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earth2rin · 2 months

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emo megs?

megumi fushiguro x fem!reader

words: 1.4k

summary: just thoughts about megs <3 non-sourcer au, not proofread ;)

cw: piercings, megumi being a bit insecure, maybe like one curseword

scumbag!megumi who unironically is an alt/emo kid in the modern world.

scumbag!megumi who’s eyebrow and snakebite piercings ward off any suitors.

scumbag!megumi who’s apparel makes people think he’s weird and they tend to avoid any interactions with him.

scumbag!megumi who is too enthralled with the yabujin playing through his wired headphones to realize there’s a new student that just walked into the classroom.

scumbag!megumi who fails to notice your presence when the teacher sat you right next to him. there were always empty seats around him.

scumbag!megumi who doesn’t realize he has you in 3 other classes.

scumbag!megumi who only began to notice you when you would send a small smile and wave towards him in the morning. he thought you were kind of pretty.

scumbag!megumi who would greet you with a ‘sup’ whenever you finally gained the courage to actually say hi to him in the morning.

scumbag!megumi who would ask you for the notes from the previous day since he wasn’t there for the lecture. you always replied with a chirpy ‘of course!’ and would hand it to him with a smile.

scumbag!megumi who gave you the vibes that he never really was listening to the small conversation you tried to spark between you two. he actually was trying to spare your social status as people would deem you weird for talking to the outcast. little did he know you didn’t care one bit, you thought he was cool and were determined to be his friend.

scumbag!megumi who always thought why is a pretty little sweet thing like you trying to befriend a loser like him.

scumbag!megumi who can’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually let you in and get to know him. would you think he’s odd like everyone else does, or would you actually like being his friend?

scumbag!megumi who gives in and entertains your conversations, actually enjoying talking to you and your personality as a whole.

scumbag!megumi who you learn, loves to actually yap. like a lot, which is surprising since the first few days you saw him he was always listening to music and doing his work, avoiding any interaction with people.

scumbag!megumi and his snakebite piercings that have you hypnotized and you can’t help staring at whenever he went into deep conversation about something he liked. you really hope he didn’t notice the staring.

scumbag!megumi who asks for your number whenever you tell him you never heard of the kind of music he listens to, but you really like and want to learn more artists and songs in the same genre.

scumbag!megumi who’s cheeks tint a slight shade of pink whenever he hands you his phone, embarrassed on how his contacts consist of only 6 people; yuuji, nobara, gojo, maki, toge, toji, and now you. you smile as you put your contact info in, putting your name as ‘y/n :3’

scumbag!megumi who now shares his headphones with you in class, one wired bud in his ear and the other in yours. you had to scoot closer to him, your shoulders barely brushing and you couldn’t help the small blush that dusted your cheeks.

scumbag!megumi who invites you to his place one random weekend, saying that he and his friends were gonna watch horror movies on friday and he would like it if you'd come. of course you say yes, a little too fast for your liking.

scumbag!megumi who lectures his friends to please don’t be weird. and don’t say anything that would make her uncomfortable! they laugh at how his cheeks are red but they agree, promising they’ll be nice.

scumbag!megumi who introduces you to his friends. “that's yuuji and that's nobora. they’re idiots so don't mind too much about what they say.” yuuji gasps, “hey you told us to be nice but you're the one that's being mean!” you blink and smile and megumi’s eye twitches.

scumbag!megumi who rolls his eyes when nobara whines, “finally! another girl! i thought i was gonna die if i had to sit here one more weekend with these guys watching movies by myself. too bad you met that loser first.”

scumbag!megumi who gives you a blanket and pillow so you can lay down, you say thank you but tell him that you were just going to sit next to him. he lays the blanket over you two anyways.

scumbag!megumi who tells you to stay on the couch, that he’ll get you a slice of the pizza that had just arrived. you give him a sweet smile and say thank you, he just nods.

scumbag!megumi who’s sitting so close to you, you can smell his cologne. you’re getting dizzy from the proximity of how close he is. you think you might faint. you decide to lean your head on his shoulder and his heart thumps wildly in his ribs.

scumbag!megumi who’s hand is right next to yours, your fingers brushing each others constantly. he rubs his pinky on yours, you don't retract so he takes it as a win. he finally gets the balls to hold your hand when you jump, being scared from the movie. you’re both blushing, but no one seems to notice because of how dark it is.

