#Tuesday drabble

[arecaceae175]

Courage To Transition

Written as part of @legendoflinkficfight for @artsyanonymity’s prompt: “TP link or LU Twilight is trans fem”

Growing up, she knew something was off. She knew when she watched the other girls play. She knew when Ilia’s father said beautiful, but her own father said handsome. She knew when clothes felt wrong and tight, even though they were perfectly fitted.

She didn’t know what it meant, until she did. It was scary, realizing she was different. Her family had never heard of it. Her town had never seen it.

But she was a Hero of Courage, and she knew sometimes getting it done meant doing it scared.

So, she did.

And they learned.

And she was happy.

[girl-next-door-writes]

Gif drabble for dear Mycroft? ❤

The last time your path had crossed with Mycroft Holmes it had got rather... heated. He had said some scathing things that had cut deep, something he regretted more than he would ever admit. This was why he found himself at this little soiree, lingering in the entrance hall, his eyes darting to the door every few seconds.

"Brother mine, I am surprised to see you here. This isn't you kind of thing, too many... people." Sherlock smirked, knowing full well why Mycroft was there.

"I am merely passing through on my way elsewhere. It pays to show my face, on occasion."

"Of course. Your presence wouldn't have anything to do with-"

"Sherlock!" Your voice cut through their conversation and Mycroft turned, his heart racing when he saw you in your fine evening wear, looking even more attractive than usual. His mouth went dry and he found himself at a loss for words as you approached, his stomach dropping when your smile faded as you spotted him.

"Mycroft." Your tone was a little clipped yet polite, a tone which felt like a thousand papercuts to his skin.

"I'm fine." He blurted, mentally kicking himself.

"Good." You said with a hint of confusion.

"Good." He nodded.

"Is this how you two are going to interact for the foreseeable? This is going to very quickly become infuriating. Mycroft, just apologise and admit you're in love. Then my dear friend here can accept and admit their love for you and we can all get on with our lives."

"SHERLOCK!" You and Mycroft both shouted simultaneously, staring incredulously at the cheeky Holmes, who simply shrugged and walked away, leaving the two of you in a rather awkward silence.

[cassidyandonlycassidy]

breaking point

tyler owens (twisters) x reader

words: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of past hookups, love declarations (bc i have to make all my fics at least a little fluffy)

the legendary tornado wrangler won't get on his knees for just anybody. it's a position of vulnerability, especially as his head tips forward, exposing his throat.

but you're not a predator in this moment, not with your thighs spread apart and he's smiling up at you with that shit eating grin you know all to well.

“whatever, you win.” you sigh. “just eat me out.”

“that wasn't what the bet was.” tyler says with a chuckle. “whoever breaks first doesn't get to cum.”

it was a dumb and pointless bet, but one that was needed to remind both of you that you didn't in fact completely lack control and could handle being around each other without finding somewhere to hole up and fuck, leaving rest of the crew waiting for you to finish up.

“come on, ty.” you pout, putting on your best pleading face. “i know you wanna taste me too.”

“you got me there.” you watch as tylers pink tongue darts out to lick his lips. “of course i could always eat you out without letting you cum.”

“we somehow managed three whole days of teasing each other without getting an orgasm. you're really gonna deny me of that?” you pout.

“we'll see.” tyler hums, his eyes dropping to your pussy, spread open and put on display as you're sat perched on the edge of the bed.

you're about to open your mouth to give another snarky response, or beg and plead if you have to, whatever you need to get tylers mouth on you when he suddenly surges forward, hands pressing your thighs even further apart.

his tongue swipes through your folds, over and over in quick succession, tasting every inch of you that he can while dutifully ignoring your clit, not giving you that pleasure just yet. you hope that's his only punishment for giving in.

“god, ty.” you moan, head tipping back as one of your hands comes to the back of his head, pushing his face even further against your pussy.

