#i love the idea of a soft summer romance

[shamelessheartscreek]

I loved this week's @galladrabbles prompt, "I am not from here," and I finally found some time to write it!

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Mickey swallowed hard. "I... I can't stay." He couldn't look Ian in the eye. It was too painful.

"Why? Where do you have to go?"

"I am not from here. I... I don't belong."

"Mick..." Ian grabbed his arm, forced him to look at him. "Stay. Please. Just because you aren't from here doesn't mean you don't belong here. With me. In my heart."

Flashes of their summer romance played behind Mickey's misty eyes, images of sunshine, red hair, cool breezes, and freckled skin. And though he couldn't speak, too choked by strong emotion, he nodded, falling into Ian's embrace.

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#galladrabbles #ian x mickey #i imagine them on a beach at sunset #sorta want to make this into a whole fic #i love the idea of a soft summer romance

[papiliotao]

꒰ 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✩࿐

pairing: lyney x gn!reader

content: fluff, modern au, high school au, friends to (almost) lovers, mutual pining, theatre kids, lyney and the reader rehearse a kissing scene

summary: playing the role of his lover in a drama production is easier said than done, especially when you’re just beginning to realize the nature of your feelings for him.

a/n: i had no inspiration for a while but then lyney came along. i’m so normal about him. anyway, i hope you enjoy reading!

When you were told that you had to kiss your best friend for a school play, you were in shock and disbelief — not because you were repulsed by the thought of playing the part of a couple, but because you realized that you didn’t mind the idea of his lips pressed against yours.

You’re not quite sure when the feelings crept up on you, dawning in your heart like the hazes of peach and azure that dust the horizon at sunrise. It feels like it’s been an eternity since you started loving Lyney, but you’ve just never noticed that your adoration was beyond platonic. 

However, after experiencing your epiphany, you’ve been wondering if he shares your rose-tinted sentiments. Slowly but surely, you observe that the lines between friendship and romance have become blurred, fusing together in a myriad of watercolour hues.

Every once in a while, Lyney will hold your hand for no reason, the softness of his skin akin to the caress of gilded threads of sunlight. There are also instances where he’ll hug you for just a little too long, clinging onto you as if he never wants to let go. And of course, you’ll never be able to forget the sentimental nights spent gazing up at murals of sparkling constellations dotting pristine navy skies, where you cuddle with your best friend in an attempt to stay warm.

In these instances, a simple question lingers in the short silences, an untold inquiry that neither of you care to utter in fear of shattering the status quo.

What are we?

So now, as you sit across from Lyney atop the velvety cushions of his living room couch, ready to rehearse very kiss that sent you spiraling into a bout of infatuated hysteria in the first place, your heart can’t help but race. The melody it sings is one that speaks of perplexing feelings and a hope for fairytale endings, and it only amplifies as you look into pale violet eyes that sparkle as iridescent petals flutter about in their depths.

“I’m ready whenever you are,” Lyney whispers, smiling at you reassuringly. There’s something soothing about the expression on his face, embodying the serenity of a marine zephyr in the midst of a cruel summer.

“How can you be so calm when we’re about to practice a kiss?” you ask, voicing your thoughts out loud. “What if we’re not good enough?”

Truthfully, you’re a nervous wreck. Your fingers tremble, and your mind feels blank. You’ve always known that Lyney was born to be on stage, but you didn’t think he’d be so nonchalant in a situation like this. His disposition is completely composed, not a single spark of anxiety shining through his tranquil demeanour.

On the other hand, you’re constantly pondering the what ifs.

What if you mess the scene up? What if it turns out looking awkward? What if it’s so horrendous that it makes the audience uncomfortable.

However, in total contrast to you, Lyney simply chuckles, his voice ringing out in a clear and soothing fantasia.

“Don’t worry,” he reassures you, keeping his gaze fixated on you. “I’m sure our chemistry will be absolutely perfect. After all, even Lynette has mistaken us for a couple.”

“She has?” you blurt out, both shocked and embarrassed that Lyney’s twin has had her misconceptions about your relationship. The two are practically telepathically linked, so the tall order of fooling Lynette would more or less be akin to deceiving the heavens above.

“She has,” Lyney confirms, a mischievous spark of violet electricity blazing through his irises, “and that’s why I’m certain we’ll be able to pull this off flawlessly.”

He gently laces his fingers around your hand, bringing it up to his chest.

“Besides, it’s not like I’m not nervous at all.” From beneath the soft fabric of Lyney’s clothes, you can feel a gentle thrumming, a beat that resounds at a tempo matching that of your very own heart. “You know, even the greatest of performers get stage fright sometimes.”

In a mystifying twist, you feel more comfortable now that Lyney has told you that you’re not alone in your anxiousness. Your relief defies all logic, but perhaps it’s the knowledge that your feelings aren’t entirely unreasonable that soothes your nerves.

“I see,” you whisper. “Well I’m sure you’ll do great. We’ll get through this together.”

Lyney nods.

“I’m just glad it’s you,” he says, pausing for a moment as if deep in thought. “Actually, ‘glad’ would be an understatement. ‘Beyond overjoyed’ is more accurate.”

Your breath hitches, and for a second, the world seems to still, suspended in a momentary utopia. But despite your giddiness and the euphoric feelings that arise in your heart, you shrug Lyney’s words off, trying your best not to get your hopes up. After all, if you expect too much, you might find yourself disappointed in the end.

“The feeling is mutual. Although maybe we should get to rehearsing now. I think I’m ready,” you tell him, pulling your hand out of his grasp in a light motion, clinging on to the last of his warmth as his skin grazes yours. It’s reminiscent of fading sunlight comforting you with the dazzling radiance of a dying crepuscule, lulling you into a daze as it causes shades of twilight to waltz in a dance of fantastical wonders.

“Your wish is my command,” Lyney responds playfully.

However, after only a few seconds, his features shift into a more serious expression. Although the same smile adorning his lips, it’s softer now, more sincere.

Is this all part of an act, or is it real?

Additionally, an unidentifiable emotion now glints in a display of diamond lights, illuminating the seas of amethyst contained within Lyney’s eyes. Locks of platinum hair, composed of starlight essence, frame his face in a way that makes him look undeniably handsome. Once again, your heart, which had just barely stilled, begins to beat in a frenzy.

You want nothing more than to freeze time, stay in this ephemeral moment, relish in the sensation of his breath gently tickling your skin and engrave the ethereal sight before you into archives stored deep within your memories. But unfortunately, it’s impossible to pause the scene before you. Reality, unlike the countless movies and videos you’ve watched to study your part, stops for no one.

And before you know it, the divide between your lips and Lyney’s is diminishing, the blank space fading at a pace that feels both far too rapid yet far too prolonged at the same time.

Closer.

Closer.

And closer.

Until your lips meet in a clash of opalescent sparks, shedding light and embellishing the magical moment with an atmosphere worthy of any stage. The lilac butterflies that dance in the pit of your stomach prompt sensations of glee to arise within your heart.

His skin is soft and warm, and the feeling of his lips against yours is just so right. There’s no one else you’d rather kiss. There’s no one else you’ll ever long for. There’s no one in the world you’ll ever love more.

No matter how much you deny it, your relationship has crossed the line from platonic to romantic, gradually edging closer and closer to a thin border before finally falling over onto the other side. Your kiss with Lyney confirms everything. There’s far too much passion, far too much care and longing exchanged in a single act of affection.

Best friends don’t kiss each other like this.

At this point you’re certain the feeling is mutual. Now, all you have to do is wait until one of you inevitably confesses, and you’ll both be able to finally live happily ever after, basking in the splendor of true love.

thank you for reading <3 if you enjoyed this fic, i would really appreciate it if you could comment or reblog!

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[writingmeraki]

cold enough to chill my bones.

a roronoa zoro drabble !

pairing : zoro x gn!reader, teasing frenemies to ???

genre : fluff, romance, they like each other but aren't dating...yet.

warnings : not any i can think of! if you find anything alarming then lmk :)

author's note : enjoy this quick drabble while you wait for the first chapter of the zoro series!! and also i got the idea to make after i got almost sick last night- maybe zoro is a bit of ooc? idk i just love the idea of him being a menace while flirting but not knowing what to do when someone flirts back at him lololol let me know what you think ! <3

word count : 1k

Despite the sun almost blinding you as it set, the sky turning into shades of deep pink intertwined with light purple and hints of yellowish orange, you felt cold.

Naturally, you'd always been the type to get cold easily, quite literally. Before even the harsh winters used to begin, you'd be getting the chills amid the warm autumn.

Though. it was beneficial when it was the blazing summer and you were always not on the brink of dying due to the immense heat as your cooler hands and feet made you more comfortable. 

But today, it was a bane to your existence as your teeth chattered as you sat down on the lounging chair in the middle of the ship, trying to rub your hands to bring life back to them. 

“Seems like someone can’t even take the fall breeze huh?” 

The familiar voice taunted you and you didn’t even need to look at him to know he was probably smirking as he looked down at you. 

Sighing in annoyance, you faced Zoro and clicked your tongue when you were right about him smirking. 

It was a tad bit distracting though, especially since he looked too…attractive than you’d like to admit.

“If you’re here to taunt me then leave me be.”

“The weather is annoying enough anyways, I don’t need another nuisance.” Not wanting to entertain him today, you turned your back towards him and faced the sunset. 

Too bad it was such a beauty but your body wasn’t allowing you to just simply be in bliss to enjoy it. 

Suddenly you felt a heavy weight on your shoulders, which took you by surprise as you flinched to stand up and yelped loudly. 

“Calm down idiot, it’s just a jacket,” Zoro said as it was his turn to roll his eyes,

“For the record, I didn’t come to ‘annoy’ you as you said which is quite ironic coming from you but I saw you shivering like a drenched cat,”

“So me being the considerate person I am,” You scoffed at his humble attitude which he chose to ignore, “I’ll let you wear my jacket for the time being.” 

Honestly, you were confused. Zoro was a confusing man you‘d concluded. Since the time you’d joined the crew, he’d been confusing you by saying something different, different as in finding every way to taunt you but then he’d be nice as a true gentleman with his actions.

Like right now for example. 

So ultimately, you were confused about how to thank him.

“Uh…thank you?” You’d thought it was best to just say it, figuring it was enough as you pushed your arms throughout the black clothing that was a tad bit larger than you. 

Of course, it was larger near the shoulders, enough to fit almost two of you inside.

“That’s it? That’s how you thank me? You know I almost saved you from I don’t know shivering to death here?” 

You sighed, now in exhaustion at his over-exaggeration, it wasn’t like if he hadn’t helped, you’d have not gotten up yourself and gone into the kitchen since it was usually always warmer as Sanji was always cooking something and the heat was always bubbling there.

He tsked at your sighing and supposedly unappreciative attitude, ready to go on a rant about how people nowadays never appreciated the little things and whatever.

When suddenly you got an idea. 

“-sometimes even if a gesture may be less, you should sti-” You shut him up by leaning forward, on your tiptoes and pulled him by his yellow shirt closer to you, landing your lips on his surprisingly soft ones.

That oughta shut him up. 

You pulled away in about three seconds, eyes shut as you just relished how soft they were and how right you’d been about them being like this from the countless times you’d imagined kissing him.

When you pulled away, you saw something you didn’t think you’d have seen anytime soon. 

Zoro was red, a bit wide-eyed as he stared at you, not speaking another word, his cheeks highlighted with a blush that was familiar to you in a way it was something you’d always experience whenever you’d check him out for too long. 

“Sooo is that enough for a thank you?” You smirked at him tauntingly, thriving in the way he was speechless, happy he could feel how you felt at times when he decided to shamelessly be a menace, a cute one, at that. 

“Now if you excuse me, I have some work to do.” Turning around, you didn’t say anything else as you tried to hide your giggles recalling his comical expression of astonishment.

“YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT!” After a few moments of gathering his thoughts, Zoro was able to form a proper reaction.

“I deserve more than a peck! Kiss me like you mean it-” You burst out into giggles now at the way he was whining as you shook your head abruptly turning around to face him when he began to follow you. 

“For that you have to earn your way to it!” You mocked him, pocking your tongue out as he glared at you, now crossing his arms.

“Are you seriously messing around with the Roronoan Zoro, demon pirate hunter?”

You rolled your eyes at his seemingly serious tone but you knew he was playing into the little thing you’d created as his lips twitched, trying to hide his grin.

You grinned widely at him, now your dimples peaking out, 

“Ohh if you are the pirate hunter, you’ll have to catch me first to get your treasure!”

 As cheesy and cringy as it was, you caught him off guard as you turned around and ran, figuring the place to run to was likely the kitchen in the confined space you had.

“HEY! Now you’re just cheating!” You heard him shout behind to which caused more giggles,which left your cheeks aching from how widely you’d been smiling.

Admittedly, the once cold you’d been feeling was now replaced by the warmth unknowingly yet knowingly caused by the oh-so-famous pirate hunter.

Maybe he did deserve a proper thank you afterall huh?

all written works as well as images and edits (unless credited) belong to pri.do not plagiarise, repost, re-edit or claim as yours. pics mostly found on pinterest. I don't own any of the characters from the movie, rightfully belonging to One Piece creators and the Netflix franchise and also this is a fictional work, not relating to any of the cast in real life.

writingmeraki Ⓒ 2023

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[nolita-fairytale]

burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter ten

summary: you and luca spend the first weekend of september on holiday in skagen, and luca reflects on the impact your relationship has had on him.

warnings: smut (18+ only) fluff, eventual angst not use of y/n, conversations about divorce, slow burn, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the storyline of the bear.

word count: 3.3k

listen to: the official 'burn your life down' playlist

a/n: a shorter, smutty, yet pivotal little chapter to get us through the week, friends. let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist.

part nine | masterlist | part eleven

As the season begins to turn, Luca remains a constant in your life. It’s not like you expected anything to change about it. The relationship has been good – like, really good – and yet you somehow still find yourself surprised that he’s so easily woven himself into your life. 

It takes you a few weeks to pull it all together: the time off, a trip, accommodations, like where you’ll stay. Change is in the air – a reminder of how far you’ve come – that a romance that started in the summer has flown so effortlessly into the beginning of Fall that it’s almost gone unnoticed. 

You’ve been looking forward to the first week of September for almost all of August, eager to go on your first holiday with Luca. After suggesting the idea, you got right to work, pulling off some fancy footwork to get coverage between everyone else’s end of summer holidays, and now that it’s here? 

What’s another five-ish hours in the car?

You can’t wait to get to Skagen, and at the same time, you want to savor every single moment of this, as you listen to Luca sing softly along to Elton John while he drives. It’s in the way the sunlight hits his golden locks so perfectly, the way the soft low hum of his voice reaches your ears with such a gentleness, the way his fingers fit so perfectly entwined with yours. 

And five hours later, you arrive at your airbnb, a rented cabin designed for romantic getaways in mind, not too far from Grenen Beach. You and Luca take your time unloading the car, hauling your bags from the car port and into your home for the next few days. While you’re not in a hurry, Luca, for the first time all day, seems a little impatient, hasty to get the car unloaded as soon as possible. 

You don’t blame him. He has done all the driving. 

As part of the agreement you made, he proposed to do the drive on the way there (since he’s lived in Denmark for longer) if you did drive home. 

