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[zhalfirin]

The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe

These books were part of the Renegady Publishing Tiny Books Bang 2023 event.

Typesetting by @yarnnerd

Full leather binding with gauffered and painted cover, coloured edges, hot stamped spine title and protective slipcase. materials used:

cover binders board, 1,5 (case construction) leather, goatskin (covering material) colourshift acrylic paint heat active foil, silver (hot stamped title)

inner book munken polar, 100gsm (book body) munken polar, 100gsm, painted with oak gall ink (endpapers) colourshift acrylic paint (edge colouring) decorative paper, linnen thread (endbands)

slipcase bindersboard, 1 (case construction) satogami paper, black (lining and narrow sides) decorative paper (wide sides)

book size: 3,1cm x 4,7cm

[lorei-writes]

Loreiiiii my darling! Your game is so cute and I'm so so curious!

✨️ wiiiiith Theo? Bc I'm weak. And we all know this.

"Hm? You're still up, hondje? Damn, you look tired."

(...)

"I didn't say that. And don't think you're moving anywhere now either. I'm late and you've still waited for me to get back, so it's part my fault you're like this. A good owner must take responsibility... Heh, what's that look you're giving me?"

send me a ✨+ [character] & get a short message

[hebimoonlightwrites]

HEY YOU

Yeah YOU.

I hope things with the fam go well.

Sending love your way all day 💕💕💕💕💕

Oh my- I just saw this. So sorry for replying so late, sweetheart! Thank you!♥ qwq It's going fine so far! Sorry again for replying so late! I hope you're doing good too!♥

[7000f1]

BLORBO BINGO TIME

For my son and your blorbo, the one, the only, Aimono Jyushi 🐷

Free space: if something else happens to him, I will kill everyone and them myself

I haven't been the same since we got to know that The Devil's Flower is coming out fr btw

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

Hello! New to your blog but your Luka banner GIVES ME LIFE T.T nice to meet you!

Fellow Luka appreciator?? Hello there darling! I'm so glad to hear you like the banner, I've been too emotionally attached to it for ages now to change it hahaha. He and Marius (pinned) keep the purple theme going stronk 💪💜 Pleasure to make your acquaintance luv, and hope you enjoy your stay here at l'hôtel de otome 😌💕

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

I found this site that generates you a random headcanon.... How about we do that: you enter the name of a character (or your OC!), post what you got, and then comment on how true do you think it is for them!

Not true. That was very easy.

Who's next!!! @judejazza @mcwentfandomtraveling @sh0jun @lorei-writes @groovylita @queengiuliettafirstlady @scummy-writes @ludivineikewolf @yarnnerdally @yanderepuck @vioisgoinginsane @venulus @fang-and-feather @leonscape @writingwhimsey @foreverxdaydreaming @keithsandwich @verynormaluser

[xxsycamore]

Very excited to present you the 💗 IKEMEN SERIES SHIP CHART! 💗

-> ship charts have been going around in the fandom recently so I had the idea of making one myself that would include elements that are unique to the ikemen games! It turned out to be quite difficult of a task I'm not gonna lie, especially because I really wanted it to be inclusive of all kinds of ships - you can fill it out with your selfship, oc x canon, or even character x character! If anything's unclear don't hesitate to ask me! <3 Have fun with it and continue the tag chain by mentioning your friends under this post, I don't mind the spam at all! Special thanks to Scummy who helped me with the making of this!

Picrew link in source (feel free use whatever else you want to for the pictures!)

Here's mine. Happy 5th anniversary to me and Napo 🥺💗💗💗 (06/19)

Tagging: @scummy-writes @yarnnerdally @groovylita @queengiuliettafirstlady @judejazza @natimiles @inkys-garden @sh0jun @lorei-writes @venulus @fang-and-feather @vioisgoinginsane @ludivineikewolf @jozhenji @oda-princess @krys-loves-otome @keithsandwich @rou-luxe @leonscape @lucyw260

[honnelander]

surprises

WOW OK i can't believe i did this!! i needed a small break from my writer's block with Sanji and wanted to try my hand at another opla character that i find really interesting! and cute i'm sorry this was a lot of fun to write and i enjoyed the change of pace so i hope you enjoy! if you want to be tagged in any of my work, please read this

gif credit @zsuo

WARNINGS: none

word count: 2k

pairing: opla!buggy x reader

summary: reader is on 'clown duty' on the Going Merry while the crew searches for Nami, but the more you talk with Buggy, the more you realize you like him.

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taglist: @yarnnerdally @miloonmetis @fa1rybubbl3z @feelinmatcha @buggy0827 @uncomfortableshoelace @notasgard @deserticwren @shadydeanmuffin @ohsilk @antrenna @laviiv

Ok, you’ll admit it, you’ll finally admit it. You were finally going to admit to yourself the tiny, stupid, and annoying thought that has been plaguing the back of your mind for days now: 

You thought the clown was hot. 

Even saying that small, little sentence to yourself in your mind made you cringe and want to smack yourself into next week. 

You thought the clown was attractive? Buggy the freaking clown? Buggy, the flashy fool? Buggy, the... what, something-something jester? The guy that constantly wore that silly circus make up all the time, so you didn’t really know what his face even looked like exactly? The person who rivaled Usopp in always having the most shit to say? It was ridiculous.  

What was even worse, was the fact that he was just a head at this point, he wasn’t even a full person with a body. You had no idea what the rest of him looked like and you hated the fact that you were just so god damn curious to find out. It was embarrassing- you were attracted to a literal talking head! 

Apparently though, the rest of the crew had said, sans Sanji since you both had joined Luffy’s crew at the same time, that this Buggy guy was bad news. Why exactly? You didn’t really know, but it had something to do with Buggy attempting to drown Luffy to obtain the map to the Grand Line and decimating a town a couple of weeks ago. 

But it looked like that warning of ‘Buggy is dangerous’ had turned into ‘Buggy is just annoying’ since all he was now, at this point in time, was just a talking head that never seemed to shut up. That talking head, however, was your crew’s only ticket to find a rogue Nami so you all had no choice but to put up with his antics. 

“Can’t you just tell us where Arlong is?” you asked the clown head offhandedly one morning out on deck as you sharpened your daggers. “Without, you know, all the theatrics?”  

