#maybe two depending on length as some might be shorter than others

[dragon-tidbits]

Chapter 2: The Dragon in the Shadows

Having a little Q&A.

--- oh my god these take forever sometimes but IM SO FUKKIN EXCITED

Also a shout out to the person that put together Stanford's handwriting, I forgot to mention it in the last chapter but omg its so handy

[sb-is-a-thing]

Slugcat Genetic Post

As far as I know, one person is interested in this so I’m going to make a post going over everything This is all solely off headcanons and what I remember of 7th grade science and the genetics unit ————— Link to my post with the drawing:

Likely just going to be restating everything in this post but with extra thoughts, explanations, and maybe details.

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Section one: Fur

Scugs having fur tends to be a relatively uncommon thing, with Saint canonically being the only one that is shown with fur. This led me to believe that fur is a recessive trait among scugs, with furless being the dominant trait ( Ex. Survivor, Monk, Hunter, etc. ). However, during and generally around Saint’s campaign, hybrid and recessive traits became more common in response to the colder environment. In conclusion, most scugs hold the dominant traits, with only few being hybrid and recessive ( Recessive scugs in my hcs are Arti, Saint, and Invenot/Sofanthiel. )

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Subsection one: Fur Length

Among furred scugs, short fur is the dominant trait with medium length and long fur being the hybrid and recessive traits respectively. I don’t have much reasoning to why this is how it is other than the fact that no fur scugs are more common so with furred ones, it would probably be more likely to have shorter fur. At least up until Saint’s campaign, where medium length and longer fur likely becomes more common in scugs in response to the cold. In my designs, Saint has long fur, Invenot has long, and Arti has medium. In short, short fur is dominant, medium length is hybrid, long fur is recessive, and I’m losing my mind.

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Section two: Scug height

Scug height was a bit difficult to figure out, but I fucked around and decided the dominant trait is tall, the hybrid trait is regular height, and recessive is short. Most scugs tend to have the hybrid trait here, very few like Invenot, Gourmand, and Spearmaster having the tall trait and likely fewer having the recessive like Monk. Wow.

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Section three: Skinniness

Unlike everything else, this is not genetic. Most scugs start at a healthy size, only unfortunate ones winding up on the thinner side after being born due to (a) starved parent(s). Scug skinny or plumpness solely depends on the food readily available and how much it’s able to eat.

————— Section four: Coloration

I’m really in for it now.

After staring at this for a while, I’ve figured a bit of coloration out. Looking at it, I noticed that there were a lot more warm colored slugcats than cool colors. This leads me to believe that warm colors are dominant ( Ex. Monk or Hunter’s colors ), hybrid could potentially be neutral, monochromatic, and darker/lighter variants of dominant or recessive colorations ( Ex. Survivor’s white or Arti’s maroon-dark red-whateverthehellthatcoloris ), and recessive colors are cool colors ( Ex. Saint ). What color scugs end up being is potentially random outside of if they have dominant, hybrid, or recessive coloration genes I will explore this more at some point but for now I’ll say that. -

Subsection four: Eye Color

From thinking about it while struggling to bold the subsection, I’ve decided/figured out that black eyes are dominant, white or differently colored eyes are hybrid, and whatever Rivulet has going on with their peepers is recessive solely because these no other scug with those odd eyes. Another potential genetic thing could be black is dominant, Rivulet’s is hybrid ( Due to the black and colored eyes ), and differently colored eyes are recessive ( Like Arti’s white eyes or Saint’s heterochomia ) I feel like this is probably more likely. I guess scugs with hybrid eye tend to be on the rare end. Another possibility is that Rivulet’s eyes are partially a genetic mutation, but it’s probably not. I don’t know, flip a coin.

————— Section five: Abilities

You might be wondering “what the hell do you mean abilities��. You also might know exactly what this section is about and think I’m stupid. Well, my dear reader, I am stupid, you’re correct. Anyway, this section is about things like Arti’s explosive jump and saliva ( Yes, she has an explosive compound that makes explosives, why else do you think she puts the spear you’re trying to make explosive to her not visible mouth :p ) or Rivulet’s gills. While these do have genetic factors, I’m not going to be saying “Oh, so and so is recessive”. I believe ( And are probably right about this ) that these are simply genetic mutations or evolutionary traits. Rivulet evolved to be able to manage being underwater and Arti simply has a mutation that made her a living bomb.