“What do you want to do first?” you ask curiously, wrapping your arms around his neck as Luca sets down the last of what was in the car. 

“Well, after five hours in the car with you, my love,” he begins with a sigh, as he melts into your touch. “I’ve only got one thing on mind.”

“Oh yeah?” you smirk, picking up on his more-than-suggestive tone.

“Yeah,” he grunts, hoisting you up off of the floor so that it’s all too easy to wrap your legs around his waist. You laugh, squealing as he does, ghosting your lips teasingly over his as Luca murmurs, “I can’t wait to get you naked, my love.”

And of course, you let him, giving him exactly what he wants as you strip your clothes off, letting him chase you upstairs and into the lofted bedroom. The hour spent in an unfamiliar bed making love to the man that makes your stomach flip, leaves you breathless, boneless, and bewildered that he’s yours. 

It’s not until he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, that your eyes begin to flutter open, snapped shut in response to the way he made you come. You begin to come back down to earth, the reality that you have consecutive days of this to look forward to. 

“You’re amazing,” Luca murmurs against your skin, watching your body react to the way his fingers drag across your skin in soothing patterns. 

“I could say the same thing about you. I think I lost my mind for a second there,” you sigh, letting out a satisfied chuckle because you’re only half-joking. 

He grins, letting out a small laugh as he shakes his head in pure disbelief that you’re here and that you’re his. 

You swear you’ve got stars in your eyes as you look at him, as you open your mouth to ask:

“So… what do you want to do next?” 

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You had been antsy to get out to the beach, and who was Luca to deny you that? 

Right before dinner, you’d discussed. 

That’s when you’d go. 

Luca watches as you play around with your film camera, the sleeves of your Northwestern University sweatshirt pushed up to your elbows as you mutter something about how perfectly the textures of the beach will work for what you’ve been playing around with: double exposure. With wet sand pushed between your toes, you direct your camera lens from the waves of the ocean over to Luca. 

As soon as you catch him staring, a half smile spreads across his face as his eyes land on you, and with a click of the button, you’ve taken the photo. 

“Watcha thinkin’ about, babe?” you ask curiously, looking up from behind your small film camera. 

He shakes his head, the smile becoming bigger as he answers, “You.”

Luca’s heart pounds in his chest as he watches the wind whip through your hair, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling his ears as you smile back at him. Your eyes are filled with such love, such adoration, that he almost says it – almost blurts it out – the three words that have been weighing so heavily on his shoulders as of late. 

Lost in a shared look of love, the feeling of the wild waves slapping against the cuffed hem of your jeans hits you, startling you as it soaks the denim material. 

“Holy shit!” you shriek, taking a few steps back. As you run away from the wild and out of hand crash of the waves, Luca leads you into the other direction, realizing that you’re being chased by the ocean. 

You giggle, because it feels playful, joyous, free, and as you jump a few feet, using the momentum of your running pace, Luca is there to catch you. Like earlier before, but under different circumstances, you wrap your arms and legs around him again, holding onto your film camera for dear life. 

“You got me,” you grin, your voice soft as he holds you in his arms. 

“Yeah,” he replies, certain as the word leaves his lips. 

“It’s good to be gotten,” you say, knowing that the double meaning isn’t lost on either of you. 

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You spend your mornings waking up slowly, exchanging lazy kisses and soft touches, whispering promises to each other of ‘five more minutes’ that are more like thirty (but who’s counting, really?). 

Your days are bright and sunny, spent exploring with Luca as you search for adventures: trips to the museum, walks along the beach, exploring the little downtown area. 

And tonight, on your last night, you don’t want to leave.

Yes, you love the life you built for yourself in Copenhagen, and yes, of course, it’s not too far from what you and Luca do in your spare time when you’re home. 

But there’s something different about the quiet beach town that’s left you devoid of any distraction. It’s just you and him and the love that grows between the two of you. It’s undeniable, unignorable, its sound like a siren in every silence, an alarm clock that wakes you in the middle of the night, shaking you to your very core.

It’s also a kind and a safe love – something you never knew could still feel this enormous, this all-consuming too. 

Luca moves his lips over your jawline, nipping at the skin as his tattooed hands wander, sliding underneath your sweatshirt. You’re more than eager to help, slipping the knit material right over your head before you’re pulling him back down to you, your lips drawn to his like magnets. 

He hadn’t bothered to put a shirt back on after your shower together, and it hadn’t taken long for you to push his sweatpants over his hips, knowing very well the effect his shirtless showboating had on you. It’s no surprise that you’ve found yourself here, underneath his body, gasping as heat pools between your legs. 

Luca’s more than happy to discover that you’re not wearing a bra, groaning into the kiss, as he stacks his body on top of yours. Your legs wrap around his waist with practiced ease and you're left only in your panties. 

You arch your back as his mouth continues its journey south, his blue eyes stealing a glance up at you as he takes one of your erect nipples into his mouth, earning a gasp that escapes your lips. You can feel him smile against your skin as you sigh his name, your body shifting underneath his. 

“Luca,” you repeat, completely at his will as you let him consume you. 

He gives equal attention to both breasts before leaving hot, open mouthed kisses down your belly. His hand with the ‘A’ tattoo slides into your panties, dragging two fingers through your slick. 

“You’re so wet for me, love,” he coos, pressing his index and middle finger just enough into you before withdrawing them, teasingly. “Always so wet for me.”

“Yes,” you gasp, as you feel Luca’s steady hands dragging your panties down your legs, your wetness leaving a trail down your inner thighs. 

You’re eager to kick off your panties, and as Luca tosses them behind you, his hands are back on you in an instant, smoothing up your legs and pushing them open so that he can fit between them. Your eyes flutter closed as he uses his skilled tongue to lick a broad stripe up your hot, wet heat. You cry out, bucking your hips up into his mouth as he eats you out. It’s like he’s memorized every single thing you’ve ever liked, every single thing that’s ever made you scream, that’s pushed you to pull at his hair while you came on his tongue, and created a cheat sheet of how to get you to your orgasm fastest. 

“Baby,” you pant, your hands tangled in his hair as he drags his tongue over our clit, tracing tight circles over it as your body twists itself underneath his mouth. “Fuck, you’re so good at this. You’re-, OH!”

You shout in pleasure as he slides his fingers in and out of you, and Luca has to admit that he loves the way you feel squeezing around him. He’s rock hard, the sounds of your moans, of your cries, of his name on your lips, unbearably beautiful. He ruts his hips into the bed as he can feel you getting close. 

He knows. 

He knows exactly when you need two fingers instead of one. That when your voice raises in pitch, it means he’s found the exact right spot. That when a string of curses leaves your mouth because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time and that if he keeps going, you’re sure to explode, topple over whatever mountain you’re climbing, ready to fall off and fall with him. 

“Luca, fuck, I’m coming, god, baby, don’t stop, fuck, it’s so good, you’re so fucking good,” you chant, lost in the pleasure he brings you.

You’re not sure that the string of words are even English anymore as they tumble out of your mouth. Luca takes you higher, then higher, the crest of pleasure peaking and crashing around you, as you cum on his tongue. 

Luca takes his time, cleaning you up with his tongue before making his way up your naked body, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. He kisses you with a passion, a fervor, a desperateness that tells you he needs you just as much as you need him. 

“You are so beautiful,” he says against your lips. “When you cum like that.” Another kiss. “So out of control.” You reach up to catch his mouth once again. “So lost in how you feel.” His tongue slides against yours this time as he manages to complete his sentence this go round. 

“And all for me.” 

And with that you’re rolling him onto his back, your mouth trailing over his neck, his shoulders, his chest, and then the hard planes of his abdomen as you make your way down to the top of his briefs. You drag the waistband of his briefs down, up and over his hard on, tossing them somewhere on the floor after you finally get them off. 

Your eyes meet his, catching his gaze as you look up at him, your tongue snaking out just over the head of his cock. Luca hisses, his hands propped up behind his head so that he can watch you as you take him into your mouth. 

“My god, babe,” he groans, as you suck on the tip, sliding your mouth down a little further this time. 

“Fuck.”

You take your time using your mouth and saliva to get him ready for you, bringing your hand up and around his shaft for what can’t fit in your mouth. You use your hand and your mouth to take him, setting a pace that Luca really seems to like. 

You can hear it in the way he moans, the way he seems to be holding back, trying his best not to thrust his hips into your mouth, in the way that he gathers your hair in his hands, moving it all to one side so that he can watch you take him. 

It’s not until you feel him tug at your hair, his hands used as a makeshift ponytail holder, that you lift your head to look at him. 

“Get up here,” he rasps, and you’re more than happy to oblige. 

Your mouth is on his instantly, swallowing his moans as you continue to stroke him in the palm of your hand. 

“How do you want me?” you ask him, your voice low and desperate with need. 

Instead of answering, he flips you over so that he’s on top again. You part your legs so that he can fit between them, and you feel him jerk your body down towards him, causing a small laugh to escape your lips. The laugh turns into a moan as Luca presses his thick tip at your entrance, pushing in. You both gasp, sharing a look, a moan, a breath as he stretches you open. 

It doesn’t matter how many times you take him, you swear. You’re:

“Always so tight, fuck,” Luca murmurs, sighing out your name as he buries himself in to the hilt. 

He pauses for a moment, his mind short-circuiting as he feels the way your walls pulse around him. 

With each slow drag of his cock, you keen, feeling every single inch of him as he takes his time teasing you. Without setting any kind of pace, Luca lays one of your legs over his shoulder as he sits tall, grinding against you in a way that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

He watches as he grinds himself into you, his gaze fixed to where you’re connected, unable to tear his eyes away from how you take him. 

“So deep,” you mumble, lost in the way he feels inside of you. “You’re so deep.”

Luca begins thrusting his hips this time a little faster, earning another keening sound that escapes your mouth. And soon enough he’s folding his body over yours, testing your limits of flexibility as he keeps your leg bent over his shoulder, your thigh pressed towards your chest as he pounds away inside of you. 

You can tell that he likes it – what you’ve said so far – so you decide to continue as he fucks you. 

“I love it when you’re this deep. Inside of me,” you pant through each thrust, sure you’re so close to cumming again. “Stretching me.” Another moan. “Filling me.”

Luca can’t help himself. He pauses, wrapping both of your legs around his waist this time as he chases that high pitched gasp he knows means you’re about to come. 

“You fill me so well,” you gasp, your voice getting higher as you squeeze around him, your walls contracting, building a tension that means you’re on the cusp of release. “Feels so good.”

“Luca, I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop,” you beg him, as you hold onto his biceps. 

And he wouldn’t dare. 

With a few more deep thrusts, you’re cumming, squeezing around him, grasping at his back like you’re holding on for dear life. 

Luca slows down his pace, giving you short thrusts as he stays deep, letting you come down from the pure euphoria you just experienced. He leans down, pressing a searing kiss to your lips as you catch your breath, your hands exploring his shoulders, his upper back, his arms. 

“You like me deep, hmmm?” Luca asks, his voice low. There’s a quiet dominance – there’s always a quiet dominance – with the way he talks to you, the way he praises you, the way he calls you his. 

“Yes,” you nod, your eyes glassy as you look up at him. 

With a knowing shake of his head he kisses you once more before giving the order:

“Get on your knees.”

Your body shaky, still reeling from your orgasm, you nod in agreement. Your arms may feel like spaghetti, but you somehow make your way onto your hands and knees, immediately feeling Luca’s warm hands smooth over your ass. You push your body backwards, offering more of yourself to him as he sighs in pleasure, remarking once more about how fucking sexy you are like this before pushing himself back inside of you. 

From this position, Luca feels unbelievably deep, and unbearably good. With his first thrust, you fall to your forearms, resting your head against them like all you can do is moan and push your ass back against him. 

“Luca!” you cry out, as he begins to speed up the pace of his thrusts. 

“You are so fucking sexy, baby,” he grunts, noting that he’d die a happy man with the view from where he kneels behind you. 

Slow deep thrusts turn into fast jerks of his hips and yours, chasing your highs simultaneously. You know he won’t last long in this position – everything feels too good. Stilling his hips inside of you, Luca gently guides you so that you're laying on your belly while he lays on top of you. It’s his scotch bonnet hand that goes to your clit this time, reaching around your body to rub feverish circles as his thrusts become sloppier, more unpredictable, always a sign that he’s on the edge. 

“Where do you want me?” he asks, his voice strained as he maintains his furious pace. 

“Inside of me,” you managed to get out in between high pitched whines, moans, and heavy breaths. 

“Inside of me, Luca.”

He grunts, because your words alone might get him off right here. 

“Make me yours.”

“Yes, love.”

It doesn’t take long, just a few more thrusts before Luca is spilling himself inside of you with uneven breaths and tense grunts as you both cum, riding out your highs together. 

Whispers of ‘so good’ and ‘incredible’ and ‘yes, baby’ are met with ‘unreal’ and ‘fucking beautiful’ and ‘my love.’ 

Luca leaves, only for a moment, to grab a towel and get you both cleaned up. You lay in each other’s arms for what feels like forever before you begin drifting off to sleep. Luca runs his fingers through your hair as he feels your body relax into his. He’s fallen asleep with you enough times to know that you’re probably no longer listening, off to dreamland. 

As Luca watches the rise and fall of your chest, he smiles to himself, the words on the tip of his tongue. He’s known great love in his life: once in his early twenties and once more, a few years before he met you.

But nothing was this – nothing’s compared to this. 

Almost as if it were a practice round, because he’s not sure whether or not you’ll even hear him, he opens his mouth, trying his best to formulate the words. He turns them over in his head, delicately, gently, then mouths them silently, before finally saying them out loud:

“I think you may be the love of my life.”

#chef luca #will poulter #luca the bear #the bear season 2 #the bear headcanon #luca x reader #the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear fanfiction #chef luca x reader #pastry chef luca #burn your life down #luca smut #chef luca smut #the bear smut #luca x reader smut

[luvtak]

seasons of love, hhj

✦ pairing hyunjin x reader

✦ genre/tw FLUFF! FLUFF! ONE MORE TIME SAY IT WITH ME! FLUFF!!! hyunjin and mc are very much in love! hyunjin is said to be taller than mc and have bigger hands. lots of kisses and i love yous. suggestive in a couple places. in and out of present and past tense lol. overall very sweet and lovely--hyunjin and mc falling in love through the seasons

✦ w/c 2412

✦ a/n okay so! this is a rewrite of something i posted springtime last year and i hated it lol. this time around i am very proud of hyune and mc and they’re love story and i hope you all love it too!! I've spent months adding scenes and taking them away until I got here <3 please like and reblog, and please please reach out if you have any ideas or questions or just wanna talk!! love you guys forever, mwah!!

He came to you in the Summer, bringing with him music and dancing, and so much laughter you forget how serious falling in love can be.

There is just something about warm weather. It could be the sun shining over your beloved, lighting them up like a god or a king, maybe it’s just that the temperature resembles the touch of your lover’s caress, or that the awakened world is made for romance. It was early July, and everything was blue and sunny; days were filled with jokes and getting to know each other over hot days and cold drinks. Confessions given on front porches and whispered under blue skies—a million firsts bundled up as the heat went away.

He tells you he likes you so quietly, whispering in his sweet little voice, “would you like to go out sometime?” 

