#the shading is so beautiful omggg
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a humble abode
xiao x f!reader
warnings: mentions of injuries but it’s not graphic or specific
wc: 1.4k
a/n: okay this was too cute to not try and do omggg i hope u like how it turned out!!!
“Traveler!” Paimon tried to rouse a bloodied and weakened Lumine. “Come on, it’s just a little bit farther to the Harbor. Please, get up” the flying girl tried her hardest to help her travel partner up. “I’m sorry Paimon. I just need to sit for a minute” Lumine propped herself up against a rock. “Traveler?” a familiar voice rang from up the path. Just before the two girls could look for the voice’s owner, he was already there at their side. “Ah! Oh! It’s Xiao!” Paimon beamed at the familiar face. “You’re injured. What happened?” the adeptus asked with concern plastered all over his face. “Paimon was trying to show the traveler a new spot for us to relax and a really strong looking geovishap came out of nowhere and tried to attack Paimon!” Paimon explained. “I took care of it so it won’t be hurting anyone else” Lumine tried to be positive like she was attempting to bandage her wounds with her own words.
Xiao looked as if he was having an internal struggle at the situation in front of him. “Xiao? You look like you have something to say” Lumine tried to gently pry into his mind. “These injuries are serious. Let me take you to a safe place” he quickly picked Lumine up in his arms. “Paimon, hold onto me okay?” he instructed. Paimon nodded in assurance and placed her hand on his shoulder. And within the blink of an eye the three of them were in a beautiful forest. The trees were various shades of orange and yellow and the sound of children laughing could be heard down by a stream.
Xiao set Lumine down on a bench and gave her another look over to check on her condition. “Wait here, I’m going to get someone” he quickly disappeared and left Lumine and Paimon alone. “This place is beautiful” Paimon spun around to take in all the lush scenery around them. “But, Paimon doesn’t recognize this spot. Do you think we’re in a realm of some kind?” she inquired. “I’m not sure. Xiao is very trustworthy though so I’m positive it’s safe” Lumine tried to sit up more straight, wincing at the pain in her side.
The two of them looked in the distance and saw Xiao approaching them again, but this time he had you with him. Following closely behind you two was a little girl with her hair in a braid that draped over her shoulder and she was carrying some sort of bag. They noticed how she seemed to be staying particularly close to you. “Oh my, you poor thing” you quickly sat at Lumine’s side, assessing her injuries. The little girl that was at your side placed the bag she was carrying at your feet. “Xiahui sweetie, go play with your brothers and sister okay? I’ll come see you again later after I take care of the Traveler” you gently pat the girls head. Xiahui nodded and smiled. “I hope you feel better soon” she shyly spoke towards Lumine before wandering off towards the stream.
You hovered your hands over the painful wound in Lumine’s side. A light green light began to radiate from your hands. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you concentrated on her injury. The whole time this was happening, Xiao’s gaze never left you. Paimon looked between you and Xiao as she tried to understand just who exactly who you were and why Xiao took them to you. “There we go. The general pain should start to fade for now but let me dress your wounds properly and clean them” you reached down to the ground where Xiahui placed your medical bag.
“Um, please excuse Paimon but, just who are you exactly?” Paimon finally asked, the question killing her inside having gone unanswered. “She is the adeptus [name]” Xiao answered for you as you focused on cleaning Lumine’s wound. “You’re the adeptus [name]?!” Paimon gasped. “I’m afraid so” you giggled at her exasperated reaction. “Please you can just call me [name]. No need to be so formal” you reassured. “So then this place is…an adepti abode?” Lumine asked as she looked around again. “Exactly” you smiled warmly and began stitching her wound.
“Wait so why are there children in your abode?” Paimon asked. “Well it would be strange to not allow our children to stay in my abode” you chuckled. Paimon and Lumine immediately looked at each other, “Our?!”. “Yes. She is my wife and those” he gestured towards the direction of the stream where your children were playing, “are our children”. “Wife?! Children?!” Paimon and Lumine shouted in unison again. “I can tell Xiao places a great amount of trust in you. Considering he brought you here without asking me“ you finished the last stitch. Xiao looked away and blushed at the subtle dig to his carelessness. You laughed as you placed your medical equipment back in the bag they were kept in. While you were known as an adeptus with a proficiency in healing, that didn’t mean you could heal wounds just like that. Your abilities were more like painkillers than actual healing.
“So you just live here?” Lumine asked curiously. “Sometimes I leave and go out but, why would I do that when I have my whole life right here with me?” you smiled fondly at your children playing. Three boys and two girls. The thought of Xiao having a wife and one child was already a lot to take in for Lumine and Paimon. But five whole kids and the adeptus [name] as his wife?!
You stood from the bench and walked over to your husband and linked arms with him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I trust you both greatly. You’ve seen things with me that no one else has and have helped me and the people of Liyue in so many ways. I will always be in your debt” Xiao spoke earnestly. “Paimon definitely didn’t see you as the type to have a wife and kids” Paimon looked between you and Xiao. “Don’t let him fool you Paimon. I’ve never met a more loving and attentive person in all my life” you tilted your head to kiss his cheek. Xiao’s ears turned a shade of red at the display of affection. “I don’t ‘fool’ people. I just like my privacy” he tried to defend himself. Lumine and Paimon just watched the two of you in awe. They had never seen Xiao so…bashful? The way you were making him blush by simply just expressing your love and appreciation was a side of him they never expected.
“Dad! Dad!” one of the elder boys ran up to Xiao. “Is something the matter Haitao?” Xiao ruffled the boy’s hair. “You have to come look! Qingyuan learned how to do a flip just from watching you!” he tried to pull his father’s free arm. You unlinked your arms and smiled as the boy dragged your husband off down to the others.
You took a seat next to the Traveler again and watched your kids and your husband, “Knowing that Xiao has such good company and allies out there with him brings me so much more peace”. Lumine looked over at you and took note of the loving look in your eye as you watched over him. “He’s a good person. Whether or not he would ever admit that, I’m not so sure. Thank you for being there to remind him of the fact when I can’t” you reached over and fixed a strand of her hair. She wasn’t sure why, but her cheeks heated up at the gesture. It was one thing that you were an adeptus, but you were also absolutely beautiful and the aura you had was borderline intimidating. And yet you were so kind and gentle. “Xiao is amazing! And he’s super reliable. As long as we’re around he’s always gonna have allies!” Paimon reassured with her hands on her hips.
The kids were now finding flowers to put in Xiao’s hair. Xiahui was braiding a small section at the front of his hair while he sat there with your other girl, Chanxin, in his lap. He was helping her braid her hair because she ‘wants to look like her big sis’. “Mommy is going to love your new hair daddy!” Xiahui beamed as she finished the braid. “I’m sure she will sweetie” he smiled fondly at the girl and kissed her forehead. You smiled at the unfolding scene before you, as well as Paimon’s words.
“Good. That makes me happy”
#genshin imagines#genshin x reader#genshin fluff#xiao x reader#xiao fluff#genshin reader insert#xiao reader insert
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omggg, congrats on your milestone Fabi, i'm so happy for u <3🪷✨ for the request, uh- may i humbly suggest writing something with lee!Rafayel and ler!Reader? maybe using him as a canvas for real lol- i'm- i'm sorry it's just- ಥ‿ಥ🤌🏻
I didn't expect this many Rafayel's fans to show up in such a short amount of time, hahaha
But since you guys want to see him get got so much, who am I to disagree? ~
Also, my apologies to the last anon, but I'm smushing you together with the other two since it's the same characters, hope you don't mind!
Thin, thick, long and soft brushes, all scattered around your canvas. A color palette with different shades of red, yellow and orange, perfect to paint a beautiful sunset. If the canvas in question wasn’t putting so much effort in trying to run away, this would probably be the most peaceful painting session you ever experienced. But as Rafayel, a great and known artist once said, “chaos is a symbol of wisdom, every genius has a messy desk”.
“If you don’t stop moving, I’m going to have to start all over, Rafayel,” you tease him, keeping a firm grip around his wrists while you drag the paintbrush all the way from his forearm down to his ribs, leaving a light yellow trace behind.
“Sohohomeohohone, hehEHEHelp!! T-thihihis is tohohorturehEHEHE!!” Rafayel cried out as if this was some kind of murder attempt. However, no matter how much he pleaded or begged, his words wouldn’t make it to your heart - not this time, not after testing your patience for so damn long.
You click your tongue, shaking your head, pretending to pity the poor artists. “Torture? This is art, Rafayel. And art is supposed to be felt, right?” You smirked, not caring the least about the fresh drops of paint sliding down your canvas and tainting the floor underneath him. “Now, I think we could use some red here,” you explained calmly while Rafayel watched in horror while you dipped the paintbrush in the red ink and brought it back to your canvas - also known as his bare torso.
“NohoHOHOH!!” He laughed, kicking his feet like a little kid throwing a tantrum, but there was no way you were going to let him go this easy. “Plehehehease! I sahAHahaid I’m sohohorry!”
He twisted and turned his body away, trying to avoid at all costs the brush covered in ink that was dancing over his stomach, tickling his tummy with soft and quick strokes, one after the other, over and over again.
“You should feel sorry for making me work so hard just to paint a little,” you grunted, tightening your grip around his wrists while you circled his navel with the paint brush. With a sadistic look on your eyes, you admired his face - a complete mess of laughter, you could barely tell the drops of paint and the natural blush on his cheeks apart. Cute. “Now, I think we need to add another layer of orange here, the colors are a bit bland…”
“AHahAHAHA, i-it’s goohohohod! N-no mohohore lahahayers!!” He laughed, gasping when you tried to draw a little awkward-shaped sun on his chest. The redness on his cheeks was starting to spread down to his neck, the colors of his skin mixing with the ones from the ink, creating something that actually looked like a sunset - well, maybe if you squint your eyes a little, but still a sunset.
“Ahaha- p-please!” Rafayel wheezed, dropping his head back into the floor tiredly, trying to catch up his breath. His body trembled, tingling all over. “Y-you should let… t-the ink dry before… continuing…”
With the paintbrush still in your hand, you couldn’t help but laugh a little.
#900 followers milestone#milestone event#asks#anon#love and deepspace#love and deepspace tickling#rafayel#reader#rafayel x reader
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peeks in am i allowed to ask for your muu headcanons if you have any...
YES OMGGG my daughter I would love to talk about her!!!
- I think Mu would take up embroidering as a small hobby! She loves making designs, usually flowers, and she hangs them up in her room and on her school desk :D very proud of her creations!
- Haruka also loves to share his art book and sketches with her!
- Her and Yuno would do karaoke together often, and they would get extremely petty about it on whoever gets the higher score lol (it’s all in good fun tho :3)
- Baby Mu would frequent her mother’s modeling gigs a lot and just be in awe with how beautiful she is, she tries to copy her movements and stuff but falls to the ground because she’s too tiny 😭
- Iirc she mentioned tropical fish in one of her interrogation questions, so I think it would be cool if that was her special interest! Very knowledgeable on many species of aquatic life :3
- She would help tutor occasionally with English and French (I feel like Amane would be curious enough to learn some French phrases), along with helping kids read and write if they’re having trouble!
- It would be interesting if she just never learned how to swim well, so she has a bit of a fear of large bodies of water as a result and she doesn’t feel comfortable swimming in them. At the beach she’s more of the person sitting in the shade and tanning lol
- If she’s ever at the pool or something, Mappi and Mikoto would help her swim and encourage her, much to her embarrassment (she appreciates it secretly tho <3)
- I feel like she would try and sneak in alcoholic drinks at a teen party and she would fail horribly LMAO and then Shidou and Kazui would lecture her and tell her to at least be discreet about it 💀
- During Halloween, she is easily spooked and Futa likes to mess with her sometimes because of that. She “accidentally” throws him down the stairs the next day <3
- ALTHOUGH she is the top person when it comes to costumes and stuff, so she always goes all out for her Halloween costume, or any outfit in general for an occasion
- Kotoko, who is not so big on Halloween, would be dragged by Mu all around because she wants to make a good costume for her, and Kotoko in the end, would begrudgingly end up mumbling about how she likes it just a little bit, and Mu would clap and yell in her own personal victory ✨
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The new theme ...!! This background colour omggg I want this shade of lipstick , just ditto this !!! This is so so so beautiful 💜💜✨✨I am gonna take notes from you !! <3333333
Omggg thank you! It took me a while to choose me that colour but it was wirth it if you love it so much!<333
Also the way I wait for your opinion im patiently everytime I change my theme 🥹🥹
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Ok so I found your blog yesterday and omg words wouldn’t be able to describe how much joy your art has given me over the last 24 hrs. The way you draw Mario and Peach and the relationship between them is just,, mmmmm so freaking GOOD!! I had to stop myself from squealing too loud so my family didn’t think I was going crazy lol.
The way you do your colouring and shading just makes everything so beautiful (I have to point out your Rosalina, omg she looks like an angel). And now I’m just kinda rambling so I’m gonna stop myself or I most likely would keep going on forever,
Keep up the amazing work, I can’t wait to see what you come up with next!
