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h2bakugou · 3 years

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hello! May I please have a Dabi x fem reader in the lov who likes to draw? I think she finds his scars and stuff to be a work of art in itself and is like (oh heck I gotta sketch this). He glances at what she’s drawing and she gets all flustered! Maybe he even takes his shirt off at one point which can lead to some other things~ (I like smut but if you think fluff fits the prompt better that’s alright with me!) Thank you and I love your writing!

a/n: hii! of course love! this is super sweet omg i love dabi, i feel like i dont capture his character very well but imma try like hell😩😩this is probably ooc for him but it’s sappy and i love it

summary: dabi’s hard to read, but that doesn’t stop you from sketching him. you find beauty in his flaws, entranced by his scars, so much so that dabi can’t help but be interested in you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, sappy romance bc i love this man, some spicy themes, one mention of a slight(possible? idrk what counts) manga spoiler (e.g. dabi’s past/history) (manga spoilers in tags!!)

wordcount: 2k

;cut due to suggestive themes;

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It’s never been a really big secret that you liked drawing. But when it comes to working for the league, specifically, the League of Villains, your line of work doesn’t allow for very much downtime unless you’re in the midst of planning some sort of attack or rebellion.

Whether or not the league keeps hopping from rendezvous spot to rendezvous spot isn’t up to you, but you never fail to get a little used to the eerily calming silence that falls upon the league during the first twenty-four hours of the new four walls that seem to keep you safe for the time being.

With a barely sharpened pencil in your hand, a small drawing pad in the other, you’re staring at Dabi as you sketch him.

It started as a bit of a joke, maybe just teasing him since he liked to tease you about being into him since you were the only one he was really super close, if you could call being the first one he spoke to every time he saw you or the one you sought out to be paired up with during missions, ‘super close.’

But now, it was something you enjoyed.

Dabi was one among the very interesting members of the league. Something about his scars just seemed to entrance you. Pulling you in further and further down a rabbit hole of questions that you had but never let leave past your lips.

It felt wrong to ask, not that it was a bad thing to be curious, but because Dabi was just so mysterious. No one knew anything about him, or about who he was, his past, even his real name was a mystery.

It felt wrong to disturb the unnerving peace that was Dabi. The resting expression on his features balancing on a thin cable between anger and poor personal resilience.

Dabi’s scars were the highlight of your sketches, always standing out. What the others may have thought to be ugly, or unattractive, you thought were beautiful, and emotional.

There was a story behind them, one you wanted to know, one you wanted to uncover and read, page by page, line by line, and word for word, discovering just how truly deep Dabi’s past was. But only Dabi could show you that, only Dabi could open that book for you. And you were willing to wait. You’d wait an eternity if you had too.

His rough raven hair is messy and strewn about as you scribble down his facial features, the groggy lighting making it just a tad difficult to see as you lead the pencil over the warm white paper littered with graphite covered fingerprints.

His arms are positioned on a counter, the art work resembling how he was sitting sloped against the kitchen table, elbows pressed against the dark mahogany wood, hands resting by his mouth as his cerulean eyes peer off at the cracked cement wall in front of him, occasionally glancing back at you.

The other members of the league were scattered about but it didn’t bother you. Toga asked you a couple of questions, wondering what you were doing, if you were excited about the new plans and such.

You replied quietly as to not disturb the peace.

But soon some of the members left, going off to go eat or find something to do. And soon you were among the few left behind, along with Dabi, Shigaraki and Mr. Compress.

Having almost finally finished your current sketch, you were stopped by a pair of hands picking up your drawing pad. Rough and calloused fingers drew your pad away and your attention away.

“Hey I’m not finished.” You glanced up at Dabi. Dabi just admired the talent poured into the sketch. Dabi couldn’t wrap his head around why you drew him so often, but he didn’t mind. It was kind of touching in a way.

“Is that really what I look like?” Dabi joked, handing you back your sketch pad.

“You have looked in a mirror once before, right?” You titled your head to the side, adding a bit more detail to his scars as you began to draw again.

“A few times. But I’d rather look at you, doll.” Dabi’s hands reached down again, this time pulling at your hands. Leading you out of the room where the other two members sat, finding a way to entertain themselves, Dabi lead you up some stairs in questionable condition.

Picking a random room, he sat down on the rickety bed and waited for you to sit down.

“Why’s that?” You tease, returning to drawing, looking up at him every few seconds to reference. And to admire him.

