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Hitch Fest 4 Returns to Southern Utah, Courtesy of Red Carpet Cinema and FMASU
FOUR CLASSIC FILMS FROM THE MASTER OF THE SUSPENSE PRESENTED ON THE BIG SCREEN!
The generous and undeniably passionate folks at Red Carpet Cinema love film in general with every fiber of their being but they have a special fondness for the classics and anyone whose been to one of their events has felt that love firsthand. Over the course of the last few years, the team behind a handful of…
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#Alfred Hitchcock#classics#Film and Media Alliance of Southern Utah#film festival#FMASU#Hitch Fest 4#movie marathon#Number 17#Red Carpet Cinema#Suspicion#The Electric Theater#The Farmer&039;s Wife#Vertigo
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𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 | 𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊
☁︎ oscar piastri x female reader
☁︎ oscar is experiencing thanksgiving with your family for the first time….and boy is it crazy
☁︎ no warnings just fluff and maybe a tad overwhelmed oscar lol
☁︎ i can’t believe october is starting to come to an end, these little fall fics have been making me so happy, i think ill do another one in december too to get ready for christmas 🤭 p.s thanksgiving in canada is beginning of october in contrast to the USA which is end of november in case you’re confused :)
Thanksgiving was a little chaotic in your family, when everyone gathered together and all sat down for the annual fall meal, only this year it was your boyfriend Oscar’s first time attending it with you. He knew you got your vibrant and extroverted personality from your parents, but now that he looks back on it, he’s pretty sure your entire family played a part in it.
“Oscar when do you and my little sunshine plan on having children hmm?” your grandma asked, causing you to choke on your water
“Nana!”
Oscar laughed patting your back gently to help with your coughing
“I think whenever the time is right, we’re in no rush”
“Well you’re only getting older!”
You shook your head at the old woman’s antics your mother stepping in before you
“Mom, leave these two alone, they’re both still in their early twenties, no babies for them, eat your turkey”
“Never too early to have a baby, such nonsense!”
Leaning over to Oscar you looked at him apologetically
“I’m sorry, she’s very persistent”
He only smiled, kissing your forehead as he squeezed your knee under the table
“I don’t mind at all, it’ll happen someday anyway”
The two of you may have been young but you both knew that you were endgame for each other, there was no one else on earth more perfect for either of you, and everyone was starting to see that.
“So Oscar, i’ve been watching your season, looks pretty good this year”
It was your father’s time to chime in, Oscar nodding as he gave your father 100% of his attention.
“Yes, it’s been going really well, the car feels good this year, so i’m looking forward to finishing the next few races and then having some time off” he replied, a bit hesitantly as he always did with your dad
“That’s good to hear, I’d love to come see a race sometime”
You smiled
“You should come to Las Vegas with us dad! You and mom have been wanting to go back there so why not?”
In hindsight you should have asked Oscar first if he was okay with this, but knowing him, he wouldn’t mind at all. He loved spending time with your family as much as you did with his.
“Oh that’s a great idea honey, i’m sure we can figure something out!”
The rest of dinner went off without a hitch, calm conversation and laughter shared between everyone, you could already feel the classic thanksgiving hangover hitting you as you lounged on the couch tucked into Oscar’s side, your eyes heavy and tired.
“NO YOU JUST SLAPPED ME WITH ANOTHER PICK UP UP 4 IM GONNA KILL YOU!!!”
Oscar laughed hearing your little cousins playing uno in the other room as you rolled your eyes. If anyone was the loudest on these holidays it was the kiddos.
“YEAH WELL YOU JUST SUCK AT THE GAME THEN!”
It wasn’t long before your aunt went in there and told them off, quiet chatter resuming after the mini scream fest over the classical card game had ensued. Truth be told you were nervous for Oscar to experience thanksgiving with your family because you weren’t always put together and fancy, you were loud and energetic, your family loved playing games, having treasure hunts and playing games of charades.
You knew deep down it wouldn’t everyone’s cup of tea but Oscar wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d never felt more comfortable and at home like he did with you when you visited your family. It made him feel normal and accepted, he didn’t have to worry about the media, the race track or the constant murmurs going around the paddock.
“How was your first thanksgiving experience love?”
He smiled down at you, his finger tips running up and down your back
“I loved it, really it was so much, I can’t wait to keep experiencing this craziness with you”
“Oscar loves the thanksgiving craziness…never thought i’d say that”
The Aussie laughed leaning down to kiss you
“Well now I get to experience a different craziness from yours everyday”
“Hey!”
You frowned jokingly but he was quick to once again bring his lips to yours, deepening the kiss enough to have your face flush, thankfully your family too enamoured in their own activities to notice your little display of affection.
“I love you and all your craziness darling, it’s what makes you, you.” he stated softly, taking his time to admire you
“I love you more.”
Oscar had all he needed right in front of him, he’d never felt more welcomed and appreciated than he did right now, curled up on the couch at your parents house after a delicious dinner, something he would continue to be apart of for years…and years to come.
#rueswrites#ruesanswers#ruesanons<3#ruesasks#oscar piastri x y/n#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri fluff#oscar piastri drabble#formula 1 masterlist#formula 1 fanfiction#formula 1 fanfic#oscar piastri f1#f1 drabble#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine
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Sweet dreams
February Filth Fest : Day Two
Song Mingi x gn reader
a/n: glasses mingi go brrrrrbrrrr . this is pretty self-indulgent and soft cause i just wanna smooch him all over and call him a princess. i also 1000% went overboard again, atp i need some self control classes or smth
" Were you having sweet dreams? I know that you were..."
(>ᴗ•)genre:
smut, p w/o plot
ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:
not edited, somnophilia, sub mingi, blow job, lots of kisses, unprotected (don't do that), dumbification, pet names(primarily babe, princess, mama(😫🤭🤯)), creampie, slight teasing, they are WHIPPED for each other, short intro because i couldn't think of anything 😭, not a lot of actual somnophilia-it just gets the ball rolling
tags: @cherryxsang
SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI
Your sleep is disrupted around 4 in the morning. You awaken with a feeling that you can't quite place. Usually when you wake up, it's because your boyfriend had got up. But Mingi's arm is still slumped over your waist. His leg is still hiked up on your hip and keeping you close.
And something is poking your backside. That feeling you couldn't place was him- calling out to you even in his sleep.
"Mingi?" You hold his hand in yours and wiggle his finger to see is he's away. When you drop it, it falls right back to your stomach. He hums in his sleep, nuzzling his head into your back and settling with a sigh.
Slowly, methodically, so as not to wake him, you unravel from him and dip under the covers.
--
His mind stirs him out of his pleasant dream with urgency. His mind is foggy, all he knows is that his cock feels so good. Feels so good, too good to be a figment of his imagination.
His arm stretches out to your side of the bed to find it empty and cold. He grabs his glasses from the bedside table in a hurry and blinks rapidly. "Babe?"
You hum around him, bobbing your head under the cover of thee blanket. He whines, pushing himself up and leaning on his hands. "What are you doing?" You pull off him with a lewd pop that makes him twitch. You push the cover off of you and smirk as you see his state.
His glasses are half-way crooked, his hair is a messy, and his shirtless stomach is rising and falling with his shallow breaths. "I'm sorry," you draw , "were you having sweet dreams?" His brows crease in confusion before the dream that he was awoke from floods his mind. "I know that you were..." You trail your fingers up and down his thighs, watching the goosebumps form in the dim moonlight. "You were all over me, Mingi. Got me all hot and bothered, too."
He leans his head back as you give a gentle lick to the tip of his cock. "What was your dream about?" He gasps out, laughing as you languidly stroke him.
"You know what it was about, don't play stupid." You look up at him with doe eyes, urging him to continue. "It was about you, Babe. It always is. It was...we were-"
"Oh, come on, Princess." His breath hitches in his throat, and he moves down to rely on his elbow to keep him up as his hands shake. "Tell me about it... maybe we can recreate it." You throw a quick wink at him and hold back a laugh as he starts blushing.
"...You want to?"
"I want to. Don't you?" You twirl your pointed tongue around his tip, smiling as he completely falls back. "Tell me about it." You demand firmer this time, rubbing your thumbs in circles on his hip. He stares up at the ceiling, reveling in your touch. "Mingi, Baby." You call out, crawling above him.
His hands immediately find their way to your back and pull you flat against him. "Please don't tease me, m'so needy." He kisses your neck over and over, holding your head next to his as you laugh. "Babe!" He whines, slapping your shoulder gently.
"Just tell me and I'll make your dream come true..." You lift your hips away as he tries to grind into you.
"Fine, fine. In my dream... it was us... just like always." He holds onto your hands tightly as you hold them on either side of his head. "It was just us. Like how we always are. It wasn't anything special, I love things the way we do them. I love you so much, I love the way you fuck me, I love the way you kiss me, I love the way you take care of me, I lo-" You cut him off with a passion-fueled kiss, gently locking your lips together. He moans into it as you lower yourself back down and your warmth spreads around his aching cock.
You cup his face in your hands and maneuver him around as your kisses spread out from his lips to his cheeks and to his forehead and over his acne scars and on every inch of skin that his glasses don't get in the way of. "Babe," he groans out, hands wandering down to the round of your ass. He gives it a squeeze which makes you grind down hard on him, his pre-cum smearing between the two of you. "Please," he whines into your lips as you catch them once again. "Give it to me good."
