage on TV- Murray Franklin, hosting- from her bed. The lights are out, save for the soft blue glow of her TV, and it’s just enough of a sleeping potion to start putting her under. She always gets like this, in truth. Out cold long before the night really has a chance to even begin. It’s a blessing, really. Especially tonight. 

Because it gives him plenty of time to get ready. 

Sure, he doesn’t have much of a choice in what suit he wears- the only one he owns being a deep maroon, a hand-me-down from the last decade. He can’t decide how to style his hair (though he’s bathed, he’s at least managed that much, for her), whether to slick it back or keep it casual, all he has in the way of cologne is something cheap he got from the drug store on his way home from work the day Gary invited him, but he’s got the spirit. For Her. And it seems that today, it’s enough.

He gathers the necessaries from the closet before he leaves his mother to sleep, switching the tv in the living room onto the special while he prepares, dabbing the cologne to his wrists and neck, wiggling his spindly legs into his suit pants on the couch. 

Just then, as he’s buttoning up his fly, the brief commercial break ends with a quick jazz sting from the band- moved all the way downtown just for this occasion. He watches as the comedian approaches a couple. Arm in arm in the snow and smiling like they’ve won the lottery. Murray quips of how happy they are, about his own relatively new wife and how it won’t last- all in good humor. But he can’t register any of it. 

All he registers is the way the woman’s hands move around that man’s waist. He feels it himself. On him. Faint. A warm hand wrapping around him, just under his jacket, grazing over the deep blue sweater he’d dragged on this morning to go to therapy, fitting so neatly in the space between his hips and his ribs. It’s uncanny. It feels just like her.

And for just a moment the couple on the screen is gone. Replaced by another, far more handsome than the last.

Him and her. Together. Happier than the thousands of handmade smiles they paint on themselves with rich pigments in cheap grease. Hers is particularly divine. Her cheeks rosy as they lift fully to accommodate her joy. It makes his heart want to break his bones, leap right out of his chest, into the palm of her hand of its own accord. 

And they remained that way. For hours. Gotham’s imposing buildings shrinking beneath the way they look at each other, hold each other close and not just for the inevitable warmth her body brings to his. And at the stroke of midnight, he pulls her impossibly close, cupping her face when he kisses her, the cold air melting away under their shared warmth as confetti falls around them with the snow. They even get on the kiss cam. 

Gotham sweethearts. And everyone knows it.

He smiles, as the saxophone slowly pulls him out of reverie. The chilling blue light of the tv washes over him, and his hand pulls itself agonizingly from the spot it found across his abdomen, feeling his rib sticking out in his laid-back position. Murray, bundled up in scarf and woolen coat, speaks loud and clear into his microphone over a cheering crowd, ever the professional. 

“Well folks, this is it! Not much more than an hour left until the New Year! Pour some Champagne, and get your sweethearts close, and we’ll be right back after these messages.”

Panic washes over him so fast he almost tumbles over the coffee table trying to get up off the couch. 

He’s late.

Quicker and more lithe than a cat high on their nip, he tugs his sweater off, buttoning up his clean white dress shirt as fast as he can- praying he didn’t skip any buttons, or that he improperly tied his tie. 

“Happy? Where are you going?” a sleepy lilt calls from behind him.

He almost yelps, but before he can he turns to see his mother, leaning against the hallway, looking like she could pass out again right then and there. Leaving his waistcoat not fully buttoned, pulling his suit jacket on, he strides over to her and supports her sleepy form, starting to try and lead her back to bed. 

“I’m meeting some guys from work for a drink.” A half-lie, as they reach the bedroom door. Enough to not make her question why he’s dressed to the nines and the strong and heady scent coming off of him - discount eros from a bottle. She hums a little “oh”, mulling over what she should say in response. He doesn’t give her the chance. 

“I’m sorry Mom, I forgot to tell you.” Another half-lie, but it completes a full truth for her, letting him keep the solitary thought of her all to himself, even for a little while longer. 

A look of unnecessary worry strikes across Penny’s face.

“You shouldn’t drink, Happy. It could mess with your pills. And you know I don’t like you being out this late.”

He winces at that. Guilt hitting him like needles prodding his veins. It isn’t much, but it’s enough to hurt. That she doesn’t trust him to leave and make it back in one piece. That she doesn’t trust him to know himself. 

That she doesn’t trust him.

But she can’t dissuade him now.

They reach the door to her room, and they both slink in. He lets go of her once he’s sure she can make it the rest of the way to her side of the bed by herself, and swipes up his old hoodie draped over the corner that isn’t hers.

“I’ll be home by next year, I promise.” He purses his lips with a playfully disarming smile for her. She gives him a breathy chuckle of acceptance, and sits back on her bed again, pulling up the covers as she does. 

“All right, Happy. Be careful.”

He nods, tugging the hoodie over his suit- trying not to wrinkle the sleeves as best he can.

“I will, Ma.”

He blows a kiss, and before she even has the chance to give him one back, he’s picked up his wallet and keys, and he’s out the door, locking it behind him.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Beneath an Aurora Sky ch. 12

Summary: The South Pole Station is equipped for research and Edge has always made sure things run smoothly for the inhabitants. His charges are meant to follow his rules and regulations, and in turn, he makes sure they survive in the arctic temperatures. It takes plenty of hard work and determination and Edge, along with his crew, can handle both.

He wasn’t counting on one of the newest researchers. He wasn’t expecting Rus.

Tags: Spicyhoney, First Time, Arctic AU, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: So, bourbon came up with an amazing AU and did some lovely art for it: please look at it and love it.

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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven

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Already the snow was falling heavily. Edge could barely see through his goggles into the thick wall of white showing in the headlights, but he wasn’t guiding the snowmobile by the road. The GPS was still connecting thanks to the updates Alphys had made on it and he was following where it led, speeding along as fast as he dared towards Checkpoint #3. The heavy wind threatened constantly to send him veering off his path and Edge was forced to fight it, guiding the machine as it skidded and slew through the loose drifts.

He didn’t want to think of Rus trying to navigate through it, his imperfect driving skills struggling to combat winds that blew ferocious gales against anything in its path.

Edge was almost on top of the lights by the time he saw them looming out of the darkness and white. The headlamps barely cut through the snow, even from only a few feet away and he veered off to the side even as the Cat slowed. If their paths had been any further apart, they likely never would have seen each other and that was not a thought worth considering.

The Cat shuddered to a lurching stop, the door forced open against the blowing wind and Rus scrambled out, a barely visible blotch of color against the white. He skidded and slipped as he ran towards Edge, outlined in the sodium-yellow glow of the headlights.

"edge!" Whatever else he said was torn away, carried off in the blowing snow as Rus almost fell into Edge's arms. His hood was up and his skull was completely covered, bundled up as it should be in his high coat collar and goggles, but this close Edge could feel the pulse of his fear coming from his soul, rabbity and quick. Rus was scared and they didn't have time for this, every moment they were in this storm grew more dangerous. But Edge still pulled him close in one quick, hard hug.

"We need to get to shelter! Come on, the snowmobile is faster than the Cat." Edge shouted, still barely heard through the roar of the storm. He helped Rus climb on clumsily behind him, arms wrapping around him and gripping tight even through the layers of their coats.

A quick touch on the GPS changed their course to the closest emergency shelter and they were off. It was more difficult going, the piling snow clogging their path and Rus’s grip around him tightened by the moment, stranglingly so. Edge only pressed on, following the glowing screen in front of him rather than the road. The GPS flashed as they came up to the shelter and he helped Rus off, grabbing out the snow cover and hastily yanking it over the snowmobile before they waded through the drifts to get inside.

The shelter smelled musty and unused. Between the two of them, they forced the door closed and the sudden cessation of the blowing wind echoing in Edge’s head. Next to the door was a cradle and Edge slotted the portable Core device into it. The lights came on immediately and soon heat was pouring into the small room.

He silently thanked Alphys for her power modifications. Human equipment would have taken far longer and it was imperative they both get warm quickly.

All the shelters were identical, prefabricated buildings designed for survival rather than comfort. Berths were built into the wall, two on the bottom, two on top, like bunk beds, and each bed was made up with military precision, with an extra blanket folded at the foot. On the other wall was a table with two chairs and stored beneath it was an insulated bucket that held survival rations. All the shelters were checked frequently, a clipboard hanging on the wall signed off in Undyne’s stark initials. It should hold them until the storm let up.

Rus stood next to him, dripping snow on the heavy mat by the door. He started to fumble off his gloves but Edge caught his hand, stilling him.

"Keep your gear on for now,” Edge told him, “At least until the temperature is above subzero. Once it’s warmer, we'll hang everything up to dry.”

Rus nodded, then immediately disobeyed to push up his goggles. His eye lights were paler than normal, shrunken. "you came after me.”

“I did.”

“thanks." He smiled then, a little wobbly but it was there. "my hero."

“Hardly, you were on the right course.”

“i was scared shitless,” Rus went on as if he hadn’t spoken, “tried to remember everything you taught us. i was following the GPS, but i couldn’t see anything out the front window.” Now that they were safe, the shock of it was settling in. Rus was starting to shiver in a way that had nothing to do with the cold, wrapping his arms around himself and blinking too hard.

“You were doing fine,” Edge soothed. The cold and the storm weren’t the only peril now. He stripped off his gloves and took Rus’s face in his hands, chilled bone against his warmer palms. “You weren’t far from the shelter. You would have made it whether or not I came.”

“maybe,” Rus didn’t sound convinced. “wouldn’t have been able to warm it as fast, though. neat trick.”

Edge nodded warily, offering no explanation. The temperature of the small room felt fine against his bare hands and Edge started stripping off his outdoor gear, hanging it from the hooks that lined the wall next to the door. Rus took the hint and stripped off his gloves, but rather than starting on the rest he only stood blinking owlishly.

Shock, and Edge decided to give him a few minutes more to gather himself, focusing instead on his boot laces. “Did you get everything packed up at the checkpoint?”

“barely. i noticed the storm blowing in because the stars were going out, so i started loading up my gear,” Rus swallowed hard, a quiver running through him despite his heavy coat. “i swear, it was only snowing a little when i left the checkpoint, it blew in so fast.”

"It can happen that way. It's good you left when you did and that you managed to stay on the road. Otherwise, I may have driven right past you without seeing you.”

Rus shivered. "do me a favor, and let's not think about that, yeah?" He groaned, slapping his forehead. “i didn’t grab any of my equipment from the cat, my laptop, my telescope, they’re all still in it!”

“I think it should be fine,” Edge said dryly. “the neighborhood is rough, but you locked the doors. Once the storm is over, Red will get the plow running. He’ll head our way as soon as it’s safe. The snowmobile has a tracker on it and so do I. So do you, for that matter, they know where we are.”

Rus blinked, successfully distracted. “i have a tracker? Where?”

“Of course,” Edge said, amused, as Rus looked down at himself as if expecting to find someone had secreted it into his rib cage one night. “As a safety precaution.” Or in the worst-case scenario to help locate a body, but that didn’t seem comforting to mention, to either of them. “It’s sewn into the lining of your coat.”

“oh.” He almost sounded disappointed. It seemed to remind Rus he was supposed to be removing his gear. He fumbled at said coat with fingers that seemed worryingly clumsy, shaking so hard that he had to try for the zipper twice. Edge took hold of Rus’s wrists, gently but firmly, stilling him, then unzipped it himself.

