#i can almost smell it the books the plants the earth

[solar-sunnyside-up]

Got this idea from @solarpunkani but now I've gotten the image in my head I can't get it out

Libraries with herbs growing up the walls and fruit trees blooming inside and mint plants you can pick and chew in while reading a book. A section with a butterfly garden you could read in!!

Convos in the sunken living room bathed in colorful sunlight and surrounded by plants

#solarpunk #gardening #hopepunk #libraries #media #cottagecore #earthships #sorry but i had toooo #i can almost smell it the books the plants the earth

[shinjisdone]

Two Humans in the Demon Realm - Fantasy And Nightmare

What if by the time Luz Noceda the human emerged into the demon realm...some other human did, too? However, instead of being joyful of being surrounded by all they love and taken in by a kind and openhearted witch...they are terrified of this place, taken in by the ruler of the realm?

[Basically I watched TOH again and dammit HUNTER SHALL HAVE A FRIEND I SAY NOT UNTIL S2 but NOW I SAY NOW]

BECOMING THE GOLDEN GUARD'S/HUNTER'S HUMAN FRIEND BECAUSE I SAID SO

The ground was red.

You swore you heard something akin to a growl from the plants.

The sea seems to be boiling and there is no way out, no matter how much you twist and turn.

There is no escape.

And as your fears turn into reality as raindrops hit your skin and burn your flesh away as you read in the book back home, you run and cry.

This is a nightmare.

This isn't earth. Nowhere this place could be, could be earth!

And if what that book said was true...

There are no humans but just one. From decades ago.

Perhaps you heard of the demon realm - through stories, gossip, theories, relatives that are aware of magic and witchcraft.

Maybe you believed in it, or maybe you thought it'd be humbug. The few magical instances in your life you witnessed - those were just show, right? A trick of the mind?

Or real magic after all.

But it did not matter. The moment you opened your eyes, you were stuck here.

On a rotting, red, boiling island that seemed far, far too familiar in that book you've read. Either out of interest or boredom. Maybe someone wanted to prove it to be real or you wanted to know if it was really fake.

Yet here you are and the smell, touch, sight and taste you sense were accurate to that stupid book.

And if that were the case, then certainly the rest of demons, magic and curses was real, too.

Being all alone in a strange place, stuck in it, is definitely going to be hard for you. No friends, allies or family around with only this stupid, stupid book in your hands that got you trapped here in the first place. As much as you hated it, it did give insight of the many qualities of the isles and therefore saving your skin a dozen times.

"The rain seems to be toxic. I have seen none indulge in its coolness but rather, hide from it. Witch and demon alike."

"The ground is very...solid. Almost bone-like...I do fear the entire island may be nothing but a macabre graveyard."

"I was not quite welcome here...nothing and no one hunted me down but I presume if my curiousity pushes for it, they will begin to."

The impressed yet depressing writing of the author did not help but they always managed to decribe things objectively with great detail that saved you again and again. Especially the pages including magic spells.

The many complicated and confusing glyphs written in it daunted you at first. Magic, you believe, is what got you in this mess in the first place but after careful thinking, procrastination, blocking it all out and finding yourself in a situation that forced you to cast magic - such one that could cost you your life - you've grown to be a bit more accepting of the concept of these...glyphs. Little by little, though.

So after some time, you finally, finally gained enough courage to...enter their society.

The market seemed to be fine for now. Hiding your ears behind a cape and hood YOU HAD TO MAKE YOURSELF USING THIS STUPID BOOK (which actually turned out quite impressive even when you did have to use magic) you entered. Turning into the wrong directions though you ended up in a even sketchier part of the night market.

The constant bellowing of...demons wanting to sell you things was familiar enough from earth (even when their...four eyes and gills decorated from their chin down to their chest where you can...see their heart beating...was a not so familiar sight) but the constant showing off of magic was not. You did not know everything and this (stupid) book did not detail everything either so you did your best to avoid anything magical. Which was harder than imagined considering this is a market for amplifiers and potions and whatnot.

Avoiding it all let you to an dead end of an alley...and right in the middle of a criminal act!

'Wild witches' as they were called and a red light engulfed all of you quickly from above. Figures clad in dark and masks that you recognized as that of guards of this realm appeared, those that you often had to run away from as well. Desperately tugging the book under your cloak you hoped you could use th scuffle to get out of there as fast and quietly as possible. These 'wild witches' and guards could thrash each other as much as they like, you won't stop them!

Yet from above, a cold gale with a flash of gold swept up from behind you, shoving a staff into your face.

"I wouldn't do anything stupid now if I were you."

Damnit!

Fine, the potion you begrudgingly needed three days to make had to come in handy now!

Whisking a flask to the ground, you made a run for it. You could hear coughing and cursing as the vapor ingulfed them, followed soon by another echoing sound before the same golden mask appeared in front of you again.

In a mere blink of an eye, they swung their staff and a biting wind knocked you to the ground. You quickly clung onto your book as the guard rose their staff above their head.

"One more of that trick and you're ash." They lowly let out, "Can't believe there are still wannabees out there that-"

They halt and you freeze, a shiver running up your spine. Even when all they did was stand still as a statue, the very fact that they were clad and gold and white with real, heavy armor and with a staff compared to the local guards around the isles was enough to leave you frightened.

This one means business. It must be.

But what are they? Nowhere are these people ever talked about in the book!

"...Human..."

You jerked up. Even their whispers were threatening.

Slowly but surely, the guard lowered their weapon. Though their face remained hidden by the mask resembling an owl, there was just a feeling, and underlying but undeniable feeling that made your stomach churn that whatever expression they might be having, their intentions are not in your interest.

"You're a human."

Your breath hitches. The cloak had fallen off from their spell, leaving it damp and abandoned further down in the alley. You didn't this would happen, you followed the instructions bit by bit. It felt like time stood still as the person before you hummed.

Finally, they raised their head again. "...You don't want trouble. Surely you don't?"

You shook your head.

"Then you're lucky you ran into me. Either you come with me or its the Conformatorium for you." They pointed the glowing tip of their weapon at you before playfully swinging it around, "And then, you know, zapped to dust, thrown into the sea to boil alive or petrified - there isn't much use for humans here."

Finally, you manage to speak. "You're not serious, are you?"

They sigh and motion for you to get up, doing so more threateningly when you did not obey the first time. "I'm not known for playing around." The red glow of the staff zapped towards your body, slung around your wrists like a snake before they jabbed you to keep walking out of the night market. "The Golden Guard can't afford to play around."

The next events were something you could only describe as hectic. Put on some kind of zeppelin (though it looked like a ship with wings) with magical...ropes(?) on you and head off to somewhere. Somewhere this guy claimed to be better than the 'Conformatorium'.

You had asked him what the point of taking you was but he was a bit too nonchalant for your taste.

"Oh, you'll see", He let out, "The Conformatorium is for witches and demons useless for the covens. But lucky for you, you might end up being useful, human."

It's all he said as he turned his back to you, controlling the ship with an carefree tune.

"I have a name, you know."

You spat out, couldn't take his attitude anymore. What is wrong with people in this realm?

The Golden Guard halted for a moment, stopping his melody abruptly. He waved his hand. "And?"

In turn, you scoffed out your name and telling him he might as well use it instead.

"What, does everyone also go around avoiding your name and calling you 'Golden Guard' instead or whatever?"

Once again he halted, longer than you anticipated. It was one request, a mere question but it left this guard guy guessing. He tilted his head absent-mindedly. You wondered what he'd need to ponder about for so long.

"...I do my job well," He started softly, "Well enough to be the only one worthy to be called the Golden Guard."

The trip was short and you did not know what to think of it. Glad to not bear this guy's attitude any longer or fearing for your life as a mere human in a place full of witches.

And covens? Use? Use for what? What is this...giant building, seeming more grande than anything else you've seen on the isles?

The rest followed by command. The Golden Guard shooed you to an different entrance than what you assumed tha main one was. The staff pressed against your back as you had no choice but to obey. With what could you defend yourself anyhow? An ancient book and bound hands?

The interior was akin to a palace of the medieval times, you noted. Individuals masked and clad in similiar white and gold worked routinely like soldiers in the hallways though your Golden Guard guy made sure nobody saw you. None of this was written in the book and though you have heard a few mumble in fear of the 'Emperor's Coven' you thought none of it. As long as you stayed away from it, you'd be safe. Yet here you were.

With a jab to the back, your oh so sweet companion ushered you up hidden stairs. Once entered the door behind you closed shut (with magic. Of course. Even in movies you never liked it when doors unexplainedly closed) and you went up ahead. The guard seemed to speed up more and more - along with getting ever so closer to a bright light ahead, you grew more anxious. This was it, wasn't it? You were going to die.

This would be your end, thrown into an hellscape away from family and friends. Treated like something worse than trash before your inevitable death.

Your companion rushed ahead of you, stepping into the room and immediately kneeling down. He moved his staff, causing you to tumble next to him, the magic ropes around your wrists tightening. "My Emperor," He let out in the most reverant voice you've heard him speak, "I apololgize for the sudden intervention but I have found something that might be of great interest to you regarding...the plan."

Looking up the dimly lit room, following the golden floor and walls, clad in immaculate red carpets and a set of stairs lied a throne. Tall and towering and on it, a man even more frightening.

He leaned his masked head against his armored hand, comfortably sitting on gold. His pale blue eyes glowed like that of a predator, you swore it at first sight.

"Your little friend will help accomplish our plan?"

"It is not anyone, sir." The Golden Guard pushed you forward and exposed your ears, "It is a human."

The exchange was scarier than anything else you'd seen on the isles.

The man on the throne was as swift as the wind as he stood up and approached you. He'd examine you, ask you question on who and what you are.

"Where do you come from, child, and when was that?"

He'd tilt his head and hum at your answers but did not make it known that he noticed your shaking and stuttering. However, his eyes lit up even more when he saw that book tightly hidden in your bag.

"Oh? What's this now?" With a flick of his finger, the book floated up to his eye level, pages after pages turned as he read them ever so quietly.

He'd definitely would ask you from where you got this book.

In the end it did not matter. Found it at a library, abandoned at a bus stop, given by clerk or friend. However, the man would raise a brow if you said that this book had been in your family for years.

Only if that were the case, though.

"Interesting. Well, welcome to the Emperor's Castle. Do make yourself at home."

...Wh-what?

The Golden Guard was just as confused as you. Stammering, he got up. "U- Emperor, what, here? Wh-what do you mean 'make yourself at home'?"

"It is what I said. Have you never had any guests, Golden Guard? You don't keep them prisoner," The man lifted his hand and the ropes around you vanished, "and you certainly take care of them. Like preparing a room for example." He put his arms behind his back, staring down at the younger man expectantly. He in turn, bowed and helped you up.

The...king of this castle you presumed, waved you goodbye. "We'll see what we can do for now. I'll gladly keep you here in my castle, safe and sound from the wilderness outside as long you can help me, little human."

Your companion excused the both of you and hurried you out of the throne room. Discreetly leading you inside an unused room, he shut the door.

"You're really lucky." He sighed, "...Anyone else wouldn't get...this treatment."

He sounded surprised and slightly melancholic but you didn't care - instead you can bombard him with any questions you like but he won't answer. Instead he shook his head and rose his open palm. "Listen, human. We're going to see how much of use you're going to be to the Emperor. But right here and now, the two of us are going to make some rules that he doesn't need to know of."

You can complain as much as you like but here you are in no position to refuse.

The Golden Guard listed each rule he abided to you.

'Do not leave the the castle, let alone the room. No one but him and the Emperor can know of your existence.'

'Tell each and every little secret you have to him first.'

'Don't cause trouble. He can get permission to stop treating you like a guest if you do'.

And lastly: 'Obey the Emperor.'

Your expression sours. This isn't what you wanted.

None of this was supposed to happen.

"Well, you'll get by. After all, as long as the Emperor allows it, you'll be kept safe. It's, ugh, my duty now too, to protect you. But be sure to stay in line because I can easily withdraw that priviledge."

Here you were. In this room.

It did have a bed, closet and desk with a chair. Much better than taking shelter in the rain under a firm bone or illegally breaking into someone's basement or shed. However, it was much more barren than any shed you broke into.

The Golden Guard would come in two to three times a day (WITHOUT KNOCKING) and bring you food and water. Either sternly ordering you around or playfully degrading you with a tap on the head with his staff. "Don't worry, the food is digestible for your human organs!" His enthusiasm didn't make the food taste any better though.

Aside from this, he'd ask you questions which you could only refuse or answer vaguely. He'd remind you of the safety the Emperor is providing you...but you can't admit that this 'Emperor' man felt sketchy to you. The book you always had with you was something you kept only for your eyes to see. It was your key in getting out of the demon realm and not matter what, you swore to yourself you wouldn't give it away or lose sight of it.

However, one day you had a request of your own.

"You remember our rules, don't you, human? No leaving this room."

"You can't expect to keep me here - thats keeping me prisoner, not as a guest!"

"I can tell you all about the great Emperor's Coven here. Besides, the Emperor plans to have a talk with you again."

You sigh. What's the point of escaping the room and getting lost in this giant castle right after? As well as risking being kicked out into the deadly outside of the isles?

But staying here would make you mad. Stuck in a system that you know nothing about...and you're supposed to just obey and take it?

"Can't you at least...show me around? I'd leave the room, yes, but you'd be with me. We wouldn't leave the castle and you can just keep an eye on me if you must. It's just...tiring to be here and not know what the rest of everything looks like." You looked out the window you were prohibited from opening. At least light went through, something akin to what you could deem a sun. "I still don't like this realm...but knowing nothing of it doesn't put me at ease even when I'm safe here."

Looking back you reckoned the Golden Guard was pondering about your request even behind the mask. You couldn't believe you were about to beg.

"Please, Golden Guard?"

Something about that look on your face felt too familiar.

With a heavy sigh he looks away - yet quickly regained his usual vigor. "Well, it would be a shame to be stuck in the great Emperor's Castle with the Golden Guard as your host and not see any of it."

He waved you over his shoulder to follow before swiftly spinning around with a stern voice. "But don't stray out of my sight. Disobey once and you're back in your room, human."

Hoooh boy, it worked.

Although a cloak and a mask was shoved into your hands, you gladly wore it if it meant getting out of the barren, same old room. As he said, the Golden Guard did not let you out of his sight but did insist on leading you. After all, you are pretending to be a newbie covenmember and the Golden Guard can't be seen walking side-by-side with someone beneath his status, hah!

He blabbered on and on about the many sights and objects you face with every turn of the hallways, some more interesting than the other. Your guard however, explained in great detail and with much vigor himself. "To the right we have the Healing Hat and if our guest were to turn to the left, they can admire the Oracle Sphere..."

He continued on with great detail as he waved his hand around as if that information was swimming carefreely in his brain. "Uhm, Golden Guard?" "Yes, newbie?" You ignored the sarcasm, "You witches can do magic because of that heart-addition-gall-thing-" "A sac connected to the heart filled with magical bile, which you lack." "Right. Then why do you need these magical items?"

He sighed. "They can be seen as amplifiers. They're made out of ingredients from the isles which can exceed magical abilities far greater than of any witch, besides Emperor Belos of course. It's easier than to train forever in a coven, so a short cut in a way." He shrugged.

You pondered about his answer, pursing your lips as you somewhat hesitated to ask again.

"...What are covens?"

In an blink of an eye the Golden Guard spun around and you could just imagine his dropped jaw. He let out something of a chortle. "Are you serious? You don't know anything of the Boiling Isles, do you, human?"

You sure were sick of his insults.

"If you were thrown into my realm, you wouldn't know a thing about my home either, would you, witch?"

Taking a step back, your companion hummed. "Hmph, fine. Then I'd better teach you about things here you should and shouldn't do before you get yourself killed. Can't afford to have you walk off and do something stupid, that'd be getting in the way of the plan...so follow my lead, human! I can show you the ropes."

