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daughterofyore · 1 year

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George and the Pond.

King George x f!reader

[[Queen Charlotte (Netflix)]]

category; heavy smut, fluff, angst (lil bit)

wc; 2,249

music inspired;- apocalypse

a/n:: George has a manic episode by the pond, you manage to calm him and he’s so thankful for you he fucks you to show it :)

TW!: NSFW, George porphyria episode (Venus), heavy smut, breeding kink, Good ol fast sex

Venus begged George to find her. She pleaded with him to search, to save her. She was his one true love. She needed him! He ran through the palace grounds, in the distance behind him there was a cacophony of shouts, someone begging for him to turn around. It was Venus’ ex lovers, surely. They didn’t understand the love they shared, the adoration of their coupling. Her beautiful, pale skin and blemished face. Glowing like a fading star against the ebony blanket of the night sky. An infinite amount of white blazing stars surrounding her like a halo in all her glory. Oh, how he longed to be by her side. How he dared to get closer to her. He needed to feel her glow upon his skin, so without a moments hesitation he ripped his clothes from his skin. Silk pyjamas made of the finest lapis lazuli blue discarded into the mud of the pond. He raised his arms to her, crying for her to join him on this mortal plane. For the goddess of love to bless him with her prowess. He could feel her compassionate deposition seep into his very pores, touching his bare, sculpted body. Casting shadows along the dips and ridges of his muscles.

“George!” You cried out to him, watching as he bared his body to the entire garden. Reynolds raced ahead of you, reaching before you could. You were still adorned in your glittering evening gown. Made of a deep fiery scarlet, as if it was made of the last embers of a great fire. Silver lining cascaded down its centre and bodice, elaborate lace adorning the contrasting peachy cream underskirt. It flew around you as you gathered the skirt into your arms, heels clicking off the cobbles and then sinking into the finely kept lawns. You stumbled and struggled to reach your husband, you could see his eyes glistening as he stared at the planet Venus. He cried of his love to her, his devotion. How is it I don’t receive that love? You scoffed, a moment of clarity as you were still unsure as to why he acted this way. You had suspected it for some time now, his comings and goings from Kew. The secrecy surrounding him and the protectiveness of not only Reynolds but his mother too.

Your voice was like an arrow through the fog, piercing the hazy clouds in his peripherals. Venus seemed to fade into the background as he spun to look at you. You weren’t Venus, you were you. Shining brighter than she ever could. As he watched you approach, the sparkles glittering from your dress enraptured him. He felt himself falling in your direction, before a voice called him to turn around. Venus, competitive as always. She challenged you for his attention. He laughed incredulously, how lucky was he to be fought over by the Goddess of Love and her rival? Reynolds stood at his side, begging helplessly for him to return to the castle. He gathered his clothes in his hand, looking at him with a pleading gaze. Continuously he requested for the King to go inside, tried to reason with him. You knew you had never seen this before but maybe, just maybe he would recognise you.

You reached his side, letting go of your dress. It fell on his feet and pressed into his calves. He turned to you, eyes wide, hyperventilating. “You won-“ He whispered looking at you, as if it was the first time he truly saw you. He turned towards the sky, laughing. “You lost Venus! Imagine that!” He returned to face you but upon seeing your worried expression, his celebrations halted. “How come you are not happy? You have won, have you not?”

“George, it’s time we go inside now.”

“What, why? The night is beautiful we-“

“George, Venus has lost this game but I would prefer to celebrate with you indoors.” He stood very still for a moment, dark brows scrunching together as he tried to concentrate and discern exactly what you were implying. His brain felt jumbled, mixed and confused. Like he wasn’t allowed to understand, as if there was a black alabaster wall separating from the here and there.

“I wish to stay here. Let’s celebrate here.” You paused and gazed at him, studying him carefully. You spun to Reynolds.

“Cover the windows and leave his clothes here. Ensure nobody enters these grounds or can see us.” Reynolds pressed his lips into a thin line before muttering a ‘Yes, your majesty.’ He left, grabbing Brimsley by the elbow and guiding him indoors. You turned back to George, your husband. Your king. You rested a gentle hand on his chest, and he stilled. He sucked in a devastating shaky breath before raising his arms to hold your shoulders.

“You, you saw- oh, wife I- oh I am so sorry.” His eyes began to water, a new clarity crossing them. His face slackened, now an evident frown replacing his once maniacal smile. You hushed him, gently guiding him to your chest as you snaked comforting arms around him. You held him in your embrace, rubbing soothing circles on his back as he let silent sobs escape him. He sniffled, clutching onto the fabric of your dress as he eventually sunk to his knees. “My dear I am so sorry, I am sorry I have avoided you. That I have tried to hide I-“ He couldn’t get his words out but you put a comforting hand on his head. Intertwining your fingers with his brown locks, you gently massaged his scalp.

“Do not apologise George. I understand you. I am here for you. Come, let us lie and look at the stars together.” You smiled at him, holding his hand and laying on the lawn. He tentatively lay beside you, he finally noticed his nakedness and his hands rushed to cover himself. You once again shushed him, grabbing the many layers of your skirts and draping them across his waist. “No need to worry about what I have seen before darling.” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled, sucking in a breath after as he looked to the sky.

“I could be married to a pompous wench right now, who wouldn’t give a damn about me. Who would run in the opposite direction if she saw what I did tonight..” he turned his head, gazing at you. You met his eyes and smiled. “Yet you stay, you lie with me. Why?”

“I believe I see myself in you. Trapped, misunderstood.” You took a shivering breath. “Sometimes all we need is a little kindness and a show of stability. I wish to be that for you.” His eyes began to glaze, he sucked in his bottom lip as it began to quiver.

He turned on his side, a new light coming to his eyes. Slowly he raised a leg to bend at an angle across your thighs. Bracing himself on an elbow he gazed at you. His face inches from you. “I do not know what I have done to deserve a woman such as you.” Slowly he lowered his lips to yours, kissing you softly. You reciprocated it, lips merely mingling before he slipped his tongue across them, asking for entry. You obliged, parting your lips as his tongue slipped by. He licked the bottom of your teeth, before dancing around your tongue with his. He sucked on your lip, biting it gently and sucking the sting away. You gasped, a hand travelling up his side. You could feel his muscles shiver at your touch, he manoeuvred over you, straddling your hips. His cock pressed against your stomach, hardening. His hands travelled up your sides before reaching your breasts. They were secured behind the corset of your evening gown, yet he managed to push a hand down its front and grope one. He massaged it in his hand, loving the mass and softness of it. His kiss deepened, he peppered them along your jaw and to your collarbone. Reaching your cleavage he looked at you mischievously, recalling his hand and replacing its absence with long, sensuous licks across the top of your breasts. His tongue travelled over them, then between. He licked up from your cleavage to your throat, to your lips. Kissing you again before he backed down, grabbing your skirts.

“And I you, my queen.”

You were breathing heavy, barely able to control the growing heat intensifying between your legs. A steady throb as it begged for attention. Your core tightening in angst of what was to come. This was what your wedding night should’ve been, but you didn’t care. This, this was better. Laying on the cool grass beneath a bright moon and stars that reflected off of a still pond. This was bliss. George hiked your skirts up, laying them across your midriff. He bowed down again, grabbing your pantyhose and pulling them down to expose bare thighs. He looked at you over the mound of skirts, smirking. “Are you alright my love, may I continue?” You nod, breath escaping you. You peered up at the stars between the foliage of the cherry blossom tree. George dipped his head between your thighs, gently pushing them apart. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin, licking the sting away again once more.

Agonisingly slow he made his way to your centre, licking over the underwear covering you. He raised a hand, rubbing a finger between your folds and feeling the wetness seep the fabric. He grinned, pushing a finger into you and watching you arch your back. He kept the underwear on, watching you squirm as he teased you. Ever so slowly he retracted the finger, dragging it up and pressing it to your clit. Your juices soaked the fabric now, it clung to your very shape. You jolted at the contact, the pressure on your clit making you pull away. He grabbed your left leg, putting it over his shoulder and gripping your thigh to hold you in place. He spread you with a knee, continuously exploring you over the whimsy barrier of your panties. You moaned, trying to move but he held you firmly in place. “Are you ready wife? Ready for me to take you?” You nod feverishly, his ministrations have built a fiery ache in your core. Begging for his attention. Your cunt wept as it pleaded for him to enter it, to give it attention. George smirked, gently taking your hands and pulling you up. He stepped behind you and made short work of the lace up your back. He quickly pulled the dress off, then the undergarments until finally you were bare before him. He smiled, standing back and admiring you. “My beautiful wife, in all her glory.” His eyes were ravenous, without a moments hesitation he was back between your legs. He kneeled, grabbing your hips he hoisted you into an awkward position, your legs dangled above his shoulders while you lay only on your shoulders and head. He held you in his grip, his lips placing tender kisses across your cunt. He licked, slow as of tasting your every essence. His tongue slipped into you, to which he began to lick inside you. He left it begging for more and turned his attention to your clit again. It throbbed for him, and he knew it did. He wrapped an arm around your leg, balancing your ass against his chest as he spread you with two fingers. He began to taste you, sucking on your clit. He nipped it, sucking it better straight after. You squirmed in his grasp but he still held you firmly, refusing to let you move. He lapped at your pussy like a thirsty dog, drinking you up. He turned his attention back to your clit, sucking intensely on it. You moaned, cried out his name. He seemed to only grow more excited and you could feel his length pressing into the small of your back. He sucked, and sucked, and sucked until finally the growing tension ruptured. You screamed his name, yet he continued to suck and lick you through the orgasm. You were trembling at the end, and he lay you down, kissing your stomach. He looked up at you as you threaded fingers through his hair. “I’m going to put a baby in you, my queen.” He smirked and you swore it nearly undid you again. He sat back on his knees, his cock long and hard as it stood. He grabbed your hips, pulling you towards him. He grabbed his dick, rubbing it’s tip along your slit. He pressed a firm hand down on your stomach as he slowly pushed his way in without any warning. You stretched, moaning around him. His sheer size pushing you close to ecstasy.

Once he was in he let loose a shivering sigh, looking back to you. “Are you alright my love?” You nodded, placing a hand on his as it pressed into your stomach. He could feel the faint mass of his cock in you, it turned him on even more. Slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in again. Keeping a slow and steady rhythm till you had adjusted. Once he could feel you relax, he began to pound into you. Growing in intensity. Gasps of air escapes him each time he fucks you. You were a moaning mess, barely able to breathe. Your breasts bounced up and down at the ferocity he pounded into you. His balls clapped off your ass, sounding through the garden. You felt like you were in heaven. He looked up at you and grabbed one of your breasts, squeezing it. He pinched your nipple, pulling it slightly as he fucked you. You were in ecstasy. Every inch of your being burning, yearning for his touch. He grabbed your hips, spinning you around to be on all fours as he stayed inside you. He gripped your hips and continued his merciless fucking. “George! Oh fuck George-“ You screamed for him, moaning his name.

“I’m going to cum inside you pretty queen-“ He moaned your name, deep and guttural. “And watch you grow with our child, our heir.” You cried out for him again, and it was all he needed to slam himself into without mercy, he reached a hand around you, rubbing your clit with no remorse. It was so intense you couldn’t think straight.

“George I- George I’m going to cum!”

“Do it, do it for me my queen. Do it together.” He moaned above you, continuing his ministrations. The pair of you cried out, heads thrown back in ecstasy. You orgasmed, and he spilled his seed into you. It’s warmth spreading through your core. He stayed in you for a moment, breathing deeply. You were gasping for air below him. Eventually he slid out, pulling you down to lay beside him. He held you close, running a lazy hand up and down your side.

“My beautiful Queen, fucked by the garden pond.”

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justporo · 4 months

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Shooting Stars

A night of star showers is imminent in Baldur's Gate. You couldn't think of a better way to spend it but with Astarion and a sparkling glass of champagne in your hand - and lots of teasing banter- until the first star comes shooting. Because of course: there are wishes to be made and hopefully to be fulfilled.

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Author's Note: Time to cook of the 2024 season! I originally wanted to use this for the Winter Challenge as well but eh, I rather wanted to take my time (and I'm happy about it - I'm only getting back in the saddle with writing now, break was very much needed). So have this piece of fluff, that is hopefully something for the soul to kick of this year of writing! This wonderful artwork was done by the lovely @britonell (thank you so much!).

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

Warnings: none, just tooth-rotting fluff

Wordcount: 2,9k

Song: All This And Heaven Too - Florence + The Machine

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“Shit, I think I ripped one of my stockings”, you cursed while you rearranged your seat at the edge of the roof. Astarion relaxedly sitting beside you clicked his tongue and looked judgingly at you - but you knew he was only teasing. The sparkle in his ruby eyes spoke of nothing but affection and admiration as he looked at you and then towards the glittering night sky.

Tonight a shower of shooting stars was supposed to happen. The whole city had been raving about it for days since astronomers had shared the news of the upcoming celestial event. Probably every one who could afford so would be out and about to catch a glimpse of some of nature's magic. And of course - as was custom - to make some wishes and hope for the falling stars to kindly fulfil them.

Some of the stars on the firmament were twinkling already, as if they were shimmying, getting ready to fall out of their sockets and travel across the night sky. To grace all beings below them with their fleeting beauty.

Never had you seen something like this and you had been brimming with excitement from the first moment you had heard about it. You wouldn't want to miss it for the world.

When you had asked Astarion if he wanted to watch the star showers with you he had lifted one eyebrow and given you a kind of condescending if playful smile. Then, when he had answered his voice had dripped with sarcasm: “Oh darling, why would we need to watch some beautiful fallen stars when I already have one right in front of me.”

You had almost barfed onto his feet. Astarion had looked offended.

Then you had lost it so hard laughing that your vampire had needed to hold you up by your elbows so as to not let you slide onto the ground while you suffered from your hysteric fit.

