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dyrewrites · 2 months

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Before Deluca -- Everywhere and Nowhere pt. 1

“We may have a problem, amore mio,” I told the honeyed curls tickling my neck, the warmed but still pleasantly cool skin pressed so tight against me.

And that warmed skin traced soft fingers up and down my stomach, voice softer as its owner threatened, “You keep saying such sweet things and we’ll have it again...”

As he added colder lips to my chest, I ached to agree but all that came before our tender snuggle popped and raked and demanded to be addressed. So I stopped Lucient’s kisses with a finger under his chin, “we can’t keep dealing with crisis this way.”

“And why not,” he pouted, forcing me to release him as the hand on my stomach slid lower. I caught it and he smiled, “Don’t you enjoy your time with me, my love?”

“Unfair question, you flirt,” I teased, keeping the hand as it sought to wiggle free, “You know I adore you. But look where we are, and how we ended up here, is that not important enough to address, to discuss?”

He sighed and rolled onto his back, yelping and scooting back to my side as he discovered just how slim the bed was. Glaring at my laughter, he propped himself up on an elbow instead, eying the floor before he returned to me, “We’re on course, the Lune Royale can’t get far without a crew, and the Hunter is...well, probably not dead, but certainly not a problem now,” shifting to straddle me, he kissed my forehead, cheeks and lips before addressing my narrow eyes and bitten lip, “So why not have a little fun?”

And I may have taken more pleasure in ruining his salacious grin than I should have by bringing attention to what he clearly hadn’t noticed, “We’re not moving.”

Wide those eyes, bright in the thinner shadows—the sun had yet to rise but the itch in my veins said it was near enough—and he leapt off me and the bed to rush out of the cabin. Entirely naked, I might remind, as I was when I followed.

“Où est la lune royale?” He was asking the horizon as I met him on the deck, from stem to stern he searched for some hint of the ship we’d been following.

But, unless the stars could somehow speak, there were none to answer his question. Though there was me, with my own to ask, “Love?”

Leaning on the railing, eyes on the horizon, he sighed—worry lost from his tone, “Mm, yes, love?”

Stars above, black sea below, and all around us that sea shimmered until it blended with the paling sky, hazing still in night-dark purples. Nothing broke it, no distant sails, no shadows of mountains, no strips of island—or fiery eyes big as one—and I asked the obvious, “Where are we?”

Following my eyes, turning again and again, he slammed his hands back on the railing as worry slammed back into his voice, “foutre.”

“I may need a minute but,” brevity, again, my answer to most discomfort.

He took it with a laugh, “now who’s the flirt?” And setting pale hands on slender hips, he huffed at the sight of the approaching sun before nodding to the cabin, “Let's look for navigation equipment, I’d like to know where I am before I’m forced to hide in that tiny room.”

That tiny room not much larger than the one I lived in for all of my years, until meeting him of course, the statement should have offended. Instead it amused, though that might be due to his discovery of our nudity just then and the way he took all of me in—those long, sharp teeth firm in his bottom lip.

“Our clothes are likely still wet,” I reminded, “leaving us with naught but our skin for a time.” His smile held, and his eyes would not meet mine, “You going to be alright with that, Lucient?” Despite what I’d suggested earlier, it was terribly difficult not to tease him...so quick to respond as he often was.

As he was then, on me in an instant, his hands tight against my chest, voice quiet, “What was that you were saying earlier, treasure, about how we respond to crisis?”

Laughing, I took his hands, “You wanted navigational equipment, remember?”

“If we’re to get anything done,” he said, meeting my eyes and standing taller to tease my lips with his tongue. As he reached around me, I welcomed the kiss, fell into it, holding him closer and gasping as he gripped too firm on my backside. Pulling from the kiss, he whispered, “We may want to work on drying our clothes first.”

“I’ll...get on that,” I said through more laughter, slipping from those soft hands and rushing into the cabin.

But, bringing the clothes back on deck to dry, I ran into...complications.

“Non! They will slip into the sea,” he insisted when I hung them on a railing.

And as he laid them on the deck and then on top of the cabin, I...may have over-reacted, “We’ll stomp all over them if you—cazzo, no, non puoi metterli nemmeno lì!”

“Such language, treasure, fine. How about here?” He had them stuffed under the mainsail, which might have worked but his silks kept billowing—dangerously close to fluttering away—and no part of me was comfortable watching that fabric fly into the sea.

“Absolutely not,” I snapped again.

And he weaponized his wet jacket sleeves, wheeling around to slap me across the cheek—no, not the face. The sharp, wet sting on my burning skin was not appreciated and I glared.