The way his tall frame looked against the paint palette sunset would live in your head forever; pretty hair and long legs, the sweetest smile curving up to his crescent moon eyes. Looking back, you wished you had a camera or shared his talent with a paintbrush–just to have that moment set in stone. The smile that made you say yes. 

In the beginning, he was too shy to hold your hand or stand too close. Inching closer and closer until he stood against you–brushing his fingers against yours until his big hands were enveloping your smaller ones. 

 The first time he kissed you, his hands were shaking.

 He was so nervous you could feel the goosebumps rising on his arms, but he asked so sweetly,

“Can I kiss you.” And there was no way you’d ever say no. Not when he stood there in his summer clothes and pink cheeks, not when it was Hyunjin asking. 

He held you straight against him, both hands on your face—the first press of his lips like drinking water, so slow as not to choke then gulping it down. His skin was soft everywhere you touched, and his kiss was happy: full of teeth and giggles and coming up for air.

Getting to know him was like walking into your childhood home, everything about him as familiar as the lines on your palm. Some parts of you are certain you’ve known him before—maybe you were lovers then too, or maybe two trees whose roots were intertwined. In any reality, you can’t see how Hyunjin is supposed to be with you. There is just no other reason why he could know you so well already, no other explanation as to why his body fits around you like it was made to.

Late one night you tell him your theories, and the smile he gave you was so bright and shiny you thought the sun came up. You tell him calmly and earnestly,

 “Hyun, I’m almost certain we’ve already met thousands of times before.” 

August is hot and covered in orange sunsets and long kisses; pink skies the same color as his cheeks when he asks you out again and again. He tells you about his life while you flip through his journals, page after page dedicated to moments he loved and dreams he’s had, and moments yet to come.

The days are long and it’s so easy to care for him, 15 hours of sunlight allowing you to learn all of him and still need more. Sharing secrets under leaves and laughs under covers–it’s too quick to fall in love, too fast for this insatiable longing to rise up in you. But you think you are, you must be, what else could that aching pull in your tummy be? 

The first I love you falls from your lips like the leaves around you. A day spent shopping in the Halloween aisles and holding hands to keep warm. He looks so pretty, dark hair standing out against the grays and oranges of the season, and you love him so much you can’t help but tell him. The words float easy, accompanied by wind bitten skin and a warm gaze.

At first, he hesitates, making sure he’s heard you right, until finally the sun breaks on his face and he speaks.

“I love you too, silly.” He says it like it’s obvious, and it is. He’s been telling you with his eyes and his hands for months, it’s the truest he’s ever felt.

Autumn is spent studying each other, learning how and when to touch—how to make him gasp and sigh. His eyes flutter when you kiss his hip and roll when you bite down; He scratches and pulls, he makes your teeth rattle with his skin. Late nights and early mornings mapping each other, he tells you he loves you and swallows the response, touches the words away.

“I love you; I love you; I love you.” You say over and over again, hoping it sinks into his soul like a second skin.

In mere months, he knows your heart like it’s his own, slotting himself into your life like he’s always been a part of it. Your body has become his home; he’s tied his heart to yours in a double knot. You’re made for him, he’s sure of it—molded from the same clay, split-a parts who’ve found each other.

He tells you things he’s never told anyone before, pressing the secrets against your lips and pulling all of your secrets out of you at the same time. 

He adores you, cherishes you as a person, a friend, a lover. He feels happier than he ever has, and he wants to show you to everyone he knows. When he introduces you to his friends, the smile never leaves his face and his hand stays wound with yours. They welcome you like an old friend, and he feels like both pieces of his heart are melting together. He watches you joke with Felix and be teased by Minho, and he thinks you’re the piece that’s been missing this whole time.

Months have been spent just the two of you, and it’s been perfect–intimate and so warm, but seeing you among his friends changes things. Almost like it wasn’t yet real, and now it is. 

When you go to bed that night, he tells you,

“They love you and I love you.”  and the look you give him is so beautiful, he thinks he should bottle it and save it for later.  

Winter brings an unwelcome guest, a yearning for him that won’t go away—it’s harder to love him when he’s busy, and you wish you could be stronger and less jealous, but you’re only one person. It gets considerably difficult to wash the harsh feelings away when he isn’t there to help you, too many nights spent feeling too far away from him induce an anger you can’t get rid of.

When he arrives late and smelling of alcohol, you can’t seem to swallow the bitterness—why would he be drinking when he could be here with you? 

Hyunjin, never a novice in reading you, picks it up right away. 

One quick comment and then yelling. 

“Are you just tired of me?” It escapes from your tongue like a lash, pricking invisible scars onto every vein. He wishes you would know he misses you too, but how could you when he’s never around, not physically nor emotionally, so you keep screaming. Yelling so loud about things that don’t matter. You hope he knows you’re fighting to stay, not to leave, but the words leaving your mouths are so harsh, you can’t be certain if he remembers he loves you.

If you were in your right mind, you’d know he doesn’t want it this way. Everyday he longs for the heat of summer and the comfort of autumn. If he wasn’t drunk, he could tell you, but instead he says, “I just can’t do this anymore.” Maybe it’s better to let go and find each other next time, next life.

 Recently it’s been too hard, and maybe he’s not strong enough to learn about this part of you, but you are.

You’ve never been afraid to learn his bad parts, sure he’s a dream shaped like a boy, but he’s also whiny and clingy, and sometimes he gives up too fast. Even though it’s hard, and the tears are streaming into the seam of your lips—you gulp down the acidity and tell him you love him.

“It’s never going to get easier, Hyun, you’ll always be busy, and I’ll probably always miss you, but I love you and you said we’re meant to be, and you’re not a liar.” You tell him you’re sorry for yelling, and he says he’s sorry too, and in the morning, he’ll use his hands to apologize and then his mouth and he’ll promise to keep you warm when he can.

Winter is spent learning to love the pieces of each other that are unlikable, to see the invisible boundaries of before and honor them. You remember your theory about the trees with woven roots, and you remind yourself sometimes you’ll have to sacrifice your share of the water to survive, and you hope it’ll be easier when the world reawakens.

Night comes so fast, and it's so cold, but he loves you. It’s been half a year now, and you almost can’t remember where you were this time last year. Were you freezing without him? Or did you only feel the cold now that he’s here? 

All you know is his warmth–pressing into you wherever he can. 

A silent promise for the spring yet to come. 

His birthday arrives with the first of the blooms, the world not yet alive. You wish him happy birthday under warm sheets, whimpering the words in place of presents. He spends the day with the people he loves most and the happiness he feels eases into spring. He tells you it used to be his favorite; and you promise for his day you will bring some of the magic back.

 You help him pick flowers to paint, and read him your favorite stories, you kiss him under cherry blossoms and show him your favorite sunsets. It helps some, but not all—even so, spring with you is prettier than without. He’s sure his skin is brighter because you kiss it, and his paintings are better because they’re of you. He doesn’t know if you believe him, but he means it. His world has become technicolor since you walked into it.

He says it’s just better with you, “I mean it, honey, life is unbelievable when you’re around.”

It’s almost been a year, months spent learning and growing just like the flowers scattered around you. He loves you, so it takes no hesitation when you ask him to move in. He feels like it was already in the midst of happening anyway—his one drawer became a dresser, and his favorite snacks found their way to your cabinets.

Months ago, your heart became his home, and now he gets to live in it every day. Sure, you bicker some: many sighs of “That’s not where that goes, Hyun.” Combined with sweet mutters of “Well, it should go there, sweetheart.” But it’s exhilarating to open his boxes and link his life with yours—mitch-matched mugs in the sink and dirty clothes mixed together.

Your home is filled with dancing and music, laughter and love. His paintings cover the walls, pictures of your days held with magnets on the fridge. His life is now yours and your days belong to each other, and every night he reminds you it’s almost been a year, but how could you forget.

Sometimes, when he puts a dish away wrong, or leaves his clothes on the floor, you question why you invited him in. Even so, you wouldn’t take it back. He’s added so much color into your life, spring personified. A lovely romantic boy who sets your soul on fire. 

The flowers that line the street remind you of him, and the bees who accompany you on your walk sing a quiet song that resembles his sweet nothings.

 Your sweet spring boy, Hyunjin.

 Radiant in every season. 

Somehow, he looks the prettiest in the July heat. Of course, every season you’ve spent with him he’s been beautiful, but there is something about his smile surrounded by clear skies. His cheeks are the same color as the flowers and his kisses as warm as the sun. Something about the season where you first met, encasing him in a beauty befit of a prince. You can’t believe it’s been a year with him, a year getting to know how to love him and feeling his love back.

Looking at him now, he could probably make you do anything which is why when he woke you up at the crack of dawn dragging you out to see the sunrise you couldn’t say no. It was frustrating at first, when all you wanted was a few more hours in bed next to him, but Hyunjin could make you do anything if he smiled down at you.

He’s doing it now, looking so darling in his light sweater and clips in his bed-messed hair, looking past you at the sunrise. You love him like this, and it takes all of you not to tell him, to keep the peace of dawn. 

You’ve loved things before—people, places, things, but never a boy like this.

Hwang Hyunjin is so precious, so dear to you that it hurts sometimes. No one has ever loved you the way he does, his love surrounds you—covers you under a warm blanket of his affection until it radiates into you.

He’s telling you how pretty you are, how you look like the fresh blooms and you’re laughing—which is all he wanted. He only ever wants to make you happy, even if that means being a cheeseball sometimes. Especially if that means waking you up early enough to see the sun come up, and he wants to see that smile again, so he asks,

 “Honey, do you wanna know a secret?”

“Oooo, yes tell me.”

“I love you.” It comes so easy, flows so quickly past his lips like a nightly prayer, like it’s something so objectively true he can’t lie about it, which it is. And your smiles is so wide, laughing at how sweet your boy is, and you say,

“Oh, I already Knew that. I love you too.” And he smiles, grinning at the summer sky.

© LUVTAK

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[letsgetrowdy43]

Two's company, three's a crowd☆—

Request: Quinn and Honey find out they are pregnant with Maeve.

Ahhhh I'm in love with this 🤭

Au Masterlist!!

Jack's girlfriend placed baby Weston right into Quinn's arms, a soft smile on the man's face as he held the little bundle of joy close to his chest. "He's beautiful J," Honey whispered, teary-eyed at how fatherly Jack looked as he began to tear up at Hun's comment.

The woman admired the intimate scenery in front of her, a baby in Quinn's arms and a misting of tears in his eyes as he held his godson for the first time.

The moment Honey and Quinn made it to their own room in the Lake House Honey sat her husband down on the edge of the bed. A serious look in her eyes as she began, "I'm about to throw an idea out into the open, if you're not on the same page that's fine, just think about it." "You wanna have another baby?" Quinn mused with a grin as he leaned back onto his elbows as Honey smiled shyly. "Sooo badly," she said finally sitting down next to him on the mattress, "my babies aren't babies anymore, and you were holding Weston and I missed that," she watched as Quinn smirked at her, her hands running through his curls as he closed his eyes contently at the feeling.

Quinn pretended to think for a second as his wife waited eagerly for his response, "I'll have as many babies as your heart desires," he grinned as she smacked him in the arm and then pressed a slow kiss to his lips. "I think three is the perfect amount," she mumbled against his mouth as he nipped at her bottom lip.

"I think we should start trying right now," he whispered smugly, his hands running over her hips as he pulled her into his lap. A shallow breath left her lips as he trailed as many kisses along her skin as he possibly could, "your brother is still downstair with the baby," she said in a hushed tone trying to gain enough composure to pull herself off of him. "This is entirely his fault," he said in between kisses as his lips found hers once again, "shouldn't have let me hold the baby looking all sexy, he knew you'd cave," Quinn joked as he flipped her on her back as she let out a quiet squeal.

☆☆

The summer was long over and the hockey season was beginning to pick up, the kids were back in school and Honey's work was starting to pick back up. So the hopes of trying again kinda of withered away as life got busy.

That was until Honey laid in bed reading one of those cheesy romance novels that she couldn't get enough of, a tired Quinn asleep next to her, buried in the sheets with one arm wrapped around his wife's torso.

Something had felt off with Honey, she knew her body, she could feel some sort of sickness coming on as the work week came to an end, but what she didn't expect was for a little notification from her period tracker app to pop up saying she was just over three weeks late. A little gasp left her lips as she stared at her phone, "Q," she shook him gently and she got up and out of bed. "What's wrong," he sat up alert, as he stared at his wife who was making her way to the ensuite bathroom.

He followed her tiredly after coming to the realization that there was no real danger, she grinned and stood with a box in her hands. "I'm late," she said with a grin as Quinn leaned against the bathroom counter a tired smile on his face as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, "now get out so I can take this," she shooed him back into their room and shut the door behind him. Quinn laughed at her bossy demeanour, waiting right outside the door for her to open it again. "Can you start a timer for two minutes," she said faintly through the door as she washed her hands and opened it up to see a smiling Quinn.

The two of them stood in the bathroom, her on the counter, and him in between her legs, hands on both of her thighs as they stared at the stopwatch on the phone. It was silent, not tense, but quiet.

A little under a minute left on the clock as Quinn looked up at her, "Remember the first time, in the old apartment, and I proposed to you right after I made you think I was about to leave you."

Forty-five seconds.

"I was so panicked, and then you left me crying," she mumbled, looking away from the clock to see him watching her with so much love in his eyes. "The outcome was perfect though," he whispered, "I can't believe that was almost nine years ago."

Thirty seconds left.

"We had no idea what we were doing," she reminisced as she looked back down at the clock. "I had no doubts in us." "Of course, you didn't" "I'm serious," he laughed, "we were so in love, I had no hesitations that we would figure it out," he was so serious, his tone so genuine as he spewed love-sick words, blush rising up her cheeks as his eyes landed back on the timer

Fifteen seconds.

"You think we have it figured out by now?" she asked, leaning forward to place a kiss on his brow bone as he stared in concentration. "I think we'll be just fine," he said with a little grin, "our first two are perfect, I'm sure this one will be just fine."

Five seconds.

"I love you," he looked at her as she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you so much Q," she whispered as her forehead pressed against his.

The time startled both of them as Quinn silenced it, a nervous grin on both of their faces as they stared at the test that was placed upside down on the other end of the bathroom counter. "I'll do it," she reached over the sink and grabbed the little pink stick, holding it upside down in between them. both of them saying a silent little prayer inside their heads as Honey flipped it over.

"Pregnant 2 weeks"

A gasp left her lips as she looked up at Quinn who pulled her into his chest, squeezing her so tight as she whispered about just how much she loved him in his ear. "We are having a baby," he pulled away, his hands now cupping her face as he kissed her once again, tears rolling down both of their cheeks as they shared sloppy emotional kisses, surrounded by their love for one another and their little, now complete, family.

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#thelittlesthughesau!! #quinn hughes #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes x y/n #luke hughes #jack hughes #vancouver canucks

[m-jelly]

King!Levi x Queen!Reader Semi-NSFW, King!Levi tempts and seduces Reader to stop working and have fun with him @2moth-anon2 requested.

Royal attention

Levi x fem!reader

Royal AU, married, fluff, romance, suggestive language, suggestive touch, teasing.

You're dedicated to your work and trying to organise a trading event for your people, but Levi desires your attention and love.

Sorry for how the tag list looks, if I tag the normal way it won't work and people won't get notifications.