“Astarion, love, you already have me - you can scrap the cheesy lines - please?”, you had pressed out through laughter and buried your face in his chest while Astarion had pouted a bit more about your snide remarks regarding his flirting techniques.

Of course, he hadn’t stopped. In fact, he’d made it a game over the next couple of days to come up with even much worse lines while you always desperately tried to keep it together.

“But darling, all my wishes have come true already with you by my side.”

“Love, I believe the night's cancelled. All stars are already in your eyes.”

“Oh, my heart, I’ve already fallen hard for you, why would you need another star?”

They got progressively worse the longer he kept going - and incredibly less inventive.

But of course you were still swooning on the inside, at least a little. Because after all, how couldn't you? Knowing that Astarion was indeed in love with you and that he really meant his words. Well, once you scraped all the gooey honey off it. What lay beneath was very sweet and much less sickening.

This game of his had gone on for several days until the night had finally arrived - and until even Astarion had almost run out of stupid pick-up lines.

The both of you had decided to dress up, just for the hell of it. This being one of the things you had adopted quickly from Astarion: indulging yourself, taking care of yourself and dressing for yourself - and for him of course, because you could never get enough of the stunned looks he threw you.

You were in a dress that Astarion had gifted you some time back and that was embroidered by the man himself. And the vampire in a finely stitched doublet that made him look positively regal and smoking. There was a fair amount of staring happening from both sides, hopefully not distracting from the actual event later on.

Then with lots of giggles from your side and terrible cursing from Astarion you had climbed onto the roof of your little Baldurian townhouse. This man could never do anything without commenting on it. When you had pointed out as much, he had narrowed his eyes at you and looked tempted to drag you down the small ladder again that led up to the roof. But you had swiftly moved out of his reach with a cackle - not without also making sure to give him a good view of your behind first by deliberately swishing open the slit in your skirt.

Carefully, you had scattered towards the edge over the old shingles then, until you could carefully settle down.

Obviously not carefully enough though since you feared that the delicate sheer fabric covering your slender legs might have been torn on a sharp edge when you had sat down. But it didn’t really matter. Astarion had already promised he’d rip these stockings off you (together with the set of naughty underwear you’d chosen specifically for him) with his teeth later in the night. Really, you were just presenting an opening for your eager lover.

With another curse under his breath, the vampire sat down beside you although he did so elegantly and immediately evoked the image of a lounging cat. The grace of the rogue really was unmatched.

You leaned back on your hands and angled one leg, putting it up on the edge while the other dangled over thin air. Astarion almost mirrored you with the way he seemed to sit comfortably there, leaning back, legs slightly spread and hanging over the edge while he observed the glittering night sky.

“Love, that’s no way to sit for a lady”, Astarion teased you with a promising grin while he eyed your angled leg, clad in nothing but a gauzy stocking, adorned with a delicate lace rim at the very top of your thigh - which was almost completely on display for him.

You angled your head at him and swayed your leg a little so the slit allowed for an even better view of your leg - careful to only tease for later.

“Good thing I am not a lady then”, you replied to your vampire, tongue in cheek.

“Oh yes, my love, it’s for the best. The way I’d single handedly ruin your reputation later tonight would be scandalous,” Astarion replied while he devoured you with his eyes from under his brows. In his head you could bet he was already letting his teeth graze over the delicate skin of your inner thigh. Oh, it would be a night to behold.

You laughed softly, throwing your head back. But then you let your leg softly fall onto the other, giving at least the illusion of decency again.

You grinned at the vampire, the vampire grinned back with promise.

Nothing would ever come close to this, to being with him: the playful banter, the easy companionship, the intense intimacy. You hummed contentedly while you slowly ripped your loving gaze of Astarion and let it wander over your surroundings.

Below you the streets of the Upper City seemed to fill up with the whole population of Baldur’s Gate. Of course everyone wanted the best sight of the night sky - and Upper just had the best spots. And what a good thing that you still had the vantage point even with all those people trying to find a neat stargazing spot.

Idle chatter drifted up towards you. People had brought food and drinks and a continuous hum of anticipation filled the cold night air, but you barely even noticed. For you there was merely your soulmate and you up on the roof of your home.

Behind you you had two crystal glasses waiting to be filled with some bubbling champagne Astarion had insisted upon. “If you’re going to make me sit up on some godsforsaken rooftop during wintertime only to crane your neck at the night sky you can look up at every night, I might as well bring a drink”, he’d said and rolled his eyes while he had grabbed not one, but two of the expensive bottles. You had simply shrugged - you wouldn’t say no if drinks were involved. And since you had figured out that it had been nearly half a year already since most everything had been dealt with, you felt it was only appropriate to celebrate this fact with a drink.

The vampire had whole-heartedly agreed when you had told him your observation. Astarion, of course, had been very well aware of that even before. He hadn’t stopped counting the days since his life had taken a turn for the better and, perhaps, he never would.

Up on the roof the rogue now procured his dagger, threw it up to flip it artfully and only then - when he was sure that he had your full attention - he took the first bottle with a sly grin. And then, in his histrionic manner, he swished the sharp blade up along the curve of the bottle neck and cleanly took off the head along with the cork.

Champagne immediately started foaming out of the bottle and Astarion was quick to grab the crystal glasses, both in one hand, and elegantly pour you each a glass of sparkling wine.

Somewhere below you heard someone yelp - apparently Astarion had unconsciously managed to hit someone with his display of skill. You looked down and saw an older gentleman rub the back of his head and turn towards you.

Quickly grabbing Astarion’s arm to make him pull back with you, you dragged up your legs with a giggle, hoping you could hide from the unwilling target. The vampire grinned broadly at you while he kept pouring - that little rascal.

You had to be honest though that you’d been quite impressed with the display of this dextrous if wholly unnecessary talent. It was after all very fitting for the flamboyant elf. But your adoration must have shown because the vampire was grinning proudly at you as he handed you a glass.

Time to get his ego in check again before it became too massive.

“Where’d you learn that?”, you asked after you had clinked glasses with him. “Rich prick academy?”

Astarion almost snorted into the glass he’d been taking a sip from. He recovered quickly though. “Not my fault they taught you neither that nor manners, you insolent little thing.” He clicked his tongue and took another sip of bubbly.

You waited until he had lifted up the drink filled flute to slap his arm.

His drink sloshed, some spilling onto him.

The look of that combined with too much force you had used to get back at him almost made you lose your balance. You screeched, gripping your glass as if it could stop you from falling.

But thankfully Astarion quickly grabbed your wrist with roguish reflexes, pulling you back and thus prohibiting you from falling off.

Your heart was racing from the sudden rush of adrenaline. The vampire was only laughing as you recovered from your self-inflicted fright. And you hadn’t even drunk a single drop of alcohol yet. So you made to catch up and lifted the crystal to your lips.

“Darling, don’t break your back falling off this rooftop, yes?” Astarion said, choosing this exact moment to break the silence again. “I have way better options to achieve that if you should insist upon it, my heart.”

You choked on the prickling drink and started coughing. Immediately, you were almost ready to push that bastard again, risking falling off once more. Astarion in the meantime smirked smugly at you while drinking his champagne in peace now.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time”, you croaked pathetically after barely being able to talk again. Somehow you seemed to draw the short end of the stick fairly often when it came to trying to out-sass the pale elf. But he had more than 200 years on you with that - give or take. You’d get back at him one of those days.

The bickering went on for some more back and forth until you had each downed your first glass, then a second while you were both laughing profusely and you started to feel the alcohol make your mind a little hazy.

Astarion refilled the glasses once more and you just kept talking - about everything and nothing. It was always so easy to just spend time with each other. It almost felt like you had been together a whole eternity already, in the best way imaginable.

“So, what are you wishing for?”, you asked Astarion emboldened by the alcohol while you were working on emptying your next glass of champagne.

The vampire inclined his head towards you and softly shook his head in disappointment: “Love, have they truly taught you nothing? You’re not supposed to tell or it won’t come true!” He softly clicked his tongue while you stuck out yours towards him. You kept looking at him in anticipation - but he was firm on not losing a word on the matter.

After a while you gave up with a dramatic sigh and gulped down the rest of liquid in your glass. Neither pouting at him, bribing him or even offering another glance of your precariously clothed legs seemed to work.

You though knew exactly what things you’d be wishing for: for him and you to be happy - that was the most important thing, to find a way to allow Astarion to walk in the sun again, a long and happy life for all your friends you hadn’t seen in a while now, to have things stay like this forever or at least to be able to always come back to moments like these.

You really deeply hoped this would stay with you: the unconditional love, the deep trust, the easiness with which the two of you spent your days and nights now with each other.

Some time ago you had feared that once the permanent tension of your adventuring days was over there wouldn’t be much left for you. That Astarion would just realise that you were barely more than a former street kid and thief - and pretty much boring beyond that.

But it hadn’t been like that. Quite the opposite: every day seemed to make the vampire fall harder for you. And you knew that was surely true from your side. It was like every time you looked at him another small piece of your heart was permanently handed to the vampire who you trusted fully to handle it gently. And perhaps the same was true for Astarion’s undead and unbeating heart in his chest.

You kept gazing at him and enjoyed just listening to him talk beside you while you sipped on your drink. The wind was drifting through both your hair, pulling some light strands of your hair with it while it merely tugged softly on the rogue’s curls. His side profile was sharply illuminated by silver moon light, pronouncing his straight nose, sharp cheekbones. And not to forget his ruby red eyes that always caught when you were staring at him and then sparkled in delight.

You could just spend eternity with moments like these.

Astarion was currently telling you about a book of poetry he was reading at the moment, looking up at the moon and the stars with a slight smile on his lips when a murmur started to move through the crowd below you.

Both of your ears perked up a little as the people became louder. And then when someone even screeched and you saw someone pointing up at the night sky as you leaned forward you realised what it must mean: shooting stars.

Your head snapped up and you caught a movement out of the corner of your eye, just the disappearing tail of a star racing across the darkness. With a gasp you grabbed Astarion’s shoulder without looking to get his attention. The vampire immediately complained but was silenced when another falling star shot across the sky - this time clearly visible for both of you.

The people below were buzzing in excitement now, loud “oohs” and “aaahs” were heard in the chill winter night as the stars become more and more frequent until bright white curves of sparkles were drawn across the sky every few seconds.

Your eyes widened as you beheld the wondrous event in front of you, completely entranced by what was happening. Truly a magic that was unmatched in beauty, a spell woven over everyone that was lucky enough to catch sight of it even for only a moment.

The vampire observed the falling stars with you for a long while before he slowly turned to you.

Astarion looked at you, still fully smitten by stars falling from the sky, eyes wide and shining, lips parted slightly.. He drank it all in: the wonder in your eyes, your beautiful face, the love. You see the latter reflected on his face when your gaze flicked to the vampire and back up to the sky to not miss a single star.

But Astarion’s gaze kept lingering upon you. Not wanting to ever forget even the most miniscule of details of this moment while sparks of light kept dancing over your face and your ever broadening smile.

He hadn’t lied, calling you his star.

Because his biggest wish, although always unspoken, had already been fulfilled.

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sarahscribbles · 11 months

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92. "I can't-- please-- I can't." and 88. "You're so messy." go SO well together because we know Loki loves denying reader but can you image how much he adores over stimulating reader as well?? I mean they go hand in hand anyway but this man would just DESTROY you!!!

PLS I love you and your writing so much!!

-💜 aka horny af anon

Here you go, horny af anon! I miss you and I hope if you read this that it's what you had imagined.

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚?

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟔𝐤

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“I’d say an hour. Tops,” you teased him, quickly tossing a handful of M&Ms into your mouth to disguise the smile that was budding on your lips, threatening to unfurl petal by petal as you watched each word click into place in your lover’s mind.

You watched the small line form between his eyebrows and saw the barely perceptible twitch of his lips. Slowly, he unfurled his fingers from around your foot resting in his lap, ceasing in the gentle massage of tired muscles from an afternoon of arduous training. His expression was frozen in one of disbelief - almost offence - that you could even dare to think he wasn’t capable of lasting longer than an hour in bed.

But you knew exactly what you were doing.

“Nothing to say?” you continued, poking his thigh with your toe.

A firm hand clamped swiftly around your ankle, and Loki turned to look at you with mischief glittering in his eyes like new stars in the night sky. It was a look you were all too familiar with and one that never failed to set your heart racing in your chest.

The sparkle in his green eyes and the set of his mouth in that infuriatingly attractive smirk told you Loki saw your teasing as a challenge - a challenge that he was all too willing to rise to.

Slowly, the silken pad of his thumb began to trace over your skin. It looked innocent, but under Loki’s heated gaze it felt menacing and you fought to suppress a shiver. “What have I told you about that little mouth, darling?” he said quietly, each word dripping with warning.

Something stirred violently to life between your thighs as raw adrenaline coursed freely through your blood, making your heart beat so ferociously against your ribcage that you feared it might break free. You prayed to whoever - or whatever - was listening that he couldn’t detect the effect he was having on you.

“That it feels magnificent wrapped around your cock, I think,” you replied innocently, tossing another handful of M&Ms into your mouth in a strained effort to appear nonchalant.

Nonchalance, though, was impossible with how intensely Loki’s eyes were burning into yours. You could almost see the filthy thoughts playing behind them scene by scene - an unbroken montage of how he’d make you pay again and again and again for your teasing.

Already, you were aching for him, and close to begging for whatever torture his brilliant mind could concoct.

Because it would be torture.

But it would be exquisite.

His lips quirked briefly at your wit while his free hand locked around your other ankle. With a playful narrowing of his eyes, he tugged you along the sofa until you were flat on your back, laughing at your quiet squeal of surprise as he moved easily to hover over you.