He shouldn’t, it was understood that every researcher needed to be able to take basic care of themselves and their gear and on any given day, he knew very well that Rus was more than capable. Today was an outlier, the storm raging outside, and Edge’s hands didn’t care what was supposed to be; they wanted to touch Rus, feel the solid warmth of his bones as he peeled away his coat and snow pants.

Beneath the layers of his outer gear, Rus was wearing his thermals, the sleek material tight to his slender bones and also Edge’s fleece jacket. The appeal of seeing Rus in his clothing had yet to fade and Edge left it, setting their boots by the door to dry and stepping over to the small table.

"There’s plenty of rations stored here. The meals will be frozen, but there's a stove, we won’t need to enjoy any savory popsicles today."

"yum," Rus grimaced.

Privately, Edge agreed. After Bonnie’s cooking, MRE’s were a spectacularly unappealing alternative. “You scoff, but in these temperatures it’s important to keep your energy up. I can guess you’ve burned a lot of extra magic in the past couple hours to stay warm even bundled up.”

“yeah, i read the safety briefing.” Rus gave him a lopsided smile and, to Edge’s relief, finally sat at the table, easing the unnerving rattle of his bones trembling. If he hadn’t sat down soon, Edge had been about to take a damn chair to him.

“Good to hear. Have a seat and I’ll get the stove going.”

“it’s all you, betty crocker.”

It was strange, the two of them alone together in the claustrophobic confines of the shelter. The stove lit easily, one of the small pans set on a burner. Edge wasn’t an expert on small talk, but he kept a stream of light chatter going, explaining what he was doing and enlisting Rus to open packages, if only to keep Rus awake until he’d eaten. Rest was good, but they couldn’t afford for him to get sick out here. He had to replenish his magic first.

According to the packets, the rations he chose were black bean soup, along with hot cocoa packets and granola bars for dessert. Hardly the worst things he’d ever eaten. The cocoa powder was mixed with tiny, awful marshmallows and Edge didn’t even try to conceal spooning them into Rus’s mug instead.

Rus ate his fair share, helping to clean up when they were finished before slouching back into the chair. The meal seemed to have energized him, his eye lights brighter and whatever lingering upset from earlier faded beneath an increasingly sly smirk.

"so. we've got food, shelter, now all we need is a way to pass the time."

It brought to mind Edge’s thoughts of earlier, his hopes on how he might spend his evening. His guilty imaginings had been in his own room back at the station, the two of them sharing his wide, comfortable bed. The shelter was hardly the height of romance, but Rus was undeniably lovely, and temptation rose again, amongst other things.

But there was no reason to be overly eager, was there. "There's a deck of cards in the gear."

That smirk widened. "strip poker?"

He’d never survive. Instead, Edge set a finger under Rus's chin, tipping his chin up. Despite his flirtations and smirks, his sockets went round, eye lights widening as Edge murmured, "That won't be necessary.” He leaned in, hesitating with their mouths a breath apart. “Are you sure?"

"pretty damn sure,” Rus scoffed. “i've been flirting with you since the first moment we met. come on, you knew this would happen if you came after me.”

He had, of course he had. Outside, the storm was howling, trapping them here. He’d already been tired of resisting and being out here alone with Rus was making Edge forget why he ever had to begin with.

But instead of leaning in for the kiss, Edge straightened. Rus’s brow creased in confusion, the dawning uncertainty in his eye lights shifting to confusion when Edge pulled him to his feet and took the chair himself. His confusion quickly became surprise as Edge pulled him down to straddle his lap, all his light weight settling on him.

He caught on quickly, Rus draped his arms around Edge’s shoulders with cheeky amusement, “happy now?”

“Almost,” Edge whispered, and finally pulled him in. His mouth was as sweet as every memory of before, eager, his tongue exploring. Not their first kiss or even their second, but it was the first time Edge could explore at his leisure, stroking Rus’s tongue with his own, curling them together. The sound he made, soft and yearning, broke the last of Edge’s reticence. He caught Rus beneath both femurs and stood, lifting him easily even as Rus squeaked, arms and legs tightening around him.

The closest bunk was hardly two steps away and Rus’s sockets were wide as Edge lay them both on it, settling on top of him.

“ohhh,” Rus groaned, his hips jerking up as Edge rocked against him experimentally. So responsive and they’d barely begun.

It was still too cold to be lounging around bare bones, and Edge mourned the chance to see all of Rus, all that tantalizingly smooth bone he knew lay beneath his clothes. Instead, he slipped a hand beneath Rus’s thermal shirt to feel them, that silky gloss. Watching his face was nearly as good, the way Rus’s teeth parted as he gasped, his sockets scrunching closed or going wide as Edge explored his ribs, his sternum. Trailed down his spine to his pelvis and caressing the curves of his iliac crests. He paused at the waistband of his pants, fingertips lingering at the zip until Rus pushed up impatiently. The he slowly undid the button, inching the zipper downward. Until Rus intercepted his hand, fumbling with it himself and tearing open his fly.

“tease,” Rus accused, and Edge only chuckled softly.

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Edge told him. “You’ve been teasing me from the moment you stepped off the ship.”

“only because you weren’t taking the hint…ah!” Rus cut off on a gasp as Edge slipped a hand down the front of his pants, exploring cautiously. He’d never been with another skeleton Monster, but he knew Rus could form whatever he liked. Edge’s preference was to use his cock, but he was willing to be versatile.

But his curious fingers found soft, damp folds, delicate and slick to his wondering touch. Very slick, and Edge pressed a gentle finger between them, easing it inside.

Rus whimpered, slapping his hands over his face to stifle it, but a bright flush was still visible through his fingers.

"Don't be embarrassed," Edge said softly. "you're beautiful."

"don't say that!" Rus gasped. His voice broke as Edge moved his finger again, then eased another inside, both gliding easily in that wetness.

"Perhaps I can prove it to you." Edge nuzzled against his jaw, trailing kisses down to his chin, but the urge to watch him was irresistible. With every thrust of his fingers, Rus squirmed and cried out, arching up into his touch. He found an easy rhythm, coaxing more whimpers free and soon Rus was scrabbling at his shoulders, hands gripping bruisingly hard.

Only to groan in disappointment as Edge carefully withdrew.

“Wait for me,” Edge whispered. He moved to quickly shed his trousers, then helped Rus with his own, leaving him bare from the waist down. He only caught a glimpse of damp honey-gold before Rus snatched the blanket from the foot of the bed and pulled it over them both. He hadn’t seen Rus completely, but he could feel him, settling between his femurs and his own impatience guided him.

Edge took himself in hand, groaning at the feel, but it turned into a gasp as he slid inside. So tight, the passage clutching and fluttering around his length. Too tight, and beneath him, Rus tensed, fingertips digging into Edge’s rib cage as he stuttered on a breath.

“Relax,” Edge murmured, scattering kisses over his face, “easy.”

Rus squirmed, and the tightness eased fractionally, but the inward press was still difficult. Rus was blinking too hard, his gaze fixed, focused on the bunk above them and Edge paused with a frown, "Am I hurting you?"

"n-no," Rus breathed out shakily, "no, it doesn't hurt, it's just…weird. i've never done this." Shock made automatically start to pull back, what the fuck, but Rus hastily slid his legs around him, holding him in. “don’t, i mean…i’m not a virgin, it’s just…i’ve never done this.” He shifted again, frowning, and again, as if he was trying to make more room inside himself. “i usually top, this is…it feels…

Then why the hell hadn’t he said something? “Is that what you want?”

“no,” Rus shook his head, “no, i…i want it like this. just.” He reached down, a hand slithering between them and he felt Rus’s fingers moving, slick sounds as he rubbed his clit.

“there, that’s…better,” Rus moaned. He lifted his hips entreatingly and Edge obliged, pressing in deeper and the hot clasp of Rus’s body made him hiss out a breath. Rus’s legs tightened around him, one foot clipping hard against Edge’s hip and he drove forward automatically like a horse nudged by its rider. Rus cried out, trying to clutch him even closer, to follow the push and pull as Edge moved inside him.

By the end, Edge was choking on cries of his own, trying desperately to get deeper, to move faster, each an impossibility. Rus was gorgeous beneath him, writhing against the blankets, his skull tossing on the pillow as he pleaded for more, for harder, his fingers working furiously between them. Until he came, strangling out a last whine even as his body tightened gloriously around Edge, dragging him over into an orgasm that sent his vision into a spiral of white.

It was all he could do to keep from collapsing down on Rus, holding his weight up on his elbows as they panted, their bones sweaty beneath the blankets even with the chill of the room.

“Beautiful,” Edge murmured, gazing down at Rus and he was. Cheek bones flushed warm golden orange, his eye lights still languidly foggy. He looked well fucked, indulgently satisfied and it was beautiful.

That blush heightened, closer to true orange, but Rus didn’t protest again. Instead, he shifted closer, settling to rest his skull on Edge’s rib cage. They should clean up; they might be sleeping in this bed for a couple of days and Edge wasn’t about to give Undyne the satisfaction of asking why they’d needed to use so many blankets.

But Edge’s resistance was low and it was easier to simply hold Rus close, trailing a hand down his spine to fondle the intricate, sensitive joints.

Rus shivered, but he didn’t seem particularly drowsy when he said, “can i ask something?”

“I suppose that’s how it’s done,” Edge told him, amused. If they could share the intimacies of their bodies, he shouldn’t shy from a few questions.

But he wasn’t prepared when Rus asked, “how did you all end up here, anyway?”

“I believe you were about to get caught in a storm and I came after you.”

That ploy only earned him a sleepy swat. “not us, you. undyne. your goblin bro. how did a bunch of monsters end up running a south pole station?”

Edge considered that question; it wasn’t unreasonable, but somehow discussing the past always made him uncomfortable. “It wasn’t a choice,” he said at last, “Back in the Underground, I was a member of the King’s guard. It was---” He hesitated, those were memories he preferred not to dredge up, long past being pushed aside and forgotten. “--not ideal. Then the Queen returned with the Human and usurped the throne.”

He allowed Rus to draw back, settling his skull on the pillow as he blinked at Edge, unspoken questions in his eye lights.

Edge only rolled over enough to face him and went on. “She wanted all Monsters to forswear Asgore, to repent for what we did in the service of the King. Most Monsters did it, took amnesty. Undyne and I did not and when we left, Red and Alphys came with us.”

At the time, it had made sense to him. Red had been badly injured in the coup, his skull close to shattered and not expected to survive, and that left Edge with little but his pride. He and Undyne refused to humiliate themselves and grovel before the icily stoic Queen, refused to beg forgiveness for doing their duty, supposedly for the King, but in truth for the Monsters he was trying to protect. He’d expected to be executed for it. But Queen Toriel was nothing like Asgore, whose volatile temper often ended in dust. Instead, it resulted in their banishment from the Monster community.

He didn’t know how to explain any of that to Rus, how to describe his bewilderment when the Queen pronounced their sentence, the numb shock as they were cast out into the Human world, Undyne at his side as Edge carried his brother along with him, waiting for him to dust. Red proved stubborn beyond any expectations and survived, but it was a terrible time for them all.

“It turns out it was a good thing those two came with us,” Edge said at last. “Undyne and I didn't have much in the way of marketable skills past security guards, but those two got jobs working at the Science Institute.

“Then this position came up. It was only supposed to be for one term but the Institute saw a lucrative opportunity with us. We could maintain the facility better than any human could hope to and we’re better equipped to handle the long periods of darkness or sunlight without the downsides that Humans can experience. I suppose we can thank our time Underground for that much.”