@ladycheesington @darkstarlight82 @levisbrat25 @galactict3a @nyxiieluna

@li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess

@2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @emilyyyy-08

@notgoodforlife @demonic-bird @searriously

The summer breeze drifted through the open window and through the thin curtains. An addictive scent of flowers and honey flowed from you and enticed your husband closer. Everything about you was enchanting from the way you spoke all the way to how you held yourself. All he wanted was to shower you with love.

Levi leaned on your desk as you scribbled away. He lovingly called your name. "Look at me."

You glanced up at him for a moment before carrying on with your papers. "Something you need?"

"So cold." He huffed. "I am your husband, your loving husband."

You smirked for a moment. "I know, grumpy, but this mean and cold wife of yours is working. I have to make sure everything is right."

He pouted. "Why?"

"Because I am not from here, I'm from a different land." You frowned as you looked closer at some designs. "I have to make sure everything is in order and people are happy. I have to make a good impression on them."

"Why?"

You released a long sigh. "Because they are your people and I love you with every fibre of my being and soul."

Levi rose to his feet and gracefully made his way around your desk to you. "You should pay less attention to my people and more attention to me."

"I would love to give you attention, but I need to work. Give me an hour."

He sat on the desk on some of your papers. "You said that an hour ago."

You paused a moment. "I did?" You glanced up at Levi. "Forgive me. I will finish soon."

He held your chin and lifted your head. "That will not do."

You felt your cheeks heat up and your heart race. "Levi."

He eyed your soft lips tinted a sweet colour. He ran his thumb over your lips slowly. "You are so beautiful."

"Thank you." You pulled your head from his touch. "I know I said an hour, but it really is all I need."

A few thoughts went through his mind as he gazed at you. Levi had never known love until he met you. In fact, Levi had never had dirty and lewd thoughts before you. His mind was racing with so many ideas to tempt you to be all his.

He pulled his blazer off and chucked it onto the other seat. He released a sigh as he slowly dragged his cravat off and noticed you kept glancing over at him. He chuckled a little when you squirmed in your seat as he unbuttoned his shirt a little at a time to show off his pecs to you.

He tilted his head as he ruffled his hair. "Such hot weather we are having, hmm?"

You gulped hard as you admired your husband. "Mm, you're right."

He slipped off the desk and moved to behind you. "Perhaps you should remove your little jacket and cool off with me."

You nibbled your lip. "Maybe."

He stood behind you and took off your little jacket. As soon as he put it down, he ran his hands over your exposed shoulders. "You seem...tense..." He leaned down and whispered against your ear. "Let me help with that."

You started working but Levi was distracting you with his touch. You leaned your head back a little as he massaged your shoulders carefully. All the knots in your body melted away as you felt your body relax under his touch. "Levi."

He pushed his hands down your arms. "My darling love, you have so much tension in your body." He nipped the top of your ear. "I've been neglecting my duties as your husband."

You moaned a bit when his hands massaged and pressed right under your breasts. "You're perfect, Levi. You do so much for me."

He moved his hands up to your breasts and lightly touched them. "I could do a lot for you right now." He kissed and nipped your neck as you started panting. "The body holds so much tension in it in many places."

"Many places?"

He licked your neck. "You need whole body therapy." He smiled against your skin. "Such deep loving body therapy."

"I do?"

He hummed a laugh. "That's right." He kissed the side of your head. "You need your body covered in kisses. You need your pure nectar licked and your fruit sucked. You need me deep inside of you to massage the deepest parts of you until a large release of my royal seed fills you until you can't take anymore."

You mewled in delight. "How are you so wonderful Levi?"

He leaned down as he lightly held your neck his other hand moved down your body and lightly massaged your hip. "I married you. You made me into this. Thank you for making me into a better man."

You stood up and shivered. "Y-You were always g-good." You glanced over at him. "I uh...should work."

He hugged you from behind and hugged you. "Just give me one hour of your time." He bit your neck. "That's all I ask."

You hummed a laugh. "That's the problem, you can't just do one hour." You turned around and faced him. "Besides, you know very well I like more than an hour as well." You ran your hands down his body and gripped his shirt. You yanked him closer and purred. "You have wound me up rather tightly, King Levi Ackerman. Are you ready to accept the consequences of your actions?"

Levi picked you up and slammed you against your desk. He slowly pushed you back as he leaned over you. "Oh, you know I am." He growled. "I will worship you, my darling Queen."

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[starryriize]

in a million lives | seunghan

— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event!

೫ pairing: bf!seunghan and reader

೫ summary: you spontaneously decide to dance in the middle of the street and seunghan falls harder for you

೫ genre/word count: fluff & lots of romance! 691 words!

೫ author’s notes: the way i wrote this while at an airport😌 truly the best vibes and i am in love with how this turned out 🫶🏼 i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it

10:45 -

Seunghan knew that this may have been a bad idea. He should’ve known that seeing you in a sparkly gown would make him fall even harder for you. His eyes were fixated on you as you walked through the hallway. The soft light of the hallway reflected on your face, giving you an angelic glow.

“You look…gorgeous.” He muttered, his heart racing as he slowly stepped ever so closer to you. You paused, stopping in the middle of the hall, looking up at him. He looked dashing in his pressed suit, but it was his smile that made him all the more handsome.

You reach for his hand, whispering, “And you look striking in that suit.” He gasps, bringing his other hand to his chest. For both of you, the best parts of your relationship were the small moments like this. Smiling, you clasp his hand in yours tighter, guiding him towards the front door. “Come on, love.” He says quietly, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

Opening the door, you both walk outside, relishing in the silence and the warm summer air. Your pale blue gown shone against the streetlights, the ruffled sleeves blowing in the calm breeze. It was one of those nights where you walked hand in hand down the sidewalk before carefully making your way to the empty street that’s yet to be illuminated by your smiles and laughter.

Seunghan squeezes your hand tightly, offering you a small smile. He steps back, taking your beauty in, before stepping to the side. You followed him, stepping to the side, heels in sync with his dress shoes. There was no music and barely any sounds besides the light clicking of your heels against the concrete as you stepped in a little rhythm with Seunghan.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, eyes looking directly into yours. He scans your face, beginning to get lost in your eyes. You laugh, saying between giggles, “Is that even a question?” He throws his head back, laughing with you. Taking your hand, he spins you around, dipping you in his arms. Pulling you back up, he guides you across the street, finding a melody in the darkness of the night. The sound of your giggles and your shared footsteps is all he could hear. Nothing else in the entire world mattered to him.

“Y/n. You know…” He trailed off, his footsteps coming to a stop. His hands are still intertwined with yours, yet his heart is racing at a million miles per hour. You tilt your head towards him, whispering, “What is it, love?” Seunghan’s voice shakes slightly as he takes a deep breath. Your brows crease with instant worry, eyes searching for a hint of what’s going on.

A single tear falls from his face as he whispers softly, “I’m in love with you. And I think…” He pauses before continuing, “I want to be in your life forever and I know you love me since we’re already together. I’ve fallen for you all over again tonight. I love you, Y/n.”

The words echoed through your mind as the world seemed to slow down as if all the stars were patiently waiting for your response to your lover. You stare at him, eyes misty, a quiet confirmation of your enduring love. You smile, whispering, "I'd stay with you forever, and in every life too. I love you, Seunghan."

His emotions overtake him, gently letting go of your hand to cup your face. Grazing his thumb over the tears that escaped your eyes, he leaned down, centimeters between the two of you. You let out a soft breath, lightly closing your eyes, anticipating what was to come. Closing the gap between you two, he captured your lips in a soft kiss. It wasn't anything like your previous kisses, though. This one was...different. He held your face and kissed you as though if he were to let you go, you'd walk away. But, you both knew that your love was destined to last forever. After all, the stars were smiling down on the two of you, wishing everlasting love for you.

#laur’s thoughts 🧚🏼‍♀️ #laur’s valentine 💌 #riize fluff #riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize x reader #riize seunghan #hong seunghan #seunghan x reader

[lnfours]

inclinations (the 1) | l.n

summary: a story told in two parts: summer and autumn. summer held the whirlwind romance that came crashing down too soon. autumn brought the repercussions of young love and learning how to fall in love all over again.

au: childhood friends to lovers, uni!au

warnings: language, fluff, surprise visits, mostly a filler chapter before we get into the good stuff of this first part of the series!

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a few months later…

fall was quickly approaching, the autumn leaf colors swallowing the green ones and the wind getting colder. you had loved this time of year, the transition from summer into fall feeling like a fresh start for you every year. a new chapter of your story unwinding before your eyes.

however, this year it felt a little bit different. the summer had been mediocre, a let down from what you had wished it would be. between everything with lando falling out of place as soon as you figured it out, to having to turn your social medias private due to the backlash of your relationship.

the truth was, you hadn’t really let it bother you. people could say what they wanted about you and your relationship, but at the end of the day, it was basically a dream come true. everything you had ever wanted wrapped up with a pretty bow on top.

right now, it was the last week of august. two official weeks left of summer until you were thrown into your final year of uni, until you were put out into the real world to show everybody what you were made of. you were wheeling your suitcase through the monaco airport, smiling softly to yourself at the thought of the surprise you were about to pull off.

you had texted max on a whim a few days ago, saying you wanted to surprise lando and hang out with them for the final few weeks of summer. get back that time the two of you lost when he was swept away and had to come back. he had thought it was a great idea, knowing his best friend needed something like this. he knew lando needed you.

so he agreed to pick you up from the airport, helping you put your bag into the trunk after giving you a quick hug and before you climbed into the passenger seat. he had told lando he was out to run an errand and that he’d be back, leaving his best friend in complete unawareness.

“he’s gonna be so happy to see you,” he smiled, “when’s the last time you talked to him?”

“before the flight,” you said, “i told him i was out with chloe, getting some shopping done for school. i’m excited to see his reaction.”

you were practically beaming, over the moon excited about everything that was about to happen. about seeing him, being wrapped up in everything lando and letting it consume you.

max pulled up in front of the apartment building, the two of you making light conversation on the way up about how your semester was gonna go. the key turned into the lock, the two of you laughing softly. the door pushed open and your heart was going a mile a minute, so excited to see his face when you walked through the door.

you had quietly wheeled your suitcase to the living room and kicked off your shoes, max following behind you as you made your way down the hallway. you were smiling so wide it hurt, hand slowly approaching the doorknob to his bedroom door. you opened the door slowly, smiling as you peaked your head in.

you spotted brown curls flushed against the white linen pillows and your heart squeezed in your chest. his eyelashes kissing his cheeks and lips slight parted from his cheek being squished, he was asleep.

you climbed softly next to him, smiling and running a hand through his hair. he stirred, letting out a soft groan as he squeezed his eyes shut, clearly not enjoying the morning monaco sun that had decided to peek through his curtains.

“morning, sunshine,” you smiled. this made his eyes shoot open, hearing your voice right next to him rather than through a phone line.

he sat up quickly, laughing softly before pulling you close against his body, “no fucking way!”

you laughed with him, “surprise!”

he looked over at max, “were you in on this, too?”

max nodded, “yeah, figured you could use a little pick me up before you start racing again.”

and he was right. lando had been missing you like crazy, you had become the sole topic of all his conversations lately.

max had left the two of you alone for a while, you with your head on his chest as you laid in bed. you spent the time catching up, talking about anything and everything with his hands in your hair.

the monaco sun had finally set when max came knocking on his bedroom door, peeking his head in, “the guys are talking about hitting the club in a bit, you guys wanna go?”

you turned your head to look at him as he looked down at you, “‘s up to you,”

you shrugged, thinking about how good it could be to go out, especially during the last few weeks of summer. and so you did, thankful you had decided to pack a few dresses in your suitcase. lando had thrown on a button up and a pair of trousers, looking good even with the little effort he put in.

the music inside was loud, bass raking through your body as you walked through the crowd of people, lando’s hand on your waist. you had finally caught up with your friends, spotting the familiar face as you laughed and pulled her into a tight hug.

“oh my god, it’s been so long!” you sighed happily.

“i know! tell me everything i’ve missed!” flo smiled. and you did, you had caught her up to speed with all the little things she had missed. the summer you had been craving for was finally coming in little doses.

“you want a drink?” lando smiled, leaning his head down to your ear so you could hear him. you nodded, letting him squeeze your hand before he gently dropped it back to your side.

you had took part in the conversation between flo and max, laughing with them for some time before you realized it had taken lando longer than usual to reappear back at your side. you smiled at your friends and excused yourself, pushing through the crowd as you tried to find the curly haired boy who had your heart.

you looked up, finding him laughing at the bar. a set of freshly manicured nails resting against his chest, matching with long brown hair and a girl with long, tan legs laughing with him. her arm was around his neck, like she had been holding him close. too close.

you were suddenly frozen in your steps, staring at the two as you took in everything. a hand on your shoulder pulled you back to reality, followed by flo saying your name.

“y/n,” she mumbled softly, grabbing onto your arm, “i think we should go-“

you didn’t mean to snap, snatching your arm back from her grip as the anger tears welled up in your eyes. you made your way through the crowd with her hot on your heels.

lando’s eyes met yours and the girl untangled her arm from him quickly as he stood, “hey, baby, sorry there’s people i want you to-“

“don’t bother,” you said, his eyes meeting yours, “how long, lando?”

he looked at you confused, “how long what?”

“how long have you been letting her wrap herself around you knowing damn well i won’t find out just because im halfway across the world?”

flo stood next to you now, torn between dragging you out before it got worse or sticking up for you against her brother. her brother who was letting another girl hang on him, without a second thought.

“would you let me explain,” he said, “it’s not what it looks like.”

you shook your head, pushing past him and letting your shoulder bump into yours, “save it for someone else. i’m done.”

you didn’t bother looking back as people called your name. you pushed the doors open to the club and stepped out into the cool summer night in monaco, a city you had never been in as the hot tears flowed down your cheeks.

you had come to the city for one thing, to fix the way everything with lando had come crashing down so quickly so fast. just for the same thing to happen again.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader series #lando norris x reader angst #lando norris series #formula one #formula 1 #f1 #ln4 x reader #ln4 #ln4 imagine #ln4 fic #ln4 fluff #ln4 x you #ln4 x y/n #ln4 angst #ln4 x reader series #ln4 series #mclaren #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren formula one #mclaren f1 #like #fluff #angst #reboot #- a/n: i kinda hate this chapter but i feel bad keeping it from you guys

[codfanficedits]

Tapping out.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!Reader

Summary: Being tapped out after duty

Wordcount: 7988| Rating: M (18+ only!)

Warnings: Soft Simon, friends to lovers, communication, reader is hesitant about feelings, Simon falls first and Simon falls harder. Mentioning of childhood abuse, fluff, romance.

A/N: Had to take a little break because of uni and my mental health, but I am back at it again.

Tapping out.

You had been dreading the day. Your teammates around you being tapped out by their family members, by their friends, loved ones. And there you were, standing alongside Simon. Both standing in formation, waiting for the moment that will never arrive.

Your eyes shift to Simon, and you can see the longing in his eyes, the desire to be loved. A feeling comes over you. What if you could tap him out? You were looking at him, you knew it wasn't really appreciated when soldiers tapped each other out, but you were the only one left, the rest of the soldiers were too occupied with their family to even care about the two of them. Price with his wife and child, Gaz with his girlfriend and mom, even Soap with his three sisters. Just you and Simon left. Two broken people waiting to be whole again.