“Little minx,” he said, bumping his nose against yours and settling between your thighs. His hands quickly drifted beneath your shirt, pushing it up and letting the cool air hit the exposed skin of your stomach, then your chest. “I said that delightful little mouth would get you into trouble one day,” he continued, running his thumbs over your exposed nipples,

You couldn’t help the small moan that escaped you at how wonderfully teasing his touch was. It was addictive - he was addictive - and it was almost instinctual to arch your back in an attempt to push your breasts further into his hands, all while wrapping your arms around his neck to twist eager fingers into his inky curls.

“Hmm, maybe one day. I’d need more than an hour to be taught any real lesson, though. Maybe once you work on your stamina a little,” you continued to tease him, biting back a smile at the tiny frown that settled on his lips.

God, had he always been so beautiful?

A single finger traced along the column of your neck and over your collarbone until it reached the small dip of your shirt. “You are playing with fire, darling,” he said slowly, using two impossibly strong hands to rip the fabric until it falls away to frame your breasts.

Every inch of you thrummed for him, every pore burned for him, but you fought to fight any trace of it from actively showing. Instead, you answered with a fake gasp of outrage. “That was my favourite!” you pretended to whine, never once breaking eye contact with the god still hovering over you.

His hands quickly drifted to the waistband of your leggings - not without grazing the tips of hungry fingers over your stomach - and easily yanked them off until you were lying naked beneath him. “I don’t care,” he answered, throwing them carelessly behind him.

You didn’t miss his appreciative glance along your body - slow and lingering as though he hadn’t seen you this way a thousand times before. It sent a fresh rush of affection coursing through you, and you knew you would do close to anything that this man asked of you.

Impatiently, you waited for him to undress himself, needing to feel his naked skin beneath your fingertips, but when he remained infuriatingly clothed, your hands snaked down from his shoulders to toy with the hem of his t shirt. You had only just reached beneath and grazed the firm muscles of his stomach when a shimmer of green seidr sent them flying backward over your head and pinned them immovably in place over the armrest of the sofa.

Oh.

“I don’t think so, darling,” Loki purred, shooting you a wicked grin. “Much like my dear, departed friend Icarus, you’ve flown too close to the sun.”

You fought valiantly to contain the laughter that was bubbling in your throat, but all it took was the tiny quirk of Loki’s lip for it to escape in a wildly unattractive snort. “You know that sounds ridiculous when you say it,” you teased him through the cascade of mirth. “My condolences, though,” you added, laughing even harder at the stoic mask that settled across his face.

Swiftly, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, applying just the barest hint of pressure, and partly lifted an eyebrow as his eyes locked with yours. “Do I need to gag you as well?”

You knew he was trying to sound stern, trying to establish the dynamic, but even a master of sorcery couldn’t disguise the amusement shining like new diamonds in his eyes.

“No, Loki,” you answered, feigning a contriteness that he could see right through.

His thumb ran lightly over your lower lip, soft as a rose petal, and you couldn’t help but take it between them, sucking gently while still holding his electrifying gaze.

“Good girl,” he murmured quietly, pulling his thumb from your mouth with a soft pop to instead place his hand between your thighs. You arched into him instantly as he began to tease your aching cunt, feeling your eyes flutter close at the tantalising feel of his fingers stroking your heat. “Mmm, soaking. How long would it take me to make you come, I wonder?” he teased, bringing his fingers back to your lips.

You parted them obediently, taking his fingers on your tongue and licking your arousal off them slowly, flicking your tongue over them in just the way you knew he enjoyed elsewhere. As expected, his eyes darkened to near obsidian above you.

“Five minutes maybe. If your stamina really holds out,” you said when he pulled his fingers free, unable to help yourself.

A devious glint flickered in his eyes - a silent promise of debauchery that had your heart leap and your cunt clench. “You are intent on being a brat tonight, aren’t you? Perhaps I should fuck it out of you?”

The mental image he had placed in your head was decadently obscene, and you couldn't contain the moan that slipped through your lips or the way your hips snapped upwards against his. “Fuck. Please, Loki.”

His answering laugh was low, dangerous. “Begging will get you nowhere tonight, darling. That I can promise you.”

It was impossible to fight the shiver that wracked your spine, and you watched him smirk while he unzipped his jeans, only pushing them down far enough to free his aching cock. You tried to reach and sink your fingers into his ass, momentarily forgetting about the ropes of shimmering green that kept you firmly restrained to the sofa. Your bound hands barely shifted towards your prize, leaving his perfect behind torturously out of reach.

“Something wrong?” he asked, quirking a single eyebrow while he slowly stroked himself.

You ignored the searing flame that erupted in your core. “No.”

His smirk grew just a tiny bit wider. “Good,” he said, and settled deeper between your thighs, letting out a sinful groan that verged on pornographic as he eased inside you inch by inch. He gave a few shallow thrusts once his hips were flush against yours, hissing through gritted teeth as he did so. “Fuck, darling! This little cunt feels better each time.”

“What a shame tha…” The rest of your sentence melted to a moan as he immediately began to build you up.

God, he felt so good that it left you breathless. All you could focus on was the exquisite drag of his cock and the feel of every vein and ridge as he thrust into you. It was almost a brutal pace and one that had the edge cresting like a wave in your core within minutes. You felt the familiar twist in your stomach as the coil tightened. It would only take a few more frantic thrusts of his hips to send you soaring off the edge into bliss.

But bliss never came.

Instead, Loki slowed down until that tidal wave of impending pleasure was nothing more than a faint tingle between your thighs.

“Loki…wha….!” you whined, yanking against the restraints and glaring up at him with betrayal burning in your eyes.

He looked back at you with mock sympathy etched in every line of his beautiful face. “Oh, dear. Were you close? Such a pity, but you see, darling, if I have to last an hour then so do you.”

You glowered at him. “That…that wasn’t…part of the deal!” you whined loudly, feeling your protest fade like smoke in the wind as he began to build you up once again.

Again and again, Loki brought you right to the edge, until the promise of a blinding release shimmered enticingly in front of you like cool water on a summer’s day, but letting the first tendrils of pleasure fade to nothing mere moments before euphoria could claim you.

Again.

And again.

After half an hour, your thighs were shaking with how desperately you craved release, and frustration burned like an eternal flame in your core.

Anything. You’d do anything, say anything, if it meant he’d let you come.

After an hour, frustrated tears began to leak freely down your cheeks - tears that Loki gently brushed away even in the midst of his teasing. You were, after all, still his precious mortal.

His precious mortal who had bitten off substantially more than she could chew.

Loki had edged you many times before, but never this relentlessly and never without an end in sight. He was holding back his own release to prove a point and it only had you asking yourself: how long could he hold out?

“What is it, darling? You seem a little wound up,” Loki taunted, now rolling his hips into you in an achingly slow rhythm, enough that each drag of his cock sent faint sparks of pleasure dancing in your core, but not enough to bring you anywhere close to the edge.

It was heaven and hell rolled into one and you’d gladly be his sinner or his saint. You’d be whatever he wanted just to feel that release.

“Please…please, Lo…,” you begged quietly, even though it would likely yield nothing. Time and time again you had begged - screamed - for release, but Loki had stayed true to his promise that begging would get you nowhere.

His eyes sparkled above you and pale cheeks were stained pink with desire. Fuck, he was beautiful.

He tutted quietly at your begging. “My poor darling,” he cooed, taking one erect nipple in his elegant fingers to twist it cruelly. The heady mix of pleasure and pain made you cry out and arch into him in a silent plead for more. Always, you wanted more from him, more of him.

“Are you finished being a brat?” he asked, giving your nipple another sharp twist.

“Mmmph!” you groaned at the pain, but nodded quickly. “Yes….promise.”

Loki laughed softly, locking his hands back around your ankles and folding your legs back to your shoulders. “Good girl.” His praise had your aching cunt throb. “Now, eyes on me, darling. I want to watch every second of you coming apart.”

It was the only warning you got before his slow pace swiftly became frantic. Each slam of his cock hit that sweet spot over and over, all while his magic tingled on your swollen clit. It was almost blinding, and the edge was on you in mere minutes. Through the heavy haze of desperation and arousal, you heard Loki’s voice ordering you to come.

The climax swept through you like molten lava, swallowing you whole and threatening to drown you in a red hot sea of pleasure. Every inch of you was aflame and it only vaguely registered that you were screaming Loki’s name to the heavens. Praise fell from his lips like honeyed wine - you were his good girl, his precious mortal - and the force of your release had your back arching off the sofa in a near perfect bow, the only thing keeping you locked in place being Loki’s hands still firmly gripping your calves.

“Magnificent, darling,” he said hoarsely. “I simply must see that again.”

He didn’t allow you even a moment’s reprieve or a second to fully come down from your high, keeping up the same frantic pace until you were freefalling into another orgasm - an orgasm so strong that you briefly forgot how to breathe. It wracked through you like a creature possessed, pulling your muscles taut and rendering you completely speechless.

You couldn’t have screamed Loki’s name if you tried.

Praise still fell freely from his lips, but you were so lost to the aftershocks of pleasure that it sounded warped, as though he were speaking from the other side of the door. Everything was muted, numb, and you were only vaguely aware of his hand releasing your ankle.

But everything shifted back into sharp focus when you heard the unmistakable sound of your wand buzzing loudly in his elegant fingers.

Eyes you didn’t even remember closing shot open, watching in panicked disbelief as he nestled the head against your swollen, tortured clit.

You bucked wildly beneath him, trying desperately to escape the tormenting vibrations. Your scream was a gargled mess in your throat as he circled it tauntingly over your clit, pushing one thigh wide to expose more of you to him.

“Loki…Loki, please…I can’t…I can’t,” you protested weakly, not knowing how the hell you were going to survive a wand as well as his cock still thrusting deeply into you.

Loki only answered with the same menacing laugh - the one that told you how completely, utterly fucked you were. “Oh, darling, you will,” he taunted and clicked the wand up a setting. “It’s only been an hour, after all.”

#loki #loki x reader #loki smut #loki fanfiction

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vexxandra · 29 days

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mini pac : stardust

we're all made of stars, but how do you shine? (your best qualities, and how they appear in the world) 3-28-24

PILE ONE ; " like the afterglow of rain " ...

your shine is like that of a child finding their first four leaf clover. the euphoria of finding a diamond in the rough, the feeling of finding light in darkness. you are hope. you are the orange remnants of dusk, painted across the sky, the freckles on someone's skin- perfection amongst beauty. but what makes you shine the most is that you are unaware of this. you don't see your own shine, can't see how bright you burn. you are just like that one direction song; what makes you beautiful. you may envy people for their effortlessness and grace, but let me tell you a secret; you are just the same.

extra: the cool colors, color schemes like the photo above, led lights, neon lights, bars, little black dresses, musical career, forests, cars, synth pop, long sweaters, nighttime. polytheism.

PILE TWO ; " like the call of home " ...

your shine is like the warm hug of the person you love most, tenfold. like the nostalgia in reaching out and making peace with your past, laying in a field of sunflowers thinking of the future. you are the daisies during sunrise, you are bouquets of roses. you are just like flowers in bloom; universally loved. unlike pile one, you know you shine, and you bask in it. but not egoically, no, comfortably. you know your worth and so do the people that love you. sometimes you may feel alone, but let me tell you a secret; you will never be.

extra: hamilton (ontario), tall houses, mundanity, bubble 2022, open roof cars, white dresses, sandals, countryside imagery, text messages, leaving someone on delivered, sunset.

PILE THREE ; " like a rose despite it's thorns " ...

you shine like cat eyes in the night, brilliant and gleaming. like a snake coiled to attack, dangerous like mesmerizing. like a dahlia in full splendor, or the sparkles of glitter and gold. you are the crack of a crystal within a geode, and the flare of a lens. your shine is more like a sparkle, bright, bold and untamable. your spark is like a lion, and shines a golden glow. eyes beautiful and bright that stand out in an ocean of dullness. you stand out. sometimes you try to hide your claws in order to conform to the norm, but let me tell you a secret; you are more beautiful unconcealed.

extra: dashboard, striped sweaters, long nails, shoulder-length hair, october, 2026, driving fast, platform sneakers, enid (wednesday), chicago illinois, tanned skin, pregnancy (doesn't have to be you).

#pick a pile #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile readings #pick a card readings #pac #pac tarot #pac reading #intuition #intuitive readings #intuitive messages #intuitive #tarot free reading #tarot reading #tarot readings

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haoboutyou · 2 months

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starlight | choi seungcheol

528 words | fluff

an: it was rare, i was there… mine x starlight? i don’t wanna live forever x dress???? we won the best eras tour surprise songs lineup i believe

“Woah, who is this pretty thing walking in?!”

Seungcheol walked over to you as you shut the front door of your apartment, hair still damp from the shower he had just stepped out of. He watched you removed your boots, the skirt of your glittery dress peeking out of an oversized hoodie he knew you hadn’t left the house with earlier that day.

“Hey!” He almost burst out laughing at the way your usually clear voice came out so deep and husky. You were tired and sweaty, but you had the largest smile on your face as you leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Did you just get home too?”

As you shimmied out of the hoodie, Seungcheol took the opportunity to take in your look of the night: a black glittery dress, stars carefully drawn around your eyes, gems in your hair, and glitter all over your body.

Honestly, you looked like you were wearing a star-studded night sky. You looked like a goddess.

He hummed in affirmation. “I haven’t been home long. The guys begged me to stay longer, but I would’ve missed you too much” he grinned, gathering you in his arms. He pressed a kiss into your hair, not caring that glitter was getting on everywhere he touched. “How was the concert? You sound like you had a lot of fun,” he laughed, eyebrows wiggling.

You scoffed, slapping him lightly. Leaning in, you took comfort in his scent: clean laundry and familiar soap; home.

“I did! We had so much fun screaming and dancing about!” Just like that, your eyes sparkled as you recounted the night to your boyfriend. Lifting up the hoodie, you presented it like a cat showing off her prey. “Isn’t the merch pretty?”