He didn’t mention that one of their main purposes for accepting the position was the location being perfect for Alphys’s research into power sources. This far from most Humans, she was free to experiment and her work flourished, expanding on the Core mechanics, bettering the machine protype that saved his brother. Things she’d been too wary to research at the Institute were at her fingertips here and it benefitted them all. Someday, it might benefit the world.

Tentative fingertips brushed his cheek bone, startling Edge from his thoughts. He took that hand in his own, pressing a soft kiss to Rus’s knuckles. “I don't regret anything. We do good work here. This is home now and compared to life in the Underground, it's paradise.”

"but…?" Rus prompted softly and Edge wondered what was in his expression that made Rus ask.

Edge sighed heavily. "But time has given me a little perspective on the Queen. Back then, I thought her goal was to humiliate us. I was too angry, too caught up in our losses to see that she was trying to give us an opportunity to remain in the community without her needing to pass judgement on anything that happened beneath Asgore’s rule. Accepting amnesty would have allowed that.” Edge rubbed a thumb over Rus’s fingers, noting absently that they were slimmer than his own and in much better condition, delicately unbroken lines of bone in comparison to his scarred, pitted ones. “It doesn’t matter. It’s water under the bridge now. But I’d suggest not bringing any of this up back at the station, I doubt that Undyne and my brother have gained the same perspective.”

"not a problem,” Rus said wryly. He twisted his hand in Edge’s grasp, cupping his face with those slender fingers. “getting on either of their bad sides is low on my list.”

“What about my bad side?”

His smile turned wolfish. “i’ve had a pretty good look at all your sides now and far as i can tell, they are just fine.”

“Brat.” But it was fondly said and made for a good opportunity to steal yet another kiss, “Speaking of brats, you should have said that you’d never—”

Suddenly, Rus let out a loud, deliberate yawn, “huh, wow, so sleepy, all that excitement today just about wore me out.”

Edge sighed, exasperate, but he relented. “We will be discussing that later,” he warned.

“mmmhmm,” Rus mumbled. He burrowed into the decadent warmth of the blankets until only the top curve of his skull was still visible. Soon his pretense of sleep was a reality, his breathing slow and even. Edge didn’t sleep, only held Rus close, focusing on the way he felt in his arms and not the memories of the past that were lingering, dredged up hauntingly close to the surface.

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tbc

[heythrrdelilah]

Salted Carmel Cappuccino

A/N: THis was written as a request for @hermionejacobs​ who requested: ‘ I love you page and the holiday list idea, so I wanted to ask if you could write a Sam Winchester x reader for the hometown/new coffee shop owner prompt at Christmas time. Love you x’ 

Thank you so much for requesting! You are super sweet! Thank you for the compliment! Love Ya! I hope you enjoy! This was my favorite of all of the prompts and it was the only one requested so I’m excited quite frankly. This note is after I finished writing: Sorry that it ended so abruptly, i ended up liking it so much that i might turn it into a full fic on wattpad or AO3. If i didn’t finish it now I would get too carried away. Sorry. Also, if I do continue this, I will change up the way they get together.

Word count: 2,564 

Warnings/tags: Fluff, abrupt ending, Holiday, Hallmark level Cheesy 

Pairings: Sam x Reader au

As you stepped off the plane at 9 in the morning, you could only think of two things; where to get your morning cup of coffee, and the nearest heater. Luckily, the airport was warm after you got out of the long glass tube from the plane to the gate. You pulled your carry on behind you as you tried to remember the way to the baggage claim. It had been a while since you had been home. You helped film a baking competition in LA for the last 6 years. It was your lifelong dream and everyone knew it, however, with all of the holiday episodes and year round filming, you never made it home for holidays. This year, you managed to take a two week vacation for the holidays. You hadn’t told any of your family however. You wanted it to be a surprise. Especially to your parents. You knew that the family were all going to be at your parents house this year, your grandparents coming down from Niagara on the Lake. It was the perfect time to come home. 

Your metallic pink suitcase came slowly around the carousel, the airport being small there were only four carousels for luggage making it easy to find yours. You pulled it off and walked outside. The cold peircing your skin. This was one fact you had never missed about your hometown. It was freezing. The snow covered the ground like a thin white blanket, the morning sun barely making it glisten. The airport traffic was slow, making it easy to find a taxi. You watched the familiar town pass before you as you watched out of the window. Your old high school empty, except for Mr. Stylinski’s car, your old theater teacher. He was always there late and it seemed nothing had changed. 

As the car pulled into your old neighborhood,  you noticed that the neighbors Christmas lights were even more extravagant than you remembered. The taxi pulled next to your driveway and you stared in awe at the Gastovs sparkly lights in their trees,  fake Icecicles around their house that shown lights,  and even the inflatable Christmas land that includes a Santa,  elves,  frosty,  and a snow globe you could stand in with fake snow trickling around you by air. The snow on the ground only an accent. You stepped out into the brisk air and pulled your suitcase,  carry on,  and purse along with you.  Your parents had their usual fairy lights on the trees and plastic reindeer out front. Classics.  Your moms car was in the driveway,  meaning your dads truck was in the garage. Everything was exactly the same. You took a deep breath,  walked to your espresso colored childhood home door,  and knocked three times. You heard chattering around and a jingle of the door knob before the warm air welcomed you. Your mothers face lit up. She was taller than you, as you are a rather short individual, so when she excitedly wraps her arms around you without a word, you felt as though you were tackled. “Hey mom,” You laughed, dropping your luggage and hugging her back. You had a stream of tears rolling off of your face out of nowhere. You had not expected to be this excited to see your mom, however, all of the feelings rushed out at once. 

“(Y/N/N)... what...how… why…?” Your mom asked all of the obvious questions while in shock. You laughed and pulled away from her hug, “Let’s go inside and talk about it. I’m freezing.” She nodded, rubbing both of your arms with her palms like firewood. You walked into the familiar living room instantly feeling like you were 17 again. The suede couch against the wall,  tv against the windows by the front door. You placed your luggage down by the entrance to the hallway. The air felt like you stepped into a fire pit,  which was nice.  "Where is dad?" You asked,  walking into the kitchen. It was remodeled like you had planned. Your mom FaceTime you everyday after you had sent the money for the contractors. You two spent three months of face timing every minute you had to plan this kitchen. The marble tiles, the rose gold finishing on the white cabinets.The double ovens next to the fridge. 

Your mom walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a coffee tin. "He went to work. You know your father. He can't ever relax. Coffee is empty. How about we head downtown? Catch up over some coffee?" She smiled,  tossing the can into the trash. "Dads truck is in the garage?" You asked walking over to the door that lead to the garage.  She shrugged shaking her head, "the garage door broke yesterday so he took a cab to work. I told him to take my car but he left it in case of an emergency." She explained,  grabbing her keys. She took her purse from the table and walked back into the living room,  slipping on her boots. They were like men's work shoes but had fluffr on the top edges. She was wearing jeans and a heavy coat now. She looked at you as she opened the door,  "we need to go shopping,  it seems. Looks like you've forgotten your coat." She walked right out of the door,  you following close. She left the door unlocked. For a moment you forgot about safety,  but in this town,  neighbors watch out for each other. It was nothing like LA.  

On the car ride you explained all of the funny stories working on the baking competition show,  along with crazy LA stories in general. Your mom had missed you,  you just hadn't known how much. You made a mental note to come back more. 

Downtown,  your mom pulled into a meter-less parking spot, one thing you missed most. You got out into the brisk air and followed your mom down the brick road sidewalk. "Let's get coffee first so you can hold something warm while we shop," She opened the glass door to a shop you hadn't recognized.  The warm air and espresso smells swirled around your being. Enlightening you. "Is this place… new?" You asked,  looking around the brick walked,  wooden table,  couch filled room. Your town hadn't had any thing new in years. If it did,  it was usually a new business from someone already from town. The line was short and students were spread across couches and tables,  on their phones or laptops. It was definitely the hot spot in town for college ages to be out this early. The town had a k-12 school that also doubled as a community college. This meant most of the people who were born here,  never leave.  You were rare. 

"Well,  it has been here for about five yeaes, " She smiled.  You look at the menu,  it was quite modern. It fit the LA style you were used to. The building was fashionable to a classic coffee shop as well.  Kind of like central perk on F•R•I•E•N•D•S.  You scrunched your brows,  "the McCall girl?  She finally opened one? " You stared at the menu board in aw. The baristas was no where in sight,  explaining the line not moving. Your mom shook her head,  "No,  Scarlet teaches art for the middle school now. You wouldn't know the owner. He moved to town just for the location to open this shop.  Smart business move." You nodded.  Indeed. The first new business from an outsider in centuries. Also a coffee shop which was better than the McDonalds 20 minutes out of town. 

The line began moving and you were next.  As you saw the man behind the counter,  in a red flannel,  sleeves rolled up,  hair a little long but tucked neatly behind his ears.  His Kaliedescope eyes and kind facial features smiling down at your mom. He was making your stomach dance just by looking at him. This had to be the new outsider. "Mrs. (Y/l/n),  good morning. Your usual? Winter special?" His deep voice made your mom smile,  she nodded. His eyes darted to you.  He stood tall over even your mother. This meant he towered over you. Even behind the counter,  leaning with both palms ontop,  arms extended. "I haven't seen you before? New to town?  Mrs.  (Y/L/N),  is the perfect your guide I can say from personal experience," He spoke happily.  You smiled shaking your head but your mother chimed in,  "this is actually my daughter,  (y/n)." She interlocked her arm with yours,  wizard of Oz style. You waved, "nice to meet you…" You left a space for him to fill in his name. 

"Sam.  Sam Winchester. Wow!  Your mom here raves about you. Says you haven't been home in six years? You must like California?" There was no one in line behind you yet, so he was able to have this conversation. “It’s not too bad. I’ve wanted to come home, just never had the time,” Why were you explaining yourself to a handsome stranger? You had no idea. “Well, let me guess, sugar-free salted carmel cuppaccino… bone dry?” how the hell did he know that? You nod once, eyebrows raised and eyes widened. “You’re good,” You giggled, handing over your card. Your mom tried fighting you off but you hadn’t allowed that. He shook his head, ringing your order up and tearing off the reciept, “It’s on the house. Welcome back.” He then turned and began making the coffee. Your mom pulled you to an empty red couch against a wall with a coffee table in front. You both sat waiting. “He’s handsome isn’t he?” Your mom finally broke the silence. You burst into laughter as your mom waggled her brows at you. This was embarrassing. “He’s okay,” You lied through your teeth. Along with the looks, he was kind and charming. A perfect trio. A few minutes later, Sam had brought your drinks over, setting them on the table. “Mind if I sit? It’s a slow morning,” Sam asked, sitting in the chair across from the couch. You shook your head. Your mom looked at her phone, swiftly picked up her coffee and stood up. “Come to think of it, I have a nail appointment I made last week, I was going to cancel when you arrived, however, honey these nails need to be done, " She spoke, leaving the shop before you could protest.  You were left,  awkwardly drinking your coffee in front of this Man,  when you came to be with your family. "Your mom is really nice. she showed me around the first week, " Sam spoke,  eyeing you intensely. "She talked about you always, yet she never showed me a picture of you. Kind of a shame. You're gorgeous, " He spoke nonchalantly. 