Omggg, thank you so much!! 😍💗💫
Everytime someone tells me they like my art and my portrayals of these characters, I get ridiculously happy and could draw for hours. There's no better motivation than this! 🥺🥰
Thank you again for the lovely feedback. That made my day! ☺️🍄
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💋a new natural makeup routine💋
+product reviews 🛍
so, i recently got some new products that i felt would be really perfect for a more natural and dewy makeup look. i got the rare beauty under eye brightener and the new powder highlighter. i also got the too faced cloud crush blush in the shade velvet crush.
face:
i used glow recipes dew drops for a primer, a lot of my expensive makeup are just travel sizes i got as free samples or gift sets. but an alternative i like is the shop miss a aqua primer
i use the rare beauty under eye brightener, and it feels so good because the applicator is a metal ball and it’s supposed to depuff your eyes i think. it’s so perfect for no makeup days, no need to set it, and it blends effortlessly with just a finger.
shop miss a paw paw contour stick: yall… i really like this, it was the perfect cool toned contour because i’m pretty pale, and it honestly blends perfectly with a sponge and with the shape you can really draw your lines. also it’s $1.88. i like it better than the elf putty bronzer in feelin shady’, which i was liking, but this is way better.
i only used the too faced born this way concealer on my forehead and to spot conceal to avoid looking too cakey but giving coverage where i need it. a really good alternative for $13 is the sephora collection best skin ever concealer
omggg y’all. the new rare beauty powder highlighter is sooooooo good. i mean, it was literally a mouth dropping moment when i put it on. it has such a glass like, dewy shine and it is BEAMING like it is unreal. I had my bathroom lights off with the sun barely peeping through the window and you could literally still see it shining.
makeup forever ultra hd setting powder: i got this as a gift with a purchase from sephora and i only use a little on oily areas and i didn’t set my under eyes with it to avoid being too matte. it’s very brightening and blurring.
omggg the new TF cloud crush blush is sooo cute, it smells amazing, and i got the shade velvet crush and it’s the perfect neutral nude for a more natural day when you don’t want to use a bright pink. i bought this because i have way too many bright pink blushes.
eyes:
natasha denona shadow in shade flutter all over lids from the retro glam palette. i don’t have the palette, but i got a sample size from sephora. the shade is sooo pretty and shimmery , it reminds me of the white fenty diamond highlight
essence eye brightener: it’s just a normal nude liner, nothing special and it stays a decent amount of time but i’m just using it until i run out.
rare beauty mascara: i love this mascara so much, it’s pitch black, has great longevity, doesn’t flake, and really holds my lashes up all day. it’s really fierce that’s how i’ll describe it.
break up proof cream liner by wet n wild: it stays pretty nicely for the price, but also isn’t crazy hard to remove like some liners
brows:
elf bite size brow palette: sooo great if you like a quick natural brow, it comes with a clear wax, a tinted one, and 2 powders. this palette is best if you like a more natural brow i feel because the tinted wax isn’t very pigmented, but the powders are and you could bolden them. it’s really nice for $4
shop miss a aoa hold my brow soap: if you’ve been on my page for a while, you’ll see me mention this brand a lot. the epitome of quality affordable makeup. this brow soap will really hold your brows in place all day, and i prefer this over the clear wax in the elf bite size brow palette.
lips:
shop miss a wonder lip liner: these liners are affordable, buildable, blendable, and creamy!
tf hangover pillow balm: i love this product, it’s my 2nd tube and it’s very moisturizing, and you don’t absolutely have to have it, but it is my favorite high end lip balm so far.
tf lip injection extreme in strawberry: i’ve literally been obsessed with the too faced lip plumper since middle school. it’s been a repeat buy for me for years. it plumps my lips like no other brand, despite hearing crazy hype about a different product, i’m always brought back to this one because i feel like i haven’t found anything that compares yet. the color is also beautiful
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hey.. i just binge-read villain initiation after seeing your post about it ending the other day, and i just have to wonder why you would want to inflict such pain on your followers. It so good!!!!!! I swear to god it somehow made me tear up more than orv did (i had to stop many times while reading the last few chapters because my eyes were so blurry i couldnt appreciate the art (which is phenominal!!!!! I spent so long reading because i was just entranced by the lines and the shading and the poses and everything)). Its just so,,,,,, idk, but the characters! The themes! The parallels! The internal conflict!!! Its all so good!!! anyways, thank you for ruining my life by reccommending such a beautiful story, i hope youre having a wonderful day! :D -sorry about pseudo anonness, i just am super nervous lmao. Also sorry for any typos its about 2am while im writing this because i need to get my thoughts down after finishing such a great series
OMGGG IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT (and i hope u ahd a nice day as well!)!!! im so glad i get to rec this hidden gem to more people its SO genuinely amazing. i know the rough translation of the first few chapters and certain pacing points can make things hard to follow (certain chapters jumping around a lil too much is probably the one (1) critique i have of villinit) but i just!!! ilove villinit so much. i love the story. i love the characters. i love what they all have done and did do and will do for each other. and as you said the art is just STUNNING genuinely some of the nicest art and paneling i've ever seen in a web comic (much less a long-strip format one!). all the little outfits. all the character designs. all the emotions conveyed. the strength and painful clarity of the parallels and foils....honestly this one is villinits strongsuit imo. i just! i love villain initialization!
villinit is so genuinely GOOD like its a story about...so much. it about how isolated wrongs committed against each other are also larger wrongs committed against us all. it's about how this isn't an excuse for perpetuation. it's about desperately holding on. it's about throwing it all away. giving yourself the chance to change. recognizing the ability to do so within yourself. recognizing the ability in others. just what is guilt? what is blame? what is responsibility? what do these look like when you can turn back time? what do these look like when you actually can't? what does it all mean for us, individually? what does it all mean for us, when it comes to each other?
#genuinely smiling so big rn!#feel free to come into my inbox whenever i don't bite!#sorry anon is gonna be off for a bit longer i had some assholes in my inbox just over a weel ago and im Not dealing w that asjdhfg#ask#villinit
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omggg, impress your date for bard boys: "you said your ex never did these things, so i took it upon myself"
"Impressing your partner on a date" prompts (accepting!)
They don't speak often of Sanson's past lovers, but Guydelot, naturally curious, cannot help but ask, now and then. What were they like, he asks; what sort of things did you do?
So he learns of Mirabel, Sanson's first true sweetheart, a girl he'd loved at fifteen summers; a close friend who'd become something more for the space of six moons, before his dedication to the lancers' guild and hers to the conjurers' guild had pulled them in different directions. So he learns of Felix, the failed lover he has met, and how Sanson surrendered at last to the man's courtship, only for Sanson's passion for song to outweigh his passion for Felix.
It isn't jealousy that drives Guydelot's desire to hear more - and what right would he have to jealousy? He couldn't possibly hope to tell Sanson of every single one of the people who have shared his bed - but a kind of hunger, a starvation for every crumb of knowledge he can gather about the man he loves...
The man these others failed to love well.
"I'm a difficult man to love, I fear," Sanson once said, only half-jesting, as they lay together in a sun-dappled moment of respite beneath a tree.
Difficult to love, as though loving him isn't one of the easiest things Guydelot's ever done; as though it doesn't come as naturally as breathing. Guydelot doesn't now recall precisely what he said at the time, only that he knew then and there he needed to do something - something neither of Sanson's past lovers knew how to do.
"We're going out," he announces one day - one gloriously rare day, when both of them are free from any onerous duties.
Sanson, halfway through breakfast, blinks up at him. "And just where are we going?"
"Do you trust me?"
Those blue eyes narrow. "Despite my better judgment."
"Then I'll just say: out."
Several bells later, deep in the Shroud, he can still feel Sanson's suspicious, curious gaze on him. "Guydelot..."
"We're nearly there, Chief. It'll be worth it, I promise."
He'd asked after what sort of dates and outings Sanson's past lovers had taken him on, and the answers were straightforward enough - but they spoke to a misunderstanding of just what it took to romance Sanson Smyth, in Guydelot's none-too-humble opinion. That's the trouble with them, he thinks, and with the world at large: it's too easy to see the stiff young lancer and think that's all there is to him. After all, didn't Guydelot himself fall right into that same trap, thinking he knew what was what? It took reading the man's journal to see straight into his heart, and what Guydelot found there-
He pauses abruptly, turning on his heel so sharply that Sanson bumps into him; Guydelot snares the man in his arms and claims a deep, slow kiss, heedless of Sanson's startled, muffled yelp.
So much fire in him, and so much beauty! Difficult to love. Guydelot doesn't remember what it felt like not to love him.
He withdraws, slipping his hand into Sanson's.
Flushed, Sanson manages, "What-"
"Nearly there," Guydelot repeats, tugging the man along.
They reach his secret at last: a hidden glade, shaded by willows. A small stream tumbles over a rocky ledge somewhere high above, and the music of falling water fills the magical silence; the sounds of the outside world are swallowed up by the willows' trailing branches. Faint sunlight trickles through the trees. Sanson takes it all in quietly, turning in place.
"It's lovely," he says at last. "Guydelot-"
"Ah, but you haven't seen the best part," the bard says, patting a nearby low, flat stone. "Or heard it, I ought to say. Take a seat."
Baffled, the man does as commanded, and Guydelot takes up a position before him, harp in hand.
"A private performance," he declares, "from the world's foremost bard-" That earns a chuckle from Sanson, as intended. "-For the world's foremost lover of all things relating to song."
Sanson's gaze softens. "My very own concert."
"Aye." He plucks a note, lets it resonate in the quiet of the glade. "You once said you were a difficult man to love; that your other lovers didn't do this sort of thing-"
Color rises in Sanson's face. "I... I did say that-"
"So I took it upon myself." Another note. "Because here's the thing, Sanson the Stiff. Even if you were right about that - and you're not, let's be right clear, but even if you were-"
"Guydelot-"
"-You'd still be worth the effort." A quick flurry of notes, as though this is part of the song he intends to perform. Perhaps it is. "Aye, you've got me working hard these days, harder than I've ever cared to work in all my life, and I love every second of it, even when I hate it." He lets another note ring in the silence, then gently stills it with one finger, cutting off the sound. "And if your past lovers couldn't see that you deserved things like this, well, they never deserved you in the first place."
"Guydelot..." Sanson says again, then shakes his head. "Thank you."
"Thank you," Guydelot repeats.
And then he begins to play in earnest.
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IᑎᖴᗩTᑌᗩTIOᑎ
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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Hiya! Could you do smth where the reader is masturbating in her room thinking about Bucky. When then Bucky sneaks in your room hiding from Sam chasing him, he hears you moaning his name and gets flushed but instead of leaving he decides to help you out and show you that the real thing is better than imagining it ? :)) and maybe his POV too ? ☺️ thank you dear. I’d really crave some soft Bucky smut atm.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut!! Minors dni plz, fluff, soft!dom bucky
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: thanks for the request; this was supposed to be a blurb but it’s like three thousand words omggg i can’t stopp nfviuapfgvaioufv
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“Where is he?” Sam grabbed the counter and shouted startling the people gathered in the kitchen. Steve spilled his coffee, Wanda threw her apples, and Tony choked on his cereal milk coming out of his nose.
“Who!” Steve said angrily.
“Buck!” Sam growled.
“We don’t fucking know!” Tony yelled as Pepper cleaned him up with a napkin. Sam bolted out of the kitchen down the hall scanning for the soldier.
“Where are you, you fucking metal-armed freak!” he screamed.
Bucky on the other hand had slipped easily past your door; just barely cracking it to see an angry Sam Wilson stomping through the hall in search of Bucky. What for? Well, Sam has this fear roaches; he hates them, absolutely despises even the thought of a cockroach.
Bucky printed and cut out the silhouette of a huge cockroach and taped it to the inside of Sam’s bedside lamp so that when he sticks his hand under the shade, he’ll see the fake roach and hopefully scream in terror; well that was more than successful. Now Sam wanted to beat the shit of him for ruining his morning.
Sam was soon out of sight and Bucky breathed out a breath of relief closing the door completely; locking it just in case Sam tries to come into your room looking for him. You and Bucky were very close, almost too close as Steve would say. He was found with you in your room a lot, whether it’d be playing video games, or eating lunch while watching TV, or listening to music that Bucky missed out on.
He was in your room a lot so he knew you wouldn’t mind the unexpected visit. After you knew about his little prank; you would die of laughter if he told you about Sam’s reaction. Before Bucky turned around, he heard you.
“Buck,” you breathed out.
Bucky’s brows furrowed and when he turned around…
“Holy shit.”
ʜᴏᴜʀs ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ
“He’s gonna kill you,” you grinned at Bucky. He sat next to you with a pair of scissors in hand cutting out the black silhouette of that god awful roach.
“So worth it,” he smirked.
“You didn’t answer my question though, doll. Why are you up so early? Pretty girls like you need their beauty rest,” he nudged your arm with elbow, making you roll your eyes.
“I just couldn’t sleep. Was tossing and turning all night,” you told him.
“You know my bed is always available for cuddles that'll put you right to sleep,” he winked at you.
“You wish,” you retorted.
“Every night,” he said, making you feel shy.
Bucky smirked to himself knowing how his words affected you. It was no secret that was deeply infatuated with you; but you always declined his advances and he respected that always. But that didn’t mean he stopped his endless flirting; never failed to make you laugh.
“You’re so pretty,” he smiled at you.
“Shut up, Buck,” you shook your head, “I’m gonna head back to my room; try and get some shut eye for at least twenty minutes. Let me know how your little prank goes.”
“Will do.”
You shut your bedroom door and crawled languidly into your bed. You close your eyes and in doing so you’re met with those gorgeous cerulean blue eyes that haunted you every night. You immediately pop back up.
Goddammit, Bucky.
Fuck you and striking eyes. Fuck you and your perfect nose. Fuck you and kissable lips. And strong arms. And your hands, oh your hands… Stop!
Your body erupted into goosebumps and your stomach fluttered just at the thought of him. Fuck the things you’d let him do to you. Why haven't you, you ask? Well he asked you on a date and thinking it was some sort of bet with Sam, because men are assholes and it wouldn’t be the first that happened, you kindly declined.