“God,” Buggy groaned, rolling his eyes to the heavens. “Are you deaf or are you just stupid?” he asked exasperatedly as his head hopped around and turned to face you. “For the millionth time- I can’t just tell you where Arlong is. My powers don’t work like that. I’m not a compass or a map.” 

“Well, actually, you kind of are, aren’t you?” you asked curiously with an eyebrow raised, not put off by his rude tone. “I mean, think about it,” you started, pointing the tip of your dagger to look at him. “You could like, ‘leave’ a toe or something anywhere you wanted to remember a certain thing or place, and you could then just... sense where to go to get it back. Exactly like a map.” You were silent for a minute as you went back to sharpening the blade. “But I guess you already did that, right? Since that’s how you found Luffy at the Baratie?” you asked with a thoughtful hum. 

“Wow,” Buggy laughed condescendingly. “You’re a real sharpshooter, aren’t you? Thanks for that master analysis, captain obvious. What do you think I’m doing right now?” 

The corner of your mouth twitched upwards. “Acting like a map to get your body back,” you answered without hesitation and a twinge of smugness. “Maybe you should be called ‘Buggy the Map’ instead. It has a nice ring to it.” 

The clown’s patronizing smile dropped, his expression deadpanning. “Haha, very funny,” Buggy said in a humorless voice. “And here I thought you weren’t anything more than just a pretty face.” 

Your eyes darted to him, quickly scanning over his expression to see if he was seriously calling you pretty or if he was just joking. When you saw no hint of sincerity in his green eyes (wow they were pretty), you cleared your throat and refocused your attention back onto your blade.  

“Yeah, well, I’m full of surprises actually,” you said matter-of-factly without thinking, your mouth having a mind of its own. Your eyes widened slightly, your line of sight not budging from your dagger as your hand running along the blade stilled for a second.  

Were you flirting with Buggy?

Were you insane? 

Buggy’s attention was already wandering but at your choice of words, his eyes snapped right back to your face. For once in his life, he was at a loss for words. “Uh... ok?” He blinked. “Like what?” 

You felt your cheeks flush slightly, running your sharpening stone along the blade at a quicker pace. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

The clown furrowed his eyebrows, scrunching up his face in confusion as he looked at you. He felt like he had entered the Twilight zone or something.  

“Uh, yeah. You’re the one who brought it up, sweet cheeks,” he said as he watched you intently focus on your task at hand. Buggy then quirked an eyebrow as he added in snooty tone, “Well, whatever ‘surprise skills’ you have can’t possibly be knife sharpening because you’ve been working on that same blade all morning.” 

Shit. He was right, you realized. You had been out here longer than you initially thought and had been working on the same dagger ever since you sat down with him.  

In a quick attempt to hide your embarrassment at being called out, you swiftly sat up and stabbed the tip of your small blade into the wooden barrel next to where his head was. “Watch your mouth clown!” 

But Buggy didn’t even flinch. “Pfft, nice try sweetheart,” he scoffed. “But blades don’t scare me. I’m immune to cuts, remember? I’m literally just a head right now.” 

Crap. He got you. Again. You leaned back in your seat, pulling out your other blade to sharpen.  

“Oooo, another dagger, huh?” he asked with feigned interest, catching your gaze. “I guess you really are ‘full of surprises’,” he teased with an overly flirtatious tone and an exaggerated wink. 

At that, your face reddened. You knew he was just joking, but the combination of you admitting to yourself that you found him attractive coupled with his flirty teasing and that wink... it was causing your heart rate to accelerate like you had a schoolgirl crush.  

And crushing on Buggy? The talking clown head? It was just all too ridiculous. 

You resumed your blade sharpening ritual, trying to pretend like he wasn’t affecting you. “Well, I did tell you that, didn’t I?” you asked, trying to turn the tables back on him. 

Buggy was silent for a beat as his eyes regarded you. HIs voice dropped an octave lower, intentionally or not, you weren’t sure, as he said in a more earnest tone, “Yeah... but I didn’t think it was true.” 

Your eyebrows shot up at hearing his admission, his tone surprising you as you quickly turned your head towards him. When you saw the look in his eyes, the way that he was still staring at you, it caused your heart to skip a beat. It was like he was seeing you for the first time, really seeing you. 

‘Being more than a pretty face’ wasn’t something you took lightly; it was something you lived by. It had become your mantra of some sort. Your whole life, you were underestimated, rarely ever being taken seriously because you ‘had a pretty face’ that you could ‘coast by’ on. People (men) always assumed you were too dumb to understand things or be smart and have talents because you were pretty, and it absolutely infuriated you.  

You shook your head, clearing up those thoughts. You didn’t feel like delving into that right now and especially not with Buggy of all people, so instead of biting back, you said with a curt, humorless laugh as you went back to your blade, “There’s always more to people than meets the eye, you know.” 

Buggy let out a snort, his green eyes looking towards the sky for a second. “Yeah,” he agreed. “No kidding.” 

Both of you became quiet, a few beats of strangely comfortable silence passing between the two of you before you broke it. 

“But probably not with you though,” you joked. “You’re probably just all clown, complete with bad jokes and questionable make up. And,” you looked at him, a spark of mischief in your eyes, “you’re probably not even that tall.” 

You hoped to God that Buggy really did have a sense a humor and that your playful jabs didn’t go over his bandana cladded head because you really didn’t want to make an enemy out of him. And if he didn’t get your sense of humor, then you and him probably would never work out anyway.  

Your stomach fell to your feet at the thought. What were you even saying?? Jesus, you really were delusional. The quicker you guys found Arlong and split ways with Buggy, the better. 

But of course, the universe had different plans for you, because Buggy did in fact have a sense of humor and took your mockery of his height in stride. 

“What- not tall?? Please,” his voice becoming playfully haughty. “Just wait until you see my body, sweetheart. I’ll be looking down at you, telling you the best jokes you’ve ever heard in your life with some fresh clown make-up on,” he said, winking at you with a click of his tongue. “I call it ‘the Buggy trifecta.’” 

You looked away from him, hiding your flushed cheeks as you shook your head, a smile on your face as you opened your mouth to say something back when Sanji came up to the upper deck, a small smile on his face when he saw you and effectively cutting off your banter. 

“Ah, there you are y/n!” the blonde cook called out. “I’ve been looking for you. I didn’t realize you’d be out here on, uh,” his blue eyes darted to Buggy for a nanosecond before looking back at you, “clown duty.” 