So here you were, taking a longer patroul than planned as your teacher told you all there was to know - which was already a flood of information to take in and remember and you only started with the Emperor's Coven.

As witty his remarks were and how much he loved to throw them at you, the Golden Guard was truly a great teacher. He had a way to inprint each little trivia into your brain and even when you struggled to understand something, he managed to teach it to you in a way that you could grasp. The guy was quite knowledgable himself and it seemed his thirst for magical knowledge couldn't be easily quenched. He had an high opinion on both the Emperor's Coven and magic itself.

At the end of each day you made sure to write each new knowledge down in your book. It brings a smile on your face to see the book continued on from the detailed drawings and pretty, cursive writing to your little doodles and quick notes. It weirdly felt like being back in school and studying and while the change of environment and subjects weredaunting, the familiar routine brought you a bit of comfort.

The instances that brought no comfort were the 'meetings' with the 'king man'.

The Golden Guard drilled it into your head that he shall be adressed as 'Emperor Belos' yet no title could cease his suspicious aura. The man in question never seemed to take offense however.

He began with easy questions. Name, age, where you're from specifically and your time here in the demon realm. Often he found interest in your book but you hesitated to share its contents. The ruler always backed off when you refused.

It was also always very strange when the powerful witch emperor used your name and the Golden Guard didn't.

"Thanks for your time. It's always interesting to hear your perspective from your realm and how you perceive ours. You're really lucky you ended up here in my castle."

Belos also always reminded you of how safe you are in his domain.

If you show any disdain for the demon realm he surprisingly understands. A poor human like you couldn't survive out there for any longer...he can imagine the struggle.

He'd also be interested how far the human realm is on it's moderness. Is it the same as in the demon realm?

His number one question is how you got here in the first place though. You genuinely do not know nor remember but you do keep the secret that it had something to do with the book. Even when you did not know how.

Nevertheless, no matter how much Belos tries to win your favor and trust to look into the book and how you got here, you cannot bring yourself to trust him. The mannerism, the way he talks and walks and knowing he is an emperor just did not sit right with you.

It was never pleasant to meet with him even when he pretends it is.

So the routine stayed the same for a while until something happened.

How it happened is up to you. You snuck onto the airship to finally get out of that castle, the book or some magical item led you to it, you needed to see the Golden Guard for whatever reason or you accidentally got on it. The how doesn't matter, the fact that you are here is what would drive Belos' right-hand man mad.

"What- are you doing here?!" He squeaks out but no explanation would actually calm him. This is an mission he's on and no matter what he cannot let Belos' guest get involved in it! Think about the danger! "Oh, no, no, this isn't good. I already wasn't supposed to show you around the castle but this - this is inexcusable! No, I can't...you aren't supposed to be here, human!"

You back off. This is the first time you've seen the Golden Guard so...anxious.

As quick as it came however, he was able to shake it off and put on the mask again.

"No, it's fine. I can fix this before it even becomes a problem. But you, "He grabs your wrist, "You're staying by my side, got it?"

The outside was dangerous.

You landed in a part of the isles that was unfamilair to you. A few plants and forages were drawn in the book but that was all there was to it. Trotting after him, danger was quick to follow. It took him first and with the book always on your person, you swiftly drew a glyph in the ground. Creating a few more and dragging the guard back to the ship, he panted out his panic. And what you actually did.

"That...that was magic. I think. Picto - Picture - I don't know that part is hard to distinguish in the book." "That...that was kinda amazing...how did you-!"

Another wave of danger came and you drew another glyph onto ground. The guard steered the damaged ship to safety while you threw every trick you had up your sleeve. Finally arriving close to the castle in safety, your companion caught his breath and approached you.

"How...how did you do that? I thought humans can't put any spells on anything! I've never seen magic casted like that before!"

You can't help but smile slightly, seeing him genuinely flustered. Seems like he wasn't really this all-knowing teacher.

"I just copied what was in the book...it's easier than you think." Yet at that moment, your heart dropped. Someone as inquisitive as the Golden Guard who is still your captor even if he doesn't see himself in that way, would then want nothing more than to look into your book. You caught him reaching out for it before he stopped.

"Wait...those were various magic spells used from all kinds of covens...wild magic. You can't use that." You raised a brow and pressed the book further into you and away from him. "Why not? It's just usual magic, isn't it?" "You don't understand," He sounded serious despite being roughed up, "Of course you human wouldn't understand. You could get hurt if you aren't careful. Wild magic can..."

Retracting his hand, a sigh escaped him and he halted for a few moments. You weren't sure what he'd do next.

"...I am not giving you the book."

"You should! In fact, you gotta if you don't want to end up hurt!"

"These spells saved us! I saved you!"

Your glare soured again into a small frown. You took a step back and looked up at him, lips pressed into a thin line. You didn't really wanted to have him as an enemy.

You didn't want anyone to be an enemy. You didn't want to be here.

"I'm not fond of this magic either, Golden Guard, but I've got to use them. If I don't, I won't survive. If I didn't use this book back when I first got here and just now, I wouldn't have survived this place at all."

The guy was unusually silent. Only the flat breaths hitting his mask filling the silence.

Finally, he spoke up just as soft as you.

"...Why did you save me anyway?"

You rose a brow. You could understand where he came from with that question...but it still came out of nowhere. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because you have no reason to. I...I am your host and you are welcome in the castle but you...you still didn't have a reason..." He trailed off for a second before starting again, "You could have steered the ship and got yourself back to safety. You could've left me behind."

Again, you only looked at him puzzled. "...Why would I?"

You stared at each other in silence.

- Before you broke it with nervous laughter. "I don't know how it is with you but from where I come from we...don't usually do that. You needed help and I could help you with these glyphs," You pointed at the book, "So, I helped you. I...couldn't just abandon you, Golden Guard."

The second wave of silence that ensued truly made your nervousness rocket.

A breath was taken, as if he had held it the entire time he was staring at you, and with it let out mumbles under his breath. "That's...so weird." With an unsure gait he passed by you, grabbed your wrist and lead the both of you to the castle.

Without looking back he adressed you with his usual stern voice. "I will not be confiscating the book. But I want to know what other forms of wild magic you can do...for research and safety. I won't tell Emperor Belos anything of what happened today."

The days grew less mundane at least, beside the one misadventure.

The Golden Guard visited you more often with more interesting intentions. You shared with what you were comfortable with and though it did annoy him at times, he found this new information more than helpful. You discussed many variants of magic and his excitment of the topic was quite infectious (but you'd never tell him that). In turn, he showed more around the castle and introduced you to many things but would not take you with him outside the castle barriers.

He still did not thank you for saving his life. It seemed he did not know how.

But you've come to grown to his company and vice versa.

#the owl house #the owl house hunter #the owl house x reader #toh #toh hunter #x reader #platonic relationships #hunter the golden guard #the golden guard #toh hunter x reader #but its kinda more platonic #i just need him a friend #YOU #YOU WILL BE HIS FRIEND #ACCEPT YOUR FATE HUMAN #the golden guard x reader

[adoringhrry]

“Distracted?”

summary: In which Harry drags you to the gym and try as you might, you really don’t hate it as much as you let on.

“Do you want to come to the gym?” Harry jabbered, popping his head into the room where Y/n was sitting.

The room she was in, which was quite large for a tour bus, was like her sanctuary. The boys were the loudest people on Earth, she would reckon. Each of them had their own loudness to them that made Y/n wanna face-plant into a pillow.

Niall had his cute loud laugh. Liam would shout at the stupid X-box. Louis would be yelling at Niall trying to make him laugh. Zayn would be listening to his music too loudly. Harry, her wonderful boyfriend, was the worst of them all! He’d love to sit by her feet and tell her mind-numbing jokes while giggling like a maniac.

Harry’s laugh was beautiful, but sometimes when overstimulated it was like nails on chalkboard. So the adjacent room in the bus was almost reserved for her. Y/n could bring her current read in and not be bothered too much for a little while. Never longer than an hour. Like now.

“You know I can barely carry a milk jug, babe.” She joked with a grin. The book she held in her hands was forgotten, turning her head to meet his eyeline.

“I mean you just coming with me, y’know?” He asked, now stepping into the space while scratching the back of his neck. “You can bring the book if you want.”

Harry knew just how much you despised the gym and everything that comes with it, so you were grateful for the compromise he threw in. Harry also knew that it was impossible for you to say no to him for too long.

“If I come, you aren’t gonna ask me to take videos of you strutting on the running thing?” She asked, quirking a brow.

A triumphant grin stretched across Harry’s face. “Treadmill. Promise no strutting, even though you love it.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The gym wasn’t as horrible of an idea it had originally seemed. There weren’t any people there. All that was there was the workout equipment and the them.

Y/n book was forgotten about as she watched Harry. He was doing curls, that’s what she had thought he said. His chest was sweaty. The shirt he had adorned was abandoned in the corner of the room.

Gripping onto the book she watches as his muscles flex. Never in a million years did she think watching her boyfriend working out would be so attractive.

His arms were strained. He was gripping the bar with such a force it made a blush creep into her cheeks. His glistening tattoos were on perfect display.

It was sexy.

“How’s your book, Darlin’?” He strained, voice husky and worn out.

Quickly she picked her book up from her lap. She opened to a random page and pretended to just be paying attention. ���It’s riveting.”

Harry smirked as he placed his equipment down. He walked over to her frame, towering over her. He leaned down to lend a kiss to her forehead.

It was only a second later when his lips were by her ear. She could smell his natrual smell. God, was it addicting.

“Your book’s upside down, by the way.”

#harry styles #harries #harry edward styles #my writing #harry blurb #harry fic #fanfic #harry styles au #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #one direction #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #niall horan #liam payne

[haruniki]

What do they smell like?

genshin impact ver.

Jean, Lisa, Amber, Eula, Rosaria, Sucrose

a/n: hiiii, im very sorry for not posting very much or at all during my winter break! I was really tired and just didn't feel like writing. I hope this makes up for it!! also all are headcanons, i dont remember if there's actual canon smells of the characters lol also galf sleep writing this🫶🫶🫶🥹 sorry if there's mistake or something doesn't make sense

Jean Gunnhildr

Jean smells like fields of soft grass and dandelions.

Her scent is like a distant feeling and as you get closer to it, you start to feel safe and comfortable in your surrounding

It's most notable in the morning when Jean returns from her morning walks

Dandelions freshly picked in her hands that she gently places on the bedside table beside you to let you know that she has already gone out and is on her way to do paperwork.

Lisa

Lisa smells of leather and tea leaves

Lisa spends a great amount of time in the library, she is Mondstat's librarian after all so it only makes sense that she smells a bit like the leather that holds the pages.

Of course every good read deserves a good side of freshly made tea. While placing books back on the shelf or while bring captivated with a new book imported from the Yae Publishing House, Lisa prepares a fresh cup of tea.

The tea leaves that she careful picked out this morning from the cupboard, smelled quite nice and a cup of tea is always nice to have after a bothersome task.

Amber

Amber smells of burning wood and soil

I like to think Amber does a lot of camping and with camping comes a fire to keep warm at night.

Of course her vision could also be of some blame too. Though it does mame for a pretty useful fire starter.

Lending a helping hand to help some elderly farmers is where the earthy sent of soil comes in. While Amber isn't too busy, helping out with some nearby farm makes the time fly by faster.

Digging up weeds and planting a few carrots or maybe even pulling up some radishes, Amber can never seem to full get rid of the dirt under her fingers. But it makes her glad that at least she can offer a helping hand.

Eula Lawrence

Eula smells of fog and mint

Fog has a really misty and moggy scent. One that smells earth but not overwhelming. The type of smell that you would recognize after it freshly rained during the winter but it wasn't quite able to make it into snowflakes

I believe mint is something that she tries to actively seek out. From making her own perfume using mint leaves and water to specially ordering it to be made.

The mint smell gives a calming that she likes and she hopes it's able to calm those around her enough that they'd stay awhile to chat.

Rosaria

Rosaria doesn't really have a scent.

The only way you'd be able to smell anything on her is if you get close enough to her. If your able to then smoke and a tangy, almost wine like smell will be present.

The snoke like smell can ve up to interpretation, but the soft scent of wine can be directed to Angel Share where you can find her most nights.

Around all those people, drinking and just trying to relax from her busy schedule of trying to remember what lord ibuprofen's name us.

Sucrose

Sucrose smells of Chemicals and.. burning hair?

Sucrose is a alchemist and tends to use a lot of different things in her mixtures. So it's no surpise that she might smell of those chemicals.

However, more concerning might the small fried ends of her hair.

Mistakes happen and Sucrose is more than prepared to deal with those mistakes even if it means a new haircut.

None the less, Sucrose doesn't mind if you give her something that might help mask the scent of her burnt ends.

#aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh #idk if i like it #im sorry :( #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact hcs #x fem!reader #x female reader #x gn reader #jean gunhildr x reader #genshin jean x reader #genshin jean #jean gunnhildr #genshin impact lisa x reader #lisa minci #genshin lisa #lisa x reader #genshin amber x reader #genshin impact amber #genshin amber #amber x reader #eula x reader #eula x y/n #rosaria genshin impact #rosaria x y/n #genshin rosaria #rosaria x reader #sucrose x reader #sucrose

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: Honour "Beauty" Huston (Robin McKinley's "Beauty")

No one requested this. I just finished rereading the book and felt like discussing it.

Favorite thing about them: How human and relatable she is, especially compared to the idealized fairy tale heroines of tradition. She makes the parallels between Beauty and the Beast and Jane Eyre more obvious than ever, since she's not a physical beauty (or at least doesn't think she is until the end), nor is she the traditional sweet and gentle figure, but a no-nonsense, stubborn, intellectual bookworm and horse girl, who only gradually attunes to magic and romance as she lives in the castle. These differences from the traditional Beauty make her more of a kindred spirit to the Beast (since they're both kind-hearted yet slightly rough around the edges, and both insecure about their looks), and they humanize her too. So do many details in the way she's written. For example, the sheer physicality of her first-person narration – her emphasis on smells, tastes, and tactile sensations, her mentions of aching feet or hands raw with work, her dislike of dainty teacups and preference for a big mug of tea, etc. – enhance the sense of her grounded personality and make her seem all the more real. Or the fact that she doesn't ask her father for a single, pretty but ephemeral rose, but makes a more practical request for rose seeds, with which she can plant a garden full of roses that will last. Now, of course, the idea of reimagining a classic fairy tale heroine as plain, strong-willed and down-to-earth rather than sweet, gentle and beautiful is nothing new anymore. Neither is a YA heroine with low self-esteem because she thinks she's not pretty. But those tropes were obviously fresher and newer in 1978, when this novel was first published, so I feel free to consider them effective in Beauty's case without calling them clichés.

Least favorite thing about them: The very brief moment when she loses her temper and shouts some nasty things at her horse Greatheart when he panics at the sight of the Beast and almost throws her. I understand that she's struggling not to fall and break her neck, but it still seems harsh and faintly out of character for a girl who's usually so level-headed. But then, her level-headedness also disappears at other important points, like when when she goes into hysterics and faints at the reveal that she can never leave the castle. I suppose the key to understanding these moments is that she doesn't often let her emotions flow freely, but when she does, whether in anger, anguish, or fear, she goes all-out.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I love books.

*I'm sometimes insecure about my appearance.

*I like spice cake and hot chocolate.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I don't have any sisters.

*I have very little experience with horses.

*I'm not allergic to dogs, as she mentions in passing that she is.

Favorite line:

To her sister Hope, when the latter worries that their father won't approve of her love for a blacksmith:

"If you think you'll be happiest scrubbing tar out of burlap aprons, Father won't say nay. And he will probably buy you several maids to do the scrubbing."

When her invisible maids are trying to force her into a fancy gown that she thinks is much too beautiful for a plain girl like her:

"It's a beautiful dress, and that's why I won't wear it; if you put a peacock's tail on a sparrow, he's still a brown little, wretched little, drab little sparrow."