The next day, Sam and Steve both said they didn’t know he was gonna ask you and had nothing to do with it. So you bolted to Bucky’s room only to find another woman curled to his side in his bed.
“Y/n,” Bucky’s eyes were wide with guilt.
“Hey, uh- I uh, I just wanted to ask um- what you wanted… for breakfast. I’m buying,” you breathed out a nervous chuckle.
“I’m ok-” As soon as you heard those words you bolted out of his room hearing him call your name. You weren’t particularly pissed off, or enraged but it kinda hurt.
Since then however, you don’t think you have seen Bucky even talk to another woman; even at one of Tony’s galas. And he always flirted and joked with you, even more this time than before. You weren’t going to lie, you both loved it and hated it. It gave you confidence while also ruining your panties with just a smile.
Speaking of ruined panties.
You tossed your sheets over and shimmied out of your pajama bottoms. You took your panties off too pulling one side back to shoot it into the laundry basket since those were going to be in desperate need of a wash.
You licked your fingers before pressing them against your burning pussy. You bit your lip stifling your moans as you circled your clit. You imagined Bucky’s hand instead of yours and you imagined him whispering dirty things in your ear.
Your other hand went under your shirt and kneaded your breast softly. You clenched your thighs together approaching your orgasm quickly when suddenly you were a loud scream echo in the building.
You instantly retracted your hand for a second remembering that Bucky had his little prank; Sam clearly found out now. But you soon put that aside and continued thinking about Bucky. He was so perfect; how could anyone look at him and not fall in love? He was so handsome and charming. And his physique. Holy hell, you would give anything to run your hands all over his muscled torso. Kiss up and down his chest and tell him how beautiful he was.
You wanted him pressed against you rutting his hips into you like there was no tomorrow. You wanted to feel his fingers touch you the way you're touching yourself right now thinking about him. You wanted to hear him groan and moan in your ear. You wanted all of him.
“Buck,” you finally moaned out.
“Y/n?”
“Oh god, Buck!” you shrieked grabbing your sheets to cover your modesty.
“Sorry, I uh- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in,” he stuttered covering his eyes.
“Why are you in here?” you asked him.
“Sam is chasing me and I sought refuge here,” he said.
“You can open your eyes; I’m decent now,” you mumbled.
Bucky slowly brought his hands down looking at you with a guilty expression. He walked up to your bed and sat hesitantly beside you. Your knees were tucked into you and your arms wrapped around them protectively. Heat crawled up your spine and you felt sweaty and embarrassed to be caught so vulnerably, especially by the man whose name you were moaning.
“I’m so sorry,” you said, avoiding his gaze.
“Don’t be, we all do it.”
“I know it’s- it’s still embarrassing,” you mumbled.
“Because?” you stayed silent not really wanting to say it out loud.
“Because you were thinking about me?” Bucky crawled closer to you pulling the sheet from your bare legs gracefully. Your breathing quicken rapidly, your chest heaving up and down.
“You know, I uh- I think about you too; all the time,” he whispered as he dragged his knuckles up your lower leg.
“You don’t have to imagine anymore. I’m right here. Just say the words and I’ll give everything,” he was so close; his fingertips ghosting the sides of your thighs.
“Bucky,” you breathed against his lips, “No, stop.”
Bucky instantly backed away, retracting his hands. He looked at you with confusion and you avoided his gaze once again.
“Buck, I know you just want to sleep with me-”
“Woah what! Did Sam tell you that? Fucking asshole, I’m gonna kill him,” Bucky got up but you pulled his hand back so he’d sit down again.
“No, you- ugh. When you asked me out, a long time ago, I thought you were doing a bet or something with Sam; so I said no to avoid any humiliation. I told Sam and he said he didn’t even know about it, that he had nothing to do with it. So I went to your room to tell you that I liked you back but you were… ‘busy’,” you explained.
Bucky casted his eyes and head down remembering that day vividly. He knew exactly what happened. He asked you out and when you said no he was crushed. He asked Thor if he had any mead with him; it was the only thing that could get him drunk. And he got on a bike and booked it to the closest nightclub.
Bucky finished Thor’s flask and he doesn’t even remember what happened that night. He woke up the next morning with someone in his bed and he freaked. He knew he fucked up and he regretted going out. Suddenly you barged through the door with a beautiful smile on your face but when you saw his unwanted guest, all the sparkle in your face died.
He didn’t see you the rest of the day and it killed him. The woman was nice and actually was very understanding so at least he had that going for him. From that day on Bucky didn’t even look at any other women, let alone give them an ounce of attention. His eyes were simply set on you in hopes one day you’d give him a second chance.
“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I know I fucked up and if you want me to leave, I will.”
“I’m not mad, we’re not together and you have every right to do that. It just kinda hurt that you moved on so fast,” you chuckled a bit.
“I didn’t! I… I just fucked up. I still want you, not just your body; even though you’re so fucking sexy,” he reached out and squeezed your thigh making you grin, as hard as you tried not to.
“I still think about you all the time. You’re so funny, and beautiful, and sexy, did I mention how sexy you are?” he said, making you laugh.
“Maybe once or twice,” you giggled.
“I don’t want you thinking that I’m using you. I like you a lot. And I know you like me,” he raised his eyebrow making you sheepish.
“Sorry about that again,” you chuckled.
“Don’t be. I can show the real thing instead, all you have to do is say the word,” he brushed his nose against yours. It was so tempting. He was just so irresistible. So all hell went out the window and you caved.
“Please,” you whispered.
Bucky pressed his lips languidly against yours, as if he’d done so a thousand times before. His hand slipped up your inner thigh and you gasped softly into Bucky’s mouth. He pushed his tongue in, swirling it around your and your neck craned back as he kissed you deeper.
His knuckles brushed your wet folds and you shuddered under his touch. His lips trailed down to your jaw and neck as his fingers stroked your folds circled your entrance. You laid back staring up at Bucky who quickly got rid of his shirt before bringing his finger back down to your pussy.
He slowly inserted a finger past your slick folds carfeully watching your face and the pleasure that was overcasted. You bit your lip staring into his eyes and Bucky grew hard simply from that. He pumped his finger in and out of you feeling your thighs wanting to press together from bliss.
“Bucky, please I need more,” you whined.
“Of course, my baby,” he smiled before adding another finger into your entrance. You moaned through gritted teeth feeling already full with just his fingers, you couldn’t imagine his cock. Your shirt had slowly ridden up exposing your belly. Bucky leaned down and kissed your skin, his lips feeling cold in contrast to your hot skin.
Bucky breathed heavy at the sight of you. You were so beautiful and Bucky felt his heart swell. He’s been pining after you for so long and now you were finally here writhing under him in ecstasy.
“You look so perfect, baby,” he whispered.
“Fuck, Bucky, your fingers feel so good,” you brushed your hands through his hair.
“Yeah, you wanna cum? You cum all over my fingers?”
“Yes! Please let me cum,” you arched your chest to the air.
“Come on, my baby. Let go.” You gushed all over his hand, your body spasming as you orgasmed.
“So fucking pretty,” Bucky removed his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. You moaned at the sight of him licking his fingers and you pulled him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue.
Bucky stood up and discarded his pants quickly grabbing his cock. He walked to you and you replaced his hand with your slowly moving up and down his shaft. You circled your thumb over his swollen tip and you could feel his body tremble in your hand.
“Fucking tease, aren’t ya,” he grabbed your jaw and you smiled cheekily.
He pulled your shirt off your body and his hands instantly went to your breasts, squeezing and pinching making you moan. His erection stood tall against your thigh and you grew needy for him.
“Please, baby. Please, I need you,” you held his face.
“I gotcha, don’t worry. I’m gonna take real good care of my baby. I’m here,” Bucky whispered in your ear.
He slowly pushed into you, his cock stretching you out. You whimpered at the feelin, never having felt so full before. Bucky kissed the skin below your ear as he slowly bottomed out. He stayed that way for a moment and soon you started wiggling your hips desperately asking him to move but he wouldn’t.
“Stop moving, doll. I just wanna feel ya,” he kept his face buried in your neck.
“Bucky,” you breathed out.
“I know baby, you’re fucking tight. Squeezing me already too,” he chuckled.
You continued letting out whines and whimpers and Bucky’s heart nearly exploded. He propped himself on his elbows looking lovingly down at you and moved his hips back before pushing back in. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. Bucky kissed you senselessly, moaning deeply into your mouth. His hips thrusted wildly in and out of you, making your toes curled.
“Fuck, baby girl. You’re taking me so well; such a pretty baby,” he praised.
You couldn’t form proper words; everything fell from your lips when you tried. Bucky is completely ruining you. Rutting into your hips, surely to leave bruises, he grazed your g spot perfectly pulling loud moans from you everytime.
“Ya feel that? Feel how deep I’m fucking this perfect little pussy?” Bucky grabbed your hand placing it on your lower stomach where you could feel his cock poking your hand with each thrust.
“Fuck, baby. You’re fucking me so fucking good, I’m gonna cum,” yoou whimpered.
“Say my name when you do baby. I want everyone in this goddamn building to know you’re mine,” his hips became sporadic.
“Oh fuck; James!” you chanted his real name, surprising Bucky. He wanted you to say ‘Buck’ like you always do but hearing his first name fall from your lips, he only ever wanted to hear you say it reminding him of this very moment forever.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he grunted before spilling inside you. He coated your velvety walls with his hot cum and that was enough to make you fall off the edge too. Your eyes rolled back and your nails dragged harshly down his back. You protruded your chest up to his and Bucky could feel your perked nipples on his skin.
He watched you with pure infatuation. Your face quickly relaxed to a tired and bliss expression. You breathed heavily out trying to settle your breathing. Bucky looked at your lips and captured them on his own one last time before running to your bathroom to clean you up.
“You are so beautiful, my baby,” he whispered.
“Fuck, that was so good,” you said fervorly, pulling his flush against your body by his neck.
“And it’s-” he was interrupted by your phone ringing beside you.
“It’s Steve,” you told him before looking at the time at the top left of your screen. You were twenty minutes late to your morning session with Steve. You gasped covering your mouth with your hand in shock.
“I’m late to my early sesh with Steve,” you laughed hysterically.
“Here, let me,” Bucky grabbed your phone sitting up to talk to Steve.
“Buck no,” you crawled behind him trying to grab your phone but not having the energy to chase his hand.
“Hey, Y/n’s busy.”
You heard a muffled voice, “Doing what, Buck?”
“Sucking my dick,” he said with absolute no hesitation.
“Buck!” you snatched the phone from his hand.
“Sorry, Steve. I got a bit… distracted. I promised I’ll make it up,” you told him.
“First of all, gross. Second of all, I’m happy for you two; you’re good together,” he said.
“Thanks, Stevie. I’ll see ya later.”
“Stevie?” Bucky asked, unamused.
“Oh shut up, Buck. You just embarrassed me telling him I was sucking your dick,” you nudged him.
“You don’t want to suck my dick?”
“Ugh Buck!” you buried your face in your hands.
“Of course I do,” you said, making Bucky tackle you down pressing kisses all over your face.
“Well, this was quite an eventful morning,” he joked.
“It sure was. What do you think happened with Sam?”
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“And he put a roach in my lampshade,” Sam cried, actual tears. Nat was trying her absolute hardest to not laugh as was Wanda; gripping onto each other’s arms in hysteria.
“It’s ok, Sam,” Steve soothed him rubbing his back.
“God, where’s Y/n? We were supposed to start training twenty minutes ago,” Steve grumbled, staring at his watch.
“Call her,” Tony said.
Steve stepped aside and Sam continued to cry telling them how he chased him and he knew he ran into your room but it was locked. Nat and Wanda looked at each other grinning like idiots hoping what they think happened happened. Steve came back with a soft proud smile on face.
“What happened with Y/n?” Tony asked.
“She uh, she had to cancel, but it’s cool,” he looked at the girls who smiled knowingly.
“She’s with Bucky isn’t she,” Sam grunted.
“Yeah, yeah she is,” Steve said, making Sam cry again because he’s not gonna be able to beat the shit of Bucky anymore.
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heyyy congratulations on 100 followers! i love your writing and am so happy to see you reach this milestone 😁
can i get a 💦 for george weasley having an innocence kink with a hufflepuff girl (if you want to be specific) thank you so much and congrats again!
Hi lovely! omggg that means so much to me, Thank you <3
Warnings: Smut! Swearing! Innocence/Corruption kink, praise, oral (female receiving)
Taglist: @amourtentiaa @love-peachh (MESSAGE/ASK IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED)
Word Count: 1.6K
Prompt(s) used: none
Summary: I don’t know what to put for a summary hahaha, just a whole lotta smut, Georgie boy gets spicy in the bedroom ;)
Masterlist
S/C=Skin colour
You won’t disappoint
George Weasley x Fem! Hufflepuff Reader
Y/N and George had been dating for close to 9 months now. They were perfectly happy together, they laughed, they kissed, they absolutely adored one another. However, contrary to popular belief it would seem, George and Y/N had never gone further than a few heated make-out sessions.
Y/N knew she wanted to do more with him, but in all honesty she was nervous. She had never done anything with anyone before George, including kissing. She loved him with all her heart and trusted him, but she didn’t want to let him down due to her lack of experience. Although it was safe to say that the possibility that Y/N could still be a virgin turned George on more than ever, he loved to fantasise that he would be the first one, to make her feel good.
