#why do you sniff them like that? for the aroma? the bouquet?

[misslovasstuff]

“Confession”

Summary: Sanji tries to confess your love to you... many times. pairing: Sanji x fem!reader genre: romance with a small hint of comedy. author's note: for some reason, I think canon Sanji is someone who is quite oblivious when it comes to women who ACTUALLY like him. Like bro notices when men adore him but can't tell a girl has the hots for him?? Anyways, out of frustration I wrote this but just roles reversed. Enjoy, hehe

His tenderness and kindness drops like honey from his fingertips, this is quite evident when he carefully strokes your skin with the back of his hand, gently brushing off your hair when your head rests on his lap, his lips touch your shut-closed eyes, reciting you poetry about them every morning and every evening.

Oh, how he admires and yet envies the light of the sun landing on your skin, the cool breeze that gets to caress your hair and the blessed land you walk upon where flowers seem to bloom with each one of your steps.

How can a man express a love so grand? What words could Sanji ever use to depict his own feelings, or to come even close to explaining them? Among all of these questions, there is a specific one that has grown roots on his head for a while now:

How do I confess?

Imagine the agony of seeing the person you love every day, emotions building up inside of you so much so that even a glance of them towards your direction shakes your whole soul. Ok, now that you have imagined what it feels like, multiply that feeling with x100; that’s what a hopeless romantic such as Sanji has endured ever since the day he fell for you (but that’s a story for another time). Now, let me introduce to you 3 attempts Sanji tried to confess his love:

1. A pretty flower for an even prettier flower

It’s Spring, around 4 months ago. You are rotting in the girl’s dorm, still recovering from some heavy injured back you had to deal with after a tough fight. There are sounds of laughter outside, so loud that you could hardly listen to the sound of waves or anything like that. From what you could hear, you had reached an island which seemed to make the crew enthusiastic for some reason you could not really tell from the darkness and loneliness of your surroundings.

“Damn it, I can’t even stand up on my own” - you try to lift yourself up but quickly surrender due to the immense pain in your back. A loud sigh escapes your mouth as you cover your face with a hand, rubbing your temple and holding yourself back from shedding any tears that could reflect that your need to be useful is now under attack, and you feel more useless than ever.

“Can I come in?” - a knock or two are heard at the door. You’re caught completely off guard but yet manage to blur out with a cracked voice: “Please do.”

Goodness, you had to cover your eyes from the light that shone through the room when the door opened, almost blinding you. Thus, you can’t really tell who just came in but a feeling of some sort was telling you that it was alright, that it was safe.

“We landed on a new island. - the voice approaches and comes closer, becoming clearer. - It’s quite beautiful.”

A touch of your hand makes you immediately realise that it was Sanji who is now sat beside you, caressing your hand. Your vision gets back to normal and you gaze happily at the blond chef. He looked so pretty: a nice pink shirt with a flower pattern, shorts and sunglasses he’s wearing.

“Why aren’t you exploring then?” - you ask, caressing his hand back.

“Oh, I did my exploring. It’s just that all that beauty that I saw…- Sanji reveals his hand hidden behind his back. There was a bouquet of flowers he was holding, landing them to you. Goodness, the way your eyes sparkled in joy caught Sanji off guard. His gaze softens. - …all that beauty that I saw reminded me of you.”

You take the flowers and sniff them, the aroma captivating your senses as your dopamine reaches high levels that were not reached for months.

“Thank you, Sanji. This… - you gaze lovingly at the flowers and then at him. - …this means a lot.”

“Don’t thank me. I’d do anything for you.” - he grabs your chin and pinches it gently, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Actually, I came to see you because I wanted to-

“You wanted to make sure I was fine, right? Don’t worry, I do feel better now. Promise!” - you interrupt him, thinking that he was still worrying himself over your condition. However, the expression on his face made you doubt that that was the real reason he came.

“Oh, is it because you want to ask me what I want for dinner?”- you try again, trying to guess the reason of his visit, which he did often.

“Uhm right, I did want to ask you that…” - Sanji smiles awkwardly as he strokes the back of his neck. Guess he couldn’t really say what he wanted now, instead he just smiles and listens to your wishes regarding dinner.

“How about we have dinner together, just the two of us, when you get better of course?” - he suggests and you widen your eyes.

Just the two of you? Why is he asking that? For some reason that gave you a weird feeling in your stomach, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Well, it would be my pleasure, chef.” - you tease, pinching his nose jokingly as the cook gives a blushing smile.

2. What’s mine is yours

The dinner table was decorated beautifully by Sanji, the colors, the texture of the fabrics and all the details up to the crystal clear utensils would make every woman in the world happy. He is now sat patiently, waiting for you to come down and dine with him.

Once you go out the door you notice the setting your favourite cook has done for you. With a quick glance you fasten your step to go down the stairs, giving a small cough to make him notice you.

How foolish, you think he didn’t notice you?

Sanji saw you from afar, and that man is already weak in the knees from seeing you all dressed up with a chic black dress, a nice golden necklace resting on your neck, complemented gracefully with your long dark flocks falling off your bare shoulders.

“You came.” - Sanji reaches for you hand, kissing the back of it whilst looking deep into your eyes.

“For you, always.” - a wink at him before you go and sit down makes the blond crazily happy. He immediately pulls the chair back for you and rushes to serving some delicious hot meals.

“I love that we are doing this outside.” - you claim, finally feeling a bit of fresh air coming in your lungs.

“I thought you would. - Sanji lights up a candle placed in the middle of the table. - I know you’re a romantic at heart as well.”

You chuckle, not disagreeing with his statement.

“Thank you for the food.” - you say and start digging in. Ah, he never fails when it comes to cooking. You could live 109 more lives and never get to try Sanji’s food anywhere else.

“Perfect.” - you whisper, letting out a small moan from the satisfying taste. Little do you know that even such small details never go unnoticed by Sanji. He keeps staring at you, your dress, hair, your eyes that sparkle with light every time you look at him.

“Here, try some of this.” - Sanji picks up with his chopsticks a piece from his plate and offers it to you.

Of course you want to try it so you open your mouth and eat it, closing your eyes shut for a bit.

“Ahhh, Sanji it’s just so good!” - you exclaim, grabbing the table cloth.

Alright, you might be someone who overacts at times but now come on! look what you’re doing to the poor guy. You moan his name in a sentence like that and expect him to remain his full composure?

Bro had to keep it in him not to tell you that he fucks as good as he cooks for the hundredth time.

These thoughts are quickly shaken off when he notices your body trembling a bit. He immediately gets up, strips his jacket off.

Now, you’re caught off guard. His sleeves are rolled up and his forearms give a nice impression of a good physique. Moreover, his visible biceps and wide shoulders... Did he always have a waist that small?

“Here, I’d rather die that let you catch a cold.” - his sentence interrupts a train of not so holy thoughts for which you were confused of where they came from.

You shake your head and say a small ‘thank you’ to Sanji before going back to eating. However, now his cologne is evident, coming from the jacket placed on your shoulders. Alluring and strong, just like him.

“Are you listening?” - he asks and you widen your eyes, asking him a very polite ‘sorry, what?’

“Never mind. Nothing important.” - there it is again, that awkward smile. What is it that he has to say but doesn’t tell me?

The rest of the dinner goes fairly well. Around midnight you both find yourself and the doorstep of the girl’s dorm.

“Thank you for joining me.” - he kisses your hand, caressing it with his thumb, not letting go just yet.

“Thank you for having me, Sanji.” - you smile, a weird rush of adrenaline conquering your body. Not understanding what it really is, you rush inside and wave a final ‘bye’ to the cook, closing the door behind you. Who knows what would have happened if you kept your hand in his for any longer; his warmth and the comfort he radiates with only the touch of his hands made you think how good he would f- NO NO STOP RIGHT THERE!

3. The horizon knows about us

It’s a lonely sunset - that’s how you call it when there is no one to share the view with. Nevertheless, it does not stop you from admiring it, eyes filling with light coming from a colorful sky that resembles a drunk painting.

The admirer has an admirer which is watching from behind, slowly approaching.

“I thought you didn’t like lonely sunsets?” - Sanji approaches, taking his hands off his pockets and resting his arms on the wooden plateau.

“Well, - you smile, tilting your head towards him. - we have to stop and appreciate what burns for us, and the sun has been burning for way too long.”

You say those words and Sanji is fully immersed, captivated, staring at your profile like he would keep burning if it means his eyes would get the blessing of seeing you everyday, his light would keep shining on you, setting himself a blaze to let you be warm, always.

“You know, I'm sure it's a pleasure for the sun to burn for you. - he takes a deep breath before continuing, mastering the courage to look at you in the eyes. - And just like it, I too have been burning for a while.”

Your eyes widen at his statement, face immediately turning to him.

“Why so?” - your voice comes out so soft and caring that Sanji’s lip trembles.

“There are words I want to say, feelings I want to express, verses of my own that I want to recite that are stuck on my throat, making me unable to breath, suffocating me.” - Sanji starts explaining, grabbing your hands together and resting them on his chest.

“It’s all in here. - he says. - please tell me that you feel it too.”

You have stopped blinking for a while now, trying to take in as much as possible from the situation. The sun keeps setting as so do your feelings. They become more evident, a sudden epiphany hitting the depths of your very soul. Your heart recognizes, understands what Sanji is talking about cause you feel it, you have felt it many times.

“Sanji… - you call his name, tightening the grip on his hands. - I’m listening this time. More than ever I’m not only listening to you but also to my own heart. - you gulp hard, approaching him closer. - I need you to tell me first.”

Sanji smiles, putting your hands in front of his lips, hiding the blush of his cheeks whilst not breaking eye contact.

“I confess to you, the sun and the horizon that I have inevitably fallen in love with you.” - his voice does not tremble, nor does his body shake. However, both of your hearts are going crazy as the heat between you becomes more and more evident. After an intense prolonged eye contact, you cup his cheek, glancing at the sky for a second whilst noticing the darkness setting in, a darkness that you do not loath anymore.

“Let me then confess to you, the moon and the stars that I have fallen in love with you too.” - you smile cheekily, making Sanji mirror your genuine smile, this time not awkwardly but wholeheartedly, as he grabs your waist swiftly, bringing you close to his embrace.

The sun is completely set and the sky has fully darkened. There is now the moon who watches over along with the little stars that dance happily over lovers. No matter what time, the horizon had witnessed two lovers uniting, giving them all the colors that it could present for such a memorable moment.

Thus, it did take him a while, but now Sanji and you have found peace in each other, a comfort that only love can provide. And a fairytale have you become for people who gather the courage to express what lies deep inside them, taming the fire so that it could warm your lover but never burn you.

[winterrrnight]

go on without me - #28 w/ drew 💐

thank you for such a sweet req anna! 🫶🏼 and thank you to my 🦚 anon who's request I combined w this one! I hope you like this <3

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PAIRING: drew starkey x gn!reader

SUMMARY: you surprise drew with a daisy bouquet.

WARNINGS: fluff!

EDITH SPEAKS: I'm writing for drew after so long omg, I need this man I can't even put into words UGHHHH he's so cute 🫶🏼🥹 please comment and reblog!! 💐

PROMPT REQUESTED: “I don’t need a reason to bring you flowers, I just wanted to.”

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It’s a nice beautiful spring afternoon, the sun quite bright and warm as its hazy rays fall down on you. You continue to walk with a certain prep in your step, and a huge daisy bouquet in your hand.

You’re on your way to your boyfriend’s apartment, deciding to take a walk instead of your car because of the warming weather and the soft chirping of the birds surrounding you. It’s just about the most perfect weather you can have; not too hot or too cold, the breeze whipping past you is fresh and sweet, accompanied with the warm aroma of the breads being baked at the bakeries you pass by, and little butterflies flying all around you.

It’s been around two weeks since you last saw him because he got busy with some movie shootings locally. If he was at home, he was either home extremely late at night or extremely early in the morning, and that time too was also spent in sleeping or practicing his scripts over and over again, which led to a lack of time being spent between the two of you.

However, he finally gets the time to call you up and tell you that he has a free day, and he doesn’t wish to spend it with anyone except you. You were beyond ecstatic to receive the phone call, practically already out the door before you can even hang up.

You reach his apartment and just as you ring the bell, the door is opened as if he was waiting at the door for you, and you are quickly engulfed in the most warm hug you’ve ever known. You sigh against his shoulder, closing your eyes as your arms wrap around his torso firmly, letting out a sigh as you let his scent encase you completely.

“Hi baby,” you mumble against his shoulder, the bouquet you’re holding in your hands behind his back.

“Hi bubs,” he mutters as he presses a kiss to your forehead, before gently cradling your face in his hands and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Your grip only tightens around his torso as you gladly oblige to the kiss, exhaling deeply when he parts from you. A small smile rests on your face as you unwrap your arms from around his torso and show him the bouquet.

“I got you a little something,” you grin, showing him the fresh bouquet of daisies. He softly gasps at the sight and takes the bouquet from you.

“You got me flowers?” He asks, his eyes wide and a certain glint in them as he looks from you to the flowers.

“Yeah,” you smile, “do you like them?”

“I love them,” he whispers, moving the bouquet closer to him as he takes a sniff, the fresh herbal and grassy aroma of them filling up his nose. “But you didn’t have to, you know?” He says, smiling softly as he steps aside from the open door to make space for you to enter inside, following you.

“Why not?” You ask as you watch him walk to the kitchen as he gets a glass vase and starts to fill it with some water. “I don’t need a reason to bring you flowers, I just wanted to.”

He looks up from the daisies with a smile on his face, one which is genuine, one which is laced with happiness, one which is reserved only to show you how much he adores you.

“You’re the cutest you know that?” He says softly as he puts the flowers in the vase and makes his way to you, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist. “Thank you, they are absolutely wonderful,”

You smile at him and press a soft kiss on his lips. “You are welcome baby,”

It’s safe to say that you surprised him with flowers a lot more often than just this one time, a different kind of flower each time, and his apartment always lights up with the clean aroma of flowers all the time, wafting around with the sweet memories of you.

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[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

WELCOME BACK!!! ive been bouncing in my bed since youve texted me!!

FIRS REQUEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HLC react to receiving flowers from MC? Anon or not, it’s up to you.

HLC REACT TO MC GIVING THEM FLOWERS

A/N: awwww that's an adorable request! Let's get this party started!

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Sebastian Sallow: Confusion. It's all over his face. "What are these for? ...just a gift? For me?" He looks down at the small bouquet, they did smell lovely. He cracks a small smile, "Thank you, MC, but really I should be giving you YOU flowers. It's the gentlemanly thing to do."

Ominis Gaunt: He smells the flowers before MC even presents them. "Are you wearing a new perfume? Smells wonderful." He feels the stems being put in his hand and puts two and two together. "Oh..." He blushes and bashfully accepts the flowers, a smile sneaking onto his face

Anne Sallow: She accepts them excitedly and loses herself in their sweet aroma. "Oh thank you, MC. These are lovely!" She takes one flower and tucks her behind her ear, hoping she can get away with wearing it around school.

Imelda Reyes: She looks at he bouquet with disinterest then back at MC. "What's this? ...I can see they're flowers, why are you showing them to me? ...they're FOR me?" She's genuinely taken aback. No one's ever given her flowers before. She accepts them tentatively, avoiding eye contact with an ever so small blush. "Thanks..."

Natsai Onai: "Oh my! These are beautiful!" She takes the flowers with both hands and takes a long sniff. The wild flowers smell as good as they are pretty. "Thank you so much, MC. Come, let us find a case to put them in!" She grabs MC's hand and pulls them along.

Garreth Weasley: He lights up and snatches the bouquet quick. "Are those violet bigonias??? Those are so rare this time of year!" He examines the small purple flowers carefully. "Thank you! You have no idea how much time you just saved me in finding these beauties!" He speed walks away mumbling to himself about upcoming projects.

Leander Prewett: "...is this a joke?" The sincerity in his voice is jarring. His eyes give MC warning that this isn't funny if they're just messing around. He takes the flowers when MC doesn't back down. He looks them in the eye. "Thank you...these are beautiful. Care for a game of summoner's court?" If they were willing to give him such a gift, he definitely wanted to spend more time with them.

Amit Thakkar: "Oh MC, these are- ACHOO!" Petals and pollen go flying. "What I mean to say is, this is very nice of you, but I- ACHOO... Have allergies." He sniffs and gently returns the ruined bouquet. "Do you like origami? I can show you how to make paper- ACHOO- flowers." He grabs a handkerchief and excuses himself to blow the pollen out of his nostrils.

Everett Clopton: He looks all around to double check that MC was, in fact, presenting HIM with flowers. An uncontrollably goofy grin spreads across his face. "For me? Really? REALLY?" He takes the flowers when MC starts rolling their eyes. "Right, sorry. Don't want to make you hold your arm out forever."

Poppy Sweeting: She mistakes the bouquet for a herbology assignment she may have missed and starts freaking out. "How do I keep doing this to myself!? I've been so wrapped up in my beast studies, I missed yet ANOTHER-" She calms when MC explains that the flowers are a gift. "Oh..." She takes the flowers and mentally catalogs the ones that are not safe to have around the beasts she's working with and hands back the toxic flowers. "You can keep these. Beasties before besties, sorry."

[malsfefanfics]

Can you try Petra x Lysithea? By the way I love seeing your writing on my feed, for short drabble they're really good!

Hope you're ready for some cute fluff anon~!

Over the past twenty-five days, Lysithea had received different flowers upon her doorstep. All of them carried deep meaning when analyzed alone. And each one had some level of medicinal properties as well. While she wasn't usually one to indulge, she accepted the plants. Some she dried and pressed into books. Others she prepared for storage to use in medicines later. Some she simply kept in a vase, because as much as she didn't want to admit it, they were pretty.

Her favorite had to be the reseda. The meanings of that plant, despite how plain it seemed, touched her deeply. Not to mention that they resembled the ones back home.

And now today was day twenty-six. No doubt, she would be receiving zinnias. The plants had gone in alphabetical order. And there were very few plants that began with the final letter.

So she waited by her door, watching carefully to the underside, waiting for the shadow of feet to appear.

Minutes went by. Minutes turned nearly to an hour. Lysithea had so much left to do. But she needed to see who it was leaving her gifts.

When an hour had fully passed, a pair of feet caused a shadow.

Lysithea grabbed the handle and threw the door open, just in time to catch Petra about to set a bouquet of zinnias on the ground.

"A-ha! I caught you!"

Petra's eyes widened. "Lysithea?"

"You've been leaving me flowers the last few weeks, haven't you?" She crossed her arms, but the smile on her face was undeniable.

"Yes, I have," Petra answered. "Are they not to of your liking?"

Lysithea laughed. "Actually, I've been quite enjoying them." She nodded at the zinnias, admiring their deep pink hue. "I take it those are for me as well?"

Petra nodded, handing her the flowers. "Do you like them?"

"I do. The color is very lovely." She gave them a sniff, sighing as she took in the sweet aroma. "They are delightful."

"I am glad to be hearing- I mean, I am glad to hear that." Petra held out her hand expectantly. "So, you will be coming then?"

"Coming where?"

“To town with me to be procuring local desserts."

"I wouldn't mind doing so. But first....Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why all the flowers?" Lysithea clarified. "You have been giving me so many.

"Is it not obvious?" Petra asked, her face flushed. "I have given you flowers. You are now required to date me.”

Lysithea's eyes went wide. "Huh?"

"Is....that not the custom of your land of home?" Petra reached into her satchel, pulling out a worn out book with the sillohete of a couple dancing on the cover. "I have been reading in this book that giving flowers means you are to be courting."