But you didn't know if he even wanted you to tap him out. You swallowed the lump in your throat. You wanted to tap him out. But didn't dare to yet. You and Simon had been good friends. But what if he didn't want you to be the one to tap him out? You wouldn't risk that. Simon looks at you, and in your eyes he sees that lump you’re trying to swallow. That same lump that rests within him and he has an idea. Without saying a word, he takes your hand in his, and guides it onto his shoulder, indicating you should tap him out.

His gaze never leaves yours. You looks up when you see him taking your hand. The leather of his gloves feels rough against your skin. He lets your hand linger above his shoulder. He dared to do what you couldn't. But leaves the final decision with you.

You make eye contact and you know it is now or never. You taps his shoulder, and his hand automatically goes to your shoulder. A smile on both faces before he pulls you in for a hug. The tension in Simon’s shoulders lessens when you tap him out, and he wraps his arms around you to return the gesture. No words are needed, as the message is sent. For the moment, there are no orders. No mission. No rank distinction. Just friends, enjoying a long awaited embrace. This is what he needed. Your warm body pressed against his, your head resting against his chest. He wraps his arms tighter around you. He can feel the beat of your heart through the material of your uniforms.

He leans his head back, staring at the sky. Your relationship had been platonic thus far. The occasional ribbing. Jokes. Banter. He wonders if you feel the same way. If you want more. You want to pull back, after all, you’re still out in the open, surrounded by your teammates and their families. But no one is paying attention to you, no one sees what happens between the two of you. "If you need me during our break. You know where to find me." You murmur. The words you spoke brought him back to reality. He’d forgotten that your embrace was in full view of the entire taskforce He lets go of you and smiles, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. He takes a step back to give you space, his hands resting on his hips.

His heart beats against his chest, his breathing becoming more sporadic. He couldn’t help but wonder why he felt those things for you. You’re just a friend. Just a friend, right?

You pull back, you’re crossing the line of a friendly embrace.

"Enjoy your summer break, Simon." You say. "See you after summer."

You turn around, but his large hand grabs your arm.

"Wait."

You turn to look at Simon. "I rented a small cabin, away from the city. It has two bedrooms and you're welcome to join me." He is rambling his words, almost as if he is afraid of you declining.

Did he just invite you?

 You are nervous but you smile.

"Sure."

Your words fall on Simon’s ears like music coming from an angel. He couldn’t believe it, an entire summer with you? Just the two of you?

His head spins as you accept his offer. A hundred thoughts go through his mind; is he being too forward? what if you change your mind? Are you just saying that to placate him?

But the excitement on his face is genuine. He feels like a kid on Christmas.

“Really? I…” he begins, but the word “thank you” gets caught in his throat.

"I'm looking forward to it." You answer. "Let me pack my bag, and I'll join you."

You were happy with this little get away. It was better than going back to your own empty apartment or staying at base for that matter. With a light spring in your step you hurry yourself back to your quarters, packing a bag. Truth be told you weren’t planning on leaving this base anyway, everything you needed was right here, expect for someone who cares, that is. But you don’t have to think about things like that anymore, not for the days you’re with Simon, of course. While the two of you had been friends, maybe a little more, maybe not, you liked the idea of getting out, of not being at the same spot all the damn time. You pack your bag, worried that if you take too long, he’ll leave without you, even though you know he would never do such thing to you. You hurry to his car, and he isn’t even there yet, You’d worried about nothing.

Simon carries his duffle bag to the car, smiling as he sees you already waiting for him. “You’re all packed?” he asks, placing his bag in the trunk beside yours. The excitement in his voice is unmistakable, he sounds like a puppy who just got a new toy.

“Let’s go, then!” he exclaims, hopping into the driver’s seat. “You’re driving?” You ask as you get in the passenger seat.

“Yeah!”

��“Are you sure that is a good idea?” You ask again and Simon gives you a glare. “I’ll have you know I do have a legally obtained driver’s license.”

“How many tries?”

He ignores the question and turns up the volume of the radio. “How many tries, Simon?” You ask once more.

“Seven.” He mutters under his breath.

“Seven!”

He look at you, a frown on his face. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”

“It is a bad thing!”

“Nuh uh.” Simon chuckles. “I had some extra practice. By all means, my driving is safer than yours.”

And the Gods punish him for such lies, as he hits a curb while he goes nearly 30 miles per hour. “Simon!”

“Oops.”

“Oops? Oh my god, we’re pulling over and I am driving!” You hate to raise your voice, but you’re pretty sure you’ll meet your maker if he keeps on driving.

Simon pulls over to the side of the road, glancing at you with a slight frown. He sighs, handing over the keys. “Fine.” He shrugs, crossing his arms in disapproval. The two of you get out of the car and you switch seats.

He leans back and looks out the window, his gaze lingering on you. In the dim light of the car, his eyes catch a glimpse of your lips. He feels a wave of heat wash over him, and he quickly looks away, not daring to meet your gaze. You start the car, and while you’re not the best driver either, you do drive a lot safer than he does. "By God, Simon." You snicker. "You're an amazing soldier, but a horrible driver."

Simon looks over at you, and a cheeky grin spreads across his face. “I know.” he admits. “It’s a good thing the army pays for our repairs, eh?” You laugh at his remark. "So you're the reason the army doesn't have a budget for anything else."

His laughs with you. “Guilty as charged, but that was a low blow.” Simon leans into his seat again, his gaze falling on you one more time. “So,” he says. “What do you want to do when we get to the cabin?”

You look at him, just for a brief moment before you turn your attention on the road again. “I don’t know.” You say, as you look at the navigation on his phone. “I’ll let you surprise me.”

His eyes linger briefly on your lips once again. What would it feel like to kiss you? Would you let him?

“I was thinking…” He answers you after a few moments of silence. “I thought we could just relax for once. Get some sun. Relax at the forest. Go for a swim. That sort of thing.”

You smile at the idea. “I would like that.”

“Yeah me too.”

It stays quiet after that, but it’s not awkward, neither of you feel the need to say something, to fill the air with meaningless words.

After what feels like only a moment you reach the cabin, it is shielded from the rest of the world, hidden away from the chaos of society.

The two of you get out of the car, and Simon hands you the keys and the bags. “Make yourself at home, I’ll do some grocery shopping.” He orders. And out of habit you do as you’re told, not even thinking about defying his order.

With two bags in your hand you open the cabin door and you step inside, your first instinct is to kick your shoes off.

You drop the bags on the floor as you begin to wander around the cabin. It is nice, it is cozy, a little outdated, but who are you to complain? It feels more like home than anything else you’ve ever encountered in your life.

Memories of the broken dishes and your screaming parents begin to pop up, they begin to find their way out of the chambers where you had locked they. But once again you push them away, a skill you had mastered over the years. Your fingertips glide over the smooth surface of the countertops while a whirlpool of emotions tug on your heartstrings. Anger from the childhood that had been taken from you, sadness over what could’ve been if things had been different, and a sudden longing for a domestic life, one you threw away the moment you joined the army.

You look up when the front door swings open, and neither of you need the words to understand what is happening, Simon knows that look all to well, he too carries it in the chambers of his heart. “Fuck.” You mutter. “Got lost in thought, let me put the bags away.” It is a futile attempt to hide, to not let him in to the burden of your childhood. Simon watches you pull away with a subtle nod of his head. If he’s disappointed that you’ve hidden the hurt and sad child once more under the mask of the soldier, it doesn’t show on his face. He’s seen that transformation before, seen it countless times in fact, and still know that it's the only way you know to cope. So he won’t push you, but he is glad that this cabin could offer you a brief respite from your hardships, a temporary shelter from the storm that rages within you.

He knows you’ll give him the largest bedroom, an unspoken rule coming from your childhood, others will always deserve more than you, it has become a second nature to you, and he can see it, feel it within you, and right now, in this little cabin, he wants nothing more than to free you from those shackles.

He neatly puts away the groceries, while he waits for you to come back, he hopes you’ll enjoy the little surprise he had bought for the both of you.

 “Come on.” Simon doesn’t even give you time to talk while he grabs your arms and drags you outside with him. “The weather is way too nice to sulk inside.”

And while you hate to admit that he is right, the weather is way too nice to sulk inside, the scenery is amazing, green grass, large trees, a ocean of wild flowers surrounding you. It seems like he knows the way, in the way his legs carry him with such confidence in his strides. “You’ve been here before?” You ask him.

Simon nods, his eyes shifting to you for a brief moment before you reach an open field. “I come here every time we’re allowed leave.”

“Sit.” He orders you, and you let yourself drop on the ground, feeling the little strands of grass beneath your fingertips, and automatically you rip a few strand out of the ground, peeling them in two while you wait for him to sit down with you.

“Here.” Simon holds up two small bottles, and you frown. “A bubble blower?” and he nods.

For a moment you don’t know if you have to laugh about it, treating it all like some sort of joke. But it is the soft look in his eyes that make you realise he is serious, and the hurt child inside of you is screaming in the enclosure you’ve locked her in. Your hand reaches out to one of the small bottles. “For me?” You ask, with a voice so soft it is barely audible.

“For you.” He confirms.

Your thumb caresses the bottle, a floodgate of trauma threatens to break through the dam you’ve built to keep it in. You look up, wanting to thank him, but your voice seems lost when you see him, the hurt boy that he had locked in too, finally being allowed out to play, not a care in the world as you see him pout his lips to blow a bubble.

And for the first time in forever you want to be that free too.

  “Bet I can make bigger bubbles than you,” Simon challenges you with a playful sparkle in his eyes.

You loved him for it. You both knew the burden you both carried, and because of that the two of you could help the other when the load became too heavy. You had been so grateful that he had invited you. All of their teammates had families to go home to. But not Simon, not you.

"Nuh uh." You laughed as you twisted open the bottle. "I'll beat you to it." His gaze rests on you with a mixture of tenderness and protectiveness. Your days together felt like a bubble of happiness and safety, in and out of the base. For all the trauma you have both endured, your time together here felt like the true haven you both deserved.

"Yeah? Well I'm a trained soldier." He chuckles in response to you competition. Your eyes were like the sun reflecting on a tranquil pond, something he could look at for hours.

"So am I smartass." You snicker. "Or did you happen to forget that we're both soldiers." You take a deep breath, trying to blow the biggest bubble, but yours is way smaller than his.

Simon laughs as you blow your tiny bubble, his own being so much bigger than yours. A warm gaze falls on you as you concentrates on the task. He chuckles as he watches your lips curl into a smile, and his eyes linger on them for a moment longer before returning to your eyes. The SAS soldier in you wants to compete with him, wants to be the very best at everything, including this. But there is just something about his childlike gaze, how enthusiastic he gets about blowing a bigger bubble that you let it slide. Let him have this.

"Guess you win this one." You chuckle, as you lay down in the grass, letting yourself be surrounded by the green cloud of innocence.

The corner of his lips tugs upwards as he sees you laying down in the grass next to him. He gazes upon you. How could anyone be so perfect? He always denied those feelings for you, but he had fallen for you, face first.

He lets out a content sigh, a feeling rising within him that he has never experienced before. He's found his place here. Beside you in the midst of the green paradise. You’re his sanctuary.

In response you pat the grass next to you. “C’me here.” You mutter. “It is comfier than the beds on base.” You say with a chuckle.

Simon lays down beside you, your bodies touching as he gazes up at the sun's warmth and the billowing clouds. His eyes linger on your fingers caressing the grass until they meet with your gaze, your eyes locking for a long moment before he tilts back his head toward the sky. "Mm," he hums in agreement, the two of you soaking in the tranquil atmosphere of the moment together.

You nudge him, before you point at the blue sky. "Could be me. But that cloud looks like an elephant." A soft smile crosses his lips as he feels your fingers touch his skin. He turns his head to gaze back at the sky, looking for the animal-shaped cloud. Your comment draws a soft chuckle from him.

"I see it too...and that one looks a bit like a mouse...do you see it?" You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes, but then you see it.

"Yes!" You exclaimed. "A teeny tiny mouse." It is peaceful, the sun on your faces, the smell of grass, and no worries.

His gaze remains on the sky while he feels you nudging against him once again. He glances at you with the corner of his eyes and sees how excited you are.

Just as he opens his mouth to speak, his eyes flick back to the sky as his lips curve into a bemused smile.

"You'll never guess what that one looks like..." he whispers to you, gesturing to a particular cloud.

A penis. It looks like a penis.

And you two don't even have to say a thing, you can see the teenage boy within him, the one that finds poop jokes and farts funny. The one that he never got to be. The moment you make eye contact a bravo of laughter is heard. The belly laugh kind. As if a penis shaped cloud is the funniest thing the both of you had ever seen.

And in that moment it was..

His face breaks out into a wide grin as he turns to face you and your eyes meet.

A moment of mutual understanding is created as you immediately catches his meaning. You’re both grown adults, but in that second you’re just like your teenage selves making jokes about the human anatomy. It's one of those moments that are only shared between the two of them; no one else will ever understand.

Your laughter echoes throughout the tranquil paradise. In that singular moment, nothing matters but the joy between the two of you.

It had been a long, long time since you laughed so hard you couldn't breathe, the muscles in your abdomen protesting against the fun you have.

"Oh my god” You snicker. "Jezus Christ Simon, I'll never be able to look at a cloud again." Another laugh erupts from Simon as he turns to lay face up, his arms extended above his head. He gazes up at the sky, his expression light and carefree. "That's not the only one," he remarks with a cheeky grin as he motions to another cloud further away. It resembled a pair of balls.

"It doesn't seem like we're the only immature adults here," he chuckles as the childish laughs fill the air once more.

Did they resemble balls? Barely.

Was it enough to set the two soldier off again? Absolutely.

As if the Gods wanted you to catch up on all the innocent fun the both of you had missed in life. Laughter fills the air again, mixing with the soft summer breeze, the sound of birds chirping, it is almost perfect. Laughter turns into childish giggles as the both of you point at every pair of phallic-shaped clouds in the sky, the humour growing more and more infantile. It feels as if either of you have regressed all the way back to being school children having a giggle over nothing.

Even if the laughter is a bit too loud, neither seem to care. The innocence and joy drowns out the noises of the world around you, allowing you to be the immature brats both of you always wanted to be. It has been a while since the both of you had been this relaxed and it is clear that you both needed it. You can't hold it when he starts to laugh so hard he starts to snort. It causes you to wheeze, making the both of you laugh even harder, to the point that you’re both laughing like a seal.

"Oww," he groans as he clutches at his sides, tears welling up in his eyes from the laughing.

Eventually, the laughter fades and is reduced to nothing but snickers, the two of you catching your breath. Everything around you was still in motion, but the two of you. Only your giggles and wheezes interrupted the serene atmosphere.

The laughter eventually dies out, the clouds long gone, and after a few deep breaths you’re both back to adults again.

You look at Simon, a smile on your face. "Thank you for inviting me here.” You say, as you get up on your elbows. “So, who is going to cook tonight?” Simon's gaze follows you as you sits up on your elbows. You’re beautiful to look at in your natural state.

"I'm cooking," he replies with a mischievous smirk as he rolls onto his side to face you.