After she saves the Beast from dying at the climax, and is nearly swooning from exhaustion, and the Beast urges her to rest:

"Not yet. I have to see to Greatheart – I'd still be in the forest without him – but I had to find you first – and then there's something I must tell you... I can't sleep now. It's daylight. What I want is breakfast."

Attuned though she is now with the castle's magic and her own love, she's still her old, down-to-earth self. Even when she's near collapse after journeying for twelve hours through the forest, finding the Beast near death, and then miraculously reviving him, she talks about tending to her horse and getting something to eat.

brOTP: Her father, her sisters Grace and Hope, her brother-in-law Ger, and if non-sentient animals count, her horse Greatheart.

OTP: The Beast/Prince.

nOTP: Her father.

Random headcanon: Her life story will inspire the fairy tale of Beauty and the Beast as we know it today. But the telling-and-retelling process, combined with attempts by parents and governesses to make the story more didactic for young ladies, will distort the tale and result in all the familiar differences from the "true" story. For example, that Beauty was always physically beautiful, that her sisters were wicked and jealous rather than kind and loving, that she did all the cooking and cleaning in their cottage rather than the "boyish" outdoor work she really did, and that she asked her father to bring her a rose rather than rose seeds.

Unpopular opinion: I don't think Disney's Belle is as much of a knockoff of her as some people do. Yes, Disney did arguably borrow some details from this novel – even more in the 2017 remake than in the animated version – but apart from their shared love of books, which comes from Mme. de Beaumont's version of the original fairy tale, this Beauty is a very different person from Belle. For the most part, Beauty is a grounded, unromantic girl, whose love of books is intellectual (for example, she writes her own translations of Greek tragedies and dreams of becoming a scholar at a university), and who learns to embrace magic and passion in the Romantic world of the Beast's castle. Belle is a sensitive, "dazed and distracted" dreamer, who loves books for the adventure and romance they bring her, and she doesn't change as much as Beauty does by the end, but finds what she was always looking for, just in an unexpected way.

Song I associate with them: None.

Favorite picture of them:

This stylized silhouette from the cover of the book's 2018 edition.

#character ask #beauty #honour “beauty” huston #beauty: a retelling of the story of beauty and the beast #robin mckinley #1978 #fairy tale #beauty and the beast #fairy tale retelling #ask game #fictional characters #fictional character ask

[toaster-is-babey]

So, i drew some more Pond child au lads

Poor tom, the little gremlin mans got himself into some trouble in a snowglobe. And just a little story of sorts as well. Keep in mind, i probably will make a lot of mistakes so please bear with me :') i just write for fun.

Tord has been upto no good again smh

Ain't he a stinker?

It was a rather frigid night, Edd let ot a little sigh as Ringo wriggled out of her Christmas costume that Edd had bought, chewing at it and scratching it up, using her back claws to tear it up even more.

"Oh why won't you wear it? We bought it just for you yknow" he said, gently petting her, Ringo let out a little trill as she rubbed up against Edd's hand, making the brit melt.

"Oh i could never stay mad at you" he chuckled as he lifted her up and put her in the hood of his sweater as he made his way to the kitchen, looking in the fridge with a tired sigh, "Matt I told you not to keep unwrapped food in here " He said, his nose scrunching up as he took old food out of the the fridge and tossed it into the bin with a scoff before grabbing a can of cola.

Matt on the otherhand was lazing on the couch, book in hand, just sipping some black coffee on the sidelines as one of those cheesy Christmas movies played in the back, "what in the- unwrapped food? What one earth are you talking about? Isnt the fridge mostly empty? It was clean when I was last in it" he sighed as he glanced up from his book. "I'm not that messy, not enough to leave unwrapped food in the fridge" he said, almost sounds offended at the accusation.

"yeah, but you are messy, your room says it all yknow? But in the fridge man? Really?" He said, soon sat himself next to the ginger lad, "just dont leave your fast food like that it makes the fridge smell off" he said with a sigh as he flipped through the channels on the telly. Ringo let out a little chirp as she sprawled out a bit, still in Edd's hood as she let out a little mewl and nuzzled Edds cheek as she sat on his shoulder, purring and trying to get comfy again

Matt looked over to the rather small Kitten, "I still dont know why you wasted money on getting her a costume she won't wear, that was - " he sighed though was soon cut off from some thumping and the pompff of snow falling from the roof right outside the living room window.

"what the devil-" Matt uttered out as he set his coffee down and book aside.

Edd perked up a bit, sipping his cola briefly,

"oh damn- did i forget to close the lit to the bin?" He frowned a bit, making his way over to the front door, gently his body a little tense as he held a boot tightly in one hand and using his free hand to make sure Ringo didn't fall. He swiftly open the door, letting out a grunt as he tossed his boot at whatever had been making the ruckus.

That ruckus had turned out to be their lanky roomate, Tord! The Norwegian face planted in the snow upon the boot making impact woth his head, though he quickly jumped back up, trying to get the snow out of his shirt and jacket, "Gahh! -- fuck man! -" he yelled out. Boy he looked like crap. His nose almost as red as Rudolph's, though he looked as nasty as the Grinch.

"What the hell's with the boot!? This- freak- he uh I caught him already in that lawn decorations uh thingy- i was just tried to get the weirdo to leave our things alone i just set em all up for the holidays" he said, sneezing aggressively, causing him to stumble a little, just wiped his nose.

"We don't really decorate here Tord- we told you that already-" Matt couldn't help but let out a snort as he watched these event unfold, though he grew a bit worried upon seeing Tom in the snowglobe lawn decorations. "He can breathe in there right? " He said, looking to put on his boots. Though groan soon escaped his lips

"Oh come on Edd you threw My boots out at him?" Matt said, trying to keep his tone low, and calm as not to make his friend anxious. He sighed, "Tord you better stop mucking around and get him out of here before either he runs our of air or freezes! last thing we need is a death on our hands " he said

Tord let out a disgustingly exaggerated sniffle and snort as the made a mocking expression directed at Matt as he begrudgingly made his way to the snowglobe, "hm.. " he mumbled as he poked at the fake snowglobe, only to have a grumpy brit hit the plastic with his fists, nearly falling over in the spherical space, unplugging the lawn decoration, causing the snowglobe to deflate around the brit, filled with a bit more panic now, Tord frowned,

"ah goddamn it - " he said, feeling Matt glare daggers at him, Tord rolled his eyes, pulling out an old pocket knife, as he tore the decoration up, pulling out this strange creature that was Tom.

Tom dug his hands in the snow, pulling himself out as he soon just laid in the snow, clutching his chest, his eyes still white with confusion and mild embarrassment. It turns out it'd been true. Tom was more or less curious about these silly decorations and wanted to know more about these unnecessary holiday customs

"Tom!- what were you doing out here? You could have hurt yourself yknow- and thats a mess none of us would rather deal with" he said, helping Tom up and brushing him off, his brows furrowed wearily, "Tord that was very irresponsible of you to put tom in that-that silly decoration? " He said, just giving tom a pat on the back, " go on in buddy, we'll sort this out. " He said, gently nudging Tom forward. The skrunkly male sighed softly as nodded giving edd an awkward nudge back, mimicking him an almost content, happy look rested on Toms face as he trudged through the snow and shook himself off, getting show and Water everywhere at this point

Tord blinked a little, "oh come on! He got himself in that situation! I was just putting up decorations I bought because I didnt think you were serious about tom being a killjoy about the holidays! " He said before sneezing again, groaning as the snow stained red,

" oh to hell with you all,you all get me so worked up i-" he grumbled, his face red with anger and annoyance,

"He was drinking! Drunk people are dumb and do stupid shit!" he hissed as he stumbled through the snow, making his way back into the house, pushing past Matt, shivering to the point his teeth were chattering.

to be continued (?)

Anywho, I'm all out of energy, hope y'all enjoy this little writing thing i may or may not add to. Reblogs and likes are appreciated:>(⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

#art #ew tom #eddswolrd #ew edd #ew tord #digital art #ew au #ew #pond child au tom #pond child au matt #pond child au #pond child edd #pond child tord #christmas #xmas #snowglobe #snow

[mrs-dr-reid]

My Personal Matt Murdock Headcanons

Part 1/?

(And yes. I have discussed a handful of these with my beloved moot @leossmoonn before)

Due to his enhanced senses, he knows the perfect time to flip a pancake, never burns anything, always makes the most perfect toast, and he always kills flies on the first try

As much as he pretends to hate it because it’s kinda blasphemous, one of his favorite songs is Take Me To Church by Hozier. He also really likes Devil’s Advocate by The Neighborhood and (don’t tell anybody) Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

He’s really good with kids. Like, unnaturally good. Like, you’ll walk into a room and see him regaling your nephews with stories of Battlin’ Jack Murdock, or all of your nieces doing their best to put his hair in ponytails or “forcing” him to sing Disney songs with them (and melting when he actually gets really into it)

The most chivalrous little shit on earth. Always opening doors for you, pulling your chair out for you when you go out to eat, helping you out of taxis, kissing the back of your hand, shit like that. Simply because he loves hearing the heat rush to your cheeks

He’s annoyingly good at hide and seek, at least from a seeking standpoint because of his super weirdness. He can’t hide worth a damn, because he’s almost six feet tall and not that flexible, so he ends up trying to hide behind the big plant in your living room and you can just barely see the tiniest bit of his fluffy hair peeking out over the top of it

He’s a complete pansy when it comes to spicy food or strong flavors. The only spicy things he can kind of handle are Hot Cheetos or Takis, and even after those he has to chug like half a gallon of milk

He’s surprisingly good with animals. Like, say you’re at a petting zoo for a younger relative’s birthday party. You’ll end up finding him in some obscure corner of the animal pen with a baby goat fast asleep in his arms. Or if you’re at a family member’s house for a holiday and they happen to have a dog or a cat, you can bet the second he sits down that animal is going to make themselves at home on his lap or around his shoulders. It’s even funnier if the dog that picks him as their dog bed is huge, like you just walk into the living room to find him being borderline smothered by a very self-satisfied fully grown Great Pyrenees

His favorite times of year are the beginning of spring when all the flowers and trees are blooming, and the holidays because of all the yummy baked treats you’re constantly making that make the whole apartment smell like a real deal bakery

He can’t bring himself to go within 50 feet of a Bath and Bodywork’s or a Yankee Candle because of all the competing robust aromas, so he’ll just tell you what candle or bath product he’d like, because he physically can’t go near either of those stores without getting a wicked headache

After a particularly rough night out on patrol, you’ll most likely find him on the couch cocooned inside a weighted blanket with his expensive noise cancelling headphones over his ears, because sometimes the only way he can get calm enough to meditate is if he can’t hear anything and he doesn’t have any outside stimulation

He loves audio books, especially the ones where the narrator uses different voices to distinguish what character is speaking. Knowing this, you buy him the Harry Potter audiobooks, and it’s safe to say they quickly become his favorite because Stephen Fry is the MVP of character voices

Because his senses are so refined, you, Foggy, and Karen come up with a game where you give him five of the same thing but from different places or brands (like four black coffees from four different coffee joints and one homemade or five pints of vanilla ice cream from five different brands) to see if he can tell the difference between them. Annoyingly enough, he can, and it pisses you guys off to no end

He memorizes the heartbeats and walking patterns of the people he cares about (aka you, Foggy, and Karen), so he can pick you guys out of a crowd of thousands and instantly tell when there’s something wrong be it your heart rate is slightly irregular, your walking pace is accelerated, or god forbid you have a slight limp

Much like Anakin Skywalker, he can’t really handle the texture of sand (of course you quote that one scene whenever he mentions it just to mess with him), so he’s not the biggest fan of the beach. Then one year for a vacation you take him to your relative’s condo in Coquina Beach, Florida, and the second he feels how soft the sand is, he changes his mind about beaches, and you two decide to try and find the beach with the softest sand in the world

He loves it when you wear his clothes, especially his old Columbia sweatshirts or tees. Once when he came home, you were wearing one of his white work button ups and no pants, and he just about lost his remaining five marbles

He unironically loves VeggieTales, especially the Silly Songs with Larry. You’ve caught him humming “Oh Where is My Hairbrush?” to himself while he’s getting ready for work too many times for it to be a coincidence

He has a really good singing voice, but he only ever busts it out at a karaoke bar after a few too many whiskeys, and yet he still sounds coherent when you drunkenly usher him onto the stage. Once he sang “Hold Me While You Wait” by Lewis Capaldi, and the entire female population within the bar (and a couple of dudes, tbh) basically melted into the floor, because he has no business having the voice of an angel when he’s drunk off his ass

He likes going to museums with you that specialize in your niche interests just to hear you infodump to him about the stuff you already know and the new stuff you learn while you’re there, because he loves listening to your voice in any context

#logan speaks #logan writes #logan has headcanons #matt murdock headcanons

[anotherseverussnapelover]

Snape's life partner has to be a very, very, very patient and observant person. They knows when he needs his space. They knows how to make the difference between the "I'm internally scattered" panic attacks and the "my burden is too heavy to bear" panic attacks. Even though he never knew there was a difference, they knows, and they will hold him tight in the first case, so tight that they almost breaks his ribs, as to maintain every pieces of his soul and mind together until he is strong enough again to do it on his own. In the other case, they will just step back, make him a calming infusion — not a calming drought, but very normal and muggle plants in hot water — and talk to him until he comes back and his hands are stable enough to drink the hot beverage.

Severus will be worried about himself disturbing their sleep. That's why he never stayed when they began to, hum, date each other. But they will just say that they knew it could happen, and even if they wasn't prepared at first, they learned — and if they didn't want to deal with that, they would have left a long time ago. They will gift him with a weighted blanket and he loves it so much that he doesn't want to leave the bed in the morning. Not because he is too tired, but because two of his favorite thing on earth are there: them and the muggle-made magical blanket.

They won't live in Spinner's end though, they have their own house or flat. Spinner's end habours too much bad thing within its walls: Tobias' hate, Eileen's depression, Severus' worst days and years of doing things he didn't wanted to do. He will use it to experiment dangerous things, since he doesn't care to burn it or break a wall or two if a cauldron explodes. The first time he disappeared in Spinner's end, he didn't tell his partner. And when he comes back, they're angry but worried and relieved too that he's alive and healthy - as healthy as a mad potionist can be after days of sleepless and almost foodless brewing. So the next time, he tells them.

He does that once or twice a year, and they're always worried about him. He doesn't understand why, but they explain that they know how dangerous brewing potions can be and how not knowing if he's alive or not makes them anxious - how they sleep with his old shirts because his smell kind of makes their shared bed less empty, even though there's nothing better than sleeping with his smell and heat under the sheets. By the seventh time, he will just live a ring on the night stand, with a note saying that he's wearing the ring linked to that one so they can feel his heartbeat and know that he's alive.

They also confess that they doubt he's always brewing in Spinner's end, but they can understand that he needs some time alone, they're not mad about it, they totally understands that. They just wished he trusted them enough to tell them.

They will asked him about what he did, when he comes back. They wants to know everything: what worked, what went wrong, how he thought about this and that. At first, they knows very little about potions so they asked him how they can learn more about his favorite subjects - not because they wants to contradict him or debate with him, but because he is so passionate about it that they wants to really understands him when he's talking about potions.

They also extends this to the dark arts. Severus isn't happy about this at first, but after they argued and they told him that them loving horror movies doesn't make them a serial killer with a chainsaw and a mask, they start having very long enthusiastic conversations about it. And he will definitely learn about their favorite subjects too.

They gift each other with books, objects and anything they think the other one might like or find funny anytime, for no special reason. Just because "i thought you might like it".