“so fucking delicious.” tyler moans, his words vibrating against your wet skin.

tyler can only tease for so long, soon his mouth moves to find your clit, circling around the sensitive bud before sucking it between his lips as you shout out.

he gives you no time to adjust to the sudden pressure, knowing you've been without it for longer than he'd like, but he's still not ready to just let you get away with losing your bet.

“god, baby.” you let yourself fall backwards onto the bed, giving up looking tyler in the eye as you continuously moan so loud you wouldn't be surprised if the people in the motel room next to you came knocking on your door to complain.

tyler grabs your thighs, keeping them pulled apart as he eats you out, greedily slurping your juices, the wet sounds filling the room.

“keep going.” you plead, hips raising up and down, grinding yourself against his face.

tyler gives up holding your thighs open with both hands, moving his finger to your entrance, pressing against it as he wets his digit until he's able to push into you as you let out a gasp.

his fingertip is rough against your walls as he keeps his finger pushed inside, continuing to pay attention to your clit while you adjust.

“more, ty, please.” you whine, squeezing your pussy around his digit, knowing how much that usually entices him and gets him moving along, but not today, not when you have a punishment to receive.

tylers mouth softens, making you let out an excruciating high as your previously building high slows back down, breath coming hot and fast as he begins to pump his finger in and out of you, a slow steady motion that has your hips wiggling.

“stay still or you definitely won't come.” tyler commands, squeezing at your thigh, giving you a light warning.

“fine.” you huff, deciding to try and focus on the feeling of his finger pushing out of you. it's not hard or fast enough to really send you over the edge, until suddenly a second finger is pushed inside of you.

“tyler, i can't.” you beg, resorting to using his full name.

he completely ignores you, used to your whines and begs and pleads that he always eventually gives into. you'll just finish up helping out a town hit by a tornado only to try and convince him to ditch the motel room you rented for the night and just hit up the first place he can fuck you in.

neither of you really saw it as a problem until you accidentally traumatized boone when he went to grab something out of the truck only to find you two in the backseat, thankfully still mostly clothed.

your hips rise up, unable to control them but tyler knows exactly what it signifies, able to read your body as good as his own as his mouth rips away from you, knowing that his fingers inside of you isn't enough to make you cum without some sort of attention to your clit.

“stop! please keep going!” you scream out, not caring that your begging doesn't make sense as your pussy pulsates around his fingers, desperate for an orgasm.

“you'll get to cum tonight.” tyler says, watching you let out a breath of relief as you were starting to worry he would stick to the beg wouldn't let you at all. “but itll be with me inside of you. and im not done playing with you yet.”

you can't even argue as his mouth pecks at your clit, licking his lips every time he kisses your skin.

his fingers move in a fury, surely imagining it was his cock buried inside of you considering he's been without it for too long. you can hardly wait to feel him properly inside of you, having been relentlessly teased, knowing he tugged his jeans a bit lower on his hips often just to give you a view of the muscular lines leading underneath his belt.

“ty…” you sigh out, back arching off the bed, wondering briefly how many hotel rooms you've fucked in, if you've reached every county in oklahoma and arkansas. 

“yeah, i know. i need you too baby.” tyler gives your clit one last hearty suck before he stands. already shirtless from when he sensually stripped to successfully get you to break first.

you sit up quickly, hands pushing his out of the way to undo his belt buckle and push his jeans down along with his underwear all in one go.

his cock springs up, having been hard and pushing against his zipper since entering the hotel room with you, knowing he'd either break or get you to break.

“lay back.” tyler says, his eyes lowering and darkening seeing your hands so close to his cock.

you move up the bed but instead of laying on your back, you flip onto your stomach and spread your legs.

“oh, like that?” you can hear the amusement in tylers voice as the bed dips as he crawls on top of it, draping himself over your body.

you think he's going to give you a minute, maybe kiss your shoulder blades and rub his cock through your folds, but his head presses against your entrance, and his length is entering you so suddenly you can't help but scream out.

“shit.” tyler cusses, pushing the rest of the way into you. he wastes no time picking up speed, deciding he's teased you long enough.