You don't even bother to prep yourself, sliding down on him and moaning into his mouth. "Oh, fuck," you cry into his chest as you sink onto him fully. He fucks you so good every-time and he's not even doing anything. The way his cock sits inside of you, the way he gets dumb as you clench around him, the sound he makes- it's all more than enough. "My boy," you coo as you begin grinding your hips. He grips onto your ass with bruising force, whimpering as your walls flutter around him. "My Princess, aren't you? My pillow princess that just likes getting fucked, huh?"
"Yeah! Love it, love it so much!" He tilts his head back and lets you leave a million short kisses to his skin, his breaths become shallow as he gets worked up. "Love it, Mama," he stutters out, "feels so good!"
"Yeah? As good as your dream?"
"Yes! Just as good- it's better! S'better," he grabs at your shoulders and pulls you down, holding onto you as he begs for kisses silently, staring at your lips as you ride him. You kiss the corner of his lips and pull away with a smirk. "Why," he cries, hands dropping to grab the bedsheet and ground himself as you behind rolling your hips in a circle. "Mama, please kiss m- fuck! Good, so good, do-don't stop- God!" He yells loudly as you lick over his nipple, nearly ripping the sheets with the force he drives his nails into them.
"My dumb Princess," you kiss his nipple light as a father, making him shiver, "you're close?" He nods, sucking in a bit of spit that threatens to drool over his lips as he leans his head to the side. "You want to cum inside of me?" His gut tightens as you speak, hands leaving the bed in favor of squeezing your thighs and digging his nails into your flesh. "You don't? Is that what you said? I didn't hear." You tease him, bracing yourself with your hands on his chest as you move faster.
"No- yes! Yes, I want to! Please, Mama, please! Want to- wan- I wanna cum inside you, please let- let me, please!" You tilt your hips to position him just right and pleasure yourself on him, knowing he'll be coming undone soon. "Ga- good God, fuck!"
"So good," you praise, kissing around his face with every time your hips collide. His glasses begin to fog from your hot breaths and he whines as it blocks his view. He all but slaps them off himself and holds your face close to his the next time you go to kiss him.
"Wanna see you," he pleads, grinding his hips up to meet yours as he gets closer to his release. "Wanna-" he stutters as you lock you eyes with him, "I wanna-" his own moans and scrambled brain work against him, cutting him off before he can form a full sentence.
"My dumb Princess," you laugh, licking his lips quickly, "can't even think right when I fuck you. I'm that good?"
"So good," he purrs, keeping your face still in his hands as he returns the favor: licking and sucking on your lips. "The best, Mama. Treat me so good. Fuck, oh my God! I love you, love you so much." He speaks quickly through his attack on your lips, growing whinier and stupider with every second which passes.
You push him to his limit and hold him there as you quickly catch up. The two of you share a broken moan as you cum together, holding each other close as you're overcome with pleasure that could only be provided by each other. The only sounds now are the night birds and your heavy, shaking breaths.
You slump down onto him, head on his shoulder and look up at him. You lift a shaking hand and rub your thumb over his cheek, "so good for me... My Princess."
"My Mama."
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On Behance, two presentations of scrapped marketing materials possibly for 2022 were found. These were made by Andrés Restrepo, a creative copywriter based in Colombia. Here are some of the details.
Links: 1, 2
Slides 1-4. My Little Pony x Amazon Alexa. It seems like you would have been able to have Zipp on your Amazon Alexa acting as a guide to Equestria. Kids could travel with Zipp and even help her get through challenges by doing physical actions and saying certain phrases.
Slides 5-8. "Make Your Own Cutie Mark" would have been an Instagram challenge where users could create their own cutie marks and share them under the hashtag #cutiemark. Throughout five days, a cutie mark based on an element would be shared daily by the official mylittlepony Instagram account. After the five days were done, cutie mark designs shared under the hashtag would then be shared in Instagram stories. The elements and their days were:
Monday - Hope
Tuesday - Creativity
Wednesday - Bravery
Thursday - Confidence
Friday - Kindness.
Slides 9-10. Over on Pinterest, now that you have your own cutie mark, you would have been able to show off what you think your room would look like in Equestria by using Pinterest boards. Pre-existing boards of the different locations in Equestria would be available to look at for inspiration.
Now that users have cutie marks and have done the other challenges shown, TikTok was possibly going to be used to create new trends for users to participate in.
Below is the second presentation that was posted.
Slides 2-3. These are about a concept where online users can participate in sports related challenges on TikTok and Instagram. Those who completed their challenges would be able to join a screening of new (possibly My Little Pony: Make Your Mark) episodes as long as they also presented their medal in a Liverpool store in Mexico to buy a toy. Each pony of the mane 5 would have a challenge.
Pipp - Soccer tricks
Zipp - Jump rope for a set amount of time
Sunny - Get baskets in a pony costume on a basketball court
Hitch - Create a dance routine to "The Dance of the Pony"
Izzy - Create a medal using your own cutie mark
Slides 4-6. There could have been another challenge for TikTok called the "Pony Walk Challenge". Influencers would be chosen to spread the challenge and encourage users to participate by creating TikToks. Participants would have to dress up in one of the five fashion styles given: rock, pop, modern, classic, and mix.
The influencers would then choose the best dressed for each style. The five winners would have gotten a chance to go to Liverpool Fashion Fest Mexico.
Slides 7-9. It seems like we could have gotten another podcast similar to the "My Little Pony: The Podcast" called "Doubts in Equestria by Sunny." This one would have been hosted by Sunny.
Each episode would have focused on day-to-day situations children and parents may deal with, offering solutions and lessons to reflect on. Based on the images, it seems like the podcast could have gone on in 2022 alongside the "My Little Pony: The Podcast" podcast.
#mlp#mlp g5#my little pony#sunny starscout#hitch trailblazer#izzy moonbow#pipp petals#zipp storm#my little pony make your mark#behance#marketing#presentation
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2023.10.09
Complete fics posted on AO3 this day
1. Darling by @mypissedoffsandwich [E, 2k] *typo
►“Hello Gorgeous,” Draco greeted, lightly stroking a hand along the emerald lace adorning Harry's ribcage.
2. Making It Up As We Go by @jtimu [M, 5k]
►Years after the war, Draco Malfoy works in the International Portkey Terminal, living a life of people-watching and paperwork. Around the same time, Harry Potter starts getting sent on work travel. A lot of work travel.
3. mockingbird by velkalopsia [?, 4k]
►Teddy Lupin loves his godfather, Harry Potter - his godfather's boyfriend? Not so much.
4. The Moon, The Messenger by words_wording [T, 3k]
►One night, out on the countryside, seventeen-year-old Harry, who is on the run, takes some time to think. His boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, who is not on the run, does the same.
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Fest/Exchange
1. The Doe Between Us by Anonymous [G, 11k]
►Draco's teaching career is taking off alongside his friendship with Harry Potter. The rain that had endured all of summer time turns to snow as the winter solstice comes nearer, and the two of them spend a few chilly nights in the Forbidden Forest.
★ HP Drizzle Fest 2023 | @hpdrizzle
2. Peacocks of the Bride(groom) by Anonymous [T, 7k]
►The Big Day is here! Draco and Harry are finally getting hitched. Will the wedding be a smashing success or will peacock-induced chaos ensue? (It’s the latter, for sure)
★ Unleashed! Fest 2023 | @unleashed-fest
3. show me how you like it by @emeryhall & @hihimissamericanbi [E, 14k] *typo
►[...] Harry is bored. Draco is a brat. Maybe they should settle their rivalry through a wanking contest using McGonagall's handy dandy Pensieve.
★ HP Kinktober 2023 | @hpkinktober
4. Thunderstruck by Anonymous [E, 8k]
►Professional Quidditch players Malfoy and Potter have been at each other’s throats since they became teammates. When things get ugly during a thunderstorm, their captain is so fed up she’s ready to kick them off the team if they don’t solve their differences, by any means possible. There’s really only one way this can end, right?
★ HP Drizzle Fest 2023 | @hpdrizzle
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HP FESTS: DramioneFanfictionWriters (Part 7)
Dramione Valentines 2023:
Flowery Confessions by Oftendisenchanted - G, one-shot - Narcissa insists Draco accompany her on a trip to the florists.A conversation ensues.
brb. by ellieauthor - M, WIP - An ominous message from a boy Hermione doesn't want to hear from generally, let alone on Valentine's day, leaves her scrambling for an alibi.There's only one other person who is usually on campus at this hour.And it's just her luck, he's already online.//or: a Dramione AOL Instant Messenger fic
See where it goes by Kaarina_Riddle - G, one-shot - Hogwarts has returned after the battle of Hogwarts and begun with a Pen Pal program. Hermione signs up and finds out she has a lot in common with hers and begins to fall for them. How will she react when they meet face to face
Like a Moth to a Flame by anne_ammons - M, WIP -
Objectively, she could list his redeeming qualities. They’d been around each other enough for Hermione to know that Draco Malfoy had changed. On the positive side of the ledger — he was smart, decent with a wand, and even she could admit he wasn’t bad looking. Though certain things might have changed, however, he still was Draco Malfoy, replete with all the pompousness and righteousness which made her regularly want to throttle him.
The Runaways by rattlebag - T, one-shot - Draco and Hermione get hitched… but is this the wedding they really want?
Natural 20 in Theory by iftreescouldspeak - T, one-shot - When Draco asked her if she’d be interested in a new game, he sounded so excited that she couldn’t help but to say yes. He smiled at her so brilliantly, it made her melt.