"Are you ready for a fine meal of beans and toast?" he chides with a slight grin. You can’t help but laugh at his choice of food. “Beans and toast? Can’t wait to have some British delicacy.”

“Says the person whose national dish is stempot.” He scoffed and for a second you’re lost in what he means.

And then it clicks.

“Oh my god. It’s called stamppot, and for your information, boiled potatoes, with boiled kale, gravy and a sausage tastes amazing.” You correct him.

But the look on his face is horrified. “You eat that?”

“I eat MRE’s.” You shrug.

"Well you're going to love my cooking then," Simon says with a confident smirk. "Come on, let’s get going." Simon gets himself up off the ground as he offers his hand to you. This paradise was a place he could share with just you. Nothing and no one else was allowed.

As you start to walk back, he notices how warm and comfortable your hand is, and it feels right to be holding your hand as you journey back to the cabin together.

You are in no hurry to let go off his hand. Your gaze falling on the nature behind him, and then the small, yet cozy cabin in front of you. A nice little get away from the army.

You have to let go off his hand when you reach the cabin, and you kicks off your shoes when you get inside. "Do you need any help in the kitchen?" You ask.

Simon is the first to kick off his boots and he sets them next to yours. The cabin was simple and quaint, as if to be a home away from home. It felt like a perfect respite for the two of you. The silence between you two was never awkward as each knew how the other was feeling.

"Nah, I'm alright." He looks over at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he smiles. He feels an inner peace being with you; no matter what was happening in the army, it meant nothing with you by his side.

"Can't wait for that top notch British cuisine." You teased him as you sat down on the couch. It had been a while since somebody cared for you, and you could get used to it, especially if it was someone you trusted so dearly as Simon. "I'll cook tomorrow."

He places a bowl of toast and beans on a small wooden table in front of him, signalling you to come sit with him. The scent of toasted bread fills the air. If there was one comfort of home he could give you, it would be this.

"You'll love it," he assures you as he spoons some of the beans into his mouth. "I'm a professional chef." He chuckles again. "You're as good as a chef as you are a driver." You tease him, and you get yourself some toast and beans, after a bite you had to admit it wasn't that bad. After all, you both had eaten worse in the field. "I have to give it to you, this isn't so bad."

"Harsh," he chuckles as he listens to your comment about his driving skills.

Simon's eyes light up as you make the comment about his cooking. To hear his cooking wasn't so bad was a huge boost for his confidence; for someone like him, he never knew if anyone would enjoy the things he created. "You see?" He says while nodding in agreement. "I am a top-tier cook."

You could see his eyes light up and it made you smile. "Since you cooked, I'll do the dishes, okay?" You said. "We can split the chores."

“You're offering to do the dishes?" He replies with a faint grin, his eyes still glued on yours. "Are you feeling alright?" Simon chuckles and shakes his head as he finishes up his food and plate. "Well alright, I'll take you up on that offer."

He watches you finish up your food before he leaves the dishes to you, sitting down on the couch, placing his feet on the ottoman. A contented sigh escapes his mouth as he leans sideways and supports his head on his hand.

There is a light spring in your step as you gets to the kitchen. Jokes on him, as beans and toast doesn't require much use of the kitchen at all.

With a soft hum you wash and dry the plates and the pot that he had used, before you returns to the living room.

Simon watches you with his dark eyes, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He didn't want to admit it, but he always had a soft spot for you and seeing you taking care of everything with a smile on your face only amplified those feelings. It made him crave a family of his own, love to come home to every day.

He sits up on the couch as you walk back into the living room and he gestures to the sofa. "Come here.. come sit."

You comply to his request, it is soft and cozy inside, as the darkness of the beginning night cloaks the cabin in darkness.

"I was thinking." You began. "There is a small lake near the cabin. If the weather is nice, maybe we can go for a swim tomorrow?"

Simon's gaze was locked on yours, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as you mention a swim. A small smile appears on his lips as he thinks about it.

"That actually sounds like a great idea," he responds warmly. The fresh air alongside the warmth of the sun would feel divine tomorrow. The sun on your bare skin, the feeling of the water, it brought a smile on your face. It had been such a long time since you’ve actually enjoyed swimming, those exercises in the army didn’t count in your book.

"That is settled then." You said, as you got up from the couch.

"I'm heading to bed. Goodnight.” You make your way to the guestroom. Simon had been right, you had given yourself the smaller room, and in your mind it did make sense, after all, he had invited you to this little cabin, it would seem rude to hog the bigger bedroom.

He watches you get up from the couch, his eyes lingering on you for a split second longer before he gets up as well. He takes a moment to stretch his shoulders and neck as he hears your footsteps towards the guestroom.

"Goodnight." Simon smiles as he too makes his way to the bedroom.

It had been a long, busy month in the army but being isolated in this wilderness with you had been a relief. It was a feeling of being home. This vacation had been exactly what he needed to recharge his batteries. It took a while for Simon to fall asleep, but he did eventually succumb to the lure of the night's peace.

Hours later, the first light of the morning sun began to trickle through the curtains, slowly filling the room with a warm glow. Simon slowly woke up, and he was greeted by the sight of the sunshine that filled his senses. That's when he had remembered that you did indeed have a plan for this morning and the thought of swimming with you exited him.

The subtle, gentle rays of sun woke you up too, and you took your time, as you stretched your limbs after sleeping.

You went to take a shower. Letting the water run over your body before you dried yourself and got dressed, wearing your bikini under your shirt and shorts.

You smiled while you walked in to the kitchen, while you had been starting your day, Simon had taken it on to himself to prepare breakfast.

Toast, butter, jam, breakfast of the champions and you keep your smile as you sit down. “Good morning.”

Simon turns around to see you enter the kitchen and his face brightens. He can't help but admire how beautiful you look with the sun shining on your face.

"Morning, darling," he says with a smile as he places the plate of toast in front of you. He takes the place opposite you at the table.

Darling.

"So," he says with a small grin as he places a jar of jam right next to the toast. "Did you sleep well?" "I slept amazing." You answer. "I was knocked out cold within minutes."

You place a piece of toast on your plate, before you butter it. "How did you sleep?" You ask, before you take the little jar of jam.

"Pretty good, it was nice to wake up to this sunshine," he replies simply, looking through the window at the outside world. He takes a slice of toast and covers it with a butter and a small amount of jam. The sweetness on his tongue compliments the butter on the bread as he takes a bite of the toast.

He nods as he chews his food, taking in the warm feeling of the morning sun on his skin. "So tell me, are you still up for that swim we spoke of?"

"I agree. It is better than being woken up by screaming soldiers across the hall." You chuckled, you take a bite of your toast, before you nod. You pull away a bit of your shirt, revealing your collarbone and the string of your bikini. “One step ahead of ya.”

He looks at you and sees that you are all prepared, and his eyes glance at the area where your shirt had previously covered.

"Wow, you wasted no time." He chuckles to himself before he finishes up what's left of his toast. "I guess we better get going."

You take the final bite of your toast too before you bring the plates to the kitchen.

"It's a short walk. So let's go yeah." You nod before you pop on your shoes and you pack a small bag with some beach towels and sunscreen.

"Are you ready?" You ask, as he gets out of his room, dressed in his swimming trunks and a casual shirt.

"Yes, I'm ready," he says while putting on his shoes. "I'll carry the bag for you." He offers you his hand. "Shall we?"

Such a gentleman.

You hand him the bag, and you take his hand, not thinking much about it as the both of you walk to the lake. It is a beautiful sunny day, perfect for a swim.

He takes the bag with one hand as the both of you start to make your way towards the lake, his free hand now holding hands with you. He notices the different heights once more, and it only makes him feel even more protective of you. The sunlight dances in and out of the trees, creating a nice natural filter for the sunlight as they walk along their narrow path. He looks down at you, studying your figure as you walk.

"Tell me, what's your favourite spot in the whole world?"

You let the question linger in the air. It is a good one. You both share a horrid childhood, no family to look forward too. Just an empty apartment whenever you’re on leave.

"I.. I don't know." You stuttered. "I think this little cabin would be it." You swallow the lump in your throat. "And for you?" The walk had given him time to think deeply about your question. Simon could relate to that feeling of not having a place to call home other than a small cabin. He too had never had the chance to build up memories in his youth in one singular location.

"For me, I think I would agree with you," he responds as you reach the lake. The calm waters of the lake sparkled as the early morning sun bounced off of it.

"This is my favourite place in the world right now." A sense of peace fills his words.

His comment gets rewarded with a smile from you. "It is really nice here." You said, as you start to undress, so the both of you can go into the water.

"Makes me forget about it all." You sigh.

You dip your toe into the water. It was colder than you expected. But before you can say anything, two strong, warm arms get wrapped around your waist and you get pulled into the water.

He takes in the surroundings of the lake and the trees that surround you and he looks at you as you starts to undress yourself and he doesn't say a word. Just as you starts to dip your toe into the water, Simon's arms wrap around you and he pulls you into the lake with him. His strong arms embrace you tightly and the water splashes around them both as you are pulled down with him.

"Having a nice little dip?" He chuckles, his eyes locked onto you.

There it was again, that boyish grin on his face, not a worry in his eyes. A side of Simon you cherished so much.

"You absolute dickhead!" You laugh, your hair soaked by the water.Although the water wasn't half as bad. You could feel his warm hands on your waist, and you smiled.

"Oh, I should strangle you for this."

Your laugh sends a spark of glee down his spine and his dark eyes show his feelings of contentment. Your comment only makes that feeling grow stronger. Simon laughs as his head tips backward, his eyes closed as the sun warms his face. "There are worse things you could strangle me over."

He looks at you and his eyes linger on your hair. "Your hair would make for a good grip."

With a sly smile, he closes his eyes once more and takes in a deep breath of the fresh air. He enjoys spending time with you.

"My hair would make a good grip."  You repeat. "Are you flirting with me Simon, or are you threatening me?"

You had been dancing around the fine line of being friends or more for a while now. But it felt right. His hands on your waist. The cold water surrounding them, but you were worried. Worried that if that line was crossed, everything would be too different.

"Just a little bit of both," he replies with a smirk.

Simon's eyes linger on the water before he raises his gaze back to your eyes.

The way the both of you danced around your feelings was not unusual, you had both been through a lot in your childhood and both were reluctant to let someone completely in your heart. But this felt right, the comfort that you provided felt like something missing in his life. He wanted more of that, he wanted to take this dancing around these feelings, to the next level. You playfully roll your eyes at him. "You're horrible."

You don't dare to, not yet. It feels too dangerous, so instead you take his hands off your waist. "C'mon, we didn't get here to just float." You said, trying to change the subject.

"I'm not that bad, darling," he says quietly with a sly grin.

Darling.

He doesn't bother fighting back as you removes his hands, his eyes are still on you as he nods and agrees.

He starts to swim over to the shore on the other side of the lake. His body moves slowly and gracefully through the water, his arms making smooth movements and his legs following.

A soft splash from the water can be heard as he breaks the surface and takes in a deep breath of air, his eyes still on you.

And you just look at him while he swims. A goddamn work of art. And you curse yourself for not being able to let him in. Not just yet.

You make eye contact when he comes up for air again, and you go underwater too. The cold water feels refreshing against your skin, it makes you forget all your feelings for a moment.

Your swim is graceful, matching his in its elegance. You glide through the water like a dancer, your frame moving with ease and precision. His eyes track your movements carefully, admiring you with each movement. The water feels refreshing, the cold temperatures soothing some of his worries away. His eyes trail your body as you swim, his mind picturing you lying next to him in bed. He feels his heart beating faster as he feels himself drawn to you like gravity, each passing second growing the intensity of the feeling within him.

There the two of you go again, dancing around this invisible boundary again. You looks at him as if he is the most divine being you have ever seen. And in his eyes.. in his eyes you saw a future. So what was withholding you? What was holding you back?

His eyes linger on you as a light smile spreads on his lips. Your beauty is a work of art, your frame moving with such grace in the water. The two of you are so in-sync, in tune with one another.

You are what his life misses; you are what he needs. Your soft touches, your words of comfort, and your calming presence. His feelings for you have grown stronger in these few short days, and it is only getting stronger with every passing minute. Everything about this feels right with you, everything except a single word. Playing with fire. That is how it feels. A forbidden joy. Thrilling and exciting to do, yet it felt dangerous. You could feel your heart starting to beat faster, your knees getting weak whenever you looked at him. You made eye contact with him. "Maybe we should go back and make some lunch." You mutter meekly

His body reacts instantly when you make eye-contact with him. A thrill runs through his veins, his heart rate increases rapidly and he feels an almost overwhelming rush of emotion go through his entire body.

"Yes, I'm starving, and I'm sure you are too." His voice is slightly raspy due to the emotion he's feeling at the moment. The moment feels right, but Simon refrains from making a move. He still feels the barrier between the two of you, and he can sense that you do too.

The swim back to shore is quiet. A little too quiet. A perfect moment ruined because neither dared to cross the line. "I'll cook." You eventually break the silence. "Anything you fancy for lunch?" You take the large towel you had packed, wrapping it around yourself. The sun would dry you just fine. You swing the bag over your shoulder. Waiting for him.

"Hmmm..." He takes a moment to think about your question.

"Well..." Simon lets his voice trail off as he thinks, "Perhaps a nice, juicy steak with some mashed potatoes?" His mind wanders elsewhere for a split second as he imagines him and you sitting at a table and eating the meal you’ve prepared together.

He sighs as the moment together is interrupted yet again. You were so close, but so far away.

"That's quite the lunch." You laugh. "But sure."

"We need to do some grocery shopping later today. That fridge is getting more empty by the second." You add "And I can't have you starving." It’s a desperate attempt to fill in the awkward silence.

"Ah right, we'll need to make sure to do some shopping, the cupboards are looking bare." Simon answers, noticing your attempt at conversation but not calling you out on it.

He too finds that the silence between the two of you is getting more and more awkward. Together you had been so close to sharing a moment and it just fizzled out. This is driving Simon insane, it's like the universe is preventing him from having you for himself.

He lets out a small sigh, taking in the warm sun that now shines on his skin.

You get the hint, and you stay quiet for the rest of the walk back, not wanting to make it worse. You open the door to the cabin, before you set the bag back on the ground and you takes off your flipflops.

"Would you mind putting the towels in the laundry?" You asked, as you took off your towel and handed it to him, you put your shirt and shorts back on, it felt wrong to be in a bikini in front of him.

He takes the towel as offered and nods. Simon doesn't comment on the fact that you both feel awkward, that would only make the situation even more uncomfortable.

He heads over to the laundry and puts the towels inside of the washing machine. The sound of the water in the machine is comforting, and it drowns out the silence a little bit.

Simon returns to the cabin once he is done, trying to think of something, anything to say to you. But the silence is deafening.

You don’t dare to say something, worried you’ll say the wrong thing, at the wrong time.

It is awkward when you take the ingredients out of the fridge and you start to peel the potatoes.

You turn around when you hears Simon snicker. "Remember those clouds from yesterday?" Simon says. And it’s enough to make you laugh too. Of course. The clouds that looked like a penis and the ones that looked like balls.

His snicker, and the memories that it brings back, breaks the awkward silence that pervaded the cabin. Your laugh catches him off guard, as he laughs as well.