“god, ty!” you squeal, hands gripping into the sheets as you keep your thighs spread despite the force being applied, his hips slamming forward without control, needing to wreck you, needing to take you and stake his claim on your body again.

“you're so fucking-” tyler lets out a growl, dropping his head as he puts more weight on you. “you're so fucking warm and wet, baby. can't wait to fill you up.”

you haven't used condoms in forever. you began hooking up with tyler and quickly got on birth control so he could cum inside you like you so desired. the first time having you raw, he didn't even last five minutes. 

“fuck me- fuck me harder.” you squeal. “come on, give it to me, ty.”

you can feel the switch in his body. when his powerful muscles stop holding back, slamming full force into you, knowing you can take it, the one girl he's been able to find that can handle anything he throws at.

“i love you.” tyler whispers so quietly your ears barely pick up his words.

you flip over quickly, his cock only away from you for a moment before hes fucking you again, now looking into your eyes.

“i love you too, ty.” you haven't said it before. maybe it's just in the heat of the moment, but you don't think you'll regret it later.

tyler kisses you deeply, glad you both share the feelings beyond just hooking up, knowing things will change but feeling nothing but excitement for what waking up tomorrow will look like as tyler thrusts into you.

his cock swells inside of you, the tell tale sign that hes going to cum. you quickly move a hand down your torso to rub your clit, and all it takes is tylers lips against yours and his cum releasing inside of you for you to suddenly cum as well.

you moan into each other's mouths, a mix of curses and each other's names as tyler fucks you through your highs, feeling your body shake underneath his as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and tug him into you, feeling your sensitive nipples rub against his chest.

“god, that was good.” you giggle, breathing deeply in time with tyler as he keeps his softening cock inside of you, not ready to separate yet when your bodies are so perfectly aligned.

“we are never going that long without making love again.” tyler says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, but it doesn't distract from the wording he chose as you smile up at him.

“never.” you vow.

[ameliora-j]

stepdad!james potter fucking you while he's on the phone with your mom talking about booking their wedding venue?

content → unprotected piv, cheating, answering during sex, DARK CONTENT, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

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“shut up.” james snaps, slapping his big hand over your mouth to silence your loud moans as he’s pounding into your tight little pussy. he groans softly, rolling his eyes as he slides his finger across the screen. he drops the phone by your head, and your eyes widen in horror as you see your mother’s name and picture on his screen.

you quickly shake your head, trying weakly to push him away, but he just smirks. “‘lo?” he hums as he hooks your legs around his arms, starting up his pace once more. your hand flies to cover your mouth as you gasp, your back arching up off the mattress as you feel james’ cock going deeper and deeper.

“hi, honey… i’m at one of the venue options with the planner. it’s one of the only ones within the budget and i hate it” your mom whines and you’re rolling your eyes at how needy she is.

“go off budget then” james says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “stay within reason… no more than $1000 over” he says, and that makes you smile. james never gave you a limit. just told you to buy yourself pretty new things and model them when you came back.

“are you sure? oh jamie you’re just perfect” james hums in response, unable to help the rolling of his eyes as his hips begin to stutter.

“i know i am honey” he chuckled. “now run along and make it perfect… i’m working, sweetie” he lies easily and your mom is already hanging up, leaving james room to pound you the way he really wants, ripping your hands away from your mouth and pinning them above your head. “now let me hear you, princess… and don’t fucking hold back.” he growls.

[shieldofiron]

They’re at a cookout, it’s one of Steve’s new work friends’ place and Billy couldn’t be bothered to learn their names. Steve is always gathering people, making friends wherever he goes, and Billy’s more likely now to spend the party talking to the dog. He can’t drink or smoke anymore once they pumped all that stuff out of his stomach when he was 18 so he just has to steep in his social anxiety.

“Can you hold her?” This woman says next to him. She’s been juggling twin babies and he’s been watching not without sympathy as they keep setting each other off crying.