scumbag!megumi who offers to drive you home after you watch about 5 different movies. it was now rounding 3 in the morning, yuuji and nobara were asleep on the couch which he knew they were going to sleep over, but he didn’t want to ask you if you’d like to as well, he feared he’d make you uncomfortable. you say ‘if it’s not too much trouble yes please. but i’m perfectly fine calling someone from home to pick me up!’ he waves you off, insisting that he doesn’t mind one bit.

scumbag!megumi who drives a modded 2013 dodge charger rt, it’s blacked out and loud. he opens the door for you before quickly entering the driver's side. he drives with the windows down, admiring the wind blowing through your hair. you looked absolutely stunning.

scumbag!megumi who walks you to your door whenever you reach your destination.

“i had a lot of fun tonight megs.” you smile up at him, batting your eyelashes. he still blushes when you call him that, even though it's been about over a month since you started to call him that.

he scratches the back of his neck, looking away. “yeah me too. i really like hanging out with you.” you nod and say you do too.

you step a bit closer to him, “will you text me when you get home?” he turns his head back towards you, entranced at how beautifully you’re looking up at him. he feels like the wind was knocked out of him. he nods, and slightly gulps when you lean in to him, fluttering your eyelids. his nerves kick in and his hands get sweaty, holy shit does she want me to kiss her?

he decided he’ll be brave, for once in his life he’s going to get what he wants.

he puts one hand on your waist, the other quickly being wiped off on his jeans before he places it on your cheek. your lips meet and the kiss is sweet but firm. the irony taste from his lip rings is bitter, but addicting, his lips are so soft and taste of cherries. the kiss makes your head spin, you steady yourself by putting both of your palms on his firm chest. you both pull away slightly, looking into each other's eyes before leaning back in. this time the kiss is more heated, a bit needy, a bit shy. you both finally pull away, he moves his hands to both sides of your face, thumbing your cheeks. he leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“i’ll call you, yeah?” you nod, biting your lip slightly.

“okay, goodnight megs.”

“goodnight y/n”

you open the door coolly, once it’s closed, you squeal and bring a hand up to your lips, where his had just been. he hears you through the door and chuckles, walking to his car. he waits a couple of seconds before he sends you a text.

megs :)): you in bed?

y/n :3: attachment: 1 image

y/n :3: yes !!!

megs :)): good, call you when i get home.

y/n :3: okay :)))

#thinking thoughts #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #i love emos #me when i see piercings: WOOF WOOF WOOF #am barking #megumi is sweet in any universe :3 #fluff #sweet and fluffy #puppy love

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maelstroms-blog · 3 months

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A 5 times plus 1 fic about Dreamling, moments that took the other's breath away. This is pure, domestic fluff

Hope you enjoy

Sorry it took so long.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #ferdinand kingsley #tom sturridge #the sandman netflix #sandman fanfiction #domestic fluff #sweet and fluffy #fluff #panic attack #just a bit #hurt/comfort #tiny bit of angst #criticism welcome

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zephyra-in-the-house · 4 months

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Christmas Short Story

Considering the possibility of doing a Christmas special short story for Shadowpeach 🤔

It won't be part of the main story but I'm in the mood to do some fluff 😄

#lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #lego macaque #lego sun wukong #fanfic #Sweet and fluffy #And I mean tooth rotting fluff #Gonna get cavities from reading it kind of fluff #Christmas special

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ladderofyears · 11 months

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Sweet and sour.

The first Every Flavour Bean is sour, vinegar-flavoured, and Harry winces. “Are you implying something?” he asks.

“Not at all,” Draco answers, giving Harry a pink, candyfloss-flavoured bean. “You’re the sweetest chap that I know.”

Laughing at his boyfriend’s joke, Harry wolfs the sweet. “Now I’ll taste delicious,” he grins.

Fifty words.