Where Flowers Bloom by iftreescouldspeak - not rated, one-shot - “Mistletoe,” she observed. “Still a bit leftover from Christmas. Have someone you’re planning to pull under it?” She teased to ease the tension, to cut through the sharpness of his stare. He looked away.“I surmount difficulties,” he murmured.
The One Where Draco Moves Hermione's Stuff by iftreescouldspeak - G, one-shot - no summary
Yours, Inevitably by ChaosAndCrumpets - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy is Hermione Granger's soulmate.Allegedly.
Draco Malfoy: Dungeon Master by ChaosAndCrumpets - M, one-shot - A thorough analysis of a conversation overheard at the bar of The Leaky Cauldron between one Hermione Jean Granger and one Luna Pandora Elizabeth Constance Chrysanthemum Lovegood led Draco to the establishment of the following facts:1. Hermione Jean Granger was looking for something called a D.M
2. There were a number of possibilities for interpretation of this acronym (one of which was rather dizzily Draco Malfoy). The most likely of these, after much research and consideration of the context of the conversation, was Dungeon Master.
3. A Dungeon Master (according to a response received to a hastily dispatched owl from a Muggleborn Theo had once had sexual relations with) was responsible for the dictation of play in a Muggle game known as Dungeons and Dragons. This was an RPG (Role Playing Game) in which participants were subject to the whims of the D.M
4. Dungeons and Dragons was, after much investigation and a fair amount of educated guesswork, in all likelihood, a Muggle subset of the BDSM (Bondage, Dominance, Submission, Masochism) community.
A Diverting Distraction by Oftendisenchanted - E, one-shot - Twenty-five minutes.Twenty-five agonising, unendurable minutes.That’s how long Draco had been forced to sit by and watch as McLaggan salivated all over his witch, hands drifting far too close to her thighs for his liking. In fact, if the wanker tried brushing his palm up her leg again, then Draco was determined to remove the offending appendage… permanently.
So You Think You Want A Marriage Law? by iwasbotwp - T, WIP - There'd been marriage laws before and Hermione knew it was only a matter of time before someone in power decided there should be one again. Instead of waiting for it to happen and hoping she could either fight it or somehow end up with the person she wanted, she'd use her knowledge to her advantage. She'd write the law herself and get it passed before they could.
Old Books, Ink, and Spearmint Toothpaste by EvergreenTuesdays - T, one-shot - In which Draco defects to the OrderThis is part II of a short story trilogy I wrote for the DFW Valentine Exchange Fest 💝 Each story can be read individually as a stand-alone, or out of order, but will have more depth together as a trio 💖
Lavender, Fresh Laundry, and Milk Breath by EvergreenTuesdays - G, one-shot - In which Draco plans a romantic Valentine’s date for his wifeThis is part III of a short story trilogy I wrote for the DFW Valentine Exchange Fest 💝 Each story can be read individually as a stand-alone, or out of order, but will have more depth together as a trio 💖
Freshly Mown Grass and New Parchment by EvergreenTuesdays - M, one-shot - In which we find out what the Amortentia potion really smelled like to Hermione.This is part I of a short story trilogy I wrote for the DFW Valentine Exchange Fest 💝 Each story can be read individually as a stand-alone, or out of order, but will have more depth together as a trio 💖
Unlikely Assassins by Astrangefan - E, one-shot - Mental health in the Wizarding World was as taboo as Voldemort's name used to be. Those who physically survived the Second Wizard War were often at loose ends afterwards. They turned to anything that would help them cope their undiagnosed PTSD. Potions, alcohol, even muggle drugs.Hermione and Draco get caught up in a web of organized crime, drugs and blackmail when all they want to do is figure out how not to get killed in the process.Theo Nott is the means to their success, but a what cost?The Natural Born Killers meet Breaking Bad meet Thelma and Louise Dramione you didn't know you needed!
The Battle of the Taviton Street Flat by Somandalicious - E, one-shot - After being placed together by a Flatshare agency, Hermione's plan to get under Draco's skin backfires. Or does it?
Be Mine by Fawkes_in_sox - T, one-shot - Hermione has the perfect plan to cut ties with Ron, but it's riddled with unintended consequences.
With Shaking Hands: A Marriage Law by Ceilidhchaos - M, one-shot - A Marriage Law Ficlet for Valentines! Happy V-day EvergreenTuesdays!
Our Last Valentines Day by Ceilidhchaos - M, one-shot - Elderly and terminally ill Hermione Granger-Malfoy spends one last Valentines Day with her husband, Draco.
Puh-sgetti and other catastrophes by Miamii - T, one-shot - Lyra wants to set up a date for her dad. But things go very wrong.
"It's Like Rain On Your Wedding Day" by Astrangefan - G, one-shot - Hermione loves the rain. Draco not so much. But he'll brave it for her.
Valentine's Day: A History by Astrangefan - G, one-shot - “What? That’s it? Straight from murdering a priest to candy hearts and flowers? That’s quite a jump."orDraco learns the origins of Valentine's Day
a use for sorrow by ellieauthor - T, one-shot - “No apology?” he asks as the door closes behind her.She doesn’t hear him, but it doesn’t matter. It’s just a joke.People don’t apologize to Draco Malfoy.//Or:While Hermione drinks, Draco falls in love.
pick your poison by ellieauthor - E, one-shot - “Welcome to the Apothecary, home of the magic latte. Pick your poison.”“Oh…” The boy looks perplexed. “A magic latte, I guess?”“We only have drip coffee.”“Then why would you offer a latte?”She runs a hand through her already ragged curls. “Because the campus administration has decided that the indignity of labor in the midst of a collapsing world is not enough humiliation on its own.”“What?”She grabs a cup, fills it, and then shoves it into his hands. “Because my boss is a giant dick. Have a magical day.”//or:A valentine's fic for anyone who's ever worked a shitty customer service job, had a shitty manager, or vibed a litttttttle too hard to lucy dacus.
Crookshanks? More like Cockblockshanks by iwasbotwp - E, one-shot - Draco has a clear goal in mind. But Crookshanks always seems to be there to ruin it. Except the one time when maybe he isn't going to.
First Flight by Fawkes_in_sox - M, one-shot - Draco and Hermione fly the muggle way to reach their holiday destination. It goes about as well as one might expect.
Teddy Bear by Miamii - M, one-shot - Sometimes it takes meddling friends and a rough night to see what's right in front of you.
The Currency of Gossip by rattlebag - G, one-shot - Hogwarts, renowned school of Witchcraft and Wizardry; no matter how famous, how lauded, how magical it is, no matter what wars have shaken its foundations, or battles have dented its halls, it remains, at its core, a boarding school. Consequently, it still runs on the same energy, the same waves, the same currency, as any other: gossip.or: the fic where everyone tries to work out who Hermione Granger is married to
Nefarious Intent by slytherindiaries - E, one-shot - Draco gets a Valentine from Cupid himself, but gifts aren't always what they seem.
The Best Way to Get Over Someone… by slytherindiaries - E, one-shot -...is to fuck Draco Malfoy against his office door.Or however the saying goes.
The Obvious Choice by slytherindiaries - T, one-shot - Hermione wins a free Valentines holiday for two at the Ministry gala and has to figure out who to take with her...while all of her friends are busy conspiring against her.
The Business of Bribery by LiloLilyAnn - T, one-shot - "Are you asking me to be your Valentine, Granger?""No, I'm not. This is a bribe actually."*****Hermione has a need.Draco has a big mouth.Why put a cupcake in it when his foot is so much better?
Now I Got Closure by Abraxas52 - T, one-shot - Hello All! This fic crept into my heart in such a big way and every moment stays with me. For those that may or may not connect the dots, this is giving HEAVY Ross and Rachel in Central perk vibes. <3 Honestly, this fic really became what it is because of my dearest collaborator EvergreenTuesdays. She helps me bring the passion in the best way!To my good friend, quicknotesquim, I hope you thoroughly enjoy this lil moment in time between our two favorite star crossed lovers.
A Taboo of Gardenias by Abraxas52 - G, one-shot - Hey Everyone!
This prompts was so much fun to write and has a bit of an innocent tone to it. Just three friends in the Gryffindor common room hanging out until madness ensues! My dear HufflepuffMommy, I hope you enjoy lil read! <3A big thank you to EverygreenTuesdays for your help on this lil package of cuteness. Exploring the magic is always fun when your around.
I missed you! by Miamii - M, one-shot - Hermione is gone for a month to travel for work. Once she returns her two boys are eager to claim her.
Valentines Over the Top by Miamii - G, one-shot - Draco wants to impress the most impressive witch he knows and the only way he can think of doing so, is by using muggle technology to organise his Valentine surprises. Only he asked the wrong people for help.
The one where Draco moves Hermione's Stuff by Miamii - T, one-shot - Draco just wanted to help and go on a nice lunch with his girlfriend.
Little did he know that Potter had so many opinions about that.The heading really says it all, if you have watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Reference to the F.R.I.E.N.D.S. episode where Chandler moves Monicas stuff, written for the DFW Dramione Valentines 2023
This fest is ongoing.
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February Filth Fest - Day 4
Post Date: 4th February 2023
Pairing: San x GN!Reader
Content: Smut - Public Sex/ Feminisation
WC: 508
TW?: Car sex in on a public street/ Dom!Reader/ Sub!San/ Oral (M Recieving)/ Cum Eating
February Filth Fest Masterlist Prompt list
Waiting patiently for San, you're scrolling through your socials in your car, jumping out of your skin when you hear the car door opening, coming back to your senses when you realise it's your beautiful partner, San.