Buggy scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Well, good morning to you too, happy feet.” 

Sanji glanced at Buggy again, furrowing his eyebrows for a second before shaking his head once with a blink and letting out a small sigh as he turned his attention back to you, deciding it wasn’t worth it to argue with the clown head. 

“Yeah, so, uh, anyway,” he said as he put his hands in his pockets. “Breakfast is ready,” he relayed, jabbing a thumb behind him. “I wanted to let you know before it got cold.” 

“Hey, what about my breakfast, blondie?” Buggy complained. “I might just be a head right now, but a clown’s gotta eat, you know?” When he saw the questionable stares from you and Sanji, Buggy shook his head. “Don’t ask me how it works,” he said before either of you could say anything. “But it just does. I still get hungry and need to eat.” He looked back up at Sanji, his green eyes expectant. “So how about whipping me up some scrambled eggs, huh?” 

Sanji blinked. “Oh, well, sure-” 

“I got it, Sanji,” you said, cutting off your lifelong friend. You stood up from your seat, sheathing your daggers back into their holsters on your hips. “I’ll make you some eggs Buggy.” 

“Ooo, look at that,” Buggy laughed. “You really are full of surprises, aren’t you?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Ignoring the questioning look Sanji was giving you, you walked past the two men, well, man and talking head, and started going down the stairs. “Here’s another surprise: I’ll cook you your eggs once I’m done eating, in like an hour. How does that sound?” 

“Whoa, wait, wait, wait! I didn’t mean it like that, y/n!” Buggy quickly backtracked, trying his best to smooth things over with you as fast as he could. “I meant that as like, a good surprise! Really!” 

You smirked to yourself, finding it funny how quickly Buggy switched up his mannerisms in order to get what he wanted. “Sanji, you’re on clown duty!” You called out, tunning Buggy out, leaving him begging and pleading with a confused Sanji, who was wondering what the heck he just witnessed between you two. 

[loverboy-cc]

Honey and wine

kinktober bonus no. 1

Neuvillette flushes and looks to the side, embarrassed to admit that he had taken at this point several minutes to stop and admire you.

Pairing: Neuvillette/gn reader

CWs: breeding, dragon dick neuv

AN: Inspired by this post tysm @mareeyeahh I am FEASTING on this idea.

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Neuvillette groans softly as he finally, finally buries his twin cocks inside you. Savouring the warmth of your body against his and the way your velvety walls grip him. Sliding his hands down to your hips as he sits up, pausing before he began truly fucking you.

You were crying, almost anyway. Small glittery tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you clung to him, panting softly with your eyes shut tight. He shifts and one of the tears begins to roll down your cheek, his body acts before his mind does and he kisses away the tear. Smiling gently as you blinked at him, having noticed him stop.

“Neuv? Are you okay?” Your voice is soft as you hold his face, eyes full of worry.

Neuvillette flushes and looks to the side, embarrassed to admit that he had taken at this point several minutes to stop and admire you. He licks his lips nervously and looks back to reply, but the action sends a strange wave of warmth through him.

His mouth tasted sweet, like it was full of honey without the stickiness.

“Oh- I apologize my dear I was ah..” the warmth in his abdomen that he can recently learned was arousal seemed to become more intense, and the urge to mark you as his mate flooded his mind like someone had broken a dam.

“Neuv..?”

“I’m alright dear, I just felt… Strange, for a moment.” He smiles down at you and buries his face into your shoulder, savoring the way your scent flooded his senses and filled his mind with a thick haze. Acutely aware of the way your body welcomed him so easily as he drove his cock harshly into you.

He grips your waist tightly as he pistons his hips into yours, resisting the urge to dig his teeth into your supple flesh, to mark you permanently as his.

He settles for stuffing you full of his cum, over and over until his scent is imprinted into your skin.

© pvbbyboy •• 2023 •• Please do not translate/repost. reblogs are appreciated and requests are open!

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[violettduchess]

A/N: This is an official entry for the @flash-exchange In a Flash Creation Challenge. A huge thank you to @lorei-writes for all her help with organizing this so that I can post the whole thing at once.

Ikemen Prince OCs and their Suitors. Thank you to everyone who shared their OCs with me and trusted me to write them. It really is an honor! 💜

WC: 3.3 k

Esther x Chevalier (@lorei-writes) Bright fingers of sunlight try to push their way through the hazy white curtains, but even their insistent prodding isn’t enough to wake Chevalier. Esther, propped up on one elbow, takes a moment to study him, sunlight washing across his features, brightening the pale blond of his hair, gilding his long eyelashes, caressing the sharp line of his cheekbone. She smiles, allowing her fingertips to brush the soft, fair strands away from his forehead before leaning down, her own hair falling in curls over her shoulder like a curtain of ringed sunshine. “It’s morning, Chevka.” Her voice is brimming with affection, rounded with love. He grunts, the only sign of life aside from his steady breathing. Warmth blossoms in her heart and Esther knows what she must do. Cupping his face in her hand, she lowers her head until her lips touch his. She lingers there, reveling in the feel of his mouth, the scent of him, remaining still as a marbled statue until she feels him respond: there’s the curve of his smile against her lips and the sudden, secure wrap of his arms around her. In a voice thick with sleep and purring with tenderness, he kisses her back through the following words: “Good morning, my Ragdoll.”

Imogen x Nokto (@yarnnerdally) Nokto watches from the bed as Imogen rubs a towel through her damp chestnut hair, expressive green eyes narrowed in concentration. She catches sight of him in the mirror and turns, hand on her hip. “Something funny?” Slowly and shamelessly he sits up, allowing the bedsheets to slide down his lean torso and gather enticingly around his hips. “You….being so annoyed at having to bathe.” Imogen shakes her head, huffing out a breath. “You try getting all that chocolate out of your hair!” He grins slowly. “When I suggested we use chocolate, I believe your response was something like ‘Show me what you mean’ in a very seductive voice.” She rolls her eyes and his heart echoes the motion, flipping about in his chest as if he were some lovestruck youth. So what, he thinks. So what if he is? With a flourish he throws the bedsheets back and stalks towards her, relishing the way her expression goes from startled to heated in a matter of seconds. Nokto slides his arms around her, pulling her against his naked body, and dips his head so his lips brush the shell of her ear. “How about we take a bath together?” He kisses the sensitive spot just below his whispers and Imogen’s breath catches in her throat. “But…I’m already clean,” she murmurs, towel slipping from her hand to the floor. She feels his huff of laughter against her neck, the sharp nip of his teeth before he kisses the pink skin. “Then I will just have to dirty you again.” The words are throaty, a soft growl. She sighs happily, her body already saying yes as it yields itself to his kisses and his touch.