For @microficmay

#drarry #harry x draco #boys in love #fifty words #draco malfoy #harry potter #microficmay2023 #ladderofyears microfic #drarry fic #every flavour beans #sweet and fluffy

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earth2rin · 3 months

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2 SEATER ᡣ𐭩

atsumu miya x fem!reader college au

words: 1.2k

summary. just sweet sweet love making with your saccharine boyfriend in his 2 seater beamer. this is very self indulgent, i love sappy and sweet sexᡣ𐭩 this is also my first smut don’t roast me hehe

cw: smut, mdni 18+, car sex, established relationship, nicknames (i.e. baby, pretty), praise, dirty talk, creampie, markings, making out, atsumu’s unadulterated love for you,

squeak squeak squeak

the sound of atsumu’s ball joints creaking in the back of the parking lot of a movie theater can be heard if you got within 50 meters. any closer and you could hear the mewling and groaning going on inside of the bmw.

“tsumu, oh fuck, tsumu” you whine, gripping atsumu’s shoulders, leaving behind crescent shaped marks.

the windows are foggy and you feel like you’re on fire from how hot it is in his car.

the six foot man currently has you on hip lap, bouncing on his cock leaving you a babbling mess, chanting his name like a mantra. he’s reclined his seat, hands on your hips and biting his lip, eyeing you as you move up and down. the look of pure lust and love he’s giving you makes you squirm and clench around him even harder.

“that feel good, baby? yeah? my cock making you feel s’ good? hm?” he groans when your walls flutter around him, making him grip your hips harder which you were sure were going to leave a mark in the morning.

the lewd squelching sound of your juices mingling fills the car, along with pants and moans. his angled cock was bullying your insides, sticky tip hitting just right at that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars and leaving a hot white feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. you were left speechless, mind blank, only able to spew out a few words that consisted of only his name and a few curse words.

he looked angelic underneath you, kiss bitten lips, bangs stuck to his forehead from sweat, the tips of his ears were red, washboard abs littered with angry red scratches. he was a walking god, and you were just like a little nymph following him around, praising him and being utterly hopelessly devoted to him.

and you made him melt. left him with no words with the way you call out his name, begging him to kiss and hold you while he fucks up into your womb, leaving you aching and longing for more. the way your jaw was unhinged, spewing out his name because he was all that you could think about, your brain consumed by him and only him made him feel utterly euphoric knowing that he’s got you this fucked out.

he was a god, but you were his goddess. your lip tugged between your teeth, the hickeys and bite marks left around your neck and shoulder, perfect tits and perky nipples, and your voice, god your voice, calling out his name like a siren singing in his ear that made his whole body feel tingly from the tips of his finger all the way to his toes.

you hastily nod and murmur, “baby kiss me, kiss me, kiss me please tsumu.” you pant. he smashes your lips together, giant hand reaching for the back of your head to force you even closer. it’s hot and so, so needy, you feel your legs beginning to wear out from his kiss alone. teeth and tongue clashing, his saliva making its way down your lip and he nips at it. he snakes his other hand to the small of your back, pushing you against him so you’re chest to chest. the way your nipples rub against him every time you bounce has you shivering, leaving you soaking and wanting so much more.

the coil in your stomach begins to unravel and you’re moaning so loud. thighs quivering and your voice wobbles as you speak. “tsumu please, i can’t.” and he gives in so easily because the next thing you know he’s planting his feet on the floor and pistoning up into your fluttering hole.

you yelp and fall into his shoulder, biting at the intersection to keep you from sounding like such a needy bitch. this doesn’t go unnoticed by atsumu, who does not appreciate you silencing yourself. he reaches his hand down to tweak at your nipples and your mouth falls open into an o. “fuck, you look so pretty. love it when you call out my name. c’mon pretty, wanna hear all of it.” and you whine and whimper, writhing on top of him from the way his cock is bullying your poor abused pussy.

“tsumu, ‘m close! ‘m so close, please.” you sound so desperate and broken on his cock, he could listen to you all night like a broken record. he adjusts himself so he’s reaching even deeper inside of your velveteen walls, hitting all the spots he knew would be a one way ticket to an earth shattering orgasm. “oh fuck! right there, right there tsumu. gonna cum gonna cum!” you mewl, tears welling in your eyes as the bliss is too great for your body.

“shit baby, squeezin me so tight. only i can make you feel good like this yeah? tell me who’s pussy this is. hm? who’s is it?” his pace is brutal and you’re teetering on the edge, he tweaks your nipple again and you babble.

“‘s yours! all yours! only yours! fuckkkk, love you! love you so much tsumu! love you so fucking much! please.” and you moan so loud when you finally cum, juices gushing and making his abs and thighs glisten from your release. you’re limp on his body, he makes you feel like putty.