“... Does that mean you’ll stop stealing my hoodies?”

“I’ll never stop doing that and you know it, Cheollie.”

As he guided you into the house, he let you animatedly recall the concert, describing every set in as much detail as possible as you began to remove your makeup. Ever the perfect partner, he wordlessly started taking down and brushing out your hair as he listened to you ramble on.

“...and her dress! Oh my god, her dress! Cheol, it was the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen! Did you see the video I sent you?” You leaned back into his chest, looking up from your vanity chair. You were staring at him like he had just hung all the stars for you instead of carefully de-geming your hair.

He did see the video selfie you had sent. However, rather than focusing on the singer on stage behind you, all he saw was how you were passionately singing along, glowing along under the strobing stage lights.

“Hmm? Of course, love. You’re always pretty.”

“Not me, Cheol,” you chuckled, melting into the way his arm wrapped around you. “How was your night? You did indoor soccer with the guys again?”

“It was fine, but its better now with you.”

“You’re always so cheesy, Cheollie.”

“Its true!” Seungcheol whined, another kiss on the crown of your head.

“Okay, okay…tell me all about it after I wash up?”

“Sounds good to me.”

#seventeen #scoups #svt #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #scoups fluff #choi seungcheol #seungcheol #seungcheol fluff #˙✧˖° aiyu writes ༘ ⋆｡˚#smth a lil simple this time!

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tohot4u · 7 months

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Promise

lies/truth prompt

Curled together under the moonlight,tucked neatly between comforting arms. Tails tangled into two-toned ribbons.

Watching as the world faded into pitch black darkness. Darkness the sun so craved to understand. To hold gently hand in hand.

Such a delightful dream filled with wonder. However,the sun could never touch the moon. The moon, too busy to ponder the sun's affections. Hiding from brilliant light that brought such joy to the creatures upon his mountain.

All but one

And Wukong couldn’t help but swell with pride and satisfaction.

If the sun could never touch the moon-

Then it was nothing but a lie!

It had to be!

The moon was a vital craving he so longed for. So aloof and fleeting-pleasant and calming. Shy and lovely with an air of intimidation-he was smitten.

There was nothing his darling could ever say or do that could deny their so destined connection.

And here he laid ,clasped between his greedy claws,the fruit of his passion. Of weary-long-nights he chased. With every rotations of the earth,with every passing day-

There was nothing quite like the feeling of when the moon was finally his.

Plush flesh so easily abused by the hunger of his love. Innocent and pure,the most intoxicating of expressions always beautifully painted on his moon's face. Pure bliss as the escapades bled into dawn.

And like a delicate ghost-his moon was alway gone as the sun finally rose from the sea. Opening the bleeding chasm of his heart when his side was found bare. The faint imprint of a farewell kiss across his collarbone his only source of comfort.

But tonight will be special.

Tonight would be perfect

The moon was full,pouring liquid white. Framing them under the stars.

They both stared,eyes locked onto the remnants of their soul.

Macaque couldn’t help but gaze in admiration. At those burning golden eyes,so swelled with love. The thumb caressing his face and pulling him close. Body sagging,relaxing under the tender touch of the star he pulled from the sky.

His sun

Wukong smiled, a soft-snarky little grin directed towards Macaque. His eyes sparkling,casting a subtle glittering glow around them.

“Stay-won’t you?

“You know I’d don’t-“

He hushed him,pressing a quick peck on his lips. Macaque sputtered,red in the face,his ears twitching. Watching as his companion pulled him closer,a pout on his face.

“Please-I'm cold when you go!”

He glared,” Like you don’t run freakishly hot already!”

Wukong looks at him for a moment. Opening his mouth and closing it,before settling for a different sentence.“Oh-fine-I don’t get cold-but still!”

Suddenly serious he gazes down,his sun dimming into a waning flicker.

“I-I get lonely” he whispers, squeezing Macaque tighter in his arms.

Macaque breathed in,rubbing Wukongs fingers as he pondered his response.

“Will you stay with me?”

Wukong perks up,a smile stretching across his face. Excited perky squeals shaking his entire body.

“I will”

“Will you love me?””

“I will”

“Forever?”

“Of course! What kind of question is that!”

“Promise.”

Wukongs gaze softens,rubbing his thumb across Macaque's face once more.

“I promise”

He is a liar

#lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #lmk fanart #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong #monkie destiny challenge 2023 #lmk shadowpeach #shadowpeach

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gojoroui · 16 days

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what do your moots remind you of?

tysm for turning this in nonnie, i was really exited to try this <3 & the fact i thought i had NO MOOTS when i literally have like 33 💀

@wvnrqs — ribbons & bows, old newspapers, pretty swans, tulips, bubbles during a summer day, vintage books

@ode2rin — cats, plushies, desserts, pillow sheets, clouds during a sunset, slice of life vlogs

@yuzurins — chirping birds in pretty meadows, bubble tea, spring mornings, green tea, flowers, plants

@okkalo — golden coins, rainbows, duckies, cardigans, soft breeze at night, lakes, cherries

@noomon — the sun, diaries, simple yet beautiful things, love letters, projectors, mini fireworks

@yoisami — serenity, raindrops falling down a window, youth, modeling posters, strawberries, bunnies

@mikareo — twinkling stars, lattes, romance k dramas, museum of arts, recording studios, eclipse

@rinzsu — instagram posts, cookies, snowman, masquerade balls, photo albums, the beach

@hanrinz — stars, k-pop concerts, snowflakes, headphones, mini skirts, candles on a rainy day

@rosequarzo — japanese folktale, lucky money, headphones, fantasize by ariana grande, toast, waking up at 2am for a snack

@adoregojo — modern universities, polaroids, black & white manga, hairclips, milk tea, bonnets

@riekiss — winter wonderland, snow angels, jewelry, dolphins bumping noses, mini skirts, slowly plucking petals off a flower

@popponn — frogs ofc, matcha, perfectly healthy & straight grass, keroppi, bootcut jeans, chanel soap

@rewh0re — autumn leaves, wooden instruments, music notes, greek & rome mythology, poetry, sacred monuments

@y2kuromi — sand castles, colorful ice cream flavors, perfect pair by beabadoobee, staying up to talk with friends until 1am, pretty seashells, butterflies

@pokkomi — glitter & sparkles, staring at clouds, fantasy genre, cargos, hello kitty, angels

@yunymphs — models, laufey, coquette aesthetic, anything gucci, attractive girls, money

@520cafe — sparrows, cats chasing after yarn strings, thirsty by aespa, picture frames, rice with soy sauce, playlists

@etoiile — lipstick, fashion, staring at the starry night sky, french cookies, milk, daisies

@moonswolfie — coffee, studying with a candlelight during a rainy day, scarves, autumn breeze, biscuits, puppies

@kyoghurts — saturn, friendly aliens, lipstick stains on a white shirt, peach eyes by wave to earth, carp streamers, chalk

@kxttqi — lilies, sunrise & sunsets, lion cubs, melting candles, strawberries, pretty instagram posts

@kaiser1ns — book shelves, j-pop, cheesecake, birthday streamers, lucky money, tigers

@rninies — aventurine, unforgiven by le sserefim, pochacco, mangoes, flip phones, figurine boxes

@iluvies — kaomoji, koi ponds, expensive restaurants, red velvet cake, pottery, bunnies that have their nose scrunched up

@lovedazai — sweet bananas, lily of the valley, bouquet of roses, the smell when you walk into a bakery, prom nights, fairytales

@scopuo — jjk theme song, video games, dvds, tote bags, japanese apartments, thrift stores

@culturity — watching edits at 3am, stargirl, cleared remix by lilithzplug, nokia phone, laces, ramen

@myuroll — my melody, rubber duckies, alice from wonderland, koi fishes, cake rolls, the feeling when when someone gives you a compliment

@noirflms — flower petals, cherry blossoms, coquette clothing, hoodies, pinterest whispers, apocalypse by cigs after sex

@wishmemel — wish me mell, chocolate covered strawberries, the moon, pretty nails, new york at night, mcdonald’s chicken nuggets

@saelique — ocean waves, san-x, doves, kindergarteners (bc ur cute & fun ^^), friends to lovers trope, headphones, staying in bed for 5 more minutes b4 school

@yeritos — pudding, iced coffee, pearl necklaces, mesmerizing color palettes, skipping rocks, mary jane shoes, lamp

#letters ꕤ ˚₊⊹

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1d1195 · 1 year

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Committed I

I’ve been listening to this TikTok on repeat for weeks. The way he plays sounds so, so pretty.

Notes/Warnings: best friend Harry, band Harry, self-hatred thoughts mentioned There will be a part 2; I was going to make it one long piece but it was getting too long.

The first time Harry thought she was beautiful he hoped she would somehow know, and they would just be together. But instead, he had to continue the story that he was telling—one even he didn’t remember after realizing she was the most beautiful creature to walk the earth—and pretend like he hadn’t fallen for his best friend in a matter of twenty seconds.

“Can y’please stop doing that,” Harry rolled his eyes as he said it. “She’ll keep doing stuff fo’ us.”

“Isn’t that why she’s here?” Mitch said with an impish smile and winked at her. Harry glared at him immediately in response.

“Yes,” she answered monotonously at the same time Harry said, “No, I like having her here.”

She smiled in his direction, and he shook his head at her with an eye roll. “S’not why,” he repeated. She shrugged and continued helping pack stuff up.

Harry had Niall and Mitch doing the heavy things, helping Sarah pack up her drums while Niall broke down his keyboard setup. She was insistent on the light things—which other than Sarah’s drums were most of everything. Niall wouldn’t let anyone touch his guitar except for her—especially after she nearly broke her arm trying to save it from falling off the lifted stage once during sound check when Niall’s strap snapped right off his shoulder.

“Don’t know what we’d do without you, princess,” Niall said sweetly to her. Harry felt a flare of jealousy. He hated when other people—even his own friends called his best friend anything other than her name. He wanted to shower her with affectionate names that made her cheeks turn that light pink that he loved so much. Niall wasn’t even in love with her, he didn’t deserve the warmth of her cheeks or the pleasure of making her feel adored.

But neither did Harry. And Harry called her love, sweet girl, and kitten, any chance he could and every time he did, he saw the way her cheeks darkened one shade. Of course, it had gotten easier over the years since they met. Instead of a cherry red, it was more of a velvety pink.

She was helping Harry put things into the back of his car. There were several girls waiting anxiously for his attention. She was used to it. “What did y’think?” He asked. She didn’t respond at first because her focus was on making sure the speakers and sound equipment made it into his car without breaking. “Kitten?”

“Oh me?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Who else, love?”

Her eyes darted to the girls pretending to look busy, waiting for Harry to notice them but instead he leaned against his closed car waiting for the others to file out so they could leave. Sarah oversaw payment—and Niall always managed to get a drink on the house. “What did I think about your show?” She asked leaning against his car and so close to him the sides of their arms touched. He nodded.

“It was beautiful,” she said gently. “You always play flawlessly. I love every show. I swear each one gets better, and I think it’s impossible every single time for that to happen,” she smirked and looked up at the sky. “But you never cease to surprise me.” It was dark enough to see a few stars but in town it was impossible to see all the glittering specks of sparkles fluttering across the sky. She looked forward going back to Harry’s place that he shared with Niall. She wanted to lay on his bed and stare out the skylight and wish on stars all night long.

“You’re not lying, right?” He asked quietly.

She tilted her head and turned to him. “What?”

“Mitch...he was joking around...said y’would think m’good. Even if I sucked. Because you’re m’best friend.”

Every time he said best friend it made her muscles tighten. It felt like she was on high alert. She wanted to be so much more than best friends. But...she wasn’t good enough for someone like Harry. Shaking her head of the thought quickly as she thought of it, she smirked at Harry. “As your best friend, I would tell you if you were bad,” she smiled doing her best to relax the tenseness of her muscles. He smirked at her and shook his head.

“What’s been your favorite show y’think?”

“Do you remember playing back in college at City Tavern for the third time?” She said almost instantaneous. Harry felt his eyebrows move up on his forehead in surprise of her quick answer.

He tilted his head at her again. “The third time?”

“Yes.”

“Specifically, the third?” He questioned.

“Yes, it was a Saturday night, the band that you were supposed to be opening for cancelled and they let you take the lead spot? It was like the last week of September, it was so nice outside—starting to cool down. It was beautiful and you played songs that sounded like how fall feels. I felt like I was wrapped in a sweatshirt sitting by a fire. I never felt so whole.”

Harry wondered if she knew she was a walking poetry book. He tried not to think about how close her face was—tried not to think about how easy it would be to reach out and push some hair behind her ear, hold her chin and kiss her until they were both breathless.

“Hi!” a voice chirped. They tore their gazes from each other to look at the pair of girls approaching them. “I’m sorry to bother you,” she said sweetly. “We’re huge fans. Could we take a picture?” She asked. Looking to Harry for confirmation she saw in his eyes he wanted to say no, but it wasn’t a genuine heartfelt no. She had acted as talent manager many times before. She coerced girls away when they were over the top and too needy. But these girls, as pretty as they were, and for as long as they waited, weren’t mean. There was no need to scare them off. Harry was mad when the sweet girl offered to take a picture for them. Forcing Harry to pose with them he wanted to pose with her, take a selfie or get a good picture of the pair of them cozied up to one another. “Could I give you my number?” One giggled cutely after taking the picture.

As she handed the phone back to the girl who waited idly by while she flirted with Harry, the poor lovesick girl felt all the blood pool into her fingers. She was lucky she didn’t drop the delicate technology as they tingled immediately, numbing how she felt so quickly and viciously, she thought she would pass out in the next breath. Fortunately, her friend grabbed the phone, and she was making her way back inside to help with the rest of the equipment. She didn’t want to hear the answer. “M’flattered,” she heard anyway. “But m’not really interested in dating right now,” Harry explained. “You’re very lovely,” he said sweetly.