A small smile comes over his face, and just like that, all the awkwardness that hung in the air dissipates. You both share a look of gratitude to one another, the awkward silence replaced with a comfortable calm.

You have your ingredients displayed on the countertops, as you wait for the water for the potatoes to boil. The least you could do was give him some freshly cooked food.

Your hands rest on the countertop. "How would you like your steak?"

"Medium-rare if that's alright" Simon answers as he stands behind you, his presence causing your muscles to tighten.

He reaches over your shoulder, adjusting the stove's flame to his liking. The warmth of the fire and your closeness causes his heart to pound against his chest.

He's unsure what to do, he wants to kiss the back of your neck, to wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close. But he's fearful of what might happen if he makes the first move.

"Sure." You answer. "It’s your meal after all."

You freeze when he reaches over your shoulder to adjust the flame. You are met with his eyes when you turn around, essentially to send him away from the kitchen, but there is just something about those eyes that keep you still.

He looks down at you, his eyes looking straight into your soul, taking everything in.

The moment comes to a halt when you speaks once again, trying to put up a wall between you two once more. Simon feels his heart pounding hard with every beat, every minute the two spend together makes him fall for you even more.

His body is at its wit's end, he can't take it anymore. He has to know. He has to know if you feel the same way.

He has to know now.

You can feel yourself getting more and more nervous, you mind running overtime.

What if this would fuck up the friendship? What if he would realize how broken you really were? What if he would leave? What if Simon would go back to the stoic soldier you knew to be?

It was too risky.

A wave of courage runs through his body like lightning. He has to take the chance. His body can't take much more of this.

Simon moves his hands up toward your arms, his fingers finding their way behind your elbows and pulling you towards him. He wraps his arms around your waist, making sure to get you close enough to feel the pounding in his chest.

He bends down as much as he can, his face close to your neck. His lips inch closer and closer to your skin as he whispers his next words, "Do you feel it?"

Those words send a shiver down your spine.

Yes, yes you felt it, and it terrified you. You knew that once you crossed the line, there would be no going back. You couldn't go back to being just friends.

"I feel it."

Simon can hear your breathing speed up as you get closer and closer. Your heart is pounding the same as his, the feeling is mutual.

This was it.

He moves his head closer, slowly inching towards you. Your lips are a centimetre apart. Both of your eyes closed, waiting to seal your fate.

Your lips finally make contact. He pulls you closer and his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you into a long and deep kiss.

He tasted amazing, and your worries melt away. A feeling in your stomach that tells you everything will be okay.

Your hand moves to the back of his neck, before you pull away from the kiss.

"You're my favourite place."

Simon pulls you closer to him for a second kiss, before parting ways for air once again.

His smile is bigger than ever, he can't wipe the grin off his face. He feels every emotion at the same time. Joy, passion, love, confusion, and the need to hold you close.

"You're mine too."

The feeling of your kiss on his lips, your arms wrapped around his neck, and your warmth so close to him sends him into heaven. He feels content, everything wrong with the world is suddenly right again.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod mwii #cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #mw2 #fanfic #cod mw3 #call of duty mw3 #mw3 #cod mwiii #mwiii #modern warfare 3 #no angst #fluff #domestic #friends to lovers #friends to more #fanfics #fan fiction #fanfiction #cod fanfic #cod #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ao3 writer #ao3

[orangeinecstasy]

cherry cola, pt. one ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟcalum hood

paring: calum hood x clifford sister reader (fem implication)

summary: it's once again time for the yearly clifford beach house stay, but things are different. working on their new album the rest of the guys join, hoping the change in scenery will spark some inspiration. will the work get done? or will a forbidden romance blossom?

an: hey everyone! i wanted to try and do a series so here's the first part of seven. i'm up for taking requests for things you guys would want to see in it. lmk your thoughts! much love

cw: smoking, drinking, cursing, age gap, smut

wc: 750

Monday

The sun pours down on your skin as you pluck the cherry, garnishing your soda. Separating the firm sweet fruit from the stem. Biting into its flesh as you work the pit from its center. You always loved summer days like this. Lounging in a beach chair as freshly mixed cherry cola clouded your mind. Your summer bliss was quickly interrupted by your mother calling out your name. Dissipating your sickly sweet fog as you took your earbuds out. “What?” 

“Your brother and his friends are here,” she repeated, irritation lacing her voice. 

You bit back a smirk as you gathered your things, slipped on the t-shirt you used as a coverup, and making your way back to the house.

Every summer, your mom dragged you and your brother, Micheal, to the family beach house. Even when he had gone off to be in a band, she would always remind him to try and come back for our yearly trip. She wanted you to give you the chance to having a bonding experience despite him being eight years your senior.

Now you were nineteen, and the tradition continued. But, this time, it was different. His bandmates decided to tag along on the trip, saying that maybe the change of scenery would help them write the album they’d been working on for the past couple of months. Your mother easily folded into the idea. “Anything to help my boys!” as she would always say. 

When your mom told you the situation, you couldn’t help but smile, biting your cheek, trying to hide your reaction as your stomach twisted in on itself. That means you got to see him. Calum.

You’d known him your whole life, so many memories littered with him. When he would come over, strumming a guitar and mumbling lyrics to himself. Late nights spent talking when he would come home from tour, legs grazing each other innocently. Each time, causing a spark to shoot up your body and your cheeks to flush. As you’d gotten older, your attraction to him had only grown stronger. But you never pushed. You were young and in college, an average nobody. And well, he wasn’t. 

The bright pastel purple color that was so vibrant in your young memory was now faded, standing, and storms slowly eroding it from the wood. You mourned the color sightly as you made your way up the steps. Sliding the glass door open, you’re met with cool air and laughter as you enter the house. “Look who decided to join us,” your mom says, causing embarrassment to waft over you as everyone turns to look at you. 

Your eyes lock with his. His skin was tanner then you remember, eyes crinkling as he smiled. His buzzcut has grown out messily, but it’s cute, childlike almost. “Hey,” you wave shyly as if you haven’t known these people your whole life. 

“S’up, kiddo,” Micheal asks, ruffling your hair. You quickly smooth it back down, letting out a small groan of annoyance. “Nothing,” you mumble half-heartedly. You quickly greet the others with a soft hello and a smile before rutting through the fridge and finding another cherry coke. 

Everyone slowly departs from the kitchen, scattering to various concerns of the house. All but Calum. He lingers, hip leaning against the counter as his eyes rake up your legs, the shirt you were wearing barely covering anything. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t like it. 

His tongue darted between his lips before he spoke. “So this is the famous beach house I always heard about,” his arms are crossed over his chest, t-shirt straining against his chest and biceps. “Mhm, that it is.” You nod, opening your soda with a crack as you hop onto the counter. Cold granite sends a shiver up your spine. 

“You, uh,” you can hear the gears in his head turning as he selects the appropriate word. “You look good,” words are silky, but his body is so ridge, so scared to give in. His Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard, regretting his words as soon as he said them.

You bite your cheek to hide your smile, a metallic taste melting onto your tastebuds as you bite down harder. “Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself,” he chuckles, relaxing at your words.

There he is— peeling away his skin and bones and opening the deepest part of himself to dip back into the sticky sweetness he missed so desperately.

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[cupidjyu]

tropical romance flavor

juyeon x reader (request)

genre: summer date, fluff, flirting, shy juyeon but he also likes to kiss, inspired by scenes from the lip gloss mv notes: did i write this in class you tell me word count: 1.8k

It was fun to just live in the moment. Even when things were going horribly wrong, a person could always just enjoy.

But you weren’t the philosopher. You were the one who followed the philosophy. Or at least tried. It was hard to live in the moment when you were constantly bombarded by stress and demands that weighed down on you like a chunk of iron on your back. But hence, that didn’t mean you were completely alone.

“Whenever you’re ready,” A voice spoke, outside of the door.

You sighed, staring at yourself in the mirror. This was all Juyeon’s idea: a summer date where he would drive you to the beach because apparently, he had his driver's license now. He never told you until recently.

You had insisted there was no need–that the tension in your mind would eventually resolve itself. But he had urged you that he wanted to. Wanted to take you out and make you smile. And who were you to deny his sparkly eyes and cat-like grin?

With your beach attire on, as opposed to the work clothes you were constantly forced to wear early in the morning, you creaked the door open. Juyeon immediately looked up and you could feel your cheeks warm at his sheer expression. It was… so soft and loving as his gaze raked over you with kind eyes.

“What time will we get there?” You asked, your voice wobbling with embarrassment.

“Hm?” His eyes were completely elsewhere.

“Focus,” You grumbled, crossing your arms over yourself.

“Cannot,” He mumbled, stepping forward and hooking an arm around your waist. “Not when you look this beautiful.” If you peered any more closely, you could see that he was blushing. Simply at the sight of you.

“Don’t fawn over me like that,” You whined. “It’s embarrassing. You’ve seen me dress like this before.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t love how you look every time.” He smiled cheekily. His grip on your waist tightened as he tried to press his lips against yours, but with a click of your tongue, you pulled away. He pouted at your action.

“What time will we get to the beach?” You enunciated every syllable and raised an eyebrow. “Answer my question first, mister.”

“Five,” He muttered and before you could protest, he was pulling you in and against his warm lips. Breaking apart, he smiled. “I can kiss you now right?”

Shoving him shyly, you stepped away. “You already did.”

“Again?”

“No, you lunatic.” Your cheeks flushed. “Let’s go already.”

“But you’re so–”

“Lead the way,” You laughed bashfully, twisting away and pushing him to the door. “No more kissing.”

“But I love y–”

“No more!”

He still snuck in one more kiss and also a whisper of the word “pretty” before he opened the car door for you.

–

“Will you always be my biggest fan?” Juyeon called out, dribbling the basketball under his large hand.

“You have to prove it,” You replied back, sticking your tongue out playfully and sitting on the curb. He laughed and turned around, away from you, allowing you to privately ogle at him playing. The way his hair ruffled against the wind and how his tan skin glistened with ocean mist… you wondered just how handsome a man could be.

After getting the ball in a few times, he turned to you, smiling that adorable bright smile, his deep voice resonating with an attractive laugh.

“What do you think?” He tilted his head jokingly.

“Amazing.” You rolled your eyes but still smiled, allowing your chest to relax just at the sight of him. Maybe you did need this beach date.

“Then what about you?” He spoke, walking over to you. He held his hand out, waiting for you to take it. And then he led you to the basketball hoop and placed the ball in your hands. “Shoot.”

You scowled. “You know I’m perfectly good at this.” With a determined look, you turned to the hoop and threw the ball with all of your strength. Though it went far enough, your aim seemed to be off that day because it completely missed the white square.

He laughed fondly before picking up the ball.

And then he turned to you, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“This one’s for the love of my life,” He said.

You stifled a chuckle watching as he adorably glared at the hoop. Except, when he shot, the ball ended up much, much farther away. Instead, it went over and around, landing in one of the bushes.

He stared at you with a grimace.

“Juyeon,” You laughed. “What was that?”

Then he started panicking. “That– that was a mistake. You know I love you right? Even if I…” He trailed off with a guilty look. “...missed horribly.”

At this point, you had tears in your eyes from laughing so hard. You leaned against him, throwing your arms around his neck and hiding your face in his shoulder. His hands snaked around you, pulling you close.

“Of course.” You grinned. “I love you too.”

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Then he pulled away, gazing at you with so much affection.

“Thirsty?”

You smirked. “For you? Yes.”

He sputtered at that, his cheeks tinting pink. You loved to tease him.

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Now at the drink stand set up by the shore, there was a girl working there with a bright and kind smile. You leaned over the counter and ordered two drinks while Juyeon was behind you and… still embarrassed over his failed dedicated basketball shot.

You handed him his drink as you took a sip of yours and led him off to sit on one of the beaches. It was refreshing and strawberry-flavored, bright red in your hand.

Turning to him, you grinned. “Can I try yours?”

“Go ahead, anything for you,” He whispered. But what he didn’t expect, was for you to lean in and press your lips to his, even swiping your tongue against his bottom lip. He stared down at you in utter shock, his eyes adorably wide.

Licking your lips, you smiled innocently. “Delicious.”

He only stuttered, his gaze averting from yours. “You can’t just– do that.”

“I can do whatever I want,” You smugly replied. “I can do this,” You whispered before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “And this.” Another kiss on the other cheek.

He only stared at you in shock and mortification. “What are you doing?”

“Loving you.”

He sighed, biting the inside of his cheek as he held back a giddy smile. “I’ll make it up to you. Just you wait,” He grumbled. You only laughed fondly. His gaze traveled down to his straw which had somehow bent in an awkward way.

“I’ll get a new one,” He muttered, still avoiding your teasing gaze as he turned back to the drink stall.

It was silent after he had left. Well, up until you heard a laugh. Not from your boyfriend, but the girl working the stall.

When you turned around, you giggled at the sight. Juyeon was walking back from the stall, his cheeks flaming red and puffed from embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you tell me that I had—“ He winced. “Strawberry-flavored kiss marks on my cheeks? She laughed at me.”

You only laughed louder as you came to the realization that he hadn’t made a single effort to wipe the kiss marks off. Pulling him down to sit next to you, you rested your head on his shoulder with a fond smile.

“You’re so cute.”

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“This is just great,” He grumbled. The car humorously sputtered in response, refusing to start. You were lucky that it was now evening since you both were now completely stranded in the middle of the street, only the beach and ocean accompanying you.

Your eyes softened at his frown.

“Let’s go,” You whispered.

“Where?” There was a crease in between his eyebrows now.

“The beach.” You smiled. “That was the main attraction after all.”

“But we could have driven to a better spot,” He said.

“I don’t mind.” You grinned, already stepping out of the broken car. “As long as I’m with you.”

He stared at you in slight shock before flushing prettily. “Then say less.” He was practically jumping out of the driver’s seat and rushing over to you, intertwining his fingers with yours.

Now walking along the shoreline, the ocean water occasionally splashing across your feet, the two of you couldn’t stop staring and smiling at each other.

Under the moonlight, Juyeon looked positively charming. His hair was slightly messy from the breeze and his eyes were twinkling with the sparkles of the stars and also… love.

“Thank you for this,” You whispered, looking up at him with a soft smile. “For helping me to just live in the moment.”

“Every moment with you is worth it,” He replied, smiling back down at you. “I would throw away everything for you.”

“My god,” You laughed, hiding your face in his shoulder briefly. “So charming.”

“And you’re beautiful,” He muttered as a gentle hand came up to the side of your face to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “So beautiful.”

Your heart was practically thumping out of your chest. Tilting your chin up, you were about to connect lips with his, but the tide almost swept you off your feet. With a yelp, you panicked, only to feel Juyeon’s hands around your waist, steadying you.

And again, your heart thumped and thumped. His gaze fell to your lips and easily and calmly, like the ocean waves, he leaned in for a soft kiss. You immediately melted under his arms, your lips pulling up into a shy smile as he tilted his head slightly.

When he broke apart, you were laughing shyly.

“What are you doing?” You smiled.

He shook his head with amusement.

“Loving you.”

“Wow, that’s—“ But he was interrupting you with another kiss, this time a bit deeper—more passionate. His hands tightened but his grasp was always gentle. Looping your arms around his neck, you kissed him with the rising tide now reaching up to your knees.

“I think we should go home,” He spoke hurriedly, gazing at you with a fond look.