They don't buy physical gifts for birthday or Christmas, but they do something special: trying the new restaurant he was talking about 6 months ago, giving them those two tickets for the musical they missed last time so they can go with someone who likes it more than he does - but they will go with him anyway, and he will enjoy it much more than he thought he ever would have. That's how they discover he knows how to sing. They will watch stupid reality shows and song contest together — and Doctor Who — and go to the zoo or go to the cinema.

When he's working in his lab, they will bring him food and tea or coffee, on a protected table with a heating charm, because they knows how he forgets to take care of his basics needs when he is focused on his work. They put sticky notes on it, saying his brain and body need energy to work properly. Little by little, the notes will become encouraging words and, despite him ignoring the all thing in the beginning, he will begin to plan "eating and coffee breaks" in his work schedule. Those 5 minutes breaks become 10, 15, 20 minutes breaks, in the lab for a few months, then in the kitchen, until he just stops working to have dinner together everytime they both can.

They work hard on his diet too. They knows he doesn't cook much, and eat very little vegetables — so they bought the Magical Veggies for Magical Babies book and tricked him so he eats it.

He is very upset for having be tricked, and he pouted for days, but he will concede that he's healthier and less greasy when he has a correct amount of vitamins. And he accepted it way much better than the fact that Lily was a shitty friend since he didn't even leave nor consider breaking up after that.

They will argue about a lot of things, mostly insignificant: is Star Wars better than Star Trek, how will win the fight, Dumbledore or Darth Vader? What's the best way to clean the toilet ? Hang the T-shirts or folding them ? Can't you stop stealing my Queen t-shirt ?

Despite of that, they will always, always, respect each other's boundaries: they will never interrupt his morning rituals and he will never forget to put everything back in its right place in the kitchen - and neither of them will enter the other's working room without an express invitation, let alone cleaning it. Ever. They will never ask again something the other already said no to if they didn't specify that they could reconsider it.

They will learn to read Severus' body language, to the point he starts doubting his capacity to occlude, because they're always quiet when he is upset, never asks for him to talk if he doesn't want to, always ask to speak to him in private about something urgent to take him out of a weird social situation, or when they notices he needs a social break.

He will buy or order them their favorite food when he sees they've had a bad or hard day, never forget their favorite soap and shampoo scent, never let them running out of their favourite tea.

They never get married. They doesn't understand at first, but hearing about Severus' childhood, and him telling that he wants them filling free to leave at any moment will make them accept it. They are the other's sole legatee, they live together and they have the rings - and he told them "if you want to leave me and our home, just leave the ring on the counter and I'll know". That was the first time he used the word "home" and they knew he loves them deeply and they will never ask again for a stupid paper to be called "his".

They will stand for him and by him every time they could: when someone call him a Dark wizard, when he went to the war commemorations, when he visits the hundred of graves of those killed during the war every year to put the flower he grows on it.

They don't have much sex, since Severus only wants to do it when he's in a good mood. But that was how he knows they loved him and he can trust them: they never pushed him, always respected his boundaries, spend time kissing his nose and scars and hands. It really disturbed him at first, since he has always been told that he was ugly, but they just smiled at him, telling him those haters should have look twice because everytime they looked at him, they sees his strength, cleverness, unusual but sharp and curious mind, someone capable of miracles, exploring the dark so light can stay bright.

He's very disturbed too when he discovered himself liking to be submissive sometimes — even though they never uses actual ropes or spell to holp him still the firsts couple of times. They talked about it, even if Severus thought it was stupid to feel bad about something that made them happy, but he never thought that it will hurt them, because they want him to be happy too and it was about trusting each other, not please them. They spend a very long time convincing him that he has a word from him and they will stop — and when he tried the next time and everything stopped immediately, and they asked him what was wrong, if he wanted to drink, sleep, take a shower or them to live, that time he knew. He knew he finally met someone who cares for him, someone who will respect him, his needs, his will, his words, his no, his stop.

He knew he found the one who will take care of him no matter what, the one who will respect him, the one who stand by him in front of all those graves every year, who conforted him when he cried for hours after they came back from Minerva's funeral.

The one that make his patronus change to match their, because someone finally taught him he deserved the fucking universe.

#severus snape #pro snape #hp #snape defender #snape #anti snaters #harry potter #he deserves nice things #he deserves it #he deserves the universe

[paradisecursed]

from the darkened alcoves of the emperor's castle, a pair of eyes watches the tailend of a conversation between men. with darcia left alone, the apparition can't help but grin from his hiding spot—he picked the best hiding spot in the whole room, he's sure of it—though the need to be noticed lets a snicker trickle out into the air, warbled through dimensions. there they are...!

@collectalong / mild plotting.

You… wish for me to come with you? He’d asked.

Well, it’d certainly be easier, the emperor had replied. The equipment I’d need can’t be brought through the portal quite like my books or tools can. My castle has plenty of supplies. Perhaps there’d be a suitable room where we could move her to. I think - 

He’d interrupted with a snap of bared teeth, My alchemy is the only thing keeping her body alive, we can’t just -

His companion raised a hand, as if to calm an agitated dog. That’s precisely why I’d like you to come with me. See what the Boiling Isles has to offer &. see if a new perspective brings us progress.

It was enough to get him to lower his hackles. An exhale through the nose; a glance back to the hall they’d come from. Neige could watch her, he supposed. 

The emperor offered a soft, gentle hum; a sound that he came to understand as kindness. The other man turned away, then, before remarking - 

Besides, it’d do good for our deal if you had some context to the sort of world you’re giving your weapons away to. 

----

Dark were the halls of his benefactor’s domain, yet not quite tenebrous as his own. These walls were built closer together so that the flickering candlelight might catch the reflection of their gold-plated surfaces &. dance in luminous shapes as they walked. Their footsteps echoed; closer now than in his foyer. The scent of earth &. plant followed in their wake.

It reminded him of the garden, he’d thought. Back before the flowers wilted in mourning her. 

The emperor had shooed his young shadow off on some errand, leaving the pair alone as they wandered a maze of statuesque guards and grandiose decor. There were windows, of course, but they remained shuttered. Their conversation, however, stuck dutifully to its path: a series of contextual questions proposed to his host, wherein he’d be answered in kind &. asked of his own. Do you think we could construct those lasers with that? Could we use this to substitute for oil in your ships, perhaps?  

&. he was content to theorize &. speculate; until the smell of wet, fertile ground stopped him short. He turned away, slowly, from his companion - facing then two wooden shutters hiding a window’s view. ‘Twas the strongest the aroma had ever been. There was a fracture in the bottom of the left-side panel, &. he found himself drawn to the small stream of rose-yellow sunlight that filtered through. His footsteps fell quiet in his own ears as he crossed the distance, hand straying from his side to reach out - 

A gloved hand caught him by the shoulder - squeezing. 

Oh, come now, there’s nothing to see out there. The emperor tutted as he gently - yet firmly - guided the lord Darcia away.  Just another wasteland at this point, I’m afraid. Now then, about your ship…

The hand left his shoulder quickly, &. disappeared beneath the emperor’s white robes. 

Their walk continued without incident - at least for a time. Then, without warning, the halls filled with the sound of shrieking. 

A form barrelled out of the darkness towards them. His hackles raised immediately; only to be quelled as the emperor threw out a reassuring arm. The stranger dug its heels in the rug, careenging to a sudden, silent stop. The beginnings of an apology began to tumble out from somewhere beneath a pile of robes, only to trail off as one wide, glimmering eye caught his sight.

The lord Darcia found himself bewildered by this intrusion. She was some shrill, small, red, frog-like thing; glaring at him with a sort of unease that he found almost comforting in its familiarity. Never-the-less, she was quick to shake off her apparent apprehension - instead ignoring his presence completely to bawk a plea to his host. Even with the emperor’s diligent explanations, most of her words utterly mystified him. All Darcia could gather was that it sounded important. Now quite out-of-place, he found himself looking towards the nearest window; this one possessing a far larger crack than the last.

Finally, his companion sighed, pinching the nose of his mask before excusing himself from their conversation.

Do stay here, the request had been, It’s easy to get lost. I won’t be long.

&. so, ever the mannered guest, he waited. 

But human minds were meant to wander, &. ‘not long’ slowly ticked over to long enough for his eye to trace the wisps of mist dancing in the light from the crack in the windowsill. Enough time had passed for the ray of sun to change from rose-gold to syrupy auburn, &. when he leaned over to let his fingers pass through he felt the tickle of a humid breeze even through his gloved finger-tips. The scent of earth was stronger now than it's ever been. It smelt warm &. alive &. like when he would bury his face into the crook of her neck, cradled in the embrace of her waterfall of hair. He heard something flutter, &. as he flinched away the sun was briefly blacked out by a form passing by the window.

His father was an inquisitive man, as was his grandfather before him. Their work was the questions ‘why’, &. the eyepatch he bore now was the punishment for their asking. Darcia walked to the window.

He slowly reached out a hand - hesitated for but a moment - &. pushed open the shutters.

What he witnessed froze him to the windowsill.

A blinding flash of sunlight gave way to a vibrant, fablesque landscape not quite unlike his grandfather’s writings. Warm wind combed his hair, filling his lungs with clean air that tasted of young wood &. detritus rather than ice & smog. He practically gagged on it; the sight stealing his breath as much as giving it. The crimson-golden sun was enshrined by pale pink clouds, &. he watched the tiny forms of what he realized to be animals fly in its light. Mighty, ribbed mountain peaks reached up from either side of the horizon, vying for the sun’s attention. Even from here, he could see glorious, prospering cities carved into their ridges. 

They cradled deserts &. shores &. forests &. even many more towns between them. Darcia felt the press of the windowsill against his stomach, urging him against leaning out too far. But he was straining to listen - he could swear that on the breeze he could hear songs. Melodic whistling, unconcerned with rhythm but composed of patterns that made him recall a book on long-dead birds. The rustling hiss of leaves, crashing against each-other to form a rolling percussion to the melody. &. he swore - he just swore he could make out voices; hundreds of them. He could not make out what they were saying, only that he was certain they were happy. 

&. the trees - oh, the trees! Even from up here did their boughs look as if they might break beneath the weight of their verdure. How long, he wondered? How many summers had passed wherein not a single blade of grass grew in his garden? Here, a minute was more than enough to make recollections of home feel more akin to the remnants of bad dreams than memories.

Why the emperor wished him to look away, he couldn’t fathom. It was such a beautiful view. 

It was so alive.

-- A child’s laughter was what, at last, broke the spell of awe cast upon him.

&. it struck him then, how peculiar that was - he hadn’t seen any children wandering these gilded halls. None but the emperor’s ward, &. it certainly couldn’t’ve been him. They’d spoken little, yet he couldn’t for the life of him imagine the boy so much as daring to disobey his uncle. Another nephew, then? Perhaps a son of his own? The emperor hadn’t suggested a wife or heir when he’d inquired about the young attendant (Hunter was his name, he remembers.), but then again the Lord Darcia’s companion seemed a dedicated man; more interested in the work to be done than entertaining curiosities regarding lineage. 

For that, he was grateful.

Yet it left him now in a precarious position. Unprepared &. stupefied; for children seldom sought the wolf king as a playmate. Fewer men dared to have heirs these days, &. those that did warned their young of his wickedness well before they grew old enough to want to approach him. Hunter had curried his favor by refusing to shy away, if only by nervously sticking to his uncle’s side &. minding to not look the lord Darcia in the eye. That suited him fine. It was enough for him to grow fond of the boy. He wished he’d talk more. 

Perhaps he’d have known what the laughter was for. 

Alas, the wolf king was left to puzzle this conundrum himself. His eye darted about, searching for a source, yet no child revealed themselves. There was only him, his shadow, &. the sun. 

A game, then? 

Before him, shrouded in the darkness of his silhouette, was a step-stool. A simple piece of furniture; a dark, scarlet-tinged wood carved into four legs bearing leaf-like designs. Its soft cotton cushion was lined in expensive white silks &. intricate gold-thread patterning. Even in his shadow, it sparkled. Fitting for the emperor.

At some point, he’d crossed the hallway. He found himself looming over the curious seat, quietly staring it down as echoes of laughter reverberated in his ears. Leaning down, his leather gloves crackled as he grabbed it slowly - firmly - by the sides, &. with all the stiff formality of a man of his class, so out of his depth, he lifted the stool up &. held it above him.

Bathed in golden sun, the lord Darcia - third of his name, king of a crumbling tower in the middle of the sea, overseeing a dying land in a dead world - stood, awkwardly holding a step-stool.

Leather crinkled as he - unnecessarily so, as if making a show - leaned to the side, trying to get a better look of the space beneath where the stool once was. He was awarded nothing but the sound of distant bird-song. 

The stool was put back in place with utmost care, minding to not make noise as he kept his ear piqued for any response.

#collectalong #ic . #ask . #v0 . #{ collectalong } ;; & tales of old bearing teeth at hearts of gold. #feel free to turn into a thread! #god this took so long. sorry </3

[y4wnjunz]

chapter 1

warnings: cursing, overthinking, nothing really just a good intro for y/n’s life.

word count: ?? i lost count sorry!

today is the day we'll finally be sizing our suits in preparation to go home, or well.. earth as majority of the population calls it. we're currently over the pacific ocean, which i assume it is as it's just a big vast of blue.

my cousin, mark, he says when i get acclimated to the gravity on earth, i'll get to experience real public school, not the school i've been stuck with for the past couple of years.

i wonder what it's like having friends. and boyfriends. or even girlfriends. and sleeping on a plush mattress without straps holding you down. or the smell of grass and not burning plastic, which space smells like.

here in the station we grow plants to help produce o2 or well, oxygen. what's it like on earth, where the wind blows in your hair and helps you cool off in the summer heat.

mark calls summer time, the devil's asshole.. whatever that means.

living in the station and only being around jay, yuna and our unofficial/ official babysitter, officer kim or soojin as we call her; it's hard, because i have no idea these slang words mark says during our video chats.

i've met some of mark friends, heeseung is quiet and jake reminds me of the golden retrievers that i've seen on movies. loud. energetic. and a partier.

they tell me all the stories of their weekly frat parties, every saturday at 8pm they all get plastered and puke their guts out the very next morning. sounds like a pain in my opinion.

they say it's fun until they have to get up for their 9am lecture on monday.

the thought of actually meeting someone other than the people i grew up with scares me. what if i have the permanent smell of burning plastic, or what if i actually never meet these people because my immune system is compromised from living in this floating tin can.

a worrisome expression makes its way into my eyebrows. making jay look at me from his treadmill. he takes his sweatband off; you know to prevent sweat from messing up the computers or getting into someone's eye. not good, happened once and we all got a whole new asshole from the captain on the ground. "hey y/n.. you okay?" jay asks floating next to me.

"yeah, just worried i guess," i look at him and he's nodding his head in agreement.

"i understand y/n. i'm scared shitless for the mission. can you believe we'll be down there in a month?? that's insane. all we've ever known is this!" jay says.

"we got this," i grab his hand and give it a firm hold. he squeezes it back in agreement.

i worry about everything as you can tell. from the possible reaction our bodies could have from radiation to what tomorrow will bring. i have a personal therapist that works for nasa, she's pretty cool. she says i'm one of the first people to be born in space, which that's a given. thanks linda. btw linda isn't her name, she just allows me to call her that since her real name is extremely hard to pronounce.

i torpedo back to my room, which is quite small. a little window with a bed and a tiny bathroom which is quite funny since our bathroom consists of tubes, and bags to store our- well you know.. hopefully.

i grab my book that's strapped down to my bed and read. it's quite fun floating around and getting to just read in the air. something mark, heeseung and jake are all jealous of. maybe one day they'll get to experience this. who knows, after-all jay, yuna and i's parents are astronauts so we got first dibs when our mothers were pregnant.