She dreaded the day that answer changed. It had been years and years of him saying the same tired line to hopeful girls who never received the change either.

She wasn’t blind. Harry was beautiful; there was no other way to describe it. Every angle of his face was defined but still soft. His skin was like velvet to the touch, and even the little stubble he managed to grow (she was always one to remind him it took him significantly longer than most men to final sprout something resembling a beard), drove her wild. His smile and the dimples were unmatched to anyone’s else’s. She often wondered how she would ever be able to have a child and think they were beautiful because surely Harry would always be the most beautiful thing in the world.

But nothing in the world compared to looking at Harry’s eyes. If she went blind in the next moment, she wouldn’t beg for her sight back only the request to see Harry’s eyes for the rest of her life. She heard music when she saw green. The warmth and happiness she felt every time she saw the cute little crinkle at the outer corners was immeasurable.

The idea that someone else would get to enjoy gazing at Harry for as long as they wanted because they were in love seemed cruel.

Especially when she thought no one would ever love him like she did.

Most of the time she stood backstage to listen to them play but every once in a while, at the smaller clubs and venues, she meandered into the crowd of people. Harry informed her that if she stood about two thirds of the way from the stage and centered herself as best she could, she would have the best sound quality possible. During sound checks, she ensured this was true and always staked out a spot for herself just in case she wanted a view of her best friend (and his lovely band) from the center of the dance floor.

What Harry failed to tell her was how excited he got seeing her among the crowd. He loved having her backstage. He knew she wasn’t endangered of getting hurt by rowdy drunk people, or having her drink messed with or something worse. He enjoyed knowing she could hear and see him and whenever he played, he felt her eyes on him the whole time. Like a warm blanket.

But Harry very obviously, could not watch her from his position center stage when she was behind the lights and curtains. So, when she was front and center, his eyes couldn’t move from her. There was nowhere else to look. No one else to look at or search for in the crowd of people. It was like a spotlight appeared and instead of shining at him, Mitch, Niall, or Sarah, it highlighted her beautiful being in the mix of all the club patrons.

There weren’t many people who believed in him and his friends at the start of their band and their gigs. He heard from acquaintances and random people that bands rarely work out. But she always, always encouraged him to follow his dreams. They still had a long way to go, but they went from open mic nights to paid and tipped live entertainment, to clubs. It was an amazing start and Harry couldn’t ignore his biggest cheerleader.

Harry doesn’t really know why he never said anything to her about the way he felt towards her. It crossed his mind every moment they were together. It seemed like it would happen eventually. But as the pair of them got further into their twenties with no sign of dating in sight, he worried that she didn’t love him any more than a friend at all.

Harry often thought about the first time his best friend turned beautiful. She was beautiful of course, from the moment he met her in primary school, but it was when they were heading off to college once more before third year when Harry had just convinced Niall, Mitch, and Sarah to play at the local pub before all their school friends left as well.

Harry doesn’t even remember what he said. But at the moment everyone was laughing—good naturedly—at his expense. It was a story Harry was telling, and Harry had a way of making a story last twice as long as most others could. His voice was slow, he added extra detail when he thought of it, and someone had said it would be last call before the story was over (and the night had hardly started). While others were laughing, she was just there. Gazing at him. A gentle, encouraging smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “What were you saying?” She asked over the roar of their dull laughter.

Harry felt his chest warm over. Suddenly, she wasn’t just his best friend. Instead, she had soft, silky hair he wanted to run his fingers through. Her cheeks weren’t just for smiling and laughing at his lame jokes, they were round little apples he wanted to kiss at every moment. Her smile was only for him, a lifeboat in a sea of fake laughter. Then, those eyes weren’t just something he noticed darted rapidly around the room ensuring everyone they knew was safe, but they were an oasis—he was desperate to gaze into them and peer into her soul in hopes of finding more about how she felt.

After that, Harry thought things changed on his end. He thought he was much more obvious in his intentions. When they hung out, Harry went about looking for excuses to touch her. He would find stray eyelashes on her cheeks, he would catch a fly away hair, or pluck a piece of lint from off her sweater. Whenever they studied together, planned together, watched movies together, Harry looked for excuses to touch her. “Love?” He hummed bravely.

“Hmm?” She was looking at her notebook studying and writing as she peered from her textbook, the pen cap was in her mouth, making Harry anxious she would swallow it.

“Uhh...” he swallowed, and he suddenly felt nervous about asking her the question on his mind. Naturally she sensed his anxiety before he could even utter the next sentence. Popping the pen cap back into place (and relieving him of his worry of her untimely death), she looked at him expectantly.

“You okay, Harry?” She asked softly.

He felt his cheeks warm. “I know...” he shook his head at himself, feeling like an idiot. “D’you want a hug?” He asked.

She blinked in confusion. “Come again?” She asked.

“Uh...” he cleared his throat. “I just...I can’t remember the last time we hugged. And... you’re m’best friend and I... I love you and I want t’make sure we’re not those friends who never touch each other, or...”

Her face broke into this beautiful smile (of course, it was beautiful. She couldn’t be anything but beautiful) and she nodded quickly. “I’d like that,” she pushed her book and notebook aside to all but throw herself at him. As beautiful as he thought she was, he couldn’t help but think about how perfect she felt in his arms. He squeezed her tightly to him. “Are you okay?” She asked him.

“Hmm?” He hummed almost dreamily. Lost in the perfume of her hair and the warmth of her body close to his.

“Is everything okay?” She questioned again. “You seem out of sorts, and I don’t mind the hugs at all,” she promised. “Just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“M’fine, love,” he nodded against her hair and sighed contentedly as he held her. “Completely fine,” he repeated softly before they enjoyed being snuggled together for a few moments in complete but perfect silence.

She remembered the first time she had a boyfriend. He hated Harry. But it was Harry or no dating. “There’s no way he’s not in love with you,” he said with a shake of his head.

She rolled her eyes. “Harry is my best friend, and you’ll have to trust me on this. He’s part of the package deal.”

Usually, her boyfriends ended up loving Harry almost as much as she did. In reality, there wasn’t anyone that could love him as much as she did. Harry was always perfectly kind and lovely to the men in her life. It made her happy that someone could fit into her life even when Harry was right there, looking utterly perfect and making her heart stop.

But in the end, it never really worked out for guys that weren’t Harry.

Harry had spent many nights consoling her, even when she bravely showed she wasn’t upset. The worst was the guy that dumped her after two years, talking of moving in together, and setting the scene for an entire life together. That night she cried more than Harry had ever seen her and it shattered him.

“I wish I was prettier,” she sniffled.

“Kitten, you’re beautiful,” he promised gently rubbing his hand over her back.

She shook her head. “Not...” she swallowed. “Not like I’m supposed to be.”

He frowned. “I don’t know what that means,” he admitted.

Her face was as broken as her heart. Harry wanted to wrap her in his arms and squeeze until she felt whole. “Like the girls that flirt with you,” she whispered. “They’re skinny and perfect and look like they belong on covers of magazines. They’re not this weird in between size of looking like a potato sack,” she said with a hiccupping breath.

Harry smirked because he thought that was the saddest thing he had ever heard. Especially because he believed she was the most beautiful thing to ever exist. “You silly sweet girl,” he cooed. “You’re not a potato sack.”

She sniffled. “You have to say that.”

“Even still,” he said. What he wanted to say was that in a crowded room the only person that caught his eye was her, always and always. Harry was glad she wasn’t on the cover of a magazine, he wanted to keep her beauty all to himself.

“I think I’ll be alone forever,” she mumbled brokenly.

“You’ll always have me,” he shrugged. He wondered if she could feel how much he meant those words. Even under the pretense of a joke and a way to ease the frustration she felt in the moment, he meant each one. She looked at him with her teary and bloodshot eyes and didn’t say anything. Harry always wondered why. But she didn’t want to say until he found someone better than her. She was already heartbroken over a guy she didn’t really love.

She was helping with Sarah’s makeup and outfit options at their shared apartment when Harry and Niall arrived. Mitch had made the last-minute errand run to make sure everyone had everything they needed for their long night of playing.

“Hello!” Niall called as they entered the apartment.

“Just a minute!” Sarah called. “She’s performing a miracle on my gray looking skin.”

“Oh hush,” she rolled her eyes and Harry couldn’t believe how easy it was to feel at home listening to her voice.

Making themselves comfortable, Niall headed to the kitchen to get a drink while Harry situated himself on the sofa and admired the homey feel of their place. He could sense the essence of her in every air particle. It was like falling asleep on a rainy afternoon listening to music.

“Princess, what’s this?” Niall said pulling the paper off the refrigerator. Harry turned from flipping through show options on TV to his friend sipping his drink as he scanned over the paper.

“You didn’t,” she whispered.

“You have to tell them,” she heard Sarah whisper back.

“What is it?” Harry asked.

“It’s nothing,” she called.

“Uh...it doesn’t look like nothing!” Niall said, his face bubbling with excitement.

“It’s not!” Sarah cheered and came racing from the bathroom to Niall’s side as they scanned the letter.

She slowly made her way out, setting Harry’s heart to a spastic rhythm while she plopped herself beside him on the couch. “What is it?” He repeated. But his stomach already knew. He was overcome with anxiety and fear that something in their lives was going to change.

She rolled her eyes. “I got a paid internship for this music producer...but I’m not taking it.”

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What?” He asked. “Where? When? For who?”

She explained the details saying one of her professors reached out and sent the link to the internship. He put in a good word for her, and while the pay wouldn’t be great, the experience would set the tone for her future. It would help write her own ticket, and she would be perfect for the position. “I never planned on taking it if I got it.”

“You were stupid to think you wouldn’t,” Sarah said knowingly.

She sighed. “I didn’t tell you, because I’m not taking it,” she explained to Harry.

Niall passed the letter to Harry so he could look it over himself. How could she not take it? He turned to her more directly. He thought about his best friend moving halfway across the world, nearly six thousand miles between them. Since primary school they hadn’t been more than six miles apart other than family holidays. The thought of not being able to find her in a matter of ten minutes made him nauseous. But he powered through. “Kitten,” he said softly. “You should take it.”

She shook her head firmly. “No.” One word, simple, done. End of story.

“She’s being extremely stubborn,” Sarah said. “That’s why I put it on the fridge. It’s your turn to convince her.”

“Princess, you’d be insane not to do it,” Niall said gently standing beside Sarah while she looked on with a pointed expression.

“Better have me committed then,” she shrugged.

Harry settled the letter aside. “Love.”

“Harry, I’m not going,” she shook her head. “I’m just not.” As much as he didn’t want her to go, this seemed like a horrible idea to let her stay when it was so very obvious that she should. “We have a show to get ready for,” she said getting up and heading to grab her things for them all.

“Did you know?” Harry asked Mitch while they were on stage during the soundcheck. Niall was getting drinks for them while Sarah and her went to the bathroom to freshen up before the show.

“Know what?”

“’Bout the internship.”

Mitch nodded. “I was there when she got the letter. Sarah was very insistent she go.”

Harry glanced at the ground away from them. He hated the idea of her leaving. “Wonder why she won’t go,” he mumbled. Mitch snorted in response. “What?”

Mitch looked his friend in exasperation. “You can’t be that dense,” he said.

Harry felt his eyebrows pinch together. “What?” He repeated.

“She won’t leave you,” he said with an eye roll. Harry’s heart skipped a beat and he stared blankly at Mitch as he waited for him to continue. Shaking his head, he sighed. “Sarah thinks I shouldn’t say anything, but m’pretty sure the only ones who don’t know you’re in love with one another are yourselves,” he shrugged and headed to Niall getting the round of drinks.

Harry felt like his tongue weighed three times as much in his mouth. If he wanted to speak, he didn’t think he could. The silence in his head was so loud he could have put a rock concert to shame.

“Whoa, are you okay?” She asked suddenly. Her hand was on his face checking his temperature with the cool feeling of her skin against the hotness that warmed over his forehead and cheeks. “You look pale, are you feeling alright?” The concern dripped in her voice making his heart ache more by the second.

“M’fine,” he mumbled.

The worry was already etched on her face, she didn’t believe him and he knew she was right not to. He wasn’t alright. He did feel sick. He saw Mitch mumbling something to Sarah who looked annoyed as she looked over at Harry and her concerned expression. “He’s fine, love,” Sarah said. “Pre-show nerves.”

“Haven’t had those in a while,” she smiled softly at her best friend. “You’ll be amazing. Always are,” she promised and pressed her lips to his cheek.

She stayed backstage that night. Harry was grateful. He was certain he wouldn’t be able to focus if she was front and center. Knowing she was backstage made it difficult as it was. He could hear their regular fans screaming for him and he enjoyed the way they sounded but most importantly, he hoped she liked tonight’s show.

She loved Harry’s stage presence. He had so much fun and looked so at ease. From backstage she couldn’t see much but without telling him she went towards the front part of the house and slid into the crowd to see her best friend two-thirds away from the stage, centered as she knew best.

Harry’s tattoos nearly gleamed under the stage lights. They didn’t play for huge venues, but hundreds of people saw them play each time. They got paid well for what they did, and she could listen to Harry’s crooning voice all day long. If she was forced to be blind or deaf, she would pick being blind without hesitation—she couldn’t give up hearing Harry’s voice for all the riches in the world.

Swaying to the cover playing over the speakers and the words spilling from Harry’s lips made her almost woozy. He still didn’t see her, but his eyes were scanning the crowd. She thought he’d be a star one day and she dreaded it a little. Losing Harry to the popularity of celebrity status seemed like a fate that was unavoidable, but it made her sad to think of it. She shouldn’t think about it. It made her sad for no reason. Harry was up there, looking beautiful, looking like he belonged and singing so wonderfully it made her warm all over. There would be time to mourn Harry being famous in the future. For now, she wanted to enjoy him in front of her.