One glance at the cover, and Lysithea had to hold back a groan. "Let me guess. You got that from Sylvain? Or perhaps Ferdinand?"

"Linhardt, actually."

"Of course," she sighed. "Petra, perhaps you should not take advice from the boys on courting."

"I....I see." Petra's shoulders slumped. "So....does this mean you are not wanting to be dating?"

Lysithea shook her head. "I never said that. Honestly, I think it would be nice to spend time together."

Petra's eyes lit up. "Then....will you do me the privileges of joining me on a date?"

"I would be delighted."

Lysithea took hold of Petra's arm, and allowed herself to be walked into town. She was so caught up in the smile on her companion's face, that she'd forgotten to leave the zinnias at home.

[priya-san]

Flowers

Dante x Reader

i wanted to write out some headcanons to get me back in to writing and this is what I got! Of course as soon as I found this prompt I couldn't help but think of Dante, the pure himbo that he is.

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Prompt: When your otp first start dating, who always buys them flowers, who doesn’t have the heart to tell them that they have seriously bad hay-fever.

Having never been in a relationship before, Dante decided he wanted to treat you. But with what? It was then Patty suggested flowers. “Everyone likes getting flowers!” she cried. Dante shrugged at the time, but the idea stuck with him.

So there he was, handing you flowers on your one month anniversary.

You smile and thank him, genuinely touched by the thought and his generosity, but you can already feel your nose starting to tingle. But Dante looks so happy that you liked them that you can’t tell him no.

He buys you flowers again a couple of weeks later, after you’ve had a bad day at work. It takes you a few weeks to recover from this bouquet. Dante thinks you’re sick with a cold and you don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.

This goes on for a full six months until one day Dante walks in to your apartment and catches you sneezing, again one of his lovely bouquets are sitting in a vase on your counter.

“Whoa, babe. Are you sick?” You shake your head while holding off a sneeze, but he runs over to feel your forehead anyway.

“It’s just allergies, I ran out of antihistamines yesterday.” You smile up at your concerned demon. “I’ll just need to pop over to the chemist and we’ll be good to go.”

Dante’s face screws up in concentration as you continue getting ready. It’s not allergy season, your place isn’t super dusty, so what gives? It’s then he smells the faint aroma of the flowers. He walks over to the vase and gives them a big sneeze. When you come back you see him standing over them, arms crossed. “It’s the flowers, isn’t it?”

You don’t even need to say anything, your face says it all. He grabs the vase and heads to the toilet.

“Wait, Dante! What are you doing?”

“Throwing them away!”

“Well don’t throw them down the toilet!” You grab the vase and make quick work of disposing of the flowers properly, all the while Dante hovers in the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he huffs.

You walk over and grab his hands in yours. “Because I love them. I love that you thought of me and got me these gorgeous gifts.” You sniff. “It’s just my stupid nose who didn’t love them.”

He strokes your cheek. “Yeah, well. I love your stupid nose. It’s more important than any damn gift, ok?”

You laugh and nod, which finally brings out that gorgeous grin you fell for. Before he can lean in for a kiss, you pull back suddenly and sneeze.

“Let’s, uh, go to that chemist first, shall we?”

[yemilnisu]

I feel you too! when I’m on a road trip, my mind keeps on wandering 🙋🏻‍♀️

Can I request for Iwa? I miss this guy so much 🤧 Hmm.. where his gf is asking him a lot of questions because she saw him with a girl and it bothered her, Iwa became annoyed and it lead to a fight. U can change the scenario if u want hehehe sucker for angst to fluff here. Thank you!

Have a safe trip too!

nisu entries:

hi, bub! I apologize for the late response. I changed it a bit because I’m an idiot and taught that in the timeskip this was Iwa’s job ksjsjs I hope you’ll still enjoy this :>

DOUBT

Synopsis: there’s always something that will make you question your faith to your partner but the question is would the both of you work it out or break it off?

Pairing: gym instructor!iwaizumi x fem!reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

Having a professional gym instructor as your boyfriend is fun. You get to go to the gym as much as you’d like and you can stay as long as you’d like and you also get a hot instructor to guide you with no fees needed, just give him all your love and affection afterwards and it’s all good.

But there’s always something that you hate about his job. All these girls can take advances towards your boyfriend. Especially this new girl that seems to take her advances to the next level and you watched as your boyfriend seems to enjoy his time with her.

The girl glanced at your direction, scanned you from head-to-toe and leaned towards your boyfriend’s ear and whispered something. The lad seems to become a little flustered for the reason that his cheeks flushed red then he peered to your direction, when you the two of you made eye contact, he weirdly avoided your gaze.

You waited patiently for this last session of his to finish, either listening to some music or simply scrolling through your feed but your mind was wandering somewhere else, whether what the girl’s relationship with your boyfriend was or what they were talking about earlier and right now. You trust your boyfriend with all your heart but the way his cheeks grew the hue of pink, made you question some things...

When the two of you got home, you contemplated on whether you’re going to ask him or not. Thinking he might get mad because that just means that you don’t trust him the same way he does.

But you can’t help it the memory of him blushing because of some other girl seriously made an impact to you. If he doesn’t love you anymore and find other girls attractive, you want to hear it from him.

“Uh, Hajime, who is she?” you asked trying not to sound like the ‘possessive’ girlfriend. You knew that it was his job and that was his client but you just can’t help to hear what she was to him.

“What do you mean?” he replied and quickly putting his attention back to what he was doing. He was arranging his schedule for tomorrow and he needed to finish it as soon as possible because a lot of people wanted to have a training session with him.

“The girl earlier...” you muttered under your breath as you sink into the couch, fidgeting with the hem of your shorts.

Iwaizumi’s gaze didn’t left the screen of his computer when he sighed, “you need to be a little more specific.” He knows you were beating around the bush and in that moment he was a bit irritated about it. Can’t you go straight to the point and tell him what’s on your mind? He’s a little busy you know? He really wanted to finish this ASAP.

You peered at your boyfriend and he side-eyed you, waiting for your response. “The one wearing the cyan sports wear,” you lisped.

“You mean Irina?” he admonished. “She’s the new client. Why?”

“And? Is- is that all? I mean- how would you describe her...?” you stuttered out as you swallow your nervousness to what his answer might be down your throat.

“She’s kinda cool I guess? She’s the funniest client I had,” he gushed. You were about to say something but the ringing of his phone cut you off. He looked at the caller id and answered the phone. “Hello, Irina?”

Iwaizumi stared at you for a second before standing up and walking to the balcony of your shared apartment.

You gawked at his back while he hold his phone close to his ear. Why doesn’t he want you to hear their conversation? Is it that personal? He said she was just his client but why would he be talking about private matters with her? Did he lie to you? Why would he lie to you?

You came back to your senses when he turned around to look at you, you avoided his gaze and stood up to walk to the bedroom. It was 10 pm so you decided to sleep already. You knew he would stay up until late at night arranging his schedule because that’s just how well known he his in this field.

An hour already passed by but you were still awake. Shifting your position every so often, trying to find yourself a comfortable position. But it was not that you’re not comfortable, the bed was soft, the blanket wrapped around you in such a cozy manner and the air conditioner was at the right temperature. Everything was perfect but those were not the reason to your problem, to why you can’t sleep. The problem was your constant overthinking about what happened and what Iwaizumi said earlier.

He said she was cool? And even funny? When a person finds someone funny they’ll get attached to them right? So does that mean sooner or later, he’ll get attached to her? What about you? What will happen to your relationship?

You wanted to talk to him but doing so might be his chance to break up with you. You felt hot tears stream down your cheeks and you slowly drifted into slumber.

When you woke up, the other side of the bed was already empty. You didn’t see him sleep beside you nor wake up beside him, it made your heart ache. Your guess is that he already left for work. You were disappointed, did he really forgot what day it is?

When you lift the covers off of you and placed your feet at the floor, the usual cold, hard floor felt soft. You caught sight a trail that is made of red flower petals. When and how did those petals come from? Did you slept at the wrong house?

You followed the trail trying to avoid stepping on anymore petals even though it was soft and the sensation of the sole of your feet with the mushy petals was adequate, you felt bad for stepping on them.

When you reached the end of the trail you were at the living room. There was fairy lights everywhere and the coffee table was full of snacks and sweets you love. There was also a fort made out of blankets and pillow, it looked extremely comfortable that you wanted to lay on them right that instant but there was still a lot of questions on your mind. Who made them?

You felt a presence behind you and you slowly turned around. There stood the culprit holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Happy anniversary!” Your boyfriend beamed. He gave you the bouquet and you confusingly accepted them.

“I thought you forgot- how did you even get them? These are so rare,” you were completely astound as how he got the flowers you were holding. You leaned forward to sniff the bouquet and the aroma from it lingers through your nostrils was so relaxing.

“How could I forget? I spent all night trying to move all the schedules I had today,” he grumbled but he wasn’t mad about having to move them, he was mad he didn’t spend anytime with you yesterday. “I had some help from Irina,” he observed your reaction when he mentioned that name once again.

He knew you were significantly vigilant about the girl. He knew how extra fidgety you were last night and how you sunk into the couch when you asked about her but he can’t tell you anything or it will ruin the surprise. “You see, it turns out that she owns a flower shop and to my luck they have the flowers you adores so much,” he explained.

“Oh? I didn’t know talking about flowers can make you flustered?” you bleated. Iwaizumi was confused for a second but it quickly turned into a smirk.

“Oh, so you were watching,” he snickered. It wasn’t his intention to make you jealous but he’s getting so much amusement from it. He wanted to tease you a little more but he didn’t because he knows that there’s a 50 percent chance it will turn into an argument and he didn’t want to risk it, he didn’t want to ruin you guys’ anniversary.

You bit your bottom lip as you just exposed yourself. Your heart was pounding out of your chest when he answered, “Who wouldn’t? When you’re talking about the person you love.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and tried to observe his expression.

“Yes, dummy. We were talking about you,” he bloated. You can feel the side of your lips arc upwards but you stop it before your boyfriend notices. “She said how lucky I was to have you and how extremely patient you were because you waited for our session to finish. She even said to never let you go because you were the type of girl that is one of a kind,” he elaborated.

You can see that he was sincere. Iwaizumi was never the type of guy to give you long paragraphs or tell you long speeches of how much he loves, he thought that those things are just too cringe for his liking and you completely understood. Even though he wasn’t the type to get cheesy with you he never fails to show how much he loves you.

Like he’ll try to fix his schedule just so he can pick you up and drop you off work, even though you have told him countless of times to not do that, he’s still doing it well you can’t really talk him out of things when he sets his mind to. And when he canceled all of his session for two whole days just so he can take care of you because you weren’t feeling well. That’s how the Hajime Iwaizumi shows affection, your Hajime Iwaizumi.

“And I don’t plan to. I’ll never ever let go of you, Y/n,” he continued, staring deep into your eyes and slowly leaning forward.

“You’re just saying that,” you huffed and shoved him the bouquet. You were completely messing with him. The look on his face when you pushed him away was priceless. His eyes wide open from your sudden rejected and lips slightly parted.

Before you can even take a step away from him, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer by the waist. You always knew how to tease him and Iwaizumi doesn’t mind, he doesn’t mind being teased by you. He found it kinda hot, how you can easily piss him off just because rejected his kiss or his hug. Only you have that kind of power and affect on him. “I don’t think so, princess,” he murmured, his voice deep and raspy. He leaned towards your face and kissed you slowly and with so much affection.

This time you let yourself smile. Who knew even after years of dating Iwaizumi never fails to make the butterflies in your stomach go feral.

[witchersgoldenbard]

Bards are Meant to Love (not to cook, honestly)

The Prompt: "You remembered my favourite food" and "I've missed you so much" with kisses accompanied by happy tears

read on ao3 (~1.8k words)

“Agh, bollocks!”

Listen, Jaskier is struggling. There are way too many pots and pans to manoeuvre, too many instructions on the sheet in front of him, and simply no instinct on his part when it comes to cooking. Seriously, the best thing he can do with a fork is bury it in the hand of some loud-mouthed dickhead who dares to talk shit about Witchers. And even so, that is a far safer use for a fork around him than in an actual kitchen.

And yet, here he is.

In a kitchen.

Cooking.

Because Geralt is coming back.

Finally, finally coming back! The mere thought of it makes his hands shake and his heart flutter, the air in his lungs briefly replaced by something way more dizzying.

Because Geralt is coming back.

Home. To him.

The least he can do, the very fucking least, is cook his favourite meal. Gods, he sure hopes it’s not gonna be as terrible as the last couple of times he practiced this. But the scribbled and scratched notes he added to the recipe, perfecting it, should do the deal this time. They are necessary, because apparently the professionals who composed it did not account for the sheer chaos that is Jaskier. If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself!

“Aw, fuck you!” he tells one of the pots as it gleefully, spitefully, spills its contents all over the stove. Who thought that this was a good idea again? Oh, right. This dumbass with a nationwide, nay, Continent-wide reputation of being chaotic. Great. Yeah. Right. What could possibly go wrong?

Turns out, everything can go wrong.

And Jaskier is struggling.

Somehow, miraculously, it doesn’t even taste shit. The main course is a rather simple meatloaf, a giant thing to suit Geralt’s Witcher metabolism, and seasoned exactly the way Geralt prefers. Not the bland shit you get in the taverns, Jaskier has class!

It’s the extras that make it special, that make it Geralt’s favourite. And they don’t suck yet, he has somehow managed to not overcook or oversalt them.

He barely doesn’t even dare to touch any of the pots and pans at this point, afraid to ruin something at the last minute.

Because it would not be salvageable. The sun is already setting, painting the sky a beautiful shade of pink and gold, and Jaskier takes a second to stare. Just a second, though, because, see, technically he is still busy struggling.

He wipes sweat from his forehead and groans in despair. Cooking sure is not worth all the sweat, all the stress, all the freaking out and headache, especially as the process of actually eating the meal is only a manner of mere minutes.

Now there’s a contrast for you! Jaskier has vowed to always leave a special tip for cooks that manage to produce decent food from now on. Well, when there is coin to spare. Oh, well. Maybe a compliment will have to suffice.

He sure would appreciate a compliment right now, that much is clear!

But then, sooner than anticipated, he’s… he’s done! The food seems to be pretty decent, it looks and smells better than shit – which, well, improvement on his part. And he is really proud of himself.

Now that this is out of the way, though, Jaskier has time to indulge his fluttering heart at the thought of presenting all of this to Geralt. He leaves the food on the stove to keep it warm until his dear heart arrives home, while he goes to change out of his sweaty clothes.

A few minutes later find him touching up the bouquet of flowers he put in a vase on the table. Geralt doesn’t care much about them, he knows, but he also knows that, secretly, he very well does. Not that the Witcher would ever admit to it. With a smile, Jaskier leans in and takes in a deep breath of fresh, sweet aroma.

The table is set, the food keeping warm, and Jaskier has trouble keeping calm. But why keep calm when his heart is positively beating out of his chest with the very beat that belongs only to Geralt? It’s a wonderful thing, to feel it again. To be as nervous as he was on the first day.

To see Geralt again after all this time. He cannot help but smile and let his heart beat wildly in anticipation, in excitement, in love.

He loses himself in that love for a moment – or, well, maybe a moment more – and jumps when he hears the front door falling shut. Mere seconds later, arms are wrapped around his waist from behind in a most gentle but firm way, and suddenly Jaskier finds himself all wrapped up in his Witcher.

“Hello, dear heart,” he whispers, leaning into the embrace as Geralt presses his forehead into the crook of Jaskier’s neck. And just like that, the stress of the day, the trouble, the entirely too exorbitant struggle of actually making food… everything is forgotten.

Because Geralt is home. In his arms – or rather, Jaskier is in his arms. Which is even better.

“Hmm,” the Witcher grunts, and Jaskier chuckles in delight, turning around in his love’s strong arms.

He runs his fingers through Geralt’s hair, the white locks in desperate need of a wash and proper care. Gods, Melitele’s tits, has he missed this man. What he feels for Geralt is so strong, so all-encompassing that he can’t even put it into words. None would suffice.

So, instead, he smiles at him and leans in, placing a sweet, tender kiss on the man’s lips, humming when he feels them curve up into a smile. When he pulls back, golden eyes in the softest hue are regarding him with pure, unfiltered affection.

Jaskier could come alive under those eyes, and he leans in once more. Geralt lets him, the tension of all those months apart finally seeping out of his shoulders under Jaskier’s gentle hands.

“Words overwhelming, my dear?” He knows how his Witcher gets sometimes, especially after long periods apart. The nod he gets in return, followed by a tired grunt, is answer enough. As he buries deeper into Jaskier, breathing him in, resting for a moment, Jaskier doesn’t have it in him to pull away and make him eat.

Food can wait a bit longer. First Geralt needs his cuddles. And who is Jaskier to deny him?

They stand like this for a while, holding each other, enjoying the moment, neither of them having the words to fill the silence. It’s perfect.

When Geralt moves his head to rest his chin on Jaskier’s shoulder, he takes a moment to sniff the air. Jaskier can feel his nerves return to him full blast, especially when Geralt tenses in his arms.

The Witcher pulls back and regards Jaskier with a damned unreadable expression. He meets golden eyes and wonders where he went wrong.

But Geralt’s eyes soften immediately and he’s obviously grasping for words. Jaskier smiles at him, relief filling him like the golden light of the setting sun fills the air around them.

“Hungry, my dear?” he asks, pulling back and out of Geralt’s embrace so he can get the food.

Geralt, bless his entire soul, still stands there and stares at Jaskier, the gears of his mind obviously still working, looking for words to say. It takes him until Jaskier comes back with two plates, filled to the brim with steaming, deliciously smelling varieties of food, to find his words again.

“You…” he begins, but his voice cracks and he tries again. “You remembered my favourite food.”

Now it is Jaskier’s turn to stare, because what? Of course he does! Is that what has his darling Witcher out of commission right now? Oh, this sweet, sweet man!

“Why, of course, dear heart! You would be surprised by all the things I remember. Come now, eat before it gets cold.” He sounds a lot like his mother, though his is gentler than hers could ever be.

Geralt grabs his fork and knife, but his movements are stilted and he doesn’t look away from Jaskier. Like he is trying to figure him out. Like he doesn’t already know the very depths of his heart. Jaskier lets him, doesn’t look away from this perfect, perfect man if he doesn’t have to.

“Why is this so odd to you?” he asks after a moment, wondering what moved him so.

Geralt shakes his head slightly, one shoulder lifted in a shrug, and Jaskier can see his throat working. He has never seen Geralt like this, physically lost for words. It is incredibly, impossibly endearing.

“I just—” Geralt swallows. His eyes are shining, glistening, and it’s not only from all that staring he has been doing. He shakes his head again, a minute motion, but Jaskier takes it all in. His Witcher closes his eyes, and when he opens them, there is nothing but love to be found. “I’ve missed you so much.”

The wet eyes, the hoarse voice, the unbridled affection in both, they nearly brought Jaskier to tears as well.

“I’ve missed you, too, my love. So much,” he promises, barely more than a whisper between them.

The mere thought of not kissing Geralt now, of not hugging him in favour of simply having dinner first, is appalling. It would be a waste to discard a moment such as this for nothing but food! His bardic soul, his romantic instincts forbid it!

So, still holding the shining golden eyes, Jaskier gets up and moves around the table. Geralt, bless him, gets the message and moves his chair back so Jaskier can sit in his lap.