“You’re easy on the eyes, beautiful and-”

“Are you saying you’re not beautiful, Dabi?” You stopped him, not pausing to look at him.

“I’m not beautiful, I’m gorgeous.” Dabi chuckled, shaking his head jokingly as he laid back against the bed, his head dangling off the opposite end.

“You are.” You confirm. Finally finishing up your sketch. You get up and walk over to him, handing him the finished sketch.

“You add so much detail to my scars. They’re just scars.” The tips of Dabi’s ears flush as heat floods to his face. He’s flustered but he won’t admit it. He can’t understand why you think he’s so beautiful.

You don’t speak. For the first time, you’re speechless. You sit down beside Dabi, and now that he’s sitting up, he faces you.

You reach your hands out and gently lift one of his arms, holding one of his hands in your own. You run your fingers across the scarred flesh, gently caressing his skin.

His hands are cold compared to your warm fingers. He’s getting chills all down his spine as you touch him. It’s not meant to be anything out of the ordinary, but he’s still shocked that he’s letting you touch him.

“Your scars are beautiful. I’m sure there’s a story, something about them that might make you hate them, but I love them, and I think they make you that much more beautiful. You are a masterpiece, every scar a carefully calculated brushstroke on a beautiful canvas.” Your words finally come out, overflowing with love. You can’t sit quietly anymore.

“Dabi you are beautiful.” Your eyes lock with his, and you can tell he’s unsure of what to do.

Dabi no longer felt he had the ability to cry, but if he’d let himself, he would’ve done it in that moment. Being so open and vulnerable around you just happened. It came too easily, and he hated it, but he loved you.

Pulling his arm away form your warm touch, he tossed his jacket off and to the side before tearing his shirt away from his body, allowing you to see his chest, and more of his scar covered skin.

Sitting quietly with a faint blush on your cheeks, you couldn’t look away. trying to avoid staring directly at his toned chest and his nipples, you raised your hand and allowed your fingers to sink down across his sternum.

Soon your fingers were met with his abs, which the heat on your face noticed far too well.

“Say it again.” Dabi mumbled. You lifted your head to look into his eyes again, your hand still resting against his chest.

“You are beautiful-” The moment the words left your lips, Dabi’s own lips were pressed against yours. Kissing you roughly, more than he intended too, his hands mangled into yours, pushing your arms over your head.

His heart was pounding and it felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest onto yours. Pulling away for a few seconds, Dabi’s hair covered his eyes as he looked down, finding interest in the collar of your shirt.

“I want you.” Dabi’s words were simple, but they didn’t have to be complex. You knew what he meant, and you knew what he wanted. You wanted it too. A chance to see him in a different light, with deeper meaning.

A chance to connect with him, one on one.

“Then take me.” Your fingers intertwined with his, your arms still resting above your head. It didn’t take long for his lips to magnetize back to yours, sticking to them like glue.

When Dabi thought about sex, he didn’t come anywhere close to making love. There wasn’t that sort of option when it came to him. He didn’t think he was at all capable of love, let alone a relationship that was going to have any sort of emotional connection strong enough to make him feel stable.

But you, you were so vastly different from anyone he’d ever fucked. So different from an excuse to get his dick wet, to get his mind off of league business or heaven forbid, his past.

But you, you were what he needed, what he wanted. It was far from therapy, but it’d work. Having you around was like a drug, addicting, and he’d be going through withdrawals if he couldn’t have you.

Feeling you, touching you, fucking you, kissing you, it was fuel to his fire. He was damaged goods, broken and shattered, impossible to put together, but you were doing your best, working on the smallest parts, exercising precautions, and opening your heart to him.

Hearing his name in the form of your moans as he rutted into you, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips drove him wild, much like the way your hands tangled into his hair, forcing his head into your chest where he kissed and sucked on your skin, leaving marks.

Your moans and his own grunts of pleasure were spewing from the locked room. Dabi didn’t care if the others heard, he was enjoying the moment.

Every part of it. Every part of you, every part of your body, your words, your love. And before he knew, Dabi was at his highest, his face flush against your naked chest, breathing heavily as he inhaled your scent.

Still inside you, he didn’t move, allowing the two of you to catch your breath. It was in this moment, if Dabi allowed himself to cry, he would’ve cried a second time. He was so infatuated with you, so attached.

“I love you.” Your words scared him, causing his cerulean eyes to peak at you through locks of his noir hair.

“That’s stupid.” Dabi kissed your sternum, kissing up your chest, stopping at your neck to leave a little mark, only to meet at your lips in the end.