Your cheeks turned red, you knew this because of the heat you felt radiating off of them. You were blushing. This was highly unlike you. "Um… thanks… you're um… not bad yourself," You flirt. Wait…flirting? What has gotten into you?  You are asking yourself so many questions but all of the answers were clear. He was hot. He was kind too. He leaned over the table. "Maybe I could show you around too?privately?" He asked.  You shook your head,  "I'm from here. Remember?  Also,  I am back for two weeks for my family." You laughed,  sipping your coffee. He watched you intently before quickly shuffling to his feet. He walked to the back and returned moments later. He carried a heavy tan jacket.  "Take my jacket until you find a heavy one for yourself. Or just return it after your trip.  An LA gurl must be broke with the high living expenses and al?" He placed his jacket around your shoulders and sat beside you on the couch. Wow!  What a gentlemen?  "I am not broke. I help direct and edit a baking competition show," You flick a grow at him, sipping your coffee. He leaned back nodding his head,  seemingly impressed. “So you must know a thing or two about baking?” He questioned. You shrug. You had learned a lot more while on the job, however baking was a hobby of yours. “Well, yes. However, I am better at directing and editing. Need a commercial?” You were joking, obviously, however he did not see it that way. He nods, placing his elbows on his knees, intently looking at you, “Lets do it.” 

As simple as that phrase may have been, you spent the next week setting up a commercial for him. You began spending more time with Sam, than your own family, which you didn’t mind. You two had connected in ways you never imagined you would with anyone. 

On film day, you arrived dressed warmly, wearing Sam’s jacket as you had this whole trip. If you hadn’t needed to buy a jacket you wouldn’t. You were smart with your money. The local film students at the community college have been working with you all week on this project. This was a perfect opportunity to build their portfolio and they worked for free, which Sam liked. 

“Scene!” You shout after the final shot was edited. You were pretty fast with editing, especially on commercials because they were short in length. The college students had left to finish their versions to put in their portfolios as their own, while you did the official editing. Sam walked swiftly over to you, your coffee in his hand. He sat back on the couch as you hit play. “This… this is amazing! You’re so talented!” Just then, his soft lips crashed into yours. It felt sudden. You only knew him for a week. Yes, your souls connected, maybe that is why you hadn’t pulled away. His lips were soft, warm, and had a slight hint of coffee. When he pulled away your heart sank suddenly. Had you wanted it to continue? “Sorry…” He stuttered. He looked worried, “I respect you. I promise. I just… i think you’re amazing.” Your cheeks turn bright pink as you looked at him. You press your fingers gently on your lips and giggle softly, “Since when do you drink Salted Carmel Cuppuccino’s?” He chuckled, relaxing once more. “It’s fine. I think you’re pretty amazing too,” You state, placing your hand on his knee. He lets out a deep breath, before leaning closer to you. His voice was shaky but rasp, “Stay? Your mom misses you. You could always run a show here? The city is only an hour away you could find a job there?” This was too fast for you. This wasn’t some lifetime christmas movie. “Listen… I just met you a week ago. Thats too big of a decision,” You state, feeling your heart pounding through your chest. “I get that… you feel it too though. This...this connection between us. How else am I supposed to see you? I want... this. I want you,” he has his hand on your cheek now. His palms were always warm from the coffee cups. “Facetime. Planes. For right now… that’s all this can be. A long-distance… getting to know you,” You state before getting up from your seat. You no longer could sit here and leave him hanging like this. 

You kept your word, however. When you returned to LA after your eventful trip home, you kept in touch. Talking everyday.

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HAYLEY MARSHALL

 Muse’s Aesthetics  !!

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[justanotherloveaffair]

The Layover (Part 2/2) - Chadwick x Reader One Shot

LINK TO PART 1

Summary:  You’re finally together but the interruptions continue.

Warnings: smut, oral sex, language, NSFW

Word Count: 6,877

Author’s Note:  Let it be known I have no idea what filming a movie or being on set is like and am sure all of those details are horribly inaccurate. 

Also I didn’t have a lot of time to edit this so I’m sure there are a ton of mistakes...

Taglist: @brianabreeze @sarahboseman @kumkaniudaku@grandadchadwick@supersizemeplz, @purple-apricots, @deliciousstreetkidcroissant, @ashanti-notthesinger, @onyour-right,  @maverickabull, @lavitabella87,  @fullonfrenzy,  @builtalongthewayside, @belauriette, @jaeee-http, @airis-paris14,  @fortuitoushappenings , @queentearra, @h-challa @90sinspiredgirl @wildaboutchrisevans@theunsweetenedtruth @stevesthot @afraiddreamingandloving @killmongerrss@nah-imjustfeelinit @tchallaholla @a-heretic-child @simplyyamberr@tacohead13 @heyauntieeee @big3gocandykahn + sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged, just ignore.

With the morning sun came perspective on just how much snow had fallen over night.

Outside of Chadwick’s place, several feet of snow blanketed the sidewalk and street, still collecting volume from the outpouring that continued from the heavens. Boot tracks cut through the middle by brave pedestrians who needed to get by. On the street, parked cars had a fresh, snowy makeover that would have looked beautiful if it wasn’t so inconvenient for their owners. 

You woke up to dim, grey light from the sun’s rays filtered through heavy clouds and still falling snow. To those outside trying to go about their day, the weather was wreaking havoc. But from the warmth of Chadwick’s bed, there was a quiet, simple beauty to it. A coziness that made you snuggle closer into his side.

His contented sigh when you did it alerted you that you weren’t the only one awake, taking in the quiet morning. You peeked up through your eyelashes for your first glimpse of Chadwick that wasn’t blanketed in darkness. 

There was just something about being in his embrace that fulfilled a deep yearning. FaceTime did the job, but robbed your senses of all that made him real - touch, colour, scent, feel. He was a work of art by a master’s hand, vivid perfection in every line and stroke.

He returned your look with the same quiet reverence and you both broke into cheesy smiles.

“Lovely morning,” you bit your lip, grinning.

Chadwick’s finger trailed a line down your spine, all the way down to your butt where he followed with his gaze. “Lovely indeed,” he murmured, his eyes glazing over as he drank in every part of you he could see. 

He slipped his finger underneath the garter around your waist. “Present for me?”

“Surprise,” you announced. You shuffled forward to kiss his prominent cupid’s bow, in the act giving his hand more access to the lower parts of your body for him to cup and squeeze. “Sorry I fell asleep baby,” you whispered. 

His palm was warm on your ass and he couldn’t resist giving it a hard squeeze. You had a delectable round ass, and anytime it was near Chadwick, his hands were on it, even in public. 

“Yeah you’ll be sorry alright,” he teased, playfully biting your bottom lip into his mouth. 

At that moment you both heard an electronic vibrating sound nearby. 

It was coming from Chadwick’s phone, face down on the nightstand which forced him to pick it up to see who it was. 

He sighed.

“I have to get this, it’s the director.”

Frowning at the interruption, you scooted down his body to hold your arms around his middle and listened intently as he answered the phone. It was so quiet in the room you could hear the entire conversation. The more you heard, the more you sat up, your mouth opening in protest hoping Chadwick would acknowledge your indignant expression.

Apparently the snowstorm had given them the perfect day for shooting one particular scene and they had to do it that day.

“No!” you hissed in the background.

“Isn’t there any way to do it another time? You know I’m off today – I wasn’t even supposed to be in town,” Chadwick was calm but stern in his response.

You could hear the voice on the other end and he wasn’t budging.

“Come on man,” Chadwick gave it one last shot, ending with a dramatic sigh and pressing his hand to his forehead. “Please. Just one day.”

Your blood boiled at the muffled “I’m sorry” in response. 

Chadwick’s lip was curled up but he kept his tone professional with a curt, “I’ll be there in an hour.”

He ended the call while you curled your hands into your face, holding back tears of anger and frustration.

You felt his palms touch the sides of your arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you croaked.

“Maybe this is God’s way of punishing us for having premarital sex,” he joked and you dropped your hands to make a face at him, but found his little smile and stupid joke breaking through the cracks of your angry demeanor.

“We’ve sinned a lot,” you agreed, warming and Chadwick pulled you closer to him. 

“We’re gonna sin a lot more tonight when I finally get you to myself,” his voice rumbled in his chest. Warm kisses found their way onto your neck and along your jawline, up to your ear.

“Do you really think you’ll be gone all day? What am I gonna do here?” You pouted.

He leaned back to give you his impossible to resist pleading, puppy dog eyes. “Come with me, to set. I know it’s not exciting for you, but at least we’d be near each other.”

You huffed looking outside, every inch of you protesting having to go out in the snow and having your fantasy of spending all day with Chadwick ruined. But the idea of being alone in the house without him wasn’t appealing either.

“Okay, I’ll come.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at his excited expression. “There’s just one small problem. I literally only brought one outfit…” you looked down at your lingerie with a shrug and a suggestive smile. “I didn’t think we’d be leaving this bed.”

Lost in staring at your body, Chadwick blinked the distraction out of his eyes and his gaze slid towards the ceiling in thought. “Hmm... think you can wear one of my sweaters as a dress?”

“I guess,” you laughed and he jumped down to hunt around for something appropriate. You accepted a green knit sweater and went to the bathroom to wash up and change, deciding to keep the stockings and garter on underneath. 

Together you descended the stairs and grab your jackets. Your scarf was dry and you wrapped it around your neck multiple times, covering the lower half of your face. Chadwick took similar precautions against the cold and also gave you a pair of his gloves to wear, even though they were giant on you.

A wall of snow met your mostly bare legs on the sidewalk and you yelped, trying to seek out the path others had made to avoid the snow touching you, while Chadwick began clearing the powder off of his car. 

Inside the car, the leather seats were cold and you could see your breath. Chadwick started the car while you rubbed your hands together. Once you joined traffic, it was slow going with the slippery driving conditions. 

He drove into an uncovered parking lot while you observed the nearby action. Living in New York, you were used to seeing movie sets. Big bright lights, backdrops, film cables, production assistants in bright vests, craft services tents and trailers for hair, makeup and wardrobe, as well as private ones for the bigger stars.

Thankfully, that included Chadwick who quickly led you from the car over to a large white trailer.

“You okay to hang out in here for a bit while I head to wardrobe?” 

You looked around at the sleek interior with a little private bar, books, a TV and a comfy bed and nodded.

Chadwick slid his big hands over your cool cheeks, his warm breath gusting over your lips as he kissed you. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

“I know,” you smiled. “I’ll be right here. Go on,” you kissed his forehead and watched his face until he closed the door and left you to wander around, once again snooping all over Chadwick’s other space away from you. 

You found an interesting book in his pile and were just getting absorbed in its pages when a gentle knock came at the door, followed by the door opening. Hovering in the gap was Chadwick’s immaculate face, his beard freshly groomed and his skin flawless. 

“Hey, did you want to come with? I’m heading over.”

“Oh, yes,” you jumped to action, pulling your arms through your coat and following with the scarf and gloves. 

As you followed Chadwick, you couldn’t help but think how terribly ordinary making movie magic was in reality. You took it all in as you navigated towards a black tent where a cluster of people who weren’t standing in the elements, actively setting up lighting equipment or cameras, were chatting near black chairs.

You felt a little shy even though everyone was totally normal and friendly as Chadwick introduced you around with his hand on the small of your back. Once the round of introductions were made, he turned to you.