Melinda x Chevalier (@dododrawsstuff)  “I have something to show you.” With these words, Chevalier reaches for Melinda’s hand, threading his fingers through hers tightly, and leads her through the winding halls of the palace and into one of the salons. “What...?” she murmurs as he drops her hand a bit quickly, a bit awkwardly. She watches, perplexed, as he makes his way to the elegant white piano and lowers himself onto the bench. There is no sheet music in front of him. What is he.....and then he places his hands on the ivory keys and begins to play. At first she is simply captivated by the movement of his beautiful hands, the dexterity of his elegant fingers, but then the melody breaks through and she gasps. It is a song from her home country, one she sings to herself when she feels the lonely pangs of homesickness echo through the corridors of her heart. It is a song made famous by a woman who sang from the very depths of her vibrant soul, whose voice not only comes from Brazil, but IS Brazil. Melinda’s vision blurs as she makes her way over to the piano. She never knew he was listening, let alone that he was mentally recording every note she sang. His hands still as the chords fade and he turns towards her. “I had to infer certain musical elements but I believe this was an adequate—” He stops speaking as Melinda leans down, capturing his face in her hands and kisses him, words unable to convey the gratitude and love for this man who sensed her sadness and tried to bring a piece of her home to her. He relaxes under her touch, eyes only opening when she pulls back to rest her forehead against his. “Obrigado meu querido.” Thank you, my love.

Beatrice x Yves (@bicayaya) The kitchen is filled with the smell of cinnamon and sugar. Humming to herself, Beatrice carefully uses the flat end of her knife to spread the thick, pink cream across each of the cookies that have cooled enough for decoration. She leans down, concentrating as she makes sure the spread is even, each cookie matching the one before. She doesn’t notice that Yves has returned from the small garden just outside the kitchen, nor does she notice the way he’s paused, simply watching her with sunny affection dancing in the bright blue skies of his eyes. “There,” she says, straightening up again, staring down at the sea of pink frosted cookies proudly. Glancing over her shoulder, she spots him and smiles. “Don’t they look wonderful?” He pushes off the doorway he’s been leaning against, his smile curving into a grin. “They do, little bee, but….” He stops in front of her and with a small laugh, touches the tip of her nose, his finger coming away pink. “It looks like you decorated yourself.” Beatrice gasps softly, touching her nose and then starts laughing when her fingertip is also pink. “I guess I got too close!” Yves sets down his small basket of edible flowers, reaching for a clean dish towel. Gently, he cleans her nose and then leans forward, giving it a light kiss. He starts to straighten up but she catches the back of his neck. “Ah ah….not when I have you so close.” He melts into her touch, sighing happily as he slides his arms around her and meets her lips for a kiss sweeter than all the cookies in Rhodolite.

Viva x Leon (@lorei-writes) Being king means many responsibilities and one of them is dealing with ambassadors. Most are skilled at what they do and therefore polite, but every now and then, one comes along who believes that rudeness may prove more advantageous than civility. Leon watches one such man walk away and sighs heavily into his champagne glass, keeping his expression as neutral as possible. The man was arrogant, condescending and above all, an idiot. At least Viva didn’t hear some of the insulting things he had said– “How dare he speak to you like that!” He winces inwardly, turning to see his beautiful wife puffed up with indignation. Her eyes are narrowed, her shoulders squared and she’s about to chase down the man and possibly cause an international incident. Leon quickly sets down his glass and catches her hands mid-raise, turning her away from the gathering so that she can only focus on him. “Viva, my love.” He smiles, tenderness welling up inside him at the sight of the indignant fire blazing her eyes. “That boar of a man–” she rumbles, ready to let loose a storm. Leon gently tugs her towards him and places a calming kiss on her lips. “Forget him, my beautiful, valiant rooster.” Her attention snaps to her husband at that and he laughs, triggering her own, answering chuckle, deflating the cloud of umbrage. He twirls a curl of her golden hair around his index finger, head tipped as he regards her. “How about we get out of here?” Viva grins slowly. Never has she heard a better idea.

Romarin x Leon  (@ikeprinces-stuff) He follows the sound of music, the soft, mournful notes that guide him away from his study and up the winding stairs towards the salon on the third floor. It is a room he does not visit all that often. The walnut-colored door is open, just a crack, and he slowly pushes it further, peering inside. She’s standing by the window, magnetic jade eyes closed as she plays her beloved violin, that constant companion that saved her in so many, many ways. He watches her from the doorway, his heart aching in his chest at the story her music is telling. A song of sadness, of loneliness, of the dark, secret shadows that haunt a person’s heart. Her whole body bends as she plays, one with the instrument. The final note fades, leaving the room in silence until Leon clears his throat. Romarin’s eyes open, at first startled, but when she sees who it is she relaxes slowly like a skittish feline that needs a moment to recognize a kind face. “I didn’t know you were there.” He doesn’t answer with words but crosses the room to where she is standing. She notices the way he swallows, emotion balling in the back of his throat, before he places his hands on her shoulders and bends to place a kiss on her cheek. She breathes in deeply, the cool scent of him flooding her senses and steps closer, her violin hanging by her side as she rises onto her toes and kisses him, marveling at the way his mouth fits perfectly against hers. He sighs her name, sliding his hand along the silken moonlight of her pale hair. That sound, her name from his lips, feels as romantic and full of longing as any serenade, any sweet piece of music, could ever be.