Hands up, he backed away—but the jacket stayed on his arm, ready as he fought laughter, “Now, treasure, it was a moment of—of weakness. I didn’t mean—”

I grabbed the pants and lashed him on his thighs as he tried to run into the cabin. When I gave chase, he was giggling, and mine sang with his as we fell to the floor with those damp clothes held firm.

“You’re terrible,” I told him, pinning his arms with a tight hug as he made to slap at me again.

Covering my face in giggling kisses, he agreed, “Perhaps...a little.”

Peculiar that moment, I imagine, for those of you who were not mired in it. But for us, for me, it was comfort...elation even. Nothing made sense, nothing leading to us in that schooner made any sense at all to me. Not the Hunter, not the fall into the sea, not the thing in the sea, and certainly not how we were lost or how we might find our way back to anything that did make sense—if such a thing were even possible, and I didn’t think so at the time. But a wet slap fight leading to a giggling hug with the man I loved? That made sense, in some warm, strange, beautiful way it made perfect sense.

And it was in that comfortable moment where I found the answer to the problem that led to it.

“Love,” I asked Lucient, then nuzzling on my chest, tight and warm against me.

“Mm,” it wasn’t an answer.

So I released him and kissed that crown of dried curls to get him to look at what I pointed to, “Will that work?”

Under the bed was a roll of twine and Lucient lunged for it the moment he saw it, slapping at it until he got it out. Presenting it to me, he smiled, “My perfect treasure saves us again.”

I could not recall a single time that I saved him, but I wasn’t about to argue with those sparkling eyes.

We secured the twine and hung up our damp clothes—finding a box of clothespins further under the bed—and began searching the many drawers and surprisingly deep closets of the cabin. Magic, I would conclude—as I often did—when presented with all the oddities in that tiny space. Namely, the fact it was not tiny. There were hidden compartments all over it, on the walls and floors and even in the frame of the bed. Some bearing sigils Lucient didn’t recognize, which of course meant I didn’t.

We found a lamp—one fueled by oil, that did not sing—as well as maps, charts—sea and star—a compass and sextant and something that interested me far more than anything else; drawing tools.

“The Hunter was an artist,” I whispered when I found papers tucked into the case with the graphite, but the sight of what she drew made me address Lucient, “and you may be interested in her subjects.”

He had a map spread out on the table, compass in hand, and was cursing under his breath at it when I slid the sketches over the map. “What are you,” he sputtered, stood up and snatched the papers, “how did she?”

They were portraits, of us, and while he worked out how she could have found descriptions to sketch them...I already knew. “The Amici,” I explained and when he set knitted brows on me, I tried for more, “dig a little, if you don’t remember, love.”

My memories were an open book to him, as were much of my thoughts, and he didn’t need to dig too deep before he huffed, “The inn was empty when we left. So, while we enjoyed that delicious first night together those, those,”

“Careful,” I warned, smiling, “You might curse again.”

“Chut,” he slapped my chest and sighed, “Miscreants were off fetching a Hunter.” Still smiling, I said no more as he continued, “But if she began there, how did she chase us so far?”

“The names she refused to give, perhaps? We did make quite a mess at that party,” I was digging in her drawing tools, seated on the bed and trying to keep to a comfortable position, and buried in the sheaf of paper was a journal. Leatherbound, wrapped in strange twine and marked with stranger symbols. I offered it to Lucient, “Think there could be answers in this?”

#writeblr #snippet #writing #novel #before deluca #they're naked but nothing happens #just flirting #but tell me if I should tag it #the wet clothes slap fight happens in here

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dwtdog · 2 months

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What happened with dream now 💀😭

uhm it's some shady account of alleged flirting with an 18 year old so. very much stuff to be taken with a grain of salt

#cq.asks #not linking bc its leak #no sex happened #just flirting #it even says in it that he checked her id to make sure she was at least 18 so ig take that as u will #and its not coming from the 'victim' (although again. from what is shared shes. not one) so

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nouverx · 2 months

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"I want to eat you" is their love language and you can't change my mind

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin alastor #hazbin rosie #radiorose #alastor #my art #autodesk sketchbook #they are so freaky they must have so many fucked up conversations like that I just know it #it's their weird way of “flirting” yk what I mean #I headcanon that Alastor HATES burgers and fast food in general ik it's very specific #my artstyle is so inconsistent ahah I'm experimenting don't mind me

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dubiousculturalartifact · 5 months