Strong arms wind around his middle and pull him impossibly closer as Geralt nuzzles his cheek, pressing featherlight kisses to his face. Jaskier has never felt so loved as he does in this moment, and as he closes his eyes, he can feel tears coming as though they are trying to extinguish the fire in his soul, burning only for his Witcher.

But they can’t extinguish it, they only serve to make it stronger.

He turns his head towards Geralt to catch his lips in a kiss, holding him close, his hands burying themselves in the long, white hair.

Geralt kisses back, meets his passion, his affection, his love halfway. Holds him, catches him when he falls – and he does, over and over and over again does he fall for his Witcher.

“Hmm, what about the food, Jask,” Geralt tries to get in between the kisses, but it’s half-hearted at best and Jaskier chuckles, twirling Geralt’s hair around his finger.

“I’ll reheat it later,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to Geralt’s nose, his forehead, his cheek, before burying his face in the crook of his neck. “Let me have this first.”

“Have what?”

He leans back and gently strokes Geralt’s cheek, wiping away a single tear. “You, dear heart. This moment. All of it.”

“You’ve got it,” Geralt whispers. A familiar promise that never fails to make Jaskier shiver. The tears come again, but it’s okay, because Geralt’s match his own. “You’ve got it all, Jask.”

And he does. They both do.

That is all that matters.

[seokmingiggles]

peonies.

Prompt: "Going somewhere?"

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x gender neutral reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, quarantine!au (if that’s what you’d call it?), non-idol!au (this isn’t a typical tag of mine, but I want to make it clear!).

2.36k words

No warnings.

Being cooped up inside for the protection of others can become a redundant routine. Today, your boyfriend breaks that cycle and goes on an unexpected outing—safely, of course.

Alternatively, Taehyung decides that he wants to remind you of his love with the surprise of little gifts. Not that he needs to, but he wants to.

A/N: Here’s a little something I wrote in the span of a couple of hours tonight to separate my Seventeen teacup drabbles. By ‘quarantine!au,’ I mean this one-shot takes place in our current situation with Covid-19 :/ I truly hope all of you are able to stay safe and healthy. Please wear a mask when you go out! We will fight this pandemic!! ♡

•• The distinct metal clinking of keys jingling by the front door catches your attention.

"Going somewhere?"

Taehyung looks up from his feet after slipping on a pair of brown boots. He's got his keys in one hand, along with a slightly crumpled list of something illegible to you from your spot on the couch. A black medical mask is hung haphazardly to the side off of one of his ears.

He stands up tall, "Just got a couple of errands to run. I'll be right back." Your boyfriend flashes you a smile, rounding his cheeks into rolls of puffy dough.

You hum out, "Okay," and return his small wave as he leaves your shared apartment.

There's a slight crisp to the air outside today. It nips on the tips of Taehyung's cheeks exposed from his mask. The boy considers if he should have put on a scarf, too, overtop his jacket. Overtop his mask? It's too late now, he muses. At least his hands are warm inside his fleece-lined pockets, and his round nose is sheltered from the late-winter air. He clutches the piece of paper tightly in his right hand. Writing lists may be obsolete now in the digital age, but Taehyung can't deny how he likes the feel of pen on paper, even if he can recite each written line from memory; crossing off his to-do lists makes him feel accomplished.

His shoes gently click on the sidewalk. The streets are emptier than he's used to seeing. The light snowfall from a few days ago has already melted. Instead, some dead leaves rustle across the dry ground. Someone is walking on the same sidewalk, heading in Taehyung's direction. She's wearing a similar medical-grade mask with hands stuffed deeply into her pockets too. Her hair blows violently in the head-on wind. She looks up from her footsteps, and Taehyung swears he can see what might be a polite smile beneath her mask. The boy's eyes crinkle slightly at the corners in response, continuing on his way.

His first stop is the used bookstore. The smell of old paper and the slight dryness from the dust make their way through Taehyung's mask, into his nose. He doesn't have anything specific in mind. He does, however, know the types of books you like to read. Shelf after shelf, he scans the spines one by one, in search of a title that stands out to him. Stardust, he ruminates, eyes inspecting the plain royal blue cover. It seems simple enough, and if you don't like it, he may consider reading it.

Taehyung weaves through the maze of piled books laid out on the floor; there are far too many for the small shop to accommodate. The owner of the store is sat behind the desk at the side, likewise surrounded by stacks upon stacks of books. Some are dustier than others; some look newer than others.

"Just this one today?" the bookkeeper ponders, face half-masked.

"Yes, please."

The blue-bound book finds a place in the crook of the boy's elbow, pressed to his chest as he returns on his walk. This time, someone is on a run with their dog, jogging on the opposite side of the street. Taehyung never sees his face, only the back of his head as he moves ahead. But he does notice the little elastics of his mask tucked around his ears once he passes by. Muscular, yet lean calves push him to run further; the brown spotted dog seems to skip happily along the sidewalk next to its owner.

The aroma of the bakery is mildly evident before he crosses the street. Located as the first shop on the corner of a new avenue, the little store contains your favourite treats, Taehyung's too. A family-owned business, the boy wants to support their shop during this time of limited sales. Frankly, the boy wishes he could do the same for all of the little stores lining the streets here downtown.

The bell above the door chimes when Taehyung enters the store; the sound resonates in the single room. A rush of hot air smacks his face.

With the sound of footsteps coming down from the upstairs attachment, the shop owner appears in a blue mask. "Welcome!" her voice is jolly, eyes in crescents. "Is it the usual for today, Taehyung?"

The boy in question nods with a smile, fluffy bangs bouncing with the movement, "Please."

The patissier moves to the windowed counter displaying significantly fewer treats than what would have been a year ago.

"Is it a special occasion?"

"No," Taehyung admits. "Just because."

There's a twinkle in the baker's eye. "They're a lucky one."

Taehyung doesn't say anything, and instead, he thinks how he's the lucky one out of the two of you.

He pays with cash, rounding up as an extra tip. The two exchange thanks and other pleasantries, and Taehyung sets back out in the cool air on his way. The paper gift bag holds the two cardboard containers with mouth-watering snacks inside. He slips the novel carefully into the bag, making sure it doesn't rip.

The florist is his final stop on today's little journey.

Blooming buds of each and every colour of the rainbow and then some invade Taehyung's vision. He's sure the fragrant floral scent would be more potent without wearing his mask. He tries to sniff one of the bunches of tulips near the entryway. No, it's mostly neutral with a hint of dust leftover from the bookstore.

"For any reason in particular? Birthday? Anniversary?"

Taehyung is brought from his flower-sniffing, seeing the florist behind the counter bearing what might be an amused grin. The boy hides his frustration at being unable to read people's expressions properly when concealed by the masks.

"Ah, no," his face flushes slightly, "not today. Could I still get some flowers, though?"

"Of course," she beams. "Anything specific?"

The boy ponders, examining each prearranged bouquet laying about. They all look beautiful to him, but Taehyung also doesn't know much about flowers. What's more important to him is how much you like them; that's all he needs to know.

"Surprise me," is his answer, confident in the florist's abilities.

Taehyung ends up leaving the store with a combination of delicate daffodils, carnations, roses, and two large peonies in the center. The bright yellows of the daffodils compliment the ivory carnations and ruby-red roses. The pastel pink peonies, Taehyung thinks, might be his favourite from the bunch. Maybe the two of you are peonies? You're certainly pretty like a flower, yes, so why not a peony?

Taehyung heads in the opposite direction from his travels, starting the walk back to the apartment. The paper bag containing the pastries and the book is still clutched tightly in one hand, while the colourful, decorative flowers are held with significantly more care in his other hand.

The sky is grey today, filled with an abundance of dense clouds. Taehyung swears it had been blue when he had left the house earlier, although now, it looks like there may be another snowfall. More leaves scatter with the wind, blowing in Taehyung's direction. They dance in the breeze, scraping the cemented road and landing in the crook of an alleyway between two shops, both with their lights off and variations of 'Closed' signs decorating the doors.

Sure enough, what can barely be classified as snow begins to fall from the heavens. Tiny flakes of white flutter down, instantly melting as they hit the sidewalk. The only evidence of their existence is when they land on Taehyung's black woollen jacket, but even then, they don't last for very long.

The distinct metal clinking of keys signals your boyfriend's return home. Taehyung takes in your appearance, now off the couch and facing the stove with your back to him. You've changed out of your trusty pair of sweatpants you've been housed in for the past months, opting for something slightly more form-fitting, but comfortable still, nonetheless. Your hair looks washed. Maybe you took a shower in the time Taehyung had been out. You're boiling some water in a pot, from what the boy can tell. Yes, upon moving closer, some pasta swirls around in the churning bubbles, steam escaping only to be swept up in the oven range above.

"You're done with your errands?" you call out over your shoulder, returning your gaze to the cooking pasta as you listen to your boyfriend removing his outerwear by the front door. "How was it out there?"

Taehyung moves his sock-clad feet to where you stand. After washing his hands, a pair of warm arms tenderly wraps around your torso from behind, followed by a brisk peck to your cheek.

"It was quiet out there, as you'd expect," the boy mulls over as he traces some unknown shape onto your hipbone. "Do you want to see what I got?"

You comply with his request, turning the stove's burner down before moving in his embrace as he shifts the two of you to the kitchen island. There, the array of treats are splayed out.

Your eyes immediately land on the flowers: the colours nearly take your breath away. It's been so long since you've seen something so alive. You don't fail to notice the brown paper bag with your favourite bakery's emblem stamped on the side. Something else is peeking out of the bag, something blue that you can't distinguish.

"Why?" you can't help but ask Taehyung. "What's the reason for all of this?" Still held in his arms, you slightly twist so you can glance upwards at your boyfriend.

He's already looking at you with his big brown eyes. Little droplets of melted snow rest daintily in his hair. You reach upwards to brush some aside, also smoothing down some of the astray strands displaced from the wind.

"The reason is that I love you."

"You're too good, Tae," you whisper, hugging the boy properly and burying your face into him. "I love you too."

Another kiss finds your head before you pull away, but only to move closer once again to place your lips on Taehyung's. His nose is cold, but his mouth is hot as you move together with years of practice. You're the first one to part, but staying close enough for noses to brush. Taehyung has a hand cupping the side of your face, thumbing over the roundest part of your cheek from your smile: a shape comparable to a soft bread bun.

Being stuck inside has its downfalls; you and Taehyung are no exception. You've had more arguments in the span of the past ten months than all of the years in your relationship combined. Considering them as arguments may be putting it harshly, disagreements or miscommunication are more accurate depictions of your quarrels. Perhaps the fatigue of being confined indoors is to blame. The worst dispute was a couple of months ago, where you and Taehyung grimly doubted the status of your relationship—if any of it was worth it anymore.

Clearly, you managed to work things out as here you sit on the sofa now, biting into one of the flaky, buttery croissants—one of the few treats adorning the inside of the paper bag. The raspberry preserves on the inside burst across your tongue in a pleasant tartness, complementing the sweet pastry. The pasta on the stove now forgotten, moved to the side and off the burner for another time. You offer Taehyung a bit of the croissant to which he complies, taking a large bite from it. Little flecks of gold decorate the corners of his mouth; one finds a spot on his upper lip beside the dimple of his cupid's bow.

"You're cute," you mumble, gently removing the crumbs from his mouth.

Taehyung disagrees, a voice so soft you'd nearly miss it if he weren't in such proximity, "Not as cute as you, my love." He takes your hand in his, pressing a string of little pecks onto your fingers. Your hand stays in his even after the kisses placed, digits now laced comfortably.

You take another bite of the raspberry croissant until there's one mouthful left. You wordlessly offer it to your boyfriend.

The floral bouquet occupies the center of the kitchen table. It's a fluorescent sight between the dulled walls of the apartment. Like a little piece of sunshine, the flowers provide you with a sense of warmth or energy that you no longer experience trapped in your confined space day after day.

The snow has picked up outside. The clouds have only gotten denser since Taehyung's return home. The sky is gradually growing darker with the hour; streetlamps flicker on one-by-one, lining the streets in glowing amber and putting spotlights on the colourless, falling flakes. Rooftops and tree branches gradually become covered in a dusting of white.

"I love you," Taehyung repeats out of the blue, causing you to remove your gaze from the winter landscape forming outside.

You examine his face as his eyes flutter between yours. A pretty shade of pink blossoms on his cheeks while his mouth lifts into the smallest of smiles.

"I love you too," you say with all earnest. "Thank you for everything today."

"Of course," he nuzzles into the top of your head, pulling you close against him. "I'm sorry we have to stay indoors most of the time."

"It's not your fault, Tae."

The boy hums in acknowledgement. "Sometimes I wish I could solve it all, you know? Like if I wish or pray, or maybe if I believe hard enough, everything will be fixed. Everything will be normal again."

"Things will be normal again," you return. Your thumb strokes over Taehyung's on the hand you're still holding. Your head finds his shoulder.

Taehyung is warm and familiar and possibly the only constant in your life right now. Your eyes reach the flowers in the vase on the dining table once more—vibrant and attractive yellows, reds, and pastel pinks.

You squeeze your boyfriend's hand: a silent thank you; an unsaid I love you.

Taehyung squeezes your hand back.

To do:

live for today

and cherish (Y/N)

••

[shaezerburn]

Flowers for Freezerburn Week. :)

WC: 1790

Haven’t written in forever. Dunno if I like it. Ahhhh. Either way, FREEZERBURN FOR THE SOUL ENJOY THESE TWO NERDS.

A single golden chrysanthemum laid on her desk.

Her lavender eyes scanned the room for a hint of who or what might’ve laid it there. Nobody seemed too suspicious, or out of place. The usual group of guys in the back were doing their, well, dude things. Some of the girls seemed to be doing their own things as well. Blake on her phone, Velvet messing with her camera, and so on. And well, there was another student - one particular student who always seemed to be giving everyone and anyone the cold shoulder. Weiss Schnee who was nose deep in a textbook.

Yang tried to envision every single one of her classmates sneaking in, and dropping the flower off on her desk. But none seemed more preposterous than to have someone like Weiss dropping off the flower. So much so that Yang snickered to herself, only to be interrupted by a smack on the back.

“Yang! Is that a flower?” Sun peeked around Yang’s shoulder, side-stepping now to grab the flower. He took a hearty sniff, “Oh wow, that’s pretty fresh.” He turned to Yang who had an eyebrow raised at his forwardness, he seemed to wave the flower in her face, “Is this from an admirer?” 

Yang yanked the flower out of his hand and carefully set it back on the desk. “Honestly, I don’t know. It was just here when I arrived.” She looked around the room, Sun doing the same but waving happily at Blake at the same time.

“You think it could be anyone in here?” Sun asked he spoke loud enough for Yang to hear as he walked a few feet to get to Blake’s desk. Yang set down her backpack near the desk, grabbed the flower and followed Sun to Blake’s desk. 

“Nah,” she shook her head, “Hey Blake, did you see who put this here?” she waved the flower in front of Blake’s face. Blake swatted at Yang, as Yang quickly pulled back the flower. 

“No. It was here when I walked in.”

“And that was?”

“Fifteen minutes ago.”

“Seriously?” Yang guffawed. The thought of someone coming in here so early before 8 am just to drop off a flower for Yang was seriously something else for her. Who would actually have the dedication to do that? Although Yang secretly found it kind of cute and sweet, she never considered herself ever getting flowers. Especially since she was the kind of gal to go and give flowers. “Weird…” she muttered.

“Who even grows these types of flowers, anyways?” Sun gawked at the flower. “What type is it?” he mischievously stole back the flower from Yang observing it in an obnoxious manner.

Yang shoved Sun in retaliation, “The least you could do is not destroy it and let me figure that out!” as she growled out her statement she stole back the flower and returned to her desk.

Yang returned to her desk and carefully slipped the flower into her backpack. This flower mystery was surely going to get the better of her and her thoughts. Yang could not figure out who, what, or why someone would leave a flower for her. 

“Alright class,” Professor Port called out as he entered the room “The lesson for today is…”

It didn’t really matter what the lesson was for Yang, either way, she’d pass. And either way, she’d get down to the mystery of who had left this flower on her desk. One way or another.

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Weeks passed and the mystery of who had left the flower there was growing. Yang had managed to trickle it down to several suspicious people. One was Mercury, she hadn’t of known why she would’ve thought he was a suspect - but her gut instinct and the massive amount of glares she had constantly received from the suspect in question was something to be wary about. Maybe he had a crush. Or maybe he was buttering her up to be her number one enemy on the campus.

Sun and Blake had agreed on the suspicions of Mercury, but they also seemed to single out Shay-D. His goofy and nearly toothless smile was also something to be cautious about. Was he too, crushing on Yang? Or was this some sort of long-winded prank that Yang was waiting on the punchline for? 

Lastly, it seemed like Neptune was a good contender. Sun’s best friend. Although the combination of his incessant flirting and denial of the floral arrangement went hand in hand as the days went on. Yang wasn’t sure if Neptune was actually capable of such romantic interactions such as fresh flowers and of the likes.

Things for Yang had only grown more mysterious. One Friday morning Yang came in to see her desk surrounded by other classmates. Yang shuffled her way through the small crowd to see a gorgeous bouquet of chrysanthemums on her desk. Golden chrysanthemums lined the outside, while another smaller circle was covered with orange, and then a single yellow one rested as the centerpiece. 

A hard blush came over Yang as her classmates gawked at her new gift. Just who in the world was giving her these flowers? And how in the hell did they know that these were her favorite flowers? One single flower, Yang considered a fluke - but a whole bouquet dedicated to Yang along with her favorite colors… well that, that wasn’t a coincidence. 

Shooing everyone away from her desk, she slammed her backpack on the ground and sat at her desk. Focusing long and hard on the flowers before her. Their aroma to her, was intoxicating. Her favorite flower, and favorite smell.

She groaned and covered her face in her hands. This was going to bother her. Just who exactly was this mysterious flower giver? She looked around the classroom, exchanging small glances with some classmates who too were curious about the mystery admirer.

Sun and Blake gave her pitying looks and shrugs. It seemed like they too were just spectators in this spectacle. Her eyes scanned once more, she met eyes with someone she didn’t expect to. Weiss Schnee. Weiss seemed to sneer at her, brows furrowed. Her head quickly turned away, going back to whatever she was doing before their eyes had met. Yang shook her head and turned back to her desk looking at the flowers.

It wasn’t Weiss. Sun. Blake. Or Neptune, or anyone else in this classroom. Who in their right mind would just send Yang flowers of all things? 

She would figure it out one way or another.

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It seemed like her mysterious admirer had other ideas when it came to a confrontation. In Yang’s locker appeared a sticky note -  ‘Meet me on the roof if you want to know who I am.’ It was signed with a badly drawn bouquet of flowers. It was way passed leaving time as Yang had stayed back for a little extra credit work. 

“So you know my locker number too?” Yang muttered to herself, folding the note and sticking it in her pocket. The roof, huh? Yang racked her mind by trying to remember what was on the roof. There were certain electives and academics that had taken odd spots around the school’s campus, so this just had to be another one.

She walked her way up towards the roof, taking a staircase after staircase. Just who else on earth would be at school still?

Finally arriving at the rooftop, she prepared to meet this mysterious admirer.

Passing through the door, she was greeted by bright sunlight on its way to meet the horizon, causing her to squint and shield her face with her hand. There was a light breeze in the air as Yang closed the rooftops door behind her. An aroma like no other hit her nose, she stared at ahead of her finally getting back her senses. 

Before her were rows and rows of flowers, lined up on the rooftops. A small cabin laid in the center of it all. Who exited the cabin, was what surprised Yang most of all.

