#(but it does make the few sunny days all the better in the winter so . pros and cons ig sdjdkdl)

[dandyshucks]

i was disappointed for approximately 0.4 seconds when I looked out the window and saw it's very gray outside today, and then I thought about how it's often gray and rainy in Po T.own and immediately felt :] about it instead

#the difference it makes having positive associations with something dbdjdls #i still dont do very well w gloomy weather but at least i dont feel so bleghhh about it now #i wish i was one of those ppl who could rly enjoy gloomy weather but dhdkdl #if the sun is not out then i am sluggish all day which... is terrible when u already have fatigue all the time LMAO #(which is not a good thing when u live up north DBFHDKL the winters are often long and dark 😭) #(but it does make the few sunny days all the better in the winter so . pros and cons ig sdjdkdl) #dandy.cmd

[jsprnt]

a date at the local spring fair seems to bloom your situationship into a relationship

trent alexander-arnold x reader

A/N: based on this request! Also been dyinggg to go to my local fair, so I immediately came up with this idea!! 🫶🫶 (does this photo of trent not make you weak in the knees?? 😭)

W/C: 1.804

your eyes dart to your phone screen again, reading the last text message your date sent you. he said he’d be there in a minute, so you shove your phone back into your jacket.

the fair isn’t very busy today, most likely due to it being a weekday. the weather had started picking up these past few days. gloomy, rainy winter days replaced with sunny, warm spring days.

you’d missed seeing the blue sky and the pretty, colorful flowers in the park. you had noticed most people were much happier and of course, just like the little lambs being born, symbolizing a new life- your own life seemed to also flicker to another chapter.

you and trent have known each other for a couple of months now. first meeting through a mutual friend at a small, intimate party on a rainy november night. you hadn’t thought much of it at first. of course- he was handsome, and that wasn’t something you could look away from.

you knew who he was, as a football player for one of the world’s best clubs- you’d assumed he would be too busy interacting with other people to notice you.

obviously, you also were too busy speaking to the people you did know. until- one of your mutual friends had introduced him to you.

unbeknownst to you, he’d been eyeing you across the room since he’d caught sight of the pretty smile you’d flash your friend when they said something funny. at first glance, he had almost choked on his unnecessarily expensive tequila, it burning horribly in the back of his throat.

he barely recovered from the shock before one of his best mates had dragged him across the venue, insisting he’d talk to you. only, because he thought ‘you two would be a great couple’.

you were caught off guard at first, but the looks your friends were sending you- had given you enough courage to speak to him without being flustered.

you two only hung out more after that night, accepting frequent invites to his games, and random visits to each other’s place, which only increased when trent got injured.

you look up at the shout of your name, turning around to see trent walk up to you. he’s dressed nicely as usual, comfy enough for all the rides and games you’d planned to play.

“hi!” you beam, greeted by his pearly white smile. his lips turned up when he makes eye contact with you.

“hey, you alright?” he asks, his scouser accent familiar as he gives you a warm hug. you bury your face in the crook of his neck for a moment, smelling his signature cologne.

“I’m fine, how ‘bout you and your knee?” you question, knowing that he didn’t have to wear a brace anymore.

“better, I can walk properly- at least..” he replies, the both of you starting to walk past the various games and food trucks.

it doesn’t take long before you’re both immersed into the money-grabbing games available. from popping balloons with darts to a donut-eating contest. which you won, that left you with powdered sugar all over the corners of your mouth. prompting trent to gently wipe the sugary product off with his thumb and a raised heartbeat he had difficulty controlling.

“let’s try that roller coaster over there..” you suggest, pointing up to the least intimidating one.

“you don’t want to go in the one that goes upside down?” he asks, pressing the bunny plushie you had won into his chest. you hold back a chuckle at the sight, shaking your head.

“nope, don’t trust going upside down on a rollercoaster that’s practically been pulled out of a suitcase..” you state, lining up with him so you can get on the attraction.

he chuckles at your explanation, glancing at your impatient expression. thankfully, it’s your turn after a few minutes. you both strap in safely, making sure the bars are as tight as possible against your chest and stomach.

“aren’t you scared?” he asks, looking at your giddy expression. you shake your head almost immediately, making sure your pockets are zipped so your phone won’t fall out.

soon, the cart you’re in slowly starts rolling up. your breath hitches in excitement, wind starting to blow into your faces. you glance at trent, who’s sporting a less excited expression, so you shout in excitement when the cart drops and goes up multiple times. hoping your happiness will be infectious and cheer him up.

it works! the couple of looks you sneak, tell you he was pretty satisfied, cheering and shouting along with you.

you take a deep breath when the cart stops. the both of you slightly dizzy when you step out.

“you liked that one?” you ask, fixing your jacket as you both start walking away, walking past other attractions.

“i did! i was nervous for a moment, won’t lie..” he replies, scouser accent thick and laced with excitement.

“good, I’m glad you liked it- oh look!” you suddenly exclaim. pointing to the haunted house, fake skeletons, and more ‘scary’ props used to decorate the entrance.

“you want to go inside?” trent asks, raising a brow at you. he wasn’t aware that you were such an adrenaline junkie, or were you?

“yes, let’s go!” you urge, paying the entrance fee, and stepping inside. the bunny plushie now pressed into your side as you both start walking into the dark maze.

“i can’t see anything..” you murmur, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. your arm grazes trent’s, which in turn makes your breath hitch. your temperature rises, despite the coldness of the room you’re in.

“me neither..” you hear trent mutter, he glances at you in the dark. your arms touching each other every now and then. the numerous fake spiderwebs and bone-chilling moving skulls making you freeze up often.

entering another room, you’re immediately greeted by a zombie. the special effects props and makeup, too good not to jump and scream.

“shit!” you exclaim, back pressing against trent’s chest when you take a step back.

“what the fuck!” you hear the scouser shout against your ear. it hurts for a moment, but you’re too focused on the zombie trying to get close to you to care about it.

you feel strong hands grab at your jacket. instinctively you know it’s trent, so you keep scuffling forward. trying your best to ignore the groaning and gurgling sounds coming from the too-talented actor.

walking through the empty hall, you look at him, his grip on your jacket loosening.

“you’re such a coward..” you accuse, laughing when remembering how he shouted in fear.

“you’re the one who yelled first..” he retorts, and you can make out a smirk on his face.

“here, take my hand.” he offers, holding his hand out. which you can only see because of the green lights strung along the dusty hallway.

your heart skips a beat or two, stopping you in your tracks. you feel your face heat up, and you’re glad he can’t fully make out your dumbfounded expression in the dark. you quickly shove away that lovesick feeling, trying to compose yourself.

“that’s a really weird way to propose, but okay..” you tease, your fingers intertwining with trent’s. knowing you’d probably made him more dazzled than he made you flustered.

“wait, no- i meant-" he stutters, mind going totally foggy as he forgets how to form a proper sentence in his state. you hold back a smile, knowing his brain was probably running kilometers an hour.

“wait, did you say you’d marry me?” he suddenly questions, face contouring into confusion and a dumbstruck expression.

“uh, no?” you feign your upmost innocence, thumb grazing his knuckles. a sweet, comforting touch, but it only makes the short circuit in his brain worse.

you smirk to yourself, carefully dragging him along. mindful of his injury as your hearts beat in unison, like electric sparks flying off the pads of your fingers.

the hold on each other’s hands only gets tighter, until the last jumpscare. this time, your entire front is pressed against his back, it scaring you a bit too much. you thought the cackling clown was the end of the attraction.

you catch your breath when you finally step outside, trent’s hand on your back. soothing rubs helping you calm down faster.

“why- why would they think using a knife prop was a good idea?” you pant, questioning if the ten-pound entrance fee was worth it.

trent squeezes into your hand, reassuring you with his touch. “you’re good, it’s all fake- remember?” he rationalizes your thoughts, slowly pulling you away to the food trucks.

he sits you down on a small wooden bench and table, eyes roaming on your face to check up on you.

“are you alright?” he asks, face inching closer to yours. his breath hitting your lips.

“I’m fine, really..” you reassure, squeezing into the plushy for comfort.

“let’s have something to eat, then we’ll get on the ferris wheel. is that okay?” he asks, voice patient and sweet. the kindness in his expression and words cheers you up a bit. so, you smile, nodding in agreement.

“i’ve heard that they have really nice tacos. want to try?” he suggests, glancing up at the food truck in question.

“sure, let’s try them.” you answer, he nods walking away to order and collect your food. he comes back fairly quickly, placing the delicious and warm tacos on the table. not to forget, the extra cups of guacamole, lime and sour cream.

“eat up before they get cold..” he says, the both of you digging into your food and drink of choice. a comfortable silence ensues, with soft hums and small comments made in delight.

“i love fair food..” you hum, taking the last few sips of your drink. trent nods in agreement, leaning over to wipe some of the sour cream off your lip.

you pause your movements at the action, eyes darting to his brown ones. his touch is delicate and careful, and he folds the napkin after pulling away.

“there, all clean..” he mutters, cleaning the table off and coming back from the recycling bin.

“do you want to go on the ferris wheel now? it’s getting dark, and the view will be nice..” he asks, unconsciously holding his hand out for you to hold.

you nod excitedly, clutching onto his warm hand as you both make your way to the ferris wheel. your bodies touching as you lean them against each other, waiting in line for the last attraction of the night.

it’s imminent that a sweet first kiss will be shared, right? a flicker to the next chapter of your life. the city lights witnessing a love blooming like a patch of yellow daffodils in spring.

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander x you #trent x reader #liverpoolfc #football fanfic #football imagines #football #footballer x reader #liverpool fanfic #liverpoolimagines #taa #alexander arnold #football blurb #football imagine

[dontxevenxask]

Feeling any better?

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Context: You were walking with Utahime passing Gojo and Geto who were playing basketball outside. You almost got hit by the ball that flew right past you. You fell though, and Geto took you inside to wait for the nurse. I don't wanna spoil the best part for you, so lets just say that he healed you up a bit!

Pairing: Geto x fem!reader (btw you're both abt 16)

TW: getting hurt, a mention of blood once, a bit of vulgar language? Kissing and sensual touching

Word count: abt 1,1k

Authors note: Soo, here we are again! I decided to write a bit something for the Geto girlies too (am one myself😘)!! I was STRUGGLING with writing this, since it wouldn't save what I wrote if I went out of the app for more than like two seconds?? But anyways, enjoy!!<33

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It was a sunny spring day outside as you and Utahime were walking around school and chatting. It was nice feeling the sun on your skin and the warmth it gave, expecially after the cold winter.

You and Utahime were talking about the summer time and what you both had planned for the vacation. You had glanced a few times at Gojo and Geto playing basketball before you stopped and just looked forward as you both still walked past them.

All of a sudden you heard a yell from Gojo "Hey watch out!!" As you turned your head quickly to see what was happening, you saw the ball flying towards you. You just and just were able to avoid it hitting your face, but you still fell backwards hitting your head on the hard ground.

"Y/n! Are you okay??" Utahime panicked after she saw you fall and getting hurt.

"Mhm, yeah I'm fi-" You managed to mumble before getting cut off by her as you sat up rubbing your head.

"Your head's bleeding!!" She said in a loud and worried tone as she looked at the back of your head that was a bit red from the blood.

"Juh? It's blee- ah!" You hissed as you touched the spot where the wound was on.

The two guys came running to see if you were okay and were now standing next to you with their tall figures blocking the sun.

"I'm so so sorry, y/n! It was an accident!" Geto apologised while leaning down to look at the back of your head that was bleeding a little.

Utahime comforted you for a bit, before turning around to look at the two boys before yelling at them.

"An accident?! How does the ball even fly to us in such a speed you idiots?? You should be more careful!" She shouted as her brows were narrowed and her finger pointing at them both blamingly.

The three of them were now yelling at each other as you were holding your head trying to make the bleeding stop as you then saw Geto glancing at you.

"Alright. Lets go now" he said as he tapped you on your back with his two fingers before he then helped you stand up. After that he picked you up biggy back style, as you blushed a bit feeling his waist with your legs and his muscular hands gripping on to your thighs. He then started walking towards the school building with Utahime and Gojo stopping their arguement and just watching what was going on.