And then suddenly there’s a baby in his arms, smelling milky and soft, and she stops fussing to stare up at him with big brown eyes.

Billy turns to protest but the woman’s already rushing the other twin inside the house, it’s diaper bulging.

Ok.

Well, this can’t take too long.

The thing is, babies like him for some bewildering reason. They always stare at him in grocery stores, make grabby hands towards him. Max used to joke it was because he looked like a doll. And he still does, covered in scars, but his face is intact, perfect.

“Ok, kiddo.” He nods mostly to himself. “You like the dodgers or what?”

She says nothing, blinking at him, miniature fingers squirming on her stomach like she’s nervous.

He settles her a little more comfortably in the crook of his arm, and reaches out a finger to those little hands.

“Billy Hargrove. Are you Jennifer or Jocelyn? I guess it doesn’t matter too much right now, huh?” He shakes her fingers when they grasp at him. “Nice to meet you.”

He glances up and Steve is giving him that stare, wide eyed. For a moment he thinks Steve is pissed or something, which isn’t fair, because Billy hasn’t even done anything wrong.

But then he sees the telltale flush steal across Steve’s cheeks.

Billy smirks, raises the baby’s hand and waves it Steve’s way.

“Kiddo, thank you. I’ll explain what for when you’re older. For now, let’s see… I bet you like peekaboo.”

[cursedyuri]

something something ellie getting jealous of your friends and being more possessive around them… ‘cause they have to know you’re hers and hers alone.

it starts off pretty subtle - you catch ellie’s sharp glances when your friends compliment your outfits, touch your hair, jokingly slap your ass. if it isn’t for the way her knuckles blanche when she takes a sip of her beer, the way her dark green eyes give your friends a once-over dipped in contempt when she thinks you’re not watching, you wouldn’t notice. but you catch on to each hint and watch with amusement - is she really jealous? of them?

your friends give you a kiss on the cheek, nothing more than a greeting, and ellie won’t let go of you for the rest of the night. she’ll take you along to grab another round from the bar, holds the shitty bathroom stall door closed from the inside when you declare you need a piss break. your friends can’t pull you away if they tried… but it’s not like you’re complaining. ellie even dances with you, sways her hips with yours and glowers at your friends when their eyes drift to her hands on your ass.

and don’t get even get me started on the kissing - ellie’s mouth is latched to yours as frequently as it can be without it being borderline pornographic. she makes out with you in dingy, beer-sticky bar corners, moans into your mouth as you kiss on crowded dance floors. there’s not a soul in a ten-mile radius who wouldn’t know who you belong to.

but still… you like that she’s always proving that you’re hers, and she’s yours.

[strawlessandbraless]

You ever think about nurse role play and light domination?

[pridoo]

There’s a tingle in my palm where your touch landed. Like a ghost, there is a hidden mark of your presence under my skin. What does it mean to be touched by a ghost? I crave for touch but I also abhor it. I want your warm body next to mine. Telling me I’m alive, you’re here with me. I close the distance again. Body to body. A pulse, like a warning, goes through me. But it’s a reminder, not an alarm. That for a brief moment we occupy the same space, I feel your temperature, and you feel mine. 19/11/24

This is my first drabble (100 words exactly) I'm making as an exercise when writing my thesis. This one is touch-starved EkuRei, next week it will be something else probably. Thanks for having me!

[tinkerbelldetective]

"You know, I don't think you've ever visited me for anything less than business on this side of the bridge."

You lean against the doorway of your brownstone, a teasing smile on your face.

Ben Stone shrugs his shoulders before ascending the steps, meeting you on the second stair from the top, his tall frame blocking the street.

"There's a Wednesday in your office that would beg to differ, my dear."

There's a moment of soft laughter between the two of you while you step aside to let him in.

"How's Pamela and Peter?"

"She's at a sleepover that will consist of noisemakers and staying up far too late, I'm sure. Peter's convinced he can stay up to see the ball drop with his aunt."