“shit, gonna fucking cum baby. ‘s all for you my love. gonna take it all right? gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, yeah?” he grabs your jaw tightly and kisses you so desperately. you whine as he continues his thrust and tightly grip his shoulders. he lets out a husky ‘fuck’, a few more thrust and the hot spurts of his seed spew into you, filling you up and making a creamy base at his cock. you feel so full and warm, and you let out a small whimper as your tongues fight against each other. he shudders from the intensity of his release and the only thing that keeps him grounded is the warmth from your body on top of his. you continue making out as you both come down from your highs, his softening cock still inside of you. the lack of oxygen makes you lightheaded so you pull away first, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

his head is tilted back, leaning on the head rest as his eyes are closed and trying to catch his breath. you both stay like this for awhile, basking in the after glow of making love with the man who makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world. you look up at him with nothing but pure adoration and love in your eyes, one of his arms around your waist holding your bare body against his. it’s such a tender moment that only leaves you with even more love for the man that you call yours.

he finally looks down and catches your eyes, reaching the hand that was behind his head to brush the hair out of your face and play with it. and he feels like jelly when you shoot him a small loving smile, gently placing a small kiss where your chin was resting, making the corners of his mouth twitch up as he mirrors the same smile. he reaches out to cup your cheek and your smile intensifies, turning your head to place a sweet kiss at the palm of his hand.

“i love you so much tsumu.” you murmur, never shying away from his intense gaze.

gently, he uses his thumb and forefinger to lift your chin, leaning in to give you a teeth rottingly sweet kiss.

“i love you more, pretty.”

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november-rising · 1 year

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Well, if this doesn’t speak to every ship I have loved, do love, and will.

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#let your muse take you #your muse knows where to go #love songs #gentle #tender #gentle criminal #tender emotional music playing #love #sweet and fluffy #sweet and simple #andy lange #youtube #I could add my ships but we’d be here for two minutes #songfic #a good song fic is a whole new level #now I need a songfic

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maelstroms-blog · 1 year

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Beach day [sort of]

Since Dream came back into his life, their meetings usually occurred at night. It made sense really, once Hob discovered his partner’s role. Though night was his busiest time, Dream still found time to come to Hob. He would have been more flattered, if Dream didn’t seem intent on scaring him to death. [Again]. You would think an immortal would get used to his partner materialising out of thin air.

Nope. And he was certain Dream was enjoying himself. A tiny twitch of his lips the only sign.

‘You’re a bastard, you know that?’ Hob gasped after the latest scare. He was in his bathroom, shirtless, brushing his teeth, and getting ready for bed. [Seemed counterintuitive for Morpheus, of all people, to interrupt]. Dream, standing in the doorway, didn’t react. Instead, he ran his dark gaze up and down, taking in every inch of Hob’s exposed skin. Hob, in response, broke out into goosebumps.

‘Oh?’ Dream finally said, his voice was low but it reverberated around his flat, settling into Hob’s bones,

‘Shall I take my leave then?’ he turned as if to leave, Hob rolled his eyes at his dramatics,

‘I’m sure you’re going to leave,’ placing his toothbrush in his cup, he yawned, stretching his arms above his head, with a quick scratch of his chest, he felt eyes following his movements, settling on his bare chest once again.

‘And I shall go to bed, alone. With nothing but my cold sheets for comfort,’ he glanced over. Dream, now hidden in the shadows, stared at him hungrily. His silence was answer enough.

‘You know,’ Hob began, lips twitching, ‘For the supposed Prince of Stories, you sure are easy to read.’

Dream said nothing, just stared with his shiny eyes. For a second, he watched Dream arch a regal eyebrow, a small hum leaking from his mouth,

‘If you truly believe that,’ a pale hand reached up, beckoning him with slender white fingers, ‘Then guess what I am thinking.’

Hob didn’t need to; he was thinking the exact same thing. Accepting the outstretched hand, a thrill shooting through him at the cold touch, he closed the distance between him.

‘Like I said,’ his voice low, ‘A bastard.’