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do you ever think about how darcy's perspective of the visit to rosings is just... a completely wild time. so like. he and his favourite cousin goes to visit with his weird aunt, and ends up running into this hot girl, that he's really kinda increasingly into? she's staying in the area for a while with her bestie. so like. he was expecting a boring social obligation visit & getting pressure into marrying his other, less favourite cousin. instead, he watches the hot girl hold her own with his aunt in conversation. she banters with him over the pianoforte and they have a Moment™. he keeps going over to the house she's staying at, just to awkwardly chill there, even though he doesn't like the other people there. has a whole conversation with her about how she wouldn't mind living far away from family, as long as she could afford the travel. he extends his visit so he can keep seeing her. when he runs into her on a walk, she makes a point of detailing the exact route she prefers to take while out walking, clearly encouraging him to join her, so he does. he has a really nice time on these walks, they spend a lot of time in companionable silence, but he manages to flirt a little by implying some stuff about the future & what their married life could be like, and they have some conversations about that. and sure, she has some family baggage, but none of them are around so it's a lot easier to ignore, y'know? so eventually he just can't take it anymore, and he shoots his shot. she clearly values honesty so he explains his scruples as well, but he thinks she's been dropping some favourable signals, so he's got a good chance, right?

and then not only she turns him down she ROASTS THE FUCK OUT OF HIM. she insults him. she insults his honour as a gentleman. she flips the fuck out about... oh yeah crap the sister thing, turns out his cousin blabbed, and then I'M SORRY YOU SAID WHAT? ABOUT WICKHAM? THIS IS ABOUT FUCKING WICKHAM, MY FUCKING NEMESIS? HE FUCKING SAID WHAT ABOUT.... OH MY GOD. oh fuck. I've fucked up so badly I need to reevaluate my entire life & risk sending a letter to an unmarried woman who hates my guts, just so i can explain shit. fuck.

#jane austen #like #pride & prejudice #adaptations really downplay how much darcy was genuinely flirting with elizabeth for like half the time #and she was just. clueless #wait no that's emma #she was not perceptive #but they’re well suited because darcy?#also not perceptive #(shhh it’s the Autism)

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yourangle-yuordevil · 5 months

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what if we flirted at the gentlemen club 😳 (and we were both flirting) 😞❤️😞Discreet Gentlemen's Club

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #Headcanon time: All the dancers at the Gentlemen Club fell in love with Mr. Fell at one point because he is such a cutie <3 #and Aziraphale calls Crowley to investigate because he doesn't realize that he's too cute for this world #and instead thinks that his fellow dancers are being tempted!!!!????#And Crowley just snort laugh for ages while he watches Aziraphale flirt with all the gentlemens without even realizing that he's flirting #the day that Crowley and Aziraphale leaves Portland together #they go to say goodbye at the Gentlemen's club #and all the Gentlemen; after saying goodbye to Aziraphale #shakes Crowley's hand with a knowing look of “Respect to you sir; you managed to charm Mr. Fell. Good for you”#and Crowley looks back at them behind his glasses like ????????????#good omens comic #historical husbands #discreet gentlemen's club #ALSO:#fumetto che deve MORIRE 🤗#perchè ha osato esplodere mentre salvavo 🤗#mandando a puttane tutto il lineart 🤗#aspetta come si dice???? BRUCIAAAAAAA 🤗#🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥

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phillycheesesteakcore · 4 months

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wait a minute I gotta check something

reblog for a bigger sample size and say why or why not in the notes if you can please and thank you!

#i call everyone ''babes'' but usually i'm not flirting when i say that #have i just been accidentally flirting with everyone afkagkskgs #poll #polls #my polls #tumblr polls #phillycheesesteakcore

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time-woods · 7 months

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more of these dorks

#prismo the wishmaster #scarab the god auditor #fionna and cake #adventure time #fionna and cake spoilers #prohibitedwish #i believe thats their ship name #anyways accidental flirting with a weirdo bug #i have so many doodles of them from just today #im having to hold myself back rn

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stealingpotatoes · 23 days

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Does Luke know how to swim?

definitely not, the rebellion has to teach him

(donation doodles! // tip jar)

#this repeated argument is probably some proto-hanleia form of flirting. like just knowing them #leia organa #han solo #luke skywalker #ot trio #star wars #my doods #thanks for the ask!#skywalkers & water

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puppetmaster13u · 29 days

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Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone.

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion.

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files.

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued.

“Is he coming to the Manor or…”

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!”