Dressed in a crop top, and a high waist skirt that barely covers the lace top of his stockings, sitting on his mid-thigh.
"You look amazing, baby," You almost squeal, trying to contain how turned on you really are at the sight of him, and amazing is an understated compliment.
You want nothing more than to wrap your mouth around his pretty cock, watch his pretty face screw up in pleasure and make him cum over his skirt.
"Get in the back seat, baby. The party can wait, let me show you how good you look in your outfit," You say in an almost whisper, almost ordering him but he couldn't get out of the front to the back quick enough.
The look you have on your face is hard not to get excited for.
"Fuck baby, you smell good too," You almost growl, watching his eyes follow your every move, breath hitching when you reach under his skirt, lifting up towards his stomach so you could let him see what you're going to do.
Your hand wraps around his already hardened cock, taking into your hand, you flick your tongue on the tip, making him whimper at the first contact.
You're lucky it's late and dark outside, only San being visible to anyone walking past the car whilst you're hidden in the footwell, making it impossible for San to try and keep a straight face.
You know you shouldn't especially outside of his place but you wouldn't be able to wait until after the party.
"You're so hot baby," You whisper, watching how blown out his eyes are, fists clenching as he grips the skirt tightly to try and contain himself as your tongue swipes up his shaft.
"Everyone's going to be looking at you at the party," Another lick.
"Seeing how hot you are in a skirt, stockings and crop top," Another lick and San groans.
"I wouldn't be able to cope throughout the night," Lick.
"You're too hot to handle," You gasp, taking him into your mouth fully as he pants at a quickened pace, the feeling of his cock being inside of your warm and wet mouth makes his mind race.
He's rendered speechless from your reaction to him, unable to think straight when you suck his cock, your head bopping up and down, the quickened tension just urges him to cum sooner than he expected.
"Fuck~" He groans lightly, almost singing when his tip hits the back of your throat, almost ripping his skirt from how hard he's pulling on it.
It was like he's never experienced this before with how quickly you make him cum, swallowing most of it before reaching up to kiss him, sharing fluids with him as he hums lightheadedly into the kiss.
"Now we can go to the party," You smirk.
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Thank you so much for tagging me @artsyunderstudy, @hushed-chorus, @larkral, @j-nipper-95, @blackberrysummerblog, @imagineacoolusername - I loved all of the lovely WIPs you shared!
I've finally finished the last chapter of Hiding, which is in the capable hands of my lovely beta. Here's a snippet from chapter 4:
It’s taken me a bit of trial and error to figure out what turns Simon on and keeps him turned on. That it’s the begging, receiving praise and giving away control and that ever so subtle edge of pain that makes his eyes go glassy and his breath hitch in his throat before I coax a splendid orgasm out of him, his body going tense and back arched, and it’s such a sight to behold watching him fall apart under me. He cries sometimes, afterwards. It scared me at first, because I thought I had hurt him or traumatised him, but he kind of explained that it feels so good to be able to let go; that he feels like an exposed nerve afterwards, but he feels safe enough to show me.
And since I'm done with Hiding and I haven't signed up for any drarry fests (*waving at my drarry block*), I think it's time I finally finish Once upon a time, since I started it two years ago (embarrassing, I know...)
Here's what I have so far for chapter 3 (Baz's POV):
I blink a few times, wondering if I heard him correctly.
“You defeated the Humdrum?” I ask, because the whole idea is so absurd that I start to wonder whether he’s pulling my leg. “It—it can’t be possible. We still can’t use magic in our northern territories, and there was a dragon attack in Bath last month.”
His fingers reach for his curls, tugging at them mercilessly as a droplet of water trickles down his naked chest. It distracts me for a moment, the breath-taking sight of his bare skin, the sprinkle of freckles on his shoulders and the perfect dip of his belly button. There are a myriad of moles and scars scattered on his skin, and I wish I could touch them all with the very tip of my fingers. I would be so careful and gentle with him, like no one has ever been before. I know he’s had a rough life, but he’s going to be my husband in a month. I will promise to love him in sickness and in health. I’ve already made that promise to myself, but this time I will do in front of him, pouring all my magic into it.
Tagging (apologies if you have already done it and I missed it): @avenueofesc, @bubble-gumhead, @pato-roldnart, @crazybutgood, @cutestkilla, @facewithoutheart, @martsonmars, @thewholelemon, @peachpety, @letraspal, @tea-brigade, @dalooch, @ebbpettier and anyone else who fancies sharing a WIP of any kind.
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Rated General Audiences - 1k - Gen
Part 4 of the series It All Leads Up To Something…
Summary: Lydia's doing everything she can to make sure Scott's wedding goes off without a hitch.
Written for the 2023 Teen Wolf Alternate Universe Fest @twaufest
Key Tag: Human AU
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Raw Skin And Frazzled Nerves - Allison Kerry/Valak
A/N: 6/6 for week 4 of @the-slasher-files Blood Fest. Finished at last. The proper ones should be up within a week or so.
Allison’s breath hitches in her throat when Valak frees her from the trap. She’s inches from the floor when Valak’s arms catch her and she cries out weakly at the press of sharp nails against raw skin, her eyes closing even as she rests her head against Valak’s shoulder, sobbing weakly.
She’s passed out by the time Valak brings her to safety, demonic eyes softening to a gentle golden hue as she wraps both burnt hand, the raw skin there dragging a mewl from Allison even as she wraps her hand tenderly, and ripped skin at her ribs. She’s still weakly sobbing as she sleeps and Valak softens her touch as much as possible, hating the cry as Allison wakes at her attention on her ribs and broken, raw, skin.
“Shhh, little dove. Shhh, my sweet.”
Valak’s murmur softens Allison’s fear as she finally sleeps, Valak tucking a blanket tenderly over the girl.
“Rest now, my precious one, you’ll be alright.”
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I posted 600 times in 2022
25 posts created (4%)
575 posts reblogged (96%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@flowerfan2
@kedreeva
@steverogersnotebook
@pterawaters
@dietraumerei
I tagged 221 of my posts in 2022
#ofmd - 40 posts
#our flag means death - 37 posts
#patrick brewer - 22 posts
#david rose - 22 posts
#david x patrick - 22 posts
#schitt's creek - 21 posts
#dan levy - 19 posts
#schitt's creek fic - 16 posts
#reblog - 14 posts
#noah reid - 13 posts
Longest Tag: 103 characters
#i didn’t even realize this post was from a darren fan but my mind went instantly to darren’s italy film
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
My friend @sunlightsymphony has made a beautiful podfic of Lonesome Road - it’s a joy to listen to. This angsty Zimbits fic with a happy ending is one of my favorites. I wrote it for the Heartbreak Fest in 2017, so please note the tags/tw. Enjoy the podfic, it’s amazing!
Summary: After rehab, Jack leaves home, unable to face his parents and the legacy he failed to uphold. He gets work as a truck driver and enjoys the relative solitude of it for a few years, until the day he picks up a hitch-hiking runaway from Georgia.
22 notes - Posted May 22, 2022
#4
I’m not sure if anyone is still following me for SC content, but my new story is now posting on A03! Chapter 1 is here - I’ll be posting every other day or so, and will post again on Tumblr when it is complete. You can read the first story in the series here: One Night in Milwaukee. Please reblog and spread the love, and thank you for reading!
Summary: Patrick is hiding something from David, and if he’s being honest, David’s hiding something too. It’s making them both miserable. When Marcy asks them to go to the Brewers’ house in Florida as a favor, David agrees. Maybe a week in the sunshine will help them find their way back to each other.
22 notes - Posted February 8, 2022
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Lighthouse Tavern
I couldn’t help myself - here’s my take on the inevitable Ed/Stede post-Season 1 reunion. Read on A03 here. And please reblog and spread the love!
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It’s a slow night in the bar. Ed occupies himself drying glasses and giving the ever-sticky counter another half-hearted swipe. He wishes the group of increasingly drunk regulars in the back would leave already, so that he could go home and be done with his day. Although he’ll just have to get up the next morning and do the same thing over again, so it really doesn’t make much difference.
It’s been almost two years since he was shipwrecked off the coast of this small Caribbean island north of Barbados. Ed’s bar is a simple place, not infamous like Spanish Jackie’s, but appreciated by the fishermen who stop by to forget their troubles. He doesn’t water the liquor - much - and he doesn’t try to give advice. He just serves drinks.
Ed doesn’t see many of the people he used to know. Izzy disappeared after the shipwreck, and most of the crew members that survived didn’t want anything to do with Ed. It was just as well, Ed had realized quickly, because he didn’t have to try to be anything anymore - not what Izzy wanted, not what Stede’s crew wanted, nothing. He could just be Ed, a guy who wanted to run a bar.
Of course that was a joke too. Running a bar wasn’t particularly interesting, or fun. Not by himself.
He limps out from behind the bar and begins wiping down the tables, hoping that the group in the back will take the hint. His knee is hurting more than usual tonight. He had banged it up good during the shipwreck, turning what was already a bum knee into a permanent problem. Even more reason to close up and get home before the wind picks up.
Finally the last patrons leave, the least wrecked of them tossing a tip on the table and giving Ed a sloppy wave goodbye. Ed picks up the coins and their beer glasses, retreating behind the bar once more to close out the till.