"hey y/n, we're doing a death sim, so come join us in the bridge please!" soojin says over the intercom. i sigh and place my book back under the bed strap and torpedo back out the door into the bridge.

jay, yuna and soojin are already there with their hands on the railing by the command desk. we can't exactly sit in space so we awkwardly float there with our hair going everwhere. jay blows yuna's hair out of his mouth and almost immediately start arguing.

beep

beep

beep

the control panel indicates that we can be seen by the commander. he's actually the guy who gives orders and is the one who started us as lab rats when he found out two of his astronauts was two months pregnant. i'm honestly surprised we all survived the three-hour trip to the station.

"glad to see everyone is getting along, jay. yuna. and hello soojin and y/n! how's everyone feeling?" commander park says with an eye smile. commander park is actually jay and yuna's great uncle, he's about 60 years old, pretty cool, but i can't help but to despise him for putting us in space.

there were mixed responses from everyone; good. soojin sleepy. yuna i'm bored. jay

and me.. idk how i'm feeling right now, so i stick with the good ole response.

"i'm good, how are you commander park?" i say trying to get this death sim started and over with.

after an hour or two, i lost count, the death sim was over with and we were able to go back to our living quarters to prepare for the next day.

we're so close to going to earth and i'm feeling it in my chest.

#kpop #enhypen #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #sunghoon x reader #jake x reader #sunoo #jungwon #niki #nishimura riki #txt #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #huening kai x reader #kpop fic #enhypen fanfic #txt fanfic

[corkcitylibraries]

Sow…Let’s Grow

There aren’t enough hours in the day for all the jobs that need to be done in March.

Sunday was my only free day this week and I was determined to get out in the garden to plant some seeds but lo and behold it did not stop raining all day long and so I used the time to go through my seed collection and get all my March sowing seeds ready to go.

Seeds that can be planted in March:

Basil                                                         Agapanthus

Broad beans                                             Aquilegia

Carrots                                                      Calendula

Coriander                                                 Eryngiums

Cress                                                            Lupins

Lettuce                                                    Nasturtiums

Peas                                                            Phacelia

Radishes                                                    Sunflowers

Spring onions                                          Sweetpeas

Turnips                                                    Wildflowers

Last year I grew basil, carrots, lettuce, peas, and wildflowers. When sowing the carrots and lettuce I chose pots that were much too small and my crop at the end was only big enough to feed a family of mice! The basil, peas and wildflowers, however, did much better. The smell and taste of home grown veg is so satisfying; the fresh aroma of basil could almost convince you that you were living in Southern Italy (almost) and I’m sure I’ve waxed lyrical about the experience of eating freshly picked peas before, but it’s certainly worth mentioning again. If you want to try your hand at growing any of these, why not drop by to Hollyhill Library and have a look through our free Seed Library, we have all the above-mentioned seeds in stock. Members of the library can borrow up to four packets of seeds and groups up to 8 packets at a time, in return all we ask is that when the plant has finished growing, to return a portion of its seed to the library at harvest time. No matter how small the portion every little bit will help to keep this wonderful service going.

This year I’m also going to try and grow coriander and calendula, with hopefully a better result than my carrots and lettuce! Coriander likes a fine and fertile soil so remove all the clumps of earth and stones beforehand. They also have a fairly long root so make sure your pot is over 25cm deep. Scatter the seeds over the top of the soil, 5 to 10 per pot, cover with soil and water well. It will take about 3 weeks to germinate, you can sow coriander all the way through until September, to create a continuous crop.

Calendula is a great starting point for novice gardeners as it requires very little attention and is amazingly easy to grow. Simply pop the seeds exactly where you want them to grow in the garden, they do not need to be grown indoors first or in a greenhouse, and water well. They will flower all year round if we have a mild winter and the flowers are entirely edible. They also make great companion plants in vegetable gardens to attract pollinators and increase the yield of your crops. An all-round winner in my book!

Talking to my mother, another enthusiastic gardener, I was lamenting the fact that I do not have a greenhouse to start my seedlings off in and here is the ingenious solution she came up with – recycle plastic bottles! By cutting them in half and placing the top over a plant pot you are essentially creating a tiny greenhouse, the heat gets trapped under the plastic providing a much better temperature for seeds to germinate and when the seedlings start to appear, transpiration will create droplets of water on the inside of the bottle meaning the seeds water themselves.

Happy gardening!

#corkcitylibraries #sustainability #gardening #seedlibrary

[regenderate-fic]

When I Run Away (You're Who I Run To): Chapter 3

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Word Count (Chapter): 2,976

The sun was just beginning to set when Yaz and Rose made their way up to Penny’s place, exchanging nervous glances. Penny’s flat was a lot like theirs: a door leading to a narrow stairwell leading to another door, on which Rose knocked three times. 

The door swung open, revealing a very excitable Penny. She ushered Yaz and Rose inside, already talking a mile a minute: “Hello! Brilliant to see you. We haven't had people around here in ages. Missed it, honestly.”

She kept talking, introducing the space, pointing at plants and bits of art, while Yaz looked around. It was a small space, and cozy: they'd emerged into a living area, with an overstuffed purple sofa in front of a coffee table covered in potted plants. The walls were lined with bookshelves, most of which were stuffed with books, but some of which featured pictures of Penny, Donna, and a few unfamiliar faces, and others of which were piled high with board games, art supplies, and what looked like random bits of circuitry and machinery. It was all lit in a warm amber, the sort you’d get from cuddling up to a campfire in the middle of winter, and Yaz couldn’t help but feel at home. 

Penny trailed off, and Yaz took the opportunity to hold up a jar she’d been carrying under her arm. 

“My mum always drilled it into my head never to show up anywhere empty handed,” she explained. “Except we weren't sure what to bring, so I just packaged up some of the chai my nan sends me. Thought you might like it.”

Penny's mouth dropped open. “Yaz, I can't take something you got from your nan.”

Yaz shifted her weight. “She sort of sends me more than we can use,” she said. “There’s loads more where that came from.”

“She sounds brilliant,” Penny said, dead serious. She took the jar from Yaz. “Thank you.” She stared through the glass at the mix of spices and tea. “I suppose this is the sort of thing you have with lots of milk?”

“I'll show you how we make it later,” Yaz promised. “If you want, anyway.”

“Yasmin Khan,” Penny said, still dead serious. “That would be brilliant.”

Yaz smiled. 

Penny had stilled, just for a moment, but now she leapt into action. “C’mon,” she said. “I’ll show you the kitchen.” 

The kitchen itself was a mess. There was a cluttered table shoved into the space, leaving barely any room to stand at the counter— and the counters themselves were full of pans stacked on top of each other, baking sheets piled in the drying rack, flour sitting out. Donna was at the stove, poking at what looked like pasta in a thick red sauce; it smelled amazing. 

“Donna, we’ve got company!” Penny exclaimed. She set down the jar Yaz had given her on the counter. 

Donna turned, still holding the wooden spoon she’d been using to stir. “Oh, we do, do we?” She grinned at Yaz and Rose. “Welcome. Food’s almost done.” 

“Smells good,” Rose said. 

“Thanks.” Donna leaned forward. “Be glad I’m the one cooking. Who knows what Penny would’ve subjected you to?”

“Oi, which of us went to culinary school?” Penny protested.

“All the culinary school in the world can’t provide taste,” Donna replied. She raised her eyebrows. “Remember when you tried to mix tofu with peanut butter? And not a proper sauce, either.”

“That was all about the texture,” Penny insisted. 

Donna guffawed. “Who on Earth would think that’s a good texture?”

Penny rolled her eyes. “Table’s through here,” she said to Yaz and Rose, carefully ignoring Donna’s continued laughter. She led Yaz and Rose into a space just big enough for a table that seated four, currently set with a blue tablecloth, silverware and plates and bowls, and two tall candles in the center. There was a big window on one side, framed with red curtains and looking out on the street, and a framed art print of an abstract design in shades of blue and orange. Penny sat in one of the chairs, and Yaz and Rose followed her lead.

“How long have you and Donna known each other?” Rose asked, fiddling with her napkin. 

“Oh, since we were about sixteen,” Penny said. She waved a hand. “It’s a long story. Her family helped me out. Honestly, we’re basically siblings at this point. Or cousins. I usually tell people she’s my cousin.” 

“You get along better than me and my sister,” Yaz noted. She and Sonya cared about each other, but Yaz couldn’t imagine actually sharing a flat with her. “Or any of my cousins.”

Penny shrugged. “We work together well enough. Always have. One time when we were in school together we got assigned a science project, and we wound up making this huge diorama of the solar system in Donna’s grandad’s kitchen. Was brilliant. And then it broke in half on the bus to school, and we had to patch it up in the hallway.” She waved a hand. “Still, we managed the A. These days I think Donna just stays in my life to make sure I get decent coffee for the shop.” 

“Donna picks the coffee?” Rose asked. 

Penny nodded. “You heard her, didn’t you? I’ve got no taste, apparently. Just ‘cause I like some milk and sugar—”

“You barely put any coffee in there!” Donna had entered, carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and four glasses in the other. “Honestly. Leave the coffee selection to the people who actually drink it.”

“I drink it!” Penny protested. 

Donna shook her head. She set down the wine and glasses on the table.

“You think you drink it,” she said. “But I’ve seen how much actual coffee goes into your cups.”

Penny rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’ll right back,” she said. She pushed herself to her feet and ran into the kitchen, returning seconds later with a loaf of challah much like the one Rose had bought that morning, sitting on a cutting board. She set it down on the table, a little out of breath.

“Think we’re close enough to sunset?” she asked Donna.

Donna peered out the window. “Sure.”

“You know you can look up when the sun sets online,” Rose said. 

Penny shook her head. “Where’s the fun in that?” She pulled out a box of matches. “Right. You two done this before?”

Yaz shook her head, but Rose nodded.

“You have?” Yaz asked.

Rose nodded again. “Back when I was with Mickey,” she explained. “He used to let his bandmates stay with him sometimes, ‘cause they didn’t have great relationships with their families, some of them. There was one friend— Sally, do you remember her? —he had her living with him for months who would have us all come round on Friday nights. We used to pitch in to help her get the bread and stuff. It’s a good memory.”

“Oh, right.” Yaz had just barely known Rose when she and Mickey had broken up— Rose had kept the friend group for a little while, but they’d sort of dissolved before Yaz and Rose got really close. Yaz had known Sally, in a friend-of-a-friend sort of way, but not in an invited-to-Shabbat sort of way. She’d seemed nice, though. 

“It’s not too complicated,” Donna said to Yaz. “We light the candles, there’s a bit of prayer, there’s wine, there’s bread.”

Yaz exchanged a glance with Rose. 

“Yaz doesn’t really do alcohol,” Rose said. “Is that all right?”

“Oh!” Penny dropped the matches on the table. “Sorry, Yaz, I should’ve asked this morning. Donna, do we still have the grape juice from when your cousins were over?” Without waiting for an answer, she darted back into the kitchen. Yaz could hear the doors of cabinets and fridges opening, and then the sound of things being moved around, and then Penny came back in, holding a bottle of grape soda. “I think this’ll have to do.” She opened it, poured a little bit into one of the wine glasses, and then said, “You don’t have to drink it, honest. Just don’t want you to feel left out.”

“I feel like I’m learning a lot about your taste tonight,” Yaz joked. 

She did drink it, in the end: she listened as Penny and Donna sang blessings and Rose fumbled along, getting about half the words right, and she sipped from the grape soda ( not her favorite flavor, but all right under the circumstances), and she took a piece of the challah, which was in fact delicious: Penny’s skill as a baker was inarguable. 

“I see why you’re the best around,” Rose said.

Penny beamed. She moved the candles to the window ledge, and Donna went back into the kitchen and brought out a big serving bowl. “Oi, move the other stuff over,” she said.

Penny shifted the challah and wine bottle so that there was room for the bowl.

“Right.” Donna set down the bowl. “Help yourselves.”

Rose reached for the bowl, dishing out a helping of the pasta Donna had made. Once she was done, she passed the bowl to Yaz, who did the same. There wasn’t much talking as they started eating— until Donna jabbed her fork in Yaz’s and Rose’s direction and said, “Right, then. I’ve got to learn more about you two.” She gave Penny a look. “Considering how much this one seems to talk about you.”

“I don’t talk about you that much,” Penny protested.

Donna rolled her eyes. “You haven’t shut up since they agreed to come to dinner.” 

Penny looked down at her plate, her mouth pressed into a line. 

“Not sure we’re all that interesting,” Rose said. She glanced at Yaz. “I dunno. What do you want to know?”

Donna paused for a moment, thinking. “How’d you meet?” she asked.

“Working at the same shop,” Rose said. “Back when we were both really new.”

“I was just off my apprenticeship,” Yaz added. 

“Right, and they brought me on ‘cause their old piercer retired or something.” Rose took a bite of her food. “First day, I walk into the break room, Yaz is in there arguing with a coworker about whether or not blood is blue until it hits the air.”

“It’s obviously not, by the way,” Yaz added. “Don’t know how Dan managed to spend twenty years as a tattoo artist without figuring out that blood is pretty much always red.”

“And then they tried to get me to weigh in,” Rose said. “Except I was all, ‘Don’t ask me, I haven’t even got my A-levels,’ and then I got on the shop’s computer and Googled it, and, I dunno, I guess we were friends from there.”

“Good story,” Penny said. She was fiddling with her fork, poking at the pasta. 

“Why’d you come to London, then?” Donna asked Yaz. “I mean, not to assume or anything, but you sound like you’re from a bit further north.”

“I am,” Yaz said. “Technically I came for the apprenticeship. Really I was just trying to get away from my family, I suppose.” She hesitated. “I mean, not that there’s really anything wrong with them. Just— needed space. Anyway, it’s a good thing I did come here, ‘cause otherwise I never would’ve met Rose, and we never would’ve opened our shop together.”

“Where are you from, then?” Penny asked, eyeing Yaz. “Sheffield?”

“Right in one,” Yaz said. “Impressive.” She nodded to Penny. “How about you?” 

“Huddersfield, round about,” Penny said. “Except I might as well be from London, if it weren’t for the accent. Lived here since I was sixteen, haven’t I?” She scrunched up her face. “Wish I could just tell people I was from here.”

“Who’s stopping you?” Donna asked. “You say you’re from London, and if they ask about the accent, you just pretend it’s a perfectly normal London accent. Makes them look rude. Eventually, people stop asking. Easy.”

Penny tilted her head to the side. “Could work. Not sure it’d be worth it.”

“I’ll back you up, if it comes to that,” Yaz offered. “Tell people we’re from the secret north bit of London.”

Rose laughed. “‘Course, the illusion will be shattered once they get on Google Maps and realize it doesn’t exist.”

“That’s the secret bit, isn’t it?” Penny grinned. “Anyway, it won’t matter. Once they’ve left our shops, who cares what they think? We can definitely get away with this.” 

“Would be more fun than explaining the real story,” Yaz said. She looked at Penny. “I think we’ve got a plan.”

“Brilliant. Can’t wait.” Penny raised her eyebrows at Yaz. “You’d better follow through. Don’t leave me hanging.”

Yaz grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

“Brilliant,” Penny said again, and she shoved a truly astonishing amount of pasta into her mouth. 

After dinner, they lingered. Yaz was comfortable and full, and she was very much enjoying the conversation: Penny turned out to have no shortage of entertaining anecdotes from her time in culinary school and running the bakery, with sidebars and elaboration and further (often embarrassing) anecdotes of the both of them from Donna, and she showed a complete and earnest interest in anything Yaz and Rose had to say. It was a little disarming, the way she looked at Yaz when she talked. Yaz could’ve stayed all night, really, but then she checked her watch and realized what time it was. She tugged at Rose’s arm. “We’ve got to go if we want to be ready for tomorrow.”

“Oh, do you?” Penny looked genuinely disappointed at the prospect.

“Hey, we’re just across the street,” Rose said. “Come by tomorrow, even. We’ll be busy, but you might have fun.”

“At the very least it makes us look like we’ve got clients,” Yaz added. 

“Oh, brilliant.” Penny nudged Donna. “D’you want to come to their thing with me tomorrow?”