The two of them just looking at you both mouths open with wide eyes. "...Now if I was hurt, would've you came to rescue me like that too?" Gojo asked Utahime as it resulted in him getting slapped in the back of his head by her before they started to yell at each other again.

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You two arrived infront of the nurses office with Geto knocking on the door as you two waited in silence.

"I think she's having lunch right now.." He said to you as he then sat you on the couch carefully, he was treating you so gently.

"Oh, right," You responded to him as neither of you were looking at each other for what ever reason.

He then glanced at your legs before kneeling down to see your face better.

"Do your knees hurt? They're a bit red," Geto asked looking in your eyes as you Said nothing in responce. You were too nervous from him being so close to you talking to you like that.

He then kissed your other knee before deciding to take it up a notch with you.

He all of a sudden took your leg and straightened it and putting it over his leg with his hands gripping under your knees gently before he kissed it. You blushed even more making his lips curl a bit before leaning a little lower almost seeing something he wasn't supposed to see, but you were quick to put your hands between your legs and over your the hem of your skirt while still looking to the side.

You then felt the other one of his hands on your shoulder as the other was leaning against the wall behind you. Him giving you a few kisses on the wound that had stopped bleeding a while ago from now.

It still hurt a bit so you had to get him to kiss somethings else. So you turned your head around and kissed his lips.

They were so soft and he thought the same of yours. He then put the hand that was leaning against the wall to the back of your head, still kissing your lips.

"Hey you guys left dramatically!" You both pulled away leaving you to look at the ground and Geto to look towards the other way from Gojo and Utahime, who were walking towards you both.

"Yeah, I just felt like the shouting wasn't really helping y/n on her situation," Geto then turned around to look at Gojo who had just interrupted the amazing moment of yours.

"But are you feeling any better after that?" He asked you staring down to see your face, both of you knowing what he meant by "that"!

You nodded before smiling up at him a bit, as the blush you once had, has now almost complitely dissapeared from your face.

"Huh? Geto did you hit your head now or something?" Gojo questioned having no clue to what he meant by "that".

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#jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x you #geto x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru #utahime iori #jjk #fanfic

[writeshite]

We have a lot of himbos here with not but Eddie and venom with himbo bunny male reader reader have pair of bunny ears and a fluffy cotton tail and perfect muscles and a pair of huge tiddies and since he is a rabbit he will breed Eddie and venom headcanons

Bunny, Hop, Hop

Summary:

Eddie has seen it all; he has been through it all, including but not limited to the experience of somehow ending up in the company of a human rabbit that was ten times taller than what most internet fantasies depicted.

Pairings:

Eddie Brock/Venom x Male!Reader

Tags:

Himbo!Reader | Bunny Reader | Breeding Kink I guess | Fluff | The Tiniest Bit of Smut

Words: 626

Author's Note:

It is 5 o'clock in the morning, and gods know where I got the motivation to do this instead of sleeping.

Eddie has seen it all; he has been through it all, including but not limited to the experience of somehow ending up in the company of a human rabbit that was ten times taller than what most internet fantasies depicted. So right out of the gate, Venom is confused, you know, considering he’s an alien, and last time he checked, there were no rabbit (?) bunny (?) people on Earth. 

As much as Eddie tries to explain, Venom remains a little confused but just decides to go along with it. Now, as to how you met, that is quite the tale. Picture it, a wonderful sunny day, Venom and Eddie just finished saving someone, and as a thank you, they give them a present - a pat on the shoulder, a mischievous smile, and the promise that something life-changing will await them when they return home. When they return home, it’s to a very muscly, very tall man - with bunny ears and tail. 

You practically lift Eddie up and squeeze the life out of him in a hug, your tail fluffing up. Eddie is very confused; this is definitely life-changing; Venom, despite being unsure of what you are, is all for it. Fluffy + muscles? Absolutely. 

Your ears do the whole droopy thing when you’re sad, and they perk up when you’re happy, or surprised, or horny 😏. Speaking of horny, breeding kink, I know, I know, bunny with a breeding kink is predictable; look, I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them 🙃.

Eddie was desperately clinging to the sheets underneath, on his stomach, with you above him rutting madly. What was it again? Mating season or something like that, Eddie couldn’t remember; all he could do was focus on the feeling of being thoroughly bred. Your nails, while not sharp, were probably leaving marks with how tight you were clinging onto him. Venom, on the other hand, was settled quite comfortably behind you. While you moved erratically fast, the symbiote was nearly still, mostly leaving trails of hickeys along your back.

As I said, Venom likes the fluff and softness; he likes having his head on your ass; he also likes leaving marks there and all down your thighs. He’s also very much in favor of riding you like there’s no tomorrow. Eddie also loves to bury himself there but usually can’t because Venom somehow manages to call dibs first 98% of the time, but when he does get the chance he treasures it like the moment.

In winter, your hair gets longer and thicker (because apparently, that’s what happens to actual rabbits), I’m going to assume it’s to keep you warm, but to Eddie and Venom, it makes you fluffier, which makes cuddles ever better. It also means that winter mornings are spent trying to convince them out of bed, which works about 20-30% of the time.

Side note, you’re jumping skills terrifying. I don’t care what anyone says; a humanoid figure being able to jump several feet in the air over several miles with no trouble is scary. Considering the power of your jumps, your kicking power is equally as powerful and frightening.

Despite all that, let us not forget that you are a himbo, and yes, you do wear a crop top that barely covers them huge tiddies; they’re the only shirts you have that can fit. It’s totally not because Eddie cut them up before handing them to you.  Let us also not forget a few instances of the himboness. Exhibit A - you throwing Eddie into the air to show him how much fun it is to jump that high - exhibit B - the time you brought Eddie a tree because he said he likes forest-scented air freshener. And so on, and so forth.

End Note:

In this house we love himbos 🫡 Stay Hydrated

#eddie brock x male!reader headcanons #eddie brock x male!reader #marvel imagine #shiterequests

[cgogs]

So what are the coparent eras? For posterity 🤔

Long post and extreme oversimplification but here is a tldr of every era 💯

Briar age 0-8 : same as the briar au , dream raises his son in secrecy. The timeline diverges at age 8 when sam catches up to dream after searching endlessly for nearly 8 years. he was a pariah in the server basically due to his many failures and he just didnt know what to do with himself other than rectify his mistake. plus, yk, dream is a danger to society and its his purpose to keep people safe from him. Thus, almost 8 years of total isolation and endless searching. He finds them on a normal sunny day while briar and dream do laundry and weed the garden. sam stakes out the house for a few days, maybe a week, before following briar to the creek he plays in and kidnapping him. He pins his green cloak to a tree and waits for dream to take the bait. and he does

Briar ages 8-14 : Basement era. Sam and Dream fall back into their routines in a new place while Briar is left to try and cope with his surroundings. He is the only reason Dream is let out of the basement at all and tries to help him every way he can. He gets close to sam and sam is effectively his father, and briar grows attached to him as such despite everything. When briar is 14 he kills sam and dream helps him run away from home, sincerely thinking he would never see his son again. Briar goes back home, their original home, and tries to think of a plan. Dream experiences the worst months of his entire life while briar gears up to come back. When he does, they manage to escape together with Dream killing Sam with a shard of ceramic from a broken dinner plate after he knocks his son into a rock by accident. After a night to think about it, dream revives him the next morning at the crack of dawn and tells him to fuck off. (He is also wordlessly telling him: come find me)

Briar ages 15-16 : contract era. One year after sam is revived, he goes back to dreams house. Dream and Briar went back to their original home, so its not like it was hard. Sam is completely unmoored and doesn't know what to do with himself. Its the middle of winter and one week before briars 16th birthday. A bunch of complicated shit happens. Dream is inable to make him go away, they have a couple heart-to-hearts and try to meet in the middle of what they both want. Dream has been a wreck without the structure sam btought to his life and sam has been a wreck without him. So... they date. Well they dont call it dating (Dream: Sam is my... my.) but sam moves in and briar moves OUTTT. dream and sam write a contract clearly outlining what the rules of their relationship are. I.E. a three strike system that once all 3 are gone, sam can start taking food away or other punishments. This is when the fiasco with briar and Q happens. After briar comes back, dream pays for an apartment in town for briar to stay in. Dream tells Sam something game changing: I want to be normal.

Briar 16-17 : married era : sam is reeling under the realization that dream WANTS to be normal. They live normally. Dream gets a job, friends, all under close watch, but still. The tldr is, sam thinks about marrying him. A lot. A ton. With dream wanting to be normal comes absolution: dream is better, actively trying to be better, which means sam doesn't have to feel bad about loving him, and with punishments mostly a thing of the past, he doesnt have to feel bad about hurting who he loves. Eventually, he pops the question. Dream is terrified. He tells him he'll think about it, this is all so sudden, etc. He talks to briar about it and confides in him that hes... scared, of what that means. Their wedding vows would replace the contract , it would be something entirely different from everything hes known. Briar obviously tells him to say no, and he almost does! But... well. Sam tells him he's been too hard on him, in the past. And that he shouldn't have been. And well, this coupled with the apology for the torture, dream figures ... they really could be happy, if dream would just let himself. So he says yes. Briar is mad as hell and basically becomes a highwayman to cope with the anger. He might as well get paid for it. A lot of other stuff happens, mainly briar going to prison and his parents busting him out, but the result of a heart to heart between sam and briar is that sam... regrets. Hes sorry. He truly is. This conversation becomes the crack in his worldview that makes him lean fully into loving dream. Its really hard to explain, i might transcript this conversation.

This is when the endings come in. Ocean escape, where dream leaves for good. Awesamdad, where they have nettle. And other neutral endings me and kat have yet to talk about ^_^

#au: coparent

[hpdrizzle]

🌈 HP Drizzle Weekly Round Up Post #4 🌧️

🌈 Hello everyone and welcome to our last weekly round up post!

What an amazing fest we had! Have fun catching up on the latest works below the cut before we post the anon master list tomorrow!

🌈 HP Drizzle Art 🌧️

☔ Things we don’t mean (we say it outright) [Not Rated, Digital Art]

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter 💧 Weather: Sunny, Rainy, Stormy ☔ Summary: While on a stakeout, an accident causes Draco's mood to connect with the weather, which then leads to mild panic infused rain, anger fueled thunderstorms, white lies and blooming flowers, and heated words clashing against rainbows that gives fourth to all that Draco Malfoy is, and all that he hides behind his facades. Harry's a whole lot endeared by it, and just a little bit in love as well.

🌈 HP Drizzle Fic and Art🌧️

☔ Thunderstruck [E, 8653, Digital ]

💧 Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy  💧 Weather: Stormy  ☔ Summary: Professional Quidditch players Malfoy and Potter have been at each other’s throats since they became teammates. When things get ugly during a thunderstorm, their captain is so fed up she’s ready to kick them off the team if they don’t solve their differences, by any means possible.  There’s really only one way this can end, right?

🌈 HP Drizzle Fic 🌧️

☔ The Doe Between Us [G, 11468]

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter  💧 Weather: Rainy, Snowy  ☔ Summary: Draco's teaching career is taking off alongside his friendship with Harry Potter. The rain that had endured all of summer time turns to snow as the winter solstice comes nearer, and the two of them spend a few chilly nights in the Forbidden Forest.

☔ Right as Rain [E, 12674]

💧 Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy 💧 Weather: Rainy, Stormy ☔ Summary: For Harry Potter, post-war life is boring, lonely, and insomnia-inducing. When Professor Trelawney makes another prophecy, this time about his love life, Harry dreads going out in the rain for fear of running into his soulmate. He'll weather the storm, though, every time he can find a good reason to visit Draco Malfoy at the potions shop where he works. Malfoy's practically always in that potions shop, safe from the rainy English weather. Will they ever run into each other outside, exposed to the elements? Maybe even...in a rainstorm?

☔ Down to the Wood [G, 3079]

💧 Pairing: Severus Snape & Luna Lovegood  💧 Weather: Foggy  ☔ Summary: There is something about the early morning light that is good for revelations: Severus and Luna might have more in common than he'd thought.

☔ Hermione Granger and the Year of Events [T, 2268 ]

💧 Pairing: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott  💧 Weather: Sunny, Rainy, Windy, Snowy  ☔ Summary: Hermione is getting ready for her wedding and she's having it at Hogwarts after watching her friends deal with the unpredictable weather.