Dream lowered his eyelids, staring at him through his thick lashes, or more accurately, his lips. Hob didn’t keep him waiting. He pressed his lips against the Dream king’s. Though they were cold, almost like ice, they were soft as silk, opening eagerly at Hob’s touch. He was gentle, still mindful of Dream’s trauma, the last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm him. Hob was a patient man, he waited six centuries, he didn’t mind waiting six more. Dream, on the other hand, had no such qualms. How did Hob know this? From the teeth nibbling at his bottom lip. He let out a gasp, both from shock and pleasure, leaning further into Dream’s touch.

Dream was the first one to stop, he pulled away with a frown. Hob’s heart thudded in his chest; did he overstep? Dream poked out his tongue, a pretty pink thing, and wetted his lips,

‘Hob Gadling, why do your lips taste of mint?’

Hob wiped at his mouth, a strip of toothpaste foam sticking to his arm hair. Hob tried to explain but couldn’t stop giggling at Dream’s face. Pouting, as usual, face twisted as the minty taste invaded his senses.

‘Sorry, love,’ he gestured at the bathroom, ‘You did capture me at an awkward time.’

Dream tilted his head, ‘You are preparing for bed’

Hob nodded, hoping he wasn’t discouraged.

‘I see, well, the last thing I want to do is to prevent a dreamer from entering my realm,’ he turned. Hob tried, and failed, to hide his disappointment. But with every low, came a heart stopping high, as the Dream king, Hob’s lover, stopped at his bedroom door, looked back at him with his heavy-lidded gaze, and shed his coat in one fluid movement.

‘Luckily, I am here to give you a personal escort.’

Hob caught as quick glance of marble white skin before it disappeared into the darkness. Hob banged his knee in his hurry to follow, only realising the next morning when a dark bruise blossomed on his skin.

Hob went about his day, lighter than air, embodying every romantic cliché. Staring off into the distance, sighing at nothing, and his face ached from the amount of smiling. His students were quick to notice, because of course they did, gossiping loudly during class about, in their words, ‘the professor’s goth twink.’

Despite himself, Hob snorted. He wondered about saying it to Dream’s face, would it be worth seeing Death in response? He shook the traitorous thought from his mind, thinking instead of tonight’s meeting, he wanted to do something special. Perhaps he would cook for Dream. He would refuse of course, preferring to keep his wan look.

He shook his head, fondly. Dramatic bastard.

He would find something though, something the Dream king would devour. Sweets were always a safe bet, in particular, cake. Hob knew just the place. He went straight there after his lecture, and soon, his arms were laded with all kinds of pastries. He would find one Dream liked, even if it killed him. [lol]

As he made his way home, he found himself passing by the beach. The sound of waves crashing against the sand was music to his ears. Perhaps he would bring Dream here someday. He would have to talk him out of his all-black ensemble. Hob blushed at the thought.

‘I would not need to change my attire.’

Hob, having fought many battles and witnessed many atrocities, screeched. He screeched like he was being murdered, again. [Long story]. The boxes tumbled to the ground, Dream, the smug looking cat, just stared at him.

Hob stared back, eyes wide, and clutching his chest,

‘Why?’ he asked, trying to catch his breath. Dream didn’t even blink,

‘Do I need a reason?’

‘For making me jump out of my skin, I would hope so,’ Hob squatted down, gathering up his purchases. Dream, sensing Hob’s irritation, lowered himself to help.

‘It was not my sole intention,’ Dream said, keeping his gaze low, ‘To terrify you.’

Hob scoffed, ‘You didn’t terrify me, you just gave me a startle,’

Dream raised an eyebrow, and then, perhaps remembering his ‘startled’ sound, looked away. He merely hummed in response. It could have been Hob’s imagination but he was certain he saw a twitch of his rosebud lips.

‘So, why did you startle me? Is something wrong?’

Dream said nothing, toying with the ribbon around the cake box, uncharacteristically hesitant,

‘Nothing is wrong, I merely…found myself with time and…,’ he kept his eyes down, never blinking,

‘I…I wanted to see you.’

Hob, surprised at his emotional, albeit, stilted answer, smiled.

He once told Dream, after he revealed the reason for missing their 1986 meeting, that he could visit him anytime for any reason. Day or night, it didn’t matter. Since then, Dream favoured the late evening/nights. Pride swelled in his chest, pride for his friend for admitting to something he wanted. He reached out, slowly, then seeing no protest, cupped his cheek.