Weiss Schnee exited the cabin, wiping sweat off of her forehead and approached Yang with an air about her.

“No way…” Yang stood there in shock, “You?!” she approached Weiss with a fervor. 

Weiss of all things nonchalantly nodded with a very soft “Yeah.”

Now flabbergasted Yang stood there with her mouth agape. “Why?”

This simple question made Weiss smirk. “You’re really cute when you look at flowers,” she answered almost immediately. “Your secret love for them is really admiring.”

Yang took a step back and blushed, “How would you know that?!”

“You really don’t notice the world around you, do you? Though, I guess there is to say you DO stop to smell the flowers every now and then.” Weiss sighed and twiddled her thumbs anxiously.

“What are you talking about?!” 

Weiss rolled her eyes, “You can’t be serious, Yang. Every Saturday, at 6:30 AM you pass by Fiona’s Flowers and smell every single flower there. Stopping at the chrysanthemums the longest. Then when you come by again, same day, 6:30 PM and do it again, but only if no one is watching.”

Yang was speechless. How the hell did Weiss know all of these things? And did she SEE her if Yang had taken every precaution to make sure that no one knew about her secret love and her secret routine when she goes to the gym and work!

“I work at Fiona’s Flowers by the way. Every Saturday.” Weiss admitted.

By now Yang’s face was the reddest it had ever been. “Please, don’t tell anyone…”

“Don’t tell anyone that you like flowers? Yang, do you know how ridiculous you sound?”

“I know, but please...can we let it be our little secret?”

Weiss approached Yang, her eyes locked on to Yangs. Yang’s blush grew. “Sure, but…”

“But..?”

She was now inches apart from Yang’s face, looking up at her intensely. Yang could feel her heartbeat in her throat, Weiss was gorgeous from afar she had to admit, but this close up? Beauty beyond words.

“Can you keep mine?”

There was a small hesitation with Weiss, she wasn’t sure that Yang would accept what she was about to do. But Yang watched her carefully, actually leaning in towards Weiss to help her with her own ‘secret’. Weiss’s lips met Yang’s. Yang had clearly accepted the movement, kissing her back - but as Weiss pulled away Yang was still clearly shocked.

“Uh..wow. Yeah, I…” Yang sputtered out, her body burned. Her face still having that one shade of red covering it. “C-Can we keep doing this?” her arms gestured around her.

“The flowers or the kissing?”

“Both?” Yang sputtered.

“Both is good.” Weiss smiled.

[jkslug]

amortentia | pjm hp au

∷ To Park Jimin, you would always be the receiver to his annoying teasing, so when he gets put on the spot by your professor to smell a love potion you, and his girlfriend, are very intrigued to find out the results

Inspired by this prompt list

Jimin x Reader

Words: 3,582

∵ fluff

∵ hp au … e2l au

“And this—“ professor Elphick motions towards the steel cauldron, spirals of cloud emit out slowly, dancing together till they part and dissipate once they hit the ceiling, “—is Amortentia; one of the most powerful love potions in existence. It does not create love, but the drinker forms a powerful obsession and infatuation.”

Most of the class (mostly all the girls) huddle forward, leaning over to look down at the potion calmly sitting still. It was said to be dangerous, but it looked anything but harmful from first glance, using the glossy sheen as light cascades down as a cloak— a disguise. Every girl was in a trance, staring down at the answer to all their unrequited loves. You thought it was a load of rubbish, it wasn’t love, it was a spell. You had no time for staying up late wondering if that certain someone would ask you out; that time was filled with studying for this said lesson.

But you had to admit, the scent was strong and you could still smell it from where you stood, however, you were confused as to why you smelt those things in particular. It was said anything you smelt from the potion was the thing you’re most attracted to, but you couldn’t connect them to anything special— ‘mud? Why on earth do I smell mud?’

“Amortentia has a different aroma for—“

Professor Elphick was rudely interrupted by the door to the classroom swinging open and two students you recognized as Park Jimin and his new girlfriend, Amy, giggling as they walked into the lesson thirty minutes late. Almost immediately you made eye contact with Jimin and his giggling came to a halt. You despised his cheeky grin and the glittery eyes he was looking at you with; it was somehow intimidating even though most would’ve seen it as friendly. To you, Jimin’s smiles were never sincere— just to tease. That’s all he ever did, tease you. Any opportunity to get you flustered and try to correct him whilst stuttering or get you glaring with infuriating anger till you popped off on him, Jimin took it.

You wouldn’t class him as your friend; you wouldn’t even class him as an acquaintance. You just saw him as the stereotypical popular boy who loved to tease the ‘nerd’. You weren’t even a nerd; studying would get you better grades so that just is a logical thing to do.

Elphick glowered at the two as she rested her hands on her hips, “you’re thirty minutes late, the both of you. Care to explain to the whole class where you both were?”

“Well—“ Jimin started, but couldn’t finish. Laughter was interrupting his excuse that you didn’t want to hear anyway by the way Amy was still giggling and clutching onto Jimin and his disgruntled robes.

“Please, don’t let them finish,” you sighed in annoyance and rolled your eyes.

“Oh don’t lie y/n, I know you secretly want to know,” the way Jimin stared at you and smirked as he hinted to the class who already knew what they were up to felt violating, “don’t deny it, you’re obsessed with me.”

Your eyes had made it to the back of your head from how far back you were rolling them.

The class —mostly the guys— were chattering, snickering and whispering before professor Elphick spoke up, “silence! Jimin, Amy, seeing as you’re late to my class you’ll be my guinea pigs. Please, both of you come up to the cauldron and tell us what you smell as you’re both so loved up.”

Jimin wasn’t as enthusiastic as Amy walking up to the cauldron— or in Amy’s case, skipping. She volunteered first, leaning over and sniffing happily and the whole class watched the smoke fill her up like a glass of water.

Amy closed her eyes, her whole face beaming as she thought over the different scents, “sticky toffee pudding, a summer meadow and Jimin’s robes,” it was all said so sweetly before she walked off and joined the group standing right next to you and smirking proudly— ‘Yes, well done, you are attracted to your boyfriend.’

You were intrigued to see if her boyfriend was actually attracted to her as well.

Jimin scuffed his shoes along the floor, approaching the cauldron and standing there casually with his hands in his pockets; you couldn’t even see if he smelt the potion but he opened his mouth to start speaking anyway, most of the class expecting him to say the exact same as Amy.

“I smell… sweet apples,” Jimin mumbled quietly, flashing back.

Jimin watched you from afar, sitting and reading in the courtyard as you munched onto a perfect red apple. He watched the way your lips kissed the ruby skin so delicately before pulling away and eating it like a giraffe, contradicting the way you softly bite into it.

Who would find that attractive? Who would find you pretty as you ate so carelessly?— Did you have no awareness? No care?

Of course, you didn’t— and Jimin hated himself for finding that so incredibly endearing and attractive.

He needed to distract himself from that moment of weakness; Jimin couldn’t believe himself for wishing he was the apple that was coming in contact with your mouth and blamed it on the incredulous amount of hormones flying around the courtyard. His thoughts were misled— Yes, misled.

You were sat still, casually minding your business before you could no longer feel the warmness of the sun and looked up to see if it was hidden behind clouds but all you saw was a deep green and a shining silver tie and robes. Eyes met once you looked up a little further and you froze in confusion as to why Jimin was standing right in front of you and interrupting your ‘me’ time.

“Can I help you?” you swallow the remains of the apple in your mouth and straighten your back.

Jimin smirks sickly, “close your mouth when you eat, I could see down your throat from the other side of the courtyard.”

If you had taken another bite you would’ve choked on your apple, but you didn’t so you flushed a bright shade of red. Your face squeezed into one of pure fury as you gathered your books and clutched them to your chest as you stood up, levelling yourself with Jimin, “then stop looking at me and we wouldn’t have this problem would we?”

You huff, spinning on your heel and letting your hair flick against Jimin’s face before storming off and back inside to tell your friends how much of an ass Jimin is being.

Jimin shakes his head and the memory of you away. That couldn’t be it; the smell must be referring to something different. Amy ate an apple the other day— or was it a peach?

The whole class went quiet at Jimin frowning to himself, however, professor Elphick pestered him to continue, “and? Any sticky toffee pudding in there—?”

“—lavender… I can smell lavender,” Jimin interrupts quickly and his mind goes back to the same place.

Your grimace, of course. Amy’s perfume reeks of lavender and her happiness is clear once he says it.

Sweetly, you lean over and gently sniff the calming and captivating fragrance from the lavender planted in the ground before you. Bouquets of different flowers left an intangible mark in your brain and you lean over and grab the stem of the lavender and trimmed it off, reaching around and placing it in your pocket.

“I’m pretty sure the groundskeeper forbids us from messing with the flowers,” a voice suddenly speaks behind you, shocking your fight or flight response and showing all you would do was shriek and fall back, “wow y/n, you’re definitely up to something.”

The familiar sonority of Jimin’s laughter ringed in your ears and you turned around with a glare, “I’m not up to anything, I’m gathering ingredients for a potion— and I already asked him and he said I could.”

The triumphant smile on your face made Jimin, and his heart, jump in a way he didn’t think it would and he watched your movements so carefully as you stood back up and dusted off your robes and tightened your green tie.

Jimin shakes his head, fluffy hair bouncing with it, “the only kind of potions that use lavender is the sleeping draught and a fire-breathing potion, and I’m pretty sure neither of them is required for that class—“

“Okay fine!” you grunt and turn away from him, wafting your hair in his face again, giving him a chance to secretly take a sniff, “I just like the smell,” you mumbled so quietly you hoped he didn’t hear.

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut— no, it’s about Amy. Amy, Amy, nope. It’s you.

“No!” Jimin shouts out of nowhere, alerting the whole class and the professor.

“You don’t smell lavender?” professor Elphick asks, unaware of Jimin’s inner turmoil.

“N—no, I smell lavender,” Jimin looks up, but his eyes were busy and trying their best to avoid looking at you at all. The realization was settling in for him and it felt like his heart was stuck in his throat. No matter how much Jimin wanted to deny he smelt things related to you the next thing he smelt in the cauldron was enough evidence he felt something different towards you than he first thought.

Jimin leant in and immediately shot back. He knew what he could smell because he smelt it every time you turned away from him; he smelt it every time your hair tickled his face; he smelt it every time you huffed in anger, smiled in satisfaction or flushed with a blush before you walked away from him.

The oh-so-familiar sweet scent of your shampoo wafted from the potion and straight towards Jimin’s nose and he began to stutter, “a—and uhm—?”

“Yes?” Elphick dragged out the vowel and smiled, catching onto his nervousness.

Jimin took another smell so he wouldn’t have to tell the entire class and his girlfriend he smelt your shampoo and everything related to you; basically admitting he was unknowingly in love with you.

“and I smell…” Jimin closed his eyes, accepting who the smell was suggesting, “mud.”

The students look at each other in confusion as your eyes widen in shock— ‘mud? I smelt mud too, what does that mean?’ 

You look down, connecting the dots and looking back up and making eye contact with a just as shocked Jimin; the same memory flashing back through each of your heads at the exact same time.

“Jimin! We’re on the same team you asshole!” You fly down on your broom to Jimin and hit his arm, “You’re the beater, you’re supposed to aim the bludger at the opponents, not teammates!”

Jimin feigns innocence, “I have no idea what you are talking about, we’re supposed to be practising y/n, you don’t have to stop practice just to talk to me.”

You grunt and wipe the stray wet hair out of your face. Not only was Jimin bothering you intensely, but the rain was fogging your vision making it difficult to see an arm’s length in front of you. Quidditch practice for the Slytherin team was always difficult due to yours and Jimin’s continuous spats. It was every practice; you and every single team member were surprised your team won any matches with the number of distractions you two caused.

Hovering right in front of Jimin on your broom you watched his expression change to one of pure fear, “what? What now Jimin?”

“Duck—!” it was too late for you to do anything as you felt a hard impact square in the middle of your back, pushing your forward and onto Jimin, knocking him off too as you both fell onto the ground with whines, grunts and large thuds as you both rolled through the mud.

You hear the shouts of your teammates asking if you’re alright and a whooshing sound of someone trying to capture the stray bludger that hit you. Groaning, you lift your head up slowly until it was immovable once you pressed your forehead against Jimin’s who was currently on top of you.

His eyes were scanning your face, seeing all the mud tangled in your hair and the dirt brown smudged over your cheeks and neck. Jimin glanced at your nose till he met your eyes, watching how they were squeezed in pain and still sparkling with no sun in sight to light them up in the first place.

“Unbe—“ you go to speak but stop in awe as Jimin’s hand caresses your cheek, swiping mud away but keeping his knuckles touching your cheeks just because he felt like it. You kept your mouth shut, pressing your lips together in confusion and to stop yourself from screaming.

“Are you two okay?”

“—Yes!” both of you shout in unison as Jimin hurries off you.

You jolt your neck down and avoid the prolonged eye contact between you and Jimin. Your eyes dart back and forth, trying to find any way mud could be related to Amy in any way possible.

Jimin, on the other hand, rushed back to the crowd of students hoping you didn’t think it was about you; that Jimin may harbour secret feelings towards you that even he didn’t know about. He could feel Amy’s glare on his side; she most likely figured out what he was saying might’ve not been about her and he was sure to get a scolding for it later.

“Alright…” the professor clapped her hands together, “let’s continue with the lesson then shall we?”

After finishing collecting all your things, you smile to the professor and head out the door being the last one to leave like usual. The corridor was usually empty at this time as everyone would be crowding in the great hall as right about now dinner would be served; you weren’t about to be the last to walk in and have everyone stare at you so you started to speed walk.

“Jimin seriously, who was it about? Because it certainly wasn’t about me,” you come to an immediate halt once you hear Amy’s voice from around the corner. Out of pure curiosity, you stay still, hugging the corner and looking round to see Amy in a defensive stance whilst Jimin stays still with his hands in their usual home of his pockets as he leans up against the cobblestone wall.

“Amy I told you—“

“I honestly have no idea how mud is related to me Jimin,” Amy started to tap her foot, “so who the hell is it?”

“Amy I don’t know— I told you this,” Jimin looked bored of the conversation already.

Amy groans and relaxes from her position, “do you even care that it wasn’t me you’re most attracted to?”

You felt your heart hurt for Amy when all you saw Jimin do was shrug. He was finished with the conversation before it even started and it looked as if he lost another girlfriend and she was heading straight in your direction, “screw you Jimin, don’t talk to me.”

Gasping, you sprinted slightly and fast-walked to the great hall and acted as if you did not hear that conversation.

You sat amongst fellow Slytherin’s and started eating your food as your mind drifted back to Jimin and that damn potion. Punching yourself for constantly thinking about him just because there was that one connection didn’t feel like the best option— it probably wasn’t even a connection, maybe you just really liked the outdoors? 

Your fork was dragged over your plate, messing up all the food as you pondered over it. Jimin had been nothing but a negative energy in your life; you may have respected him in some aspects, but he was nothing but a tease and kept dangling you off the edge of the cliff, promising safety only to be the one stepping on your fingers.

“Y/n are you there?” a hand was waved in front of your face and you blinked quickly, looking up and to be presented with the one your mind is constantly filled with. Why did Jimin always have to just appear in front of you?

“What do you want?” you look at him up and down. He did not look like someone who had just broken up with his girlfriend.

“I need some advice,” Jimin spoke sincerly. No smile. Nothing but a look of worry in his eyes.

You tilt your head and wash your face with confusion as Jimin smiles at you. It’s not like he could tell you he thought it was adorable, but at least he knew that’s how he felt about every expression or reaction you gave.

Jimin continues despite your confusion, “I’ve come to a realization about my feelings towards someone. Unfortunately, I know if I asked them out it would be immediate rejection so how do you think I can win them over?”

You clear your throat and look down, deciding to just go along with it and respond, “well… are you friends with this girl?”

“I’m pretty sure she hates me,” although he spoke like that he had a wide smile on his face.

“Oh, then… maybe try befriending her? Getting to know her and letting her get to know you too, the real you wherever he is,” your throat became dry from talking to Jimin this normally for so long. You grabbed the glass of water and start slowly drinking.

“Okay,” Jimin leans forwards and rests on the table, “y/n I like you, be friends with me.”

The whole great hall looked towards you both as you released on Jimin, spitting water all over his face in dismay. He looked like a drowned rat as droplets of water fell from the tips of his hair and onto the table.

You squeezed your eyes shut— ‘fuck! he’s going to shout at me, hit me, kill me. I can’t believe I did that!’

Jimin took the next step and burst out laughing, surprising you as your eyes open back up but wider. Jimin giggled a lot more once he saw your expression, “this will be interesting.”

You looked at Jimin’s smile and didn’t see a hint of teasing; it looked genuine and it was so incredibly beautiful. It seemed to also be infectious as you smiled back.

Two months later. Two whole months. It took that long before Jimin had you pushed you up against the school hallway wall and kissed you like this. It took him the first month to actually convince you he was serious about you in the way he said he was; it was like you had a puppy following you around as he walked with you, sat next to you in class, saved himself a seat next to you in the dining hall by default and you didn’t do anything to stop him. It was rather interesting and you got to know him in a way you didn’t think you would.

You found out he was actually muggle-born; you found out he hates pineapples but likes pineapple juice; you found out he was just as reactive as you and he was incredibly amusing to tease back. They were small things, but it made you feel closer to him than you were before and that was all it took to convince you it was serious. The whole school were surprised at Jimin’s change of demeanour towards you, but it didn’t mean your brawls in quidditch practice stopped— it just ended in aggressive flirting instead.

And that was what the remaining month was: aggressive flirting and teasing.

It was exactly two months ago and Jimin had enough, as you were walking to potions class together; you were just standing there, being you. He couldn’t stop himself. Jimin pulled you into a smaller corridor and that’s all you had got up to so far as you were relishing in the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

Your hands moved up into his hair and tugged slightly when he started kissing down your neck, faintly biting against your skin knowing he would get a scolding if he left a mark.

“Jimin… we’ll be late for class,” you flash open your eyes as you gasp; it was either because he sucked down on your sensitive spot or because you saw the clock behind you, “Jimin, I’m one of those girls; one of those girls you arrive late with to class whilst giggling because you were literally fooling around with her moments before. I’m that girl now.”

“Y/n you’re the only girl,” Jimin pulled away to reassure you, only to be met with a teasing grin. He shakes his head, “hey! I told you I—!”

“You’re obsessed with me, I get it,” you place your finger onto his swollen lips and push him back slightly to straighten yourself out, reaching out to fix his tie and collar too, “can we just go to class?”

Jimin shook his head.

“No?” you furrow your eyebrows.

“Are you serious? I’ve been waiting to do this with you for two months, probably longer, and you just… stop me?” Jimin smiles and steps closer again, getting you to giggle and place your hands onto his chest.

“How about if we go to class now and after it’s finished we sneak back into the common room whilst everyone is eating?” you raise one eyebrow and it was just enough for Jimin to let you go.

Well not entirely; he tightly held onto your hand the whole walk to potions class.

[jenovahh]

Simple - Part 1

Summary: You've defeated gods, liberated nations, traveled across worlds...and yet you desire simplicity. Someone who simply loves you for you, who lives the simple life you dreamed of.

Your dreams lately, show that you are meant for something, and someone else.

ANONYMOUS ASKED: A situation where the WoL has a significant other, but starts getting vague flashbacks to Amaurot and being with Emet-Selch when around him?

Archive of Our Own Link

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He means a lot to you.