It strikes you just how much he seems to fit. His signature waistcoat hanging up behind the door, the way he stands in your living room waiting for you to join him and his blue sweater and jeans combo that rivals your own. He looks so tall in your living room, even next to the big tree, but he looks like he's supposed to be there (because he is).

Ben's hand slides around your wrist as you walk past, gently tugging you into him.

"Now," he begins, that little drawl of his peeking out in a low tone, "as much as I love our Tuesday mornings, there is room for dinner on my calendar next year."

"That sounds lovely," you answer, eyeing the ticking clock.

The sudden cheer from your neighbors caught you off guard, but you settle in as Ben's finger slide under your chin, lifting just enough to meet your lips.

"Happy New Year."

[arecaceae175]

Freedom

100 word drabble written for Legend of Link Fic Fight 2025 @legendoflinkficfight

@marsnoodlesoup’s prompt: Give Skyward Sword Link a mobility aid! Wheelchair, crutch, cane, etc; dealers choice. Let that guy thrive

My Loftwing is freedom to fly across the skies and experience everything above the clouds I call home.

My wheelchair is freedom to run and play the day away without worrying about energy or pain.

My crutches are freedom to explore the unknown surface, across the great forests, to the seas, up the peaks of volcanoes.

My cane is freedom to walk through my house, from the room where one lover rests to where the other creates.

My mobility aids are freedom to engage with the world. My disabilities try to hold me back, but mobility aids propel me forward.

[girl-next-door-writes]

🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹

Armitage Hux was not known for his vast amount of patience for stupidity, but people often forgot that as he didn't blow up into a childish tantrum every few hours like Ren. One such person was Lieutenant Bainbridge.

"All I'm saying is that there were better ideas on the table." he was pontificating, believing he had a much better idea of tactics than you, not that he would say it to your face. "I suppose having the General's ear has more pull than actual..."

"Lieutenant, I suggest you stop talking." Mitaka said hurriedly, his eyes widening a little as he saw Hux reach for his blaster.

A single shot rang out and the bridge fell silent. Bainbridge wasn't dead, but he would have a very permanent reminder to keep his uninformed opinions to himself.

Holstering his blaster, Armitage knew you would not be impressed with his actions, but he just couldn't stand hearing someone not fit to clean your boots talk badly about you. He considered his reaction for a fraction of a second and concluded that he would definitely do it again if pressed.

[ameliora-j]

ur the only person i trust who can give me a filthy but soft smut of james potter fucking y/n in his ice hockey jersey

i’m honored 🥹

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“james…” you groan, trying to push him away as he has you pressed up against your desk in your office. “cut it out!” you groan as he kisses down your neck.

“oh baby” james chuckles, shaking his head. james towers over you, and his ice hockey jersey are purposefully tailored to be longer and bigger on him so that they can fit over all his gear—thus causing every single one of his jerseys to be a dress on you. this—accompanied by a pair of thigh high boots—was your signature game day look. “you’re wearing the jersey, you’re asking to be split open on my cock and you know it” he chuckles lowly, nipping at your ear.

you whine, shaking your head as you push him back once more. “stop james. i’m serious, i’m not fucking you” you huff softly.

“uh huh baby… whatever you say” he murmurs, sinking to his knees and pushing your legs apart. he pushes his jersey up over your hips and tuts his tongue, shaking his head softly. “and look at that… you don’t wanna fuck but this little cunt is nice and uncovered for me” he hums, noting that you’d foregone panties—and james knew you expected this.

“my poor girl’s gonna be so cold on that ice tonight” he pouts softly, shaking his head as he rubs a thumb over your slit.

“james!” you squeak. “i’ll be fine” you shake your head.