‘Thank you for coming to see me,’ he leaned forward, looking him right in his shiny blue eyes, ‘I am happy to see you, truly.’

He meant every word, and Dream knew it, leaning into his touch and closing his eyes,

‘Even when I ‘startle’ you?’

Hob chuckled, ‘I suppose that’s the risk I take, falling in love with the king of Nightmares.’

Hob didn’t realise what he said, not until Dream’s eyes shot open, staring at Hob in disbelief, Hob, for once, was lost for words.

‘What did you say?’

‘Uhh….,’ Hob’s mind went blank, Dream continued to stare, waiting for an answer,

‘No, you know what? It’s true,’ and then, channelling 1386 Hob, the one that openly defied Death, [he fully apologized later], he grabbed Dream’s hands.

The cakes lay forgotten.

‘Dream, I love you, I don’t know when I realised it, maybe, deep down, I always knew. You’ve seen me at my highest and my lowest, and you didn’t think any less of me. You cared enough to advise me and to look after me,’ he glanced down at their joined hands, running his thumb over an unblemished palm,

‘You are sweet, brave, intelligent, and a dramatic wet cat of a man,’ he felt Dream stiffen, but carried on,

‘And, I can’t imagine not having you in my life.’

Silence fell over them like a blanket, doing little to smother the rapid heartbeat in Hob’s ears. Dream was quiet, he was still there, evident by their joined hands,

‘Hob Gadling?’ the question was soft, and yet, it rang in Hob’s ears,

‘I feel the same way.’

Hob’s head shot up, fast enough for it to hurt. Dream was looking at him, his gaze penetrating but tender. A soft blush had risen to his pale cheeks, and his lips half open, words paused on his tongue.

‘I had a plenty of time to think, when I was…,’

Hob didn’t need him to elaborate, he lifted their hands, pressing his lips to Dream’s hands, rewarded with a small smile.

‘In that time, I thought of many things, my subjects, my realm, people I’ve loved, people I’ve hurt,’ his hands tightened around Hob’s, ever so slightly,

‘You were right, I was-am a prideful creature, and at our 1886 meeting. I was…lonely, and you saying it, out loud, it was jarring. I was…am lonely, and…and I have been for a long time.’

He loosened a hand, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind Hob’s ear,

‘You-You see me, truly, see me. Not as an endless, or a god, or a monster…you see me as me,’ his voice dropped an octave, barely higher than a whisper. Hob heard it, he heard every word.

‘You’ve seen me, and you are not unnerved or repulsed. You are…loving, to the point of reverence,’ he gently cupped Hob’s face, raising it so they gazed into each other’s eyes,

‘I know you love me, and I love you too.’

Hob couldn’t believe it, he didn’t blink or breathe, scared of breaking the illusion, or dream. No, it was real. He knew from the stinging in his eyes and the cold lips pressed against his. Hob wasted no time in reciprocating.

‘I didn’t want to tell you like this,’ Hob admitted between kisses, ‘So soon after you got back, I didn’t want to overwhelm you,’

Dream huffed, his version of a laugh, ‘I hardly think six centuries is soon,’

Hob grinned, and because he acts before he thinks, he grabbed Dream’s hand and charged down to the beach.

‘Come on! Let’s go into the water,’ he didn’t know what came over him, too much joy he later guessed, and Dream, his sweet dream, humoured him enough to not protest. He stood back, watching as Hob plunged into the water. He went up as far as his knees then turned back, waving at Dream,

‘Come on in, the water’s fine!’ he called out, the water wasn’t as cold as he first thought, reminding him of a certain someone’s lips. That someone in question was standing still, letting the waves lap at his boots. It took a lot of encouragement from Hob, [and a few flirty words], before Dream relented. He strode into the water, his long coat pooling behind him like some strange sea creature. He stood beside Hob, looking all around him,

‘May I ask what the point of this is?’

Hob just spread his arms wide, gesturing all around him, ‘To live,’ he touched the water, letting it fall from his fingers, ‘Too feel,’ he glanced up at the sun, catching the last golden rays of the sun, ‘To remember the reason why you’re here.’

He glanced at Dream, seeing if his words had a reaction. It was hard to tell, he was only staring at Hob, but then, his eyes flickered to something in the water. Quick as a flash, his arm darted in and out, water dripped from his coat sleeve, and in his palm, sat a tiny crab. No bigger than his thumbnail.