☔ Take This Heart (And Make It Whole Again) [T, 12,974]

💧 Pairing: Dudley Dursley/Gregory Goyle  💧 Weather: Snowy  ☔ Summary: A few years have passed since the Battle of Hogwarts, and Gregory Goyle has been trying to be a better person every single day ever since.  When he’s forced to take a holiday trip north to prevent burnout, he meets a mysterious stranger who helps him open up and let some happiness into his heart again.  Or: two former bullies being snowed in together

☔ Who we are when no one is watching [T, 15216 ]

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter  💧 Weather: Rainy  ☔ Summary:  Draco Malfoy has a good Ministry job, a bad reputation, and an even worse office. The latter is much improved when he stumbles upon a magical window. But much more than just giving him an office with a view, the window forces Draco to confront his own life choices and step out of his comfort zone.

☔ May All Your Christmases Be White [T, 16725]

💧 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter  💧 Weather: Snowy  ☔ Summary: It is impossible for Draco to deny the inherent festivity that Christmas brings. From Yuletide carols to fairylights, evergreens festooned with baubles in a rainbow of colors to pub nights with friends wrapped in their warmest coats. There is a level of hope that the season always seems to bring, even when life is at it's darkest. All around him are the things making the spirit of the season. People are happy.  At least, that's what he assumes. At this point, he doesn't know. For him, the holidays have not always proved to be a merry season.  What Draco does know, without any doubt, is there is one thing Christmas always needs to feel like the holiday has truly arrived. And that one thing is snow. Although, over time, he realises there is one other thing that he has begun to associate with Christmas, something he needs for the holiday to feel real. Harry Potter.

#hp drizzle #hp drizzle 2023 #hp drizzle fest #weekly round up no 4

[river-r1t3s]

💕, 🌻, 🤞 for seventeen (any member but preferably Seungkwan or Hoshi) plssss!! Thank youuuu

I did little drabbles instead of full fics, hope that's okay <3

💕- sniffles

Seungkwan-

It started innocently enough, a small sniffle, barely noticeable over the chaos of dinner. Seungkwan himself thought nothing of it but Vernon, who sat next to Seungkwan noticed the sniffle. A moment later a second sniffle came, then a third. Not long after a fourth. Eventually Vernon was getting a bit confused, (maybe even a little annoyed) he nudged Seungkwan with his elbow. Seungkwan stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth, "what's up?"

"you keep sniffling" Vernon softly said, Seungkwan shrugged, "the spices are making me sniffly" he explained, Seungkwan sniffled again, "then blow your nose, you keep sniffling right by my ear, it's all I've heard the whole meal. Seungkwan apologized, he took a napkin from the center of the table and blew his nose. Right after his breath hitched, he ducked towards his elbow, "hktchU - tcCHU- kekTChHu"

"bless you Kwan" a few of the members said, Seungkwan thanked them and took another napkin to blow his nose, "are you okay?" Jeonghan asked, The other members had drawn their focus to Seugkwan, who was sniffling into a tissue, "the spices" he said with a nod towards the food, "ktchu- hehh- hKtchu"

"bless you"

"thank you" he said, he blew his nose. "you sure you're okay?"Jihoon asked, Seungkwan nodded, "I'll be fine. I'll just be a bit sneezy while I eat the spicy food." Seungkwan explained with an itchy sounding sniffle. Seungkwan went back to eating normally, despite him having to stop and sneeze every few seconds. Vernon had gotten just a bit fed up with him, but also knew that Seungkwan had put up with him and his flower allergies for years so he chose to just ignore it.

Hoshi-

"It's gonna snow tomorrow" Hoshi commented, seemingly out of nowhere. Chan, Jun, and Minghao all looked at him, "what?"

"it's gonna snow tomorrow" Sooyoung repeated, he sniffled, "how do you know that?" Jun asked, looking as if he didn't quite believe him, "because I get a snf stuffy nose when it's gonna snow"

"that's not a real thing" Chan said with an eye roll. He pulled out his phone, "even the weather says it's gonna be sunny tomorrow"

"it is!!" Hoshi said stubbornly, right after he sniffled. "I'm serious. why do you think I always get colds in winter"

"because you never wear a jacket" Minghao chimed in from his spot on the floor. Sooyoung rolled his eyes and kept stretching, he sniffled again. "I think you're doing that on purpose" Chan said, playfully rolling his eyes at the performance team leader . "Am not!!!" he sniffled again, which caused the other dancers to groan. "Guys!!!" they all started laughing at him

~the next day~

Chan was awoken the next morning by Jun and Minghao screaming and running into his room, "what the heck guys!!!!?"

"he was right!!!!" Jun yelled flopping down on Chan's bed. "who was right?" Chan asked, his brain still trying to wake up. Sooyoung" Minghao said, he walked over to the window and drew back the curtains, snow was falling outside. "how?" just then a harsh sneeze came from the other room, "maybe he does get colds when it snows" Chan said, he climbed out of bed and went to the team leader's room. Sooyoung was standing by his closet, a tissue up to his nose as he used his other hand to sift through his clothes. "aktchHu- hhatcchu"

"bless you" Sooyoung flinched at the voice, he blew his nose, then turned around. "I told you guys!!" he said with a wet sniffle. "sorry, but you know, it did sound kinda crazy"

"yeah, it's a bit strange. Took me a while to get used to it" he paused, "ATChu- atCHu- snf but every time it's gonna snow"

"Sooyoung makes a better weather man than the actual meteorologist." Jun said with a laugh. The maknae rolled his eyes, "how long has this happened for?"

"I think since I broke my nose back in 2019"

"you broke your nose?"

"y-hh-hea- atCHhu- atchHu- during filming one time"

"how come we didn't know?"

"no one did, except me, our manager and Scoups hyung, mainly because our manager made me tell him" Sooyoung explained, he sniffled and blew his nose again. "Sorry for not believing you hyung" Chan said sheepishly. The maknae shrugged, "I wouldn't believe me either"

🌻- taken by surprise

Seungkwan-

The vocal unit was gathered in the studio recording something for their newest album, things had gone smoothly all morning. That was until Seungkwan had started recording. The second he started singing he felt a strange tickle in his nose. He rubbed his nose and ignored it. He started singing again and the tickle came back. He put his hand up to stop the recording. Jihoon stopped and gave Seungkwan a confused look, when the youngest vocalist ducked towards his elbow and sneezed twice. "All good?" Jihoon asked, Seungkwan gave him a thumbs up. Seungkwan was able to film two lines before his nose started tickling again. He raised his hand again, signaling a stop. Jihoon gave him a confused look, but did pause the recording. "Everything alright Seungkwan?"

"kktchu- kktchshu-ttchshu- ugh sorry"

Jihoon signaled for them to stop completely. The staff did so, he went into the studio, "everything okay Kwan?"

"I don't know what's wrong with me! My nose itches."

"you sick?" Jeonghan asked looking a bit concerned. Seungkwan shrugged. "I felt fine all day, still do, just keep- kktch-tchu-hTchu sneezing"

"is it allergies?"

"I don't think I have allergies" Seungkwan said, he turned away and sneezed again. "You could have developed some, or come in contact with something new" Joshua said, he turned to the staff, "has this studio been cleaned recently" they nodded, "do you have the cleaning stuff that was used?" The staff nodded and left the room, "what's that for hyung?"

"well the room smells faitly of the cleaning stuff, I wonder if you're having a reaction to it."

"I hadn't even noticed the smell" Seokmin commented. The other members agreed. "It's really faint" Joshua said, "you just have a really strong sense of smell" Seungkwan said, "I can't smell it either, "it's possible that you can't but you're still reacting to it" Jihoon said with a shrug. Seungkwan shook his head, "I've literally never been allergic to anything"

"it could be something-"

"hh-ktchUH kktchu-"

"bless you, something new" Joshua explained, Jeonghan handed a few tissues to the youngest of the vocal team. He thanked him, his face flushed lightly in embarrassment.

The staff returned with a bottle of cleaner, "Kwan can you just smell this?" Seungkwan gave the bottle a look of distain, "just do it" Seokmin said nudging Seungkwan. He gave a dramatic sigh and took the bottle, "it's pointless anyways, I'm not allergic to any-" he caught a whiff of the scent and instantly pushed it back to Joshua, "HHKTchu- TchhhU- ketChu- hhektCHHu- EKTCHhuh"

"bless you" the others said, Jeonghan handed Seungkwan a few tissues, he took them enthusiastically and pressed them to his nose, he sneezed four times into the tissue and blew his nose. "Ugh"

"I think you might be allergic to that" Seokmin said, he patted Seungkwan's shoulder. "Can I go home and shower?" Seungkwan asked, looking absolutely miserable. "Of course, do you want someone to go with you?" Jeonghan asked, looking worried about Seungkwan, whose eyes were swollen and his nose bright red, "I'll text Vernon" Seokmin said, patting Seungkwan on the back. He said a congested thank you to Seokmin.

Vernon came a few minutes later to get his boyfriend and take him back to the dorm, "I'm surprised, it's usually you picking me up" Vernon said laughing a bit. "I know, I was really surprised" Seungkwan sneezed, "bless you"

"thanks, but I've never been allergic to anything before. It's so strange. It- kktchHu- ektchu- ttchu- awful. I hope that this is very much a one time thing."

Hoshi:

The performance team was choreographing something for their upcoming comeback. The whole morning had been absolute chaos. It had started thunder storming 15 minutes after the got there and the storm caused the power to go out, but the team (specifically Sooyoung) was determined to contiune working, despite it being nearly impossible. A rough demo that Jihoon had sent them played from Chan's phone speaker, barely even able to be heard over the storm outside, the lack of stable cell service also meant the audio was skipping and crackly.

But as if the storm outside wasn't enough, the members had started to notice how raspy Sooyoung's voice had gotten, but whenever it was brought up or mentioned Sooyoung was quick to explain it was from yelling over the thunder. The others let it go because it did make sense.

Halfway through one of their run throughs Sooyoung stopped dead in his tracks, the others looked at him in confusion. "Sooyoung is everyth-"

"HUTChu- ehtcHHu- aKkTchu"

"bless you" Sooyoung shook his head to clear the cloudy feeling and rubbed his nose, "sorry guys, let's get back in position" the others nodded and began moving when the leader of the unit stopped dead in his tracks and ducked his head towards his elbow "stchu- ktcCHu- hhestchu- hKtchu- ugh sorry"

"you okay hyung?" Chan asked, he looked concerned, Sooyoung nodded, "I'm fine."

"you sure? Dust bothering you?" Jun asked, knowing how sensitive Sooyoung was around dust. Sooyoung shook his head, "no, not allergies. I can say that for sure"

"you're sneezing a lot though"

"I don't get a sore throat with allergies"

"Do you have a sore throat?" Minghao asked looking surprised, "a bit yeah. Felt fine earlier"

"maybe you're getting sick."

"were you outside in the rain?" Chan asked, "you can't get sick from going in the rain Chan" Sooyoung said with a hint of exhasperation, "I know that, but if you went out in the rain and then came in the studio where it's cold, then maybe that could make you a bit sick"

"I don't know if it works like that" Sooyoung said before sneezing again. "Well whatever the cause is, it seems like you've got a cold so you should probably head back to the dorm and get some rest" Jun said as he starts gathering his stuff. "probably a good idea" Chan agreed and Minghao nodded, "I'm fine guys"

"you need rest, especially if you're getting sick. We don't want you to get worse with the comeback around the corner. And with how fast it came on I haven't ruled out the flu yet, so I'd rather be safe than sorry" Minghao said and handed Sooyoung's bag to Jun. "Ugh, fine" Chan smiled and put his arm around the leader's shoulders, "not like we were really getting much done anyways" Sooyoung started to protest but ultimately followed the maknae out of the studio. Once back in the dorms he was pushed to the shower and quickly sent to bed after.