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Deadly Decisions #Danny & Ras are the homoerotic rivals that no one knows if they’re flirting or attempting a murder #It’s actually both they’re just also both Immortal #Danny to Jason: You can become a crime lord if you finish college- you’ve said you wanted to get a degree this is ur chance #Dusan (nodding): Mother has made all of us finish at least our basic education nephew #Why yes this does mean that RH has just made the heads in a duffel bag debut & the bats have no clue it’s Jason #Normally Danny wanders the universe but RAS (affectionately derogatory) HOW DARE U TRY TO HIDE THE GRANDCHILDREN #Morally Gray Danny #He’s well over 300 and that has an affect lol #Also has some fun fae vibes thx to his ghost half & human half finally balancing out #Let Jason & Damian be brothers #Tiny Damian: Akhi look I found a frog :>#Jason (newly not brain damaged & has no clue who this small child is): …. That’s great #Tiny Damian: *GASP* Akhi you can talk now :D #Fuck it- all the Al Ghuls deserve fangs from ecto contamination #Is Danny actually Dusan & Talia’s mother? No one knows and no one wants to ask the probably immortal fae being okay #Danny brought Damian a ghost hound puppy & Jason an original signed Pride & Prejudice book #How come Bruce wasn’t aware of Danyal? Talia forgot to inform him that the mother she was speaking of is in fact still alive #He disappears for a decade sometimes longer she was using past terms how was he supposed to know

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bamsara · 5 months

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very very rough doodles of something for something maybe possibly idk

#trod au #the rehabilitation of death #narilamb #cult of the lamb #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #cw suggestive #its not really its just flirting but just in case #doodles

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kennahjune · 4 months

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ALRIGHT BUT

I’ve been having flustered Steve thoughts.

The Party has NEVER seen Steve flustered. Steve’s always the one flirting and no one ever flirts back anymore so Steve’s never actually flustered.

But then Eddie Munson comes slithering along and he flirts with everyone just cause he can but nobody’s flustered by his attempts because he’s not trying to actually fluster them.

But for some reason he really flusters Steve.

Eddie uses this to his advantage and actually puts forth effort when he flirts with Steve.

Steve is flustered, bashful, embarrassed. He’s twirling his hair and giggling and he does this thing where he taps his fingernails on his front teeth when he gets distracted.

The Party was NEVER seen Steve like this.

Not even Nancy when they were dating.

Steve has described what he was like when he was flustered to them, calling himself stupid and saying he acted like an idiot to try and get them to just lay off.

All anyone sees is an absolute sweetheart.

Steve blushes really bright, starting with his ears and it just travels down from there. And also he’s really bad at hiding his smiles and he smiles so BIG when Eddie flirts with him. Like you can see every tooth and his eyes crinkle so much they basically close and his nose scrunches up.

And Eddie fucking THRIVES in it.

Because NO ONE else gets Steve like that.

Eddie’s witnessed Steve flirting with the girls of Hawkins. Has seen them all flirt back with varying degrees of bluntness.

None of them have gotten Steve nearly half as flustered as Eddie has.

UNTIL.

Eddie has Steve come over to the trailer to hang out. Steve by some turn of events ends up cooking and making grilled cheese and tomato soup.

Wayne comes home right as Steve is playing everything and Steve is DISTRAUGHT. Like “no Wayne it’s alright, really. I can make you some to it’s ok I like cooking you’re really doing me a favor.”

So Steve makes Wayne a grilled cheese to and refuses to let Eddie eat until they can eat together.

So they’re all sitting and then they start eating. And obviously it was a damn good grilled cheese— Eddie knew Steve could cook but good GOD.

And then Wayne puts his grilled cheese down, looks between Steve and Eddie, and tells Eddie “If you don’t marry ‘im I’m adoptin ‘im.”

And Steve BEAMS.

It’s that same smile he gets when Eddie flirts with him and Eddie is only somewhat livid.

Cause he totally gets the rush of having Wayne compliment you for the first time. He’s just such an honest man.

And it goes from there that the only people who can fluster Steve are Eddie and Wayne (Eddie romantically and Wayne platonic-fatherly).

They both go out of their way to compliment him constantly just to see him smile like that :)))

Aaahhhhh this makes me so happy!!!!

#steve harrington headcanon #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #the party #wayne munson #steddie #steddie thoughts #steddie idea #steve harrington is a sweetheart #steve harrington gets flustered easily #but only when it’s the munson men #wayne munson adopting steve harrington #the party goes through a phase where they all continuously compliment him and flirt with him #just to try and fluster him #the closest anyone gets is mike #cause mike doesn’t compliment people often but when he does he’s surprisingly genuine #the most he gets is a blush at the top of steve’s cheeks #eddie is very proud of the smiles he produces from steve #but he’s kinda sad no one can see what steve looks like when things get less… pg #but that’s strictly for eddie #might make a part two to this with a different version #I’ve run out of things to tag

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