Dream smiled a fleeting smile.

Hob, opening his mouth to ask what crabs dreamed of, instead, got a mouthful of saltwater. A wave washed over him, soaking him from top to bottom. His hair hung in his face like a curtain, he spat out water, wondering what that noise was. He turned to Dream, who had his hand covering his mouth, but it failed to stop the noise. That awkward, snorting noise. it was only from the crinkle of his lover’s eyes that he realised what the noise meant. He was laughing. Dream was laughing.

Hob couldn’t stop himself from staring, he had never heard a sound like it. He…loved it. Mistaking his look for something else, Dream quickly stopped laughing, the pink in his cheeks returning full force.

‘Apologies,’ he muttered, looking away, ‘I did not mean to,’

Hob blinked at the sudden change, ‘Mean to what? Laugh?’

Dream didn’t say anything, the troubled look still on his face. Hob wasted no time in closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around him. Dream was all angles and sharp elbows, yet melted like butter in Hob’s embrace,

‘Don’t ever apologise for laughing,’ he pulled back to look in his eyes, ‘Please, I never want you to feel ashamed for feeling.’

Worryingly, Dream’s lips trembled, a sharp breath escaped before he hid his face in Hob’s shoulder,

‘You know not what you ask,’ he quietly warned, voice thick,

‘I never do,’ Hob joked, ‘And I don’t care. It isn’t the end of the world for you to feel something.’

Dream said nothing. He tightened his grip around Hob, clinging to him like he might suddenly disappear. Hob didn’t mind, he hugged him right back.

Something had to interrupt them though, and that something, another big wave. Hob didn’t see it in time, and Dream was lost to the water. Hob grabbed his sleeve, keeping him from going fully under, and righted him up. He quickly checked Dream, his breath catching in his throat at the sight.

Dream was soaked, his clothes hung off his frame, shrinking him even more, [like a cat that was all fur], and his eyes were lost under a dripping mop of hair. He tried and failed to blow it out of his face, his pout returning full force. Hob tried and failed to hide his laughter. Even with his eyes hidden, Hob could feel the heat in his gaze.

‘You dare!’

Before Hob could apologise, he was met with another faceful of water. He looked up in time to see Dream hiding his hands, another smirk on his lips,

‘Oh, you sneaky, little thing,’ he plunged his hand into the water, sending an arc of it into the air. Dream turned just in time, sending up his own spray as he ran away. Hob followed, giggling all the way.

He didn’t know how long they frolicked in the water; the sunset went unnoticed. It was only when Hob tripped and fell face first into the water, they finally stopped. Dream offered a hand, pulling Hob easily to his feet. The pair were freezing, soaked to the bone, but huge grins plastered their faces, well, one of them. Dream just smiled his tiny smile. After retracing their steps, grabbing the cakes boxes [somehow unscathed], Dream brought them home.

Dropping the boxes on the table, turning the heat up high, he grabbed his fluffiest towel and enveloped Dream, gently ruffling his hair, smiling at his half-hearted protests. Dream poked his face out, shaking his hair out like the cat he was. After both were sufficiently dry, wearing pyjamas, [Dream stole a pair of Hob’s], and settling themselves on Hob’s comfy couch. Dream wasted no time settling himself against Hob’s chest, nuzzling into him with a content sigh. Hob’s heart skipped a beat at the sound. With a tea in one hand, and an éclair in the other, he offered the latter to Dream. He blinked at the offering, sniffing at it, before licking it experimentally. From his point of view, Hob saw Dream’s eyes light up.

‘We had a grand wee day, didn’t we?’

Dream mumbled something; mouth full of pastry. Hob leaned over to get a bite, chuckling when Dream held it out of reach,

‘Love, I paid for them,’ he said, no real heat to his voice. Dream just hummed, licking cream from his lips,

‘I suppose,’ with that, he turned and planted his lips, once again, on Hob’s, kissing him deeply and slowly,

‘You can have a taste.’

Hob grinned, too out of breath to say anything. He savoured the sweet taste of Dream’s lips, and the warm weight of him against his chest. He thanked whoever was listening for being that loud mouth rogue in that dirty tavern, he thanked it before and he would do it again. For as long as he lived, with Dream.

tysm for reading, hope you enjoyed this pointless fluff

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