“hush baby, do your work. ‘m talking to my girl” he chuckles softly. your eyes widen and heat rises immediately to your face as you realize james is speaking to your pussy, not you. “‘s okay pretty princess… i’ll make sure you keep warm tonight” he whispers before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your little clit.

he hums softly, his eyes rolling a bit at the taste before he wraps his mouth around your cunt, wiggling his tongue through your sticky folds. “that’s right princess, knew you wanted daddy” he whispers to your cunt, leaning back and spitting on your pulsing hole. “‘s okay… daddy’s here. gonna clean you up baby. make it all better” he hums to your pussy before diving back in.

“j-james… james!” you moan loudly, reaching back and pushing his head closer to your needy cunt. he chuckles against you, slapping your ass.

“i knew you’d come around” he mumbles, standing and beginning to undo his pants.

“n-no… no james i’m not fucking you! i’m trying to tell you we need to go” you whine, shaking your head insistently.

“yeah princess, i hear you” he nods, running his cock through your slit a few times. “there’s my girl” he groans as he feels your wetness soaking his cock. “it’s okay, i’ll give it to you… no need to cry” he chuckles lowly as your pussy drips down onto his cock.

he groans lowly as he slowly pushes into your cunt, practically whining as he bottoms out. “oh you’re so tight” he breathes, holding your hips.

“j-james… jamie stop” you whine as he begins to fuck you. his pace is slow but intentional, his hips angled to hit your gspot head on each time he slams his cock back into you.

“oh baby, you’re begging me to stop but my princess is begging to cum” he murmurs, gently rubbing your clit as he fucks you slow and hard. “it’s okay pretty girl… if you want daddy to stop all you have to do is cum” he taunts, holding you close to him as he fucks you slowly.

you whine, shaking your head as it falls back against his shoulder. “your pussy is crying for me… squeezing around me. oh baby she wants to cum so bad” he mocks, beginning to rub your clit faster. he keeps his pace slow, but pounds your gspot mercilessly as you cry out his name along with profanities.

“daddy!” you whine as you gaze at him with wide, glossy eyes.

“oh there’s my pretty princess” he hums softly, smiling lovingly at you as he leans in and gives you a kiss. you whimper softly, meeting his thrusts as you kiss him back. “‘s my good girl. take my cock so well” he mumbles, kissing across your shoulders.

“daddy… i wanna cum” you whimper, your eyes rolling as you clench around him.

“i know baby… i know daddy’s right there” he mumbles. “why don’t you milk my cock baby?” he hums, kissing your cheek. “cum for me… squeeze daddy’s cum from that big cock” he groans lowly.

you let out a long, loud moan, your head falling back against his shoulder as you cream on james’ cock. he sucks in air through his teeth, fucking you through your orgasm as his hips begin to stutter until he paints your walls with his cum. “what do you say baby?” he mocks as he rides out his orgasm, fucking you full of his cum.

“thank you, daddy” you moan quietly, smiling lazily at him.

[blubberymuses]

"Behinngh ah twwhiighh ii-iish... hhoooooomppfhh.... livvin' liifah onn'.... mmmmmmmppfhh.. e-easshy moohdeeh-ooh..."

"B-bein' aah.. bbWWWOoOoOoOoRRrpp!!~ buhttahrbahll is'hh.. haaaah... daa.... hoooooh.. weey t-too gooooh~"

... Did the former lunarian's power to manipulate insanity and other wavelengths get reflected onto her? Because it's wild that she became such a hikkiomori neet that's stuffed to bursting while lazing around all days (and playing FPS shooters) out of nowhere...

[moyazaika]

i keep on checking ur blog like a desperate ex

And no, i'm not complaining

you guys literally comparing yourselves to desperate exes as i shamelessly answer asks despite having not posted any substantial writing in several months;

[hergrandplan]

Wille's Month 2024 (@youngroyals-events ) Day 2: Summer

Read the drabble below or on ao3 (cw for implied sex)

Wille sleeps peacefully until about 2 am, when the first flash wakes him up. He blinks, a bit disoriented, barely noticing how the room keeps brightening for a split second before the darkness returns.

It isn’t rare for him to wake up in the middle of the night, but usually it’s because he had a nightmare.