————— This ends my lengthy thing. I will add to this if I think of anything else :) @starfilled-galaxy @gay-for-a-fictional-ghost

[august-anon]

Hello, Mario Kart anon here! I’ve recently been inspired by all the tickle headcanons and mini-fics and some of your fics to write my own small story. I’m thinking about writing one based around Bruce turning training into a game of hide and seek or tag. They both have so much potential and I can decide which one would be funnier. I was hoping I could get some input from Chef August on which plot to choose and who shall be the final victim of Bruce “tickle monster”  Wayne.

(Also, instead of posting the fic through submissions, would it be alright if I sent it through asks and you just post it as a fic with credits?)

hello again mario kart anon!! omg, it is SO exciting that you are thinking about writing a fic based on your training games headcanon, i am SO excited to see it!! genuinely i love both ideas of hide and seek and tag so much its so hard to decide skjdfsfh just gotta write two fics i guess (/j to be clear, no pressure to write two fics at all, no pressure to write even one fic if you find its not working out for you for any reason!)

it is SUCH a tough decision for which game to go with..... the anticipation play of both of them is so strong..... hide and seek, you slowly hear your siblings get found and laugh themselves to tears at your father's hands........ tag it's everyone-for-themselves as you try to not end the game as "It" so that youre not the tickle victim of the day.........

i think, since it sounds like you might just be starting to dip your toe into fic writing (though i could be wrong, maybe its just your first foray into tickle fic writing but you have other writing experience) and you sound like you're looking to write something on the shorter side, the tag route may be the way to go! that way it seems like there's focus on one singular ticklee at the end rather than a trail of giggling children left in Bruce's wake lol

as for the victim of this fiendish tickle monster........ look besties, i am such a Dick Grayson girlie KJDHFJKDH i love all the batfamily like so, so dearly (even the ones im not confident enough to write myself yet like Babs, Steph, Duke, Cass, etc.), but in the end i am SUCH a Dick Grayson girlie........ so my heart of hearts says Dick (maybe he's been on a tickle monster rampage himself, maybe he just needs to be taken down a peg, maybe he's been too busy in Bludhaven and hasnt been down to Gotham to see the family much recently, maybe Bruce just wants to mess with his eldest baby, idk!!) lol. Unless you're feeling it more for someone else!! I know I would be more than happy to see any of the batkids that you choose for the situation

as for the asks vs submissions.... we can try it, maybe? do you mean for me to just post the ask directly, or copy the ask into a more formatted post and just make it obvious that it's a fic from "mario kart anon" (which -- let me know if you wanna stick with that anon name or if you wanna change it, totally up to you!!) I have like, 2 concerns on this, which are: I know they changed the wordcount limits on asks -- did they remove it completely, or is there still a longer wordcount limit that risks cutting your fic off depending on the length? and second concern, there's no formatting options in asks, so things like italics and such would be completely unavailable to you.

I answered an ask before on how we can work to keep anons anonymous via the submission system if yall want, since they revoked anonymous submissions (which SUCKS), but i also totally get if you dont even want solely me possibly seeing your URL, even if i'll probably forget it. back when i was a little lurking anon myself, not doing much more than shooting asks to wordstrings, i also never wouldve wanted my normie blog's name seen by anyone, even if they would probably forget it

[jalo-parker]

I would like to hear your species assignment for xisuma and ex ^-^

Going to put a cut in this one cause omg it's going to be a lot.. so be prepared to read I suppose 😁😁 (came back to add after I finished writing that yes, this is pretty long..) (if you don't want to read the species info, xisuma is a voidwalker and ex is part voidwalker part Estrial)

Ok so ex and xisuma are both voidwalkers. Well ex is a little more than just a voidwalker but we'll get to that.