🤞- stifles

Seungkwan:

There was a tense air in the van on the way to schedules. Seungkwan had been caught faking being sick to get out of going to schedules all of the previous few days. So the members had all gotten quite angry, but Seungkwan was nervous as this morning when he woke up he had a stuffy nose and a headache. Which he assumed was karma for him faking. But he also knew his members wouldn't believe him and would likely just get mad. Halfway to the studio his nose began tickling, he discreetly tried rubbing at it, trying to keep the sneeze from coming out. But eventually the tickle got really bad and he knew he was going to sneeze he pinched his nose and stifled a sneeze trying not to move much, or any. Mingyu, who was seated next to him, felt Seugkwan move a bit but didn't say anything, too irritated to really care what the youngest vocalist was doing. But when it happened three more times within the next 4 minutes he was starting to get annoyed, he looked at Seungkwan and saw his eyes were wet with what looked like tears. "Kwan are you seriously crying?" Mingyu felt irritated, thinking Seungkwan was upset he had to work. When in reality Seungkwan was fighting his tears as the stifles had caused his minor headache to turn quite painful. "no hyung, just got some dust in my eye" Seungkwan said softly, his throat had begun hurting from the sneezes. Mingyu wanted to believe him, but also felt a bit concerned when he noticed there was a congested note in Seungkwan's voice.

Once the group arrived at the studio Mingyu pulled the leader aside, "I think something is wrong with Seungkwan, he seemed upset in the car and his voice sounded off" Seungcheol shrugged, "maybe, but what if he's just faking again"

"right" Mingyu said, but deep down he really didn't think that Seungkwan was faking anything. The group went to a room to begin filming and Mingyu almost tripped when Seungkwan suddenly stopped right in front of him, "Kwan you good"

"hngphm- nngtchh- hnmphch" Mingyu wasn't sure what was wrong with Seungkwan but whatever it was, it sounded painful. "Kwan you okay?" he asked again, Seungkwan smiled, "yeah, all good" Mingyu noticed that Seungkwan's voice sounded very strange. Mingyu also noticed how pale Seungkwan was. "Kwan are you sick?"

"NO!!!" He said, he coughed after, "Shit Kwan. If you're actually sick you need to rest"

"No, they won't believe mbe- 'sall my fault" Mingyu was worried, "Seugkwan, I can tell them you're actually sick" He felt worried seeing the usually playful member almost crying just from a simple conversation. Seungkwan suddenly turned away from Mingyu very quickly and clamped his hands roughly around his face, "HNGtch-hhnptch- NGTChh-" Seungkwan wimpered softly, "Kwan if it hurts don't do that"

"don't want to bother" he coughed, Mingyu cringed at how painful it sounded, "Seungkwan, I know you made a mistake but if you're sick you can't be at work." He put his arm around Seungkwan's shoulder and walked with him to the rest of the members. Kwan let out a small whimper.

"Guys, Seungkwan isn't feeling very well--"

"Mingyu we just went over this he's fine" the leader interrupted looking irritated. Seungkwan sniffled and a few tears fell, he quickly wiped them away, brushing his sensitive nose in the process and triggering three sneezes, which he stifled into near silence, which caused him to audibly whimper. "Seungkwan, stop." Vernon, who was usually very soft for his youngest hyung, said. Absolutely no hint of softness now. This seemed to be too much for Seungkwan and he shrugged Mingyu's shoulder off and ran out of the studio crying. This caused the whole group to freeze in shock. "Told you guys" Mingyu said. "He's been stifling his sneezes all morning and it's very clearly hurting him. He almost started crying from it in the car" The members all looked guilty, especially Vernon and Seungcheol, who were both nervously twisting their hands. "I'll go get him" Vernon said, he quickly left the room. He found Seungkwan crying in a corner by a vending machine. "Oh Seungkwan, I'm sorry" Vernon said sitting next to him. "I'm sorry!" Seungkwan sobbed, Vernon felt his heart break for the vocalist. Vernon put his arms around Seungkwan. "It's okay Kwan. We should have believed you." Vernon noticed a warmth coming off of Seungkwan, "you have a fever Boo"

"oh" Vernon helped Seungkwan stand and go to the studio where the others were. As soon as they saw Seungkwan they all started apologizing. Which made Seungkwan cry again and he started explaining how he shouldn't have lied and how sorry he was. His words were woven in between sobs. The members helped Seungkwan back to the van where he was taken back home. Seungcheol and Vernon were obviously still feeling pretty guilty and stayed back with him, along with Mingyu, who Seungkwan, in his feverish mind seemed to find comfort in.

#seventeen #seungkwan #dino #lee chan #sneeze #sick #allergy #ksnz #idol snz #fluff

[princedragonoverlord]

I've got my idea for each arc in the swapped WoF continent au mostly figured out now!

Also warning for spoilers since I use the same events as in the book for this.

Arc 1:

Takes place on Pantala. Leafwings are not at war and trees are not illegal but Hivewings still rule over the Silkwings and have uneasy alliance with the Leafwings. Queen Wasp has died and left everyone unsure of who will take over her hive/being the main Hivewing queen. Every Lady or at least a few of them (I imagine 3) who are interested are now at war and split the hives. Some side with Leafwings, Some force Silkwings to fight, and Some only have Hivewings but many of them. The book keeper declares there is a prophecy in Clearsight's book about ending this war.

(I'm not yet sure how the prophecy goes)

But it says that 2 Hivewings, 2 Silkwings, and 1 Leafwing will end it in 20 years.

And now like the normal plot the eggs are gathered, something goes wrong with getting 2 Hivewing eggs and it is replaced by another Leafwing egg instead.

The dragonets are

Clay - Leafwing

A very strong looking Leafwing, hatched first so was decided to be the Leafwing they wanted. Has no abilities but is believed to be feirce and dangerous due to Hivewing propaganda. He just wants peace and to be friendly.

Tsunami - Silkwing

They think she acts out because of not being properly raised by Silkwings under Hivewing rule and she probably wants to prove Silkwings are good leaders for prophecys and stuff. Related to either Queen Monarch or whoever the last Silkwing royalty was and is therefore the heir to the Silkwing throne which no longer exists. She does get her wings before they escape and was excited about it.

Glory - Leafwing

Glory has leafspeak instead of venom but no one thinks either she or Clay has it. They do probably treat her a bit better but she's still counted as an extra for hatching later and therefore is unwanted.

Starflight - Hivewing

The Hivewings want him to be the leader of the group. He has no extra natural weapons.

Sunny - An unusual looking Silkwing

Is a Silkwing with no antenna and some strange looking features. Considered the good Silkwing of the group for behaving but she is still very overlooked because of it. Can't wait to get her wings any day now. She is a Silk/Hive hybrid (Mother Silkwing and Father Hivewing) When she gets her wings later after they escape she has very unusual wings and she might also get some black scales during her metamorphosis.

At the end the prophecy is discovered to be a fake made up by 1 of the Hivewing Ladies in order to get the throne and rule over all 3 tribes, but it is still sort of fulfilled.

Arc 2: (Needs some work)

Takes place in Pantala. There is a school for all 3 tribes and Silkwings have their own tribe and queen again (Ruled by Sunny's mother.) Darkstalker who is a Beetlewing animus is awoken. He can somehow talk to Moon (unsure how)

Moon comes across Clearsight's book somehow and finds a real prophecy written in it.

Moon - Hivewing

Somehow able to talk to Darkstalker, can't hear thoughts however. (Unsure how else to make her unique)

Winter - Leafwing

Doesn't have leafspeak, part of the royal family.

Peril - Silkwing

She's a flamesilk. Hivewings tried to use her to produce it and she became useful as a war machine as well.

Turtle - Silkwing

Still an animus. Also part of the forgotten original Silkwing royalty same as his sister Anemone.

Qibli - Hivewing

Has extra natural weapons mostly for paralyzing. Very loyal to the new Silkwing queen who took him in when he was little.

In the end they defeat Darkstalker, they also prevent the Hivewings and Leafwings from going to war again.

Arc 3: (Needs work)

Takes place on Pyrrhia. One of the tribes has taken over several of the others or is at war with them.

Blue - Nightwing

Born under 1 moon. Can see the future. Gets visions and doesn't know what to do about it. Delivers the 3rd prophecy.

Cricket - Icewing

(Wanted to keep up the forbidden romance with her and Blue, also thought Icewing would be more interesting than Sandwing or any other dragon type that made sense for her) Not much else to say.

Sundew - Skywing

Might have firescales (Was unsure whether or not to give them to her) . Is part of a small group who spilt from the main Skywing kingdom.

Snowfall - Leafwing

Leafwing queen after what happens with Darkstalker.

Luna - Nightwing

Born under 1 moon with Blue. Can read minds. She ends up using this power to show Freedom the visions.

They end up reuniting the tribes and stopping the breath of evil which is on Pyrrhia now.

And that concludes what I have so far for this au, I'm almost done with the drawings for the 1st arc characters too. Let me know what you think :3

#wof #wings of fire #wof au #wings of fire au

[e-dubbc11]

The First Snowfall

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Ah a couple of swear words, pretty tame, angst, heartbreak, with a sweet ending. Alludes to sex, nothing major. Fluff. No Punisher spoilers, not even close 😉 Does not follow any storyline.

Word Count: a little over 2k, I think

Summary: Reader is an amateur photographer and she loves photographing Central Park in the winter. On the first snowfall of the season, she runs into someone that makes her feel warm on a cold winter day.

A/N: I love NYC in the winter time, I’ve done the trek through Central Park with snow on the ground and it’s beautiful. All the landmarks I mention are gorgeous. The coffee shop I mention is close to Central Park West and on Columbus Ave. And I wanted to write for Billy b/c I have it in my head that he can be really really sweet (you cannot change my mind). I think he just wants to be loved. He clearly has abandonment issues but if he found the right person, he would spoil them rotten and work on being a better person (cuz he can be an asshole.) As always, comments are always welcome and thank you for reading. I appreciate you! ❤️

The forecast was in your favor, New York City was going to have its first significant snowfall of the season and by the time you get up in the morning, there would be a beautiful blanket of white covering Central Park.

Photography was a little hobby of yours and from an early age you were always taking pictures. It was relaxing and calming for you like taking a bath or a hot cup of tea. Everyone loved taking pictures of the park on warm, sunny days but not you. You had plenty of pictures of the park on nice days—the tradition you had for yourself was every year on the first snowfall, you would take the day and trek through the park taking pictures of anything and everything.

Pictures of all the hot spots were nice—The Bethesda Fountain, the view from the Minton Tile Ceiling room looking out towards the fountain, Strawberry Fields, the bronze Alice in Wonderland statues were some of your favorites, and of course the Loeb Boathouse.

But the obscure shots is what you really looked forward to shooting. The snow coming down in between the trees among the rows of benches. The path lamps are still on from the previous night before the sun comes up.

Something about being in the park when no one else really wanted to be, felt amazing because it was quiet, the sounds soaked up by the snow and it was just you and your camera in the peace and quiet.

You don’t know what possessed you to take pictures of Central Park West that day, the Dakota building was right there where the late great John Lennon lived. After you got the shots you wanted, you turned with your head down looking at the screen of your camera and walked right into him. He dropped his coffee and your camera was about to crash onto the sidewalk when he reached out and grabbed the strap that should have been around your neck and caught it before it could hit the ground.

“Oh my goodness, I am SO sorry! I am so clumsy and I never pay attention when I have my face stuck in this thing. Are you ok? Oh god, I made you drop your coffee, I’m sorry. But thank so, so much for saving my camera. My heart would have broken along with it if you hadn’t caught it. But your coffee—dammit! Again, I am so sorry!”

What struck you most was just how dark his eyes were, but he had a smile that lit up a room and his handsome face was so warm and friendly.

He was wearing a long, dark winter coat over his dark blue suit and tie. Black leather gloves covered his hands and his shoes were definitely not meant to be worn in the snow but the sidewalks at that point were pretty clear, you had been out for a few hours now.

You finally gave him a chance to speak after rambling on.

“Oh it’s alright, really. I’m just glad I was able to catch your camera before it hit the ground, looks like a nice one too.”

You detected a slight New York accent, it made him even more attractive if that’s possible.

Still, you felt the need to apologize again.

“Please, let me buy you another one, I insist, Mister?”

“Russo…Billy Russo.” He smiled again.

“Well? What do you say Mr. Billy Russo?” Even though it was cold out, you felt warm, almost like you were blushing. “I’m y/n, by the way.”

He agreed and the two of you started to walk down Columbus Ave. He started to open the door to the nearby Starbucks, you motioned to keep walking and then stopping in front of a little coffee shop called Black Press Coffee.