“How?” You ask softly, your hands massaging his scalp as his lips hover over yours.

“I can’t explain it, it just is.” Dabi frowned, trying to understand what your eyes were saying as they clouded with emotion.

“Love is complex, and I think that maybe you’ve never really had good experiences with it. If you’d let me, I could show you just how beautiful it can be.” You offer, a small smile on your lips.

“If you feel the need-”

“I do. I love you, and I want you to know love.” You kissed his forehead. Dabi eventually pulled out, not minding the mess, he’d clean up later.

“I want you to know why I love you.” You whispered, hugging him closer to you.

“Why I love your scars, your hands, your strength, the rasp in your voice, all of it. I love.” Dabi’s arms are strung over your waist as he lays, face nuzzled in your neck. It’s a bit of a stretch for him, and he feels out of place, but it’s oddly comfortable.

The next couple of times you draw Dabi, you ask to see him shirtless again. And with every new sketch, there’s something new to be learned, for Dabi. He’s learning about love, and loving you.

He finds that you still draw him incredibly cute, and though he won’t admit it, he loves when you draw him. He’ll pose for you if you ever ask, and you always tease him a little about how it was like he was born to be a model.

It’s a long road ahead of you, but it’s one you’re willing to take, to show Dabi just how important love is.

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#dabi #dabi x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #touya #touya x reader

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officiallyashley · 3 years

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𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 (. 𝐣𝐣𝐛𝐚 .)

Title: late night studying

Genre: idrk what to officially classify this as, but i’ll just say… domestic?? (plz don’t judge me 😭)

Warnings: no warnings!

Paring: jotaro kujo x ashley ashton-kujo

Summary: jotaro is studying and doing some school work late at night when one of his and ash’s young daughters pays him a visit.

Extra Note(s): this was super fun to write! this oneshot was an older one that i made, but it was still really enjoyable to write! i’m a sucker for domestic fanfics 😊 also, sorry if this is shorter than usual.

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THE ONLY LIGHT THAT ILLUMINATED THE LIVING ROOM WAS THE LIGHT OF THE TV. Little three year old Jocelyn shifted against her mother, who had fallen asleep during the movie. That night Ashley and her daughter Jocelyn had decided to have some mother-daughter bonding time. They had decided to watch a magical girl anime series that Jocelyn was marvelling over while Jotaro was working on his school work for his study of marine biology. Jocelyn’s twin sister Josephina had slept over at her grandma Holy's house that night, while Ashley and Jotaro’s youngest child, a 1 year old daughter named Joy, was fast asleep in her crib. Jolyne was also fast asleep in her room.

Ash and Jocelyn had been covered up in two fuzzy and heavy blankets, cuddling together during the majority of the magical girl anime. Heat overcame Jocelyn as she threw the fuzzy blanket off of her. Ashley, her mother, stirred in her sleep.

“Jocelyn…” Ashley mumbled sleepily, barely opening her dark violet orbs, “what are you doing…?” Ash yawned softly, covering herself up in the blanket.

“I can’t sleep, momma.” The three year old stated, “It’s too hot. Is dada awake?” Jocelyn asked.

Ash yawned once again. “I… maybe…” Ash trailed off as she laid her head on the navy colored pillow beside her. She stretched her legs across the couch, laying on her side.

Jocelyn turned away, leaving her mother to sleep in the living room with the tv on. Jocelyn left the living room in search of her father, Jotaro. The little ravenette peered into the master bedroom, but she didn’t see her dad. She even looked in her shared bedroom with her twin sister Josephina, her younger sister Jolyne’s bedroom, and her 1 year old sister Joy’s nursery, but Jotaro was nowhere to be found. Walking across the hall, Jocelyn then peered into her father’s work room.

She saw Jotaro sitting at his desk, writing notes on a sheet of paper as he read one of the books he was assigned to read. The only light that was present in the room was the lamp light that illuminated a yellow shine around Jotaro and his work.

Jocelyn entered the room quietly. Even though Jotaro didn’t look up from his work, he could tell that his small little girl was soundlessly making her way to his side. The raven haired male set down his pen after writing down one last sentence, only to turn his head towards his little girl.

“Why are you still up, Jocelyn?” Jotaro huffed as he rubbed his ocean blue eyes. His blue orbs were heavy with sleeplessness, and his wrist was cramping from how much writing he had been doing.

Jocelyn averted her eyes from her father. “I… I can’t sleep.” The little girl said smally.