Carina x Leon (@fang-and-feather) The campfire burns a warm orange, crackling steadily as it releases tiny red embers up into the night. The forest trees stand tall, reminding Leon of gentle, peaceful guardians keeping watch over the campsite he and Carina have built. Speaking of his love…he pulls his gaze away from the flames and stands, frowning. Where has she gone? Squinting, he looks beyond the tent towards the water. Moonlight glints off the smooth surface of the lake, silvery and idyllic. But there is no sign of her. A tiny tendril of concern sprouts in his heart and he’s about to call her name when suddenly, a dark shape explodes from behind several trees and leaps into the water, shattering the peaceful silver and filling the air with a loud gasp of laughter. He grins slowly. Of course. Carina waves from the water, still gasping from the shock of cold on her bare body. She watches, sapphire eyes alight with mischief and anticipation, as Leon makes his way towards the water, shedding his clothing piece by piece as he goes. Only when he is as bare as she is does he pause with a leonine grin on his face and then takes a running leap into the water, diving towards her. Their laughter fills the isolated area and when she holds out her arms in welcome, Leon swims to her and accepts her embrace. Moving aside her damp curls, he begins pressing kiss after kiss to her cheek, her neck, the curve of her shoulder, his mouth so very warm against her cool skin. Above the stars gleam brightly, tiny diamonds in a black velvet sky.

Ciel x Rio (@floydsteeth) Rio adjusts the straps of Ciel’s quiver on his shoulder as they walk back through the fields. He listens, bright blue eyes alight with adoration, as she explains the characteristics of the mushroom she is holding, a beautiful brown and pale green specimen she spotted on the way back from archery practice. “They only grow for a period of two weeks and then they’re gone. We’re so lucky we found—” Her words cut off and they both stop in their tracks. Just ahead, grazing upon the lush grass in the field, is a massive horse. It’s easily seventeen hands high, with powerful muscles that roll underneath its glossy silvery coat with every movement it makes. Ciel freezes, the little mushroom tumbling from her hand. “Rio.....” Her voice is small, shrunken with fear. But he’s already moving, walking towards the huge beast, calmly, fearlessly. “You seem to be in the wrong place, fella.” His tone is soothing, gentle. The horse lifts its great head and nickers. Before Rio can say another word, a red-faced stablehand comes huffing and puffing over the mound of tall grass. “This one got away,” he manages between deep breaths. “C’mon now Llwyd, let’s go.” He leads the horse away and Rio quickly returns to Ciel’s side. She’s pale but breathing steadily. Setting down the quiver of arrows, he reaches for her, pulling her against him and embraces her lovingly. “It’s ok.” He presses gentle kisses to the beauty marks on the side of her face. “It’s ok.” One final kiss, this time to her lips, soft and reassuring, a candle in the darkness. “Let’s go home.” He bends down, picking up the quiver and the tiny mushroom which he presses gently into her palm once again. “Let’s go home and you can keep telling me all about this little one on the way.”

Oliver x Sariel (@olivermorningstar) The sun has long since set, sinking into darkness, as Oliver adjusts the focus of his microscope. He wants to observe the bacteria he’s been cultivating just a little bit longer. The door to his study opens, the hinges squeaking softly, but he is so focused on his subject that he doesn’t even look up. The sound doesn’t even register. He’s muttering to himself, his black quill scratching against the parchment as he records his observations and questions they spark. It’s only the surprising sound of someone clearing their throat that breaks through, letting him know that he isn’t alone. He turns, eyes wide behind his glasses and then relaxes instantly when he sees Sariel. “It’s late,” the minister says as he approaches Oliver. The researcher sighs, turning to look over his shoulder at his instruments and his notes. “I know, I know but I just wanted to finish collecting my observations on this particular–” Sariel reaches up, gently taking hold of Oliver’s chin and turns his head back towards him. His eyes, an arresting dark violet, are full of something soft, something admiring. Still holding Oliver’s chin, he leans forward and presses a delicate kiss to his lips. Oliver’s breath catches in his throat, any and all protests crumbling immediately. Sariel kisses him again, then lets his fingers trail down his neck before falling back to his side. “I’ll wait here while you finish.” A rush of warmth colors Oliver’s cheeks. Sariel is so patient, so considerate….and somehow, in the greatest mystery known to mankind, he has chosen him to love, to care for. He nods, reaching out to briefly squeeze his hand. “Just another minute.”

Maeve x Keith (@keithsandwich) Maeve’s emerald eyes are closed, her head resting comfortably in Keith’s lap. The grass is soft beneath her bare feet and every now and then, a bird chirps, adding its music to the soothing sound of Keith’s voice as he reads to her from a new collection of Jadean poetry. In one hand he holds the slim volume, the other is holding hers, reveling in the feel of her slender fingers entwined with his. He’s reading a poem about love and nature and fate, about stars in the night sky that bless those who have found the sacred bond of lovers. Then he feels Maeve’s hand squeeze his and he lowers the book to find her looking up at him, those eyes wide open and bright, green as springtime, beautifully wild. Under that loving gaze he feels his heart unfold like a flower beckoned by sunshine and he can’t help himself, he has to kiss her. The book falls to the soft grass as he leans down just as she reaches for him. Gently he shifts her, pulling her into the warm circle of his arms, his lips moving over hers with wordless declarations of love and devotion. It is moments like this, enveloped in the safety of her love, that he understands a poet’s desire to try and capture the enormity of what it means to love and be loved in return. Maeve kisses him and the world is born anew. She smiles and it is daylight illuminating a field of wildflowers. He loves her and she loves him. There is nothing more natural or more beautiful.

Céline x Gilbert (@celiciaa) Céline slashes her way through the underbrush, single-mindedly heading towards the narrow dirt path that runs through this part of the dark Obsidian forest. Her sword bites into bushes and brambles, an extension of her fury. Gilbert knew they were being followed and went without her to take care of it. Damn it. Damn him. Her blade hacks through the last scattering of vegetation, revealing the earthen road and she stops when she sees the sight laid out before her. Gilbert, face flecked with crimson drops, pistol still in hand. Several bodies are laid out like fallen petals before him. He glances up from the havoc and offers her a bright smile. “They made poor choices.” Céline throws her long white braid over her shoulder, her sword falling to the ground as she crosses the space between them in several long strides, throwing her arms around him and kissing him fiercely. She catches his lip between her white teeth and bites down. The sound he makes is fire to gunpowder, sending a wash of heat straight through her body, every nerve feeling like it might explode at any moment. He pulls her tightly against him, their mouths restless and searching, rough and savage. She tastes blood, but it doesn’t matter. There’s blood everywhere anyway.