After he finishes, he quickly glances around to be sure no one else is hiding in a side booth or passed out under a table, and then withdraws a teacup from a hidden cabinet. It is a dainty thing, adorned with faded pink roses on the outside and a thin gold band along the rim. Ed sets it in front of him on the counter as he makes the tea, then adds a small amount of sugar and raises the cup to his lips, holding his pinky finger out just so as he had seen Stede do.
Ed doesn’t hate himself anymore, not like he used to. His anger at himself and at Stede has long burned out, in the months after he learned of Stede’s death. He likes to think this nightly ritual is an appropriate way of honoring Stede’s memory, one that his friend would have appreciated.
He’s not sure that Stede would approve of the Lighthouse Tavern. It’s got crooked floors and mismatched bar stools and a distinct lack of fine fabrics. Ed’s place is a far cry from the place they had laughed about, Blackbeard’s Bar and Grill with its delicacies and gift shop. Ed couldn’t bear to name it that, and anyway, Blackbeard is long gone. But this place is safe, and it’s his, and Ed can at least live out his days here without engaging in yet more violence and mayhem. If it isn’t exactly what his heart desires, well, he had his chance, and he let it get away from him.
Ed used to wonder why Stede didn’t show up that night, whether he had pushed too hard, or whether Stede decided that the neutered version of Blackbeard that Ed had become wasn’t interesting enough for him. When he was being honest with himself, he knew it wasn’t the latter. In their last conversation on the beach, Stede was happy, Ed was sure of it. Ed knew Stede wasn’t lying when he said that Ed made him happy.
If Stede had then simply gotten scared, scared of committing to a new life with Ed as his unexpected, socially unacceptable partner, well, Ed could understand that. He could forgive it, even, and he had, although not soon enough.
He still can’t help think about what he might have done instead of fleeing to the <i>Revenge</i> and letting the kraken emerge. He might have gone to look for Stede, figured out where he had gone. What would have happened if he had shown up at Stede’s house? Would Mary have invited him in for a cup of tea, served in delicate china trimmed in gold? Would Stede have sat outside with him as the stars came out, explaining what had gone wrong? Would Ed have been able to change his mind about giving up a life with him?
In his long list of regrets, that’s the one that tops them all - that he didn’t go after Stede.
Shaking his head, he finishes his tea and gives the cup a wash, then sets it carefully inside the cabinet. He doesn’t even have a proper saucer to go with it, or a teaspoon. But it’s enough to give him a taste of the pageantry that Stede so sweetly taught him. He smiles, remembering the light and mischief he loved in Stede’s eyes.
Ed is startled by the sound of the door, and curses to himself as he realizes that he forgot to lock it closed. He quickly checks to make sure his gun is within reach as Jim enters and strides over to the bar.
Jim had shown up here six months ago, mad as hell at Ed until Ed happened to mention that he had a lead on where Jim could find Oluwande and the rest of the pirates Ed had left stranded on a tiny island. The fact that Jim hasn’t yet stabbed Ed gives Ed some reassurance that his lead panned out.
“Something to drink, mate?” Ed asks, already placing a heavy whiskey glass on the counter. Jim is soaked through from the rain battering down outside, and Ed is tempted to offer a mug of hot chocolate instead. But Jim might still try to kill him, and he’s not inclined to make nice just yet.
Jim sets their hat down on the counter and nods towards a bottle. “That’ll do.” They drink down the liquid and lean back, fixing Ed with a steady gaze.
“Any luck?”
They both know what Ed is talking about.
“Yup.” A smile flashes quickly across Jim’s face, hidden almost before Ed can see it.
He doesn’t press. He doesn’t need to know where Olu is now, or the details of Jim’s life with him. But he’s glad that they found each other. They didn’t deserve to be caught in the wake of Ed’s self-loathing.
Jim finishes their drink but doesn’t leave, and the hairs on the back of Ed’s neck bristle.
“You still living in that little shithole house on the cliff?” Jim asks.
“Fucking rude.” At least with Jim he doesn’t have to try to interpret any passive aggression. Just pure aggression. “And yes.” The moment stretches, and Jim just stares at him, then lets their gaze wander to the door. “Something else you wanted to say?”
Jim appears to consider this for a long moment, then shakes their head. “No.” They put their hat back on, nod curtly at Ed, and leave, their long coat still dripping rainwater.
Ed sighs. He’s not surprised - never thought that Jim could be a friend, not after everything he did. Okay, maybe he’s a little disappointed that they didn’t at least stay for a few more minutes. But being alone is nothing new. He’s used to it.
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My #1 post of 2022
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.
Gloria Steinem
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Annual Writing Self-Evaluation
thank you to Miia @larrydoinglaundry and Stef @solvetheminourdreams for tagging me ❤️ I finally finished writing the scene i told myself I’d get done today, so here we are :)
1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 5
2. Word count posted for the year: 148,875
3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction ;)
4. Pairings: Harry Styles/ Louis Tomlinson
5. Stories with the most:
-Kudos: never doubt i love
-Bookmarks: never doubt i love
-Comments: never doubt i love
More under the cut <3
6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):
the stars are smiling, definitely. Because I struggled with it so much and had to ask for an extension for the fest and it took a lot of time and rewriting to get it to where it is. But I did it, somehow, and I love how it turned out, and the love I’ve received for it has been unexplainable.
7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):
Uhmm… maybe… I dont knowww. I cant choose a least favorite okok. Probably falling in love (with you).
8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:
ooh. this is a hard one.
is it bad to say anyone who has ever said that one of my fics made them cry? idk, I just feel like it takes depth to make someone cry, especially with fanfic, so I always take that as a compliment.
I also vividly remember this being the very first long-ish comment that I ever got, so this one might not be a favorite but it meant a lot to me this year:
Ahhhh where do I start?
There are so many things I loved about this fic. I love the pace, the setting and the characters. I loved the way HL complemented each other but yet they fit in. I loved the lil Ziam side plot and I loved the way you presented H's marriage.
This is such a good fic. It's got everything I love: teacher Louis, footie Louis, good family and friends dynamic, a good back story, solid arguments and just the perfect amount of angst.
It's like you read my mind or something.
Loved it so much! Can't wait to read more from you.
9. A time when writing was really, really hard:
oof. you mean other than all of the time?
This summer, I think. I was really busy over the summer which wasn’t really a bad thing but it did limit the time I had to write which wasn’t fun.
10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:
I definitely didn’t expect to write a vampire fic this year. So... the entirety of Thrill You Tonight, lmao.
11. A favorite excerpt from your writing:
Ooh.
I actually still really like the scene in the summary of NDIL, but since the summary is the end of this scene, I’ll give you the part right before it:
“Can I ask you something?”
Harry moves closer. “Anything.”
“How - um,” Louis stops, taking a breath and composing himself for second. “How were you so sure? Like, after the… the divorce, how were you sure that you might want to see someone again?” Harry tenses as Louis adds, “Why aren’t you scared that it’ll end the same way?”
The ringing in Louis’ ears returns as Harry’s chest rises and falls with slow breaths, clearly trying to think of something to say. His own fists are clenching and releasing in anticipation, and the longer the silence goes on, the more anxious he becomes, unable to focus on anything other than the man in front of him.
When Harry finally responds, Louis’ breath noticeably hitches.
“I am scared,” Harry says calmly. “For sure. Relationships are… you’re right, they’re scary. Love is scary.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s dangerous. Risky. But… it’s brave, and it’s life. That’s what makes us human. We just have to trust that things might turn out okay, and if they don’t, then we have the power to pick ourselves back up again.” He swallows, fiddling with the hem of his jumper, and his voice is strangled when he says, “And I know that this time, it’ll be on my timetable, and that I’m not going to let anyone tell me how to live my life. You know who made me realize that?”
Louis stops breathing when he whispers, “Me?” and Harry nods to confirm, humming. “Does that mean…” he starts, pausing to rephrase. “Are you saying I’m not human? Because I’ve never trusted that things might be okay?”
“No,” Harry answers definitively. “I’m saying that you’re afraid of living. Life isn’t life without the good moments and the bad moments. If you’re always running away from the bad moments, then you aren’t living.”
12. How did you grow as a writer this year:
Hm. I think this year I learned how to have more patience with myself. I learned that the best work doesn’t always come in the first draft and that reworking characters and rewriting scenes does not mean that my writing isn’t good or that the finished product will be as messy.
13. How do you hope to grow next year:
I…. Hope I continue to write all year long. That isn’t really “growing” but there were definitely times this year where i went months without writing, and i could tell that it took a toll on my overall creativity.
14. Who has been your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):
All the friends I’ve made! I cannot possibly choose one, but @larrydoinglaundry has been the best person ever to talk to, both inside and outside of fandom and fanfic❤️ And of course @princelyharry who always inspires me to keep writing. Crazy to think I met both of you this year, and pixie only a couple months ago.
15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:
Gonna steal stef’s answer for this one:
hahahahah
16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers?
This is not really wisdom but it is something that Miia and I talked about a lot this year:
just write! This is fanfiction; it doesn’t need to be perfect! I know it can be hard to go easy on ourselves but once in a while I think everyone could use the reminder that we do this in our free time, for free, for ourselves to have a creative outlet. Write good things, write bad things, write short things and long things, write whatever the fuck you want because at the end of that day, it’s for you and no one else.