First up: voidwalkers + xisuma

So voidwalkers are a thing that I somewhat made up by myself (combination of me making things up and taking bits and pieces from media and other people's ideas). Basically to sum it up; there are 3 species of voidwalker end, overworld, and nether (cause yes all of the lore in my head is based on Minecraft to some degree). There are two types of end voidwalker though! Royals are one kind and the others are just called voidwalkers cause yeah idk. The main difference between royals and the others are the horns. Royals have horns and others don't (with a few exceptions but again we'll get there) so this does mean that x does not have horns. Another reason is x is actually an overworld voidwalker! So no overworld or nether voidwalkers have horns, though I'm thinking of giving nether ones like spikes or something cause nether = more dangerous in my brain (also yeah this species is slightly a wip.. oopsies).

The difference between the 3 different void walker species would be; overworld voidwalkers are a bit smaller in their void forms (most voidwalkers can shift between void forms and more human looking ones) something like a bit taller than your average human (think kinda like endermen) and have a bit more speckly star bits. They all have like average length fur here, though it's said that some of them can grow longer or shorter fur depending on their environments!

Nether voidwalkers are a bit taller, are typically more warm toned, most have spikes (yeah I'm giving them spikes actually), and have much shorter or no fur at all, some even have scales!

End voidwalkers are the biggest of the bunch, most of them towering over your average human. Royals are even bigger! My sona (weird case of both technically being a voidwalker and also not being one) is a royal and his void form is 9ft tall! These guys look the most like endermen, some of them even have purple speckles instead of white ones. Though most end voidwalkers barely even have speckles. Royals also have distinct markings and some have a weird little halo thingy in their void forms so there's no chance for anyone to confuse a royal for any other voidwalker. End voidwalkers probably have the longest fur of the bunch, it's pretty cold in the void here.

Void forms would be ones like this where the entire body is just a void (sometimes including their clothes sometimes not idk) (also impulse is here, he's not a voidwalker though)

And the more human looking ones would be like these where their tails and some extremities are voids. Each voidwalker has differing levels of void bits in this form. So some of them could only have void tails or maybe they have a lot more void, like their hair, their arms and legs, pretty much everything like their void form but theres now a bit that isn't void.

Also here's the royal markings (ft a couple other examples of voidwalkers and my sonas cat friend)

Voidwalkers live in the voids of their respective dimensions btw! Though now in the age of technology and exploration some voidwalkers live in other voids (like a nether voidwalker in the end or the overworld) and some of them don't live in the void at all! Hence the ones in the overworld getting different fur lengths based on their environments as the void stays around the same temperature everywhere (like one temperature for each dimension) so they wouldn't have changed there.

Ok I think that's all on voidwalkers.. uh if you have questions feel free to ask away I might be able to answer (if the question is "can I make my own voidwalker" the answer is always yes)

So now: evil xisuma + voidwalker hybrids

Now that voidwalkers live everywhere, there are more beings who are part voidwalker and part some other thing (maybe even multiple other things)! This is where you start getting voidwalkers with extra limbs, voidwalkers that aren't royals but they have horns, voidwalkers with slightly different features than normal, and voidwalkers who have next to no voidwalker features (a bit more rare as voidwalker genes tend to make themselves known one way or another).

Ex is not just a voidwalker, he's also an Estrial (another species I made up, they require their own post though.. too much info for just one post..)!

Ex happens to have tiny little horns (they would have a bigger pair but the voidwalker genes make them a bit smaller), fluffy ears that somewhat resemble cat ears, and a tail that's extra fluffy. It also has a pair of wings and an elemental power (provided by the Estrial genes) though most winged beings can magic their wings away for convenience (they can bring them back whenever) and ex very much does this. His elemental power is fire btw, though ex only really knows the lightning wielding aspect of this (cause lightning powers = cool and ex is cool).

Ok that should be everything.. again if you have questions do ask I will gladly answer, I like letting the thoughts out. If anyone wants to know about Estrials.. ask and you shall receive, but be prepared for another very long text post with a few images.. I'll make a species sheet for both voidwalkers and Estrials eventually (emphasis on eventually..)