Currently Y/N was snuggled up with George on his bed, laying her head on his stomach, as he had his left arm round her waist, and in the right hand he held a book. Y/N pressed her face further into his chest, debating on whether or not to tell him that she is ready. George however, could sense that something was on her mind and placed his book down, kissing her on the forehead.
“What’s on your mind, darling?”
Y/N sighs contently, breathing in his scent before looking up at him. “I think I'm ready Georgie”
George raises his eyebrow “ready for what?”
Y/N can feel her cheeks start to burn up, knowing that he will be able to see the dark red shade, slowly spread across her face. “t-to have, uhm, to have sex w-with you”
George raises her chin with in fore and middle finger, leaning down and placing a sweet, gentle kiss to her lips. “Are you sure?”
Y/N nods her head “But I should tell you something first Georgie” now her nerves brimming up with every word, and every thought of every possible outcome.
“What is it, darling?” he asks softly rubbing his left hand up and down her back soothingly.
Y/N chews on her lip nervously and inhales deeply “I’ve never had sex before” she says looking down, refusing to meet his eyes. George however, lifts up her chin making her look at him “That’s ok princess, I would never judge you for being a virgin if that’s what your scared about” he smiles, she shakes her head “It’s not that, I just- I don’t want to be bad at it and disappoint you” he frowns slightly “You could never disappoint me princess” He leans down placing a sweet kiss on her lips, which in no time because a lot more heated and hungry. Each of their tongues battling for dominance over the other, George brings his hands to massage Y/N’s hips, earning a small moan to come from her. George grins into the kiss, flipping them round so that Y/N is on her back, and he is hovering over her.
He leans down and begins to kiss her neck, sucking and biting slightly, moans falling from Y/N’s lips. “You’re so pretty Y/N, you know that?” he speaks softly before continuing to kiss her neck, up her jaw, and finally kissing her soft lips. His hands go to the hem of her shirt “Can I take this off darling?” he questions waiting for a response, she nods her head “yes”.
Once her shirt is off and over her head, George takes his time to admire his girlfriend below him, her beautiful curves, and soft S/C, he absolutely adored the way she looked “So pretty darling” he leans down kissing a trail down her chest to her stomach, again leaning up giving her a reassuring kiss on her lips. “Take off your shirt please Georgie” she bites her lip, nervous that she made it awkward, George smiles up at her, pulling his shirt over his head, Y/N’s mouth almost dropping at the sight infant of her, George’s pale, freckled torso was breath-taking, his toned muscles and abs making it all the more hotter.
“Like what you see darling?” he asks, chuckling slightly at the expression on her face, Y/N just nods, and George begins kissing and sucking on her stomach wrapping his fingers round the hem of her skirt, she lifts her hips slightly allowing him to take it off. George trails kisses down her legs and then back up her inner thighs.
“Please Georgie” she whines
“Gotta take my time and make you feel good princess, before I destroy your sweet little pussy” he smirks leaving purple marks on her inner thighs.
Y/N could feel the wet patch begin to form on her panties at George's words. She reached round her back unclasping her bra, feeling brave. When George looked up, she could see his eyes grow darker with lust, he wastes no time in climbing up, taking her left nipple in his mouth and massaging the other. “Oh Georgie” she moans at the new sensation.
She reaches her hands down and begins to fumble with the belt on his trousers, easily unbuckling it and throwing it to the ground before making her way to unbutton his trousers. Moans escaping her mouth every so often making her stop, as George began to bite softly on her nipple. Once unbuttoned George stands up and takes off his trousers leaving the both of them only in their underwear.
“Can I make you feel good princess, wanna taste you so bad, show you how good I can make you feel” he says before slowly pulling her panties down, exposing her glistening heat to him. “Please Georgie” she moans.
He leans down placing a kiss to her, before beginning to lick up her folds, sucking on her clit. This feeling being so new and so good to Y/N she bucks her hips and moans out loudly, “Taste so good baby, but you have to be still for me ok?” he says wrapping her legs round his shoulders, gripping onto her thighs in order to keep her legs open.
Y/N grabs George’s fiery hair as she feels a warm sensation in her stomach she has never felt before “G-Georgie, my stomach” she whines “It’s ok princess, just means you’re close, you gonna cum for me darling, wanna taste all of you, go on be a good girl, cum all over my face” he dips back down thrusting his tongue in and out of her.
With a loud moan of George’s name, Y/N starts to see stars as she cuts all over his face, George soaking up every last drop with his tongue, making lewd noises to fill the room.
“Done so well for me baby, tasted so good too, how did that feel?”
“Felt so good Georgie”
“Yeah? now I'm gonna take your little pussy and own it, belongs to me now darling, gonna destroy it”
“Please Georgie, destroy me”
“Alright princess” he reaches down pulling off his boxers allowing his hard member to spring free and slap his stomach. Y/N’s eyes grow wide at the size of him. George notices this and reassures her “don’t worry princess I'll be careful and slow at first” he pecks her lips before rubbing his tip up and down her folds gathering her juices.
“You ready princess?” he asks, she nods her head closing her eyes as he starts to enter her, she winces in pain, the tearing feeling of being stretched bringing tears to her eyes. George kisses her forehead “Doing so well darling, can I keep going I'm almost all the way in” she opens her eyes, a few tears slipping down her cheek which are rubbed away by George, before nodding her head.
Once he’s all the way in, he peppers Y/N’s face with kisses “I’m sorry darling, the pain’ll go away soon, then I’ll make you feel so good”
After a minute or so of getting used to his size Y/N gave George a nod, indicating that he could move. Once George had started to move in and out of her Y/N had never known she could get so much pleasure from a person before “Oh my God, Georgie, feels so good!” she moans looking down at his member disappearing into her, he chuckles slightly “Am I making you feel good princess? fuck- your so tight clenching round my cock baby” he groans in her ear, putting his face in the crook of her neck, biting slightly and picking up his pace.
The room filled with the noise of their skin slapping and moans escaping their mouths. “F-faster please George, need it” without hesitation George quickens his thrusts, making Y/N closer to her release as she feels that warm sensation in her stomach that she did earlier, “Come on baby, cum for me, cum on my cock, let me see you” he groans looking into her eyes deeply.
With a screaming moan, Y/N releases onto George her walls tightening against his cock, “That’s it princess, good girl, I'm almost there” his thrusts become sloppier as he is closer to his own release. With one final groan, Y/N can feel George cumming inside of her, coating her walls with his cum. She moans at the sensation.
George takes a minute to catch his breath before pulling out of Y/N with a hiss, kissing her passionately before lying down beside her.
“That felt so good George” Y/N says as she moves closer to him. George wraps his arm around her waist, “I’m glad you enjoyed it darling” he kisses her forehead. He can see her eyes become droopy, “Let’s get you cleaned up before we sleep darling” he leaves the bed coming back over with a cloth.
“There we go, get some rest princess”
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So…when I was reading your tags, I couldn’t help thinking of the time this summer I read something so beautifully written I actually just broke down crying…not bc it moved me but bc it made me so depressed that I’d never write anything that wonderful. It wasn’t a sobbe fic, tho I have been overwhelmed at the skill and beauty of other people’s writing so many times (and desperately wished I was that good); it was the opening paragraph of Fahrenheit 451. Not what you’d expect, lol. I don’t know if that’s what you meant when you mentioned reading about them, but that’s what I thought of. I never had this problem before I started writing. I could just enjoy it. Now reading makes me think about writing. So interesting. <33
No omggg that’s exactly it!! But with me it’s with fics and not so much books which is weird bc in my mind it’s like with books everything is so beautifully written and it’s makes me feel emotions but I know that that’s because they’re an author and they’ve gone through multiple drafts and a whole editing process and it’s also like their whole job to write and make it good yk so when I read something like that from a book I’m able to enjoy it and not really be thinking about my own writing
But when it’s fics I can’t help comparing myself sometimes bc we’re all doing this in our spare time and we all have our writing process and dwindling motivation but the end result still makes me cry bc everything everyone (including you) writes is so wonderful 🤧 now, I have learned to just let the comparing go and not worry about it so much but I still have the people pleaser in me that’s like I have to write what people want and what I think they’ll like and I have to write it beautifully up to the standards of my own writing bc now it feels like there is an expectation of how my writing is supposed to sound like skdjjd my username is literally Createdforyou AKDJDBSH
And that’s why I was so into drawing the past couple of weeks because with drawing there’s like no pressure for that at all. It’s just a bunch of lines. I look at a picture and I try to recreate the lines and shading, that’s all, and I’m not really worrying about it being perfect bc after all it’s for my own enjoyment. So, I think I have to learn to do that with my own writing and be self-indulgent sometimes and write something messy and not polished once in a while idk skdjdj like I have been writing on the side but I’ve just been taking my time
But another thing I wanted to say is that this fandom has given me a lot of comfort the past two years and I’m so thankful for all the support and kudos and comments and when they come from such talented writers (again you included) it just reassures me that how I’m writing is okay and ahhhh idk 🙈 just makes me all 🥰🥰💕🥰💕🥰💕 inside so thank you for that!! 💕💕💕
#if music be the food of love#ally💕#I feel like I didn’t explain all that completely#like another one of my insecurities is about the vibes of the plot and writing and conflictions about how I want them to be#like do i want it sexy raunchy sweet tender soft angsty fluffy a mixture of all???#sjdjjjf anyways sorry this is an essay long loool
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CONGRATS ON 100 MAE!!! i love your writing, so can i get a 🥰 for kitty?
THANK YOU SO MUCH OMGGG!! <333 this is way longer than i meant it to be but i had so much to say hahhaha
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I shouldn't have come.
It was Kit’s first thought as soon as he stepped through the portal.
Holy shit, its hot. That was the second.
Despite growing up in LA, the three years he’d spent in the English rain had clearly changed his body’s temperature regulations. He was used to all encompassing grey dampness - seriously, how can one country have four seasons but they’re all just different variations of rain? - and the scorching sun hurt his eyes and made him sweat uncomfortably.
He took a deep breath, remembered all the advice about ‘just being himself’ that his dad had given him, and made his way up the path.
Inside the LA Institute was much the same hustle and bustle as before. It was like stepping into one of his dreams. Kit was greeted with a whirlwind of kind words and hugs, swiftly chased into the kitchen and handed a steaming cup of tea - “because, you know, you're English now!” Dru smiled brightly - and a chocolate chip cookie. Everybody was asking how he was, what he’d been up to, how were Mina, and Jem, and Tessa, how was his training going. Emma was particularly interested in the answer to that last question, and pulled him aside later to suggest training together so she could give him all kinds of tips and tricks. He realised, with a jolt, that he was slightly taller than her now.
The only person who didn’t greet him was Ty.
As he absentmindedly answered everybody’s questions, he glanced around the kitchen anxiously. Ty was the reason he was here. Maybe not officially, and maybe it wasn't something Kit wanted to tell everyone, but it was the truth regardless. After everyone was finished, and people began to wander away to get back to their day, Kit pulled Julian aside.
“Hey, do you... uhm...,” He ran a worried hand through his hair. “Have you seen Ty?”
Julian gave him a sad sort of half smile. “I think he went down the beach.”
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The water was even bluer than he remembered, and the sand was warm between his toes. He made his way along the beach, trainers and t-shirt in hand. It was too hot for either of them. He was glamoured, so he wasn't worried about mundanes seeing the Marks that now twined their way along his strong arms and chiseled stomach. Sometimes, he had to do a double take when he looked in the mirror because he still didn’t recognise himself, even now. He still thought of himself as the scrawny, lanky, awkward-looking boy of years past.
He kept scanning the beach over and over again, looking for any sign of Ty. There were none.
He kept walking.
He kept walking until he recognised the cave that Ty and he had met with Shade - well, Ragnor Fell - in and a sudden pang shot through his heart at the memory. He walked in slowly, automatically reaching for the witchlight Ty had given him, when he realised he didn’t need it. The cave was already lit.
Kit froze in the small, corridor like hollow at the front of the cave. He stared, wide eyed, at various candles that were littered around the room, the books that were stacked neatly in the corner, and the small, wooden table and camping chair that sat in its centre. But mostly, he stared at the figure sitting at the table. Beautiful. His head was bent over a small gaming console, the Herondale necklace hanging next to Livvy’s locket at his throat, long fingers moving rapidly, black hair curtaining his face, headphones over his ears. Kit blinked, sure he was seeing things, but no.
He’d found Ty.
He drank in the image of him in the dim light. He was taller now, his legs longer, but he had the same slender build. Kit saw the small muscles rippling in his arms under the grey t-shirt he was wearing as his fingers worked. He nearly collapsed. It had been so long, so long since he'd held him on the roof of the London Institute, so long since he’d told him that he loved him, so long since he’d watched him from afar on the beach for the final time, and yet he still felt his heart rate increase and he still wanted to run his hands through the muddle of black hair on his head and he still wanted to part his lips with his own. He still felt the same.
Ty must have sensed the fact he was being watched then, because he turned his head and looked at Kit. His grey eyes, shining like two silver rings in the candlelight, widened in surprise and he stopped playing his game. He was staring at Kit’s chest.
Kit was suddenly acutely aware of the fact he didn’t have a top on. He felt himself flush.
Ty pulled his headphones off, putting them around his neck. The inside of Kit’s wrist throbbed at the sight.
The silence was deafening. They were both just staring; Kit at Ty’s earphones, Ty at Kit’s chest.
Finally, after what was probably seconds but felt like hours, Kit had to say something.
“Uhm.... hey.” He gave a small, awkward wave. Smooth, dumbass.
Ty flicked his eyes away and stared fixedly at the cave wall directly ahead of him. His mouth was in a hard line, and his right hand was tapping out a fast rhythm on the arm of his chair. Kit swallowed hard.