Those nights, he curls himself into Simon's side, burying his face in his curls and inhaling his scent, to try and calm his rapid heartbeat down. Sometimes, Simon wakes up and they'll talk, Simon pressing Wille against him, smoothing his hair and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Other times, when Simon is too fast asleep, he still responds by wrapping his arm around Wille, because somehow, he still knows. As if his body is simply attuned to Wille, the way it responds to his every subtle shift.

But tonight Wille hasn’t startled awake because of a nightmare - in fact, he was having the most pleasant dream he's had in a while, of running up cobblestone streets lined with soft yellow and pink houses. The Mediterranean sun shining down on them, but not outshining Simon’s warm smile next to him.

There’s another flash, and then Wille hears the first roar of thunder, and his brain slowly starts to catch up with what’s happening.

Wille lets his head fall back down to the pillow, groaning. Great.

A thunderstorm. Exactly what he needs.

Heavy drops of rain start hammering against the window, as if now that Wille’s awake, the sky can unleash its full power. Or maybe he’s only aware of it now, now that he’s fully conscious.

Of course, Simon’s still fast asleep beside him, arm flung over Wille’s torso. How Simon manages to sleep through the roaring storm outside, Wille has no idea. It’s nights like this where Wille wishes he had Simon’s skill to sleep through almost anything.

With a heavy sigh, Wille gets up from his side on the bed, carefully removing Simon’s arm from his chest, and goes to the bathroom to get himself a glass of water.

Lightning lights up the room in short intervals, occasionally followed by thunder, sometimes by just silence – but it’s non-stop. The rain is loudest of all.

It’s not like he’s scared of thunderstorms – they’re a common occurrence in summer, and usually, he even likes them. He loves to watch lightning streak across the sky high above them, huddling up inside with Simon and being very glad that he’s not outside. He even loves the thunder, imagines Thor riding his chariot in the sky and smashing his hammer.

It reminds him of afternoons chasing Erik through the palace in a never-ending game of tag because they couldn’t play outside, of staying up way past his bedtime to finish just one more chapter (it was never just one more chapter).

But tonight, he wishes for nothing more but the storm to pass. He already has trouble enough falling asleep as it is, and the continuous flashes, heavy rain and rolling thunder won’t help with that.

Defeated, knowing that he probably won’t get much sleep tonight now, he lets himself fall back onto the mattress. Simon stirs beside him, and for a second Wille holds his breath, afraid that he’s woken his boyfriend up. But Simon simply turns to his side, murmuring something incomprehensible, and it looks like Wille’s in the clear.

Then there’s a thunderclap so loud that it shakes the windows, rattles their building even, and with a gasp, Simon jolts up.

“What was that?” It comes out in one singular, panicked breath.

“Just a thunderstorm, darling,” Wille says from where he’s sprawled out behind Simon. Simon’s eyes, unfocussed at first, soften when they find his. Wille reaches out to him, eases him back down so that Simon’s lying on his chest, huddled in the warmth between their bodies. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Did it wake you up too? Or did you have another nightmare?” Simon places a warm hand on his chest, just above where Wille’s heart beats for him.

Wille winds one of Simon’s curls around his finger, and hums. “No, it was just the storm. I actually had a good dream tonight, so it’s even ruder that it woke me up.”

He can already see Simon’s eyes getting heavy again, now that the initial shock of adrenaline has passed.

“Whatwasitabout?” Simon mumbles.

“We were on vacation. In Italy, I think. Maybe Spain – somewhere south. We’d just come back from the beach, and there was salt stuck in your curls, and I was thinking about how we’d go back to our rental,” Wille stops playing with Simon’s curls to run his hand along his back, “and shower, and I would wash the salt out of your curls. But then I figured, if there’s salt in your curls, there’s probably salt in other places as well, so maybe I should clean that up too.”

Simon laughs softly. “You are very thorough in your cleaning.”

Simon opens his eyes for a brief second, but the sleep in his eyes has gone, replaced by something else. Something hungry.