“There’s a tent over there with some food, why don’t you go get something to eat? When you get back you can have my chair and watch.”

Your gaze followed where he was pointing and at the prospect of coffee and food, you lit up. You hadn’t eaten since you left New York and the coffee withdrawal headache was starting to kick in.

“Okay,” you said obediently and he leaned down to kiss your cheek, giving you a wink before he gently shoved you towards the white tent. You gathered your coat around you and half walked, half jogged between tents, marvelling at how the snow was continuing to fall.

The whole shooting area was in an abandoned street, where the entrance was being tightly controlled by police and production assistants to keep it clear from the public. An empty brick building was the backdrop for the scene they were shooting, which you watched with interest while chewing on a dry muffin.  Chadwick’s distinct frame was easy to spot and you watched him perform the same few movements and lines over and over until your large coffee was long gone.

The longer you were still, the colder you felt, even after you took shelter under the black tent with a fresh coffee. The frigid air on your mostly bare legs made you shiver so bad your knees were knocking together.

You started to feel your bravery and patience slipping until finally, you saw him walking back to you after the director yelled “CUT!” 

When he got close enough to you to see your body shaking, he frowned with concern and closed the distance at a jog.

“You’re freezing,” he grabbed your face.

“I’m o-oka-a-a-ay,” your teeth chattered.

“TAKE 20!” You heard a loud voice behind you, which was followed by relieved groans all around. Chadwick turned back to you as people vacated their chairs and wandered over to the white tent in search of lunch.

He cast a look over his shoulder at the retreating crowd and then turned to you, lowering his face next to yours. “Come with me,” he whispered, finding your hands and tugging you along with him away from everyone, towards his trailer.

The way Chadwick was hurrying had you suppressing a smile at what you were sure was about to happen.

The trailer door slammed shut behind you, closing behind you the cold, the wind, and the rest of the world.

As you were gripped and lifted onto a high surface, a grunt escaped you as your butt made rough contact. There was no time for questions or protest. Chadwick was already sucking on your pulse point and groaning at the taste of your skin, the feel of his tongue and lips making your body temperature rise in an instant. He dumped off his jacket, aiming and throwing it behind him, and when his hands came back to you, they began working you out of yours.

“Fuck, Y/N....” his lips broke from your skin as he ogled the sight of his hands running up the sides of your stockings, discovering the ribbons of your garter belt you were still wearing. “So sexy,” he hissed, fingering the thin straps. 

At the touch of his hot hands on your upper thigh, you arched towards him, rubbing your silk-covered center against his pants. It occurred to you that you were grinding on his character’s costume and if Chadwick didn’t care, neither did you. 

It had been too many weeks since the last time and you were overcome with need, so you weren’t exactly feeling delicate and careful about removing his clothes. Chadwick had to take over from your ripping and pulling to remove the pants and button up shirt of his costume as rapidly and efficiently as he could. While he did, you lifted the sweater over your head and savoured Chadwick’s expression at seeing you braless underneath.

He sighed on your neck. “I wish we had more time,” he moaned with regret. Your legs circled his hips and pulled his naked lower half against you, relishing in the press of steely warmth of his trapped dick against your panties. 

“Plenty of time later,” you murmured as he nibbled your neck and began to grind himself against you. Gratifying yourself on the animal need for each other was all you would have time for right now. You reached down and pulled your panties aside, and Chadwick was there, holding himself still to guide himself into you. “Do it Daddy,” you whispered encouragingly in his ear, “Give me what I’ve been missing.”

You both groaned loudly when he thrust suddenly forward. Your nails bit into his back while you whimpered at all those inches you weren’t used to anymore. 

“You okay baby?” His hips grinded slightly in a circle, deep inside you.

“Oh, yeah” you breathed out, awed by the sensations he gave you that made your toys, your only companion for the last month, so disappointing in comparison. 

Once Chadwick was sure you were fully adjusted, he didn’t hold back. His large hands gripped your body to keep you still and all you had to do was hold on for the ride. He soon had your breasts bouncing, your voice straining in high pitched gasps, your skin slapping against his as he grunted and gave you his all.

There was no way the trailer wasn’t rocking from side to side, nor was it possible anyone in the vicinity weren’t hearing your screams. 

Chadwick’s face was between your breasts, his fingertips clutching on your skin pulling you towards him and you were sure you were going to pass out from the intense fucking. Your orgasm was within reach, with just a slight move of your hips, his angle started to grind your clit and your hands flew to his face, your mouth dropping open in a O. 

“You gonna cum on this dick, huh? You gon cum for Daddy?” You heard him grunt and you started to unravel the second you heard his words. 

“Ye—eeeesssss!!” You, Chadwick, and everyone nearby were privy to your loud cry of pleasure. Holding your thighs around him, he slammed deep in you and unloaded as your inner muscles gripped him. His sounds of pleasure joined yours, the trailer filling with the intermingling cries of relief from two lovers who’d been separated too long.

You eased your body backwards, each breath coming almost painfully from effort and Chadwick’s eyes twinkled down at you. You both smiled around your ragged breathing, a shared moment of connection you couldn’t wait to repeat later.

The moment ended too soon. He stepped back and quickly dressed, the twenty minute break almost up. You had no interest in getting dressed again yourself and going back out into the cold, especially now that the trailer was steamy from sex.

“You okay if I hang out in here?” You swayed your stocking-clad legs side to side.

Chadwick paused in his haste to kiss you and run his fingers over your cheek, while his other hand stole a squeeze of your ass. “Course. It’s freezing out there. I’ll come get you when we’re done.”

“I’ll be waiting,” you nipped his lip. 

When he was gone, you pulled the sweater back on, grabbed his book and wandered over to the bed, where you collapsed with happy satisfaction and drifted off into a nap after only reading a few sentences.

You were amazed to find that after waking up from a two hour nap, Chadwick still hadn’t come back. The first thing you noticed when you sat up was that the snow outside had stopped. 

You considered going back outside, and ultimately decided to but only because you already missed his face.

You shrugged on your coat, and returning outside you could have sworn it had gotten colder, even though the snow had stopped and the clouds were starting to clear. 

From the looks of it, the production was still in full swing. From getting to know this strange world through Chadwick, you appreciated your office job more than ever. Standing outside in the cold all day, waiting for hours and shooting take after take was much more bland and boring than anyone realized. 

You spotted him at the director’s tent, sitting in his chair watching a monitor with narrowed eyes that opened in surprise and delight when he saw you. 

Even for as long as you’d been together, giddy excitement still possessed you at the sight of him. Your heart pounded that much faster as the smile spread across his face, and his arms reached to snatch you up and pull you into his lap.

You laughed, feeling a bit self conscious at the attention as he nuzzled you, his lap already warming the backside of your body.

“We’re almost done Y/N,” he murmured at your ear, making you tingle. “Just watching some footage. Have a good nap?”

“I did,” you accepted his snuggles and attention while in front of you, a monitor attached to expensive looking portable equipment was showing scenes shot that day. Surrounding you were a handful of people sitting in chairs or standing in a huddle which thankfully blocked out some of the wind. You were the only non-industry attendee and nobody questioned why you were there. 

A few minutes later, the director stood from his chair and turned around, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Alright, great stuff today everyone, that’s a wrap!” He clapped his hands together, prompting cheers and applause in a wide circle all around you. You and Chadwick joined in more enthusiastically than anyone, because it meant you could finally go home and fuck again.

As you were climbing down from the chair with Chadwick’s hand firmly in yours, the director turned to him. 

“Oh hey Chadwick, I was hoping we could chat a bit – I don’t mean to take more time away from your lady, but can you spare a few minutes?”

You felt his body stiffen next to yours, as you did the same. 

He hesitated and looked to you, searching your face for either disapproval or permission. You couldn’t dictate either way, so you settled for a noncommittal shrug.

“Ok, sure, I have a few minutes,” he responded with emphasis on the words a few minutes. 

“Promise it won’t be long. Can I just show you something I noticed?” he started walking back to the monitors and when his face was turned, Chadwick made you smile with one of his patented eye rolls so sassy it used every muscle in his face. 

You lingered nearby watching everyone around you pack up equipment and half-listened to the low, serious tones of Chadwick’s intense conversation, not really paying attention to the words. They were still talking as film cables were rolled up onto giant wheels, loaded into the back of white trucks that soon drove away. The debate continued until hardly anyone remained and you were once again shivering, teeth chattering at the cold breeze swirling up your coat.

You were just about to head back to the trailer to seek warm shelter when finally their conversation wrapped up.

Chadwick turned to you and immediately wrapped his arms around your shivering body. “I’m sorry…” he looked remorsefully down at you. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Y—y-o-u k-know of a-a-n-y wa-a-ys to w-w-warm me u-up?” You tried to sound suggestive and sexy but your chattering jaws made you stutter and you both laughed. 

“I do,” he answered smoothly, wrapping one arm around your side as you both began to walk to his car. “I’ve got a hot bath with your name on it when we get home.”

Under the glow of street lamps, you walked hand in hand from the car to his front door step. He let you in first, then firmly shut out the cold, frigid air you’d been standing in for half the day. The chill had set in to your bones, a damp, wet cold typical of the East coast winter that was hard to shake.

Chadwick hung your jackets, then spun you around so you were facing the stairs, his warm hands on your shoulders and the tickle of his beard at your ear as his honey-smooth voice murmured into your neck, “Now go up and get naked in the bathroom. Daddy’s gonna run you a hot bath.” 

He gently smacked your behind while you bit back a grin. Finally, you were going to have him all to yourself. 

You hurried up the stairs and you both made a beeline for the bathroom. He bent to turn on the water of the deep, jetted tub while you whipped the sweater over your head.

“I’ve been dying to use this tub,” he thought out loud. “Been thinking of all kinds of ways I wanna have you in here.” 

“Oh? Like what?” You raised your eyebrow, pleased at hearing how much he thought about you.

He looked over his shoulder from where he was kneeling next to the porcelain tub, a hungry look raking over your body from your toes to your chest. “You’re about to find out,” he smiled. 

Right now, you couldn’t think of anything better than hot water and Chadwick’s glistening, naked, wet skin surrounding you.

You raised your foot onto the edge of the tub, presenting your stocking covered calves and thigh. “Will you do the honors?” You tugged on the garter strap, pulling it loose from the top of the lace.

Chadwick’s smiling lips met your upper thigh where he left a dirty french kiss with plenty of tongue as his fingers peeled back the silk until it was rolled all the way down your leg. He gently lifted your other leg to do the same thing, his teeth raking slightly on your sensitive inner thigh and you shivered. 

The tub was half full already and he quickly finished undressing. It had been too long since you’d last seen Chadwick naked. Your eyes went right to where his abdomen tapered down into a V, to his thick, beautiful dick. You were longing to treat it with the attention and love it deserved. 

He stepped over the lip of the tub and reached for you. With both your hands in his, you daintily stepped into the hot water, and followed his lead to sit down as he arranged his limbs behind you, encouraging you to rest back against his chest. 

As soon as you were in place, using his shoulder as your headrest, with his much bigger thighs and knees next to yours and the water covering both of your bodies, he reached out to crank off the tap and the water slowed to a drip. At that moment, true contentment finally settled into your bones. Your previously freezing skin was now warm and sweating and Chadwick had his arms crossed over your belly, hugging you tight, his breath next to your ear. You had the whole night ahead with him. Everything was right with the world. 