Leyla x Silvio (me) —  The overcast sky matches the expression on Silvio’s face. He watches as the last of the crates are loaded onto Siren’s Call. Leyla’s ship. The one getting ready to leave the royal Benitoite port. “That’s the last one, Captain.” First Mate Kai clamps a large, reassuring hand on Leyla’s shoulder and she nods at him. He inclines his head towards Silvio, a begrudging sign of respect, before heading onto the gangway. The silence between Silvio and Leyla hangs as heavy as the gray clouds above. “I don’t get why you gotta go. You know I could–” Leyla cuts him off with a sharp shake of her head, her gold hoop earrings swaying with the movement. “I won’t be a kept woman. You know that.” She sighs heavily, brushing aside several wayward strands of hair that the wind has plucked free of her dark braid. Silvio’s fingers ache at the sight. He curls his hands into fists, fighting the burning need to touch her. “Besides,” she continues, “It’s not that long. Just a few months.” Her words are hollow with forced optimism. Silvio looks down at his boots, jaw clenched. “Fuck.” His voice is ragged. “Captain!” Kai’s deep baritone calls from the ship. “The tide!” “I know!” she barks back, her own voice scraped raw with emotion. Trying to ignore the vice squeezing her heart, she turns to Silvio. He lifts his head and in his eyes she sees all the words his mouth can’t form, all the storm clouds churning in his heart. At the same time they stumble towards each other. The kiss is messy and desperate, tinted with anger and sharp with longing. It’s Leyla who pulls away first, afraid she won’t be able to take a step towards her ship if she holds him a moment longer. “Good-bye.” He doesn’t answer. He can’t. He only watches as distance shrinks her figure, taking her away from him, with her kiss still lingering on his aching lips.

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[matenrou-fan]

Beel pamper his fem! s/o after a long day

The second part of @yarnnerdally 's request!! Hope you will enjoy it, honey…! <3

femreader, massage, oral (receiving);;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

Sometimes you wonder if Lord Diavolo's program with exchange students actually works and Devildom actually starts changing, getting closer to understanding humans..

Because you were absolutely drained after your work, when all your co-workers tell you it was absolutely a normal shift here. Well, maybe for some kind of succubus or just demons, yes, but definitely not for you.

As you get inside House of Lamentations, you almost immediately feel a luring, delicious smell coming from the kitchen. Yet it was pretty late, everyone was already finished with their dinner, weren't they..?

'It's probably Beel…' - this thought makes you smile a little, as the face of your boyfriend always cheers you up and you hurry up to meet your precious glutton.

And when you get inside the kitchen , feeling a light wave of goosebumps from such a warm temperature inside, you actually see him, standing near the stove with furrowed brows and a really concentrated face. Did he try to not just give up and eat everything?

"Honey, I'm home.." - your small giggle distracts him from cooking the dish and Beel turns to you with slightly widened eyes.

"Oh, s/o..! Welcome.." - such an adorable smile plays on his lips when he gets closer, embracing you in a tight hug as he always loves to do. And, as you always love to do, you nuzzle to his big chest, slowly melting in his warmth.

"No, stop it, Beel.." - you smile softly, pulling away. - "I'm too tired today, if you continue to hug me like that I will fall asleep right here in your arms.."

".. Was it so bad?" - his raised brows quickly drop, furrowing, as he looks down at you with a more worried expression.

"Well, I'm just not used to such intensive work, I think.." - with a small sigh you sit down, looking with interest at a bunch of pans and pots. - "Is this all for me?"

"Oh, of course..!" - Beel suddenly remembered about his cooking and laughed happily. - "Everything is almost ready, so hurry up and eat.. Or I will not be able to control myself.."

And despite your boyfriend actually worrying about you, making all these dishes for you to enjoy, there's no way you actually can fit so much food in your stomach. Oh, so of course he's ready to show not only his caring side of himself, but also lend a helping mouth…!

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"Mm.. I literally eat one tenth of all this things eat I'm so full.." - you yawn, laying in his bed in your comfy pajamas and watching as Beel changes his casual t-shirt to a more oversized one. In the orange light of the bedside lamp, the relief of his muscles was even more distinct, drawing all your attention..

"I'm happy you enjoy it.." - Yet then he turns to you and your eyes get back to his happy face.

Belphie fall asleep at couch in living room again, and when his twin tries to bring him back to room, he ask to not disturb him. Which means you both have a full night just with each other, and that's why your boyfriend was so excited - cause he absolutely adores sleepovers with you, treating you like some sort of teddy bear and fetters you in his arms till the morning.

But this time, when he sat on the edge of the bed, ready to just lay down and enjoy his private time with his dear girlfriend, he noticed as you scrunched up your face slightly when turning to him.

"S/o, are you alright?" - Beel can't help but always get a little bit too sensitive over you, worrying about every small detail. It even surprises you sometimes, how attentive he gets for someone who looks so simple.

"Nothing.. Just my back hurting so much after this goddamn shift.." - you mumble under your nose, rubbing your shoulder.

For a moment he gets silent, thinking about something, before looking again in your eyes with a slight blush:

"Maybe I can give you a massage then?"

oh. What an interesting offer you have here.. Just how can you say no, especially when your gaze keeps getting back to his body, admiring this large hand? You totally wouldn't mind to feel their strong grasp.

"Well, of course you can.." - with a playful smile you lay down on your stomach, embarrassing your poor boyfriend with such a devilish expression.

Cause he's actually meaning some light pleasant massage, wishing to help you relax, yet when you look at him like that and arch your back slightly, luring him to touch you, even in his pretty pure head start creeping some kind of dirty thoughts. Now a little bit shy, he leaned closer, thinking how to start.

At first, he just ran his hands over your body, once again surprised how petite you look compared to him. All touches are so gentle and careful, as Beel's really afraid to crush your bones under his arms.

"Tell me if it would be uncomfortable.." - he mumbled, tickling your waist with light strokes before squeezing your shoulders.

"Of course, dear.. But don't worry too much, I can take it.." - you can't help but chuckle, noticing that his fingers are actually trembling a little. Just how softie this big boy can be..

Slowly, Beel gets more bold, leading by your gasps and small commentaries where you like it better, now grabbing and rubbing your skin in much more rough way yet it's so pleasant. Soft murmur escaped your lip as another wave of tingles washes over your body, from shoulders where his hands were, and over all your muscles, making you melt more and more. You didn't even notice when your boyfriend leans so close to you, tickling smooth skin not only with his massage yet with his hot breath too. It was just so relaxing that you didn't notice, too carried away with a pleasing feeling, waking up only when he placed a soft yet long kiss on your neck.