[lastimeexteriors-nebraska]

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[roleplayhonestybox]

As a novella writer I think it really just depends. While my replies generally tend to be longer, not all of them are novella length, it's entirely situational. Dialogue heavy moments tend to be shorter and nowhere near 'novella' because they focus on the conversation, and generally, unless your characters are actively doing something while talking there's just nothing else to write about. That's when you just end up repeating stuff or overlooking the conversation and I definitely do think sometimes you just have to accept that you can focus on the convo for a bit and reign the replies in. Meanwhile, in other circumstances I've had replies hit 3000 words. These tend to be really significant moments, with a lot of physical activity to write, tied in to the muse's thoughts and feelings, etc, so there's usually a lot I can talk about and usually my partner is also writing about 3000 words too. It depends on the actual context of the scene though, and depends on the partner. I had an amazing partner ages ago who could write that much and every bit of it felt important and it gave me things to reply to, and I'd genuinely think my reply was maybe 1000 words before I checked the word count at the end because it went so fast and it felt like I'd barely written anything. Some people might just repeat themselves or throw in irrelevant stuff to add words in, in which case then obviously it's just not great. It's hard to tell how it works when it's really so situational on the scene going on and if your partner can actually write that much well, or if you just prefer more straight forward writing- I love metaphors, building atmosphere, symbolism etc, so I could waste a good paragraph or two on 'unnecessary' things, but that's how I like to write and flesh out the rest of the world subtly. Some people don't like that though and don't want it in roleplay, which is valid. I find things like sci fi, fantasy, etc tends to be easier because there's also a ton of world building and atmosphere to do and the characters have more to them- magic, significant status, etc, but with slice of life it's harder because the setting's already really there and there's no undertones or subtext to it most of the time lol and the characters are just pretty typical people. Anyway, my consensus: some muses/settings call for it more than others. Sometimes novella is just not needed in certain moments, sometimes some people just aren't the best at writing very long replies like that, sometimes people just want to keep it moving and not care too much about internal monologues or atmosphere or 'purple prose' etc. All of which is valid. I love imagery and metaphors and can write for ages about things which some people would love the vibes of, and which some others would hate because it's flowery and unnecessary. Sometimes you and a partner just vibe so well and have so much muse that it just happens. If you want to write novella and write it well, my advice is to not actually try for it. That's when you focus on the word count, run out of things to write, and go in circles. I hope you manage to find a good partner who just brings the muse out, or an interesting setting that you can build up, and you end up writing longer and longer without really realising it.

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[wolfskrieger]

He was used to staying in one place for a bit, not too long when things started to look like he wasn't getting older compared to those around him. Only when he thought it might get suspicious when he was there for too long did he leave. Of course there were exceptions, some places he did stay for that length and others he stayed shorter. It all depended on how much he liked the place and the people. Right now? Well, he pretty much was enjoying the company and now he had her to add to it. In the short amount of time she had been here, he could see himself getting along with her wonderfully. What that could mean, something further down the line for some fun? Well, he would have to see. After all, he didn't normally do that because it meant closer connections but he couldn't deny the pull that he felt already. They did get along rather well, but he wasn't about to jump on that yet. No. That would look bad in his mind, so they just get along in the moment. It seemed to be the safest bet for the time being.

After all, she was interesting. Getting to know her in the moment showed him that enough. Learning languages for fun was definitely not something he had expected or thought people did. It only made her more intriguing to the blond, meeting someone so different despite how long he had been on this Earth. Of course, he was also learning she was very good at handling his own remarks and he couldn't help but smirk and give it back to her in some form. "Yeah I'd say so." He chuckles as hand falls back to his side. Her smile, her laugh, that was something he was finding he liked seeing and hearing and a part of him wanted to snap him out of it. And then came her observation, something the hadn't entirely expected to hear. No one picked up on that but then again maybe someone who studied languages for fun would. It was a little uncomfortable at first but he knew he had to play it off. He couldn't let her see just what it meant, what it did to him.

The best way to do that, in his mind, was to ask her how she knew. If it was obvious because maybe he too had gotten too comfortable. A somewhat knowing nod is done by Leon as he could understand what she was saying. "Certain words are always a give away." A shrug of his own follows before brows furrow as he looks down at her by his side. "You don't need to apologize. Just surprised me is all. No one really picks up on that, you're actually the first." Leon admits, continuing to play it off as if it is nothing. "But that's cool that your mom was Greek." He says offering a small smile in return. "Can kind of see how all of that would get you interested in learning languages then." His smile grew a little more in the process. "Anything else you like? I mean aside from languages and the tattoos. That one I can see." Considering she had ink about as much as he did, that he could see anyway. "I mean can't just be those two things, definitely feels like there's more to you than just that." He gives a small nudge, showing there was no hard feelings towards her for earlier while attempting to move past the awkwardness that came from it.