Your Elezen (or rather Elven) lover is tall, handsome, sweet. His eyes are like the bluest of skies on a clear Coerthan day, smile as warm as a La Noscean sun. It is with a shaky voice and an outstretched hand that he offers you flowers, tied with a shimmering gold bow.

The Scions behind you are all in shock, watching as your steady hand reaches out for the bouquet. “These are...”

“A request for courtship...if you’ll have me.” His voice is trembling with nerves, hand jittering as your fingers brush against his own. Holding the flowers against your chest, you sniff lightly, their aroma pleasing without being overwhelming.

Looking up at the man, Audric, you remember, you smile and give your answer. “Of course.”

Audric was but a simple man of labor, able to repair your gear in record time. He had a lovely smile and an even lovelier voice, the sight of him working on your gear making your heart beat a little faster. Allowing him to court you seemed right; after all, when was the last time you had put yourself out there? Long enough ago, that you could not even remember.

He was normal. Not to say that you certainly didn't consider any of your fellow heroes unworthy of your hand, but you had come to respect them as your closest friends, more than anything.

Audric did not fight. He did not have the Echo, he did not lead, he did not rule. He was just a simple man, with a simple line of work, leading a simple life. 

That’s what you wanted, right?

It’s what you tell yourself, as you shyly let him hold your hand, smiling at the warmth that seems to still linger even as you go to defeat Titania. It is that warmth that drives you, as sappy as it sounds, to bring darkness to a man who has never known it.

“Why...hello there.”

Golden eyes meet yours, stealing what’s left of your breath away. You can barely hear his offer to ally with you over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, lost in another time, another place as something struggles to push through in the back of your mind.

“Are you quite all right, hero?”

His voice snaps you out of your daze as you realize he’s addressing you, looking between the Scions for fear of getting lost in his eyes again. “I’m well. Merely tired...from the battle.”

Unable to resist, you meet those cool, golden orbs, finding yourself lost within them. You gasp as you find the condescension within them gone entirely, replaced with only a knowing quality, almost expectant. “Rest well, hero.” he murmurs. “You’ll need it.”

His words seem innocent enough, but he does not seem to be a man who is not careful with his words. The sound of his voice rolls through your mind as you sleep, sounding familiar, oh so familiar...

Ever since you had arrived on the first, there had been a nagging feeling of being homesick, though it was not for the shores of Eorzea. There was a longing so deep that it almost made you feel ill, your eyes always turned toward the briny waters of Lakeland, as if you wanted to throw yourself into it's murky depths and never surface again. 

“Darling?”

Turning around, Audric is before you, hand outstretched with a small fruit. “I’m sorry I was,”

“You have a lot to think of, I’m sure. You are an adventurer after all.” he smiles warmly, watching as you take the fruit from his hands. “I had managed to get some fruit from the local market...it is so rare these days...” he trails off, watching as you lift it to your lips.

Biting down, it is sweet, it’s flavor light and different from anything you tasted from the Source. “It’s really good.” you grin, taking another bite. Leaning in, you place a kiss on his lips, chuckling as he goes bright red in the face. “Thank you, Audric.”

“O-Of course!” he stammers, wringing his hands tightly in embarrassment. “Warrior...might you spare me another kiss?” His cheeks are tinted a light pink, eyes sparkling with affection as he waits for your answer.

“I suppose.” you grin cutely, allowing him to kiss you once more. It is as sweet on as the fruit you can taste on your lips, a smile on his face as he pulls away. 

“Thank you, my love.” 

“Anything for you, my sweet.”

Your hand is entwined with another’s, walking through a city with buildings towering so high you can hardly see the tops of them all. The hand holding yours is warm, warmer than anything you have ever felt, and it matches the same warmth you feel in your heart.

“I must repay your kindness, somehow,” you speak, before being shushed by the figure walking beside you. 

“Your affection is enough, even on the coldest of days.” They whisper, as if it is but a secret between the two of you. “You must only voice what you need,” with a twist of their hand, a fruit is conjured from thin air, “and I will do my best to provide it for you.”

Your eyes slowly open as you pull yourself from what must be a daydream, meeting Audric’s concerned eyes. “Are you well?” he asks, hands clutching your shoulders. Looking down at the fruit in your hands, you silently take another bite. “I’m fine.” you murmur, missing the golden eyes looking at you from afar.

The daydreams become more common, and seemingly from nowhere as time goes on. They are never at an inopportune moment, seeming to mostly occur in your times with Audric. It is only as time goes on that you can stitch them together to realize they are memories, though they are not your own. The Echo must be resonating with someone, but who?

Why are golden eyes at the back of your mind?

“Lost in thought, Warrior?”

You let out a small noise of shock as Emet-Selch stands before you, his lantern slightly warm in your hand. “I’m sorry, I,”

He leers as he shushes you, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You had been gone for so long, your little group of misfits had begun to worry. I thought it best I seek you out, before you hurt yourself in your attempts to find your friend.”

His taunting makes you red at the face, arm hurling the aether lantern at him which he catches with ease. “Come now, Warrior. Is that any way to mistreat the gift I lent you so that we might pluck your friend from the lifestream? Need I remind you every moment that passes, our chances of saving her lessen.” The lilting sound of his voice just flusters you more, hands fisted at your sides as you can do nothing but glare at him. “Need I remind you how to whistle?”

“I know how to whistle!” you huff, baring your teeth at him. “I was just...thinking of other things...” you trail off weakly, somehow losing your steam whenever you look at him. 

“Forgive me for doubting you, but I feel I require proof now. Go on and whistle for me, if you would.” The lamp disappears from his hands with a light pop, his eyes focused solely on you. You freeze up suddenly with performance anxiety under his steady gaze, seeing an eternity in those eyes.

You’ve been lost in them before.

“Why do I...” you whisper, making no moves to keep him away as he comes closer.

“Perhaps, a demonstration will help.” The silk of his glove is soft as he catches your chin in his hand, his grip on your waist firm as his arm pulls you close. “Simply purse your lips together...” His head dips, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss.

You freeze for a moment, brain slowly processing the feeling of the Ascian's lips on yours. It feels wrong. It feels strange. It feels...

Divine. 

You press back into him with fervor, gasping as he nips your bottom lip with sharp teeth, giving him the entrance he needs to ravish you further. He greedily drinks down your moan, arm pulling you painfully tight against him as your hands link around his neck. Pulling apart, you gasp for air, his lips kissing at the corner of your mouth, trailing down to your neck. Your mind is in a daze, the feeling of wanting to break free stronger than it has ever been, as if something within you is reaching for the man currently ravishing your neck.

So, you push him away.

He is only moved because he allowed it, this you know. A man with powers that he has is not moved unless he wants to be. You try to find it within yourself to be angry at him; for sneaking up on you like that. It is with disgust that you can find no one else to be angry at besides yourself.

“I find that was a suitable demonstration...” his grin is devious as his fingers run over his lips, a smirk so satisfied it makes you want to throw yourself at him in rage. 

“I...I already have a lover.” you grunt, turning to stomp off in the forest. 

“Do you now?” he laughs, the sound twisted and grating. “I was not aware. Forgive me then, hero. I could not help but sate my...curiosity.” 

Flushing red with shame, you turn around to look at him, as if a force wants to keep pulling you closer to him. His eyes haven’t left your form, roaming across you as a predator would it’s prey. “The aether lamp...may I...” you mumble, wringing your hands together. 

“But of course, my dear hero!” he bellows, all theatrics. With a flourish, the lamp materializes in your hand, soft and warm. “Off you go, to find your little friend. Unless, you desired my company?”

Finding yourself unable to say no, you opt to say nothing at all and storm off into the forest. Distancing yourself from him should keep this feeling at bay, at least you pray that it does. You can only be glad that no one was around for your slip up, the guilt already gnawing at you as your tongue runs across your lips, remembering the taste of him. It was only a kiss, you tell yourself. It was only a kiss. Nothing that you had to come clean about.

“You seem very tense lately.”

How did it end up like this?

Looking from your place near the vanity, your eyes land Audric’s worried ones as he lays on the bed. “That is to say...more tense than usual. For someone as busy as you.”

There was barely any hiding your importance from Audric, with your constant need for repair and the company you kept. That you were the Warrior of Light, or rather Darkness remained a mystery to him, but even he could pick up on that you were someone important.

Placing your brush down, you move to join him in bed, slipping under the covers. “Things have been...hectic. With the Warrior of Darkness bringing night back to us and all.” you lie, tongue feeling like ash as you look at Audric’s dazzling smile. 

“Isn’t it amazing? The night sky? Never in my lifetime...” he reaches out to bring you into his arms, and you let him hold you close, the scent of the soaps and oils from his earlier bath filling your nose. It’s pleasant, but you can’t fight the increasing feeling of how wrong it feels.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. It’s just wrong.

“I’m glad you-- I mean we, get to see what the stars look like.” You smile, the happiness of doing this one thing for him the only genuine feeling you have lately. You hate that you can’t seem to shake the feeling of wanting more. You should be happy with him. He cares for you, finds you pleasing to the eye, treats you well...still, you are so unhappy.

“I already had an idea of what the stars look like. Ever since I had looked into your eyes.” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you gently. You quickly return the kiss, sharing a few more before he requests entrance into your mouth. Your groan of displeasure is taken as one of encouragement, his hands reaching for the hem of your tunic.

“W-Wait,” you breathe, catching his hands in yours.

The hurt in his eyes cuts like a knife, and you run through your head for an excuse. “I just...want to wait. I want to take things slow, I’ve never...” His eyes widen in understanding, an warm smile gracing his lips.

“I see. Forgive me for rushing you, my love. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“Then what would you call this welt, forming on my arm this moment?” You pout, shoving your hand out at your offender.

The hooded figure leans over, taking your arm in their hands, pushing back your sleeve. Immediately your heart stops, feeling their skin on yours as they brush across your arm. “T-This is highly inappropriate,” you stammer, trying to pull your arm away but to no avail. “W-Wait,”

“Now, now, don’t get all shy on me. You thought to lie to me after all. Me, who bears the burden of truth.” His grip is firm, but you could break it if you really wanted, this you could tell. You make no moves to pull away as they bend to press their lips against your skin, as gentle as a summer rain. You yelp as they give a playful bite, finally gaining the courage to yank your arm from their grasp.

“Now, you will have a welt.” They laugh, even as you tackle them to the ground, their hood and mask falling from their head. “Forgive me,” they chuckle, nearly out of breath. Golden eyes stare back into your own, full of mirth. A single lock of silver hair grabs your attention. “I could not help but sate my curiosity.”

“You know me.”

[kv-r18-fics]

Wonderland AU Sin

Rachel can’t recall the days she’s been aimlessly wandering through this strange place called Wonderland. She’s followed a strange white rabbit through different doors; large or small. She shrunk and grew in size - quite literally. Even met some strange characters such as the Mad Hatter, or even the vain red Queen of Hearts. Though the one who stuck out the most, was the Cheshire Cat, who went by the name of Zack.

 “We’re all fuckin’ crazy here...if you managed to get in this place...then you are too…”

 Maybe she is, maybe Wonderland was a place that call to her for an escape from the woeful reality of home. One day, she would like to find home, and compare her fate. For now, she was having a moment of self peace in a massive flower field. Judging by the expression on her face, she seemed to be quite acquainted with such a field, as she stoically tore a few violets from the earth.

 “...Who is the weed now?” she mutters under her breath, tossing the flower away, “not fit to be my perfect bouquet…”

 She held bundles of flowers within her hand, while the other plucked away at the vibrant colored plants. Rachel doesn’t really know why she was compelled to make a simple bouquet anyway - aside from teaching that stuck up violet a lesson. The only inhabitant in this strange world she seemed to enjoy the company of was the cat. Maybe this can be a gift for him, or something of the sort.

 “That creepy white rabbit would just eat these flowers…” Ray muttered to herself, “...especially after I made it so pretty…”

 It was almost finished, but it still appeared to lack at least something. Her eyes scanned the flowers nearest her for something unique she can top it all with. Then her eyes spotted stalks of purple flowers growing within a bush. She reached to pluck a few stalks, and line them up in her bouquet.

 “A better color than violets…” she said with a soft grin, “Maybe that cat will like this…”

 She picked herself up and brushed away and dirty and leaves that clung to her dress, while she kept the bouquet pressed against herself. She knows for sure that Zack’s home was located within the forest, a perfect place for him to stalk and hide - and to also put his claws to work. He could appear just about anywhere if he wanted, but the forest was a deathly quiet. If Zack was more cat-like than he appears to be, then perhaps like any other feline, Zack was taking a nap. She glanced up at the largest tree within the forest, and spotted the small home that was built within its branches. Judging from the claw marks all around the trunk, there was no question that this was Zack’s home.

 Rachel glanced at some planks of wood that were nailed to the tree as a type of ladder, and carefully stepped herself up to reach the mysterious cat’s home. The door was unlocked, and she could spot a figure laying on one of the furniture.

 Isaac was taking a nap after all, he really was a big cat.

 The sound of the front door creaking open was enough to rile him awake from his short moment of slumber. Like some kind of inner instinct, his body quickly disappeared, leaving Rachel surprised and confused to where Zack went off too.

 “Still stickin’ around here? Guess you really are fucked up in the head…” his voice called out.

 His voice hummed against her ears, as Ray’s body froze up in surprise. A devious chuckle followed afterwards as the Cheshire reappeared before her.

 “Figured a dull girl like you finally hightailed it out of here…”

 “N-No...I’m fine here…” Rachel replied.

 “Eh?...Yer’ weird…” Zack mutters, “...even weirder to just enter a guy’s home so casually, y’know?”

 To be honest, it wasn’t exactly the first time. She tightened her lips as her memory drifted off to finding herself in Danny’s home, that white rabbit worrying about some sort of appointment, until she found herself giant from curiosity leading her to a cookie that made her grow in size. The poor house didn’t withstand her body’s sudden massive frame. She’s learned her lesson, and won’t let it get the best of her again, last thing she wants to happen is to destroy Zack’s home too.

 “I know...but, I seem to enjoy your company more than all the other strange characters in this world…”

 “Huuh? Man, you really are fucked in th-...” he paused as he approached Rachel.

 She can see the man’s body stay in place, almost frozen like a statue, until she heard him start to sniff at the air around them. The ears on top of his hoodie perked up with curiosity, and the slit pupil within his noticeably gold eye dilated.

 “That...smell…” he mutters.

 Rachel glanced down at the bouquet pressed against her body, and assumed that maybe that’s the scent that caught his attention. With her eyes drawn to the bouquet in her grasp, she didn’t notice Zack grasp Rachel by the shoulders as he leaned close to take a whiff of the scent along her neck. This made her freeze up, as her heart found itself at her throat, and her grip on the flowers loosen. The bundle of flowers fell and scattered on the floor, as she felt the man press himself right against her neck. She felt her pulse quicken, but also a strange sensitivity tickle her as she felt the faint breezes of his sniffling against her skin.

 “Ya’ smell like…” he growls under his breath.

 Like flowers? Rachel doesn’t know why he’s pausing, until Isaac buried his face in the crook of her neck - then came the sound of purring following after.

 Rachel was completely confused, his grip is fairly rough on her, but right now, he’s nuzzling against her neck and cheek, followed by loud purrs. She can even see Zack’s feline-like tail sway and swish like a pleased cat normally would. It got her thinking, what is it that Zack is smelling? Her eyes glanced at the scattered petals all over the floor, her own sense of smell began to focus on the aroma that was alluring him so much. The purple stalky flowers, and a faint herbal smell…

 “...Catnip…”

 That explains it, the scent of catnip was making a cat-man like Zack enter some sort of high. At least, that was what she thought - Isaac was no ordinary cat, after all…

 “Ah?!”

 Zack’s warm tongue grazed against the supple skin on Rachel’s neck, followed by the gentle graze of his fangs. She noticed that Zack’s tongue was different - it wasn’t coarse, like most feline tongues, but it was indeed grooved, and it felt strange having it tickle her skin. The grip on her shoulders tightened yet again, as Zack pushed his weight on her, and toppled the both of them onto the floor. Now the scent of catnip was stronger, as they laid there on the wood floor. Rachel glanced up at the feline-man above her, and noticed he had a strained expression on his face - his body was also much hotter than it was just a moment ago. His hips straddled hers as his off-colored eyes stared down at the woman, while his tail swayed here and there.

 “Zack…?”

 She can feel the man purring loudly against her neck, as he nuzzled against her over and over again. Then, she heard a faint tear, as Zack’s bandages began to rip at the fingertips and reveal sharp claws hidden underneath. She can feel the tips of his claws poke at her skin, as they pressed a little too hard against her blue dress. What caught her eyes the most was Zack’s ears, his actual ears, as they slipped out of his hoodie.

 Large, black, and fluffy ears, with little tufts at the very end. They occasionally flicked as Isaac continued his hazed nuzzling, which only drawn Rachel’s attention even further. Ruled by curiosity, she reached a hand up, and gently grasped one of those ears within her palm.

 “Nngh!...Mmh…” Zack groaned.

 Rachel flinched for a moment, thinking she might’ve grabbed his ear too hard. She loosened her grip, and carefully motioned her thumb to rub at it instead. The fur was incredibly silky and plush under her fingertips, but the faint groans continued.

 “Ngh…”Ray…”

 Rachel can feel the growing body heat on top of her, as well as a change in Zack’s expression, something that differed from the haze of catnip he had a moment ago. His eyes were half-lidded, and his mouth was showing signs of heavy drooling, only to have the excess soak in his bandages. Something about this expression, this strange heat, and the tone of his voice - it was oddly alluring, and it made her heart race without her realizing on the dot.

 Isaac doesn’t know to lean in this woman’s touch, but all he knows, is that those caresses feel good - too good. It making electricity shoot through his body, before settling into a different spot. Only he knows, and thanks to the scent of catnip, such a sensation intensified. His pants are growing more uncomfortable, especially between his legs, and the ear rubs aren’t helping in on the matter. His claws kneaded the tuft of Rachel’s dress at her shoulders, poking more holes into the fabric, during his short moment of interaction.

 “Enough…” he growled.

 Ray felt the man pull her hand away from his ears, to have him grasp both wrists and pin them to the floor. With one hand, Zack tugged at the scarf around his neck, feeling it loosen, until it slid off with ease. Ray squirmed for a moment, unsure what the cat man had in store, she was feeling a strange stir of emotions within herself. Her body’s response wants to be scared about the unknown Zack plans to do, but given her already bizarre and dangerous experience in Wonderland, she barely reacted at all. Rachel knows what Zack could be capable of, she’s seen the man’s scythe, and what it was capable of. What was he going to do under the effects of catnip?

 The striped cloth coiled itself around her wrists, before tightening, and restricting her limbs from moving. Pleased with his action, Zack’s clawed hands settled themselves at the top of Rachel’s dress, while he dived down and quickly pressed his lips on hers. The woman flinched for a moment, sensing the warmth on her lips, and a sudden strange taste making their way into her mouth. Zack’s tongue slid itself inside of her mouth, found her tongue, and quickly entangled it. His tongue was indeed grooved in a way, there were strange rows of bumps for his taste buds, instead of the usual jagged ones that felines typically had. His flavor was a strange combination of exotic and sweet, and the more it filled her mouth, the more heated her body became. Her heart continued to pound in her chest, as well as a strange and tingling heat that settled right at her thighs. Zack’s tongue twirled along hers, before pulling back for a moment of breath. The hands that rested at the top of her dress gently raked along the fabric of her dress, as he moved to climb downwards. He found himself comfortable between her legs, while his hands motioned his claws to dig into her dress, and rip at her clothing with a single, effortless swipe.