“Their coffee tastes much better.” Then it dawned on you that he’s dressed like he works on Wall Street, you’re probably keeping him from something. “I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?”

He winked at you and said “Definitely not, I’d much rather be here than at work. So why are you up so early and dressed to hike the Himalayas?”

You paid for both drinks, a hot chocolate for you and a black coffee with one sugar for Billy and you sat down in front of the shop, looking out at the busy street.

Taking off your hat and coat, you started to tell him the whole story.

“Oh! Well this is gonna sound silly but every year on the very first significant snowfall of the season, I get up early, grab my camera and head to the park to take pictures. I just love Central Park in the winter and then after I’m done, I come here and get a hot chocolate to warm up.”

He brushed a stray hair away from your face. “I don’t think that sounds silly at all—do you think I could see some?”

You didn’t mean to but you showed him every single picture you took from that morning and he seemed to love every second of it and before you knew it, two hours had passed.

“Billy, I am so sorry, I’ve just been going on and on for—“ You grabbed his wrist to look at his watch. “For TWO HOURS?!! Oh god, are you missing work right now?!!”

He laughed. “I own the company, I can go in whenever I want. So, will you have dinner with me tonight?”

That was three years ago. You and Billy had been together for about two and a half years, and it had been about six months since you saw him last. It wasn’t that you didn’t love each other. Both of you had been working a lot, him especially, and barely seeing one another. You thought it would be best if maybe now wasn’t the right time for the two of you.

And here you were again, almost to the date getting ready to head out to the park to take your first snowfall pictures. You wondered if he remembered— No, why he would remember? It was just a silly little thing you did every year. There were so many other things, beautiful things you hoped he remembered from your time together.

The park was beautifully quiet that morning, almost like you had gone deaf for three hours. During your morning out, you found yourself thinking about him. You thought about how he looked the day you met him, those eyes, those beautiful brown eyes that looked like melted pools of dark chocolate, it’s an image that would never leave your mind but that’s over now and although it was difficult, you were trying to move on. Taking these pictures today helped.

You walked out of the cold and into the Black Press Coffee shop, the smell of fresh hot coffee hit your nose and you remembered Billy’s coffee order—black with one sugar. Suddenly your chest started to ache and you felt like your heart was breaking all over again—you really missed him, so much for trying to move on.

They called out your name, you picked up your hot chocolate and as you turned to your right, there sitting at a corner table was Billy. He had his long winter coat next to him, he wore his dark blue suit and tie and shoes that definitely were not meant for the snow—he was dressed the exact same way the day you met him.

The gasp that escaped your body was immediate, followed by your eyes welling up with tears, he stood up and walked over to you.

“Hey beautiful—sit with me please?”

The two of you walked back to the table together, sat down and you asked.

“What are you doing here, Billy?”

His eyes were glassy, almost like he was on the verge of tearing up.

“It’s the first snowfall of the year.”

He remembered.

“I wanted to be here when you came in so I got here when they opened.”

Your heart was soaring but your chest was still aching.

“I can’t believe you remembered.”

He took your hand in his and made little circles on the top of your hand with his thumb.

“How could I forget something like that? It was snowing like this three years ago is when I met you.”

The tightness in your chest started to ease and you started to relax a little.

“Billy—I—“

He interrupted you.

“I’m not good at this whole expression of feelings thing, you know this, so let me get it out. Every day I go to work and I look at that photo in my office, of Gapstow Bridge covered in snow—the one you blew up and had framed for me. I look at it every single day and I think about that’s where I kissed you for the first time, even though it was freezing that night, we stood there and talked and talked until we couldn’t feel our toes anymore. I never knew I could have that with anyone, someone I could talk to every day, someone I could kiss goodnight, someone that actually loves me, a real relationship. You were that for me.”

His hand started to shake a little and he leaned across the table so he could be a little closer to you.

“And then you left and I was alone again, like I was growing up at the group home and I hated it. I missed you.”

You interrupted him. “Billy, I thought we agreed it would be best if we weren’t together anymore. We hardly ever saw each other those last six months.”

He raised his voice a little.

“No, YOU thought it would be best! I didn’t want this—and I should have tried harder, fought harder to keep you but I didn’t because I—I just didn’t know how!”

He threw his hands up in frustration and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I thought you just didn’t want me anymore. But I look at that photo every damn day and you’re all I think about—I can try harder but I can’t do that without you. You make me WANT to try harder.”

In the middle of the coffee shop, you’re wiping the tears from your cheeks and not wanting you to see him with tears in his eyes, he wiped his eyes quickly and stood up to leave. And before he walked away, he said…

“I’m gonna go home—I’m not leaving after I get there so you’ll know where I’ll be if you want to talk some more, I love you.”

And before you could say anything else to him, he was gone.

The next few hours were agonizing, you walked around trying to clear your head but it was impossible to think of anything else but Billy’s words “I didn’t want this!” and “you’re all I think about.” He was all you thought about too. You remembered the day you gave that photo to him, it was a “just because” present.

You could tell no one had really given him anything like that before, he was so happy like a child on Christmas morning, and he hung it up right away too. You didn’t give him that particular photo because he kissed you for the first time on that bridge, it was because he said it was his favorite photo that you’ve taken.

He always listened as you rambled on and on about your pictures and he always listened with a smile on his face, holding your hand, or touching some part of your body because he just had to. He did it to always keep you close, to keep you from being too far away from him because he’s never had that.

After wandering aimlessly for a while, you found yourself walking to Billy’s apartment. “I can try harder.” You could try harder too, you loved him—so much.

The doorman at Billy’s apartment building recognized you immediately.

“Good afternoon, y/n.”

“Afternoon, Samuel—is Billy home?”

He smiled at you and said “Mr. Russo said you might be stopping by today—actually that’s not true, he said that he HOPED you would be stopping by today. It’s nice to see you again, miss.”

“It feels nice to be here again.” And you smiled back at him.

You felt really nervous in the elevator, you were hot even though your hands were ice cold from being outside.

You took a few deep breaths before you knocked on the door.

“Billy? It’s me—you there?”

Maybe he was sleeping? Then you heard movement and fumbling with the locks like he couldn’t get them undone fast enough.

The door flung open, his sad eyes looking almost through you. “Hey, love. I wasn’t sure you would come.”

“Billy—I—love”

And before you could say another word, he pulled you inside by your waist and his lips crashed onto yours, the strap of your camera slipped off your left shoulder (again, it should have been around your neck) and it was headed for the floor when Billy reached down and caught it (again.)

“Careful, that looks like a nice one.” He winked and smiled at you and you smiled back, glancing at the ground briefly.

Gently, he set the camera down, closed the door and pulled you in close. He softly brushed his hand from your forehead, down your cheek to your lips and kissed you again, deeply, practically with his whole body.

When he finally broke the kiss, he enclosed one of your hands in both of his, held it against his chest and touched his forehead to yours.

“I can try harder—I WILL try harder, baby. PLEASE! Does this mean you’ll come back? Does this mean you’ll be my girl again?”

“I love you, Billy. I can try harder too.”

He let go of your hand and you wrapped both arms around him and just hugged him. You lost count of how many times he kissed your head and every time you tried to pull away, he’d hug you even tighter.

“I can’t believe you caught my camera—again.” You let out a shy laugh.

“I just want to be the only one that catches it, love.”

You locked both hands around his neck, he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“You always will be, handsome. Can I take my coat off now?”

He looked at you with that charming Billy Russo smile and said

“Oh we’re taking off a lot more than just your coat, baby.”

Tagging: @mindidjarin @saintmurd0ck @sad-hoshi037

#billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo #billy russo x reader #ben barnes

[chvndlr]

task seventeen: spring forward

1. first things first: do you like spring?

Yeah, it's fine I guess. Not my favorite but I don't really have anything against it either.

2. what is your favorite thing about spring?

Look, my favorite season is winter. I like the cold. I like the snow. I like that nobody's trying to get me to hang out at the beach. But I gotta admit the sunshine and the warmer (but not hot) weather feel pretty good.

3. what is your least favorite thing about spring?

I'm gonna be real with you. I fucking hate summer. Spring means we're that much closer to it and that I have another, like, six months before it starts to cool down again.

4. do you have a vegetable / produce / fruit garden?

No. I've thought about starting one, it'd be way better for my cooking than being at the mercy of whatever's in stores. But it's a lot of work and I don't think I've ever kept a plant alive in my life.

5. how about flower beds, or things planted in the house?

My house gives off a certain vibe. That vibe says "I'm 22 and I've never lived anywhere but a college dorm" which, despite not being factually true, feels accurate. Learning how to not kill a houseplant would really go against that aesthetic.

6. regardless of what you do or do not plant, are you good at growing plants? have a green thumb?

I think I've done a very good job explaining I'm fucking terrible at growing shit.

7. what’s your favorite flower or plant?

They're all pretty much the same....(Don't tell Nari I said that)

8. what’s your favorite scent that you associate with spring?

Floral scents. But not like real flowers, like candles.

9. is there a sound that you associate with spring time?

I guess birds chirping? You don't hear them much all winter, cause most of them leave and come back, so when you start to hear them a lot it really feels like spring

10. do you prefer sunny mornings or rainy afternoons?

Rainy afternoons. I'm not usually up early enough in the mornings to be happy about the sunlight coming into my house.

11. favorite thing to do on a sunny, warm spring day?

Take Jenna on a walk

12. favorite thing to do on a rainy, chilly spring day?

Stay inside and invite a friend over to play video games all day

13. do you celebrate Easter? any traditions you follow for it?

Eh, not really. My family was never big into holidays, so they were never a big deal to me as an adult either. No traditions or anything. And it's not really a holiday people get together and party for like Halloween or St. Patrick's Day

14. regardless of if you do or don’t: favorite Easter candy?

Anything chocolate-peanut butter. So Reece's I guess?

15. what other springtime holidays do you observe?

Are there even other spring time holidays? Other than St. Patrick's Day, I mean. Like who the fuck is out here celebrating Memorial Day?

16. favorite place in Merrock to visit in the springtime?

I've been here a couple years but I don't know. Pine Grove Gardens make for good photos in the spring, so I guess we'll go with that.

17. the spring bugs are coming out: do you rescue them and let them out of the house, or grab the nearest shoe?

Shoe. I don't need them getting back in the house the way they came in and fucking up any fruit that's on the counter.

18. are you a big spring cleaner?

Yeah. I didn't come to Merrock with much stuff, so I don't have much to declutter yet. But I am big into making sure every room is deep cleaned at least twice a year - in the spring and in the fall.

19. do you switch over your wardrobe from cold weather to warm weather clothes?

I saw a meme about switching from your winter blacks to your summer blacks, which sums up how I feel. I mostly wear jeans and tshirts year round, so all I really do is put my thicker jackets away for a few months.

20. how about the house: does your decor change for the spring season? do you rearrange furniture?

Yeah, I tend to switch out my decor every few months so it doesn't feel boring. It's been awhile since I rearranged furniture though. I like where it's at now.

21. what color makes you think ’spring’?

Pastels, right? Isn't that the big thing every year? The easter bunny is usually made in pastels, I notice a lot more pastel clothing when I'm doing photoshoots too

22. describe your perfect spring outfit:

Same thing I wear every day. I don't really think about my clothes unless I need to dress up more. And even then, I just make sure I look nice enough without putting a whole lot of energy into it. most adorable looking baby animal that you ever did see?

23. what’s a drink that makes you think of spring?

Mint julep. Couldn't explain the connection to you, but I seem to have them more in the spring than any other time of year

24. how about a snack?

Easy, peeps.

#merrocktask

[willien00dle]

Little bit more of the fanfic today

Chapter One

Winter 

This was it. His first day at the new school. Winter absolutely despised it, along with everyone there. They were all awful, rude, and selfish. Especially those blasted NightWings. 

Winter had to tell himself to not engage, no matter what the back of his mind told him. He was stronger than that. He didn’t need anyone else but himself. He could do this just fine. 

His older sister Icicle went with him, as well. She was the only dragon Winter would tolerate. She was a respectable IceWing, and she didn’t give in to all those sappy emotions like some dragons. 

When they got to the entrance of the school, a NightWing with a purple underbelly and wings stood to greet them. “Hello, there!” She said, grinning widely at them. “Welcome to Jade Mountain Academy! I’m Fatespeaker, and you must be… Winter and Icicle, yes?” 