“Why did you leave me?” Ty said, his voice barely above a whisper
Kit felt his heart break in two, right then and there. Tears welled up in his eyes. It took everything in him not to go over and put his arms around Ty, but he knew he wouldn't want that. He dropped to his knees instead, bending his head so his blonde hair would hide his face.
“Because,” his ragged voice caught in his throat. “Because I loved you. Because I still love you, even now. Because you're the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. Because I want to be near you all the time.” Every thought, every word, he’d been holding in for three years seemed to be tumbling out. He didn’t stop them. “Because you make me laugh. Because I want to be there for you. Because i dream about you. Because i need you.” He put his head in his hands as a sobbed racked his body. He could feel Ty looking at him.
“You left because you love me?” The confusion was clear in Ty’s voice.
Kit took a deep, shaky breath. “Yes. But I mainly left because you don’t love me.” It was not accusatory: his voice was hollow and tinny in his own ears.
“But Kit, I do love you.”
Kit snapped his head up.
“What?”
“I do love you.” Ty got up, placed his console on the table and came to sit cross legged in front of Kit, looking directly into his eyes. “Why do you think I’m in this cave? Why do you think I’m wearing this necklace?” He pointed at the Heron. Kit shrugged. “I’m here because this is a place we were together. I come here when i want to be with you. And I wear this because it’s the closest thing I have to being yours. It makes me feel closer to you.” Ty looked down at his hands then, and even in the dim light, Kit could see he was blushing.
“But... but....” It was Kit’s turn to be confused now. “Why didn’t you come to see me today? I had to come and find you. You weren’t there.” He was aware he sounded like a whining child, but he couldn't help it.
"I’m sorry. I just didn’t know what to say, and i didn’t know want to say anything in front of the others, and i thought you might...” His voice wavered. “I thought you hated me.”
“Oh, Ty,” Kit reached out for his hand, instinctively, and Ty let him take it. “I could never hate you, not ever.”
Kit turned his own wrist over to show the small outline of Ty’s headphones he had tattooed there. Ty traced it with his finger wonderingly. His touch sent chills all the way through Kit’s body.
“I have spent the last three years waking up every morning and loving you even more than i did the day before, even when i didn’t think that was possible.” Kit’s voice was low and steady. Ty laced their fingers together. “I have spent the last three years dreaming about you, and crying when i realise you're not there.” Kit leaned forward, putting his face level with Ty’s. “I have spent the last three years running away from the best person i’ve ever met,” he dropped his voice to a low whisper. “But i don’t I don’t want to run anymore.”
And then his lips were on Ty’s, and everything in the world made sense.
#kitty#mae 100#kitty fanfiction#the dark artifices#tda#kit herondale#ty blackthorn#dru blackthorn#julian blackthorn#emma carstairs#tsc#the shadowhunters chronicles#shadowhunters#tessa gray#jem carstairs#mina carstairs#tsc fanfiction
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I'm sure Joker LOVES your hair!!! He'll probably tell you that the green color looks much better on you than it does on him. Or that you two are now an even more adorable couple (than you are anyway) and that he wants everyone to know that you belong together, that you are his beautiful wife👀👀🥺❤️❤️
Omg, I hope I'm not completely wrong with my assumptions🙈🙃 If I am, I apologize to you. But let me tell you that you are beautiful, darling!! Inside and out. Your hair is absolutely stunning💚💚 Sending you lots of love!!
Sueeeee ~ 🥰🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖💖
OMGGG I hope so!!!😱😱😱😱 As I said in previous asks, my mum and aunt surprised me with this - I had no idea I was getting it dyed, and mum told me that she picked out this shade of green for me because she knew I would want to match with Joker and her supportiveness always makes me 😭😭😭😭😭 hhhhhh omg thank you darling hasdfghjk the way you ship Erileck makes me weak🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗
I love Joker so much omggggg ~ I will say that I do miss my natural hair colour, though, because that's my Papa's colour, so I hope he doesn't mind that it's dark green for the foreseeable future.🤣
You're not wrong at all in your assumptions darling omg you're always very perceptive and intuitive hasdfghjkl thank you for your kind words, angel.🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗💗You are beautiful inside and out and all who know you are so very fortunate!!! You're such an incredible person hasdfghjk thank you darling omg I'm sending you so much love too and lots of hugs!!!💜💜💜
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asahi is born. (f)
☙ pairing: dabi x reader
☙ theme: domestic/dad dabi
☙ cw/tw: pregnancy, labor/birth, domestic fluff
☙ a/n-request: Omg I've got the dabi baby fever too, could I request more?? Maybe dabi holding his son for the first time? Something super fluffy omggg
Dabi stood back, hands on his hips and sweat on his brow as he examined the finished crib he had put together. The black and white piece of furniture looked simple but it was a bitch to piece together. The colors of it contrasted with the abstract wall behind it, painted in three inter-crossing triangles of white and two different shades of grey, the white one full of black polka dots. Looking around Dabi was satisfied as his sons room was finally finished, all the furniture, decor, lights and toys in their assigned spots.
“Oh you’re done!”
The ex-villain turned around to see you leaning on the door frame smiling, one hand rubbing your pregnant belly. He smiled back and nodded, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm and wrapping his other around you as you walked over and stood next to him. He turned his head to kiss the tops of yours and you hummed.
“Yeah, fucking finally. It only took 2 days!”
“And it looks great! Thank you babe, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you smiled and kissed your husbands chest as your arms wrapped around him.
“You’re such a kiss-ass you know that? What do you want?” He smirked and brushed your hair out of your face.
You giggled and bit your lip, knowing it was Dabi’s weakness.
“Well the baby is gonna be here any day and I wanted to start packing our things for the hospital, the only problem is –“
“Your short pregnant ass can’t reach the bags.”
Dabi finished your sentence and you nodded.
The man kissed your forehead one last time before you parted from each other. He told you to go ahead and gather things while he tossed out the crib boxes and other trash and he’d be there to help out. Smiling, he leaned down to let you kiss his cheek and you left the baby room. Dabi watched with loving eyes as you exited and he started to gather all his trash and bring it outside. Before going back inside Dabi sat on the front door steps and smoked a cigarette, knowing he’d only be able to suck down these cancer sticks until his son made his arrival.
As smoke left from his lips, Dabi thought about the past 9 months and how they were the most stressful yet most amazing months of his life. Before you announced your pregnancy Dabi was still part of the LOV, that’s how he met you, during an attack. You weren’t a villain and you weren’t a hero, you had a quirk but it wasn’t something fancy or anything you could defend yourself with. How he fell in love with you in the first place was beyond him, normally he’d deem someone like you weak but it was that first look you gave him, it only took that one look to make him want to have you instead of just leave you behind in the ruble.
Since then you turned his world upside down. Dabi wasn’t always happy with his villainous lifestyle but that’s all he knew and he figured that it was all he’d ever know. People looked at him in disgust or fear because of his disfigured appearance, which was the reaction he was going for, but you only looked at him with wonder and no fear. Soon that look turned to adoration and love. Even though you knew of his choices and his past mistakes, of his kill-streak and ideologies, you didn’t care. You knew Dabi would never hurt you or let any harm come to you, which was true, he’d engulf the entire world in blue fire all for you. It was different having someone yearn for him and show him affection, it took awhile for him to get used to actual love and not just lust. But once he crossed that threshold he was head over heels for it. He lived to hold you and keep you warm, to shower you with kisses and make you laugh.
His colleagues knew of your existence and Dabi threatened every single one of them if they so much as looked in your direction or even thought about coming between you and him. As time went on, the LOV could see a shift in their most useful member, Shigaraki always had his doubts about Dabi’s loyalty to the cause so when out of nowhere Dabi had took off without so much as a word, he didn’t bother tracking the patchwork villain down. He was out of his hair and not his problem anymore. The only one who knew of Dabi’s whereabouts was Kurogiri, he was the only one who knew about the seed growing inside of you as well. In fact the warping man helped Dabi out with finding a place and securing more than enough funds to last him and his new family a lifetime. Why the man helped him out, Dabi didn’t know, but he never questioned it and he was grateful.
Since then, you and Dabi had moved from the slums of Japan and to Australia of all places. It was off the wall and no one would think to look there, plus no one knew who Dabi was, giving him that clean slate. It was an adjustment for the both of you, but you quickly came to love your new home and knew it was the perfect place to raise your first child together. The two of you married, it was extremely private and only between the two of you. Dabi was hesitant at first, wanting to give you something more than just a courthouse ceremony, but you left your family behind years ago for reasons of your own and all you had now was Dabi and your future child, and that was all you needed.
Taking another drag of his cigarette Dabi grinned realizing he really had a damn good life and it was only going to get better in a few short days. He relived the last 9 months, your mood swings, disgusting cravings, your whining and disgust over yourself and how huge you were. Dabi thought you were still the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. Pregnancy definitely looked good on you, despite what you thought. Your skin was flawless, as always, but had this ethereal glow to it. Your eyes were so fucking bright and clear, Dabi could always see his own reflection in them. Then there was your adorable pregnant stomach, you said you were ginormous but you really weren’t, your proportions were perfect. Sometimes Dabi couldn’t resist his urges and would play or nuzzle your breasts as they grew bigger, making you whine and groan on days they hurt. Other times he’d relish in laying in bed with you, his hands wandering the vast expanse of your bare stomach and his ear pressed to it as he listened to the life inside of it.
He loved waking up before you, cuddling you close and resting his chin on your shoulder as he rubbed your belly. He loved how his patchwork skin looked against your flawless skin. Dabi would lay there making silent promises to you and his unborn child, vowing to be the most amazing father you could both ask for. He wouldn’t be like his old man, he’d love and cherish every moment, every messy, chaotic, stressful, funny, beautiful and wonderful moment. If his son had a quirk like his, he’d help him harness control over it and not let it cloud his mind. He wanted his son to be the very little bit of good he had left within himself. He just wanted the entire world for his son, and for you. Dabi had no doubts or fears about whether he could do this, fatherhood, he was very confident that if there was something he didn’t know how to do then he’d figure it out, with you by his side he could do anything.
Dabi finished his cigarette, smashing it into the concrete beneath him and walking to the dumpster to throw it away, along with the almost finished pack he had in his pocket. He made his way back inside, washed his hands until they no longer reeked of menthol and nicotine, brushing his teeth after before going to gather the bags your needed. Once he finally found you in the bedroom, you had the baby bag out already and were stuffing it with the essentials. Dabi smiled and walked over, placing your bag on the bed.
“Alright angel, what do I need to get?”
After an hour of bickering and giggling, all your hospital bags were packed. Dabi even installed the car-seat and put all the bags in the vehicle so they’d be ready to go and not forgotten had you gone into labor so suddenly. You sighed and fell back on the bed, your arms stretched out as you sunk into the mattress. You were totally exhausted and not really in a great mood. All day long you had these intense cramps, they weren’t unbearable just uncomfortable. They’d come and go in waves, making your face twitch as your jaw clenched in reaction. You sat up and rubbed your belly thinking to yourself.
“There’s no way its contractions right? Maybe it’s just me being hungry, I haven’t eaten all day long.”
Dabi walked back into the room and saw you in the middle of thinking. He smirked and walked over, squatting down before you and placing a hand on your knee. “Don’t think too hard, you might hurt yourself!”
You rolled your eyes and miserably kicked at him, causing him to laugh and squeeze your knee.
“How about you get a shower, you look beat to hell. I’ll go get dinner started.”
You smiled and ran a hand through your husbands spiky black locks, his turquoise eyes glimmering at you.
“I think I’ll do just that, thank you Dabi, for everything.”
“Don’t sweat it angel, now come on, I’ll help you out,” he replied.
Standing to his feet, Dabi took your hand and helped you stand up, his other palm cupped your chin, making you look up at him. His hand released yours and fell to your stomach rubbing it gently as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips. You smiled at him when he pulled away, reaching out and touching his patchwork cheek.
“I love you Da – ah!”
You groaned and screwed your eyes shut as you clutched your stomach.
Dabi’s eyes widened as he rested a palm on your shoulder. You inhaled sharply and bared your teeth, trying to breathe deeply as a sharp pain crashed over your lower abdomen.
“(Y/N) you okay, what’s wrong?” He asked, worry lacing his words.
“It’s just a cramp Dabi, I’m fi – ineeeee,” you dragged out as your knees suddenly buckled.
Dabi caught you before you could collapse, panting in his arms and gripping his shirt with desperation. “That doesn’t seem like ‘just a cramp’ (Y/N). Has this been happening all day?”
“…sort of but it’s noth –“
“Bullshit, you’re having fucking contractions. Why didn’t you tell me some – never-mind, I’m getting your shoes and we’re leaving,” Dabi hissed as he sat you on the bed and went to grab your shoes from the living room.
When he came back you were holding your stomach and your breathing was becoming labored as you barred your teeth. Dabi shook his head and knelt before you, holding his hand out for your foot. You grit your teeth and shook your head.
“NOW (Y/N)!”
“I can’t! I - I can’t do this, what if ... what if I’m a t-terrible mom!”
Dabi stared at you, his turquoise eyes full of shock as you cried out with so much fear that your voice cracked, tears starting to stream down your face. He smirked and chuckled, making you look at him confused as to what was so fucking funny at the moment. He stood to his feet, leaning over to be eye level with you as he cupped your face in his hands.
“First off, it’s a little too late to back out now, ready or not this baby is coming!”
“You fucking did this to me,” you growled out as Dabi wiped your tears with the pads of his thumbs.