 “Z-Zack?” Ray gasped.

 Wonderland catnip, like everything backwards in this world, it’s not a narcotic to cats - it was an aphrodisiac. She knows that she’s stuck in this backwards world, which backwards inhabitants, and their backwards ways. A normal person would be terrified, but she’s not, she was intrigued. Perhaps this world was meant for her, after all. Zack stared down at the woman, as her concealed bosoms were exposed right before him. His soaked tongue licked at his bandaged lips, and he motioned his fingers to take care of the bra hindering him access to her breasts.

 With a simple tug, her supple bosoms were in full display before him, making the cat man sway his tail eagerly. Letting out a hot puff of breath, Zack dipped his head down, and slid his tongue out to let it find it target.

 “H...Haaah…” Ray whimpered, as she felt a humid warmth drag along her breast.

 It rolled along her soft nipple, gradually hardening as more attention was brought to it - which only added more of this tingling stimulation pool at her sex. Where Zack was positioned, he can feel her legs press and rub against his own, as if frustrated that he was blockading them from closing up. This amused him as his slit pupils dilated a little, and his black tail curled underneath himself. Freeing a hand, Zack carefully maneuvered underneath the woman’s frilly dress, until he grazed against her cotton panties.

 “Nngh?”

 Zack’s lips enveloped the hardened bud, suckling fairly hard to distract her, while his claws dug underneath the legging to allow him to lift it just a tad without giving her much notice.

 “Nhh...a-ah…” Ray huffed, feeling Zack’s tongue swirl and roll against one nipple, then the other. Then, something suddenly found itself between her legs. “Aah?!”

 Something warm, and soft; nothing like Zack’s fingers or mouth, and it’s resting right against her sex. A sly smirk creeped on the man’s face, as he felt Ray squirm underneath him. If the scent of the catnip smelled so good, Rachel’s heat was even more alluring. He released his grasp on the woman’s panties, and motioned the tip of his tail to flick and rattle.

 What Rachel is feeling, she doesn’t know if its a tickling sensation, or something entirely different. She’s never had any attention in such a place before, but she had some sort of second thought linger in her mind that she craved more of this new interaction. This warmth that settled within her groin was odd, but pleasant. The softness of Zack’s tail brushed against her outer lips, causing her to buck her waist in response. From the sudden jerk of her body, Zack could feel a strong dampness brush against him, which only coaxed the cat man to flick his tail even more.

 “H-Haah…” the woman whimpered, as this appendage squirmed in her underwear, while Zack leaned back down to give her nipple much needed attention again. “Nggh!”

 This feels so strange, as stimulation filled her entire body from two different spots, she squirmed and hummed out quiet moans, with her legs pressing against Zack’s on reflex to it all. As intoxicating as it was, it just doesn’t seem like it’s enough. The man pulled back, with a strand of saliva stringing between the hardened bud and his tongue, and watched as the woman gaze up at him with a pleading expression. His fingers returned to the cotton panties, and pulled the legging back to free his tail out.

 “Z-Zack...ah...wait…”’

 Isaac watched as his tail slid out, soaked with her juices from his earlier actions. The feline-like man stared down at Rachel, as he motioned his tail close, and proceeded to drag his tongue along the dripping fur. An aching throb pulsed through her sex, craving for more of that strange stimulation, as she watched Zack run his tongue along the tip of his tail.

 “Fuck...didn’t know you were this tasty…” he purred, then hands grasped at his scarf to yank it off her wrists. “I want more…”

 Ray softly panted, the heat was clearly getting to her head, as well as a craving for more attention from Zack. Her blue eyes wandered to Zack’s hips and noticed the large lump in the man’s trousers - he clearly was very aroused. Acting by a desire, her hand slid down to her panties, and squirmed to free herself entirely. This intrigued the cat man, as he saw Ray expose more of her womanhood before him. She was soaked, her skin a rosy blush, with a very pleasing scent that wafted his sensitive nostrils.

 She looks absolutely delicious. More saliva built up within his mouth, his lost his focus on lapping up the woman’s nectar off his tail, and more drawn to just slurping her up from the very source. The man helped remove the underwear off completely, and dropped it aside. He retracted his claws, to allow the other hand to explore her damp lips, and part them to expose her womanly petals. Her clit is throbbing, aching for more attention, just begging for Zack to come play with it again.

 Ray watched as Zack moved to position himself to lay between her legs, but she placed a hand over his to stop him.

 “Wait…”

 “Eh?” he grunted in an annoyed tone.

 Rachel turned her attention to the catnip on the floor, and brought a hand up to grasp at the plant. Just a fresh whiff made Zack shudder in arousal, especially as she brought it up to him. She knows the plant is edible, and if just the scent sends Zack into a hormonal frenzy, she wonders how he’ll respond if ingested.

 “Ya’ want me to eat it?”

 “...Yeah...a-and...don’t hold back…”

 “Holy shit, Ray...yer’ fuckin’ kinky...ya’ know that?” Zack said with a purr.

 “I guess I am pretty mad…” she responds with a hazy smirk.

 Two insane people, about to make some crazy love together.

 Isaac grabbed one of the stalks, and proceeded to take a few bites out of the leaves. His saliva is in overdrive, while he chewed on the plant. The nectar contained within the leaves began to dissolve on his tongue, and send his hormones in a frenzy. A growl escaped his lips, and he quickly reached a hand down to tug at the fly of his trousers. The button flipped right open, and he pushed his britches down just enough to let his boner finally breathe. Rachel can see it plain as day, the large bulge poking right against his box undergarment, and eager for stimulation.

 The more Rachel stared at it, the more mad thoughts creeped into her mind. Before Zack dove his head down to devour the woman underneath him, Ray stopped him yet again, which spurred more sexual frustration.

 “I’m not fuckin’ waiting!” he snarled, but shuddered as Ray’s hand found his concealed dick. “Nnh!”

 Ray’s hand pet at the bulge for a moment, until her fingers slid at the hem of his underwear, and pushed them down enough to let his hard member spring right out.

 Isaac panted for a moment, then let out a winded chuckle, “Christ...want my dick already? I thought ya’ wanted me t’ eat ya’ out first…”

 “I want both now…”

 The cat man let out an amused purr, and sat up to help Ray push his underwear down to his hips, to make having his cock hang out much more comfortable. Rachel’s dress though, could be a pain in the ass to dig around to get to his target easier, and the woman could see it in his eyes. He wants her disrobed. Her dress is tattered anyway, so no point in staying decent anymore. She shuffled her body to pull the blue and white dress off her body, revealing her fair skinned form in front of the cat man - to which he swayed his tail in a pleased motion. The catnip had kicked in for sure, as his dick was dripping with a clear, but sticky liquid.

 He motioned himself to stand on his knees next to Ray, wanting her to acquaint herself with his member, before they both settled into a good position to please each other orally. He’ll have to admit, even though she’s a complete stranger to the world he knows, she was very attractive for a woman - he wouldn’t mind getting a little frisky with her. Catnipped or not.

 Ray gazed at Zack’s cock, and just observed every detail about it. He was very well endowed, all natural, and definitely flushed with arousal. Just watching his precum drip was exciting her. She brought a hand up, and coiled her digits around the shaft, and gently pushed back the extra fold of skin to see all of him. Isaac raised a brow to see her breathe a sigh of relief, but shuddered, as her thumb pressed against the head.

 “F-Fuck...don’t tease it…” he whined. “I wanna get busy already!”

 So does she, but god, she wants to acquaint herself more. Rachel motioned the man to be the one to lay down, while she straddled Isaac. He didn’t waste any time to grab her ass and pull her close, so he could spread her lips open and reveal her dripping core before him. Feeling his own thumbs open her wide made her shudder, but also whimper with anticipation. She wants to feel it, especially in his nip-induced haze. Her eyes focused on Zack’s dick again, and laid herself down to begin her little experiment. Her fingers caressed the underside of Zack’s shift, feeling the man buck under her touch, until she reached the root. From there, her digits gently cupped his balls, fondled them a little, while the other hand held the man up to allow her tongue to start probing him.

 How will he taste?

 Isaac groaned out a pleasured purr, from his balls being massaged, to the hot breath blowing against his dick. To reward her, he inserted two of his digits into her slit, hearing a weak whimper at first, but her fingers coiling tight around his fingers. Zack licked his lips hungrily, wondering what other sweet sounds she’ll make. Mental distraction aside, Rachel inched close, and dragged the tip of her tongue along the head of Zack’s dick. A sharp hiss was heard at first, then a husky groan, as Rachel continued to drag her tongue along the head. It was completely wet, a little salty, but also fairly sweet from the pre coating her tongue. Judging from the strong pulses she can feel under her tongue, and from her hands playing with Zack’s balls, he must be sensitive there, and his body enjoyed having it being played with. One lick became two, then more followed, until Rachel repeatedly kissed at it.

 “Mmh!...A-Ah...fuck...shit...have you done this before?” Zack groaned.

 Her mouth was like paradise right now, it was getting hard to focus on his desire to just eat her up. His mouth had been drooling all about it. Pulling his fingers out, Zack’s arms wrapped around Rachel’s hips to hold her in place, while his grooved tongue pressed within her soaked crevice, and traveled along her folds.

 “Z-Zack….haaah…! Hah….mmmh!” Ray gasped. “A-Again!”

 She doesn’t need to tell hm twice. When his tongue touched her sex, he tasted the most sweetest of all honey to him, and he craves for more. He slid his tongue out again, and dipped it between her soaked lips, this time, probing at her clit.

 “Nnn!...Th-there!”

 “Heh...this sweet little spot?” Zack purred, bringing a finger up to press at it.

 “Mhh!” Yes!”

 Perhaps the catnip was affecting her too, at least Zack wishes that - Wonderland catnip only has this effect on his kind...wishful thinking, he assumes. He removed his digit, and went back to poking and prodding the sensitive bud, rattling his tongue along it, and feeling the woman squirm hard against his mouth. She’s not doing her share, and it’s annoying him. He does love hearing her moans, but his dick needs attention too. He let his hand lightly smack at her buttocks to silently tell her to get a move on and suck him off already.

 Rachel panted heavily from the heat gathering in her groin, then focused her attention back to Zack’s member. Emboldened by the pleasure she’s receiving, she dragged her tongue, along the shaft, then tenderly kissed at the man’s balls, before holding him up to do the same for the head again. One sweet little peck, until she pushed herself further, wrapping her lips around the appendage, and cushioning it on her tongue.

 “Ngh! God...like that…” Zack purred.

 Each groove rattling her nerves made Rachel’s mind spin, and hum her muffled moans on the man’s dick. If she kept that up, then he’ll have quite the treat for her. The woman suckled on Zack for a moment, until she felt the man roll his hips back and forth, causing new sounds to sigh out, as her lips rubbed the shaft moving in her mouth. His body is signalling to her what he wanted, and she was quick to pick it up. Rachel moved a hand up to grasp the base of the shaft, and allow her grip to stroke areas her mouth couldn’t cover. Once Zack felt Ray bob her head, he pressed his lips on her clit to suckle fairly hard on it to show how pleased he was.

 “Mmh...nh…!” Ray mumbled. Her toes curled, and her own hips rolled against Zack’s mouth in response.

 The vibrations rattled on Zack’s member again, making the cat man pull back to slip out his own moans. It feels so good to have her eagerly suck on him, and he couldn’t resist the temptation to keep thrusting his pelvis upwards to literally make love to her mouth. Rachel was definitely picking up rather quickly, as she tested her limits, and didn’t waste any precious time to learn to adjust. This may be an accidental event, but he’s not regretting a single second - he’s never felt such pleasures before. Rachel was just as enthusiastic, hearing Zack’s moans, and feeling his excitement within her mouth, making her so much eager for more.

 Isaac regained his senses, and grasped the woman’s hips to envelop her drenched sex again. His tongue hung out of his mouth, but he wanted to do something different. Instead of lapping at her stimulated petals again, he thrust his tongue right into her slit.

 “Aah! Haaah…!” Ray gasped, as her thighs jerked in Zack’s grip. She can feel a strong heat slide inside of her - inside. The slick and manipulating warmth touched against the walls of her sex, and proceeded to rattle inside of her. “Hnn…!”

 Zack can feel her channel clench around him, which made him rock his head back and forth to simulate a the action of thrusting. In doing so, he can feel Rachel’s body throbbing all around her, hear stronger moans, and most of all, taste her sweet nectar at the very source. The woman tried her best to pick up the slack, as she bobbed her head to match the pace of Zack’s tongue. On a couple of occasions, her free hand fondled and massaged his balls, followed by her lips just suckling at the head. Both of the passionate pair were humming out muffled moans and slurps, as they drank each other up. Isaac rolled his hips upwards to thrust into her mouth again, helping the woman pick up the pace, while he was ready for the little surprise he had for her. Rachel had gradually adapted to Zack’s girth in her mouth, and had been testing herself more and more, and began taking in just a little more of his length. Soon, Rachel can feel Zack’s tongue leave her entrance, with his mouth quickly enveloping her sex for a firm suckle, but something else followed with it - the man began purring, quite loudly.

 A harsh moan rumbled on his dick, Rachel was overwhelmed from the suction of Zack’s mouth and vibrations juddering on her core. She had to pull back to breathe and vocalize her loud moans, the sensation was just too much to focus back on sucking Zack off. He can handle her brief pause to enjoy the moment - the woman’s throbs pulsed wildly and her juices were gushing out more than he slurped up previously. He wants more, alot more. The feline man kept his grip tight as he rattled his mouth on her, lapping and licking at her, before sucking firmly on her sex again to let his purrs do the work.

 “Haah!...Gh...Z-Zack…” she whimpers. A strong warmth had pooled between her legs, feeling hot, incredibly hot the more Zack antagonized her sex - especially when he teased at her pulsing little pearl. Deep within her core, she can sense a faint tingle, growing more and more inside of her, while her grip on reality started slipping.

 Her body was shaking, Ray could no longer control herself, as she rested her head on Zack’s thigh to succumb to this new sensation being given to her. The man continued to drag his grooved tongue along her quaking sex, staying relentless in his hungry licks, as Ray’s moans grew louder and heavy. Every different taste bud rubbing her sensitive nerves caused the woman’s body to start seizing up, with her hips willingly to rub against Zack’s tongue. The inner thought of nearness drawing closer and the closer filled Rachel’s mind as she motioned her waist to keep moving against the man’s mouth. Heat coursed all through her, especially between her legs, right where Zack’s mouth was settled. As soon as his purrs rumbled against her again, everything hazed into white.

 Inhaling a sharp gulp of breath, ecstasy took possession of Rachel’s body, making a loud, pleasured cry escape from her lips. She’s never felt such a hot and blissful sensation before - it feels good, incredibly good. Like it was the greatest thing her body was able to experience, nullifying any negative ones she encountered. For Zack, he noticed a strong change in the woman’s taste, and quickly wrapped his lips around Rachel, as he greedily drank her essence during it all. He can feel the woman’s diaphragm rise and fall against his belly, as she exhaled hard moans during her climax. Hearing her, and tasting her during it was was making his cock throb. He groaned under his breath, and snuck a hand down to stroke himself.

 “Ngghh...don’t stop now!” Zack growled out.

 Ray panted, before her attention focused on the action right beside her, Zack was greedily pumping himself to pick up the slack from where she left off. Her head still spun, but she willed herself up, and shuffled back to his member. Her hand replaced Zack’s, and he wasted no time to return to her firm suckles and strokes. Isaac’s hands returned to Rachel’s hips, his claws extending on reflex as he held her tightly, and raked against her skin. His pelvis didn’t sit still for a second, helping the woman match the much needed pace his body was screaming for. Heat and stimulation continued to pool between his legs, while he could sense a pressure at the base of his spine. Ray can feel Zack’s body felt much more stiff within her mouth, perhaps even grown a little in girth.

 “Haa...hn...a-almost!...”

 Zack can feel tension in his body, from his muscles to his gonads. He may feel a strong heat within his cock, but he also sensed a strong cold tingling spark his groin again and again, until Isaac sensed that he began to slip.

 “Nngh!...A-Aaah!” he grunted, then threw his head back to breathe out a louder moan.

 His hips moved a little more to keep his dick sheathed in Ray’s mouth, until pleasure took hold of him for a moment - he seized right there, allowing Ray to take control of her greedy suckles. That is until she felt a hard throb in her mouth, followed by one more buck of the hips. From there, something suddenly squirted inside of her mouth - something warm and thick. This caused her to pull back for a moment in surprise, which made more of this strange fluid spurt out and get her on the cheek. Ray can see it now, a milky goo shooting out from the tip from those strong throbs, until it gradually dribbled out, and puddled at his lower belly.

 Isaac panted heavily, his dick squirmed from the strong pulses, with his balls tensing up, to make sure each drop had been pushed out. Ray pulled back for a moment, wiping her cheek, while her mind tried to piece together this strange taste that filled her mouth. Warm, kind of salty, but faintly sweet. It was Zack she was tasting, his purest flavor. Rachel stared down at the spent member, watching the last drop of white drip from the slit of Zack’s member, and silent began to think to herself - she liked this taste.

 Rachel greedily swallowed every last drop.

 The man laid there to recover for a moment, but felt Rachel’s warmth had shuffled off his body. He was having a tough moment to recover, given she had given him the best pleasure he’s ever had.

 “G-God...that...haah….that felt...so fucking good…”

 He carefully picked himself up to find the woman that sucked him off, his vision was fairly blurry, but he can see a figure in front of him looking a bit panicked. Zack cocked a brow, and brought his hands up to rub his eyes a little.

 Wonderland truly was a strange place - food or drink to make one grow or shrink, but Rachel never expected that even sex, especially semen, could have its own effect on a stranger like herself. As Isaac cleared his vision, he stared in shock at what just happened to Ray.

 Fluffy, golden ears, with a long tail to accompany it - she became a cat, just like him.

 The woman glanced at herself, noticing her nails became claw-like, and felt her ears move around, picking up different sounds, when they normally didn’t. Then, she noticed the tail, long and silky, and it was hers. Zack just stared on, surprised to see this transformation, but given she was no resident of Wonderland, this was only temporary. Rachel turned her attention back to Zack, and saw him flicking his tail with complete interest - like he was gazing at the most pleasing sight he’s ever seen.

 “Shiiiit, yer’ even fuckin’ cuter…” he said, with a large smirk.

 “Am I stuck this way?”

 “Nah...for folks like you...it’ll wear off eventually,” Zack replied, then leaned close to Ray. “We can make the most out of that time…”

 His brought his hands up, and wrapped his digits around her ears. Like what she did, he was going to return the favor of rubbing them, giving her a good taste of what effects it’ll do to her. Rachel can feel a strong and tingling heat shoot through her body, before settling between her legs. It was a sensation almost similar for when Zack teased at her neck or even her nipple, but she never expected it to some from her ears. Now she understands Zack’s frustration when she did the same to him - but Zack knew a few more tricks about this form than she would ever know.

 “Aah...Zack…” Ray whimpered, then felt the man grasp her by the shoulder.

 “Hey...fair’s fair...you take it too..” Zack grunted, as he picked up the last few leaves of catnip.