     SHE NEVER NORMALLY,     got close to anyone she worked with, whenever she rolled through a place. she kept things to a very professional standard, worked with them and went home. okay, she tended to fuck up that rule more than once, with people tending to stick around her. but personally, she tried not to get close, as she moved on quickly. wanting to escape her brother and whatever hell he would bring. thus getting to know people, was not on her agenda. but looking at him right now, seeing the attraction that burned in her veins for him. she wondered if she could cross the line. that profession to personal one. it would be worth it. ( at least in the moment !   )    but right now she wasn't about to let those thoughts, come to full fruition yet. she was gonna treat him like a co-worker, and simply enjoy the banter that had sprung up between them. an easy camaraderie between them. that seemed to mesh well.   

         she can see the intrigue in his eyes, at her mention or learning languages for fun. and well to her it was a hobby, same as devouring every bit of her greek history as she could. it was something to keep her occupied, to remind her that her life wasn't complete and utter shit. that she had free will in some regard. and that regard being her own choices. (   her own decisions !   )    she chuckles too as she watches him pinch his fingers together, head turning slightly as she looks at him. before lifting her own hand and widening the gap, using her own fingers.   ❛   think that's more accurate huh !.   ❜    her seriousness lasting for all of a second before she's laughing once more. enjoying the easy air, and finding that she didn't have her walls up for once. finding herself too relaxed around him, too much herself.

          regret blooms in her veins for a moment, as she sees how uncomfortable she's made him. and she didn't even need her empathy for that. it was written all over his face, as well as the nervous chuckle that fell from his lips. rolling her lips with anxiety, she begins playing with the ring of her thumb as she works out what she can say in apology. given she hadn't meant to make things awkward. sometimes she just spoke without truly thinking. revealing her bad habit, of reading people. (   god she needed to stop that shit !   )    at his question she hums softly, tattooed fingers idly twisting. ❛   it ain't noticeable, unless you're someone who lived with another who hid an accent too. my mama, she hid her greek one, but certain words she'd pronounce differently !   ❜    lips lifting wistfully as memories of her mother assault her. before shucking them away, lest she end up getting sad instead of happy. ❛   so yeah I manage to catch It with you, on certain letters. sorry I'm also a tad too over sharing at times !   ❜ 

[pickledpascal]

Are You Satisfied?

Chapter Three

Summary: June has to go back to her job while Elvis stays at home. What'll he do alone?

Warnings: Swearing, hating on the Colonel (as he should), rule breaking (?).

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: this one is a little shorter than the others, but!!! i think it's cute

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A few days later and it was time for June to start work again, she warned Elvis about leaving the apartment and going anywhere alone. He still didn’t know his way around so she highly recommended he stay in her apartment and ask her in case he needed anything in particular. Over those few days though, June took Elvis to get a small trim, getting rid of the sharpened sideburns and shaving a bit off the sides but he still, undeniably, looked like Elvis. The jet black hair that was pulled away from his face with a single strand (or two) that was hellbent on curling on his forehead. June was sure she’d stare at his hair sometimes, burning a hole into his head but either Elvis was too kind or too smug to mention it. Sometimes he didn’t understand his own effects on women and that could be a curse or a blessing depending on the way he looked at it.

In the morning, June let Elvis sleep in, deciding it was best not to bother him so early. Instead, she made breakfast, left some out for him, and wrote a small note for him to read once he woke up.

They have talked about June’s job and Elvis found it fascinating. June was a music producer, someone who helped create all the new and in songs which she let Elvis listen to a few of them. It was interesting to watch this man who lived through the second World War listen to modern music, some songs about shaking ass, getting money, etc. Which, surprisingly, he barely batted an eye at. Sure there was the initial surprise but then Elvis seemed to get into it and like it, hell, he even hummed along to some parts.

It was around 10 am when Elvis finally woke up and cracked his door open to see the breakfast sitting on the kitchen table. He looked down at himself for a moment, contemplating if he should leave his room in the clothes he was in. They weren’t scandalous by any means, just some black boxers and a patterned short-sleeved button-up with half the buttons undone. Then Elvis realized June was at work so it didn’t matter much, she wouldn’t see him like that anyway. His feet padded against the wood floors as he made his way to the table, noticing the note next to the food as he got closer. Out of curiosity, he unfolded the note first.