“Why?” You teased.

“So I can kiss you more,” He whispered.

“Then let’s go home,” You giggled.

—

“How do we get home exactly?” You laughed, eyeing the car that still refused to start.

He looked at you sheepishly. “I forgot about that.”

Pulling out his phone, he dialed a car mechanic to come and help. Meanwhile, the two of you would have to wait, completely stranded under the dim street lights.

He hung up and turned to you. And with that signature, cat-like smile, he walked you backwards until you were pinned against the car.

“Then I guess I’ll kiss you right here.”

“Juyeon—“ You stuttered.

“And right now,” He whispered, tilting your chin up with his hand. Giving up, you let him kiss you softly and gently until there was a honk from another car who needed to drive by.

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[fairyhaos]

seventeen as taylor swift songs

notes: guys. guys im not even a swiftie but ive listened to sooo many of her songs for this hc that i could literally Become one now if i wanted to

[this fic's spotify playlist]

masterlist

seungcheol

wildest dreams. it's kind of an incredibly, almost painfully romantic song. it's kind of a whirlwind romance song? while it's certainly a little hopeless, there's yearning there, and there's also so much vivid, vibrant love at the same time, a kind of possession, of protectiveness even so. it's seungcheol because of the desperate, helpless love it describes, a 'i couldn't help but fall for you' vibe that is so him.

jeonghan

style. the type of pretty boy x pretty girl energy this song exudes gives me delicate, gorgeous, jeonghan vibes. it's sweet, light, but it's also playful and so romantic that it makes your heart feel so full it might burst. it's something you can scream loudly, but also something you can hold close to your heart. the song is a silvery cream colour, reminding me of jeonghan

joshua

enchanted. i mean???? enchanted is The royal, romantic, sparkling, glittering song of all time. it's gentle and gentlemanly and yearning and hopeful and wonderful and so, so joshua coded it's actually insane. it's a type of strangers to friends to lovers that crescendos into a heart-melting happy ever after that takes your breath away. it's so joshua it makes me cry.

junhui

paper rings. it's so youthful, so bubbly, so young love in the way that only junhui can be the one to embody. it's sweet like junhui's smiles, endearing like junhui's laughs, bright and lovely like the way in which junhui would love with his entire heart. paper rings is so full of brightly orange coloured love, just like junhui is.

hoshi

22. this song talks about living your life to the fullest, no matter the age, for all time, as if every day is your last. it's about finding happiness in every situation, with the person you love the most in the entire world. it's a song that feels like bright, flashing lights, like warm drinks, like soft kisses. it feels like hoshi.

wonwoo

willow. the acoustic vibes of this song feel very wonwoo. there's a sort of undying, eternal love in the lyrics, an idea of always coming back to him, of forever finding endless comfort and wonder and new experiences while loving him. there's a certain domesticity to this song, and honestly the best way to describe it really is eternal love, constant love, comfortable and thrilling and warm all at once.

woozi

jump then fall. honestly, it took me a while to find one for woozi, but then i discovered this song and it fit him perfectly. it's devastatingly soft, so gentle and caring, just like woozi is. it doesn't have any sudden realisations of love, but rather a slow, soft kind of falling in love, an innate understanding of how one feels, and that is just so, so woozi to me.

minghao

all too well. the romantic, elegant, velvet feeling to this song embodies minghao very, very well. it's almost wistful in its love, like remembering a wonderful memory, like making sure that you remember the best times of your life without any animosity, any hatred. it's of real love, of cherishing, gentle and nostalgic and minghao all the way.

mingyu

daylight. it's a little youthful, hopeful, bright, like mingyu. the song just exudes so much "happy ever after" vibes, at the end of a perfect romantic novel, and that's so mingyu. it's the epilogue song, heart filled with warm love, his smiles as sweet and gentle as the chorus of the song. it's hopeful, optimistic, beautiful.

dokyeom

cruel summer. okay first of all—the high notes?? the pretty little voice tremble thingies?? it's so pretty dokyeom voice coded. but also, apart from that, it's such a sweet sounding song, young and happy and and hopeful and devastatingly him. it's yearning and endearing at the same time, full of every emotion in the world, just like he is.

seungkwan

shake it off. it's a citrusy brightly fun song, with lilac undertones and this is gonna sound really really weird but that instantly made me think of seungkwan. it's full of positivity, of bouncing back, of not giving up and and not caring what anyone else thinks. of being the life of the party, of making other people happy, and that is the most seungkwan thing in the whole world.

vernon

we are never ever getting back together. lyrics aside, there's a lot of feel-good energy in this song which feels so vernon. honestly lots of taylor's old songs feel like they can match him a lot, because there's so much young energy, feeling a little like a boundless puppy, and i don't know. the self-assurance, the brightness, the pure pop, light feeling is something that just fits vernon.

chan

red. perhaps an unexpected one, but hear me out, this one is so, so, chan-coded, i promise you. it's like an old love, a sad, wistful love. but a wistful love of a romance that was anything but that: of a romance that had been full of the scent of leather and love and living. that's what chan is, i think. red feels very, very much like loving chan.

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[morelikeravenbore]

✨ Ominis Gaunt headcanons

This lovely anon (as well as a few others) asked if I'd consider writing my Sebastian Alphabets for our favourite Slytherin Heir, but as a girlie whose brain space is 99% dedicated to Sebastian Sallow and like, 1% dedicated to, I dunno, survival and stuff, I struggled lol. Instead, I'm here to offer you some of my personal Omnom headcanons based on how I write him as a seventh year in How to Make a Villain, post fifth-year events.

(trigger warning: he's sassy and traumatised because that's just how I imagine him.)

Enjoy under the cut! (SFW!)

✨ He's a Cancer sun, Libra rising, Capricorn moon.

Cancer sun: Hard outer shell, soft squishy middle; deeply emotional but retreats into his hidey hole when triggered, emotions shift as often as the moon phases; cares deeply.

Libra rising: refined, pretty, physically attractive, charismatic; focused on justice and fairness, right and wrong; drawn to refined pleasures: art, music, fine food and clothing.

Capricorn moon: practical, rigid, dutiful, committed; craves stability; can appear cold and unfeeling on the surface, prone to pessimism; does not take shortcuts, does not look for the easy way out.

✨ He plays piano. (Duh, that's practically considered canon by now). Without sight, music is how this li'l Libra rising bebe appreciates and creates beauty.

✨ Being a member of high pureblood society, he is fluent in French. As a child, he spent his summers in southern France with his family, who own a manor in by the ocean. (Later, after he befriended the Sallow twins, he spent his summers in Feldcroft instead.)

✨ It was fearless little Anne Sallow who reached out to Ominis in their first year, and thus Anne, not Sebastian, was the first friend Ominis ever made. This friendship signified a profound change in his life: he never expected to make a real friend, let alone have anyone show him the kindness, tolerance and companionship that Anne did. His friendship with Sebastian, though a by-product of his closeness with Anne, grew more slowly, but by the time their first year was over, the three were inseparable. His friendship with the Sallow's gave Ominis the first sense of belonging in his life.

✨ Due to his deep-seated abandonment and trust issues, the damage to his friendship with Sebastian after the events of fifth year are near irreversible; worse than Solomon's murder was the loss of Anne, which Ominis blamed solely on her brother. But beneath this resentment toward Sebastian, buried so deeply he never fully acknowledged it to himself, was a festering anger towards Anne for leaving him. She was the first person he ever loved (platonically or otherwise, it's up to you), and though he understood her reasons for leaving, her absence felt like another abandonment. It was easier to project this anger Sebastian than ever admit that he was angry at Anne, too.

✨ To keep Sebastian out of Azkaban after Solomon's murder, Ominis had to call upon his family for help. In exchange for their covering up the incident, he was forced to pledge his allegiance to furthering the Gaunt legacy. Thus, he gave up his dreams of freedom and living as his own person. He'd always harboured a secret desire to pursue music, perhaps study abroad in France, but instead had to promise to fulfil his "familial obligations" to the Gaunt's by marrying a woman of their choosing and working in whatever influencial Ministry role they assigned him.

✨ Romance. Given how cruel his family is, Ominis vows to never fall in love. The idea of condemning someone he actually cares about to the Gaunt name and legacy is unbearable — he'd sooner enter into a loveless, arranged marriage than inflict that sort of pain onto another innocent person. That's not to say he won't ever fall in love, but it would take a very, very special person to capture his attention and break through the many (many) defensive walls he's put in place around his heart.

And here's a little snippet of Sebastian and Ominis' dynamic in How to Make a Villain, which you can read on wattpad or ao3 if you like :)

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[guess-my-next-obsession]

Hi!! I love elementary!!❤️ I have an idea for a Drabble if you don’t mind but no pressure!! I was thinking about a scene where Joel and Sarah and perhaps Tommy too help Joel go ring shopping for reader 🥰 thank you!!

The Perfect Fit

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel x f!reader (Elementary-verse)

rating: F (just some engagement ring shopping cuteness with Joel and Sarah

wc: <500

series masterlist | joel masterlist

“No, no, no—“ Sarah shook her head and kissed her teeth as he father pointed out some gaudy ring with a heart-shaped stone as the focal point. “Do you look at that and seriously think of her? An elementary school teacher? Who’s favorite thing to do beside read Victorian era romance novels is to sit at home with us and devour a pizza? Come on, dad, be realistic.”

“My god—“ Joel chuckled at his daughters harsh but correct rejection. “You ain’t holdin’ anythin’ back today, are you? I’m startin’ to think I’ll never find a ring that satisfies you.”

“Dad, you’re paying thousands and thousands of dollars for this one piece of jewelry that she will wear until she dies,” she spoke plainly, as if she had no time for funny business. “It has to be perfect. Not for me or for anyone else—for her.”

“Well,” he sighed and kissed his teeth. “I don’t have an eye for all this like you.”

“Just—“ she sighed, attempting to remain patient with her father but they’d been at this for days now, going to countless ring shops to try and find the right one. She’d pointed out so many along the way that could be a good fit, but Joel felt too uncertain about all of them, claiming they weren’t good enough to deserve a spot on her finger. “What do you think of when you think of her?”

“Summer,” he replied, a soft smile growing on his face as her image appeared in his mind. He always imagines her backlit, the summer sun behind her giving her a halo of golden light. “Gold, I guess.”

“See, that’s good!” Sarah patted his back before walking him away from the silver engagement rings and over to some gold ones. “What else?”

“I don’t know, she’s…soft. Subtle, but stands out in any room—maybe that’s just me always lookin’ for her,” he spoke with a soft flush, chuckling at himself.

“So, maybe a round stone—oval, even?” Sarah walked him over to some more rounded cuts of diamonds rather than the square, princess cut ones they’d been looking at. “Now this…this is her.”

“You know what,” he chuckled, looking into the glass display. “I think you’re right. This…is her. That one in particular—“ He pointed to a gold ring with an oval stone in the center, two smaller diamonds on either side of it, spaced out on the band. “I like that one a lot.”

“You know what? So do I,” Sarah beamed, meeting her father’s eye. The pair grinned at each other for a beat before Joel sucked in a deep breath.

“I think you did it,” he announced.

“No, I just guided you,” she reminded. “She’s gonna love it, dad.”

“For three thousand bucks? I sure hope so.”

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[sitp-recs]

Hello, I was wondering if you could have any friends to lovers drarry fic rec for me? I enjoy slow burn with a kind and soft Draco (where he isn’t a bully) or one where draco stood for the light side of the war (so preferably during the war). I just want want to see Draco have a strong friendship with the golden trio, really! (I don't mind if the romance is a subplot. I just want a focus on Draco)

(I quite literally watched Harry Potter with my sister thinking Draco was going to have a hell of a redemption arc and was sorely disappointed... So here I am seeking for comfort fics)

Anyways thanks in advance!

Hi anon! I feel you, Draco’s redemption arc was poorly done and so frustrating :( I hope you’ll enjoy these as they combine slow burn, friends to lovers and redeemed Draco. Some are told from Harry’s pov and while Draco’s not always soft I think his characterization will be right up your alley. You might also enjoy GallaPlacidia’s Draco, her fics were taken down but you can find them here. Finally, I have also added my personal favorites redemption arc as a separate category, highly recommend them. Enjoy!

Friends to lovers slow burn:

Vortex by @xanthippe74 (T, 20k)

The idea of perfectly-matched soulmates feels more like a curse than a blessing to Draco. Who would want a soulmate who was a schoolyard bully, a Death Eater, and a convicted felon? Certainly not Harry Potter. And Draco is determined to take this secret to the grave.

Nice Things by aideomai (M, 22k)

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

Moldova's Magical Tea by @aibidil (E, 32k)

Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and—to everyone’s surprise—Draco Malfoy are opening a magical tea shop to revive wizarding tea culture and, hopefully, to bring the community together after the war. Harry, who is unemployed and trying to find his way in post-war society, wants to help his friends with their new business—but that means spending a lot of time around Malfoy.

Open For Repairs by @drarrytrash (M, 35k)

After the war, Draco works at a tv repair shop and Harry breaks things.

Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 (T, 38k)

Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends. Maybe a summer outdoors is just what a former hero needs to bring some zest back into his life.

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love by @aibidil (E, 80k)

In which a group of wizards' rights activists goes on the offensive after a prohibition against love potions, forcing the magical world to confront the horror of magic's role in sexual assault and the murky legal nature of consent. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco are swept together to solve the case, and in the process they're made to confront their own love and lust—with and without potions.

At Your Service by Faith Wood (E, 95k)

Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There's only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl (M, 114k)

Professor Malfoy's world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

My favorites - Redemption arc:

And Save Me From Bloody Men by @blamebrampton (T, 10k)

Draco Malfoy once watched others fighting to stop the world falling apart. This time, he's not just watching.

Slithering by astolat (E, 27k)

Draco found the nest down in the Manor’s cellars, while he was clearing them out.

Heal Thyself by astolat (T, 47k)

"Are you going for the course?" Lovegood asked. "You have the NEWTs.” “What course?” Draco said, then, “No, don’t be ridiculous,” when he realized she meant the notice pinned up on the board he’d been staring at: Applicants To The Introductory Mediwizard Course For The Coming Term Shall Present Themselves In The Chief Mediwizard’s Office By August 24th.

A Young Radical's Guide to Love by @blamebrampton (T, 66k)

Memories of the war are still fresh, which is all the excuse Decent People need to do appalling things. In this quietly waged conflict, Draco Malfoy is happy to be on the right side of things for once, and even happier to find he’s not alone.

A Thousand Beautiful Things by geoviki (M, 104k)

Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend.

Changing Tides by carpemermaid (E, 109k)

Draco has spent half of his life spouting the things his father has taught him without much thought about how he feels about what he says. When he unexpectedly comes face to face with the Dark Lord, he grapples with the harsh realities of the world and struggles with his changing views on life.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

By the Grace by lettered (T, 140k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

Eclipse by Mijan (T, 287k)

Draco swore his revenge on Harry for Lucius's imprisonment, and Harry all but laughed at him. But Draco is planning more than schoolyard pranks this time. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. It's the perfect plan, guaranteeing revenge, power, and prestige, all in one blow. But when Draco's world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins, and the battle will take them both through hell and back. If they come back.

Twist of Fate by Oakstone730 (T, 302k)

Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness.

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