All you heard was the occasional plink of water from the tap, Chadwick’s breathing and your own. Silence and contentment took you both. There was plenty of time for sex, right now was about the intimacy of your bodies, reconnecting in a steamy cocoon. 

Your fingertips traced the skin of his arms and he responded with kisses on your neck. Occasionally he would make the slightest little moan or sigh that you felt through your whole body. You wanted to pinch yourself, thinking about this moment where you were finally in his arms after missing it for so long.

As if hearing your thoughts, he murmured, “I’ve missed you so much.” 

You hugged his arms under the water and he squeezed back. “I’m useless without you. I’ve been a wreck.” 

“I can’t wait to come home.” He lifted his hand out of the water, spreading his fingers and you pressed your palm to his. Chadwick’s fingers were so long, they completely engulfed yours. 

He lowered his hand onto your body and cupped your soft breast, the silky feel of his touch making your eyes lull closed in pleasure. He wasn’t satisfied with one breast and soon filled his other palm, gently massaging both. Your nipples became hard and he lazily toyed with them, pinching in teasing passes. Immediately, arousal started to electrify your core and make you want more of his fingers elsewhere, and your legs fell open to encourage it. 

One hand broke away to travel down your belly towards your crotch. No matter how many years with him passed, the anticipation for the touch of Chadwick’s hand on you still made you lose your breath. His fingers slid down until he covered your pussy fully. He pressed down firmly and rubbed up and down in a flat handed gesture that made your clit sing with each pass. You grabbed Chadwick’s thighs and grinded up against the pressure as you gasped. He knew your body well and what it took to make you come fast, and was close to giving you your first of the night.

Confident he had the rhythm down, he let his other hand roam and palm your breasts while his lips explored your neck, fanning your wet skin with hot breath mixed in with his groans. Hearing his voice in your ear was a weakness of yours. You held on to him, happily succumbing to his controlled, skillful touches. He was rubbing faster now, still grinding in little circles while your hips moved with him.

It was almost too easy to reach your first peak. As you were feeling the sweet spread of bliss in your body, he added to the sensations by sliding two of his fingers inside and fucking you slow, drawing your orgasm out to twice as long and intense as you bucked on him. Chadwick had turned making you cum into a beautiful art, each time different and spectacular. 

As you finally stopped quaking under his hand, you rubbed his thighs and knees and became aware of how hard he was behind you, pressed into your back. All you could think about was taking him inside you and you didn’t care if you were in the bath, on the floor, or anywhere else.

You began to reach for him when he stopped your wrist. “Hold up. There’s something I wanna do first.” His fingers, wrapped around your wrist, held you still as his hot mouth moved to your ear to breathe, “Will you let me lick that sweet pussy from the back?” 

Your stomach tightened. “Fuck,” you swore around clenched teeth.

“That a yes?” He asked breathily, starting to guide your arms forward and water began shifting around your bodies as he started to move you into place.

“I don’t… yes.. okay,” you said dumbly and allowed Chadwick to arrange you in the tub so you were on all fours, your ass above the water, right in front of him and your head was hovering just above the surface in your kneeling position.

You felt how slippery your pussy was as his two fingers slid back inside. Chadwick groaned and bit the apple of your cheek, then repeated it on the other as his fingers gave you some of the penetration you needed, but not all. Wanting more of him, you pushed back, and water sloshed around your bodies at your greedy movements. Chadwick spanked your butt, not hard, but loud enough to bounce off the tile walls of the small space.

His fingers withdrew to spread your cheeks open and you felt a soft, wide tongue at your entrance, teasing you with little flicks. You weren’t prepared and made a loud whimpering sound, your hips stilling immediately as you waited breathlessly for the next touch. He gripped your thighs and pulled you back on his tongue, plunging right inside of you. You cried in choked surprise, “Chadwiiickk fuuuuuuck!” 

He did it again, fucking his tongue in and out of your hole firmly but slowly, so you felt everything and then he began circling over your pussy in wide laps. “Shhittttt!” you squealed. It felt so luxurious, and you pictured how he looked, face grinding into your pussy, his lips and tongue sucking and swirling and your cream dripping all over his gorgeous face. 

Each pass of his tongue overwhelmed you and you struggled to stay on your shaking limbs, above the water.

“You need to stop,” you gasped and crawled forward, breaking your bodies apart so you could turn around. 

Chadwick wore a lazy smirk along with your juices glistening on his face and beard. You crawled over to attack his lips with yours, licking your flavour from him ravenously as your hands shot down to his dick. 

In your shifting around, you must have kicked the plug out because you both heard the sucking sound of water draining around you and the water level began to recede. 

“Whoops,” you grinned, but not really feeling sorry about it, because you were done with the bath anyway. 

Chadwick rose up to his full height, taking you up with him.

You both negotiated your way carefully out of the slippery tub to dry yourselves and each other off with towels until you were dry enough not to drip all over the carpet on your way to the bed. 

The towels were discarded on the floor, and you both climbed up on the bed, turning to each other with lust and excitement. 

Chadwick cupped your cheeks and kissed along your bottom lip. “What do you want baby? Sweet and slow? Hard? Fast?” His lip lifted in a smile, “want me to send you back home with a bruised ass tomorrow?”

You laughed, cherishing his face with your hands.

“I know this is boring,” you looking up at him with hopeful eyes, “but I just want you on top of me. I swear we can do kinky shit the rest of the night,” you followed quickly. 

He lifted your knuckles to his lips. “We’ve got all night and we can fuck however we want.”  His eyes settled on yours with a playful intensity. “I’m not even close to tired so I hope you’re ready.”

Heat throbbed in your body at the thought. 

“I’m ready to go all night, I don’t even plan to sleep.” You proclaimed with pride.

��You talk a big game,” he smirked. “I’ll be reminding you of that if you try and tap out on me later….” 

“I’ve never done such a thing,” you lifted your chin, enjoying the banter while your hands were roaming his upper torso.

He looked upwards in recollection, his hands stroking your arms, “I remember a certain Saturday you promised a full day of sex until you claimed I broke your pussy after two rounds.”

“Chadwick!” You squealed, recalling the day perfectly and shoving him as he rolled his eyes. “My pussy was sore because your giant dick had no mercy that day, I swear you took some performance enhancing drugs that morning. That erection just would not go away and you were pounding me like a sex doll for hours.”

“No drugs needed with you around,” he said sweetly and you narrowed your eyes.

“That hardness was unnatural, Chadwick.”

He shrugged, a secretive smile spreading over his face. “Alright, I took something that morning … just to see what would happen.”

“Chad, you fuckin’… liar!” Your expression was a mixture of shock and amusement. He lifted your legs suddenly and you squealed, laughing as you bounce landed onto the mattress and he immediately laid down to cover you.

At the press of his body you began to sigh as his hands started moving over you as yours did the same. The mood quickly turned changed and you reached for him, eager to be taken while he looked in your eyes. 

You didn’t stay up all night, but you damn near tried. 

It was way past midnight when you both succumbed to exhaustion. After  intimate, face to face sex and a languid period of recovery, you took advantage of his energy to have him in as many positions as you could think of. Your feet on his chest as he plunged deep in you. On your knees. Flat and face down on the mattress, trapped under his heavy weight while he plundered you. And on, and on, until you had only the strength to pull each other close and fall asleep.

You awoke the next morning with the disappointment that it was Sunday.

In the warm daylight of the early morning, you had lazy morning sex, in a spooning position where Chadwick drew out your orgasmic gasps holding your thighs apart with his face in your neck, whispering softly in your ear as you came.

Neither of you wanted to acknowledge the impending goodbye and made the morning last as long as possible. You had coffee on the couch, with Chadwick sitting on the floor next to you plucking at the strings of his guitar. 

When it came time to finally address that it was time to go, Chadwick helped you get your small bag of things together, a cloud of melancholy settling over you both.

He drove you to the airport under a bright, winter sun beaming in a clear sky down onto the frost-covered landscape, making the snow twinkle so brightly you both had to squint. If only you’d had this weather one day earlier, the film production would have left your boyfriend alone.

Noticing the familiar stares in the airport, you tried to insist Chadwick turn back before there was a mob for photos and autographs, but he kept your fingers enclosed in his as he waited with you through check in. Only when you reached a point he couldn’t continue at your side did you turn to hug and kiss each other goodbye.

“Hey,” you smiled, tracing his cheekbone with your finger as it sharpened from his smile, “maybe next time let’s tell each other if we’re planning a surprise visit, yeah?”

“Then technically it’s not a surprise, but I see your point,” he agreed, kissing your finger. “It all worked out in the end, though. Don’t think I didn’t notice you limping around today,” his eyes glimmered.

Your thighs, calves and butt were burning and sore, and there were other souvenirs, little bite marks, on your body under your clothes.

You laughed, cupping his face and feeling an overwhelming surge of love in your heart.

“Another four weeks until you’re home.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“I know.” He let out a sigh. “Call me when you get in.”

You nodded and forced a smile, trying not to think of the next four weeks of loneliness waiting for you at home as you hugged goodbye.

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MUSE’S AESTHETICS. (GERLINDE)

bold the ones that apply to your muse :

[ COLORS ]     red.  brown.  orange.  yellow.  green.  blue.  purple.  pink.  black.  white.  teal.  silver.  gold.  grey.  lilac.  metallic.  matte.  royal blue.  strawberry red.  charcoal grey.  forest green.  apple red.  navy blue.  crimson.  cream.  mint green.  lavender.  copper.  turquoise.  amber.  magenta.  midnight.  jade green.  neon yellow.  neon green.  tan.

[ ELEMENTS ]     fire.  ice.  water.  air.  earth.  metal.  spirit.  rain.  snow.  wind.  moon.  stars.  sun.  heat.  cold.  steam.  frost.  lightning.  sunlight.  moonlight.  dawn.  dusk.  twilight. midnight.  sunrise.  sunset.  dewdrops.

[ BODY ]     claws.  long fingers.  fangs.  teeth.  wings.  tails.  lips.  bare feet.  freckles.  bruises.  canine.  acne.  scars.  scratches.  wounds.  burns.  spikes.  fur.  feathers.  scales.  webs.  eyes.  hands.  tongue.  sweat. tears.  feline.  chubby-faced.  curvy.  short. tall.  busty.  normal height.  muscular.  makeup.  piercing.  tattoos.  dimples.  plastic surgery.  dyed hair.  painted nails.  amputation.

[ WEAPONS ]     fists.  brass knuckles.  sword.  dagger.  spear.  arrow.  hammer.  shield.  poison.  guns.  axes.  throwing axes.  whips.  knives.  throwing knives.  pepper sprays.  tasers.  machine guns.  slingshots.  katanas.  maces.  staffs.  wands.  powers.  magical items.  magic.  rocks.  mud balls.  claws.  razors.  fighting fans.

[ MATERIALS ]     gold.  silver.  platinum.  titanium.  diamonds.  pearls.  rubies.  sapphires.  emeralds.  amethyst.  opal.  topaz.  jade.  agate.  bismuth.  geodes.  metal.  iron.  rust.  steel. glass.  wood.  porcelain.  paper.  wool.  fur.  faux fur.  lace.  leather.  silk.  satin.  velvet.  denim.  linen.  cotton.  charcoal.  clay.  stone.  asphalt.  brick.  marble.  granite.  dust.  glitter. blood.  dirt.  mud.  smoke.  ash.  shadow.  carbonate.  rubber.  synthetics.  fool’s gold.  fossils.  sea glass.