“Maybe we can make your dream come true.”

“What? You want to go to Italy? Right now?” It’s not like Wille doesn’t know what Simon’s talking about, but he likes to tease him, likes to play just a bit dumb.

Simon groans, half-heartedly. “Wille,” he says, drawing out his name. “’m talking about the other part.”

“Ooh.” Wille raises his eyebrows in faked understanding and giggles. “Well, I’m sure we can arrange that.”

Before Simon can say anything else, Wille scoops him up in his arms and carries him to the shower. It’s not like Wille was ever going to get much sleep tonight, and this certainly is way more fun.

The thunder is loud outside, but not as loud as Simon when he screams out Wille’s name, over and over again.

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There Is Magic In Every Living Thing 1

Harry Potter | 2021 | 546 | Ao3 | Masterlist | Next

Theodore's dorm in Slytherin House consists of two Necromantic disasters, three idiots, and one Theo. Surprisingly, they haven't burnt down the castle yet. (Or maybe not surprisingly, since the pyromaniacs are mostly in Gryffindor Tower. Still, they haven't managed to reduce the school to rubble, so that's good.)

“Hey, your family crest is being carved into the wall.” Theo looked back down at his book, having figured out what the scraping noise and sudden magical presence was. He was on his stomach on his bed in the Slytherin sixth year dorm, Harry was to his left, upside down on his own bed for some general reason that probably hadn’t been put into words yet. Theo tried not to worry about it, as a rule. And Blaise was sitting on his bed, playing with either potions, chemicals, or colored water. Theo also tried not to worry about that. It was probably blood.

 “Who’s family crest?” Blaise asked.

Theo glanced up from his book again at the distracted tone. Harry didn’t respond. Theo glanced pointedly at the same wall. “The one you share.”

 Something clattered to the floor from Harry’s side of the room. Huh. He was holding something?

 Rustling and the bouncing of springs from behind Theo informed him Blaise was moving too, and he watched the two brown boys reach the wall with nearly-matching levels of inhuman grace. The final line of the Peverell crest finished being carved into the wall. Harry, the idiot, reached up and touched it.

 He didn’t get thrown across the room, but that didn’t relax Theo. He kept them in his peripheral, ready to cast a spell if something moved wrong. Death may not be his domain, but he could weaken the dead by funneling away their power if they dared attack his friends.

 Another line was carved into the wall. From his angle, Theo wasn’t sure what it was. “Oh,” Harry breathed, as the wall continued to be vandalized. “Are you okay?”

 Theo gave up on being subtle and sat up properly. Ah. That didn’t seem to be dead people. Lily Potter probably had some physical scrying spell, most likely based off blood, and was using it to write Harry this message. The idea that most people lauded her as the paragon of a Light Witch when half of her spells were blood magic was ridiculous.

 “Do we need to come at you from this side?”

 Theo hoped so. He wanted to participate in one of her rituals.

 “I’ll let Con know. Be safe.” Harry’s eyes turned green again, and he glanced over at Theo. “So apparently mum and dad are missing because they’re in an alternate universe, and they’ve decided to wreak havoc.”

 Theo looked at his best friend and then shook his head mirthfully. “Can you believe they’ve pretended we’re the bad influence in your life?”

 Harry snickered. “Denial, it’s gotta be.”

 “Don’t know why,” Blaise hummed, tone smooth and teasing. “I’d be happy if my kids turn out like us.”

 “We are truly amazing human specimens,” Harry agreed, fluttering his eyelashes at Blaise.

 Theo snorted, a knee-jerk peal of laughter that would rarely be seen around anyone else. He opened his eyes to see Harry looking at him, amused and questioning. Theo grinned. “Human.”

 Harry caught the joke that time around, and while he laughed Theo looked over at Blaise. Blaise’s signature Cheshire grin was in place, dark eyes genuinely happy.

 Theo hadn’t seen that very often this year. He smirked back, but it didn’t last long before a full blown grin took its place.