She had told him about her favorite show. For some reason, this one seemed like it would replace it. He looked too beautiful; his skin was smooth and silky looking. All she could think about was how he must have tasted, and she wished she could run her hands over his biceps as they curled to touch his guitar and microphone.

“Hey!” Someone shouted in her ear. Ruining the perfect daydream of Harry and his amazing voice. Like he was only singing to her. Begrudgingly, she turned toward the voice and met the eyes of the man beside her. He smiled at her so sweetly. He was cute, she wasn’t unaware of it.

But he wasn’t Harry.

She smiled at him politely. “Great music, huh!?” He said to her loudly.

She nodded. “Yeah! My best friend is singing up there,” she gestured proudly. She could see his eyes falter a little. She knew that look. Anytime a guy knew Harry was in her life they seemed to flounder a bit; there was no way they could compete with him.

They were right, of course.

“He’s good!” He called again.

“Thank you!” Her voice was proud again. She couldn’t help it, she beamed with pride at him.

“Can I get you a drink!?” He asked.

She could feel the blush on her cheeks. She was rarely asked to get a drink or even talked to by men—especially because of Harry but more so because she didn’t think she was pretty enough. It was her entire issue with Harry. She wasn’t beautiful enough for Harry. He deserved someone who looked like she belonged on his arm. She didn’t. There was too much extra weight on her hips and legs. Her face always looked asymmetrical in pictures. Her hair never seemed to sit flat, always a bout of frizz. As she ogled Harry up there, he was too beautiful.

She was not.

She perched on her toes to talk to the man’s ear nervous about the impending reaction. It could only go one of two ways and with Harry on stage she hoped it went the polite way. “That’s very sweet, but I don’t take drinks from strangers without my friend around,” she explained. “I’m flattered.”

“I get that, that’s smart,” he nodded. Relief flooded her. “I’ll wait till he’s off stage then,” he smiled devilishly. Her cheeks burned red again and she grinned at him.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Enjoy the show!”

She hadn’t realized she hadn’t looked up at Harry once during the interaction with the stranger. As she turned her gaze away from the retreating figure up to the stage where her gaze locked with her best friend.

He looked pissed.

Frowning, she gave a small wave, and he turned his gaze from her momentarily, the anger in his eyes not matching the gentle voice that sang while she enjoyed his show.

Her eyes darted to Niall who caught her sight and he winked at her with an eye roll as he shook his head almost imperceptibly in response to Harry. Next her gaze moved to Mitch who just smiled at her as if he knew something she didn’t. Sarah was in her own world, living her best life playing with a bunch of boys who were a bit crazy at times.

Usually, she didn’t stay in the crowd the whole set. But something about Harry’s reaction twisted her stomach. It felt like she was in trouble, so she didn’t want to go backstage until the end—especially if Harry was going to be all grumpy towards her.

She got her own drink and moved around the crowd as best she could to get a different view, a different sound throughout the set. While his suggestion to stand two thirds away from the center was a good one, Harry sounded beautiful from anywhere in the crowd. She never really got to go up front, but she saw her chance as there were people leaving and she thought nothing of it.

Plus, it wasn’t like Harry ever told her not to go up front for any particular reason.

It took her a moment to realize that Harry was in fact searching for her, but once she did, her heart warmed. As grumpy as he was earlier, it was so sweet he cared for her; so sweet that he worried about her.

As good as he sounded further from the stage, her whole world changed seeing him so close. She got to be near Harry all the time—closer than directly in front of the stage ever could, but somehow this got her heart beating out of control. He was even more beautiful than ever. There was something almost intimate about seeing the way his fingers skimmed over the guitar strings, the way his jaw flexed as he sang, and how she could almost see the way his eyelashes brushed his cheeks every time he blinked.

Fortunately, her ogling prevented her from noticing the girls that violently/drunkenly shoved her out of the way. She thought that if she braced for impact, it would have been much worse. She fell back to the floor so hard she was certain her tailbone was going to bruise. The back of her head had a sharp pain almost instantly as it smacked into the floor. She couldn’t even scream she was so shocked. She gasped as the headache ensued immediately, too. Reaching for her head someone stepped on her arm and she groaned. Clutching the back of her head she tried to move but it felt like there was so much weight pressing on her. She always wanted to hear Harry play, but she wished the sound would just stop in that moment. Her brain was foggy, but she wasn’t unconscious. Everything just ached from that sudden impact against the hard floor.

For the rest of her life, she would be grateful to the girl who saw her on the floor and started pushing people away. “Hey, stop the music,” Harry said hurriedly. She was certain she would hear his voice on her deathbed, and she couldn’t help but think how mad he was going to be once he realized it was her. “Can we get some help up front?” He said quickly.

The music stopped; the voices faded into a cacophony of small talk. The pounding of the music and people screaming and yelling stopped too. She was relieved only slightly. “Oh shit, princess,” Niall said the microphone catching his words.

Of course, she couldn’t see from her view on the floor. But Harry nearly threw his guitar to the floor the moment Niall’s voice indicated it was her that was hurt. Mitch only grabbed it at the last second, catching it by the head of the instrument as Harry jumped from the stage and shoved the group huddled around away from her. Niall knew that Harry was going to spiral at any second—if he wasn’t already. Seeing his best friend’s girl lying on the sticky hard floor made him mad; he couldn’t imagine what Harry was feeling. “Kitten?!” He said alertly. She had one hand on her forehead as she turned her gaze upward. “What are y’doing down here?” He snapped. He was mad. How interesting.

“My head hurts,” she murmured. Harry scooped her up like she weighed nothing and marched toward the back of the stage. Security was there to keep the remaining people away from them and she couldn’t believe Harry was holding her so effortlessly. She knew she didn’t weigh anything close to how Harry so easily picked her up. “Put me down,” she muttered but her head was aching too much.

Harry ignored her. “Is she alright?” Sarah asked.

“M’fine,” she managed. “My head hurts.”

“Get her some water,” Harry snapped settling her onto the couch in the makeshift dressing room the club had set up for bands like Harry’s.

“The lights are really bright,” she told him.

They were off in seconds. It was just the light from the adjoining bathroom and the hallway outside that let any light in. Harry was crouched beside her, his hand resting on her cheek and his thumb ran over her temple which felt so indescribably good she thought she would melt. “What’s today’s date?”

“I just have a headache, Harry,” she promised. She peeled one eye open to look at him. He waited anxiously for her to answer. “It’s March 24th,” she told him.

He sighed with relief. “Say the months backwards.”

“Harry,” she whined. “I just need some medicine.”

“Kitten, please,” he begged. She couldn’t ignore how upset he sounded. Listing them backwards her head continued to pound. “Okay,” he murmured. It was silent. Closing her eyes again she relied on the sound of Harry’s haggard breathing. The sharpness of the pain was subsiding to a substantial ache, but not as intense as it was when it happened.

“M’okay,” she mumbled. “Stop being all worried.” He didn’t say anything. Just continued rubbing his thumb gently against her face. “You sounded amazing,” she reminded him. “Think you replaced my favorite show,” a smiled twitched at her lips.

He snorted. “This is by far m’least favorite,” he grumbled.

“Don’t be silly,” she said blindly reaching out to squeeze what had to have been his arm. He was much closer than she expected. “I can still get hurt and you can have a great show.”

Her eyes were closed so she couldn’t see the way he shook his head. His body was overcome with grief and worry that she was injured. The moment he heard Niall say princess he thought he would combust. Harry could only think about how hours before Mitch said they were in love with one another, and he tried to deny it. People didn’t lose their minds the way Harry did when they weren’t in love.

“I haven’t had anything to drink, so that probably didn’t help,” she told him.

“Probably for the best there’s no alcohol fogging up y’brain,” he murmured. Even banged up she was so beautiful. Harry loved touching her and as much as he hated how she got hurt; he was grateful to touch her. Carrying her down the hall, despite her weak protest, made him think about carrying her to bed after falling asleep on the couch or over the threshold like the stupid marital tradition he didn’t even believe in even though he had no right to think about marrying her. “Does anything else hurt, m’love?” He hummed.

“Someone stepped on my hand,” she said wiggling her fingers for effect. Harry grabbed and inspected her hand carefully. There were no wounds or punctures for which he was grateful. Just a bit of a shoe print. “Think m’fingers are just sore,” she said. Carefully, Harry massaged each digit, gently rolling them between his fingers. “Ooh...” she hummed. “I could get used to this,” she sighed. Finally, he smirked. He couldn’t help it. She was too cute. Plus, he was so grateful she was okay. “This water is taking forever.”

Harry didn’t say a whole lot in times like these. He was worried he would break down crying over the anxiety of not knowing if she was truly okay. She knew he was anxious—of course she did, she knew everything about him. So she chatted more to ease his anxiety. Even when she wasn’t feeling well, she was always thinking about him.

“Y’don’t have t’talk,” he murmured. “M’okay if you’re okay,” he said.

The smile on her lips grew and she reached her free hand out to squeeze his arm again. “You’re the best, Harry,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

“I don’t like when you’re in the crowd.”

“I know.” More silence. “Harry, you’re beautiful,” she whispered. He snorted.

“Y’definitely have a concussion.”

“I’m serious!” Her eyebrows crinkled together as she pouted, and he brought his free hand to smooth out the slight wrinkle. He didn’t want her head to hurt more because of it. “From the crowd...you just look so at ease up there. So happy. You belong up there and I think it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” she whispered.

“Thank you, love,” he answered quietly. She could hear the shyness in his voice, and it made her giggle.

“So shy,” she rolled her eyes. “Girls screaming over you and you still think you don’t deserve it.”

If she wasn’t the one screaming, it didn’t matter at all. “D’you need anything else?” He asked.

“Can you rub my head again? That felt nice.”

“Of course, m’love,” there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her, and he really needed an excuse to not touch her right now to assure himself that she was okay. So, no. He didn’t mind touching her sweet face at all.

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vivisviolets · 5 days

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━☆𓁺☆━ Magical messages for your Monday ━☆𓁺☆━ (⊹ timeless dw ⊹)

free channeled as i did my makeup weeeee

━☆pick the image you feel most drawn to sistaaas (gn term)~ or to become more clear for this channeled reading/future prediction, ask God/Spirit/your higher or future self for which pile would resonate best for your alignment~!!... And or just pick your favorite Powerpuff Girl ofc lollll━☆

━☆𓁺☆━ pile 1

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━☆ Pink, hearts, sparkles/sparkly (eyeshadow or sparkly dresses?- brooches?...), summer nights, fireworks, dreamy, grounded, Taurus/Virgo/Capri placements (Taurus midheaven, Capri rising/Moon degree, Virgo rising/Mars), divine feminine within masculine, house/collage party, business upgrade, phone calls, paid (family?$) vacation, past mommy issues ━☆

━☆I see a balcony, this could be the balcony of a new/different apartment that you are touring and settling on that is destined for you at this time in your life- for some this is an apartment at a party of some kind, hosted by a friend of a friend-... This is a balcony of a castle even- Disneyland? For my whole collective, this is a balcony that you are standing on at night, the sky is a fully darkened blue, and this is accruing in an environment where there are only a handful of stars or none at all... But there is something about the scene that is glittering- maybe dew drops on other balcony plants glistening from lit windows, stained glass,- for those at a party this could be what you choose to wear, eyeshadow, or some accessory,- for those in some place higher, or more royal I should say this is your dress or a clip on your suit-... For all in this collective, no matter the situation-... You feel like a princess. Or prince, or royalty, you feel high (maybe you are at this party💀- full or laughter and couches)- you feel on top of the world. Your world, that you are finally meeting- you are becoming aligned with your world... This might even be your first party, your first business trip/meeting, or your first apartment in a new town/place. You are looking from this balcony, up at the summer night sky, and down at the life below (windows, sidewalks, cicadas-)... You look ahead, past the balcony's edge- and you feel... At peace. Your eyes are sparkling, with tears for some of you, and for some, it's a feeling of satisfaction- you are here. In the weight of the past bundled up, and your whole future as open to you as the night sky, open to you and closer in reach- and you are here, right smack dab in the present, your present moment, your moment.

━☆"I feel nervous in a way that can't be named" - "-I dreamt last night of a sign that read 'The end of love'" - "we were reaching in the dark- that summer in New York" - "I've always been in love with you- could you tell it from the moment that I met you"━☆

━☆𓁺☆━ pile 2

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━☆ Green, connection to pile 1, 32, 222, 333(?), "finally here", garden, Paris, je t'aime(2006), fruit, park visit, "new job now colors", "you love her, don't you?" ━☆

━☆As I looked up from meditating on your energy, all I saw was green (the sunlight on my hydrangeas), you love nature and "organized plant life" (gardening I'm guessing) and you are finally in it! I keep getting phrases more so than just keywords so for some you may be a writer... And your work has finally become monetary "fruitful"! Or for some of you- you just have a "writer's heart" that I am heavily picking up on. -(Brontë sisters?? Wuthering Heights-?)- And I want to give you the message that you will have this same heart for years and years- and you do with it as you wish (keep it internal I mean), but this is just my message to you and what my own spirit guides are saying- tune into yourself and begin to express like my actual-writer group. I'm hearing that my writer group for this collective may even be your higher selves showing you what your future can be by stepping onto this path, and for those in my group already writing (and this could be anything, journaling, poetry, fan fiction, etc) you are now making steps towards this future-writer-self... I hope I'm making sense because I am not a writer lol (I am in my own way ofc I just don't describe myself as that... Yet!)- anyways, even if all that you are doing right now is just personal (for some of you, you already have a blog or page that you are posting on/beginning to, good for you!!), but if you continue to build your world, build your confidence/grow your confidence- this will in the future turn into a career I'm hearing, even if it feels slow going. I'm hearing it will result in journalism, a bigger blog, tons of kudos (~if you know you know), ko-fi, etc- I'm hearing you'll get those new pairs of shoes that you want (yes pairs, you'll have the income)- but back to nature~ you'll get that garden, it's already set in stone for you,- for some of you you'll also get that job involving nature/plant life/outdoors. I'm hearing it has something to do with the national parks/forest preserves, so you'll be getting that park ranger opportunity, fire watch (?), wildlife protection and observation- you got it-it's yours. For some of you, this is a position at a "big box store" in the gardening department, like Home Depot (US reader here- change the name for where you live)- you got it in the bag. I'm already seeing you pushing one of those big wooden carts around full of geraniums or something🌸. The point is, once you align yourself with where you want to be/go- you got it, it's yours. Arriving in even better a plan, and timing, than you were overthinking it would be.