[ NATURE ]     grass.  leaves.  pine trees.  maple trees.  palm trees.  bark.  roses.  daisies.  tulips.  lavender.  lilies.  hibiscus.  petals.  thorns.  seeds.  vines.  roots.  hay.  sand.  rocks.  roots.  flowers.  ocean.  river.  meadow.  forest.  desert.  tundra.  savanna.  swamps.  rainforest.  petrichor.  caves.  underwater.  coral reef.  beach.  waves.  space.  clouds.  mountains.  shooting stars.  rainbows.  auroras.  fjords.  canyons.  floods.  droughts.  thunderstorms.  tornadoes.  hurricanes.  tsunamis.  volcanoes.  earthquakes.  blizzards.  meteors.  constellations.  comets.  planets.  seashells.  driftwood.

[ ANIMALS ]     lions.  tigers.  bears.  wolves.  eagles.  owls.  falcons.  hawks.  swans.  snakes.  turtles.  ducks.  bugs.  spiders.  birds.  whales.  dolphins.  fish.  sharks.  horses.  zebras.  giraffes.  cats.  dogs.  bunnies.  cows.  sheep.  pigs.  goats.  frogs.  snails.  praying mantises. butterflies.  bees.  wasps.  crows.  ravens.  parrots.  peacocks.  mice.  rats.  hamsters.  lizards.  werewolves.  unicorns.  pegasus.  phoenix.  dragons.  foxes.  llamas.  camels.

[ FOODS / DRINKS ]     sugar.  salt.  candy.  bubblegum.  wine.  champagne.  hard liquor.  beer.  coffee.  tea.  kombucha.  spices.  herbs.  apple.  orange.  lemon.  lime.  cherry.  pineapple.  strawberry.  watermelon.  cranberry.  bananas.  mango.  coconut.  pomegranate.  vegetables.  fruits.  meat.  fish.  pies.  cakes.  dessert.  chocolate.  vanilla.  hazelnut.  peppermint.  cream.  caramel.  berries.  nuts.  cinnamon.  popcorn.  pretzels.  soda.  burgers.  burritos.  pizza.  pasta.  ambrosia.  lasagna.  peanut butter.  curry.  bacon.  soup.  cheese.  avocado.

[ HOBBIES ]     music.  art.  watercolors. gardening.  smithing.  sculpting.  painting.  sketching.  fighting.  thievery.  writing.  composing. cooking.  sewing.  cosplay.  training. dancing.  acting.  singing.  martial arts.  self-defense.  electronics.  technology.  blogging.  vlogging.  cameras.  video cameras.  video games.  computer.  phone.  movies.  theater.  libraries.  books.  magazines.  cds.  records.  vinyls.  cassettes.  piano.  violin.  guitar. electronic guitar.  bass guitar.  harmonica.  harp.  woodwinds.  brass.  bells.  sitar.  keyboard.  drums.  percussion.  marching band.  drama.  playing cards.  poker chips.  chess.  dice.  motorcycle riding.  eating.  climbing.  running.  partying.

[ STYLE ]     lingerie.  armor.  cape.  dress.  tunic.  vest.  blazer.  shirt.  boots.  sneakers.  slip-ons.  sandals.  heels.  leggings.  trousers.  jeans.  shorts.  skirt.  jewelry.  earrings.  necklace.  bracelet.  ring.  pendant.  hat.  crown.  circlet.  helmet.  scarf.  brocade.  cloaks.  corsets. doublet.  chest plate.  gorget.  bracers.  belt.  sash.  coat.  jacket.  hood.  gloves.  socks.  masks.  cowls.  braces.  tie.  watches.  glasses.  sunglasses.  visor.  eye contacts.  makeup.  bowties.  canes.  bows.

[ MUSIC ]     rock.  pop.  jazz.  rap.  r&b.  hip-hop.  funk.  alternative.  classical.  trance.  dubstep.  edm.  ebm.  hardstyle.  blues.  latin.  k-pop.  j-pop.  ambient.  new age.  metal.  world fusion.  dancehall.  reggae.  soca.  punk.  ska.  singer-songwriter.  folk.  country.  bluegrass.  swing.  opera.  show tunes.  a capella.  minimalist.  avant-garde.  new wave.  disco.  baroque.  symphonic metal.  soundtrack.  vaporwave.  glitch.  house.  chillout.  psychedelic rock.  post-rock.  cabaret.  trip-hop.  easy listening.  trap.  nightcore.  indie.  grunge.  contemporary.  black metal.  metalcore.  emo.  screamo.  rockabilly.  parody.  industrial.  electro pop.

[ MISC ]     balloons.  bubbles.  fireworks.  reflections.  cityscape.  cathedral.  mosque.  light.  dark.  candles.  war.  peace.  money.  power.  percussion.  clocks.  photos.  mirrors.  pets.  diary.  fairy lights.  madness.  sanity.  sadness.  happiness.  optimism.  pessimism. loneliness.  family.  friends.  assistants.  co-workers.  partners.  enemies.  loyalty.  smoking.  drugs.  kindness.  love.  hugs.  kisses.  lies.  angels.  demons.  fairies.  elves.  gnomes.

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MUSE’S AESTHETICS.

bold the ones that apply to your muse :

[ COLORS ]     red.  brown.  orange.  yellow.  green.  blue.  purple.  pink.  black.  white.  teal.  silver.  gold.  grey.  lilac.  metallic.  matte.  royal blue.  strawberry red.  charcoal grey.  forest green. apple red.  navy blue.  crimson.  cream.  mint green.  lavender.  copper.  turquoise.  amber.  magenta.  midnight.  jade green.  neon yellow.  neon green.  tan.

[ ELEMENTS ]     fire.  ice.  water.  air.  earth.  metal. spirit.  rain.  snow.  wind.  moon.  stars. sun.  heat.  cold.  steam.  frost.  lightning.  sunlight.  moonlight. dawn. dusk.  twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ]     claws. long fingers.  fangs.  teeth.  wings.  tails. lips.  bare feet.  freckles.  bruises.  canine.  acne.  scars.  scratches. wounds.  burns.  spikes.  fur.  feathers.  scales.  webs.  eyes.  hands.  tongue.  sweat. tears.  feline. chubby-faced.  curvy.  short. tall.  busty.  normal height.  muscular.  makeup.  piercing.  tattoos.  dimples.  plastic surgery.  dyed hair.  painted nails.  amputation.

[ WEAPONS ]     fists.  brass knuckles.  sword.  dagger.  spear.  arrow.  hammer.  shield. poison.  guns.  axes.  throwing axes.  whips.  knives.  throwing knives.  pepper sprays.  tasers.  machine guns.  slingshots.  katanas.  maces.  staffs.  wands.  powers. magical items.  magic.  rocks.  mud balls.  claws.  razors.  fighting fans.

[ MATERIALS ]     gold.  silver.  platinum.  titanium.  diamonds.  pearls.  rubies.  sapphires.  emeralds.  amethyst.  opal.  topaz.  jade.  agate.  bismuth. geodes.  metal.  iron.  rust.  steel. glass.  wood.  porcelain.  paper.  wool.  fur.  faux fur.  lace.  leather.  silk.  satin.  velvet.  denim.  linen.  cotton.  charcoal.  clay.  stone.  asphalt.  brick.  marble.  granite.  dust.  glitter. blood.  dirt.  mud.  smoke.  ash.  shadow.  carbonate.  rubber.  synthetics.  fool’s gold.  fossils.  sea glass.

[ NATURE ]     grass. leaves. pine trees.  maple trees.  palm trees.  bark.  roses.  daisies.  tulips.  lavender.  lilies.  hibiscus.  petals.  thorns.  seeds.  vines.  roots.  hay.  sand.  rocks.flowers.  ocean. river.  meadow. forest. desert.  tundra.  savanna. swamps. rainforest.  petrichor.  caves.  underwater.  coral reef.  beach.  waves.  space.  clouds.  mountains.  shooting stars.  rainbows.  auroras.  fjords.  canyons.  floods.  droughts. thunderstorms.  tornadoes.  hurricanes.  tsunamis.  volcanoes.  earthquakes.  blizzards.  meteors.  constellations.  comets.  planets.  seashells.  driftwood.

[ ANIMALS ]     lions.  tigers.  bears.  wolves.  eagles. owls.  falcons.  hawks.  swans.  snakes.  turtles. ducks.  bugs.  spiders.  birds.  whales.  dolphins.  fish.  sharks.  horses.  zebras.  giraffes.  cats.  dogs.  bunnies.  cows.  sheep.  pigs.  goats.  frogs.  snails.  praying mantises. butterflies.  bees.  wasps.  crows.  ravens.  parrots.  peacocks.  mice.  rats.  hamsters. lizards. werewolves.  unicorns.  pegasus.  phoenix.  dragons.  foxes.  llamas.  camels.

[ FOODS / DRINKS ]     sugar.  salt.  candy.  bubblegum.  wine.  champagne.  hard liquor.  beer.  coffee.  tea.  kombucha.  spices.  herbs.  apple.  orange.  lemon.  lime.  cherry.  pineapple.  strawberry.  watermelon.  cranberry.  bananas.  mango.  coconut.  pomegranate. vegetables.  fruits.  meat.  fish. pies.  cakes.  dessert.  chocolate.  vanilla.  hazelnut.  peppermint.  cream.  caramel.  berries.  nuts.  cinnamon. popcorn.  pretzels.  soda.  burgers.  burritos.  pizza.  pasta.  ambrosia.  lasagna.  peanut butter.  curry.  bacon.  soup.  cheese.  avocado.

[ HOBBIES ]     music.  art.  watercolors. gardening. smithing.  sculpting.  painting.  sketching.  fighting.  thievery.  writing.  composing. cooking.  sewing.  cosplay.  training. dancing.  acting.  singing.  martial arts.  self-defense.  electronics.  technology.  blogging.  vlogging.  cameras.  video cameras.  video games.  computer.  phone.  movies.  theater.  libraries. books. magazines.  cds.  records.  vinyls.  cassettes.  piano.  violin.  guitar. electronic guitar.  bass guitar.  harmonica.  harp.  woodwinds.  brass.  bells.  sitar.  keyboard.  drums.  percussion.  marching band.  drama.  playing cards.  poker chips. chess.  dice.  motorcycle riding.  eating. climbing.  running. partying.

[ STYLE ]     lingerie.  armor.  cape.  dress.  tunic.  vest.  blazer.  shirt.  boots.  sneakers.  slip-ons.  sandals.  heels.  leggings.  trousers.  jeans.  shorts.  skirt.  jewelry.  earrings.  necklace.  bracelet.  ring.  pendant.  hat.  crown.  circlet.  helmet.  scarf.  brocade.  cloaks.  corsets. doublet.  chest plate.  gorget.  bracers.  belt.  sash.  coat.  jacket.  hood.  gloves.  socks.  masks.  cowls.  braces.  tie.  watches.  glasses.  sunglasses.  visor.  eye contacts.  makeup.  bowties.  canes.  bows.