“I thought you were in the living room with your mom?”

“The blankies got too hot.” Jocelyn responded. She then outstretched her arms towards her father, wanting him to pick her up. “Up! Up!”

“Yare yare.” Jotaro sighed as he lifted his daughter into his lap. Jocelyn laid her ravenette head onto Jotaro’s chest. Jocelyn had a content smile on her face as she wrapped her legs around his waist, with her arms secure around his neck.

“I love you, daddy…” Jocelyn mumbled tiredly as she yawned. The little girl relaxed her body and let her mind go blank as her breathing steadied to the beating of her father’s heart.

Even though Jotaro didn’t show it, he felt the love his little girl had for him warm his heart. Jotaro leaned back in his chair as he tilted his hat to where it masked his eyes. The ravenette male smiled softly at his daughter, who was fast asleep against his chest.

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Ash suddenly awoken by a loud noise on the tv show she had fallen asleep to. The brunette woman sat up, pushing the thick blanket off of her ivory body. She observed her living room, seeing as her older daughter Jocelyn was nowhere to be found. The brunette rubbed her silvery eyes as she stood up from the couch. She looked at the clock that was on the hallway wall. 6:00 am, it read.

Ashley sighed. She walked into Jotaro’s office, expecting to have to tell him to go to sleep. Instead, the brunette woman saw her husband and their daughter fast asleep in Jotaro’s arms.

Ash went over to her lover and their daughter, kissing Jocelyn on the forehead and kissing Jotaro on the temple. She smiled contently at the heartwarming sight.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 © 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭. 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮. 𝗶 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀, 𝗲𝘁𝗰. 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹.

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roseyserpents · 5 years

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Touched Hearts

Day Three

Summary: by the time you were seventeen almost all of your friends had found their soulmate except you. Losing hope, your friend convinces you to give it three more days to try and find them

Warnings: unwanted touching (idrk how to describe it) self doubt

Word count: 1,574

A/N: the third and final part of Touched Hearts! Thank you all for the support and I hope you enjoy!

"You should spend more time with Sweet Pea." Cheryl says after you'd walked towards her and Toni in the student lounge, plopping down on the chair next to them.

"You guys are still aren't over this, huh?" You sigh, knowing you should tell them you were basically ghosting the raven haired Serpent.

"There's no one else that makes sense." Toni says. "You two have the same shape."

"It's not like a heart is a super uncommon mark." You say as an excuse.

"Y/n." Toni says, dragging out the last letter. "You wanted us to help, but you're not listening to us."

"I didn't want you guys to help." You say. "Anyway, maybe I'll find my soulmate at the party tonight." You refer to Cheryl's party, her quirking a brow and moving hair out of her face.

"Fine. If you're not going to accept it's Sweet Pea - which it is, we're going to find some random guy for you to atleast temporarily date until you get your head screwed on right." Toni says. You ignore the mentions of Sweet Pea and nod with a smile that said you were thankful she wasn't pushing the Sweet Pea theory. You also ignore the emotions that ran through you including the flutter in your heart whenever she said his name, desperately trying to convince the universe your soulmate wasn't the person you hated the most.

"Hey Y/n." Sweet Pea says, sliding into the seat next to you as you opening your spiral for chemistry.

"Sweet Pea." You respond without glancing up. You feel his demeanor change at the indifference in your voice.

"So I was thinking-" he starts before you cut him off, dropping your pencil and looking up.

"Look I just want to pretend nothing happened, okay? Nothing between us is different. We're not friends, hardly acquaintances. The only connection we have is the Serpents."

You see hurt in his eyes as his once relaxed expression turns hard and harsh. You excuse yourself to the bathroom, leaving Sweet Pea confused and angry and everything in between, having no understanding as to your sudden outburst. A few people whisper around him but a harsh glare turns them quiet as he tries to understand where he could've gone wrong in his approach.

You arrived at the party with Betty and Toni after getting ready at Betty's house, your makeup and outfit picked out by the two girls. Cheryl's party was already packed by the time you got there, the walls vibrating with the sound of the music blasting from inside.

"Ready to find your soulmate?" Betty asks, nudging your shoulder with a grin.

"Not you too." You sigh, shaking your head and walk towards the open front door. It was ten thirty seven, leaving one hour and twenty three minutes until the end of the third day, the end of your hope on the other person holding the heart identical to yours.