Donna shook her head. “I’ve got plans,” she said. “Me, face mask, magazines. Sorry.”

“We make Graham run the shop on Saturdays,” Penny explained. “Day of rest, and all that.” 

“Not if you’re Graham,” Yaz joked.

Penny shrugged. “He gets Sunday and Monday off. It all evens out in the end. And it’s theologically sound, considering.”

“We’d be happy to see either of you,” Rose said. “But you don’t have to come, of course.” She stood, holding out a hand to help Yaz up. “Thanks for inviting us tonight.”

“Yeah, I had fun,” Yaz said. “We’ll see you later?”

“Won’t be able to get rid of us,” Penny said. She got to her feet and walked them to the door. “Tomorrow,” she promised as Yaz and Rose stepped out into the hall.

“See you then,” Rose said. 

They took their time walking back across the street, still languishing in the contentment of the evening— at least, until Rose nudged Yaz and said, “You know, Penny was flirting with you.”

Yaz could feel the heat rushing to her face. “She was not .”

Rose danced in front of Yaz, walking backward so she could stare Yaz down and, lowering her voice in an imitation of Penny’s fervent tone, said, “ Yasmin Khan. That would be brilliant. ”

“That wasn’t—” Yaz flustered. “I’m pretty sure she’s just like that.”

Rose stepped back to walk at Yaz’s side again. “I don't know. It looked like flirting to me.”

“I thought you were into her,” Yaz said.

“Sure I am,” Rose replied. “Doesn’t do much if she’s not into me .”

Yaz glanced at her. “Considering you’re the one actually into women, I think you’ve got a shot.” 

“Oh, I don't know,” Rose said, and now Yaz could hear the smile in her voice. “If you’re not into her, why did you get all flustered when I said she was flirting?”

“I didn’t—” By now they were almost to the top of the steps to their flat. As soon as they reached the landing, Yaz bumped against Rose in a gentle shove. “Stop trying to convince me I’m into women.”

“Stop trying to convince me you’re not,” Rose said with a grin.

Yaz rolled her eyes. “Still pretty sure I’d know better than you.” 

“That’s what you think.” It was an old argument by now, worn comfortably in like a threadbare armchair— Rose was openly and unabashedly bisexual, and for years now she’d been insisting Yaz had to have feelings for other women. “But as your best friend, I know things about you you don’t even know about yourself. Like how you haven’t had a boyfriend in years . And how I saw you staring at that butch I brought home last year—”

“I was just trying to figure out where I knew her from,” Yaz protested. They’d stopped in the middle of the living room, and now Yaz was leaning against the back of the couch while Rose stood in front of her.

Rose shook her head. “I know what it looks like when you’re trying to figure out where you know someone from.” She raised her eyebrows. “Best friend, remember?” 

Yaz rolled her eyes.

“ And —” Rose got closer, her eyes huge in Yaz’s frame of vision— “if you were really straight, why would you get flustered when I said Penny was flirting?”

Yaz pushed her away, shaking her head affectionately. “You just don’t want to admit you’ve spent the last four years living with a straight girl.”

“It’s called having a roommate,” Rose scoffed. “ You just don’t want to admit you’ve been wrong this whole time.”

“Whatever.” Yaz pushed off the back of the couch, flicking at Rose’s shoulder as she went. “I’ve got to get to bed. My nonexistent attraction to women can wait ‘til morning.”

“It’s been waiting long enough,” Rose called after her. 

Yaz pulled the door to her room closed and flopped back on her bed, still smiling.

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[moonlightsolo]

forever pt. 2

wc: 4.8k

warnings: mild language, so much cute fluff, & domesticrry & also unedited so prob so many mistakes

pairing: harry styles x female reader (soulmate!au)

a/n: this is so cute it makes me sick

traveling makes you nauseated.

the stress of having to pack coordinated outfits and shoes, and every product you use is overwhelming.

even when your flight is paid for and you’re flying in first class to new york city to visit your soulmate, harry styles.

once love on tour ended, harry couldn’t help but want to fly you out to him. since his last concert took place in long island, he took some time to settle down in his residence in the city.

after completely falling off the face of earth after his last concert, he took this opportunity to book a one-way flight for you from your hometown to come see him.

harry doesn’t completely show it, but he’s so excited to see you again. he made sure to get to the airport early enough to pick you up. since it’s december it’s quite cold so he has an excuse to disguise himself to not get recognized.

he planted himself on a bench right outside of the arrival exit in the baggage claim. he was absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, liking a few tweets that he finds amusing.

he makes sure to keep an eye on his surroundings, making sure no one walking around him was staring for too long or paying too much attention to him.

a new group of people started filtering out from the exit, his eyes perk up when he receives a text that you’ve landed safely. it causes him to stand up on his feet as his eyes rake over the crowd looking for you.

the flight wasn’t terribly long and being in first class really helped you stay comfortable throughout it. you made sure to dress comfortable but still trendy. you’re meeting up with harry styles, there’s no way to know what he is going to wear?

you stand up in the aisle of the plane, grabbing your carry on bag from the overhead bin and shuffling out of the plane in a line. your nerves are starting to get to you as you follow the signs to the baggage claim.

harry could feel his nerves buzzing with excitement to see you again. he taps the toe of his shoe to the back of his heel, one of his nervous habits.

you breathe heavily as you grow closer to the exit, as the crowd begins to disperse it’s almost like you instantly spot him. even with his hoodie up over his curls one still peeks out over his forehead, his legs are covered with joggers, his face covered by his mask, and he’s wearing dirty vans with mix matched laces.

your face couldn’t help but break into the largest smile as you sprinted to him.

the crinkle by his eyes indicate he feels the same way and his arms open wide as you crash into him.

harry stumbles back from the force but stays stable as he tightly wraps his arms around your frame. “hi.” you breathe out into his chest in disbelief.

“i can’t believe you’re here.” he mumbles into the top of your head, pressing soft kisses against your hair through his mask. you giggle softly against the soft fabric of his clothes. he smells so good.

the mark on your arm tingles slightly as happiness runs freely through your body. “let’s go get your bag, yeah?” he squeezes you once more before letting his hand slip into yours.

you nod in agreement as he pulls you toward the multiple bag carousels, looking for your specific flight on the screen above it. “ah there it is.” he tugs you over gently.

his thumb softly rubs against the skin on your hand before pulling you into his front again. he gives you a soft kiss through his mask, you can feel his smile through the two layers of fabric.

“that was adorable.” you mumble against him, his arms hook around your lower waist with a soft smile.

“you’re adorable.”

you felt eyes on the side of your face, glancing over at the person next to you who was indeed staring at your obvious pda.

you quickly avert your eyes from hers and laugh into his chest, “you think she noticed me?” he chuckles out quietly enough so only you could hear.

you shook your head no as a little charm sounded over the loud speaker indicating the bags are starting to arrive. the carousel belt begins to move as the bags slide out onto it.

“ah! there’s mine!” you exclaim as you turn around in harry’s arms, his hands gently rest on your hips from behind.

“i’ll grab it for you, darling.” he says as he steps forward to pull it off the conveyor in one swift move. he did that much smoother than you would’ve.

“thanks.” you smile brightly as he pops the handle up to grab it.

“let’s go. follow me.” 

you nod in response as his free hand grabs yours again to walk out of the airport, the cold air instantly sends a wave of shock as it hits your exposed skin. the busy airport terminal reverberates with honks of passing cars and pedestrians talking and luggage rolling on the pavement.

“this way.” harry leads you toward the crosswalk, waiting for the man directing traffic to stop the cars. once it was safely to walk across, harry started speed walking across almost tripping you up from his longer stride than yours.

once you both make it to the other side of the street in one piece, he slows down for you. he chuckles as he looks down at you slightly out of breath.

you notice that his hoodie has slightly fallen back, showing off his brown wavy hair underneath. his green eyes are striking in natural light. you can’t believe you’re lucky enough to be by his side.

as you walk in the parking garage to find his car, you can’t help but continuously glance up at him in disbelief. “what?” he laughs softly.

“nothin’.” you play innocently with a shrug.

a pair of girls walking by in the opposite way catch your attention, their eyes blow wide when they look at you two- specifically harry.

it seems he noticed them too, he gives them a soft nod as they walk past. you look back at them totally freaking out behind his back, “does that happen often?” you question him.

“yeah, but usually they stop and ask for a picture.” he hums as he pulls up to an all black range rover, clicking something on his key for the trunk to open by itself.

he closes the handle to your suitcase and picks it up to slide it into the back of his car. he also takes your backpack and the bag you were holding. before you could take a step to walk over to your side of the car to get in, harry pulls his mask below his chin- his beautiful face is finally on full display.

he leans down, one of his arms interlock around your waist as he lifts his hand from his side to pull your mask down too. the action makes your stomach fill with butterflies.

a small cheeky grin appears on his lips as he leans down close to your face, “you’re so beautiful.” his other hand gently caresses your cheek, “i’m gonna kiss you now.” he rasps out softly as he finally connects your lips.

the feeling is indescribable. it’s better than the first time he kissed you in the car. a soft gasp emits from your lips, making him pull you in tighter. his lips move against yours, tingles explode throughout your body. you wonder if harry feels the same right now.

and he does. he’s never felt like this for someone. yes, he’s had girlfriends, and he has loved them but each relationship hasn’t felt this real before. his lips fit against yours perfectly, his mark tingles from the close proximity to you, whenever he touches you he’s afraid you’ll break from how delicate you are.

it takes everything out of him to pull away from your lips, now that his mask is down he’s easily recognizable and he doesn’t want anyone to take pictures yet. he wants to keep this relationship as private as possible for the first couple months.

“as much as i don’t want to get in this car right now, we should get going so we can get you all settled in.” he smiles and squeezes your hips gently as he stands up straight. he quickly glances around and thankfully nobody is around.

you smile as he stands up fully, taking a deep breath of the cold air. harry closes the trunk as you walk around to the passenger side and he hops into the drivers seat.

harry starts the car and connects his phone to the bluetooth feature. christmas music instantly begins to softly emit from the speakers, making a smile creep on your face.

“‘tis the season, eh?” he smirks, his dimple cutely pops up on his cheek. you both buckle yourselves before he begins to slowly reverse out of his spot, he turns the wheel as he navigates his way out of the parking garage.

he merges into the terrible traffic, his hand reaches over to rest on your thigh. his thumb gently rubs your leg in a comforting manner, you let your hand rest upon his.

“i can’t believe you’re here right now.” he mumbles in disbelief, making you smile. “i can’t believe it either, h.”

your eyes look out the window, looking at the cityscape as harry drives toward it. the soft music playing in the background as he drives through the festive decorated city and past the giant christmas tree.

he takes a few turns, obviously knowing where he is going without directions. he puts his turn signal on as he drives his car down a slight decline under a building. he rolls his window down to speak with the guard before the gate opens. he smiles and waves as he pulls forward into the underground parking lot.

there’s a few of expensive vehicles in here; sports cars, other tinted suv’s, and a luxury electric car. once he parks, he grabs his phone then climbs out of his side to go grab your suitcase from the trunk.

once you unbuckle and climb out you walk up to him, grabbing your backpack and you reach for your carry on bag. “i got it, don’t worry.” he snatches it from your reach and places it on top of your suitcase. “thanks, but you don’t have to.” he ignores you as he closes the trunk, “c’mon.” he smiles and gestures with his head to move.

he walks you over to an elevator, hitting the button so the doors open and he climbs inside with you in tow.

he clicks the button with an arrow pointing up, and you take notice that there is only two pointing up or down. “so how many people live here?”

harry chuckles as he looks over at you, he leans against the elevator wall with a cocky little grin. “it’s actually just me.” he shrugs nonchalantly.

your eyes go wide as the gears start turning in your brain, all those cars are his, he owns the whole building. harry styles really is a millionaire.

his green eyes take in your reaction, “you alright?” he leans forward with a concerned look on his face.

“yeah, no. i’m fine, i’m fine. i promise.” you shake your head with a laugh, “i was just processing.”

his hands grip each of your arms, “you think it’s too much?”

“no, no. i just got like a reality check is all. i guess i just kinda forgot you’re really fucking rich.” you laugh and thankfully he laughs with you.

“i never really think about my money, i don’t let it define me, ya know.” he leans into you, his arms crossing behind your head to kiss your forehead.

“that’s exactly what a rich person would say.” you mumble into his chest which instantly starts to vibrate with laughter.

he squeezes you tighter as he laughs, the sound is like music to your ears. he throws his head back, making you pull your head up to look up at him with a big smile. you notice the little vein in his neck sticking out, he catches you looking up at him.

“touché.” he huffs out as one hand comes up to wipe the tear falling from his eye, a smile still bright on his face. before you could respond to him, the elevator dings indicating you finally made it to his floor.

in front of you are giant windows that extend all the way to the second floor. the view perfectly overlooks the city. as you continue to take in the area, there’s a spiral staircase that must lead to the second floor of the apartment. you both walk through the foyer and you notice a kitchen all the way to the left and a living room to the right.

there’s also a very large balcony right outside with a few patio tables and a grill. harry starts to walk toward the staircase and since you’re straggling behind, you scurry up behind him.

he loops his arm through your carry on tote bag, and picks up your luggage with a little grunt, “you need help?” you gently put your hand on his shoulder blade. he shakes his head no, “i got this.” he starts his way up the steps and from behind you watch how his biceps expand from the weight. you shyly gulp and attempt to avert your eyes away from his body.

once he makes it to the second floor landing, he puts the bag on the floor to roll it down the hall with him. “do you have everything you own in that damn bag?” he laughs which makes you scoff playfully.

“no, not everything… well, sorta actually now that i think about it.” you giggle as he pushes open a door with his foot. the room is filled with bright natural light, also overlooking the countless buildings in new york city.

there’s a giant king bed with pristine white sheets, a white fluffy comforter and a throw blanket. there’s plants overflowing on a desk with a computer that’s against the wall parallel to the door. a tv is mounted to the wall across from the bed, a guitar sits on a stand in the corner near the window along with a leather armchair and a bookcase.

as you walk farther into the room, you notice that one of the nightstands has books stacked on top along with a lamp. harry sets your luggage on it’s side at the end of the bed and puts your carry on next to it, “you have a beautiful home.” you smile at him which he returns.

harry can feel his own heartbeat beating against his ribcage as he walks toward you, he places his hands on your hips and leans down to press a kiss to your lips; a little bit longer than a peck. he relishes in the feeling of you for a moment before pulling away.

“thank you, love.” he hums deeply in his chest, making your own flutter with happiness. you glance over at the bed, realizing that you’re going to be sharing that bed later on in the evening. it makes you a little nervous but it will be fine… right?

you shake off your thoughts and give harry a little hug, “are you hungry or anything?” he asks as he lets his hand travel up and down your back in a soothing motion.

“a little bit actually.” you mumble and look up at him, your chin resting against his chest. he looks down at you and kiss your nose, “there’s an italian place on the street over, and a good chinese restaurant down the block. whatever you want, i’ll go get for us.”

“mmm, how about italian?”

he nods with a smile, “good choice because i just had chinese last night,” he laughs before letting go of you and pulling you toward his dresser. he opens the top drawer, “i emptied this drawer for you, and there’s hangers in the closet.” he points his thumb toward it.

“thank you so much.” you could feel yourself getting a little emotional, but in a good way. he just cares so much and his little acts of love make you so happy.

harry pulls his phone out of his pocket and begins typing away on a browser, “here’s the menu.” he hands over his phone to you, looking over your shoulder as you scroll through the very exquisite yet expensive dishes.

“harry, this is like… luxury food.” you laugh and he shakes his head with a huff.

he takes over with his index finger, scrolling to a specific dish on the website. “that one’s my favorite.” you read over the description, and the words make your belly growl. “i’ll get that too then.”