 Rachel can actually smell the scent from the flowery herb - really smell it. Aside from the earthy aroma, it was a pleasing and intoxicating scent that followed afterward. Zack teased her a little by whafting the plant under her nose, before plucking a leaf, and bringing it to her lips to chew on. The scent of the herb made heat return to her thighs, along with a nagging ache she had when Zack played with her body earlier. She opened her mouth, and felt Zack place the leaves in for her to gnaw on. It was a mixture of bitter, earthy, and sweet, but it was that faint sweetness that made the heat swell within her sex.

 “How’s it taste?” Zack purred.

 “Sweet…”

 Isaac licked his lips, as he picked her up onto her feet. They had enough time on the floor already, he wants plenty of room to move for what he had planned for her. Right behind them, was his dining table, it was fairly small, enough to support about 2 people to eat on. However, he was going to put it to other use - a better use. Ray suddenly felt the cat man push her upper torso onto the table, pushing her hips against his, while he leaned over to bite at her neck.

 “Nghh…” she whimpers, then shuddered as Zack’s fingers trailed along her body.

 Her thighs were soaked and drafty, even Isaac had taken notice - especially given the scent she was giving off.

 “Looks like it’s kicked in…” Zack said, motioning his tail to rub against her again. “Yer’ practically gushing now…”

 “Z-Zack…”

 “All the better to do this…” Zack said, sliding his hand to Rachel’s fluffy tail.

 He grasped at it, and immediately tugged. He can feel the woman underneath him freeze up from the sensation of having this new body part pulled, before her legs got weak. His teeth raked against her tender skin, before leaning closer to start nipping at her ears.

 “Better put those new claws to work, Ray…” he whispered, as he guided her hands to lay flat on the table. “I’m gonna fuck you hard…”

 Ray’s breath hitched, she was nervous, but mostly excited from more of this heat and stimulation to overwhelm her again. She feels greedy, especially given she only came over to show off her pretty bouquet, but now she’s indulging in this sinful activity with this Cheshire Cat. Something rumbled in her throat almost subconsciously, she might be purring with what Isaac was doing to her. She leaned a little more into the table, and spread her legs more to give the man all the room he needed to do as he pleased - the catnip was really taking its effect. Her body was incredible hot, dripping, and just craving for more of Zack’s attention, and only Zack’s attention.

 “Mmh...good girl…” Zack purred.

 One hand anchored itself at Ray’s hips, while the other grabbed his excited cock. He guided the head towards her soaked sex, and rubbed the very tip along her folds.

 “Fuck, yer’ really drenched...all the better…” he said with an amused chuckle.

 Her juices clung to the tip of his dick, as he pulled back for a moment, then aimed it right towards her eager slit. Almost like a reflex, Rachel’s claws sunk into the wooden table, as he felt a strong and thick heat widen the rim of her entrance, and slide itself inside of her hot channel. It’s definitely much thicker than the man’s tongue, which made her flinch a little, but welcome every inch that penetrated deep inside of her.

 “Haah...mmh…!”

 “Heh...I’m not all the way in yet, and already yer’ moanin’ like you’re about to cum…”

 She just might, if he pushes inside of her even further. Isaac can feel her walls quaking against his shaft, while Rachel continued to whimper excitedly. Grinning ear to ear, he used both hands to grasp at his hips, and pushed hard to thrust his cock deep within her.

 “Aah!”

 Ray threw her head back a little, with a loud moan following her surprised yelp. Her walls became tight, and quivered all the shaft. Zack hummed out a short grunt, riding out every second of the woman quaking all around him. She was trembling, moaning, and dripping against his body, with the excess puddling onto the wooden floor.

 “Heh...jeez, ya’ came already…” he chuckled. “I got no plans on stopping…”

 His tail swayed and flicked with anticipation, as he gripped tightly on the woman’s rump. Slowly, he withdrew himself back, before slamming his hard cock right back into her, with the process repeating afterwards. If Zack wasn’t holding onto her hips, Ray’s legs would’ve given out the very moment her small orgasm took hold. Now with him sliding his heat in and out of her with fervor, she squirmed and scratched at the table, while more hot moans escaped her lips.

 “Ahh...nh...Zack…”

 “Fuck...you feel so good…” Zack purred.

 His hips continued to slam and pump inside of her, filling the living room with the sound of heavy breaths, slippery sounds, and the slaps of their bodies colliding. Zack leaned over Ray’s torso, keeping his gyrations hard and consistent, while he raked his fangs along her neck and shoulders. Soon, he sunk his teeth deep into her skin, making her wince from the slight pain, only for it to be drowned out by the pleasure. Either reflex or desire, Ray began to push her hips back to have Zack push deeper inside of her, grazing her sensitive walls, and strikes a spot inside of her that she never new she had.

 “Ahh! Z-Zack!” she shrieked.

 He did it again, and again, savoring the woman’s weakness and shuddering. His teeth stayed anchored within her skin, while his hand found Ray’s temporary tail yet again, and didn’t hesitate for a second to give it a good tug.

 ‘I don’t know why I’m doing this...I don’t want to stop though...it feels...it feels so good…’

 Her juices dripped underneath her, staining the floor, as they continued their primal romp together. The sensation of Zack raking her skin, pulling at her tail, being rough as he claimed her physically only heightened the pleasure. Her newly formed claws continued to dig into the table, leaving a deeper mark onto the furniture, as Zack’s hips refused to stop for a second. Inside her walls, she can feel the man’s member rubbing against her nerves, stirring her inside, while his throbs increased in pace.

 Drool trickled from the corner of Zack’s lips, the heat and stimulation pooling at his thighs continued to knot within his core, he doesn’t know how much longer he was going to last. He leaned close, sinking his teeth into Rachel’s shoulder, while his hands clasped tighter on her hips. Muffled growls and moans hummed out, followed with the sounds of their bodies colliding harshly. If Zack keeps this up, Ray might just cum again. Isaac grit his teeth for a moment, as the woman’s inner walls tightened around him again - perfect, it was that right amount of snugness he needed to pump his cock even faster. He’s edging closer to his own climax, and this is perfect to help him reach it with Rachel.

 A strong sound of slipperiness mixed in with every other feral sound, as more of the woman’s juices continued to trickle out of her and puddle onto the floor - drop by drop. Ray couldn’t stay quiet for a second, she can feel the man’s size widen a little, followed by stronger throbs pulsing deep, in between Zack’s swift and savage thrusts. Something was going to happen to Zack, and she knew now, especially since she experienced it in her mouth. She wants to feel it, a strong and desirous instinct wanted to know what it was like to have that piece of Zack fill her up like that. Her body continued to push back against him, allowing the cat man to plunge deep inside, while her mind swam in the abundance of pleasure. Isaac needs to feel the same, and she was willing to contribute into their physical activity, even though trying to stay in reality proved difficult. Just a few seconds more, both lovers moved against each other in tandem, progressing the pace further. The constant friction caused the heat and pleasure to build, their vision threatened to blur, and sweat soaked the clothing that was still worn. 

 “Ray…” Zack growled, before he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He held her hips firmly against his, and readied for the final thrusts to claim her. “Nggh…! Ray!”

 Zack’s grip held her in place, preventing her from moving against him, but his hungry speed was more than enough to satisfy her. The woman shuddered, as the heat within her core was seconds away from erupting through her entire being. Zack on the other hand, slammed his hips into Ray’s as hard as he could; driven by a need to sheathe his cock in her nice and deep inside of her. The cat man felt his muscles begin to tighten in his abdominal regions, his tail entwined with Rachel’s, and his nails raked her skin.

 One hard pump, then two, until Isaac gave her hips one final pound, holding her tightly in place, while his dick squirmed hard against her inner walls. He sucked in a hiss at first, until a hot moan tore itself out from Zack’s throat. Ray can feel the man give in to pleasure, buried deep inside her soaked channel, her nails dug hard into the table, as his heat and throbs was enough to coax her own took hold. The man’s member twitched for a moment, his balls tensed right against the woman’s soaked folds, while her inner walls were clamped around his shaft. The quivering warmth added to the sensation for the man, as his mind hazed into white.

 Splurt!

 A strong and sticky warmth coated Rachel’s inner walls, making the woman gasp sharply, and writhe in Zack’s grip to push against him again. It triggered a subconscious response in the man, causing him to roll his hips much more slowly inside of the woman, with more of that delicious warmth filling inside of her.

 “Haah…” Ray panted, as the warm liquid settled inside from their given position, but her excess of juices leaked out of her.

 Zack’s tight grip on her waist loosened, before coiling around Rachel’s frame, and pressing his entire body against her in a sort of cuddle. Ray can feel a vibration hum against her skin - he was purring again, clearly satisfied with what happened. She’ll have to admit, she felt satisfied too - it was odd, even dirty, but she enjoyed every second.

 Soon, she could feel the man slowly start to leave her, causing her to whimper in protest, then gasp as that same sticky warmth trickled through her channel, and threatened to leak out.

 “Zack...ah...no...wait...it’s coming out…”

 He said nothing, before sliding his fingers underneath Rachel, and used his digits to hold her opening wide, to let it drip out.

 “I wanna watch…”

 Red creeped her cheeks from his words, he can feel his eyes gazing on her dirtied sex, while being splayed open like that. She can’t keep it in, the thick fluid made its way out, and trickled from her entrance. Zack licked his lips, as the sticky, milk-white fluid leaked out, and dripped into the already small puddle of Ray’s juices.

 “I wonder if this will make ya’ stay like that...if so...then I guess I’ll keep filling you up…” Isaac teased with an aroused chuckle.

 Ray glanced back from the corner of her eye, to glance at the man, then shuddered as he began to gently thrust his fingers inside to get the rest of his seed. If this meant she can stay in Wonderland, then perhaps she wouldn’t mind living as a cat, like Zack. If it did wear off, then she’ll happily put herself back under those effects, something about committing these acts felt so good - even right, especially when sharing a stalk of catnip together.

 Her eyes wandered to the last bit of catnip, and used her tail to motion the herb closeby. Grasping the plant, she turned around as soon as Zack finished with her, and held the plant up to him.

 She began to think of all the strange foods and potions during her entire journey in this world - Eat Me, Drink Me. Well, then she’ll do both.

“If that’s the case...then, let’s have another bite.”

 The scent filled his nostrils again, making the man shudder. He couldn’t resist a devilish smirk, as he gazed at the woman.

 “You dirty girl...guess you really are mad…” he said with a chuckle.

 He grasped the stalk in her hand, then leaned to claim her lips, as a way to accept her sinful offer. With little to no effort, Isaac laid Rachel on the table, running his fingers along her supple body, before motioning her legs to spread open again.

 Settling a small catnip leaf near her eager sex, Isaac can see exactly what Rachel was silently daring him - Eat Me.

 A grin formed on Zack’s lips, and lowered his head to accept both treats.

 Rachel wants Isaac to welcome her into madness, make her and rebuild her into a new addition to Wonderland - sanity be damned.

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Blind Date Chapter 3

“Bless me father for I have sinned.” Matt said ceremoniously as he sat in the small confessional. “It has been a week since my last confession.” He paused as he gathered his thoughts, attempting to find the right words for this.

“Matthew how many times do I have to tell you that the confessional is not for your personal therapy sessions?” Father Lantom half scolded as his eyes rolled behind the separation screen.

“No, I promise, this time it's actually a religion thing.” He assured him. “You see I've been seeing this girl and well she's kinda wonderful. We have fun and we seemed to really be working as a couple.”

“Seemed?” Lantom asked accusingly. “A girl willing to overlook your nightly hobby and you let her go?”

“You know you're really bad at this no judgement thing.” Matt quipped back. “And I don't know...the thing is she's not exactly a Catholic…”

“And?”

“Or even a Christian in general.” Matt added.

“And?” The priest so far was failing to see the problem here, then again knowing Matt as well as he did the girl could be an actual devil and there'd be little he could say.

“She's a Pagan father.” He clarified.

“Well now look who's judging.” He quipped back with a chuckle.

“Her words. She's very proud of it. She even  found a way to show me her tattoos of her gods.”

“And?” Matt blinked surprised, never did he dream father Lantom would approve of this.

“I'm pretty sure the bible is very clear on the subject of witches.”

“Matt, over the last few weeks i've been seeing much less of the devil out and about. I assume this girl has something to do with it.” Matt nodded, he's been so preoccupied with you that he hasn't been going on patrol as much as he used to. “This girl could be the daughter of satan himself but the fact is she is bringing out the best in you. At the end of the day that is pretty much the basis of any of all this. So stop acting like a moron and go be with her.”

“I may have really upset her.”

“Then bring flowers.”

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Matt drew in a deep breath of the floral aroma that flooded the small flower shop he knew. He couldn't count the amount of times he had passed by it on his way to work, never feeling a need to stop in until now.

“Matt right?” The girl behind the counter asked in a voice he found all too familiar, watching him perk up at the mention of his name. “Its Dana… from last night…”

“Shit.” He dropped his head realizing his poor luck. “Umm about last night… I'm really sorry for ruining your wedding and beating up your brother.”

“Please,” she said waving off the incident, “don't, Johnny is an asshole and deserved it. Honestly, if he wasn't my brother he wouldn't have been there.”

“Then maybe you can help me?” He asked with a sheepish smile. “I kinda fucked up.”

“Oh god...what happened?” She asked with a sigh knowing how you can be.

“Well uhh… I'm a Catholic and-”

“And (y/n) gets incredibly defensive about her religion.” Dana said with a nod, knowing exactly where this is going. “Even more so after my Evangelical brother started beating her for her heathanistic ways.” She let out a regretful sigh. “Wait right there.” He does as he is told, and soon he feels her wrap his hands around a bouquet of flowers. “They're hyacinth, her favorite,” she explained as a relieved smile brushed across his face.

“I think I smelled these at her place the other night?” Matt asked as he gave them a sniff.

“More than likely, she always keeps fresh flowers.” She explained with a smile, glad to see you found one that took the time to care.

“How much do I owe you?” He asked reaching for his wallet.

“With the way you jumped up to defend (y/n) last night? On the house. She could use a guy like you in her life.”

“You are an angel. Thank you.”

“By now she's definitely at her bakery, its on the corner of 10th and 48th, right across from Hells Kitchen Park.”

The bell above your bakery's door chimed softly as he entered. “Welcome to Magicakes! I'll be right out!” You called from the back, elbow deep in honey cake batter. Matt smiled hearing your cheery voice as he breathed in the sweet confections you surrounded yourself with every day. In a rush you grabbed a towel, wiping the batter from your shirt as you hurried out, stopping in your tracks once you saw who it was. “Oh...what do you want?”

“I want you to hear me out…” he held up the bouquet, “and I brought you these.” You silently folded your arms over your chest. “They're your favorite...right.”

You couldn't help feel your heart softening for him as he held the beautiful purple blooms out for you. “They are.” You moved to take the flowers from him. “Thank you.”

“Look, (Y/n), I'm not what one would call a good Catholic. I drink, I swear, I fight... Actually come to think of it I'm a pretty terrible Catholic.” He paused chuckling to himself. “But the last thing I ever wanted to do was offend you for your religion.” He held his hand out for you. “Please forgive me?”

You stood with a sigh as you looked him over before taking his hand, reaching behind him to flip the sign from open to close. “Come with me.. I have something I probably should have told you about ages ago.” You said as you lead him into the back, shutting the door to the kitchen behind the both of you. Once in private you lifted your shirt before taking his hand and running it over your back. He found the sin the be rough and striped with scar tissue.

“What happened?” He asked softly as he traced the small slashing scars running up and down your back.

“Johnny happened.” You admitted as you lowered your shirt.

“He did this to you?” Matt's voice lowered as rage for this guy began to boil in him. You nodded. “Why?” It didn't matter much to him. There is no reason to do this to a woman as sweet as you. But even he could see the abuse still affected you.

“Because I am proud to be Pagan, and very actively practice. He said he was trying to save my soul because he loved me.”

“(Y/n) I swear I would never…” he couldn't even bring himself to say it, just gently wrapped his arms around you. Your face burrowed into his chest as your arms wrapped around his waist.

“I know. I'm sorry. I just got scared.” You sobbed.

Matt pulled away from you, removing his glasses so you could see the sincerity on his face. “I promise I will do my very best to be as supportive of your religion choice as possible.” His words pulled a smile through your tears as his fingers gently brushed them away. “Well, there goes my plans of inviting you to Mass with me next week.” He joked, hoping to make your smile grow. “I think Father Lantom would really like you.”

You half heartedly laughed. “Well if you think I won't burn on church property maybe one day...but not next week. That's Litha.”

“Litha?” Matt asked curiously, wanting to show every effort to at least learn, to make you feel more comfortable.

“It's one of our holidays, the summer solstice, longest day of the year. Actually I was planning on inviting you. We stay up the night before singing and dancing around a fire, watch the sunrise. Then we spend the day honoring the sun gods and eating honey everything…” He smiled seeing your face light up being able to speak so freely about your religion. “This year is extra special since the Honey Moon falls on the same day.” You added with extra excitement as you made your way from the kitchen into the shop to flip the sign back to open. “I'm willing to bet the kids will make honeysuckle crowns.” You added with a chuckle.

“Wow sounds more fun than any of the holidays I got growing up...just meant an extra long service and sometimes a present to unwrap.” He said with a half laugh as he leaned against one of your glass display cases. “But I guess that's what you get when you're raised by nuns in a Catholic school.”

“Ugh that sounds horrible.” You both couldn't help laughing as he agreed.

“Oh! Here,” you paused rushing back into the kitchen, coming back with a small honey cupcake, “try this!” You exclaimed as you held it out to him. He popped the small dessert in his mouth savoring every sweet flavor of summer it had to offer.

“This is amazing! Is this for your celebration?” You nodded with excitement. “So how about after your done here we go get that lock changed and get some ice cream?”

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“Ok...ground rules.” You stated as you handed Matt his vanilla come. He nodded signalling he was ready to start negotiations as you took your raspberry swirl. “First and foremost...I'm only sticking around if I can start calling you my boyfriend.”

“Is this- Are we going steady?” Matt joked as he gently took hold of your arm, laughing as you childishly answered with a yes. “Good. Ok no guilt to the other for not wanting to take part in religious events.”

You nodded as you meandered through the city heading nowhere in particular. “Wouldn't have it any other way.” You paused for a moment, recalling everything about your last relationship that made you uncomfortable. “You can pray for me only if I can cast for you.”

“I'm not much for prayer.” He chuckled lightly. “Oh, here's a good one..you can't get pissed at me for my ignorance.”

“Hmm ok...but expect me to invite you. You don't have to say yes but its always a lot of fun.” You said as you reached up to give him a soft gentle kiss.

[kh-akira]

I need Illana catching Ienzo admiring some flowers and thinking out loud because they're cuties and i need to see more of them

Thank you for the prompt ( which is Number 2.“How long have you been standing there?”) for those two.It’s the first thing I wrote with them as a pairing (and also first time I wrote Ienzo), so this was very interesting. Always love to do some researches on flowers. 

Ienzo x Ilana (OC)

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Ienzo marveled at the garden that outstretched before him.

He had always assumed that with ‘garden’ Ilana had meant one or two beds of flowers, but that was a far cry from the actual amount of them and rows of bushes he looked at.

And with its location so far at the border of the city you had a wonderful view on the lake surrounding Radiant Garden. A little stream was running between the beds of flowers, giving the place an even more peaceful and relaxing atmosphere. No wonder she had insisted on him taking a break and coming over for tea.

“This place is marvelous,” he said in wonder, starting to walk into the garden.

The nervosity Ienzo had felt before, over coming here and meeting her alone, was now replaced with curiosity. He couldn’t name any of the flowers, but he was surprised to see so many different shapes and colors gathered in one place without looking cluttered.