“That I did, but you didn’t exactly stop me either. If I can recall your words were, ‘oh Dabi, please, please fill me up, cu – ’ oww!”
He smirked as you shut him up with a fierce punch to the arm, making him laugh and coaxing a small pained smile from you.
The lean man kissed your cheeks, “You can do this angel, you’re so fucking strong and so amazing, this is going to be nothing for you! I’ll be right there by your side! You’re going to be a fucking fantastic mom, no doubt about it and this kid is going to love you! We’re going to make mistakes and mess up, but it’s a part of parenthood. No matter what, we’ll have each other and we’re gonna be kickass parents together! Got it?”
You gave a bigger smile, squeezing you eyes shut as another contraction rippled through your body. “I – ngh, I got it Dabs. Thank you!”
Your husband smiled and knelt back down, putting your shoes on your feet before he stood up and reached for your hands, asking if you were ready to go and have your baby.
“Let’s get it!”
Dabi rushed you to the hospital, thankfully you were already pre-admitted so you were wheeled to a delivery room in no time. After dressing down and getting into your hospital gown Dabi helped you into bed. The nurses took all your vitals and counted the closeness of your contractions. The delivery doctor had to break your water manually and from there it was only a matter of a few short minutes! You had no time for an epidural, to which Dabi was worried about, he didn’t want you to be in pain at all. You smiled, sweat starting to coat your skin and gave him a thumbs up.
“Hey what did you just tell me before we got here?”
Dabi smiled and kissed your forehead, taking your hand and letting you grip the life out of it as the doctor prepared to deliver your baby that wasn’t waiting another second.
“You’re so fucking strong and so amazing!”
In what felt like the blink of an eye, a healthy baby boy was placed into Dabi’s arms. He stared at the tiny human, not exactly smiling but also not frowning, its like he didn’t know what face to make. For once he was just so speechless and amazed. Your son had a head full of dark red hair, the same as Dabi’s natural color. Of course he also had those same sparkling turquoise eyes. Almost every feature on the newborn matched that of his father, an exact carbon copy. Dabi’s long and slender fingers caressed the baby’s soft cheek, his un-charred, flawless cheek. Every inch of him was perfect.
Your husband was so lost in those wondrous eyes that stared back at him and that soft coo that came from those tiny lips. Dabi chuckled as his son gripped his finger in his small hand. An overwhelming sense of protection washed over him at the touch, as if it were the spark that sent him into ‘dad mode’. Now, Dabi had two people in his life that he’d burn down the world for. Two very beautiful and important people that he’d love with every ounce of his soul, every beat in his heart and every breath in his body.
Dabi looked from his son and to you, watching him with a tired smile. He walked to you, handing the baby over. You took your son and smiled, cooing with him quietly as you poked his perfect nose. The baby smiled and nuzzled his body deeper into his blanket as if he were shy. He may look like Dabi but he had your smile and apparently your bashfulness. You moved over in the bed, making room for your husband and he gently crawled onto it and next to you, wrapping an arm around you as his long legs nearly hung off the end of the bed.
“Our Asahi, he’s so perfect huh?”
Dabi nodded and kissed your head, his fingertips trailing down your jaw to cup your chin, making you look at him. “Thank you, again.”
You quirked a brow and smiled, “You’re welcome, but what did I do?”
“First you gave me you, and now him. I could never thank you enough for any of this.”
You chuckled and leaned in closer tilting your head and kissing the happy man. His hand caressed your cheek as he kissed back tenderly, enveloping your lip between his and showing it the utmost love and care. Thanking you one of the only other ways he knew how.
A small cry came from Asahi as he squirmed in your arms, making you and Dabi break your kiss and look. Immediately Asahi smiled again as he gained your attention, making you both laugh.
“He’s already a little shit, just like his mama!”
#dabi#dabi x reader#bnha#mha#mha x reader#bnha x reader#asahi dabi#asahi#domestic#xreader#reader insert#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#requests#answered request
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Omg first of all you wrote enemy of my enemy??? I loved it so much omggg!!! Second of all, if you're still taking prompts i would love an au where marlas didnt happen and damen is officially courting laurent so they always need chaperons but they always escape them to be alone and aleron and theomedes are NOT happy about this
Technically still writing The Enemy of My Enemy but thank you, always enjoy being appreciated :)
Writing this with that “shy bookish boy” in mind where Laurent has wonderfully not had to face the book tragedies.
Damen saw the large willow tree that matched the description he’d been given and swung off the horse to land in knee high grass next to the river bank. He dropped the reins, allowing the horse to freely graze. Inside the natural tent of the willow branches was a private space. The shade was a relief, but the summer day was still too hot to be fully clothed. Fumbling with the excessive lacing, Damen loosened the sweat dampened shirt. The servant assigned to help him dress had been scandalized when Damen rejected the undershirt. One was already excessive.
Somewhat freed of the oppressive garment he proceeded to remove his boots and collapsed into the grass. It was a relief to be outside of the palace, away from the over-attentive servants and curious nobility. Arles felt stuffy and confining, unlike Ios that was open to the outside with balconies and outdoor walkways. This excursion to the outdoors was needed almost more than Damen had realized.
A patch of wildflowers mingled in the grass next to him and he collected a handful to begin weaving the stems together. This part of the river was more sedated than the frothing white rapids where Damen had accidentally rescued the crown prince of Vere.
It had been several years but was still something Damen frequently thought on, back when the war between Vere and Akielos had seemed inevitable. While on a scouting trip, a fierce storm had arisen, separating Damen and Nikandros from the rest of their party and driven them into the forest for shelter. Somewhere during the midst of the violent tempest they unknowingly crossed the border into Vere. In the aftermath, they emerged on the Northern side, stumbling upon a raider camp next to the river. Realizing they had followed the river in the wrong direction the intent was to turn around without altercation but Damen had seen the raider’s blond prisoner.
Nikandros had protested vehemently but ultimately followed Damen on his rescue mission. They had the advantage of surprise but were greatly outnumbered. The fight could have gone badly, but once the blond prisoner was released and obtained a weapon the fight quickly shifted in their favor.
Once the battle was won, the prisoner revealed himself as Prince Auguste. Similarly, Damen candidly introduced himself despite Nikandros’ elbow in his ribs.
There was a moment of uncertainty as they faced each other with swords still drawn. Then, surprisingly, Auguste laughed and sheathed the weapon. The two sanguine princes recognized each other as kindred spirits and agreed that this was an opportunity. Auguste wanted to introduce Damen to King Aleron, perhaps forging the beginnings of an alliance or to at least assuage the impending war. The royal family was in Marlas and only half a day's ride away. Nikandros continued to speak his objections but followed Damen, preferring to die with him than because of him.
Once hearing of the rescue and how close he had been to losing Auguste, King Aleron accepted Damen almost too graciously. Eager to offer him a reward for saving his eldest son.
“I would offer you Auguste’s hand if he weren’t already betrothed and needed to continue the line,” Aleron said.
“I don’t need a reward,” Damen said uncomfortably. It wasn’t his reason for meeting the king and Auguste was perhaps equally surprised how well the enemy Akielon prince had been received.
“I have a younger son,” Aleron said.
“Father.” Auguste objected, obviously disagreeing with this idea.
Damen’s side was going to be bruised from Nikandros’ elbow. This time he agreed with him and was looking for a polite way to escape.
“That’s really alright—” Damen began.
“Someone fetch Laurent,” Aleron ordered, and servants hurried to do his bidding.
“You’re bruising me,” Damen whispered. That insistent elbow still poking his side.
“We need to leave before you’re engaged,” Nikandros hissed.
“I’m trying,” Damen said under his breath. It would be impossible to explain the arrangement to his father.
“Ah, here he is,” Aleron gestured when the doors to the court were opened.
Damen turned as he heard Nikandros say, “Oh no.”
Hoofbeats pulled Damen from the recollection. He sat up only to be knocked back down by a body colliding with his.
“You know,” Damen said when he caught his breath, “your brother thinks I’m the one corrupting his shy little brother.”
“Auguste still sees me as a child.” Laurent unwrapped his arms from Damen’s neck and pulled back to see his face. “Hi,” he blushed.
“Hi,” Damen smiled.
“May I?” he asked. Damen looked into the blue eyes, so unbearably close, and nodded.
This was his third visit to Arles to see his fiance. Laurent had been barely thirteen when he was suddenly and unwillfully promised to the former enemy. Understandably, he had been unhappy. When Damen returned to Ios, he wrote several letters hoping to learn more about him. It was several months before he received a short response answering questions in a brusque dismissive fashion that impressively relayed little information. Damen suspected Auguste or someone else had forced Laurent to respond. Despite the discouraging reply Damen persisted.
During the first visit, Laurent had been predictably detached, and Damen spent most of his time with Auguste. But because Laurent was Auguste’s second shadow, they consequently spent time together. He typically opted out of any sport or game that Damen and Auguste would partake in but always stood as witness. Damen hadn’t expected much interaction from Laurent, he was still young, and unfairly betrothed. However, by the end of that stay Laurent was noticeably less callous.
The next visit Laurent had altered from the suspicious aloofness to a timid interest now trailing Damen, even without Auguste’s presence. With a hesitant eagerness Laurent shared his favorite scrolls, his thoughts on the recent philosophy debates, and introduced Damen to his horse. The shy sincerity was incredibly endearing and Damen suspected there weren’t many people Laurent was comfortable sharing his thoughts with. He loved that Laurent was slowly opening up to him and Damen hoped he did nothing to dissuade him.
Written communication increased significantly. The letters used to be a burden, something Damen forced himself to do. When Laurent began to open up, the conversation surpassed interesting to exciting. Damen was almost intimidated by the intelligent penpal and his fascinating perspective.
This was the first visit since Laurent had turned eighteen. As if to demonstrate this Laurent had physically matured and it was impossible not to notice. The guard detail had been instructed to be in constant attendance. The two princes were not allowed to be alone together. Because of this, they had not even kissed. The building anticipation had become nearly suffocating. To Damen, even holding hands had become an illicit act. Laurent sliding closer on benches or couches until their knees touched had nearly driven Damen mad. And it was Laurent initiating most contact, exasperating his guards when they had to find a way to respectfully peel the prince off the Akielon visitor.
This was the moment, and Damen felt it with an ache through his entire body. He slipped a hand into the blond hair, holding the beautiful face. Shyly, Laurent leaned in, eyelashes dipping. Damen pressed forward, carefully, restraining himself against rushing Laurent. Lips met tentatively, just a ticklish brush. It wasn’t enough, but Laurent had drifted back, eyes still closed.
“Laurent,” Damen whispered, and felt Laurent’s breath against his cheek. He resisted the desire to pull him in and take his mouth. The quiet hesitation evoked one of Damen’s fears that after all of this Laurent wouldn’t find him appealing. Being forced to sit still and endure the silence was torture.
Having Vere’s beloved younger prince in a compromising position above him made Damen equally excited and nervous. The peace between their countries was tentative and they were constantly observed so there was no slight or breach in protocol. What had been an expression of gratitude had turned political and restrictive. Theomedes saw the engagement as another war to be won and constantly warned Damen against any affection. This attitude had bled over into Vere and Aleron had become of a similar mindset. It may have even been his initial mindset when proposing the engagement. Having his offspring rulers of two seperate countries was a good tactical maneuver. Meanwhile, Theomedes searched for candidates that would produce an heir. This hung over Damen’s head, he wanted to tell Laurent, but it was a private matter, not something he wanted to share with the Veretian and Akielon guards. They could be bigger gossips than kitchen maids.
That thought was silenced when Laurent’s eyes opened, the blue so bright it was almost startling, then miraculously, he smiled and Damen stopped breathing.
“Again?” Laurent asked. It took Damen a moment to realize he was asking for another kiss.
“You want to?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
Damen’s heart sang as he grinned, “You don’t have to ask with me.”
In response, Laurent’s arms slid around his neck and this kiss was the one Damen had needed. Deeper and longer. Laurent opened his mouth, hands sliding into Damen’s hair. He moved closer bodies now pressed together. Damen held him, arms around his waist.
“Was that— alright?” Laurent asked once they had separated and he had caught his breath.
Damen held Laurent’s face between his hands, “Yes, it was more than alright.” He kissed Laurent’s forehead, the timid innocence was so endearing he thought his heart would burst.
“You were also— adequate,” Laurent said with a blush.
Damen laughed, “Thanks.”
“I brought my favorite poetry scroll,” Laurent said scrambling up to retrieve the scroll from his horse’s saddlebag.
While Laurent read lounging in the grass, Damen continued the flower crown and when finished placed it on top of the golden head. The blue and white flowers remained in his hair through another interlude of kissing.
After some persuasion Damen recited Akielon poems and epics in his native tongue. Laurent settled in next to him, head on his shoulder to look up at the sun filtering through the twisted branching. The flowers still in his hair.
“Are they all about war and conquering?” he asked.
“The most popular ones are. Warriors are highly regarded.”
“Were you ever disappointed that our engagement averted a war?”
“No,” Damen said. “I would be nervous to fight Auguste in serious combat, he’s very skilled.”
“I initially comforted myself by realizing that the engagement would essentially end all wars between our countries. And with Auguste as king of Vere I was certain I could manipulate you and mediate some hundred year treaty.”
The confession made Damen laugh, “You wouldn’t have to manipulate me. Whatever archaic dispute that led our elders to war no longer applies to us.”
“Is that a promise?” Laurent asked sitting up to look down at Damen.
“A promise that while we’re alive there will be no war between our countries?” Damen asked.
“Yes.”
“I promise,” he said and was surprised when Laurent dropped down to cup his face and fervently kiss him.