Elvis,

Just letting you know, you can call or text me anytime you want. If I don’t answer right away, I’ll try to respond as soon as I can! Try to have fun! I think I have an extra guitar somewhere if you’re bored.

From, June

Elvis barely noticed the smile on his face once he was done reading the note. He let out a breath and looked out at the floor length windows in front of him as he ate. The sun was shining and it looked beautiful outside. Shame he couldn’t leave the apartment or he was sure he’d get lost. June made the mistake of forgetting to teach him about Google Maps or something like that. But she would. Eventually.

So, after Elvis was done with his food and got dressed, he took June’s advice and tried to find something to do. The TV was fascinating but he wanted to do something with his hands so he made it his mission to try and find that extra guitar June said she had. He riffled through the closet in his room, noticing there were some boxes tucked in the corner but no luck there. There was a ukulele which he could play but Elvis was looking for something a bit…. Bigger. Then an idea struck in Elvis’ mind. June’s room had to store a guitar or two or three inside it.

"Don’t go in my room unless you ask and I won’t go in yours unless I ask."

Elvis pursed his lips as he looked at the stairs leading up to June’s room. He was bored. The type of boredom where you feel you might die from it. Maybe June could make an exception just this once? Hell, it wasn’t that he was gonna trash her room or anything, he just wanted to get his hands on something to play.

So, Elvis made his way upstairs and pushed open June’s door, cocking his head at her choice of decor. Her room was a deep gray with framed posters, guitars hanging all along the walls along with golden records, a vanity with makeup scattered on top, and a desk off to the side that had a laptop and a journal sitting on it. While it seemed lived in, it was still pretty clean with a few clothes folded on her bed and her bed sat unmade with pillows skewed in curious ways. His eyes gravitated towards a glossy black electric guitar that had white and silver accents with barely any chips and begged to be played. Elvis carefully lifted it from its place on the wall and raised the strap over his shoulder, eyes catching the amp in the corner of the room and quickly plugged in the guitar.

He let his hand strum an aggressive chord, ears taking in the immaculate sound. Elvis hummed out a few incoherent words as he played one of his own songs, liking the way it sounded more with the grit of the electric guitar rather than the acoustic he used to play so much. It was like he was falling in love with music again. All the most recent songs he made were required of him for the movies he was in and he had a feeling he wouldn’t be forced to do something like that again.

Hours passed, holed up in June’s room as Elvis played a mix of his own songs and some new songs June exposed him to. He didn’t even realize that she came home and was listening through her own door.

You ruined everything good

Always said you were misunderstood

Made all my moments your own

Just fucking leave me alone

After talking with June about the Colonel, just a few times and not in great detail either, Elvis started to realize just how horrible he was to him. Elvis was only nineteen when the Colonel asked him to go on the road, taking Elvis’ fame as his own. Taking Elvis’ riches as his own. He made Elvis Presley? Maybe. But Elvis was bringing in all the teenage girls, not some fucking old man with the weirdest accent even he’s ever heard.

Yeah, Elvis was seething.

As Elvis took a breath, letting the guitar ring out, June finally opened the door with a smug smirk on her face. He, on the other hand, was flushed with embarrassment as if he was a child being caught with something he wasn’t supposed to have. “I…. M’sorry, I just–”

“It’s alright.” June chuckled, shaking her head. “Your voice was good so you gave me a show in my own home.” She winked as she walked in, setting her bag on her bed and opened up her arms, signaling Elvis to give the guitar to her. He obliged, almost accidentally tangling himself in the strap before he handed it to her. June put the strap on and widened her stance a little.

What happened next was something Elvis didn’t expect. June played an incredible riff and clearly showed she was more experienced in guitar playing with the movement of her fingers. Hearts were practically popping out of Elvis’ eyes as he watched June move her fingers so elegantly across the strings. And the embarrassment sure wasn’t helping the blush on his cheeks that started to spread to his ears and down his neck.