17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:
Ofc Pixie and I’s two fics, a Valentine’s Day fic (or two) and some other fun things that I’ll keep a secret for now ;)
18. Tag someone who’s answers you’d like to read:
Have no clue who has done this and who hasnt but I love reading these so:
@princelyharry @neondiamond @larry-hiatus @dontworrylouis @hershelsue @beelou @narrylover @pirouettefrappelatte @thebreadvansstuff @parmahamlarrie @cowboylarries @greenblueish @larryyouknow
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We hope you’ve enjoyed the ninth week of fics from the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Every weekend, we’re compiling all of the fics from that week into one roundup post so they’re easy to find for anyone looking to catch up on fics they missed. Enjoy these amazing fics and give them the love they deserve!
You and I 'till the day we die
A fic by Allmylovelarrie on AO3 | flightlesslarri on Twitter
10k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post
Prompt 124: A fic inspired by Groupie Love by Lana Del Rey, where Harry is a Rockstar and Louis is his cute little boyfriend who tries to hide himself in the middle of the crowd. (Preferably set in the 80s)
Give So Much (Not Enough)
A fic by skinsuk on AO3 | @wifeylouis on Tumblr
24k | Mature | Louis/Harry, Louis/Alex, Harry/Tess | Tumblr post | Twitter post
“For my little lion,” Louis slid the smoothie bowl in front of Oscar, letting him dig in with his little hands. “And for daddy.”
He didn’t process the bowl in front of him, the push across the table causing a raspberry to roll off and fall on his lap, because Louis calling himself mummy may make him feel all sorts of mushy emotions, but Louis addressing Harry as daddy was suddenly having a very different effect on him. Since when did Louis saying daddy out loud render him speechless?
“Daddy’s still sleepy, but we’re up bright and early right Ossie?” Louis’ cooing shook him out of his daze. The man coughed, picking the raspberry off his lap and swallowing it with unintentional, and very unnecessary, eye contact with Louis. “Well, is it better than your protein smoothies and why?”
Harry chuckled, spooning another heap of the strawberry banana goodness into his mouth, “Way better sweetheart.”
A friends to lovers au with tons of mama Louis and domesticity.
New York's Beauty
A fic by nocontrol_lou on AO3 | @saxophone17 on Tumblr | nocontrol_louis on Twitter
5k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post
Prompt 104: AU where Harry is an alpha wolf and Louis is a hybrid kitten. They were roommates. While they were arguing about something stupid, Harry wanted to bend Louis over the kitchen table and knot him right there. He slowly accepted his feelings and extreme desire for Louis, so he started to tease the hybrid until he would beg Harry to fuck him. They fall in love.
Louis needs to feel comfortable with the camera so Harry fucks him until he is blushing and calm and gentle.
feeling borrowed, always blue
A fic by falsegoodnight on AO3 | @falsegoodnight on Tumblr | falsegoodnight on Twitter
67k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post
Louis’ own heartbeat picks up, eyes widening right as Dr. Zoyansky hits a button and the unsteady pattern of thumps echoes into the room. His breathing hitches, eyes watering as the rhythm seeps into his insides and reverberates in his mind. A heartbeat.
He doesn’t register the tears at first, eyes fixed to the screen and vision blurring.
The situation seems insane. Here he is, twenty-four years old, sitting in the examination chair and listening to the heartbeat of his future child, clutching the worn material of his changing gown with pale fingers, one of which is weighed down by a gaudy engagement ring.
And most noticeably - he’s entirely alone. It’s just him in the room with his doctor, experiencing one of the most groundbreaking, life-changing moments of his entire life and he’s all alone.
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Or, Louis has been dreaming of his wedding since he was young - he just never expected that it was going to happen like this.
Hamartia
A fic by tomlinvelvet on AO3 | @tomlinvelvetfics on Tumblr
66k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post
Eight years is a long time for Louis to mend his heart back and erase every lingering, stubborn memory of his ex-lover, Harry Styles. But when news of the war being over spreads across the world like wildfire, and he stumbles upon the alpha he vowed himself to never see ever again, he realises that not even a lifetime will be enough for him to pick up the scattered, broken parts of his soul. He's far from expecting the alpha he loved to struggle the same way.
All the ointments in the world might never soothe the pain out, but it doesn't take long for both of them to come to the conclusion that, maybe, the only medicine to their heartbreaks are what caused them in the first place.
moonlit sky over gentle waters
A fic by stardustx on AO3 | stardxstlwt on Twitter
11k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post
"The King of the Pirates! Captain Harry Styles! The one who conquered the seven seas!" Louis boasts, sarcasm drips from his tone, mocking him.
The bar is clean, but he still scrubs just as fervently, his brows furrows and a small pout forms on those pink lips Harry desperately wants to kiss. He looks down, dubiously, at the address in his hand.
“Every lass and lad dreams of bedding a pirate like you.” Louis huffs, gazes up at him with a despondant look that reminds him of a grumpy kitten.
Silence fills the space as Harry mulls over his words. He finally looks up at Louis, blinking slowly. “Do they really?”
"You're an idiot."
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OR Harry left his hometown to sail the seven seas and returns seven years later, yearning for something — or rather, someone — that he isn't sure he can have.
Short and Sweet
A fic by 5ft9 on AO3 | cinnamouroll on Twitter
29k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post
Louis is a shy university student in a world scarce of male omegas. He's always dreamt of having an alpha despite his sheltered upbringing, fantasizing about being loved and cared for. He's immediately smitten by the mysterious alpha with curly hair, broad shoulders, and the addictive coffee scent.
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A fic by thedeathchamber on AO3 | @louehvolution on Tumblr
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Prompt 445: A historical AU where Louis is working as a servant on a farm. The family that owns the farm is exceedingly cruel to him and he is often exhausted and in pain from his work. A mysterious stranger boards at the farm and is very intrigued by Louis, but Louis doubts his interest in genuine. Any pairing fine.
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Lover Fest West! Here we come!
July 25 (all of 3 of us): Section FL8, Row 8, Seats 22-24
July 26 @becauseoftswift @swiftthisway: Section 304, Row 5, Seats 12-13
July 26 @bcaring503: Section FL16, Row 4, Seat 14
Top of the trailer (left to right): @bcaring503 (took a selfie with Taylor at the butterfly mural) @becauseoftswift (never met Taylor)
On the hitch, then truck: @swiftthisway (met Taylor 10/22/17)
It wasn’t the one she wanted …
July 25 & July 26 @pharmaswift @nola-swiftie: Pit 1 (7/25) & Pit 2 (7/26); They’ve never met Taylor!
July 25 @deana-perfectlygooodheart: FL9, Row 9, Seat 17; Never met Taylor!
Right to left, on the purple trailer: @pharmaswift @nola-swiftie @deana-perfectlygooodheart
There will be no further explanation, but I’d marry you with paper rings!
July 25 & July 26 @alibcook: Section 238, Row 13, Seats 8 & 9 + cousin and friends (July 25); FL 13, Row 3, Seats 2, 3, & 4 (July 26); They have never met Taylor!
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There goes @taylorswift taking on The Man, and helping her Swifties fly!
Left Butterfly: @mcranch4 - July 26, Section C244, Row 7, Seats 15-17
Right Butterfly: @ileftanote - July 25, Section FL17, Row 16, Seat 17-18
(Neither butterfly has met Taylor!)
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For the 007 Fest Anon prompts: Magical realism
Scav hunt item #55: Create art using a prompt from the MI6Cafe Weekly Art Prompts + “Mayday”
Notes: Unbetaed as always. Canon typical violence.
"Mayday, mayday, mayday-!"
The city is caught in a deluge when he arrives.
Traffic is backed up for miles, vehicle after vehicle trapped in complete frustrating gridlock.
He's walked the two miles to his destination, leaving behind an irate cab driver with a generous tip for his trouble.
Along the way, a young nymph looking to be no more than 10 summers old, offers a flower garland weaved of fresh white Heather from the shelter of a narrow porch. He eyes the fresh cut hanging over the front door.
He purchases two, to the girl's cheery delight.
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“We've lost three engines! Requesting immediate vectors to the nearest airfield! Mayday, mayday, mayday! Shit, Number 4's go-"
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One mile in, he stumbles across a heavily flooded street.
Earsplittingly loud lighting cracks overhead, an occasional flash that lights the street up.
The flood waters are ice cold. With the water level at thigh height, his wellies do nothing to keep them from gushing around his equally frozen feet. He resigns himself to a hot bath later.
Here, no cars are able to pass through at all.
Despite the hazards, there are people out and about in front of their buildings. There are merchants desperately hauling their merchandise to higher ground, attempting to salvage what they can from the havoc. Some are putting up brightly coloured banners and decorative displays. At every door, a stalk of white Heather hangs, children gleefully arranging whole seashells in intriguing patterns around them.
The mood, though dampened by the terrible weather, borders on festive.
There are neighbours exchanging sweet breads, a friendly trade of roasted poultry, a shared fish or two in covered dishes to shield the food from the downpour.
Their joy is a distant consideration in comparison to his inner disquiet.
An elderly man catches sight of him standing and staring openly at the activities. He glances down to his hand, to the two Heather garlands cradled protectively. The old man tuts reprovingly and wades through the waters towards him.
"Shells," the old man tuts as he offers two perfect clam shells, canine tail wagging, "Intention means nothing without it."
He crosses the street, with his gifts in hand.
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"Mayday, mayday, mayday! We've lost all four engines- Christ, we're not going to make it back to land-!"
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He hears the adolescents well before he sees them.
In a deserted street, dull with old street lamps and filthy storefronts, the hooded teens giggle with cruel delight as they rip down fabric banners and shatter the crystal glass figurines of various marine creatures. The lovely shells and stalks of white Heather meet the same dismal fate.