In the thick heat of the summer afternoon, Laurent was persuaded to remove his boots and step into the river. Damen knew removing his clothes to bathe in the river would be an affliction on the tender Veretian sensibilities. As if to prove this Laurent had turned red when Damen removed his outer garment wearing only pants. Damen frequently caught him staring and would watch him blush and turn away. Not much coaxing was needed to bring Laurent into an embrace and kiss him while they stood waist-deep in the river. The cool pale hands traveled up his biceps to his shoulders almost reverently.
“Laurent.” Auguste’s voice was a baritone traveling forcefully over the water. They had been discovered.
Damen pulled on his boots as the brother’s argued. So far Damen had witnessed Laurent win every argument against anyone who dared oppose him, with the exception of Auguste who seemed to be more of a blind spot than a master debater. The two sets of guards were not far behind and with the older brother’s instruction the younger was whisked away.
Damen took his time as he dreaded redressing in the complicated jacket and lacing it by himself.
“I trust our agreement still stands.” Auguste sat next to Damen in the grass while he tried to reassemble his shirt.
“I haven’t fucked your brother.” The agreement to not sleep with Laurent until their wedding night had been easy to make when Laurent was thirteen.
“I don’t blame you for your efforts, I bedded my wife before our consummation. But he’s my little brother, I still feel— protective.”
This confession only further irritated Damen and he briefly imagined shattering the innocent image Auguste held of Laurent. It wasn’t Damen initiating physical contact and arranging secret dates.
“I won’t start anything,” Damen said. It was a little dishonest considering Auguste was blind to his younger brother’s burgeoning sexuality.
“I appreciate it,” Auguste said, then reached over to help Damen with his laces.
Dinner that evening was uncomfortable. Laurent, with the flower crown still in his hair, was unremorseful and the two brothers had not reconciled. It was clear they had never been at odds before and the court was unsure how to react to the feuding siblings.
After retiring to his chambers, Damen was settling in for the night when a noise outside his balcony disturbed him. Laurent dropped down out of the night but the more surprising part was how he was dressed.
“Where did— where did you get that?”
“I had it made. Is it accurate?” Laurent did a little twirl to show off the chiton and the fabric lifted revealing even more thigh.
Damen had to sit down, he had never seen more than hands and feet. “Not bad. Did you have the sandals made also?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” Damen asked, he was having trouble breathing. Not only was the flower crown still present on the blond head but the chiton was especially short and the knee-high sandals drew special attention to the bare thighs.
“Isn’t this the fashion in Ios?” Laurent asked. “Am I expected to dress strictly as a Veretian once we’re married?”
“You’re getting a little ahead of yourself,” Damen said, “We still have over a year.”
“I like to be prepared,” Laurent said and adjusted the white cloth. Damen looked away, there had been the slight glimpse of pink nipple. If he was going to uphold his promise to Auguste he would have to make Laurent leave. But he really didn’t want that, any of their time together was precious.
“What’s wrong?” Laurent asked.
“You can’t be here.” Damen had averted his eyes. “We aren’t supposed to be alone together.”
“That didn’t bother you this afternoon,” Laurent said and stood still observing Damen. “Did I do something?”
“No,” Damen said and reached out. Laurent accepted the offered hand and allowed Damen to pull him down into the seat next to him. The damn chiton was even shorter sitting down. “If we weren’t already engaged I would be on my knee in front of your father asking for your hand.”
Laurent’s blue eyes hadn’t softened, “Then what is it?”
Damen knew there shouldn’t be any secrets between them, “I made a promise to your brother that I would wait until our wedding night for— you know.”
With an exhale Laurent slid onto Damen’s lap. “My brother has no say or control over my body. If I decide I’m ready now isn’t that my decision?”
“Of course,” Damen nearly choked. His hands came up automatically to hold Laurent’s waist. “Unless you find me unappealing,” Laurent said.
“No one finds you unappealing,” Damen said and helplessly tugged Laurent closer.
“I realize now that your hesitation was trying to respect your promise. It’s an honorable trait.” Laurent smoothed a hand into Damen’s hair, the cool palm cupping his face. “However, any further decisions regarding my body are to be made by me.”
“Understood,” Damen grinned.
“My current decision is to allow you to take me to bed.” The coy smile almost physically hurt.
“Laurent,” Damen groaned. His head dropped onto the bare shoulder. “I want you so badly.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I don’t want to risk offense. We’re not even supposed to be alone together. I can’t lose you.” Damen spoke against Laurent’s shoulder noticing how goosebumps blossomed across the pale skin.
Laurent was quiet briefly, stroking Damen’s hair, “The engagement was not my decision, but as the younger prince I expected it was my fate to be traded for some political or financial gain. The bids even began before I turned twelve.” Laurent watched Damen’s hair slip between his fingers. “I thought I was prepared, but I didn’t expect to be— happy. I don’t intend to lose you either.”
Damen’s heart swelled as he lifted his head to look into the beautiful face. “May I?” he asked, smiling.
“You don’t need to ask.” Laurent also smiled as he leaned in. It was still new, each kiss better than the last. This time Laurent took more control, his head above Damen’s and with both hands smoothing through his hair. Boldly Damen traced a hand up the bare thigh feeling Laurent’s reaction with his body so close.
“What is this?” Damen asked when his fingers ran into a slice of unknown fabric.
“I didn’t know what was typically worn beneath these so I fashioned something myself.” Laurent lifted the skirt revealing cloth crudely made to fit between his legs and around his hips. “Why are you laughing?”
Any other time Laurent’s unconscious reveal of so much flesh would have almost stopped Damen’s heart but the strange little modest piece of clothing was so ridiculous and unexpected
“There’s nothing worn beneath them?” Laurent asked, more fascinated than scandalized.
“No,” Damen said, he had barely managed to explain through the laughter.
“It must be very warm there.”
“Compared to here, yes. I can’t wait to show you,” Damen said using his mouth to find the pulse point in Laurent’s neck. The soft sigh reminded him where they had been going before Laurent’s reveal. The kissing continued softly, Laurent tenderly exploring the act with lips and tongue. He pressed closer, their bodies together. Damen detoured to the slender neck, recalling that initial reaction with that soft sound. He wasn’t disappointed, the reaction was innocent and genuine. The quiet moan of pleasure would have brought Damen to his knees. Unconsciously, Laurent’s head tipped back allowing Damen more access. His hands traveled beneath the chiton he held Laurent at the natural dip in his waist, the skin warm. This startled him and he flinched before exhaling with a nervous laugh.
“I suppose that is one advantage to wearing so little clothing.”
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Damen asked.
“Yes, I’ve just never— it’s my first time.”
“I’m a little more experienced than that,” Damen said, his thumbs stroking the smooth skin of his stomach.
“Yes, that is apparent,” Laurent said, his face had warmed slightly, responding to Damen’s touch.
“Really?” Damen asked, pleased. Laurent made a sound of affirmation before resuming the kiss. He unthinkingly reacted to the caress against his abdomen with a movement of his hips that ground against Damen. He was going to flip Laurent onto his back and escalate the encounter when the door to his chambers opened.
Damen was frustrated and horrified to find not only the prince’s guards invading his quarters but also Auguste and King Aleron. Laurent stood up with a sigh straightening the chiton with no self-consciousness or embarrassment. The blue eyes lifted towards the invaders, prepared for battle. He couldn’t have been more intimidating with a sword in hand.
“What are you wearing?” Aleron asked, looking over the exposed limbs of his son with disgust.
“Do you like it?” Laurent repeated his little twirl to show off the garment.
“This is not a game, Laurent,” Aleron said. “You have deliberately disobeyed me.”
“You have implemented nonsensical rules for only me,” Laurent stated.
“They’re to protect you,” Auguste stated.
“Protect me from what?” Laurent asked, turning his icy gaze towards his older brother.
Auguste glanced uncertainly at Damen where he stood off to the side. “Protect your innocence,” he said.
“No,” Laurent said, “The only thing you’ve been protecting is your idea of me. For years I’ve endured visiting dignitaries whisper in my ear of what they would like to do to me. The insipid and specific gossip of pets is impossible to ignore. Especially those that have involved my own brother who has taken numerous candidates to bed or an empty hallway, whichever is closer.”
“Laurent, stop talking.” Aleron’s face was red.
“There are also scrolls and illustrated manuscripts of any erotic position you might wish to master available in certain temples.”
“Laurent.” A vein bulged on Aleron’s forehead. “Escort the prince back to his chambers.” The red faced guards stepped forward to take Laurent by the arm.
“Auguste was hardly chaste even before being engaged and yet you impose these rules on me for what reason?” Laurent asked, still talking as he was led from the room.
“Damianos, I must request that you pack your belongings and be prepared to leave by morning,” Aleron said. “I will have a ship ready to depart for Ios at dawn.”
“Father, we should talk about this before acting, we don’t want to risk offending Theomedes.”
“You are not the king yet, Auguste. My orders are still to be obeyed. Perhaps you should go talk some sense into your brother.”
Auguste’s face had hardened and the resemblance between brothers was clear. “Yes, my king.” He said turning on his heel.
Aleron and Damen were alone. The king cleared his throat before speaking, “I recognize how Laurent can be a— temptation. So I’m not going to place the blame entirely on either of you. But I don’t like the brazen and reckless way my son behaves when you’re around.”
“If that’s the case, I’m proud my presence gives him the courage to speak his mind. I’ve enjoyed watching him grow into a confident young man,” Damen stated.
“I see,” Aleron said, his eyes traveled over Damen in consideration. “There will be a guard escort waiting to take you to your ship in the morning. The details of the engagement will be discussed when everything has settled down.” This final blow statement Damen and he failed to notice when Aleron left. The oblique political speak could be interpreted in a myriad of ways, but it made Damen worry. The night went by without sleep and the restless anxiety that his fear would come to fruition. A blue flower that had come free of the crown now rested on the couch where they had been. Damen tucked it into a fold of his robes.
The knock came before the sun was up. Damen did a head count of his guard escort and knew there weren’t enough, and that if he really wanted to, he could fight them off.
“I want to say goodbye to Laurent,” Damen said.
“Our orders are to take you directly to the docks.”
Damen could have taken them, fought his way to a goodbye but couldn’t further jeopardize the engagement and went peacefully. In the stables he searched for a blond head and any chance that Laurent would make it in time. On horseback with the little entourage surrounding him, Damen continued to look over his shoulder. Even on the ship while sailors continued last minute preparations Damen clung to the railing, staring over the sandy hill hoping for even just a messenger with a letter. Ropes were cast off and Damen’s heart sank as the anchor was raised.
He half turned to retire to his cabin when a horse crested the rise. Laurent rode onto the docks without slowing, the horse pushed into a merciless sprint. The coarse wood rattled beneath the hooves. Sailors shouted at him and the guards from Damen’s escort chased him down or attempted to startle the horse into stopping. The ship had pulled away from the dock. Damen didn’t know what Laurent intended to do as he charged towards the end.
His heart was in his throat when Laurent leapt from the back of the horse into empty air. Damen reached for him, catching him with an arm around his waist, and pulled him over the rail into the solid safety of the deck.
Laurent was laughing while Damen worried his heart had stopped.
“You’re insane,” Damen said breathing a relieved laugh. His brain becoming preoccupied with the realization Laurent was beneath him.
“You tried to leave without saying goodbye,” Laurent breathed.
“Sorry,” Damen said and unable to resist, kissed him, deep and heartfelt. Around them the ship had broken into chaos. The anchor dropped and the sailors tried to go backwards to the dock despite the tide ready to take them out to sea. Damen sat up pulling Laurent along with him. He knelt on the rough hardwood deck, still wearing the ridiculous chiton that caught in the salt breeze taking it, and his golden hair, in every direction. Damen pulled Laurent up off the rough deck, and arms circled his waist.
Laurent pressed a cold hand against Damen’s face. “This isn’t really goodbye. We’ll fix this.” He leaned in folding his arms around Damen’s neck in a loose embrace. With hands holding the slender waist, Damen pulled him back into a kiss, desperate to keep him close for a little longer. The blond hair blew into his face.
Laurent pulled back, “Quit distracting me, I can’t think and we have to plan.”
Damen had to tell him now. It wouldn’t feel right to do it in a letter. “I wanted to tell you in a better way, but now with everything happening I need you to know that my father has been looking for other candidates. Specifically, ones capable of producing an heir.”
“Is that what you want?” Laurent asked calmly.
“No,” Damen said, and took the cold hand from his face to hold between both of his, “It will only ever be you.”
Laurent’s expression was still carefully neutral, looking down at their clasped hands.
Damen took the flower from his pocket, “Since neither of us was given a choice. I’ll ask now.” Damen went to a knee and tied the flower around Laurent’s slim finger. “Will you marry me?”
Laurent nodded, expression solemn. “Yes,” he said, then made a small sound of surprise when Damen pulled him down for a desperate kiss holding the slender body as close as he could.
Laurent pulled away to breathe, petting Damen’s hair. “You’re behaving like we’ll never see each other again,” he said.
“I’m not sure we will.”
“We will,” Laurent said. “I spoke with Auguste through the night. We were able to reconcile. The current rulers can choose to keep us apart but their time is almost over and you will be better.”
Damen captured the wayward blond strands of hair and smoothed them out of Laurent’s face to see the bright eyes. “We will be better,” Damen told him. “But no matter what happens I will keep my promise.”
“Good.” Laurent smiled before Damen pulled him in for a final kiss.