Winter nodded, but Icicle only said, “Yes” and scowled. 

“This is such a waste of time,” growled his sister as they entered, lashing her long, serrated tail. “What in the three moons above made Queen Glacier think this was a good idea?” 

Winter shook his head and shrugged, looking at his surroundings. “You think I know?” He snapped back. “I just want to survive this so I can get out.”

Once they got inside, Winter was overwhelmed by all the new sights and sounds and smells of everyone in the mountain. It was too much. There were signs hanging from each corner that told them the names of dragons, pointed them in the directions of the caves… RAGHHHH! Too much!

Sunny, one of the teachers, led him to his cave. Another dragon led Icicle to hers. Winter’s cave was… alright. But that was only the cave. The dragon he roomed with was a whole different story. 

“I’m Qibli,” exclaimed his clawmate, putting out his talon for Winter to shake. 

Winter glanced down at his hand and backed up. “Great,” he said, not making eye contact. “Why does it matter to me?”

Qibli raised a brow at Winter, but didn’t stay anything else. He nudged his shoulder and said, “Come on, I’ll show you around.” 

“I don’t need to be shown around,” he growled. “I can figure this all out for myself. Sunny, I demand to have a room with my sister instead of this SandWing.”

Sunny looked at him and chuckled. “I’m afraid that’s not quite how that works. This school was made to bring the different tribes together, so you’d better get used to each other.” 

At that, she left the two of them alone together. Winter hated Qibli already, but what else could he do? Ughh, this was outrageous. Stupid SandWing, stupid other tribes! Why did this school have to exist?!?

Winter dug his claws into the stone below him and tried to keep his anger in check. He couldn’t make anything go wrong. No, he had to prove himself. He needed to finally prove he was worth something; to his family, his tribe, his queen… he needed to do this. He could do this. He had to. 

Chapter Two

Qibli  

Qibli couldn’t think of the last time he had been away from Queen Thorn this long. Had it been two days now? Three? Was she okay without him? 

He had to shake it off. Of course she was okay. Why wouldn’t she be? She had over a dozen guards. Even though Qibli was no longer one of them. 

Qibli’s thought process was interrupted by the shuffling of his IceWing clawmate, Winter. His scales glimmered in the light of the room, making Qibli envy the scales he’d always wanted on himself. 

The IceWing quickly sorted all of his items into his side of the room, making it clear what was his and not his. He glanced back a few times to see Qibli watching him, until finally he said something. 

“Mind your own business, SandWing!” He exclaimed. “Why must you watch my every move?” 

“Sorry, Mr. Grumpypants,” said Qibli, “but how could I not watch you? All that sorting and quick movements, it’s kind of distracting.” 

“Do not call me ‘Mr. Grumpypants’!” 

“Well then, what’s your name?” 

“Winter. Prince Winter.”

“My dearest apologies, Your Highness. Shall I respond with grace to your every request?”

Winter didn’t respond this time. Qibli just saw him stamp his foot and seeth a bit before going back to his work. 

After a few minutes went by, the gong rang for lunchtime. The two of them made their way out of the cave and into the lunch area. 

There was so much prey! Pigs, chickens, cows… and ugh, fish. Not more fish! 

He went over and caught a cow between his talons, quickly killing it. He sat in an area by himself when he spotted a NightWing. She was so… unusual. She had a lighter shade of gray that ran down her back that looked almost white, and scales by her eyes of the same color. She was… beautiful. 

Qibli was amused when he saw his clawmate’s gaze on the same dragon. Did he notice her difference, too? Maybe he could bring it up to him later. 

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[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

wind sneezes please? like not powerful enough to hurt someone but enough to cause havoc. they've caught a hell of a cold and now their snzfucker so gets to take care of them.

A Few Sunny Days

A Ficlet

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Klaude groaned, feeling a familiar buzz in his nose. As much as he wanted to turn over and close his eyes, he weakly felt around for their handkerchief. As his nose began to twitch, he spread his fingers, and opened one eye.

The sheets were in a bundle at the end of the bed, and his handkerchief, which he had laid beside him, was nowhere to be found.

“Oh, gods abo-hove-!”

Klaude squeezed his flaring nostrils shut, and used his other hand to fling the blankets aside, but to no avail. In one last attempt to cover, he put both arms in front of his face and braced himself.

“Hih…hih…!”

Suddenly, Klaude heard the door creak open from behind his arms.

“Oh, you’re awake? How-”

“HYEKSH’SHOOOO!”

Klaude’s sneeze billowed from him, causing all manner of papers, napkins, and curtains to flutter into the air in a whirlwind. Bottles of medicine fell from the nightstand, crashing onto the floor. Klaude himself was even thrown a few inches off the bed, coming down with a loud thud and the squeak of springs. When he opened his eyes again, a concerned face was standing over him.

“I suppose you still don’t feel well, do you?”

Klaude sat up, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.

“Oh, doe, I feel…snf…buch better than yesterday, Leif. This is a day’s sdiffles, is all. I’ll be fide as fog after I-”

Klaude began to cough, his throat sore after the sudden sneeze. Leif clucked his tongue and pushed him back onto the bed by the shoulders.

“You aren’t nearly well enough to get out of bed,” he said, pulling the bunched up sheets over the sprite again, “much less take reign of any more storms.“

“Id’s the season for it,” Klaude protested. “Whad’s winter withoud any storms?”

Leif ran his fingers through Klaude’s matted beard. “I know, my love, I know. But you shouldn’t conjure such weather in your condition.”

Klaude sniffled, having no more energy to argue. Besides, his nose was beginning to buzz again. Leif began to clean up the mess, sweeping up shattered glass and dabbing cough syrup off the carpet.

“I can cook some stew, if you’d like. You haven’t had anything since yesterday’s tea…”

“‘M dot hungry.”

Leif swept the glass into the wooden bin next to the bed. “You must eat something, Klaude. Feed a fever, starve a cold, you know.”

Klaude grunted. Thunder rumbled outside.

“Grumpy little storm cloud,” Leif said, chuckling. “I’ll make a bit of carrot soup - I know you like that. And some lavender tea for your throat.”

Klaude settled down into the covers, sniffling.

Leif smiled and leaned down, kissing Klaude on the tip of his red nose, then rubbed his own nose against it in a slow rabbit kiss. Klaude’s nostrils twitched.

“Don’d…hih…!”

Leif wrapped his arms around him, letting Klaude’s nose bury into his chest. He could feel the nostrils quiver against his wool sweater. Klaude’s muffled protests and desperate hitching only made Leif hold him even tighter.

“Hih…HYEK’TSSSHOOO!”

The mattress squeaked as the pair bobbed from the force of the sneeze. After a few moments, Leif withdrew, but not without a large wet spot down his front. Klaude’s eyes glazed, and he sunk deeper into his pillow.

“I s’bbose,” he rasped, “I could do with a few suddy days.”

Leif looked down at his ruined sweater, then gave Klaude a look just below his eyelids.

“Yes,” he said, grinning. “I suppose you could.”

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[whenihaveyouromione]

When I Have You - Chapter 80

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Chapter 80

It was the first true sunny day of the year, and Ron had opened all the blinds and curtains, declaring it was time to start letting the sun in to warm the place up. 

Winter had been rather long and very cold, stretching all the way through to mid-April. Just last week, Ron had spotted a few flakes of snow landing on the window pane when he’d been preparing dinner and a sense of dread had washed over him. No more snow, no more cold, he thought. 

But now… it was bright, there were few clouds, and he didn’t think he’d need his coat to step into the garden anymore. The weather channel on the TV had told him not to expect anymore cold weather, and Ron always listened to them. They weren’t always exactly right, but he found whatever system the Muggle TV people used was better than the poor attempts wizards had used to predict the weather over the centuries. There just wasn’t a spell that could do it. 

The first warm day happened to be a Saturday. He’d woken up around six, most unusually, and after kissing a sleeping Hermione gently on her cheek, he’d slid out of bed and come into the conservatory once he’d brewed himself a cup of coffee. 

He wasn’t used to being alone like this, Hermione generally being up long before him, but she’d been unusually tired the past few days and had been struggling to get herself out of bed. Even the simple task of cooking dinner had exhausted her last night, and she’d spent the evening lying with her head in Ron’s lap, dozing, before he’d insisted she go to bed. 

She wasn’t getting sick, she assured him, because she never got sick. And, on the rare occasion she actually was sick, she’d go straight to the Apothecary and get one potion or another so it didn’t interfere with her day. 

“I suppose it’s just been a busy week,” she’d yawned, trudging from the living room and upstairs. 

Ron wasn’t complaining. She was finally allowing herself to rest when she sensed she was being overworked. Hermione had learned to look after herself more and more, so he wasn’t going to deter her. 

He sipped at his coffee, staring out through the glass windows and down onto the makeshift Quidditch pitch. The middle post was lopsided, and he made a note to fix it later, not that it’d make any difference if he did it today or in a year. But he always liked to imagine that one day it would get used. 

By eight o’clock, Hermione pulled herself from bed. Her movements were slow and she yawned, even after sleeping for a good ten hours. 

“Still not feeling well?” Ron asked as she sat in the chair beside him.

“Just tired,” Hermione said. “I feel fine otherwise.” 

Ron waved his wand and a moment later the coffee pot and an empty cup came into the room, setting down on the small, round table between them. “Sounds like you need coffee,” he said, pouring a cup for her. 

Hermione accepted it, warming her hands on the mug, her eyes taking in the view from the conservatory windows. 

“It really does look good,” she said, smiling. 

“What? The pitch?” Ron asked. 

She nodded. “If I knew the first thing about playing Quidditch, I think I’d like it. It looks enticing.” 

“I could teach you, you know,” Ron said, a small dot of hope forming in his chest. “I’ve always said I can teach you.”

Hermione laughed, shaking her head. “Flying and I just… don’t go well together. I’d probably land on the neighbours’ roof.”

Ron grinned. “We’d set up charms to prevent that. You’ll be fine. You’ll be with me.”

Hermione’s smile remained, and she turned her head to look at him. Dark circles had set under her eyes, and even her usually wild hair wasn’t as bushy as usual — especially after waking up. “I think I might stick to attending games when we can. That’s enough Quidditch for me.”

“You’ve come to like Quidditch, I see,” Ron said, unsure on whether or not he should comment about her appearance. Maybe he should send her back to bed, let her rest for the day…

“It’s always fascinated me,” Hermione replied. “I like watching it. I just… well, I’m not Ginny, am I?”

“Is anyone?” Ron asked with a snort. He drained his second cup of coffee that morning. “So, what do you want to do today?”

Hermione was silent, contemplative. She continued to watch the unmoving pitch outside, her fingers tapping thoughtfully on her steaming cup of coffee. “Alright,” she said. 

“Alright, what?” Ron asked, eyebrows raised. 

“You can teach me. Teach me how to fly. It’s probably about time I learnt.”

Ron stared at her, incredulous. “Are you serious?”

She nodded, her smile widening. “Before I change my mind.”

“You want to learn how to fly. Like… properly?”

Hermione nodded. “The weather’s good, I’m in the mood for it, and… you’re laughing.”

“I’m not laughing at you,” Ron assured her. “I’m just… laughing. This is great. I’ve been asking you for years and you’ve always resisted, but now you suddenly want to learn. This is great!”

“So, are you going to teach me, then?” Hermione asked, beaming.

“Of course!” Ron said. “Get dressed, and I’ll teach you. This is great,” he said again.

…

Hermione seemed to regret her decision the moment Ron placed a broom in front of her. It wasn’t like she had never been on one before, but now that he thought about it, he couldn’t remember a time since maybe first year that she’d ever been on one by herself. It was just something that she didn’t enjoy. 

She eyed the old broom as if it had personally offended her, and then looked up at Ron, her mouth opening. 

“It’s alright,” he said. “I’m not going to let you up on your own straight away. We’ll have to build up to that.” He grinned at her sceptical expression. “Having regrets?”

“No!” Hermione said quickly. “No, it’s fine.”

Ron chuckled. “You’re a terrible liar. Listen, it’s alright. You’ve just got to… you’ve just really got to believe you can do it. Flying comes naturally to so many witches and wizards. Think of Ginny. She was flying just about every day as a profession.”