━☆"silly boy- don't talk to me" - "I do better on my own- I don't mean to come off cold" - "shame I would've danced with you tonight"━☆

━☆𓁺☆━ pile 3

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━☆ -(*cw* 18+ near end)-(‼️**CW**‼️ vampiric energy ‼️ALERT‼️🗣)- Blue, clouds, sky, "sky high", birds, balloons, sunsets, the ocean, letters V, T, O, M, number 7, 777, 7171, sea turtles, tangerines, citrus, Pretty in Pink (1986) ━☆

━☆You're in the clouds- maybe you're high with a group of friends. I sense your crush, or someone you feel an attraction to when you get high- you're in a dreamy place, and the environment around you also feels a bit like a dream, you're at a fair- a fairground of some kind. It's dusk and by the beach, the air has turned crisper and you're in a jacket (bomber or jean), you're being led by the hand through the lit-up stalls, and the lanterns look like they have fairies made of light dancing in them- your head is spinning with the cold summer air as you are guided through the feet and shoes of others. This person guiding you sees you as theirs in this moment, whether they are one of your friends going solo with you, or the person who you have this scent of attraction towards- I'm not sure, I don't think you quite know either as they lead you with their back to you through the crowd. You two being connected by their hand reaching behind them to grip onto yours- the breeze flowing through the crowd dances through your loose hair whisps- your eyes are unfocused, and the air switches from clear and cold to warm and fried (because fairgrounds,- funnel cake)- your wrist stays pulled on, a clung-to-grip... This person, you do know them- and they want to take you somewhere while in this high, their own high makes them headstrong and determined I'm hearing, but again- I am unclear if this is someone in particular that you are attracted to, or a friend... Who most definitely has an attraction to you when you are both in the clouds... Together- you follow their grip on you, and what happens next-... I'll leave to your imagination ☁️💫

Ok I'm sobering from your energy- cuz your reading turned out too short for my taste and I want to try and "recall"/"remember" some of the details to better Identify this individual to you... You already know this person and they are within your friend group/you know them in a group setting (for only one or two of you- you are currently solo/on your own and this is describing your future friend group dynamic!),,, there is something dark about them physically or energetically- dark curly hair, dark/brown/hazel eyes, tan/dark tan skin I'm hearing. There's something noticeable to you about their jawline/chin/lips area- it's honestly giving Pretty in Pink energy- you have your eyes fully hazed over for this one particular person (also in your group- or this could even be a co-worker or someone you know from work) while this other person is energetically at your heels- it's giving you're gazing longingly at another while this person is staring hard at the back of your head. Ouch lol- but again the dark attributes I felt weren't just physical but also energetic... Yea, they're fun and have either a very charismatic personality or a more dry and witty charm to them (I'm hearing a bit of a drawl especially when they talk to youuu)- but their motives,,, their intentions boo-boo, I mean maybe you'd kinda like a bad little boy in the sheets- I'll leave it up to you, but I'll say just be totally freaking careful with your emotions and what you can actually gain from this person, cause,, I'm hearing the word "wipe/tissue"- this person is here for fun and then it's onto the next experience... They could get off on doing that actually 💀- but I mean you do you, just know what it is you're doing (it's giving vampire energy now... They want to take your precious energy under a cape before flying off out the window- OOF💀 babygirl-!)

*kept typing "?" when I wanted commas- this dude is confusing and not it tf- (I cannot go on any longer girllll😭)*

━☆"you would explain the current,Hoping I just stay the same and nothing will change and it'll be us, just for a while" "do we even exist? that's when I make the wish, to swim away with the fish"━☆

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━☆this was cool lol happy monday🎉☕️

#୨୧┈♡ vi post #୨୧┈♡ vi pac #୨୧┈♡ vi's art #pac #pac tarot #pick an image #pick a card #pick a card reading #pick a picture #pick a pile

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hannah-heartstrings · 11 months

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@gray-ace-space requested sparkly purple ace icons and I had a lot of fun and got a bit carried away. XD

Free for anyone to use.

Pink ones here.

Credits for the photos I used to make them:

Top Left: Purple Glitter Texture Background by Danijela Racic from Getty Images

Top Middle: Cartoon Shooting Stars Lavender Purple Sky by tkrcartoon on Judy Kao’s Images

Top Right: Purple Lavender Watercolor Background by Lana Veter on Canva Pro

Middle Left: Light Purple Glittery Background by Dorin Tamas from Canva Pro

Middle Middle: Night Sky with Stars. by Nednapa from Getty Images

Middle Right: Purple Nebula Space Background by Wahyu Prasetiyo (Ntorial Studio) from Ntorial Studio

Bottom Left: Sparkling Purple Glitter by CMBar from Chrome Design’s Images

Bottom Middle: Defocused Particles Background (Purple) by DKosig from Getty Images Signature (I like that they just called them particles, I legit went and renamed the file to match.)

Bottom Right: Purple Butterfly Bokeh Lights. Bokeh Defocused Background by snjewelry from Getty Images

I didn’t even know some of these sites existed till I looked at the photo credits, Canva Pro pulls from a lot of places, I might have to check some of these out.

#purple aesthetic #ace icons #ace #asexual #asexuality #ace positivity #aspec #icons #free to use

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justlemmeadoreyou · 5 months

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ice skating

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

words: ~500

my masterlist | other blurbs

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The crisp December air dances with the promise of falling snow as you pull on your borrowed ice skates. They're a little too big, but thanks to Harry's expert lacing skills, they feel secure enough for your clumsy self. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his gloved fingertips lingering on your cheek for a moment longer than necessary.

"Ready to be amazed by my graceful skills?" Harry asks, a playful glint in his eyes. He extends a hand, the warmth of his palm seeping through your gloves.

You take it, your heart skipping a beat at the way his fingers intertwine with yours. "Lead the way, Mr. Styles," you say, a smile tugging at your lips.

He pulls you onto the ice, the first tentative steps sending shivers down your spine. But Harry's steady presence beside you is a reassuring anchor. He guides you gently, his laughter warm and inviting as you stumble and giggle, clinging to him for dear life.

Slowly, you find your balance. The initial fear melts away, replaced by a newfound sense of freedom. You glide across the ice, your hand clasped tightly in Harry's. He whispers words of encouragement in your ear, his voice a soothing melody against the backdrop of Christmas carols playing in the distance.

As you gain confidence, you begin to experiment. You link arms with Harry, spinning in graceful circles until the world becomes a blur of glittering lights and happy faces. You laugh, your breath forming white clouds in the cold air. For a moment, it's just the two of you, lost in your own winter wonderland.

When the music fades, you and Harry find yourselves leaning against the railing, catching your breath. Your cheeks are flushed from the exertion, your eyes sparkling with exhilaration.

"That was...amazing," you say, unable to contain your smile.

Harry grins back at you, his eyes mirroring your own joy. "I told you I was graceful."

"Oh, absolutely," you tease, playfully nudging him with your elbow. "The most graceful penguin I know."

He throws his head back and laughs, the sound as warm and comforting as a crackling fireplace. In that moment, you realize that it's not the ice skating that makes you happy, it's being with him. It's the way his laughter fills the air, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his hand feels perfectly safe in yours.

As the first snowflakes begin to fall, painting the world in a soft white blanket, you know this is a memory you'll cherish forever. A memory of ice skating with Harry Styles, under a sky full of stars, on a magical winter night.

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simpforfandom231 · 4 months

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Stunned by the Blyth sister *PART 1*

Pairing: Rachel Zegler x Y/N Blyth summary: Rachel Zagler discovers on the premiere of the new hunger games movie that Tom has a sister and boy oh boy, is she smitten for the girl. Tom first very protective over his baby sister, eventually trusts his sister and Rachel A/N: this was a request. i will tell you guys, I'm not into short stories as I have to much fun with it. this will be a multipart but don't worry I will try to contain myself.

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The premiere of the highly anticipated "Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes" was enveloped in an electric buzz. The red carpet stretched like a scarlet river, lined with flashing cameras, excited fans, and eager reporters. The night sky sparkled with the glint of stars, mirroring the glittering anticipation in the air.

As the first limousine glided to a stop, the crowd's murmur rose to a crescendo. The door opened, and out stepped Rachel Zegler, the radiant starlet at the heart of the film. The dazzling flashbulbs captured her every step as she gracefully descended from the car, the slit of her elegant gown revealing glimpses of stardust heels.

Rachel, with an air of effortless glamour, smiled and waved to the throngs of admirers. Her presence was magnetic, and the crowd couldn't get enough. The excitement heightened as she made her way down the scarlet path, pausing for interviews, and showering the fans with gratitude.

Meanwhile, the night air was charged with the anticipation of the film itself. "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes" promised to be a spectacle, and the cast, including the enigmatic Hunter Schafer and the charismatic Tom Blyth, had already become the talk of the town. The chemistry between the stars was a tantalizing mystery that fueled the fervor surrounding the movie.

As Rachel Zegler reached the entrance, the hushed whispers among the crowd transformed into cheers. The night was still young, and the premiere held the promise of an unforgettable experience. The stage was set, the players were in place, and the audience awaited the unfolding of "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes" with bated breath.

As Rachel continued to charm the red carpet, gracefully navigating the sea of flashes and adoring fans, the crowd's attention shifted to the arrival of the next A-lister. Another sleek limousine pulled up to the premiere, and all eyes were fixed on its glamorous passenger.

The door swung open, and out stepped Hunter Schafer, an icon of both beauty and rebellion. Dressed in an avant-garde ensemble that blended elegance with a touch of defiance, Hunter exuded an aura of cool confidence. The cameras clicked furiously as she made her way down the scarlet path, each step a deliberate statement.

Hunter's presence added an intriguing layer to the evening. Known for her bold choices both on and off the screen, she became the epitome of the film's enigmatic allure. As she moved through the crowd, she shared knowing glances with Rachel, and the chemistry between the two stars sparked speculation among fans and the media alike.

The duo's camaraderie was palpable, creating a magnetic energy that enveloped the red carpet. Hunter, with a playful smile, engaged in brief conversations with reporters, dropping hints about the complexity of her character in "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes." The anticipation for the film intensified with each passing moment.

The night, which began with the radiant presence of Rachel Zegler, now took on a new dynamic with the arrival of Hunter Schafer. The red carpet had become a stage where the stars, like characters in a tantalizing drama, unveiled glimpses of the intrigue awaiting audiences in the cinematic world they were about to enter. As the two leading ladies joined forces for photo opportunities, the air buzzed with excitement.

Hunter Schafer and Rachel Zegler continued down the red carpet, their smiles and laughter painted the scene with an air of camaraderie that captivated onlookers. The chemistry between them became a spectacle in itself, leaving fans eager to see the on-screen dynamic they had forged in "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes."

Cameras flashed as the dynamic duo posed for photos, their infectious energy lighting up the night. Reporters clamored for a chance to ask questions, and one bold interviewer seized the opportunity to delve into the personal side of Rachel's experience with the film.

"Rachel, you and Hunter seem to share an incredible connection both on and off the screen. But we can't help but wonder, was it awkward working with your ex, Josh Rivera, on this movie?" the interviewer inquired, the question hanging in the air like a carefully crafted cliffhanger.

Rachel's expression momentarily shifted, a subtle acknowledgment of the question's weight. She gracefully composed herself before responding, "Working on this project was an incredible experience, and I think we all came together as a team to bring this story to life. Everyone involved, including Josh, brought their A-game, and we focused on creating something special for the audience."

Hunter chimed in, adding, "We're all professionals, and our priority was making this film the best it could be. The dynamic on set was collaborative, and I think that energy translates into the final product. It's a testament to the dedication of everyone involved."

The response, delivered with poise and diplomacy, seemed to satisfy the curiosity of the reporters. As Rachel and Hunter continued down the red carpet, the night unfolded like a carefully scripted drama, leaving the lingering question of the on-screen chemistry between the cast members as a mystery to be unraveled on the silver screen.

The interviewer, undeterred by the diplomatic response, continued to probe into the personal lives of the stars, determined to uncover any nugget of gossip that might fuel the media frenzy surrounding the film.

"Rachel, with all the glamour and charm around you tonight, fans are curious—is there anyone in particular who has caught your eye? Any off-screen romance blossoming amidst the drama of 'The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes'?" the interviewer asked with a sly grin.

Rachel laughed, her eyes twinkling, "Oh, you're trying to stir up some intrigue, aren't you? But honestly, right now, my focus is entirely on celebrating this incredible project and the amazing team behind it. The only romance happening here is the love we all have for bringing Suzanne Collins' story to life."

Hunter Schafer chimed in playfully, "Yeah, we're all in a committed relationship with this movie. It's a passionate affair with the art and storytelling."

The response was met with a ripple of laughter from the crowd, and the duo continued to navigate the sea of questions with grace and humor. The interviewer, while persistent, couldn't pry any juicy details from the stars. As the red carpet experience unfolded, it became evident that, amidst the glamour and speculation, the focus remained firmly on the film itself—the culmination of hard work, dedication, and a shared commitment to storytelling.

As the interview continued to unravel, the red carpet became a bustling tapestry of excitement, with more cast members arriving to join the festivities. The air was charged with anticipation, and the presence of the film's leading man, Tom Blyth, who portrayed Coriolanus Snow, added an extra layer of intrigue to the evening.