“i’ll order!” he chirps happily as he grabs his phone from your hand. you take the free time to unpack your suitcase, leaving an outfit and your toiletries out for when you end up showering.

as harry speaks to the restaurant to order the food, you open his closet to grab some hangers for your clothes. you smile at how he pushed his own clothing to the other side so you’d have room for your things.

you hang up two dresses, and a lot of shirts and jackets. you lay your shoes out next to his in the bottom of the closet, you can’t help but admire the gucci he casually has sitting in there. this is going to take some getting used to.

you didn’t even notice harry had stopped talking until his fingers jolt your sides, making your whole body seize and jump from getting spooked. “oh my god!” you wheeze out.

harry let’s out a little, “ha!” as he pulls you into his front to comfort you, “sorry, i had to. i couldn’t resist.” he buries his head into the crook of your neck. “the food will be ready in forty-five minutes.”

you let your body relax against his warmth for a moment, shutting your eyes as you lean back against his collarbone. “i should probably shower before i eat. i have airport germs on me.” you grumble.

he chuckles against your skin and nods in agreement, “that’s true. you have cooties.”

you tsk at him in annoyance, rolling your eyes playfully. “i’ll show you the bathroom.” he pulls away from you unwillingly and walks toward a door that is connected to the bedroom.

the bathroom is pristine and white. there’s a large bathtub with a square window next to it, a large vanity with two sinks and a tempered glass shower in the corner. he grabs a towel out of a little closet, handing it to you then he shows you how to work the shower and points to the soaps.

“any questions before i leave you to it?”

you look around the bathroom before shaking your head from side to side, “nope! i think i’m good- all of that was very informative.” you smile wide.

he chuckles and walks back over to you to peck your cheek, “i’ll be downstairs if you need anything. if you get out and i’m not here i’m probably getting the food.” he starts to walk out of the bathroom, and goes to shut the door.

right before it’s closed all the way you speak up, “harry, wait!”

his tousled brown locks peek through the door with a wide eyed look on his face, “yeah?”

“thank you… for everything.”

his face softens with a sweet smile on his perfect pink lips, “you don’t need to thank me. i’m so glad you’re here with me.”

you can’t help but smile back at him, then he finally shuts the door to give you privacy.

you take a deep breath to compose yourself, the happiness radiating from your heart sends adrenaline through your veins. there’s no way you’re already starting to fall for him.

i mean he is harry styles, it’s not that easy to stop it from happening.

you mentally follow his instructions to turn the shower on and finally the stream of hot water pours from the shower head. you quickly undress yourself and place your clothes in empty hamper beside the shower before climbing in.

oh the water feels heavenly on your travel-ridden bones.

thoughts begin to run through your head as the white noise from the water keeps you company.

this whole day has felt so domestic, and yet you two aren’t even truly official. yes, you’re soulmates but are you two even dating yet? or maybe harry has already assumed you are dating from the new soulmate status?

the public is still raving about harry and his true soulmate, and thankfully nobody has found your social media yet. rumors swirl throughout social media and you’ve made the choice to put all of your accounts on private.

the pictures of you being escorted by the band and bodyguards have been plastered all over every harry styles fan account. you’re so thankful that your face really isn’t visible from the terrible lighting and the bad quality of the cameras it was taken on. you wonder what would happen when you two become official within the public eye.

the thought makes you shiver.

you finish washing your body and hair, making sure to also scrub your face. suddenly, you can feel the tiredness catching up to you so you get out of the shower before you could fall asleep standing up.

the soft towel wraps around your body and you tuck the fabric under your arms. a small yawn escapes you as you shuffle to the door to scurry out into the cold room to grab your things. of course, you peek out to make sure harry is nowhere to be found beforehand.

once you’re back in the steamy room, you brush your teeth and your hair. you apply product to your skin and get dressed in some comfortable clothing. it consists of a matching set of a hoodie and a pair of joggers. you also can’t forget your fuzzy socks to keep your feet keep warm.

once you feel like you look presentable you head out of the bedroom to walk downstairs using the spiral staircase. there’s soft noise coming from the living room so you quietly sneak toward the area.

harry’s no where to be found, but the tv is on a random channel with a christmas movie and there’s a record spinning inside one of the cubbies in his floor to ceiling bookshelves.

“hm.” you hum as you sit down on the extremely plush couch and turn the volume up on the movie. you make yourself comfortable by kicking your feet up and leaning against the throw pillows in the corner.

soon, you can feel yourself getting sleepy and you’re unable to fight it. you’re so comfortable, clean and warm. your eyelids grow heavy and the darkness behind them consumes you.

a soft tap against your shoulder makes your eyes flutter open, seeing a bright green eyed man above you.

your mouth curls up in a sleepy smile as you gently stretch your body, “hi.” you mumble groggily.

you realize the room around you has transformed from a well lit room to soft and warm. it’s dark outside.

his cold hand cups your warm cheek, “you’re cute when you sleep.” he chuckles before pulling away and sitting down near your feet.

“how long did i sleep?” you croak out as you slowly sit up, still leaning against the pillows behind you for support. “maybe an hour or so.” he shrugs.

it’s been much longer than that.

“mm, lies. i smell lies, harry.”

his lips curl up into a one-sided smirk, and looks at you through his peripheral vision. “you’re jet lagged, so i let you sleep. simple as that. i didn’t wanna wake you, but your food is in the kitchen. i can warm it up for you if you’d like?”

your stomach makes an animalistic noise at the mention of food, “yes.” your eyes blow wide, “please.” you soften your voice with a sweet smile.

“of course, my love.” he pats your leg before standing up to walk to the kitchen.

you took a moment to look around, stretching again with a loud yawn. you could hear him messing about in the kitchen, and the microwave beeping so you stand to your feet and shuffle out of the living room.

harry’s standing with his back to you, stirring your food as steam rises from the take out box. it’s quite a tiny kitchen for a penthouse, it’s almost shaped like the letter c with the counters. there’s two stools pushed up against the side of the counters that extend.

you take the opportunity to press yourself against his warm back, sliding your hands around his waist to sit them in his hoodie pocket. “that smells delicious.” you grumble into the fabric with another yawn.

“i can tell you that it most definitely is.”

you let out a little giggle from his response, “it’s ready if you wanna eat.”

you take the moment to pull away from him so he could turn around and hand you the black plastic tupperware.

you almost groan at the smell, it’s amazing. you take a seat at the island and instantly dig in, making sure to blow on each piece to cool it down. harry leans against the opposite side of the counter, just looking at you while you eat.

“do you have anything in mind to do tomorrow?” he asks.

“actually, i’m not sure. do you?”

“actually… i’m glad you said something,” he says cheekily, “i have a little day planned for us.”

your eyebrows perk up as you chew, “oh really?” he nods and hums from your response. he crosses his arms over his chest, “oh, really.” he states with a wink.

the gesture makes you look away sheepishly with a blush spreading over your features as you twirl your fork in the pasta, “can i ask what you have planned or is it a surprise?”

“not a surprise. i was thinking after breakfast, we can go on little walk in central park and walk my friends dog? then go to this little smoothie place after and maybe sight seeing? for your little tourist self, of course.”

“a walk with a dog, sightseeing, and smoothies? it sounds like the most perfect day to me.” you smile as you finish the last bite of food.

“done?“ he asks with a big smile and you nod. he grabs the top of the container to place it back on top. he places the leftovers in the fridge before reaching for your hand, “movie then bed?”

you nod as you stand up to follow him back into the living room. he grabs three remotes from the coffee table, then lets you get comfortable with his arm draped over your shoulders. he kicks his feet up on the table as he grabs a tiny remote to dim the lights.

“christmas movies are my favorite.” you yawn as your eyes tiredly watch the screen in front of you.

it doesn’t help that his thumb is gently rubbing your shoulder soothingly- it’s so, so relaxing.

after about thirty minutes into the movie, you’ve already fallen limp against his side and you’re gently snoring from the awkward position. harry knows you’ve fallen asleep, but continues to hold you close for a little longer.

the movie finally ends and harry is growing tired himself. not wanting to wake you up, he gently scoots out from underneath your weight before leaning down to scoop your body up bridal style.

he slowly and carefully carries your sleeping body up the steps and into the bedroom. he tucks you under the soft duvet, your head instantly snuggles into the pillow underneath your angelic head.

he leans down to softly press a kiss to your forehead and brushes your hair away from your face. he quietly wobbles to his side of the bed, turning on his lamp to allow himself to read a little bit of his book before going to sleep.

he sits up against the headboard, book in his hands as he reads over the words on the pages. he continuously glances over at your form, making sure you’re breathing and that he’s not waking you up from the light.

as he continues to stare at you, he can’t help but feel his heart warm. he cannot help but feel utterly pure love for you already. his mark tingles as he continues to think about your perfect self.

he’s going to go to sleep, happy and full of adoration for the girl sleeping beside him tonight. he can’t wait to see what’s in store during the next few days with you.

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[sichengtual]

baby, i'm yours | jh. s

— summary: johnny might still not know much about life on earth, but he knows one thing: you're what makes it worth it.

— pairing: johnny suh x reader.

— genre: fluff; demon!johnny, wizard!reader, magic café, part of the love potion universe!

— word count: 1,439 (1.4k)

— warnings: none.

— song: just like heaven — the cure.

— a/n: a gift for the bestest bestie ever, @svtxsoju! i'm proud of you today, tomorrow, and every single day for the rest of time! 💞

There are a million things that Johnny loves about life on earth. They’re so many, he can’t even begin to count them with his fingers.

Sometimes, when it’s late at night and he’s tired after a long day of work, he looks up at his ceiling and tries to think of them as bullet points inside his mind: the way the sunlight seeps in through the big windows of the café every morning, breaking past the curtains and reflecting upon the delicate leaves of the hundreds of plants he’s set to tend to day by day. Your laugh whenever Lucas tells a dumb joke, traveling through the space and into his ears, coming inside his head as the most beautiful song he’s ever heard. The calmness and steadiness of a Sunday morning spent in bed. Your voice on the other side of the phone. The foam that collects at the top of his freshly-brewed morning coffee. The warmth of your body on his skin when you accidentally bump into him while walking past.

Johnny has known, from the very first time he saw you, that he’s in love with you. He had been brought down by accident, a failed spell from Kunhang’s book summoning him right as he was about a chess match against Jaehyun, one of his best friends. In the days he had arrived on earth, he still couldn’t believe such a clueless wizard could have summoned him, a powerful demon, without even meaning to, but once he met you, he started wondering if maybe fate had played a part.

He’d always found it funny — a demon, believing in fate? He’d believe in anything as long as anything meant you.

“It’s good the weather kind of picked up,” you say as you walk up the steps that lead to the rooftop. “If you had planned on taking me out there in the rain, I think I would have asked Kunhang to brew you a duck transformation potion.”

Johnny gasps, (harshly and loudly) slapping a hand to his chest. He’s walking right behind you, and you can almost feel the warmth of his breath against your neck.

“Quack,” Johnny breathes out, giggling.

It had been completely unexpected; Friday night, you had been drinking a cup of peach-infused tea as Lucas and Johnny set to clean up the kitchen after a long day, when the latter had held your hand and walked off with you following behind. He kept saying he had a surprise prepared for you, something to celebrate the news you had just received a little earlier, and although he wouldn’t budge in telling you what it was, his freshly ironed black button-up gave you an important clue.

“You should have told me I had to dress up nice,” you say, breathing out a little more relaxed once you’re able to see the door leading to the rooftop up ahead. “I’m in jeans!”

“I’m also in jeans, baby,” Johnny laughs. He reaches up, placing a palm on the small of your back, fishing the keys from his pocket with his free hand. “And anyway, you look as beautiful as ever.”

You don’t answer, too focused on the fact that the closer you get to the door, the more you can hear music playing faintly — except the more you walk, the louder the sound becomes. Is Johnny playing Baekhyun’s Candy?

“Now, close your eyes,” Johnny whispers as soon as you reach the last step. He leans against you to open the door, and you catch a wisp of his cologne when you hear the keys dangle loudly. “Don’t peek! It’s a surprise!”

“Johnny, we’re here already!” You say, but you oblige, closing your eyes just as Johnny twists the doorknob so you can walk outside. “Okay, just tell me when you can open them. I don’t want to bump against a wall or something.”

“I wouldn’t let you,” he whispers against your ear as he helps guide your steps. “Ivy would never forgive me… which means Kunhang would probably bewitch me when I’m showering or something.”

A gust of air meets your face as soon as you step outside. Senses are immediately overwhelmed, and you try to make sense of everything you’re feeling, but it all comes together to simply send your heart on a frenzy before Johnny can even give you the green light to finally see what his surprise is all about.

You try to piece everything together; the music playing from a speaker nearby, the sweet smell that resembles freshly-baked pastries, the city sounds rising from the back and mixing in with the music, the feeling of Johnny’s hand on your back.

“You can open your eyes now.”

And you’re not completely sure what you’re seeing is real. It’s like a scene that has just come out of a movie, or a dream, because the more you see, the more you’re convinced that what you’re seeing is romanticism brought to life. The rooftop, deeper than it is wider, is covered in multiple series of fairy lights that hang from side to side, completely illuminating the entire space. There’s a table and a couple of chairs set near one of the furthest corners, and every single centimeter next to the edges of the rooftop are all traced with tall, colorful bougainvillea bushes. Next to the table stands a bar that’s decked with food and drinks; you can’t quite make out all of the dishes and concoctions that await you, but the mix of smells that reach you don’t fail to make your mouth water.

“Johnny,” you whisper, spinning slowly to make sure you catch every single detail. A rose bouquet rests in the middle of the table, and you can feel your voice threatening to break when you begin to speak. “You did all of this?”

“Had to celebrate my baby,” he says, quickly pecking your cheek as he moves to walk in front of you. “It’s not everyday you get offered to co-own the café, is it?”

Taking your hand in his, he guides you over to the table, and the song changes to a soft Ariana Grande tune when you finally reach it.

“Still, I can’t believe you actually pulled this together, I’m just ​​— when did you even have the time?”

“The boys helped earlier today,” Johnny winks, moving so he can pull the chair back for you to sit. He’s decided to top the surprise by being the textbook definition of a gentleman, and you don’t miss the slight smile on his face when he sits down in front of you. “You would have thought I paid them, with how excited they were setting the lights up and everything.”

“What, you didn’t pay them? Kunhang helped you for free?”

“Yeah, something about loving love, or whatever,” he waves a hand in the air. “Lucas though, he still owed me for last week’s pizza.”

“You owe me for last week’s pizza, you punk!”

“I thought the kisses made up for it!”

The world stops when you begin laughing, time hanging from your mouth in a delicate thread that threatens to break if only disturbed ever so slightly. It’s almost like earth spins solely for and because of you, its rhythm finding and matching yours. He knows his world does, at least, and that’s all he cares about.

“I’m really grateful for this, you know?” You say. “For everything. For this, for you being there, for you feeling proud of me when I don’t even know what I’m doing half of the time. All I know is you’re there, next to me, and that’s anchoring enough… even when you join Kunhang’s TikTok recordings instead of actually helping me manage the café.”

“Baby, there will never be a day where I’m not feeling proud of you. Of everything you do and everything you are. I love my life here simply because I love you being in it.”

In that moment, standing on the colorful rooftop of the café, Johnny can’t help but notice everything around him, and remember some of the things that are not. Everything that make you and him, you and him. Your smile as you look up to the sky. The sound of water bubbling up inside the kettle. The feeling of your hand on his. The smell of freshly baked raspberry pastries. The weight of your head coming to rest over his shoulder.

The sound of his beating heart, thumping loudly against his chest the moment a smile breaks upon his face.

“And come on, deep down, you know you also want to join Kunhang’s TikTok recordings.”

There are a million things that Johnny loves about life on earth. On that list, you’re always number one.