“Ginny also learnt how to fly before she could walk,” Hermione said.

“Alright, fair. Come on.” Ron grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. “Here, let’s just practice holding it first.” He passed Hermione the broom. He watched her peer around nervously, as if she had an audience.

“This feels so ridiculous.”

“I’m a good teacher,” Ron assured her, not sure if that was completely true. “I taught you how to play chess, didn’t I? You can play decently now.”

Hermione looked at him for a moment, and apparently having no counter argument, mounted the broom.

Ron grinned. “It’s not even off the ground and you’re gripping it like you’re going to fall off.” He moved her hands further down and rearranged their hold. "First rule is to not think you're going to fall off."

"That's a bit hard," Hermione said quietly.

Ron smirked. "I never thought you'd be this scared."

"I'm not… I'm not scared. I just don't know how to do it. Are the enchantments up around the yard? The neighbours…"

"Stop making excuses, Hermione. Of course they're up. They're always up, and I update them once every three months to make sure. Our neighbours have absolutely no idea what we're doing."

Out of reasons not to do it, Hermione nodded, and Ron picked up another broom lying on the ground. He mounted it and smiled at her. 

"Trust me?" he asked.

Hermione nodded silently again. 

"We'll just go about a foot off the ground today, alright? Nothing big. You've done this before."

"Not for a long time, though." 

"Well, really, neither have I —" Ron admitted. "Just lift your feet up — have the determination to leave the ground, and… hover."

"Hover," Hermione repeated.

"Ready?" Ron asked. 

"Yes."

"One, two… three."

He saw Hermione close her eyes, but she did as he asked, because that was who she was. It wasn't in her nature to not do something just because it frightened her, though this seemed to be the one thing that might stall her. He found it ironic that she didn't seem to have any qualms about going in that Muggle metal contraption she called an airplane, but a broom was a big deal.

Ron reached out to steady her broom as it floated a foot into the air.

She breathed heavily, opening her eyes. 

"You have good control already," Ron told her cheerfully. "You didn't even go any higher than I said."

Hermione looked around, hovering slightly above Ron. Her grip of the broom had returned to the one of hanging on for dear life, but Ron let it slide for the moment. 

"See, not so bad, is it?" he said, grinning. "Wanna go higher?"

"No!" Hermione said quickly, and she tried to land back on the ground, though her attempt to do so resulted in her being jolted to the side. Ron held onto the broom, steadying her.

"Next lesson," he said, finding that he was enjoying teaching her. He liked the time they were spending together, the closeness between them. It just reinforced within him how strong and how amazing their relationship still was. She trusted him with something that clearly terrified her — she felt safe with him, comfortable. 

His chest swelled with love for her. 

"How do I get back down without crashing?" Hermione asked. 

"Tilt the broom down slightly," Ron instructed. 

"Won't I nose dive?" Hermione questioned.

"Just do it," Ron said.

Hermione looked at him for a moment, her eyes questioning. But then her expression softened and she once again did as he asked. She was a bit wobbly, but she ended up landing well for her first time.

"Not so hard, is it?" Ron said, beaming at her. "The higher up you are, the more you have to tilt." 

"That was…" Hermione seemed unable to find the right words.

Ron chuckled. "You're a natural," he said.

"Oh, I'm not!" Hermione protested. "Harry was a natural. I think, no matter how well you teach me, I'll always prefer to keep my two feet on the ground."

"Flying is a good way to get around, you know."

"I'll stick to Apparition."

Ron looked at her for a moment, a smile playing on his lips. Her hair had returned to its wild, bushy self and colour had returned to her cheeks. 

Without thinking much, Ron took the broom from her hand, tossed his own aside and grabbed her around the waist.

He kissed her, unable to help himself. Why did every little thing she do — no matter how insignificant — just make him feel something he didn't know he was capable of feeling? Why, after so many years, was he finding something new to love about her, or falling even more in love than what he already was? 

How was it even possible? 

But it was possible, because it was what happened to him every single day. Every day that he woke up — another day of spending his life as her husband — his feelings just grew. They changed and they grew stronger and it seemed that his heart just grew and adapted along with him. 

The flying lesson appeared to be finished as Hermione flung her arms around his neck, sinking into his kiss as if they weren't standing in the middle of their garden. 

Ron didn't even know how long they were like that for, but his mind was now on things that the charms did not prevent the neighbours from seeing.

He broke away and was about to suggest they head inside, but Hermione pulled completely away in that moment, her eyes flicking to something behind Ron.

"Harry," she said, going slightly pink. "Hi."

Ron whipped his head around to see Harry standing by the open door of the conservatory, grinning like an idiot. 

"Don't let me stop you," he said. "Should I come back another time?"

"No… Ron was just… just teaching me to fly.” Hermione’s voice trailed off and she flushed again.

"Funny," Harry said, "that's not how I remember learning."

"Do you have a reason for being here?" Ron asked irritably. "Or are you just going to make a habit of walking into our house unannounced?" 

Harry suddenly looked rather guilty. He shifted where he stood. "Listen, I can go. Sorry for not letting you know I was coming. I know Saturdays are for the two of you." He turned to leave, and Hermione looked up at Ron with a determined look. 

He sighed. "Wait… what's up, mate?"

Harry turned back. Now that he was looking properly, Ron realised that there must have been a reason Harry had come over. It wasn’t like him to just come by unannounced — especially on a Saturday. As he stood by the conservatory door, he shifted from one foot to the other as if he was nervous. 

“Nothing,” Harry said, unconvincingly. “I just thought I’d come to see my two best friends — see how you were going, you know…”

Ron and Hermione stared at him, but said nothing. 

Harry wiped his brow and once he realised that neither of them had believed a word of that, his shoulders slumped, his face taking on an expression of defeat.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” Hermione asked. Before Harry could answer, she moved towards Harry, heading back for the house.

Ron followed, shooting Harry a questioning look as he passed. With his wand, he closed and locked the conservatory doors and joined Hermione in the kitchen, who was just boiling a pot of water with her own wand. 

“Er… everything okay?” Ron asked Harry tentatively. 

“Yes,” Harry said. “I mean… it should be, but… is it normal to feel… concerned?”

“Concerned about what?” Hermione asked, pouring water into three separate teacups. 

“What’s to come.”

“You mean the fact that you’re having a baby in less than a month?” Ron guessed.

Harry nodded. 

“I think it’s pretty normal,” Ron said, smiling. “I mean, your whole life is about to be turned upside down for the next seventeen years at least. It’s not going to be a walk in the park, is it?”

Hermione passed around the tea, though Ron didn’t even feel like it. He was still watching Harry. 

“What bothers you about it the most?” Hermione asked. 

Harry shook his head. “All of it. I mean, I’ve got no idea what I’m doing. I didn’t exactly grow up with strong father figures in my life, did I?”

“You did alright considering,” Ron reasoned. 

“What if I’m terrible at it?” Harry blurted out suddenly. 

Ron could only sympathise with his best friend — sharing an understanding that he’d never voiced himself. Over the time that he and Hermione had been trying to have a baby, thoughts such as what Harry was voicing had entered his mind on more than one occasion. They terrified him at times, and he wasn’t weeks away from having a living, breathing human in his care. He could only imagine Harry’s sudden terror at becoming a father.

“You won’t be, Harry,” Hermione said. “You’ll be far from terrible.”

Harry shook his head again. “I was excited to begin with. I was thrilled, actually. I thought it was great. But these past few weeks, I just keep getting these thoughts in my head. Ginny seems so calm, so on top of it —”

“She’s probably freaking out on the inside,” Ron said. 

“She’ll be great. She’s so confident. But me… what do I do?”

“Love your kid?” Ron said with a shrug. “That’s a good start. I’m sure the rest will come to you.”

“It’s not something you’re supposed to have all the answers to,” Hermione added. “Not from the beginning.” She considered her words for a moment. “You probably won’t know every answer… ever.”

“So there’s not some huge book you’ve found, Hermione? That has every question asked by every parent throughout all of time?” Harry groaned.

She smiled. “I don’t think so.”

“I just can’t help but continuously think of everything that could go wrong. I’ve had Teddy, yeah, but… well, Teddy’s older now. And I always had Andromeda to go to if I didn’t know. I also never had him longer than a few nights at once. This is completely different. More…”

“Terrifying?” Ron guessed.

Harry nodded. “And then I just worry about… well… I worry about what would happen to our baby if something were to ever happen to me and Ginny… you know…” He looked between them, shifted, “like what happened to me.” The last part was said softly, as if Harry was ashamed to say it out loud. Ron suspected that he’d not voiced these concerns to Ginny, which really, she should have been the first person he told. 

The idea that his son would grow up without parents was probably more terrifying for Harry than facing a group of Death Eaters or Black Robes alone. His childhood had been horrendous — filled with neglect and abuse — and if anything were to ever happen to him or Ginny, then it would be a natural concern of Harry’s about the fate of his child. 

“That won’t happen, Harry,” Hermione said gently, seeming to understand like Ron had. 

Harry looked at her. “You don’t know that,” he whispered. 

“Yeah we do,” Ron said. “You made us godparents, didn’t you?”

Harry said nothing.

“Nothing’s going to happen to you or Ginny, mate, but if it ever did, you have us.”

“You always have us, Harry,” Hermione added. 

“Your son — our nephew and godson — would never find himself in a place where he didn’t feel loved. Surely you know that.”

Again, Harry didn’t speak. Despite it being incredibly obvious, it seemed to be news to Harry. Like he hadn’t actually expected them to take the role they’d been assigned seriously. 

“He’d live with us,” Ron continued, spreading his arms around the kitchen. “Here. In this place. I hope it never comes to it, but he’d live with us until he wanted to leave. He’d go to school, he’d have everything he could want and ask for.”

“He’d be loved no matter what,” Hermione said. “He will be loved. By you and Ginny, by us —”

“By the ever-growing Weasley clan.”

“You have nothing to worry about, Harry."

"You know that, right?"

Harry looked between them, his fear about what might happen to his child seeming to dissipate ever so slightly. A small smile crossed his lips. "Thanks," he said.

Ron and Hermione both nodded. Then Hermione said, "I think it's pretty normal to feel a little nervous as it gets closer. You start worrying about every little thing, I could imagine."

"A little," Harry said, now a little sheepishly. 

"And probably worse for you," Hermione added, "considering everything that's happened. You'll be great, Harry. You really will. You're so good with Teddy and he loves you. And so will your son."

Ron patted Harry's arm comfortingly. 

"I'm sorry to bother you," Harry said. "I just… I couldn't shake the feeling of something going horribly wrong."

"You know you're welcome over here whenever you want," Ron said. 

Harry smiled. "Well… I suppose I should get back. I did tell Ginny I was coming over just to return this to you." He pulled a quill from his pocket and gave it to Hermione. Ron had given it to him once when Harry had been over and needed to scribble a note down. It was insignificant — one of many Hermione owned and would never miss. 

"I forgot you even had it," Ron said. “You can keep it if you want…”

“I’m good,” Harry replied. “Got plenty myself, thanks.”

“Harry,” Hermione said, rolling the quill between her fingers. “You’re going to be fine. Really… you will. Nothing will happen. He won’t have the life you did. He will…”

“He will know a much better one,” Ron assured him. “We’ll all make sure of it.”

“Thanks,” Harry said. “I think… I think I needed to hear that.” He looked between them, smiling for a moment, before his smile faltered. “Listen… I’m sorry…”

“Stop apologising, Harry,” Hermione said. “You know you can come whenever you want. We don’t mind.” She hugged him. “Now go back home and try to stop worrying. In less than a month, you’ll have your son and he’ll be perfect. You’ll love him so much.” She hugged him again and after thanking them one more time, Harry finally left. 

Once they heard the woosh of the fireplace, Ron leaned his arms against the kitchen bench and looked at Hermione. “You’ve got to feel for him,” he said. “It must be some kind of torture to have all that going through your head so close to the birth of your first kid.”

“I understand it, though,” Hermione said. “I mean… I think if I had grown up like Harry, I’d be worried about history repeating itself, too.”

“Yeah… I mean, it’s hard not to think about it, even for me. I don’t want our future kids getting into the trouble we did. Couldn’t imagine not wanting them to not even grow up like I did on top of all that.”