Tom stepped onto the red carpet, exuding a commanding yet charismatic presence. The flashbulbs intensified as the crowd's attention pivoted toward the enigmatic figure. Dressed in a sharp tailored suit, Tom seemed to effortlessly embody the complex character of Coriolanus Snow, his piercing gaze and confident demeanor capturing the essence of the Capitol's cunning president.

On Tom's arm was a stunning companion, her elegance complementing his own debonair style. Whispers rippled through the crowd as onlookers tried to discern the identity of the mystery woman accompanying the leading man. As Tom and his companion approached, the red carpet seemed to part to make way for the power couple of the evening.

Rachel, who had momentarily paused mid-sentence during the interview, was among those who couldn't help but be captivated by the entrance of her co-star. Her eyes widened slightly, and a subtle curiosity played across her features as she observed Tom and the elegant woman by his side.

The interviewer, sensing a shift in the atmosphere, adjusted the focus of the conversation. "Rachel, it looks like your leading man has just arrived. What are your thoughts on working with Tom Blyth and the incredible dynamic you two share in the film?"

Rachel, regaining her composure, smiled and replied, "Working with Tom has been an absolute pleasure. He brings such depth to the character of Coriolanus Snow, and the chemistry between our characters is a crucial element of the story. It's been a collaborative journey, and I think audiences will be intrigued by the twists and turns in our on-screen relationship."

Meanwhile, Tom and his companion continued to make their way down the red carpet, pausing for photos and exchanging pleasantries with reporters. The whispers and speculations about the leading man's date added an unexpected twist to the evening, setting the stage for a premiere that promised both on-screen and off-screen drama.

As Tom and his companion continued to strike poses for the flashing cameras, it became increasingly evident that the mystery woman was none other than Tom's little sister, Y/n Blyth. The realization rippled through the crowd, and a collective sigh of relief replaced the earlier speculation.

Tom, maintaining his suave demeanor, whispered comforting words to his sister as they navigated the red carpet. Y/n, although appearing slightly overwhelmed by the glitz and glamour of the premiere, managed a grateful smile at her brother's reassuring words. The bond between them was palpable, and the genuine moment of sibling support added a heartwarming touch to the red carpet spectacle.

Reporters, quick to pick up on the familial connection, directed their questions toward Tom and Y/n. "Tom, it's a pleasant surprise to see your sister here with you tonight. How does it feel to share this special moment with her?" inquired one reporter.

Tom, his arm wrapped protectively around Y/n, replied with a genuine smile, "It's truly special. Y/n has always been my biggest supporter, and having her here tonight makes the experience even more memorable. This film is a labor of love for all of us, and to share it with family is truly meaningful."

Y/n, still adjusting to the spotlight, added, "I'm incredibly proud of Tom and what he has accomplished with this role. Being here and witnessing the culmination of his hard work is a surreal experience."

The red carpet, which had initially buzzed with speculation and intrigue, now embraced a warm and familial atmosphere. Tom and Y/n posed for more photos, their smiles reflecting the shared pride in the moment. As the brother-sister duo made their way into the venue, the crowd's attention shifted back to the overarching excitement surrounding "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes."

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A/N: part 2 will be up quickly!

#rachel zegler #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird x you #lucy gray x fem!reader #fandom #lucy gray #lucy gray baird #tbosas #fanfic

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year

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fragments of your warmth

Pairing: Jamil Viper x gn!reader

Synopsis: Where you stood, it was exactly where your love had blossomed all those summers ago. Only this time, you stood alone with your memories and regrets.

Tags: friends to benefits to lovers, pining, angst, long distance relationship, ex lovers to lovers, canon divergence, stargazing, bot proofread

Word count: 2.1k+

Notes: this is my submission @merotwst and @cvlutos's Jamil's Summer Competition! Happy belated birthday Ellie <3 Make sure to check out the other entries using the tag!

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You are welcomed by the tranquillity that the familiar beach offers as you take your first steps onto the soft and cool sand. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore, combined with the nostalgic summer breeze, is a soothing balm for your senses that transports you to another world. The sky above is a canvas of sparkling diamonds, with millions of stars twinkling in the inky darkness, a vast and glittering expanse that stretches as far as your eye can see.

The sight before you is like an elegant painting from a dream, yet your heart feels like it's pricked by countless thorns of grief. This scene overlaps with one you experienced that night many summers ago, but you can't help but feel that everything was more vibrant when he was by your side.

The memories wash over you like the calming waves, and you are instantly transported to a bygone era, where time seems suspended and the world was infused with enchantment, where the sun-drenched hallways of NRC echoed with laughter and mischief.

It was there, where you met him.

Jamil Viper had bewitched you the moment your eyes met. His refined and captivating features made him strikingly handsome, but it was the depth in his eyes that truly set him apart. Like pools of obsidian, they held a mystique that seemed to hold countless untold stories and hidden desires. As fate would have it, your paths intertwined amidst the chaos of school, and you couldn't help but be captivated by his allure.

Burdened by responsibilities that were not of your choosing, the two of you found solace in the shared understanding of the burdens you bore. Life had dealt you both a hand filled with obligations and expectations, piling endless duties that seemed to overshadow your personal desires, but you found sanctuary in each other's company, where you could be true to yourselves and simply indulge.

Together, you found respite from the suffocating grip of responsibility. Hearts drew nearer as an invisible thread wove between you, weaving a tapestry of emotions that yearned to be acknowledged. It was an uncharted realm, an unexplored terrain where friendship and desire danced a delicate waltz, their steps uncertain yet alluring.

And so, with trepidation and anticipation, you succumbed to the allure of intimacy, strengthening your connection to him while safeguarding the sanctity of your friendship. It became a clandestine affair, shrouded in secrecy from prying eyes, nurtured by a foundation of trust and lust, enabling vulnerability and uninhibited honesty while offering emotional support and physical affection.

In those stolen moments, it was just the two of you, consumed by a fire that burned with equal parts longing and frustration. You explored each other's bodies with a mixture of curiosity and desire, finding pleasure in the physical connection you had cultivated. The touch of his hand sent electric currents surging through your body, igniting desires that defied reason. His kisses were elixirs of ecstasy that left you intoxicated and craving more. His laughter echoed through your veins like a melodic symphony. His genuine kindness and unwavering support melted the barriers you had built, leaving you defenceless against the growing feelings that welled within.

It had been an arrangement devoid of emotional entanglements. But how could you have possibly resisted falling in love, when it was Jamil who you were entangled with?

Love had woven its intricate tapestry around you, defying your attempts to keep it at bay. It was Jamil who unravelled your defences, revealing a depth of emotion that neither of you could ignore. And as the clandestine affair continued, the lines between friendship and love blurred, caught in a passionate embrace that neither of you could resist.

You had intended to keep your feelings at bay, that maybe once he graduated, with time and distance, the ember of yearning within you would fade like a dying flame without fuel.

But then came their graduation trip, where Kalim had extended an invitation to you and the others to join their trip to a tropical island of crystal-clear skies and sparkling seas to celebrate. And on that final night of your adventure, Jamil took you to a secluded beach, a secret spot for stargazing under the heavens.

You remember how his warm hand felt in yours, like a spell that pulled you closer to him. The scent of lemongrass filled the air, a fresh and tangy aroma that mingled with the ocean breeze and carried all your worries far away. Jamil had fretted over the many bugs approaching him, and you couldn't help but giggle at his antics as he diligently reapplied repellent, often volunteering to get rid of the pesky creatures that approached him.

You had both laid on a blanket he had brought, the air around you felt thick and humid, but still you drew close, seeking comfort in one another's embrace like clockwork. And as you looked up at the starry sky together, his eyes sparkled with a joy that matched the glittering constellations above.

Underneath the canopy of stars, surrounded by the serene lullaby of the waves, you found the courage to share the depths of your heart. Words spilt forth, confessions, long kept buried, danced upon the salt-kissed breeze.

The connection, nurtured through stolen glances, fiery passion, and tender moments, had blossomed into something profound. At that sacred juncture, you felt time relinquish its hold. The world faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you lingering in a universe of your own making.

The fragile silence was then shattered by those precious words that still ring in your ears, that continue to make you feel like every second you spent with him, every moment you spent agonising over your feelings for him, was all worth it.

"I've fallen for you, more deeply than I ever thought possible," he confessed, his voice full of sincerity and vulnerability. A smile graced his lips, his eyes shimmering with an affection that transcended words. "Thank you, for entering my life."

It was a night of enchantment and wonder, a memory etched deep into your soul. The two of you were alone in a world that felt infinite, surrounded by the ethereal glow of your love.

But now, as you stand alone, the world seems to have lost some of its vibrant hues; the colours have dulled, the stars have dimmed, and the air carries a chilly emptiness. You yearn for the passion of that night, for his comforting embrace. The memory of your time together casts a bittersweet shadow over the present, reminding you of what you had and what you lost.

Your love with him was like warm water, a gentle current that caressed and cradled your beings. Like the tranquillity of a serene pool, it washed over you, infusing your heart and soul with a profound sense of contentment.

But just like warm water, its heat inevitably dissipated, and only an icy void that exposed the rawness of your emotion remained.

A sigh escapes your lips, carrying with it the familiar sting of tears welling up, blurring the world around you and shrouding it in a veil of melancholy. The truth had loomed before you, as stark as the fading heat: though you had given it your all, you had no choice but to part ways.

With genuine intentions and hearts brimming with hope, the two of you had embarked on your relationship despite the long distance, promising to communicate regularly, plan visits, and hold onto the precious bond. Together, you painted vivid images of a future life entwined, sharing moments of domestic bliss, cooking side by side, and simply basking in each other’s presence, foolishly making promises at every corner.

Eventually though, the sharp sting of reality began to seep into your once idyllic dreams. Jamil, burdened by his duties in service to the Asim family, found his time and attention inexorably divided among countless obligations. And you, adrift in a sea of uncertainty, grappling without a proper identity and support system, struggled to find your place in a world so different from your original one.

The vast expanse of distance, once merely an inconvenience, now transformed into an insurmountable barrier, slowly eroding the very foundation of your once unbreakable bond.

Communication became sporadic, filled with empty words and broken promises. The once-frequent video calls turned into occasional text messages, and the passionate expressions of love were replaced by awkward silences and forced conversations. Your sanctuary had shifted, unintentionally or not, to the point where you no longer felt comfortable in talking to him, and instead another obligation to fulfill. Your longing grew stronger with every passing day, but the guilt of not being able to fulfil the promises weighed heavily on both of you.

The bittersweet truth became clear: the relationship that had bloomed within the protection of the school walls now found itself entangled in the thorny web of unfulfilled promises and fading hope, and the decision to let go became inevitable.

You lift your gaze to the sky in an attempt to prevent the tears from falling, searching the constellations for some semblance of an answer as your heart aches. The stars twinkle like distant beacons, each one a reminder of the vastness of the universe and the infinite possibilities it held, but all you could see was the endless expanse of the universe, an unfathomable void mirroring the emptiness you feel inside.

They say that time heals all wounds, even the fractures of a wounded heart. Yet, the passage of the sands of time has done little to alleviate the searing ache that persists. The yearning for him remains, an unyielding yearning that entwines itself around your every thought and breath. The sands of time may always shift, and the tides of life may ebb and flow, but within you, an eternal echo of his presence lingers, an ache that defies the passage of days and the fading of memories.

As the tranquil night hangs in suspended animation, a voice, achingly familiar, slices through the silence, shattering the cocoon of solitude you had enveloped yourself in.

"Ya amar..." The words, laden with tenderness and history, linger in the air, like a sweet melody that you tried so hard to forget.

How cruel of him, to still call you by such an endearing nickname.

You turn, your heart caught in a tumultuous dance of anticipation and trepidation, uncertain of what awaits you. And there he stands, a vision bathed in the glimmers of moonlight, the flickering beams bestowing a celestial radiance upon his countenance. Time has left its fingerprints on him, etching lines of experience on his face, while retaining the essence of the person you loved so fiercely.

" You’re… crying," he whispers in slight surprise. Desperately, you try to suppress the flood of tears that only intensified with his presence, but they defy your control, cascading down your cheeks in unrestrained torrents.

He takes a tentative step closer, and with a touch as tender as ever, he extends his hand, seeking permission for his contact. Frozen in place, you allow him to approach. The warmth of his touch graces your skin like a sunbeam, a pacifying caress that eases the ache within. With delicate fingers, he tenderly brushes away your tears, wiping with them the pain and sorrow that have pooled in your eyes. You can't help but lean into his touch, seeking refuge in his warmth like you had in the days of your youth.

"I... I never forgot you," you manage to choke out, your voice thick with emotions that threaten to overwhelm you. The words spilt out of you like a dam collapsing, releasing the pent-up feelings that have silently swelled within you for so long.

Tears continue to stream relentlessly down your face, the anguish of the past and present bearing down upon your fragile soul. Doubts assail you, wondering if he still cares, if he even remembers you after years.

But as you look up into his dark eyes, you see the answer reflected in their depths. There is a softness there, a tenderness reserved for you that had always been present.

Jamil leans closer, his expression loving and understanding. His voice, soft and sincere. "I never forgot you either," he whispered, his words a delicate admission, as if finally unburdening himself from the weight of past mistakes. "I'm so sorry, for everything."

Without hesitation, Jamil closes the remaining distance between you, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace. The strength and warmth of his hold envelopes you like a sanctuary amidst your turmoil. You stand there, sharing the same beach that witnessed your love, bathed in bittersweet nostalgia, and a flicker of hope ignites within you.

The past may have been fraught with challenges and missed opportunities, but in this moment, you dare to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, things would turn out alright this time.

After all, with enough time and dedication, the cool waters of your love could be rekindled into a comforting warmth once again.

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