Amidst their destruction, one of the teens happens to look up, forked tongue flickering out to taste the wind. Their eyes drop to his arms and they elbow their companions. The group sneers, wisely backing off momentarily and not doing anything as foolish as engage him in a fight.
Given his state of mind, it is more than likely that the teens will not come out the other end of the fight unscathed despite the protection of armoured scales.
"The sea witch's a fucking sham anyways!" the kid yells over their retreating backs, "ya'll nuts for believing that shit!"
When the last teen disappears round the street corner, he sighs, taking the moment to sweep the glass shards to the side with his foot instead of leaving them in the middle of the pavement for some poor sod to injure themselves on later. The rising waters will take care of the mess soon enough anyways.
The glint of light on glass draws his eye to the ledge, where several pristine figures lie untouched. He is irrepressibly drawn to one in particular- a carving not of an animal but a floating feather caressed by an invisible wind.
His eyes surveys the street warily for a moment. The glass feather slips unnoticed into the depths of his jacket.
In the distance, the sea churns with rage.
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"Mayday, mayday, may-"
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There is little else he can do but scour the shores, buffeted by strong gusts and blinded by sea spray.
The boats are all docked away, no skipper daring enough to take on the sea in her volatility. The worst of the storm is miles away from land, but its effects are felt all the same.
A set of files arrives in his email courtesy of Q Branch and Tanner- maps and coordinates and prediction models, all of which he studies intensively in the comfort of his temporary safe house. The glass feather sits prominently besides his laptop, a silent but steadfast companion to his activities.
It, along with the Heather garlands and clam shells, bear witness to him smashing his ceramic mug in a fit of fury.
The lone image glares accusingly at him from his laptop screen, a low quality shot worsened by the movement of the camera it was shot with.
The object is a blurry mess, details rendered indistinct by the rolling waves and heavy rainfall. But enough of the form remains for the item to be identified- its implications are what trigger his episode of temper.
A lone tail fin, ripped from its place at the rear of an aircraft, is a death sentence.
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He's on his fifth bottle, drowning his sorrows with a vengeance. Outside, the deluge lets up a little into a light patter against the balcony.
The helplessness weighs heavily like an albatross around his neck.
Squeals waft up from the street below, a pod of local mers grasping the opportunity the flood waters present and taking the chance to explore streets they have never traversed before. Their melodious cries of astonishment and wonder, once music to his ears, prove too much for the dark cloud hanging over him.
He throws back his head against the couch and guzzles down more bitter ale.
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He comes to in his tiled bathroom, curled over the toilet seat with acidic sick stinking up his nose. It's no gentle thing, he wakes up with a jerk, disorientated and without memory of how he has gotten to the bathroom in the first place. Adrenaline rushes through his veins.
With the fog in his head clearing up, he notices the rattling coming from his balcony, accompanied by quiet curses.
He gets up, hand curling around the walther under his arm. He creeps towards the source of the commotion, feet as light as a cat's paws. Whatever and whomever the intruder is, he's of no mood to be gracious.
The rattling pauses, an indignant squawk of frustration follows it.
It speaks volumes of his training, both military and 00 that he does not drop his piece from shock.
There on his balcony, his Quartermaster scowls angrily at the offending lock while looking like a drowned rat.
In his chest, his heart leaps.
His movement draws Q's attention and it's then he's hollered at to "open the bloody doors before I kick them down!"
There's no word vast enough, deep enough to encompass the depth of his emotions as he swiftly undoes the lock and throws the double doors open. Heather and shells are sent flying but all he cares for is pulling Q into a bone crushing embrace.
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The rain picks up, droplets soaking through the cotton of his shirt. The front is already soaked through, thoroughly pressed against a sopping wet Quartermaster as he is.
He pulls them inside, away from the storm, away from the windows. Disbelief and hope war within his chest as he studies Q with an anxious eye, warm towels in his hand to replace soaked clothes.
He says nothing of the massive bruising on Q's torso, a large swath that belies the extent of physical trauma its owner has gone through.
Belatedly, he registers the noticeable lack of glasses, the raw scrapes and bruising over pale cheeks and knuckles.
The hulking set of white wings tipped with black and dusty grey.
"Albatross," he breathes reverently.
He'd assumed from Q's presence in the tunnels of Q Branch, the way he draws comfort from his underground haven, that his Quartermaster is a member of an underground species of sorts- a Null even, rare as truly non-magical folk are amongst the general population. The personnel file certainly hasn’t provided much insight either given their propensity for obfuscation when executive members of staff are involved.
"Yes, well, turns out I was just a late bloomer" Q sniffs, squinting at a dust speck on the wall through the conspicuous lack of glasses, "you're not on the water all the time either."
Bond smiles indulgently though offers no contest.
With his parents and kin long gone, there was simply no incentive to remain near his family’s seat of power all the time. The murky depths of the loch holds no interest, lacking in the thrill and constant entertainment cities like London offer. Besides-
First M, a hawk, now Q, an albatross - he's always been drawn to the sky much more than his peers.
He feels out Q's wings carefully, stretching one out to examine the feathers and bone. The appendage trembles under his tentative scrutiny, morphing into a full body shiver that goes right down to Q's toes. The first wing passes muster, so he moves on to the other.
Q yelps loudly as his fingers prod a particular sore spot.
It has him relaxing his fingers immediately, though he does not cease supporting the injured wing.
"I don't think it's broken," Q whimpers, fingers twisting anxiously.
Like a dam, Q's hard won composure crumbles. "Couldn't get them out," Q sobs, "They were too far forward, I barely got myself out-" The frantic babble dies away into hitched sobs.
He croons lightly in response, a soothing rumble he's heard mers sing to their fry. He runs his fingers through mussed curls, letting the grief and guilt run its course.
The kit he has isn't stocked for treating winged individuals or traumatised ones for that matter, but he's a witch- he'll make the best with what he has. He'll get them both home.
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In the distance, the sea finally calms.
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12 Days of Demon Ayno - Day 12 (18+)
Supernatural AU
Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader
Genre: Fluff / Smut
Warnings: Cussing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (be safe!)
Word Count: 2752
AU: Ok. TMI: I suffer from depression which means that I either can’t stop writing, or can’t make myself write...which is why it takes me forever. And sometimes I have writing ADD (well, I have that too...) and I can write 100 words on 5 different things, but not 500 words on one thing. I’m so sorry. Really.
This should have been done in Dec of 19. It was finished in June of 20. I’m not sure anyone is still reading this. Is anyone here? If so, and you want me to keep going, send me a message. You can send anon. If you’re still here, thank you. Really- thank you.
Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11| Day 12 | NYE | Lunar New Year
On the 12th Day of Christmas: You & Ayno Brought Each Other Joy
The week leading up to Christmas had been bliss. With the exception of a few social obligations, you’d had absolutely nothing planned- leading you to spend your days in pajamas and lazing around on the couch and in bed with Ayno. It was just like when he had arrived in October- not having to be around anyone else or pretend to be human had allowed him to revert to bad-boy demon mode and it had pretty much turned into an eight day fuck fest. It had been a whole week of pure indulgence- the words “no” and “stop” never fell from your lips, but you had uttered plenty of “yes”, “more” and “don’t stop”. It was a good thing you didn’t have to go back to work until after New Year’s Day and it was turtleneck season, because your neck was a patchwork of purples and magenta, and your inner thighs were bruised beyond belief…you felt like you existed in a permanently blissed out state.
It wasn’t the only thing you did: You braved the cold to go see White Christmas on the big screen, and again to go to the Christmas carol sing-along at the college. You had been suckered into attending a cookie exchange, and although baking was still a disaster for him, Ayno cheerfully made the dough but left the actual baking of the cookies to you…and you left the eating of the cookies you brought back home to him.
Your favorite thing by far was all the moments when you just cuddled and enjoyed each other’s company in comfortable silence; or the opposite when you talked endlessly to each other about everything. But either way, you were always wrapped in Ayno’s arms- often snuggled against his chest, breathing in the spicy earthy smell that was uniquely his.
You passed on going to your mom’s house for Christmas Eve- you were unwilling to leave Ayno at home, but you weren’t sure they were all ready for each other after the Thanksgiving fiasco. Instead you opted to spend the afternoon in the kitchen with him, drinking wine and cooking dinner, stealing kisses, and laughing uncontrollably as he would break out into random dances to Christmas carols on the radio.
The two of you went through a whole bottle of wine while you cooked plus another entire bottle of wine at dinner, and it caught up to you around 10 as you were laying on top of Ayno, who was gently rubbing your back as you watched “While You Were Sleeping”. Your eyes grew heavy, and you felt Ayno pick you up and carry you to bed. He climbed in and spooned up behind you, placing soft kisses on the back of your neck, and wrapping his strong arms around you.
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It was a little before two when you woke up cold and alone. You slipped out from between the covers and wrapping the throw blanket at the end of the bed around your shoulders, went in search of your demon and his unnatural body heat.
You found him- sitting on a blanket on the living room floor, knees pulled to his chest and his chin resting on them, gazing up at his beautiful glowing Christmas tree.
“Ayno? You ok?” you asked softly. He unfolded himself and opened his arms, beckoning to you with his hands. You went straight to him, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you to lay on the floor with him. “Did I wake you?”, he asked as he placed a kiss on your forehead, “I was trying to be quiet.”
“No. I was just cold…and I missed you being next to me. I know the not needing sleep thing makes it boring just laying there.”