Corners of your lips immediately lifted up as you thought how cute your adorable demon is, yet when after a few moments another kiss titillates your shoulder, and then another one.. With each time his kisses get more needy, and then with a small groan Beel pressed his lips to your neck again, making you whine from a sudden feel of his hot tongue.

"S/o.. I'm hungry.." - his casual phrase makes your stomach ache, cause you totally can hear the tone of another type of appetite here..

Wanted to turn over and face him, you quickly were stopped by heavy hands as he held you in place, relishing the sweet taste of your skin on his tongue. Getting lower and lower, Beel leaves a whole wet line of messy kisses on your back, before cupping your hips.

"I.. can i?" - his breath is already so shallow as his thumb plays with the waistband of your silk shorts, so impatiently yet he just can't go further without your permission.

But instead of answering you just lift your hips with a small mewl, glance over your shoulder at him with such eyes, such furrowed brows.. It was enough for your boyfriend to understand everything as he literally tore apart your pajamas along with your panties, quickly pressing his face between your thighs.

Beel always gets a little bit carried away whenever he gets a chance to eat you out, licking so passionately and savoring every small drop of your cum. Well, he's an avatar of Gluttony, after all, and your trembling clenching pussy always would be his most favorite dish.

And today it seemed he was even more wild, almost immediately starting with long licks, his hot tongue quickly wet your folds. As your boyfriend, he knew by his heart where all your sensitive spots are and now was abusing this information, wishing to get more delicious juices from you, along with these little sounds you start to make.

Arching your back, you bury your head into pillows, trying to muffle yourself yet it was so good, you can't help but start moving your hips forward his face to get even more friction. His chin was pressed to your throbbing clit, rubbing a small bundle of nerves every time his jaw started to move. And the way his hands grasp your thighs in such a greedy manner as Beel starts losing more and more of his self-control, just makes your pussy tingle more and your mind wondering about feeling such a firm grip on your waist when he would pound in your body with all his strength..

Such fantasies heat you even more and you moan, calling his name and asking for more, begging for speed up. Oh, and of course Beel, as a very obedient and generous boyfriend, will do anything you ask, pushing his tongue deeper inside you, rubbing your clenching walls at some rapid pace. This strong bulge in his pants was aching so bad as his head was filled with no less sinful thoughts than yours. Just how much he wants to feel this sticky burning pressure of your pussy around his dick, it's almost unbearable..

Deep groans from his throat vibrate on your folds, make you squeeze your thighs together, and you start feeling how your body is shaking even more, all heat concentrated in your hips. Every thrust of his tongue just pushes you closer and your last whimper increases, turning into a loud moan as this burn overflows your insides and you freeze, all tensed up. A delightful emptiness in your head and absolute chaos of pleasure in your cunt as you cum in Beel's mouth while his tongue keeps working, enjoying your bliss with you.

If not for his strong grip on your legs, you probably would just fall still on bed, yet your boyfriend holds you tightly, still pressing his face to your trembling folds. Only after you calm down completely, Beel slowly pulls away, looking at your wet throbbing pussy with even more deep hunger.

"S/o..? Are you alright?" - his voice is so husky now as he tries to catch his breath before carefully turning your powerless body and looking at your red sweaty face, such a pleased expression makes his dick twitch more.

"Mm.. I think I am.." - you mumble under your nose, touching his shoulders in a weak attempt to push him closer to you.

He immediately leaned closer, and you notice as lust darkened his violet eyes, the very desperate eyes of an absolutely charmed man.

"Then can we continue..?" - yet still his voice is so soft and even slight shyness can be noticed in undertones. With a small chuckle you nod and his hand quickly leaves your body just to take off his pants, finally letting his hard cock out.

Low groan burst out of Beel's chest from the contrast of cold air and his hot skin, and he grabbed your hips again, rubbing his glans against your folds and shivering from warm wetness. Your skin is so soft and your arms around his neck so gentle, he can't help but whimper, pressing his face on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry.. I don't think I can control myself anymore.."

"That's exactly what I want.." - Truly, your devilish whisper is worse than a siren's call, and there's no way Beel ever would be able to resist anything you say. Well, but he doesn't want to resist anyway, ready to satisfy your and his hunger for hours tonight..

[aquagirl1978]

And may I also request touches #2 with Mitsuhide? I love doting on that man so much!!

Thank you for this request - sorry it took me so long to get to 🥺

Blue Christmas - Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader (ikemen Sengoku)

A/N: Day 4 of my Twelve Days of Christmas. Also part of my New Year, New Celebration follower celebration.

Pairing: Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader

Prompt: running fingers through hair

Word Count: 562

Tags: fluff

It was a cold and blustery day in December as you strolled through the streets of Azuchi. Your hands were filled with bags brimming with gifts for all your friends, including an extra special one for Mitsuhide -- a small porcelain mouse. 

Christmas was one of your favorite holidays – the lights and the trees and the family dinner of fried chicken were just some of the things that made this holiday so special to you. You had thought this year would be bittersweet, as it was your first away from home, but it had been anything but so far. Christmas might not have come to Japan yet, but there was nothing stopping you from bringing the spirit of the holidays here.

 You had planned to sneak out that afternoon under the ruse of needing to go to the markets in search of new fabric – it was the perfect excuse to go shopping alone to get everyone’s gifts. 

And then you ran into Mitsuhide.

“Where’s this little mouse running off to this early?”

Close. So close to freedom. 

After you informed him that you were going to the market to pick up some new fabrics, you were shocked when he asked if he could join you. Of course you said yes – who would say no to their boyfriend – but now you were in the unenviable position of trying to evade the kitsune somewhere in the market as you purchased the presents.

As it turned out, Mitsuhide was meeting someone in the markets, so it was easy for you to shop in secret. After spending an inordinate amount of time perusing various shops to find the perfect gifts – down to Nobunaga’s favorite konpeito, sorry Hideyoshi – it was finally time to return home to the castle. 

One moment you were hurrying through the streets of the markets in Azuchi, and the next, you were lying flat on the ground. Cheeks warm with embarrassment, you sighed, your bags lying scattered on the ground around you. Your only saving grace was that no one you knew witnessed your fall.

Or so you thought.