You spent the first hour of the party trying to loosen up by having a few drinks and heading to the dance floor, for once relaxed for the first time in a few days. A boy with dirty blond hair you recognized as one of the basketball players approached you and tried to dance with you, holding a harsh grip on your hips and his lips ghosting over your neck. You try to work your way out of his grip but ultimately fail, ending with your hands pushing against his chest.

"What's wrong baby?" He asks in a low voice, a smirk on his face as he looked down at you. If you weren't on two cans of beer you probably would've been able to get away and landed a punch that wiped that look off his face, but you didn't have enough control of your arms to do any of that.

"I'm not your baby." You say, still struggling in his arms while looking around for someone you know to help you.

"But you can be." He says, leaning down again and trying to press a kiss to your lips, but you stop him with your hand. "Playing hard to get, huh?" He asks, his grip on you getting harder causing a small whimper to come from you as you feel bruises form under his fingertips.

"Get off of me." You say, pushing hard on him.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because if you don't this is gonna get real ugly." Sweet Pea says, approaching the scene from behind you. The boy lets go of you leading to Sweet Pea pushing you behind him and taking your place in the face of the basketball player.

"This doesn't concern you." The blond says, pushing his chest against Sweet Peas.

"I think it does." He hisses before pulling back his fist and punching the boy in the side of his face sending him stumbling back into the gathering crowd that was watching the encounter. "Show's over!" Sweet Pea yells, causing the drunk teenagers to scramble away and back to their previous activities.

"Thanks." You mumble, rubbing your arm and looking at your feet.

"Don't mention it." He replies. "I think we need to talk, though."

You reluctantly nod and follow him through the crowd until your in a quiet corner in the dining room, moonlight streaming in through the windows covered in vines. It's silent for a moment between you two as Pea tries to put together what he wants to say, awkwardly leaning against the table. You glanced at a clock on the wall and see its hands pointing at eleven fifty six. Four minutes.

"Toni asked me a few things today." Sweet pea starts, your attention turning back to him signalling him to continue even though you knew what he was going to say. "Like how much time we've been spending together and my shape and things like that."

"Yeah she's been asking me that too." You say in an unconvincing tone.

"You know, last night I felt something I've never felt before. I don't really know what it was, but I know I didn't want it to stop. It was like-"

"Everything was okay." You finish the sentence.

"Yeah. But when you left, that was gone. And I don't think that I understood why until this morning. And when I tried to talk to you and you just shut me out and made me think you still hated me, that hurt more than I know it should have if we were just friends."

You'd pressed your lips into a line when he went quiet, closing your eyes when his hand bumped into yours before gently taking it in his own. He's your friend. He's your friend, not your soulmate. You didn't want to believe it. You know you're not the right person for anyone, no matter what the universe says. You're too damaged for anyone to consider you good.

"I can't." You whisper, shaking your head and refusing to open your eyes. "Not with you."

"Why?" He asks gently, his free hand moving hair away from your face. You had to hold yours back from reaching out for him, the urge seeming unbearable.

"You don't... You don't want me. You can find somebody else, someone who's better."

"Y/n, if this is what we both think it is, we are literally made for each other." He says.

"How do you know that? How do you know if your mark has changed?" You question.

"Let's check then."

You both let go of each other, a small feeling of disappointment filling the space left where his hand was. You lift your shirt and look down, still seeing a black outline of a heart.

"See?" You say in a small voice. You look up and see the same exact shape on Sweet Peas upper chest still with no colour. He doesn't say anything, only reaches out for your hand which you reluctantly give to him. He pulls your hand up to his chest, your index finger gently pressed against the heart. You feel his heartbeat beneath your fingers as you watch the heart fill in with a pinkish red colour, your heart fluttering at the sight of it. Sweet Peas free hand goes down to your waist where your symbol was, the same colour appearing as his hand goes over it. You can't resist the gentle smile that spreads across your face, looking up and seeing an even wider one on his own. It feels as if a piece of you that was missing was now there, making you feel complete with him. His free hand reaches up and cups your cheek, holding your gaze for a few beats, your eyes filled with admiration and amazement with slight fear, before he brings his face to yours. The feeling you'd both explained moments before where everything felt okay and right seems more extreme now that your lips were against his, warmth spreading through you from head to toe. You melt into his touch, hearing the clock ring out twelve beats telling you day three was up. You encased the moment in your memories, Sweet Peas touch, the newly coloured hearts on your bodies that both of you still had a hand on, the moonlight bathing the moment, and your soulmate holding you against him on the first day of your new chapter in a life with the person who held the other half to your heart.

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