[ MUSIC ]     rock.  pop.  jazz.  rap.  r&b.  hip-hop.  funk.  alternative.  classical.  trance.  dubstep.  edm.  ebm.  hardstyle.  blues.  latin.  k-pop.  j-pop.  ambient.  new age.  metal.  world fusion.  dancehall.  reggae.  soca.  punk.  ska.  singer-songwriter.  folk.  country.  bluegrass.  swing.  opera.  show tunes.  a capella. minimalist.  avant-garde.  new wave.  disco.  baroque.  symphonic metal.  soundtrack.  vaporwave.  glitch.  house.  chillout.  psychedelic rock.  post-rock.  cabaret.  trip-hop.  easy listening.  trap.  nightcore.  indie.  grunge.  contemporary.  black metal.  metalcore.  emo.  screamo.  rockabilly.  parody.  industrial.  electro pop.

[ MISC ]     balloons.  bubbles.  fireworks.  reflections.  cityscape.  cathedral.  mosque.  light.  dark. candles.  war.  peace.  money.  power.  percussion.  clocks.  photos.  mirrors.  pets. diary.  fairy lights.  madness.  sanity.  sadness.  happiness.  optimism. pessimism.loneliness.  family. friends.  assistants.  co-workers.  partners.  enemies.  loyalty.  smoking.  drugs. kindness.  love.  hugs.  kisses.  lies.  angels.  demons.  fairies.  elves.  gnomes.

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MUSE’S AESTHETICS.

bold the ones that apply to your muse :

[ COLORS ]     red.  brown.  orange.  yellow.  green.  blue.  purple.  pink.  black.  white.  teal.  silver.  gold.  grey.  lilac.  metallic.  matte.  royal blue.  strawberry red.  charcoal grey.  forest green.  apple red.  navy blue.  crimson.  cream.  mint green.  lavender.  copper.  turquoise.  amber.  magenta.  midnight.  jade green.  neon yellow.  neon green.  tan.

[ ELEMENTS ]     fire.  ice.  water.  air.  earth.  metal.  spirit.  rain.  snow.  wind.  moon. stars.  sun.  heat.  cold.  steam.  frost.  lightning.  sunlight.  moonlight.  dawn.  dusk.  twilight. midnight.  sunrise.  sunset.  dewdrops.

[ BODY ]     claws.  long fingers.  fangs.  teeth.  wings.  tails.  lips.  bare feet.  freckles.  bruises.  canine.  acne.  scars.  scratches.  wounds.  burns.  spikes.  fur.  feathers.  scales.  webs.  eyes. hands.  tongue.  sweat. tears.  feline.  chubby-faced.  curvy.  short. tall.  busty.  normal height.  muscular.  makeup.  piercing.  tattoos.  dimples.  plastic surgery.  dyed hair.  painted nails.  amputation.

[ WEAPONS ]     fists.  brass knuckles.  sword.  dagger.  spear.  arrow.  hammer.  shield.  poison.  guns.  axes.  throwing axes.  whips.  knives.  throwing knives.  pepper sprays.  tasers.  machine guns.  slingshots.  katanas.  maces.  staffs.  wands.  powers.  magical items.  magic.  rocks.  mud balls.  claws.  razors.  fighting fans.

[ MATERIALS ]     gold.  silver.  platinum.  titanium.  diamonds.  pearls.  rubies.  sapphires.  emeralds.  amethyst.  opal.  topaz.  jade.  agate.  bismuth.  geodes.  metal.  iron.  rust.  steel. glass.  wood.  porcelain. paper.  wool.  fur.  faux fur.  lace.  leather.  silk.  satin.  velvet.  denim. linen. cotton.  charcoal.  clay.  stone.  asphalt.  brick.  marble.  granite.  dust.  glitter. blood.  dirt.  mud.  smoke.  ash.  shadow.  carbonate.  rubber.  synthetics.  fool’s gold.  fossils.  sea glass.

[ NATURE ]     grass.  leaves.  pine trees.  maple trees.  palm trees.  bark.  roses.  daisies. tulips.  lavender.  lilies.  hibiscus.  petals. thorns.  seeds.  vines.  roots.  hay.  sand.  rocks.  roots.  flowers.  ocean.  river.  meadow.  forest.  desert.  tundra.  savanna.  swamps.  rainforest. petrichor.  caves.  underwater.  coral reef.  beach.  waves.  space.  clouds.  mountains.  shooting stars.  rainbows.  auroras.  fjords.  canyons. floods.  droughts.  thunderstorms. tornadoes.  hurricanes.  tsunamis.  volcanoes.  earthquakes.  blizzards.  meteors.  constellations.  comets.  planets.  seashells. driftwood.

[ ANIMALS ]     lions.  tigers.  bears.  wolves.  eagles.  owls.  falcons.  hawks.  swans.  snakes.  turtles.  ducks.  bugs.  spiders.  birds.  whales.  dolphins.  fish.  sharks.  horses.  zebras.  giraffes.  cats.  dogs.  bunnies.  cows.  sheep.  pigs.  goats.  frogs.  snails.  praying mantises. butterflies.  bees.  wasps.  crows.  ravens.  parrots.  peacocks.  mice.  rats.  hamsters.  lizards.  werewolves.  unicorns.  pegasus.  phoenix.  dragons.  foxes.  llamas.  camels.

[ FOODS / DRINKS ]     sugar.  salt.  candy.  bubblegum.  wine.  champagne.  hard liquor. beer.  coffee.  tea.  kombucha.  spices.  herbs.  apple.  orange.  lemon.  lime.  cherry.  pineapple.  strawberry.  watermelon.  cranberry.  bananas.  mango.  coconut. pomegranate.  vegetables. fruits.  meat. fish.  pies.  cakes.  dessert.  chocolate. vanilla.  hazelnut.  peppermint.  cream.  caramel.  berries.  nuts.  cinnamon.  popcorn.  pretzels.  soda.  burgers.  burritos.  pizza.  pasta.  ambrosia. lasagna.  peanut butter.  curry.  bacon.  soup.  cheese.  avocado.

[ HOBBIES ]     music.  art.  watercolors. gardening.  smithing.  sculpting.  painting. sketching.  fighting.  thievery.  writing.  composing. cooking.  sewing.  cosplay.  training. dancing.  acting.  singing.  martial arts.  self-defense.  electronics.  technology.  blogging.  vlogging.  cameras.  video cameras.  video games.  computer.  phone.  movies.  theater. libraries.  books.  magazines.  cds.  records.  vinyls.  cassettes.  piano.  violin.  guitar. electronic guitar.  bass guitar.  harmonica.  harp.  woodwinds. brass.  bells.  sitar.  keyboard.  drums.  percussion.  marching band.  orchestra.  drama.  playing cards.  poker chips.  chess.  dice.  motorcycle riding.  eating.  climbing.  running.  partying.

[ STYLE ]     lingerie.  armor.  cape.  dress.  tunic.  vest.  blazer.  shirt.  boots.  sneakers.  slip-ons.  sandals.  heels.  leggings.  trousers.  jeans.  shorts.  skirt.  jewelry.  earrings.  necklace.  bracelet.  ring.  pendant.  hat.  crown.  circlet.  helmet. scarf.  brocade.  cloaks.  corsets. doublet.  chest plate.  gorget.  bracers.  belt.  sash.  coat. jacket. hood.  gloves.  socks.  masks.  cowls.  braces.  tie.  watches.  glasses.  sunglasses.  visor.  eye contacts.  makeup.  bowties.  canes.  bows.

[ MUSIC ]     rock.  pop.  jazz.  rap.  r&b.  hip-hop.  funk.  alternative.  classical.  trance.  dubstep.  edm.  ebm.  hardstyle.  blues.  latin.  k-pop.  j-pop.  ambient.  new age.  metal.  world fusion.  dancehall.  reggae.  soca.  punk.  ska.  singer-songwriter.  folk.  country.  bluegrass.  swing. opera.  show tunes.  a capella.  minimalist.  avant-garde.  new wave.  disco.  baroque.  symphonic metal.  soundtrack.  vaporwave.  glitch.  house.  chillout.  psychedelic rock.  post-rock.  cabaret.  trip-hop.  easy listening.  trap.  nightcore. indie.  grunge.  contemporary.  black metal.  metalcore. emo.  screamo.  rockabilly.  parody.  industrial.  electro pop.

[ MISC ]     balloons.  bubbles.  fireworks.  reflections.  cityscape. cathedral.  mosque.  light.  dark.  candles.  war.  peace.  money.  power.  percussion.  clocks.  photos.  mirrors.  pets.  diary.  fairy lights.  madness.  sanity.  sadness.  happiness.  optimism.  pessimism. loneliness. family.  friends.  assistants.  co-workers.  partners.  enemies.  loyalty.  smoking.  drugs. kindness.  love.  hugs.  kisses.  lies.  angels.  demons.  fairies.  elves.  gnomes.

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[monsieur-de-paris]

Muse’s Aesthetics

BOLD any which apply to your muse!

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[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. lavender. copper. turquoise. amber. magenta. midnight. jade green. neon yellow. neon green. tan.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. metal. spirit. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. acne. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. fur. feathers. scales. webs. eyes. hands. tongue. sweat. tears. feline. chubby-faced. curvy. short. tall. busty. normal height. muscular. makeup. piercing. tattoos. dimples. plastic surgery. dyed hair. painted nails. amputation.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. brass knuckles. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. razors. fighting fans.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. topaz. jade. agate. bismuth. geodes. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain.paper. wool. fur. faux fur. lace. leather. silk. satin. velvet. denim. linen. cotton.charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. granite. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. fool’s gold. fossils. sea glass.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. pine trees. maple trees. palm trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. lilies. hibiscus. petals. thorns. seeds. vines. roots. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. swamps. rainforest. petrichor. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. shooting stars. rainbows. auroras. fjords. canyons. floods. droughts. thunderstorms. tornadoes. hurricanes. tsunamis. volcanoes. earthquakes. blizzards. meteors. constellations. comets. planets. seashells. driftwood.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. bears. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. zebras. giraffes. cats. dogs. bunnies. cows. sheep. pigs. goats. frogs. snails. praying mantises. butterflies. bees. wasps. crows. ravens. parrots. peacocks. mice. rats. hamsters. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. phoenix. dragons. foxes. llamas. camels.

[FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. kombucha. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. lime. cherry. pineapple. strawberry. watermelon.cranberry. bananas. mango. coconut. pomegranate. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. cakes. desserts. chocolate. vanilla. hazelnut. peppermint. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. popcorn. pretzels. soda. burgers. burritos. pizza. pasta. ambrosia. lasagna. peanut butter. curry. bacon. soup. cheese. avocado.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. thievery. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. cosplay. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. blogging. vlogging. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. sitar. keyboard. drums. percussion. marching band. drama. playing cards.poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. partying.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. blazer. shirt. boots. sneakers. slip-ons. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. shorts. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. tie. watches. glasses. sun glasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. bowties. canes. bows.

[ MUSIC ] rock. pop. jazz. rap. r&b. hip-hop. funk. alternative. classical. trance. dubstep. edm. ebm. hardstyle. blues. latin. k-pop. j-pop. ambient. new age. metal. world fusion. dancehall. reggae. soca.punk. ska. singer-songwriter. folk. country. bluegrass. swing. opera. show tunes. a capella. minimalist. avant-garde. new wave. disco. baroque. symphonic metal. soundtrack. vaporwave. glitch. house. chillout. psychedelic rock. post-rock. cabaret. trip-hop. easy listening. trap. nightcore. indie. grunge. contemporary. black metal. metalcore. emo. screamo. rockabilly. parody. industrial. electro pop

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. fireworks. reflections. cityscape. cathedral. mosque. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. partner. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love.hugs. kisses. lies. angels. demons. fairies. elves. gnomes.