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recovered in time

(pt. i)

“From what I can tell, the implant seems to be interrupting the connection between your visual cortex and your emotional center,” Brainy says, eyes narrowed in concentration, two fingers pressed against the incision point at the base of Kara’s neck. “As well as inhibiting your frontal lobe and sending distress signals to the amygdala.” 

“What does that mean?” Kara asks. 

“It means that... you weren’t feeling like yourself,” Alex says, and Kara nods hesitantly at that. 

“So, can you rid of it or not?” Alex asks, fixing Brainy with her most hardened stare. 

“I’ve already determined five different ways to extract the device—”

“Great! So, we can—”

“—but none that wouldn’t immediately prove fatal or result in permanent brain damage.” 

Eventually, Alex releases a long-suffering, shuddery sigh. “... You could have fucking led with that.” 

“I did feel like myself though...” Kara interjects, suspending what was surely about to result in another very unproductive argument. “And I still feel like myself now. It’s just...” She ducks her head, fiddling with the sleeves of her shirt, already frayed from anxious attention. “... I felt so alone? Like, I’d been abandoned, or was suddenly in a world where I’d lost everyone all at once. Again.” 

Kara shifts uncomfortably in her seat, now able to feel everyone’s eyes on her, burning holes into her skin. She has long since traded in her super-suit for comfy clothes, and her scarf has been upgraded to a pair of heat vision resistant blackout goggles, but it would take more than 24 measly hours for her to adjust to, well... everything. 

“You’re not alone though,” Alex says, giving Kara’s knee a firm squeeze as if in reminder. “You know that, right?” 

Kara rubs at her nose, sniffling herself back into some semblance of composure. “Yeah, I know.” 

But of course, knowing something hardly ever outstrips the feeling of it, and Kara kinda just wishes that she still had Lena’s scarf on her. 

//

“Hey Lena,” Kara calls out softly from the bed. She doesn’t lift her head from her pillow, but still offers a small wave in greeting. 

“What gave me away?” Lena asks, and it’s almost playful, which makes everything that much easier. 

“Well... Pretty much everything, actually.” 

“Ah.”

Then the smell hits her, overwhelming her senses in an unexpected rush of heat and spice. Kara sits up right away, startled. “How did you...” is all she manages to get out, then pushed into her hands is a considerably sized takeout box of potstickers. 

“I wanted to surprise you, so I might have created a hermetically sealed lunchbox just to sneak these in,” Lena says, and Kara’s already laughing softly. “The food’s still good though! I literally just slipped them inside right before walking into the building, so...” 

“... Thank you,” Kara says. She inclines her head to the spot next to her, and feels the bed sink with Lena’s weight accordingly. 

Kara starts eating, but does so with only one hand. The other just fidgets at her thigh, tugging at her sweatpants, lying in wait so impatiently. Then Lena takes the hand and holds it firmly in her own, and finally, it feels like Kara can breathe freely again. 

“I never thanked you,” Kara says, “for, you know... everything.” 

“You already did,” Lena reminds her, squeezing Kara’s hand. 

“I... did?” Kara feels Lena nodding beside her. “Okay... so then, why does it feel like I still have so much left to owe you?” 

Lena tries to hold her breath quietly, but Kara hears it; of course, she hears it. “I can’t answer that for you.” 

A couple of hours later, when Alex pops into the room for her usual check-in, she stumbles upon an unexpected sight: Lena sitting up on the hospital bed, her legs tucked beneath the sheets as she answers emails on her phone, and Kara fast asleep, curled up around her. 

Kara’s still holding Lena’s hand, her face buried in Lena’s shirt where it smells most like her, apparently, besides her hair. 

Lena blushes a little, but can’t find it in her to regret her position. 

//

“Alex says it’s because I didn’t see your face,” is the first thing Kara says the next time Lena visits. “I pretty much saw everyone else’s, but... never yours. So, I’ve imprinted on you, or something.” 

Lena recovers quickly, “Well... what do you think?” 

“I don’t know,” Kara admits, running her fingers down the back of her neck, feeling the tender skin still raised in jagged lines. “There’s still so much I feel like I can’t trust right now.” 

“But you trust me...” 

“Yeah.” 

Lena carefully cradles Kara’s hand in both of hers, and it feels like a thank you of sorts. Then Kara draws their joined hands closer and closer, pressing her lips gently to Lena’s knuckles, and sighs in a way that could only ever be an expression of deep gratitude. 

//

Kara’s days all seem to unfold the same way, with Alex and Brainy running tests, Lena stopping by once per day for company, and Kara just trying to break up the monotony of it all with podcasts, books on tape, and tossing a tiny bouncy ball around the room to test her reflexes. 

For that last one, she has to stop the moment she hears Alex approaching her room, of course, because of all the broken glass and knocked over plants, and such. 

Until one day, she overhears a couple of DEO agents discussing some urgent mission—not exactly a rare occurrence, given her super-hearing, but she perks up, ears honing in at the mention of Lex Luthor. 

But when they also mention how Lena might be in danger, Kara is already out of bed and flying out the window.

Kara hasn’t flown since donning her blackout goggles, but she remembers enough to travel at a height that would be safe from any threat of collision. And before long, she’s hurtling straight for the source of all the distant commotion now pounding in her ears. 

She practically crashes in landing, the earth cracking beneath her bare feet. She whips her head toward where Lena’s heartbeat is fluttering the loudest, then hears low chuckles coming from the same direction. 

“You’re all so pathetic and predictable,” Lex crows. “At least try to make it somewhat of a challenge for me. God, it’s all just too easy.” 

“Kara, get out of here!” Lena’s voice shouts out to her, muffled and desperate. “It’s a trap!” 

But Kara takes a step toward them anyway, and immediately, the entire world seems to scream in protest. 

Kara falls to her knees, hands clapping over her ears but to no avail. The excruciating sound is coming from her own head, akin to hot spikes scraping at the inside of her skull. She calls out to Lena, but can’t even make out her own voice over the pain. 

She crumples over, helpless, her teeth gritted as she pushes her face into the dirt and shakes uncontrollably. She knows she has to get up; she’s a sitting duck like this. She can’t save Lena like this. 

And so, Kara does the one thing that she can do. 

She rips the goggles off her face, hurling them somewhere behind her, and jerks her head up. 

She sees a blur of colors, then a single hand outstretched towards her, clutching onto something silver and vaguely rectangular. 

She fires a burst of heat vision right at that hand, and feels the back of her head explode. 

//

“Man... she couldn’t just put them down gently?” mutters a voice that’s not unfamiliar. “She just had to throw the goggles like a goddamn shot-putter or something? These things cost a fortune!”  

“All right, that’s enough, Demos,” says Alex, a much more familiar voice. “I’ll worry about the budget, okay? You just get everyone else back to headquarters.”  

“’M’sorry,” Kara says, or at least she tries to say. “My bad...” Her eyes still shut tight, she flashes a thumbs up, then lets her arm flop back down to the ground. Alex stops her when she attempts to sit up. 

“Hey, not so fast, you jerk,” Alex says, somehow keeping Kara grounded with a single hand pressed against her shoulder. “We’re getting a stretcher for you.” 

“I don’t think I need a stretcher.” 

“Yeah, well... nobody asked you,” Alex sighs, before grumbling, “God, what’s taking them so long? Ugh, hang on... Hey, can you watch her? I’ll be right back.” 

Lena’s there now, and Kara can actually feel herself grinning without even meaning to. “No, don’t... You shouldn’t have come, Kara.” But there’s a smile in Lena’s voice, and Kara’s grin grows wider for it. “I’m serious!” 

“Okay, me too.” Kara then winces as a sharp pain gradually surfaces, trickling into reality. “The back of my head is killing me...” 

“Yeah, you’re bleeding.” 

Kara scoffs. “I don’t bleed; I’m Supergirl.” 

“Okay, Supergirl... but somebody got blood all over my shirt, and it sure as hell isn’t me, so...” 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“Then check for yourself.” 

Kara goes rigid, her humor dashed and her brow furrowing heavily.

“... You know I can’t do that.” 

Soft fingertips brush down Kara’s face, tucking her hair behind her ear so tenderly. “Listen,” Lena says. “You destroyed Lex’s transmitter, along with most of his right hand, and I think you blew out the implant in your head in the process as well.” 

There are thoughts then—the kind that Kara is unwilling to say aloud lest they develop reasons to be true. Thoughts like, what if the explosion damaged parts of her brain permanently? What if it severed that neural link between her eyes and everything else for good? And, how can she risk losing the one person who she believes to be absolutely, 100% real? 

Lena draws Kara’s attention with a gentle hand squeeze. “Hey, where’d you go?” she asks softly.

“I’m still here,” Kara says. “Still just right here.” 

But Lena seems to understand Kara’s concerns, unvoiced or not, because she leans a bit closer and asks, “Do you trust me...?” 

And, yes; yes, she does.  

With a deep breath filling out her lungs, Kara slowly opens her eyes. Everything’s a blur at first, just like before. But then little by little, bit by bit, the night sky comes into focus. She stares up at the darkness, counts as many stars as she can to put off the inevitable. 

Then her hand is being tugged and squeezed in the gentlest reminder, so she turns her head, blinking her eyes in preparation before looking up to see Lena Luthor smiling down at her. 

“Hey,” Kara says. 

“Hey yourself,” Lena returns. 

Kara nods thoughtfully, then gestures to Lena’s shirt. “Sorry, but I can’t afford dry cleaning,” she says, squinting at the various splashes of red—light but unfortunately prominent against the very white material—and Lena just laughs and laughs. 

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coral roses. (m)

dialogue prompt #2: “If you won't do it then I'll”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationship, smut, pwp(?), fluff

word count: 1,414

warnings: making out, unprotected sex (more like a quikie(?)), top!oc, bottom!jk

summary: jungkook loses a bet because he needs to devour you

a/n: drop your feedbacks guyss!! pretty much a pwp :)

masterlist

“If you won't do it then I'll”, he grits his teeth, more like in a cute way making you chuckle. You glance at him through the book you're reading at the moment, winding up to relax from the long day.

“Well then you lose”, you coo. He plops on a farther end of the bed, bringing himself to sit on his heels.

“Why are we even doing this in the first place baby?”, he whines, tapping on your ankles a little to catch your attention. First of all you are taking a really childish challenge way too seriously and acting like a brat on top of that.

“You started it”

“I was drunk!”, he fights back, his doe shaped eyes enlarging to show his disappointment.

“It's just a few more hours Jeon. Don't be so impatient hm?”, you don't look up at him. Going on and about teasing him. He did like it sometimes, but right now wasn't the time.

To put more context, Jungkook drunk confessed that he is addicted to your lips and kept kissing them all through a party and you sort of pricked on his lack of self control. And since Jungkook is a man fond of challenges, he immediately makes a very dramatic toast with half a glass of his liqor that he won't touch you or kiss you for an entire day.

And as usual, his sober self has to bear with the consequences. To take things further down the hole, you are wearing only an oversized hoodie, fresh scent of your shampoo and skincare products around the air, sitting there with a bare face and focused eyes, though that might be just a play you're putting up.

“Aren't you going to change, just gonna sit there? Go take a shower Jungkook you are stinking”, you add, and it's a lie. He smells like his expensive collection of perfumes and much more boyfriend enough to not kiss, but...you know, ego.

To summarise, he had enough of this.

The book is yanked away from your hand. His strong hands builds a cage around your small frame and presses it against the headboard of the bed. He smirks, realising it only takes the bare minimum to make you falter.

“Okay…I lose baby. I just need you now”. he growls.

He immediately seeks home in caressing your outer thigh where your hoodie ends, and spreads them enough for him to settle better to kiss you hard. Loads of pent up frustration and he feels like he is pulled back to life when he finally presses into your mouth.

Thanks to your bratty ass, he doesn't go any easy. A shaky moan leaves your lips when his tongue licks at the floor of your mouth, but also, he isn't doing anything more than holding your thighs when you are already craving and all worked up.

You hold his wrist and try to bring it to your chest, but he slaps it away, so you go for his collars to pull impossibly closer to feel his torso on you, althoughfeeling sad with no other stimulation on your body.

When the air starts to run out, he finally inches back, licking on his lips. Your lips quirk up when he tugs at the hem of your hoodie.

“My baby didn't seem so eager earlier”, he rasps. Glad that your face stays hidden when he slowly pulls out your hoodie, leaving you in white panties.

He holds you by the waist and turns both of your bodies around so that he sits resting back on the headboard while you are straddling his lap, immediately trying to rub against his denim covered thighs for some friction.

He stops, squeezing your butt cheeks, “Patience baby, ride something better hm?”.

He chuckles at the animalistic endeavor of yours to get him naked. But you don't bother to get his pants all the way out, just enough to pull out his member.

He shudders, feeling the air cooling off the wetness on his member, and you get up just a moment enough to be completely bare while he starts stroking himself.

Removing his hands, you hold his girth, pumping it a few times to watch him sink into your touch, head falling back.

You go for his neck, determined to bring spots of purple around it. It feels like you are taking your sweet and his not-so-sweet time to go further, so his grip drops down to hook under the butt and plop you straight on the head of his cock. He holds some sort of intense eye contact, one that of beyond lust, but there is no time for any analysis when he jerks his pelvis upward to sear into you.

You clench almost pathetically around him and he groans, guiding you to bob up and down his length.

Jungkook can't come up with any coherent thoughts to word his feelings right now. He just loves you so much and very happy to have a really healthy relationship, one consistent for years and with understanding. He feels like tearing up, out of both pleasure and warmth.

He sees you fondling with your breasts so he leans forward to lick in some attention to the pebbled buds. The more faster you went on him, he suked in harder, biting around to return the artwork on his neck and along the jaw.

“I'm close baby… mngh keep going”, he aligns his movements accordingly to let you feel him as deeper as possible. You can't come up with words, except chanting his name for every clench of the wall.

Though it was just breif sex, it felt euphoric after being touch deprived. A day doesn't sound long, but he is crazy about you and could make love all day if he could.

With a silent scream, he comes, starting your own orgasm. It takes a moment to come down from the high.

You remain as you are, close and cuddled. The bed is probably stinking with sweat and arousal, but you couldn't care any less. You wrap your hands around his torso, feeling his cock softening inside you.

“I love you so much baby”, he whispers, planting a kiss to your cheek. You blush and press your cheeks to his pecs, “I love yo— what's that? ”

His pants have ridden further down his thighs and something is poking out of his pocket. You feel his heartbeat increasing against your cheek.

Fuck. It's a ring.

“Baby please don't freak out I can explain! ”, he shouts out, wrapping his hands around you more firmly, assuming the worst of the scenarios.

You hug him back, eyes still on the black velvet box spread out on the bed.

“I planned so much. I swear. I wanted to make this perfect”, he rushes to supply. He feels your warm hands rubbing his back to calm him down.

“Kookie”, you pull away from him, hands cupping his cheek because he is too terrified to look at you in the eye right now, “Please propose to me”.

He takes a moment to let your words sink in. And after, he is the quickest thing on earth to grab the box and open it.

“Y-Y/n…”.

“Take it easy. Breathe Kook. You are not breathing. It's just me. ”

That puts him into more ease. He feels embaressed that he couldn't do it in a more independent manner, the way he had them all laid out— coming Saturday at the first cafe you went on a date. It was supposed to be perfect. You would walk home holding hands, and then he would get on one knee and tell you how much you mean to him. But it's all gone now and he feels bad.

You hold his pecs and give it a pat and he smiles, a nervous one, “Y/n...will you marry me?”

You plant a sweet kiss to his lips. It feels a little salty from his incoming tears. You rub it away with the pad of your thumbs, “Yes Kookie, I'll marry you”.

“Baby you make me the happiest man alive”, he sobs. His hands still trembling to place the ring on your fingers. It's lavish and work of custom made beauty, he put months of work into it. Though things didn't go exactly planned, it was a happy ending. He can't wait to see you in a white dress at the altar, to be the father to your kids and to call you his wife for the rest of his life.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡

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