“There must be some kind of system behind this. Maybe like you arrange a bouquet, just in large?” he mused while occasionally stopping to give the flowers a closer look. Sometimes he would also take a quick sniff of them and always think anew that he never had smelled such sweet aroma before.

“I wonder if she talks to the flowers,” he murmured, before a smile formed on his lips. “I wouldn’t be surprised. She is very chatty after all.”

A patch of violet-blue flowers, which petals hung upside down, caught Ienzo’s eyes. He crouched in front of them and has he had thought before, they looked like little bells.

“Curious. I wonder what they are called?” he wondered and after a moment of hesitation, he carefully poked one of the flowers, almost expecting it to actually ring. But of course, no sound was heard from it.

“Are you trying to call a fairy?”

Ienzo almost lost his balance at suddenly been spoken to, but he was able to straighten up before he landed on his backside. Turning around, he could see Ilana come forward behind one of the bushes he had just passed.

“I-Ilana,” he stammered a bit embarrassed from his ungraceful flailing and her giggling. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Hmmm, how long would be comfortable for you?” she asked back with an acted innocent smile, while she walked towards him with her hands clasped behind her back.

Already accustomed to her playful ways, Ienzo just sighed and changed the topic.

“Why did you ask if I was trying to call a fairy?”

“Because you rang a Bluebell,” she answered,now standing at his left side and pointing at the the bell shaped flowers he had admired a moment ago. “It’s said when you ring one, a fairy appears and depending on the nature of your heart they will either trap you or fulfill you a wish.”

“Huh, very interesting.” Turning to the flower again, he repressed the urge to try and ring one again. “So they are called Bluebells? That’s a pretty straightforward name.”

“Yes, botanists sometimes can be very lazy with naming flowers. But you have to admit it has a nice..ring to it, right?” she said, chuckling at her own attempt at a pun.

Ienzo just shook his head, but smiled at her.

“So, you like them?” she then asked him, giving him a curious look.

“I admit they look pretty,” he answered after a moment of thinking. “And their story really intrigues me.”

“Because they have something to do with the heart, right?” she asked, leaning a bit forward to look at his face. He couldn’t help but letting out a small, sheepish laugh.

Ilana hummed amused, before she straighten up again.

“They actually remind me of you.”

“How come?” He appeared very surprised about her statement.

With a smile, she motioned to his head. “The way your hair hangs down and the color? It looks similar to the petals.” She giggled when Ienzo touched his bangs at this. “They also stand for humility and gratitude,” she continued to explain. “And I think that describes you very well.”

Not really knowing what to answer to this, Ienzo looked back from her to the flowers. He didn’t know if those qualities would really describe him, but...it didn’t feel wrong.

After a moment he smiled.

Yes, he liked it to be compared to the Bluebell.

Seeing his smile, Ilana let him be in his thoughts for a moment longer, before she wrapped her arms around his left one.

“Anyway, I can tell you more about it at the cottage. The tea gets cold,” she said, gently starting to drag him with her.

“Oh ah, yes, of course,”he agreed after a moment of confusion from him and walked with her, not being bothered that she held onto his arm. “I wanted to ask you anyway: Where do those symbolism for flowers come from? They sometimes seem to be so arbitrarily.”

“Hmmm, that is hard to answer,” Ilana said, looking into the sky while thinking about a good explanation. “The language of flower is very old and very diverse at times. Sometimes the meanings come from their scientific names, sometimes from the myths that are told about the flower. Or when they are used for medicine, the meaning often has something to do with health and prosperity.”

While Ilana happily went on with trying to give him an idea of how flowers got their meanings, Ienzo watched her silently, taking in every word of hers.

Looking at her like this, he absently thought that there must be some truth to the story of the bluebell being able to call fairies.

[weeklyhumorist]

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Introducing FYOOM, The New Video Conferencing App That Lets Participants Smell One Another was originally published on Weekly Humorist

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine one-shot - “More than Words” (Rated PG13)

Blaine returns to Hogwarts to help prepare the students for hard times ahead, but he also has an ulterior motive - to keep one special Slytherin boy safe. (3179 words)

A/N: This is another re-write, but I made vast changes from the original - notably the mention of the new wizarding schools featured on the Pottermore website. Angst, romance, and drama. Harry Potter AU. Slytherin!Kurt, Ravenclaw!Blaine.

Read on AO3.

“Non-verbal spell casting,” Blaine announces, walking between the aisles of students - some watching him intently, others reading the information in the books open in front of them, “requires an extreme amount of concentration to master. Like many of the more complex spell casting techniques, it will tax you emotionally …” He pauses to help a student turn their book to the right page, then moves on “… especially since you will be called upon to use it under duress. But if you can manage it, it will be one in a long list of skills that might give you a leg up. Ensure your victory.” As he talks, strolling the room to give everyone the benefit of his attention, Blaine searches the sea of faces for one special student. He shouldn’t be that hard to find, but then again, there’s about sixty kids attending this lecture. “You’ll need to learn to focus, clear your mind, sharpen your mental acuity, all while fending off one or more attackers.” Blaine turns a full circle. He looks at the eyes staring anxiously at him and smiles sympathetically. “Simple, right?”

A murmured groan travels around the room – one full of self-doubt, hesitation, and fear. Blaine feels for these students. It wasn’t too long ago that he was sitting in those seats, staring blankly at an instructor who said the same thing to him. The only difference is that when Blaine was a seventh year, two short years ago, rumors pertaining to the return of the Dark Lord were just that – rumors. These kids will have to deal with the grim reality of war closing in upon them.

Blaine, who’d always had a preternatural knack for casting non-verbal spells, had been invited back to Hogwarts by special request of the headmaster himself. It was a tricky appointment considering the way the Ministry had been behaving with regard to the happenings at Hogwarts. Blaine could just as well have decided to stay at his cushy job with the Ministry. Many wizards and witches invited back to Hogwarts did. But Blaine chose to return and be of service to the school that helped mold him into the wizard he is today.

Besides, he wanted to keep an eye on one student in particular.

One he has always been distinctly fond of.

As his thoughts drift, his eyes fall on a young man occupying the last seat in the farthest left corner of the room. The Slytherin boy’s eyes lift and meet Blaine’s gaze, and Blaine’s worried heart swells with relief.

Kurt.

Blaine nods subtly, and Kurt nods back, but neither one speaks to the other.

“We’ll start off with a spell that should be relatively simple for you guys.”

Kurt watches Blaine pass by, rounding the last desk and walking back to the front of the room. He stops at the desk of a young lady sitting up front. She looks at him and smiles shyly, waiting to see what he’ll do.

“Orchideous.” Blaine points his wand at her desk and moves it in a circle. A bed of shiny green leaves appears, sprouting from thin air, and with them, white roses spring to life, transforming before their eyes from tight bud to blooming flower. The students ooo and aaah as the wreath of roses blossoms, scenting the air in the musty old classroom with the comforting aroma of spring.

Blaine lifts the wreath up in both hands and shows it around the room. Then he presents it to the young lady in front of him, who hides her face behind it and giggles, joined by her friends on either side. But in the far corner of the room, Kurt runs a hand through his chestnut hair and rolls his eyes. He stares down at his parchment, lips moving, giving the impression that he’s hard at work on his pronunciation when Blaine knows he’s actually cursing under his breath.

“Okay, class,” Blaine says with a grin for the girls, still giggling, and for Kurt, still cursing, “let’s try to cast it all together now, but without words. On the count of three – one … two … three.”

A lot of dramatic wand waving takes place, which Blaine had expected. It’s a symptom of learning to cast spells in this fashion - take away the voice, and something else tends to overcompensate. A few students forget Blaine’s instructions and start to say the spell out loud, cutting themselves off in the middle. A student in the center of the room mispronounces the spell terribly when he stops it short, and succeeds in producing a tiny orc, about the size of a corgi, which Blaine must then deal with.

But regardless of the numerous attempts and a few more mess ups, not a single student manages a flower.

“Alright, alright, alright,” Blaine calls, waving his hands to put a stop to it. “I’m going to lend you guys a hand, one student at a time …” Blaine feels Kurt’s eyes snap up to his face but doesn’t have the chance to return the look. “But until I get to you, I want you to practice the circular hand movement and visualize the flowers in your head. See if you can’t make me a bouquet before I get to you.” Blaine winks, and most of the girls in class either titter or sigh.

A few of the boys do, too.

Kurt huddles further over his parchment, not amused by Blaine’s flirtatious behavior.

By the end of the lecture, most of the students have been able to produce a passable bunch of flowers; those who don’t, have, at least, come up with a scraggly weed or a mess of dry leaves. Brian Levinworth, eager to materialize a white rose for his most recent crush, conjures one sad, dying petunia, which said crush frowns at before turning her back on him and ignoring him completely. Brian’s rejection tugs at Blaine’s heart, but less so than the fact that Kurt, chewing his lower lip to pieces, has yet to create a single petal.

“Okay, class” - Blaine glances purposefully at his pocket watch - “that’s enough for today. Gather up your flowers, if you have any, and skedaddle.”

Students gravitate towards one another and depart the room in groups – a habit that has increased now more than ever, and speaks of their need to feel safe and secure, even within the fortress that is Hogwarts castle. It forces rivals and friends alike to linger behind so that they don’t have to travel the halls alone.

A tight cluster of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor girls hand Blaine a hodgepodge of their best creations before hurrying out the door.

“Thank you, ladies. Thank you,” Blaine says, putting them to his nose and taking an obliging sniff. “And for those of you who didn’t have much luck, keep trying. Kurt …” Blaine calls over the heads of the students bustling to get to their next classes “… can you hang back a moment, please? I’d like to speak to you.”

No one comments about Blaine’s request, including Kurt. Standing halfway out of his seat, he doesn’t answer. He simply sits back down.

The room doesn’t empty as fast as Blaine would like, but he waits patiently at the front, answering questions and fielding compliments. Kurt remains in his seat, slowly packing his book bag, taking extra care with his quills and using more precision than normal dusting his parchments to help the ink dry. But before long, it’s quiet, and in the big, empty classroom, surrounded by various magical artifacts and aging spell books, Blaine and Kurt are alone for the first time in years.

And Blaine doesn’t know what to say.

“So” - Blaine starts making his way back to Kurt’s desk, glad that he stopped him before he had the chance to get lost in the crowd - “how’s my favorite American transplant doing?”

“Beginning to think that attending a public school in Ohio and staying invisible would have been a better idea than coming all the way out here just to prove that I’m a loser,” Kurt remarks.

“Don’t talk like that,” Blaine says gently, stopping by Kurt’s side and sneaking a glimpse at the parchment spread out on his desk. What Blaine had originally thought was Kurt’s assignment is a letter he’s been writing home. Blaine heaves a heavy sigh. He knows there’s more than self-esteem issues behind Kurt’s inability to produce a bouquet of roses; surprisingly more than the looming fear of being drafted into a battle that he never expected to fight.

It must be torture being an entire world away when your father suffers his first heart attack. That alone has taken a larger toll on Kurt than any army of Death Eaters ever could.

Blaine hated that he himself heard the news from the rumor mill when he arrived before he had the chance to hear it from Kurt.

“You’ve gotten this far,” Blaine continues. “You’re fitting in, you have impeccable grades. It would be a pity to stop now.”

“I have good grades because the teachers don’t want to call on the frightful American,” Kurt jokes bitterly. “They’re all annoyed that I got sent here instead of Ilvermorny. You know, I don’t think they even check my homework.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’ve been writing dirty jokes in Latin in the margins” – Kurt shrugs – “and nobody’s called me on it yet.”

Blaine laughs, picturing the faces of their professors – Snape and McGonagall specifically – upon discovering a raunchy limerick hidden within the lines of one of Kurt’s transfiguration essays, or in his translation of an ancient hex. Snape might choose to overlook it considering Kurt’s a member of his house. But McGonagall? She’d have Kurt cleaning cauldrons until he lost all feeling in his fingers.

Or she might invite him to her office for a Butterbeer if the punchline were particularly witty.

Blaine understands what it’s like, being an outsider. He’d known he was a wizard from a young age, like his parents before him. But living in the Philippines and being of mixed heritage, he had always expected to attend Mahoutokoro like his mother, or Castelobruxo like his father. Receiving the owl that would seal his fate and see him shipped off to Scotland was a plot twist he could never have predicted.

But he’s exceedingly glad things worked out the way they did.

“I don’t think that’s it.” Blaine sounds confident, but Kurt doesn’t seem too impressed. “I think that the faculty here is more aware of your abilities than you know.”

“Hmph. I doubt it.”

“How could they not? If I recall correctly, weren’t you the second year who cast a spell that changed the color of the walls and curtains in your dorm room?”

“Dior Grey,” Kurt specifies. “I needed something to break up all the green. It was driving me bonkers.”

“And weren’t you the third year who enchanted the clocks to sing that obscure musical number every hour on the hour?”

Kurt clucks at Blaine in offense. “It’s called Some People, and it’s hardly obscure.”

“The point is there’s a reason why you’re here,” Blaine says, bumping Kurt’s shoulder. “Those spells were far and beyond your grade level, and you cast them. You’re a natural. If you could perform an effective cloaking spell to hide yourself from bullies long before you knew you were a wizard, then I’m sure a little thing like a non-verbal spell will be no problem for you.”

“I bet you say that to all the students,” Kurt mutters, fussing with his parchment. “At least Camilla Luddington got a wreath of roses.”

Blaine smiles. That might be as close as Kurt’s going to come to saying he missed Blaine any time soon.

Kurt took it hard when Blaine left. That’s what Blaine heard, anyway; Kurt has yet to confirm that rumor. But what Kurt doesn’t know is how much Blaine hated to go and leave him behind. Blaine tried his best to push his feelings for Kurt away. After all, they had their whole lives ahead of them, and considering the track Kurt was on, he was bound to end up at the Ministry himself soon enough. They’d be reunited, and once they were, they could continue where they left off, away from the angst-ridden, emotional, and hormonally charged atmosphere of boarding school.

Then they could find out if they were truly meant to be together.

But this war started, and Blaine realized that he had made a host of wrong decisions.

Leaving Kurt turned out to be his greatest regret.

“I’ll conjure you all the flowers you want …” Blaine circles behind Kurt and whispers in his ear “… but first, try conjuring up some of your own.” He puts his hands on Kurt’s shoulders and squeezes. “Try to picture it,” he says, his voice low and soft, a spell of its own. “Not the words, not the spell, but the outcome.”

Kurt shakes his head, feeling defeated before he begins, but raises his wand to give the spell a try.

“Orchi---“

Blaine immediately clamps a hand over Kurt’s mouth.

“Kurt, non-verbal spells are supposed to be performed in your head. That’s why they’re called non-verbal.” Blaine removes his hand from Kurt’s mouth, noticing how splotches of pink have formed on his cheeks, outlining the shape of Blaine’s fingers. “We don’t need another orc running around here wreaking havoc, so concentrate.”

Kurt nods, ready to try again. He clenches his teeth tight, but his lips flutter around the words he’s fighting not to speak.

“Now, see, you’re moving your lips,” Blaine points out. “Against an expert opponent, you’ll give yourself away.”

“The movement of my wand will give me away. What does it matter if my lips move?”

“It matters, Kurt,” Blaine says firmly. He doesn’t want to argue. That’s not why he asked Kurt to stay behind.

“Well, maybe casting non-verbal spells isn’t my thing. Why do I need to learn it anyway?”

“You’re studying to become an Auror, aren’t you? Casting non-verbal spells will absolutely be essential for you. You can do it, Kurt. It just takes a hair more concentration than you’re giving.”

“I’m concentrating as hard as I can,” Kurt says, speaking mostly between clenched teeth. “It’s not that simple.”

“I know, I know. So forget about the words, and start by imagining what the spell will do when you cast it. Visualize it flowing from your wand. Picture the end result, and make it real.”

Kurt lets Blaine’s words seep into his head, absorbing their meaning while simultaneously trying to ignore the fact that Blaine is close - after so much time apart, so close - his breath tickling Kurt’s ear, the sweet smell of chamomile tea and peppermint clinging to the air around him. Blaine standing next to Kurt is not something that he can easily ignore. He knows he’s going to mess up with Blaine there, but he can’t bear to ask him to back up. Kurt takes a few deep breaths, doing what Blaine suggested, visualizing an outcome, imagining the spell casting, letting go of the words and focusing on the flowers. Without thinking, he opens his mouth to speak the spell.

Kurt feels a mouth on his – soft, familiar lips pressing against his, the flavor of tea and peppermint suddenly on his tongue. A hand to the back of his head joins it, pulling him close, urging him, begging him to kiss back.

And Kurt does. Even if he wanted to fight, he can’t. He’s missed this since Blaine’s been gone – stealing kisses in the vacant corridors of the castle, long nights up studying in the Slytherin dungeon or Ravenclaw tower, eating breakfast together in the morning and sharing dessert together at night. When Blaine left Hogwarts with an invitation to work at the Ministry, Kurt was sure that what they had, whatever it was, was over.

That their time together was just a fling to Blaine.

That he’d never see Blaine again.

After that, Kurt spent days sitting on the banks of the Black Lake, covering the water flowers that float on its surface with frost and watching them sink to the bottom.

Kurt feels the wand in his hand move, or maybe it’s his hand that’s shaking, but Kurt kisses Blaine deeper, and the air around them becomes overwhelmed by the fragrance of flowers. Kurt can’t nail down one single scent, especially with the smell of Blaine prevalent in his mind. But when they part, Kurt’s eyes dart down to his desk where a small garden of roses, carnations, peonies, lilies, and gardenias has sprung up on his parchment.

“See that?” Blaine whispers, kissing Kurt one more time on his closed mouth. “You can do it. You are capable of incredible magic.”

“Only because you kissed me.” Kurt laughs wryly, raising a hand to touch his lips. “I think the magic belongs to you.”

“No.” Blaine runs a thumb along Kurt’s cheekbone. “It belongs to you, and only you. You are a fantastic wizard, Kurt, but you’re also a remarkable person. Always remember that.”

Kurt nods and in the process, leans his head forward and rests his forehead against Blaine’s.

“I’ll try. But it’s a little harder than you make it sound.”

“I know,” Blaine says. “But you’re also such a cynic, and you really shouldn’t be. I know things are rough right now, but there is still so much wonder in the world. And when you find it, you’ll be amazed at how magical it can be. Just open yourself up to the possibilities.”

Kurt pinches his lips together in a thin line. He should stop the conversation here, or kiss Blaine again. There’s nothing else past that kiss that Kurt needs to know. But so much was left unsaid when Blaine left, and Kurt wants a little more assurance this time, in case Blaine up and goes again.

Kurt steels himself, taking in a breath that trembles.

“Can I ask you a question?” he says, staring at the flowers on his desk.

“Sure.” Blaine maintains his close proximity to Kurt, reluctant to move even an inch away. “Anything.”

“Is there a chance” – Kurt swallows, praying for some courage to come along so he can get the rest of his question out – “that maybe you came back here, even a little bit … for me?”

Kurt lifts a hopeful gaze to meet Blaine’s, and Blaine kisses him again – a more tender kiss than the first, but also more possessive. He doesn’t want Kurt to think that his reasons for leaving in any way outweigh his reasons for coming back. And now that he is back, he’s here to stay.

When Blaine leaves Kurt’s lips, there are tears in his eyes, waiting for a chance to be shed.

“Kurt,” he says, tracing the fine lines of Kurt’s face with his fingers, setting them a hundredth time to memory, “I had a dozen reasons for coming back. But you, by far, are the one that matters most.”