#captive prince#captive prince fic#laurent#damen of akielos#am i capable of writing a simple prompt without some bitter sweet ending and hints to a larger undeveloped plot?#it doesnt seem like it#always make things more complicated than they need to be#anyway i dont think ive ever written anything with so much kissing#i hope its satisfactory and im sorry it took so long work has been a nightmare this month#writing prompt#captive prince writing prompt#thank you for the prompt tho i was excited to write it and hope its worth the wait#mywritingprompts
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A rainy night in the universe we belong to
Summary: you’ve always loved rainy days, especially this night where you’re enchanted by the thunderstorm you’re both looking out the window, yet it’s not enough for you not to end up in each other’s arms and enjoy your love.
Pairings: Arthur x Reader, Content: soft
Warnings: uuhm nothing?? Too fluffy
Word count: 2911
A/N: I wrote it while it was raining omggg also this is very self-indulgent lol I felt a bit lonely and sad and needed some cuddles, I started writing and this is the result.
A/N: english is not my first language so I apologize for any typos, I’m still learning.
“Artie, come here! You should see this!” Your apartment had only a few rooms, but you had to strain your vocal cords to shout enough for him to hear you since he was on the other side of the apartment, far from where you were.
Arthur was cooking dinner while you were staring at him bustling around the kitchen among pots and flavors by moving in a way which hypnotized you. You’d been together a long time, and you knew that music and grace were buried in his soul as if they were the roots of a land which doesn’t make them grow, so strong and sturdy they are, and yet, even though you knew it, every time you watched him even just exist next to you, you were amazed at how graceful he was, no matter what he was doing, as in this moment when you were wondering how he could dance making moves which totally enveloped you. Even while he was cooking he held grace and sophistication in his movements. He moved between the walls of the kitchen with such freedom that, if he had been a bird in a cage, he would have made a third wing of that cage and he would have used it for dancing, too.
When Arthur was dancing, he wasn’t just dancing with his body, there was another entity within him which had hypnotized you once again; you’d been staring at him ever since he started cooking in moves which didn't feel like they belong to this earth.
He didn’t belong to this earth, that’s what you thought while he was pretending not to know that you had been staring at him for a long time, though you knew exactly he was faking by the knowing smile he had printed on his face.
Only another powerful emotion like the one which invaded you as soon as the sound of a thunder covered the whole city could awaken your mind from his enchanted dance, and as much as you never wanted to take your eyes away from him, you couldn’t help but encourage the enthusiasm which you felt growing in your stomach and shortly after you were already running towards the window of the living room, with your face sticking against the glass.
“I’m comin’, sweetie!” He muttered with a curious voice and wiped his hands on the kitchen apron he was wearing in an impatient movement.
“Artie! Hurry up, you cannot miss it!” you felt the splash of the apron thrown on the table and his hurried steps reaching you. "I’m here, sweetheart". He stood behind you wrapping your waist and placed his chin on your left clavicle, naked and free from the grip of your hair which were falling on the other shoulder.
"Look! It’s so difficult to catch the very beginning of a thunderstorm. It’s beautiful." Arthur smiled popping a kiss on your left cheek, on his lips he felt your face wrinkle to let out a giggle while you tilted your neck, never taking your eyes away from the view, only to give him more space and allow his lips to reach also the corner of your mouth, before he moved away and resting his chin on your clavicle one more time and watching together the beginning of the thunderstorm which was rising in the night. The first thunder emitted a faint light but the more the minutes passed and the louder and brighter they became, the city began to turn yellow emitting a warm glow in the atmosphere while lights from the buildings became more and more numerous, betraying the silent movements of the inhabitants of Gotham returning home, blindsided by this sudden storm.
“It’s truly beautiful, love.” You would have sworn that Arthur wasn’t only talking about the thunderstorm but also about the warm feeling of holding you in his arms as he made you swing from right to left, back and forth, in a slow, almost imperceptible movement, but which awakened all of your senses as if his body were a single caress which wanted to wrap you entirely. Without ever taking your eyes away from the thunderstorm you let him cradle you into his arms hugging you in a gentle embrace, while a fun giggle made your shoulders tremble slightly and Arthur’s face vibrate, still placed on your skin.
“We can see also our faces on the reflection of the window, Artie.” You giggled one more time as your faces deformed in the rainy tears falling on the window glass, modifying the reflections of your faces in shapeless drafts and making you laugh. "Look at your nose!" You pointed out the spot where his nose twisted in the reflection by touching it with your finger and then you pressed the palm of your left hand completely on the window glass, letting the raindrops flow beyond the glass and beyond your hand; while you watched them walking through the glass, hiding under your hand and reappearing on the bottom of the glass shortly after, it looked like they were entering the skin and becoming rain yourself.
Arthur looked at the spot you had pointed out, now almost hidden by your hand on the glass and by his face reflected you noticed that he was smiling to himself. “It looks sort of like a wolf.” You felt Arthur’s chin curling over your skin in a giggle and then he put gently his left hand over yours, which you kept still open on the glass. "Your hand is distracting me from the thunderstorm." He said distractedly, as if his thoughts were speaking for him. He filled the spaces between your fingers with his own, his hand was so big compared to yours that when he planted it on yours he completely covered the back, now of your hand were visible only your fingers alternating with his and from your perspective it seemed that your fingers had blending in a single hand made by two separate bodies.
You were one soul in two distinct bodies and at this moment, finally, you shared even only one body, just as you have always dreamed of; stay in each other’s body for the rest of your life and feel your souls blending into one another. He leaned his head against yours, your cheeks touched each other as you both looked at the canvas painted by your hands held one on the other and on which flowed the drops of an invisible rain you couldn’t touch.
Each of you breathed the smell of the other that was mixing with the smell in the background of the dinner Arthur was preparing shortly before, but now seemed to matter little; you were feeding on each other’s love by witnessing a thunderstorm which had meanwhile become more powerful. Thunder ripped the sky like giant electric spiderwebs, and the city was a black spot dotted with earthly stars which illuminated the walls of the buildings in front of you.
“Oh, is that so? Is my hand distracting you from the thunderstorm?” You felt his cheek bend against yours in a knowing smile. Every time it rained you had the same childish enthusiasm that you had as a child and you got excited as if it were the first time in your whole life you saw the rain, and since you were together Arthur would have sworn that the look you gave to the thunderstorms had never changed. You pulled your cheek away from his to turn towards him enough to look him in the eyes, your bodies were still glued to each other in the embrace with which Arthur was still rocking you from right to left, swinging both of your bodies. He had music in him, and in this moment, as he held your waist with his right arm and cradled you, he turned even this hug into a slow dance.
“Is my hand even enough to distract you from… this?” You said indicating with an almost imperceptible movement of the face the explosion of colors and sounds that was taking place before of you, in a laugh which hid your disbelief. You obviously didn’t think it was true. "Y/N" he said, penetrating your face with his gaze, “every part of you is enough to distract me from anything, love. And yes,“ he kept, already knowing what your answer would have been, “even from any thunderstorm.” He held you even tighter with his right arm which didn’t want to leave your waist and kissed you, leaving the grip of your hand still on the glass only to wrapping your right cheek with his own.
As soon as he took his hand away from yours you felt on the back the freshness left by the absence of his skin; it was a feeling which made you feel uncomfortable, it felt just… wrong. Your body was created only to be touched by him; if he didn’t touch you, your senses wouldn’t work anymore and you were just wrong without him. This lack, however, was soon filled by his lips which had landed on yours. His lips were as firm and obstinate as he was in making you understand that those words were true. “I’m gonna need more kisses like this if you want to convince me that way”, you said reading his mind after you broke the kiss, without pulling away from him. Your lips still brushed one another as you spoke, the desire you felt for each other was so insatiable that you would always find a way to touch the other.
In fact, at this moment it seemed that your kiss had never been broken, so close you were. "We better get started, then." He smiled and followed the curve of your neck with light kisses, guiding you to tilt your head so he could kiss as much skin as possible; he would fill every inch of you with his kisses. You encouraged his moves and turned back to the window by slightly tilting your head to let him travel freely over your neck and behind your ear. Your eyes were caught again by the thunderstorm, which had by now flared up, majestic, with such a power that the sky of this gray night had assumed metallic blue shades which mixed with the ice color of the thunder, and then turned into lilac shades when those thunder reached the horizon, painted orange by the lights of the adjacent apartments. The sky was so full of different colors and lights that if you hadn't known they were caused by the thunderstorm, you would have thought that someone had thrown multicolored fireworks all over the city, until there was no more parts of the sky colored by its natural gray color.
Your window, at this moment, reflected those same lights on the glass and through the raindrops it looked like a speckled galaxy with planets of different colors, the frame of a constellation which had enveloped the whole city and your apartment in the same way in which Arthur was enveloping you in his warm body. You’d never seen a thunderstorm so colorful that it looked like fireworks and at this moment, as Arthur cradled you into his embrace in a slow dance and peppered your neck with soft kisses, you thought the universe really got mixed up in this storm for how much the view was beautiful. Those same lights were projected also on the walls of your apartment coloring them blue, violet, orange, so even yourselves were living inside a galaxy.
"Arthur," you said in a whisper still bewitched by that panorama, "do you think our love can be as all-embracing and outstanding as this storm?" Arthur lifted his lips from your neck slowly by replacing his head on yours and giving you a cheek to cheek kiss. He watched the thunderstorm explode upon you together and lingered before answering, enthralled as you by this vision. "I think," he said, his eyes fixed on the thunderstorm as if he wanted to talk not only to you but to the whole world from behind the window, "it really is, and even more. Our love is breathtaking." You felt your heart open in half and embrace Arthur, because for your heart beating only for him wasn’t enough and wanted to physically love him through the flesh. "I think so too, love." Through your reflection on the window Arthur noticed the smile that marked your face and your shiny and watery eyes filled of all the love you felt for him and that, somehow, he had to come out your body.
"Look how beautiful we are", he said as he watched your figures hugged in the window as vivid as if they were reflected in a mirror, your eyes locked in the reflection of the glass and you both laughed, sharing the same childlike lightheartedness that you had when it rained and that you had never let go even growing up.
You often wondered how a man who had such a turbulent childhood could still preserve the innocence that children are never taught, which they cultivate within themselves but growing up it gets lost. Arthur, though he had never been able to experience it, had kept this innocence within him, dormant, until he could bring it out of his body and finally feel it as soon as he met you and live it entirely with you.
You taught him to be the child he never had the chance to be, and he allowed you to be a woman without ever asking you to erase the lightheartedness you kept within you. Arthur, actually, had always loved your childlike lightheartedness completely. He could have lived a lifetime staring at you while watching the thunderstorm with astonishment in your eyes. “Yes, Artie. We truly are.”
You kept looking at the colorful and shapeless draw of your hug on the window glass. Your love and bodies reincarnated had found and were loving each other in every possible universe, in every already existing universe and in those which would be created in the years to come, and at this moment, observing an identical copy of your embrace wrapped by the thunderstorm, by the lights and the subtle rain which flowed over the glass, modifying as it pleases the soft silhouette of your reflected bodies, you both believed that what you were looking was one of the many parallel existences who belonged to one of the many universes in which you were existing.
You liked to think that, at this very moment, from their own universe they were looking at their reflection in the window, just like you, and seeing you, too, just like you were seeing them.
You have met one of your infinite and parallel lives and you were communicating with your other through the window of your apartment, which now looked more like a portal to other worlds, to every world filled by your other lives.
Your other live in front of you had by now turned your attention away from the thunderstorm and your looks were chasing each other in the reflection of the window for a few more minutes, your love was more breathtaking than this magical panorama which was taking place in front of you. Until you turned to him and still helding in his arms you wrapped his neck with your arms as quickly as he wrapped your waist with his own. As soon as you looked into his eyes, into his real eyes and not into their reflection on the glass, you noticed that the same lights and fireworks which previously colored the window and the sky were projected into his green eyes, his skin colored with the same bright shades of the sky; this was the only constellation which actually took your breath away and you cared about, making you forget the magic view in which you had been wrapped up so far by this suggestive thunderstorm.
"I love thunderstorms almost as much as I love you, Arthur," you got even closer to him and by your chest resting tightly on his you felt his heartbeat was racing as you spoke, and this sound was telling you more than your words could ever do, "and there will never be anything I could love more than you. Ever."
You placed your lips on his to seal this certainty between your bodies which were touching not only through this kiss, but in every possible way. Shortly after you went away to look at the only natural phenomenon for which you would never stop getting excited and covered, minimized, even erased the beauty of this thunderstorm and every possible thunderstorm to come, making them futile: his existence.
“I’m gonna need more kisses like this if you want to convince me that way”, he replied to you with a playful smirk, answering you with the same words you had just said to him. "We better get started, then." Immediately after you kissed him with passion, feeling his smile on your lips in the kiss as he recognized his words in yours. "Y/N, my love for you is so endless that my heart is struggling to hold so many feelings." He told you at some point, and a moment later your lips touched again and got lost in a kiss you would have sworn had lasted longer than the thunderstorm which had led you to meet one of your parallel lives. You were sure that at this moment every parallel live of yours were all kissing with the same intensity as you.
What else could they do but touch each other? All your parallel lives, past present or future, in whatever universe they were or would have been, were touching one another in an endless caress, just like you. By now you had begun to swing back and forth in a slow dance just like before and your tongues were talking to each other, surrounded by the storm behind you which was celebrating your love in every possible universe reciting a song which only you could hear, one in the other’s body.
No matter in which world you were born or would be born in the ages to come, both of you would meet the other in every possible existence because this is what each of your reincarnation was destined for: to find the other, to love the other, without being any more far apart. You spent, and would have spent every life, every reincarnations loving one another, and you wouldn't want it any other way.
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