“I do not mind. I like looking at you when you sleep. You are so beautiful and peaceful. Sometimes I talk to you…”
“I’ve never heard you…”
He smiled and spoke in barely a whisper “I am very quiet. And I speak in my language so it will seem like background noise to you.”
You giggled, “What do you say? Are you telling me demon bedtime stories?”
He laughed lightly, “I do not think we have those…our stories are not the kind of thing that helps people sleep.”
“I don’t know…you seem to help me sleep…”
Ayno smiled and gave a slight laugh “That is not because I am telling you soothing stories, it is because I wear you out…” he said as he brought his lips to yours.
His kisses were achingly soft as he lifted you and slipped your shirt off over your head. You felt the cold sting your nipples to rigid attention. Ayno cupped your breast and let his thumb graze lightly over the bud as he lowered you back down to the blanket. His hands traveled down your sides and waist until he hooked his fingers into the waist of your pajama shorts and underwear so he could pull them off as he continued down your legs to your feet. He reached down and slowly ran his hands from thigh to ankle, and cupping your heel he brought your foot to his lips, delicately kissing the ball, arch and heel before bringing his lips to your ankle bone and beginning to leave a trail of kisses along your calf, the back of your knee, and up your inner thigh. You could feel his hands running soothingly up and down the outside of your leg as he went. You giggled as he nipped gently at your inner thighs “Mmm what are you doing No?” He smiled against your skin. “I am memorizing you. So even if I spent a thousand years in the circles of hell, I would still know every line and every curve.” He skipped over the place you most wanted him to touch and instead went straight to your other inner thigh kissing and nipping and working his way back down to your foot just as he had on the other side. After he had kissed each of your toes gently from biggest to smallest, he leveraged himself over you, and starting at your hip bone begin placing kisses in an arc just above your pubic bone before stroking his cheeks on your stomach, and ghosting kisses around your belly button. You ran your fingers into his hair, thumbs brushing over his temples and cheekbones as you breathed soft sighs of contentment. While you kept wanting Ayno to rough you up a little bit now and then, there was no denying that when he loved you gently you melted under his touch. His lips continued to explore your skin as he worked his way up your body, leaving gentle touches in the valley between your breasts, and then gently circling your mounds until he placed his hot mouth over your cold nipples, swirling his tongue and sucking. He ran his hands from your hips up your sides and breasts over your shoulders and down your arms until he reached your hands, threading his fingers between yours, and lifting your hands over your head. Ayno lowered his body and positioned himself at your entrance while still gently kissing your face and neck. He pushed himself inside at a slow steady pace, until he filled you completely. He stayed there, his body was flush with yours, creating as much skin on skin contact as possible. He pressed his cheek to yours as he continued kissing and sucking your neck and earlobe as he gently thrust into you at a steady pace. You closed your eyes, focusing on the incredible feeling of his weight on you, all over you, moving inside you. Wishing there was a way to get even closer, you wrapped your legs around his hips. Ayno lifted his head and kissed you passionately. He stayed close, nuzzling your nose with his, and lips still brushing yours and leaving fleeting kisses. When you opened your eyes to look at him, the tender look in his eyes caused your breath hitch. He looked deeply into your eyes with that soul penetrating gaze he had. “Thank you for keeping me. In all my years, nothing compares to these last weeks. Nothing even comes close.” His words left you speechless, so you squeezed his hands and brought your mouth to his, hoping you could convey your emotions in the kiss. You felt his thrusts gaining speed and getting more intense. The familiar heat began to build in your belly, your toes tingled, stars appeared in your vision and you keened softly when Ayno hit the spot that made your legs start shaking and your whole-body jolt. Your walls tightened around him as he took you over the edge. He slowed his pace, his hands squeezing yours tightly until he thrust into you one last time. He laid there and kissed you tenderly as his body softened and he could slide out of you without overstimulating you.
You had no idea how long you just laid there in each other’s arms just nuzzling and kissing, but Ayno’s bond with you told him you needed some after care. He wrapped you in your blanket before he padded off to the kitchen. He returned a few moments later, pajamas having magically reappeared on his body, with ice water and snacks- which he promptly began feeding you.
“Do you want your present now?”, he asked, looking over at the tree, barely able to contain his excitement.
“It’s not Christmas yet!”, you laughed.
He pointed at the clock. “It is three hours past midnight. It is Christmas Day.”
Technically he was right, and he looked so hopeful.
“Ok,ok! Do you want yours?”
“I get a present too?”
“Of course you get a present! Did you really think I wouldn’t get you something?”, you said with mock offense.
He grinned. “Never got a present before! ...never celebrated Christmas before either. I did not really expect anything...already have you, so I consider myself spoiled anyway.”
If any other person had ever said that to you, you would have considered it the cheesiest fake line ever...but you knew Ayno meant it with utter sincerity.
He reached under the tree and pulled out a brown cardboard gift box
“You first!”, he said excitedly. “If you do not like it, tell me and I will fix it.” He seemed a little nervous. What kind of presents did demons give exactly? You undid the bow and cautiously opened the lid. You parted the tissue paper and pulled out a long, wide scarf that had been knit in an intricate open pattern out of soft cloud-like yarn in the most luscious color you had ever seen. “Do you like it?” he asked as he took it from you and began to drape it around your neck.
“Ayno, this is beautiful! …it’s so soft! …and the color is amazing…where did you get this?”
Ayno smiled shyly, “I made it for you.”
You sat staring at him with your mouth hanging open. “You made it???”
“Mmm-hmm. There is a shop downtown called “Knitch”. It is populated mostly with women who are nearer to death than not. They practice the old arts by using sticks and hooks to make things from fibers. I liked watching them. They noticed my interest, so they showed me how to do it…apparently I am clever with my hands. Do…do you like it?”
“I love it. It’s beautiful. I’ve never had someone make me a gift… I had no idea you could do this. I don’t ever want to take it off.”
He smiled proudly. “Now I will know you are warm when I am not with you. It is made from the hair of an alpaca and an angora rabbit, so we will have to clean it carefully.” He paused as he fluffed and adjusted it around your neck. “I am so relieved it pleases you…I was afraid you would not like it.”
You took a small box out from under the tree. “I feel a little guilty about yours now. It seems so impersonal.”, you said as you somewhat reluctantly handed him the box.
Ayno’s face glowed as he turned the box over in his hands and ran his fingers over the foil paper. “So shiny! You wrap so well. I must learn this from you.” You expected him to rip into it with the fervor of a five-year-old, but he surprised you by carefully removing the tape at the seams and unfolding the edges. He lifted the paper away to reveal the gleaming white box with the holographic rectangle and number. He looked at it curiously before sliding the lid off and staring wide eyed at the object inside. He looked at you, and back at the box, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “For me??”
“Yes.”
“It is real? I may use it?”
You laughed. “Of course it’s real. And I got it so you could use it.”
He gently lifted it out and turned it over in his hands. “It looks just like yours! It even has the little apple on it!”
“Yes- we have the same model iPhone. But you have your own phone number. I hated that we had no way to get in touch with each other during the day, and well…it seems like you’re going to be staying awhile…”
You looked up into his face, his dark eyes filled with affection. He pulled you back into his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck beneath the scarf. You realized that for you, giving Ayno his own phone had been a practical decision…but for Ayno it was far more: he had keenly observed that couples seemed to be linked by their phones – sending texts, calling, shared calendars and lots of pictures. While you had verbally acknowledged the relationship- and your desire to continue it…to him this was a physical symbol of that: a sign that you had accepted- and desired him as something fixed in your life.
“So exciting! Now I will look like everyone else at the coffee shop!” he said grinning.
“We can set it up and order you a case tomorrow, well, later today,” you said as you watched him power it on. “…or right now…”
“Can I play Candy Crush on it??”
“Yes, but you’ll have to start back at level 1.”
He was undeterred. “That is ok. Then I will have three stars on all my levels.” he said giving you a pointed look.
“So many languages…” he said scrolling through the list to make his choice.
“Is yours there?” you asked curiously.
He laughed “I think not…although more of us have cell phones than you might imagine.”
He happily set about picking a background, chose dark mode, let it scan his face for ID, set up a passcode (your birthday), found the app store and began downloading Candy Crush and Snapchat. Then he opened his “contacts” icon, pushed the “+” sign and handed his phone to you. You typed in your name, cell and office numbers, e-mail, and the apartment address.
“No picture?” he said as you handed it back to him. “Well, it’s the picture that will take up your whole screen when I call… so I’ll send you one that wouldn’t embarrass you…or me…to have everyone see it.” you explained.
Suddenly his face lit up. He pulled you into his lap, and turned on the camera to portrait mode, flipped it to front facing, and held his arm high as he brought his head next to yours and snapped his phone’s first selfies. He smiled with joy as he gazed at the two of you: still flushed with afterglow, colored lights reflecting off his blonde hair, bright smiles and all wrapped in each other’s arms. He immediately set it as his lock screen. “You don’t think we’ve taken better pictures?” you asked looking at your happy but disheveled faces .
He shook his head, “Look at us”, he said admiring the pic again, “so beautiful- happiness…affection...look how we fit together…all that is good in your world is reflected in us here. Now I have this moment forever.”
You threw your arms around him and held him as tight as you could. His arms came around you, holding you fast against him, his fingers in your hair and his soft cheek rubbing against yours. You wished you could stop time so this feeling would never end.
“Merry Christmas, Ayno”, you whispered.
“Merry Christmas.”
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