Hermione smiled vaguely, then frowned briefly, before smiling again and leaning across the bench to kiss Ron. “Thanks for this morning. I enjoyed it.”

Ron laughed. “No you didn’t. But, it was fun. Especially the end. Can we continue that? I liked that part.”

Hermione kissed him again, but then pulled away — a signal that no, they could not continue.

“I’m just feeling a little tired,” she said. “I might just go and lie down… I’m sorry, Ron.”

“It’s alright,” Ron replied, standing back up straight. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I think so. Just work getting the better of me. What’s new?” She left the kitchen and Ron listened as she ascended the stairs. 

Yes, what was new? At least now she actually allowed herself to rest. A few years ago any amount of pestering wouldn’t have convinced her, let alone her doing it on her own accord. 

He smiled to himself. Maybe he was a better teacher than he realised.

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[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 3: Gems

Narrated by Krista.

~Content Warning: extreme poverty, loss, depression, emotional abuse~

Narrator: Once we passed through the narrow block, there were fewer people. After so many years, this place still looked the same as it was in my memory.

Narrator: The streets were as dilapidated as it used to be, and the air was so unpleasant. The poor and sick curled up in corners, shivering, even though the freezing winter had already passed.

Krista: Why are people still suffering from the cold and starvation with all these gems?

Louis: Life indeed had been better a few years back. Some people made a living by carving gems for nobles. But last year, the royal family launched a conscription campaign, taking men and property from civilian households.

Narrator: A biting wind still lingers in the slums, as though the spring has abandoned these people. There was a half-collapsed bungalow nearby with a touch of green color peeking out of the rubble.

Krista: That was... my home...

Narrator: What happened here...? The house in my dreams, the place where I spent those happy days with my parents... It held the only comforting memories I had of my childhood...

Narrator: The bricks scattered on the ground were like the broken pieces of my past, stabbing my heart like sharp knives.

Narrator: Another half of the house still stood, though barely. Then out of a small corner emerged a barefoot girl.

Narrator: She looks so skinny and delicate, clutching a few bouquets of light-colored flowers.

Little Girl: Fresh flowers for Worship Day. Want to buy some?

Narrator: I used to be just like her... It seemed nothing had changed here. The same despair that struck me years before had befallen another innocent child.

Narrator: Tears well up in my eyes. Two glistening gems fell onto the hem of the girl’s ragged skirt.

Narrator: As I was about to hand them to the poor kid a blade was thrust before me, with the cold voice of a guard.

Guard: Gems are a gift from Arionus. Only the nobles are allowed to touch them. I’m arresting you for the illegal possession of gems!

Narrator: Louis opened his way through the guards surrounding us, and shielded me and the little girl.

Louis: Sir, can’t you recognize the envoy’s clothes? As the Day of Worship approaches, everyone should heed the gospel of Arionus.

Narrator: As soon as that was said, the arrogant guard froze. In an instant, his expression turned from a vicious scowl to a cautious frown.

Guard: Still, a lowly commoner does not have the right to touch Arionus’ gift. Since you are the envoy who serves the saintess, you should be back in the tower.

Louis: Of course. And please take these two gems back to the temple.

Narrator: Louis turned around, his eyes filled with guilt. I knew what he was trying to say, so I nodded without a word.

Narrator: The guards escorted me back to the tower as if I was a criminal. They observed me and Louis closely to see if we were lying, but none of them dared to ask.

Narrator: I thought there would be severe punishment, but the High Priest just closed the gate of the tower with a sullen look in front of the soldiers and did nothing.

Narrator: The tragedy play was no longer performed in the tower, and I never saw Louis again.

Narrator: Days felt like years inside the tower. There was even a time when I hoped that the High Priest would come and condemn me for my transgression. That’d at least give me a chance to air the grievances bottled up inside me.

Narrator: But no one came, and I found the confinement even more suffocating. Finally, the Day of Worship arrived.

Narrator: It was a sunny evening. The rays of the setting sun filled the streets of the capital city, making everything glow like gold.

Narrator: They made me put on a cumbersome gown, and sat me in an elephant-drawn carriage made of gold to be worshiped by the people of Delmond.

Narrator: I was told to keep silent. As the golden carriage passed down the street, only those well-dressed people sang loud praises of God.

Narrator: When I looked up, I saw in the distance a bunch of people in ragged clothes praying in silence. They were being shunned by the rest of the crowd and seemed so far away.

Krista: “With a devout heart, I humbly pray to you and ask for your mercy. Please see the suffering of the masses and heed their grievances...”

Krista: “Please hear my prayers and forgive our ignorance. Please shower your blessings down on us and bring Delmond back to life...”

Choose either “How ironic” or “You can’t save them.”

If “ironic,” ...

You: How ironic! Those who truly need salvation are even never allowed to approach you, the saintess!

Narrator: But it is only my wish to preserve their happiness that supported me to bear the duty in this cold tower.

If “can’t,” ...

You: The gems bestowed by you will never reach the poor. No matter how hard they pray, you can’t save them.

Narrator: But why...? Arionus’ blessings even differ among the poor and the rich?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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[the-path-inside]

Can you describe the person you love?

She has a wonderful mind. That was the first thing that had me look forward to our conversations when we first met (and re-met, years later). She’s smart. Intuitive. Creative. I’m always excited to hear her thoughts and ideas. To hear her own excitement in her voice as she talks about subjects that interest her or me. Or to see her paintings, or other creations.

She’s beautiful. We live in such an astonishingly gorgeous world, but I’ve never set my eyes on something that touches me quite as much as her pretty smile. Or her adorable laugh. Or her soft eyes. The way she sometimes wiggles her nose. Or the hands that look like they were made to be held.

I love her kindness, and the way she takes care of those she’s close to. Her understanding, the way she makes it easy to be myself and not feel judged. I love her resilience in the face of her struggles, and how she is always making the effort to grow.

Really though I’m not sure if a few words like this does her any justice. So if you want to know what the person I love is like, I’ll make a few suggestions:

Get off your computer or phone, and go to a peaceful place in nature, surrounded by plants, and animals, and trees. Pick a day when it’s warm and sunny, but not too hot. That warmth of the sun, that brilliantly serene feeling of sitting at peace in nature. That’s her.

Or pick up an enthralling book on a day when it’s raining outside, wrap yourself up in your blankets, make a nice hot drink, and relax, letting the rain play its melody as you read. That cosy feeling? That’s her.

When it’s an especially cold winter, try warming yourself up by a real fireplace. With its relaxing crackling, and that feeling of being home and warm at last. That’s her.

Or spend a night with your closest friends, getting loud and silly, maybe a little drunk. You know, one of those nights where you stay out in the balcony talking until the sun rises, and every word feels electric. That’s her.

She’s my best friend, the person I trust most in the world, the person I most look forward to talking to each day. She’s helped me learn to love myself more, helped me grow, and become a better person.

If I only had one word to boil this all down to: Home. She feels like home, more than any place ever has.

I could say so much more, but it would only ever be scratching the surface. I feel grateful every day to know such a warm and wonderful soul. She is my greatest adventure, and safest place rolled into one.

#Love #Nine #Personal #Thoughts

[sad-days-diary]

I don't like sulky friends.

So I'll start with a little introduction.

I'm Luna (not my real name ofc).

I live in a hostel. I just have 3 close friends here( let's name them- Siri, Shiny, Sunny) (yes, all their names start with an S). We all are on the same floor.

My first friend here was Siri, so naturally I'm closest with here. She was the first person with whom i had so many common interests - books, kpop, kdramas, webtoons, Harry Potter, anime, BTS. We clicked really quick. And our world views kind of matched too. This was my first time making friends in the last 5 years.

Shiny was a little intimidating to talk to. But i really wanted to be friends with her. I thought she didn't like me at first because, for one, we didn't talk very much and secondly, she really does have a resting b**ch face. She's a real pro in hostel life so i think she wasn't exactly looking to make friends (unlike me). But gradually we starting talking, it started with food, then kdramas, then we started having common teachers. There was a lot to talk about. I like her, she's really just so chill about everything and she never undermines her opinions even against majority (i aspire to be like that someday, but for now I'm fine staying silent).

Sunny lives infront of my room. It took me around a month to properly talk to her. It's just we didn't have any interests in common, so we just used to say Hi in the hallways and that was it. But again, food melted the ice. I really like being around her, even though we don't have much common interests we really are alike in other aspects- our priorities(studies), humour. And ++++ she's really humble. I feel at ease with her.

I wanted to rant about Siri. She's a nice person, I won't take that from her, but only to those she wants to be nice to. I don't really find anything wrong with that but then she's constantly judging some people even though they haven't really done anything to her (or anyone) except for existing and having a personality she doesn't like. There's this girl in our hostel, she's annoying, I don't like the way she talks, it's like she is looking down on the other person. Naturally, Siri doesn't like her either. She used to call her names and make faces at her indirectly. It's fine if it's just a few times and just with us, but then she started doing it everytime we saw that girl, which was everyday- during dinner. A point came where she very loudly called her something bad (not pointing at here, just looking at her food) and everybody was looking at her and seeing whom she was referring to. It was too much for me. To hate a real person who hasn't done any real harm to you is not something I like. We told her we didn't like that. Few days later, she made a face again on seeing her, I was really annoyed, I asked her what problem does she have with her. She just says " it's just her face, those dots" with a disgusted expression. I was disappointed, really, i thought she was a better person. We told her that that's really rude. She stopped talking after that. I guess she reflected on that, she hasn't done anything more yet.

There are times I don't like her at all. But then we get together and have so much fun that i feel guilty about having such thoughts about her. I guess it was because because she didn't do any wrongdoings against me.

But today, i don't feel guilty anymore.

That's why I'm writing it all down here to get it out of my chest and forget everything and just focus on my goal.

I was sick today. It's winter, so it's really common to get a cough and cold, right? That's what i had. Me, Siri and Sunny went for evening snacks. We went out to buy some essentials too. Then we went to our rooms. An hour later my parents tell me to get some meds. It was already dark out, so i didn't want to go alone. And it would just take 5 mins to get everything and come back so i didn't want all of them to tag along. I didn't want to disturb Sunny and Siri again (they could've been studying), so, I went to ask Shiny whether she would like to come or not. She was ready instantly, so we went and got meds real quick. When Siri got to know this she got really upset, visibly upset.

Before moving ahead let me just add that this was not the first she got upset at me and Shiny for going out alone. There was one more time when we were all going for evening snacks, but she was sleeping so she didn't want to come. After the snacks Sunny went up, to her room (she had to study). Me and Shiny didn't want to go to our rooms, so we went out, had some beverages. We ofc snapped all of those to Siri and Sunny. So this was the time she first got upset at us. I understand that.

Coming back to today, she's upset again. I understand that too, but this time it's not really on us for going out alone. You cannot always ask everybody whether they want to come or not when you just have to buy one small thing. We (me and Shiny) went to her room after dinner, because she's upset with us and also a little bit sick. We didn't want her to feel alone. She opened her door but she was talking to her family. So, we decided to wait at her door (we shy, we didn't want her family to see us, also I don't think she wanted us to enter (that's fair)). We waited there for about 20 mins. When our warden came for night attendance, she came out, signed, and locked the door. We were still standing. Infront of her door. I felt really disrespected.

I don't want to apologise to her anymore. I get it that she's sick and it's normal to be sulky when sick, but it's not like this is the first time. We were apologizing even though we had done nothing wrong. I don't like friends whom i have to babysit.

I feel really restless. I don't want anyone to ever read this. But secretly, i do.

I don't hate her. But these childish sulking really annoys me. If you want alone time just tell us, if you are upset just tell us. But no! She just had this sulking face and waited with us at dinner table. Then to just close her door at our faces when we had been waiting there silently for that long. People need to understand that your friends aren't going to treat you like your parents do when you are sulking. Buying you food or gifts and apologising to. No one wants a friendship where you are just tiptoeing around the other person in case their inner child wakes up (which in her case is pretty often) and then having to babysit them.

This is frustrating. Because i know tomorrow or the day after, it would be her whom i would be vibing to Run BTS in my room. I like spending time with her. But that's just it. I don't think i have really strong friendly feelings for her.

Maybe I'm just really angry right now.

Let's see what tomorrow holds.