Your stomach twisted in knots as you looked up into the crowd and spotted a familiar head of silver-white hair, suppressing a groan as he approached.

“Little mouse,” he said, offering you his hand in assistance. You slipped your hand in his; he easily pulled you up to a standing position. His eyes flickered over your figure, assessing any injuries. He reached out a hand, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered, his fingers grazing your still heated cheeks, his touch comforting. 

“You really do need to watch yourself,” he chided, his eyes fixed on a patch of ice on the ground. “It certainly would have been a blue Christmas if you had hurt yourself.” 

You turned to him, your eyes wide with awe. How did he know about Christmas? You hadn’t said a word about it as you were waiting until the 25th to surprise everyone. So who told him?

He gazed at you knowingly, his golden eyes twinkling like familiar Christmas lights. He huffed a small laugh, and as if he was reading your mind, he pulled you close to him in a warm embrace, his fingers running through your hair as he held your face close to his heart.

“Lucky for you, I was here to help.”

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[lorei-writes]

Why do they get up in the morning? 

For Esther :3 💕

For a long time, there was no point to it -- children do not think in those categories. The purpose of living was to experience and explore.

Then she got ill. The point evaded her again; it was just the rocking motion of slumberous waves, pulling her in and out of sleep. For whatever reason, her body protested against drowning into it. It wasn't ready to never wake up again.

After that, it was to avoid worrying people. To prove herself. To be at least a little useful.

... And then Viva decided to execute her revenge. From that point on, Esther woke up to save her, regardless of how exhausting that was. And when all was said and done, when Viva went back to their village? It was to bring her sister back. Esther couldn't bear the thought of anybody sacrificing any more of themselves for her sake. She had to help the situation, even if it meant she had to study herself half to death.

After that? To live. To work, to return some of the care she'd been given... or, perhaps, once again it was to experience and explore. Adulthood might have duller her hunger to some extent, but there's that particular sort of starving you experience after being held back by your body for years.

Ask game

[scummy-writes]

Ikemen Prince Envelopes

I have a problem, and apparently it is trying to make the envelopes from these games!

No one asked for this, as per usual this was born out of my want of pritning out my fave letters from the games and keeping them around. I thought for the upcoming holiday, this would be fun to have :) There are envelopes for all 13 charas!

So there are two sets of envelopes this time, with a color taken from the Ikemen Prince japanese website for the emblem along with just a black version. Two different styles as well! One being a box flap that I enjoyed a lot, and another being one as close to the game's envelope style as I could manage! In general, and honesty, these would not exist without @fairy-marshmallow. She helped me find a pattern that was super close to the in-game one!

You can download these here.

Please keep in mind that there may be minor mistakes! More details are below the cut (as well as links to my previous ikevamp ones).

Alright! So this one will be a bit different than the other envelopes, as they're a different style. If we look closely at the in-game ones, we can see they don't have the side flaps visible, so that means they're hidden by an enlongated bottom flap. So when you print them out, you're gonna fold is like this before gluing the bottom flap down.

I recommend using cardstock for these, but that's primarily a personal preference since cardstock does not crumple as easy (but can cause issues folding if you're not careful).

You could use a wax seal on these, but it may cover the emblem a bit when you do.

The top flap is not as big as the in-game one, and, well, that's because it wouldn't fit all on one page without making the envelope itself Very Small. So I had to sacrifice some length to get this to work.

I will admit that I spent a year on and off making these, and there is a minor mistake of the bottom flap maybe being a bit too long.... it may just need to be shaved down a little. Sorry for not fixing it, but I went apeshit trying to get it long enough :') Its just by a few hairs.

Gilbert, Silvio, and Keith have envelopes with this- and I understand that this is clearly a Rhodolite themed envelope. However, they Do stay in the rose palace there so,,, we can pretend they just use what is available and stamp on their emblem when needed (or use a wax seal of it but yaknow,,,,)

If I'm able to ever get a clear image of the Rhodolite crest, as well as the Obsidian, Jade, and Benitoite(?) crest, I'd love to try to make themed envelopes for that separately, but that would depend on how much folks enjoy these and...creativity limits....I know Obsidian would use an all black envelope but that would murder our printers.

I wanted to try and make Ikevil envelopes eventually but :') apparently those are all black, or a very dark grey. So do not count on me doing so. My printer wheezes already, that would end it.

I have a fun set of Ikevamp envelopes here, as well as a version of the envelopes they hold in their 2nd bday gacha card series here. They don't include spoiler characters as these were made years ago.

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[7000f1]

YOURE TOO SWEET YOU REVLOGG3D THAT THREE TIMWKS I- 🥹

I'm going to be honest with you but I tend to spam reblog a lot and I don't remember which post it was 😂😂😂😂

Was it the plushie one? My memory is so bad omg, anyway you deserve it beautiful 💜

[nuttytani]

A little bit of rain, a little bit of sunshine

fandom: ikemen vampire

pairing: comte x gender neutral reader

“Oh dear, it has begun to rain,” said Comte as he felt a drop or two of rain fall onto his cheek. This would surely turn into a heavy downpour from how the sky appeared. How disappointing, he was sure that today would be a sunny day, perfect for an outing. 

He turned around to look at you, to see drops of rain had splashed on your eyelashes, and you tried to blink them away. It was an endearing sight for him, truly. Though he wished to keep admiring your profile from the side, it would be better to pack up and head back to his villa. Their villa, he inwardly corrected himself. 

“Perhaps we should head back,” he said. 

“Yes, but we couldn’t even begin our picnic,” you sighed while clearly looking disappointed.

“That’s alright, we can still have it inside, mon amour,” Comte replied as he started to gather their things and placed them back into the woven basket. 

“Then it wouldn’t be a picnic,” you said. Indeed, it wouldn’t, but they could still have a faux picnic in the garden of their villa, under some shade.

Comte smiled, a certain type of mischief danced in his warm topaz eyes. “Would you rather get drenched in rain?” He wouldn’t mind enjoying getting wet, especially with you. 

Without responding, you folded the picnic blanket, and dropped it into the basket, as you slid your hand into his. “Well then, my dear, shall we go?" 

“A pity, I was hoping you’d like to play.” He pulled your hand to his lips and gave it a peck. 

“Next time. We have yet to cook dinner, and I would hate to starve!”

a/n: a short silly thing for no reason.

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