“You’re….. Amazing.” Elvis breathed once June was done, taking the strap off as she unplugged the guitar and set it back in its place. “Helluva lot better than me.” He laughed, ducking his head so June couldn’t see his face.

June shrugged, “Well, I’ve had a guitar since I was like seven. Plus I have to be good so I can help in the studio if an artist wants a guitarist.” She explained with a small smile. Don’t get her wrong, she loved the praise but it was still new to her so she’d always take it with a grain of salt. She cleared her throat to get Elvis’ attention, “Dinner?”

“Um, yeah. S’long as you can teach me some of those riffs.” He teased softly, the shyness he felt earlier replaced by playfulness. Elvis was a bit rusty so maybe June could help him get better, it seemed like she’s been playing it for fifteen or so years straight.

“We’ll see.” June winked as she walked past him to the stairs which just let Elvis staring at the spot she once was. She was so skilled and so beautiful, how in the hell was she still single?

Maybe Elvis was falling in love with something other than just music. And he didn’t want that to stop either.

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Alcina + Cuddling/Sleep

So gentle. You are small (at least compared to her), relatively fragile, and she loves you so very, very much. At the start of your relationship, it had certainly been awhile since Alcina had spent much time this close with anyone else, at least not in a romantic context (her children do love curling up with her to read together). Because of that, there’s a fair amount of awkwardness for a few weeks. The last thing she’d ever want to do is hurt you- especially when you’re trying to cuddle!

Alcina eventually masters the art of laying as still as possible. Most nights she sleeps on her back, with you curled up with your head against her shoulder. If you’d prefer to spoon, she’s more than willing to be your big spoon (you will feel very safe in her arms).

It’s not often that she wishes to be held, and even less often that she allows herself to be that vulnerable, but when she does… I mean obviously you’re gonna say yes. The two of you will both be on your sides, facing each other, her head tucked in against your chest. You will give her so many forehead kisses. You’ll see her forehead, ask “is anyone going to kiss this?”, and then not wait for an answer.

Cuddling varies a bit depending on whether or not Alcina has to get any work done, or if she wants to do some reading at the same time. Either way, you’ll be in her lap, with at least one of her arms around your waist. Sometimes she’ll use the top of your head as a place to rest her chin. Don’t be surprised if her daughters join in sometimes! They get cold easily, and both you and Alcina are very, very warm. Family nights often include curling up together on a couch, near the fireplace, with some good books.

Bela + Cuddling/Sleep

Somewhat surprisingly, she enjoys being held just as much as she enjoys doing the holding. One of her favorite positions to sleep in is to lay herself on top of you, head on your chest, with your arms wrapped loosely around her. Bela does tend to get up early, and she figures it’s better for you if she’s the one on top. Think of her as a weighted blanket. Just, well, kind of a cold one.

Her other favorite sleeping position is spooning, and she’ll let you decide whether to be the big or little spoon. If you’re shorter than her and want to be the big spoon, she will lightly tease you about it, but secretly thinks that you’re the cutest person ever.

Cuddling with her usually involves sitting next to each other, with one of you leaning up against the other, and an arm wrapped around you. Expect to do a lot of reading (or sketching if you’d prefer) while in this position. Of course, if you’re the one leaning on her, you’d have plenty of opportunities to distract her with some neck kisses...

Cassandra + Cuddling/Sleep

Somewhat of the opposite of Bela, Cassandra wants you to be her warm blanket. She’ll lay on her back, then wait for you to lay on top of her, with your legs on either side of one of hers. Even if you’re taller than her, or generally just larger, she prefers to sleep this way. At the least, she’ll want as much of you pressed against her as possible.

When it comes to cuddling, expect to find yourself frequently sitting in her lap. For the most part you’ll be facing away with her, so she can rest her head against your back/shoulder, and she can put her arms around your waist. If you’re taller than her, she might have you sit forward in the chair (possibly a comfy recliner type?) so she doesn’t feel quite as small.

Alternatively, she’ll straddle you, legs on either side of your waist. Expect lots of neck/collarbone kisses, maybe a few love bites as well. Okay, yeah, definitely a few love bites.

Daniela + Cuddling/Sleep

Hold her. Just. Hold. Her. Got it? Good. Daniela wants to be the little spoon, or the one with her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat (and yes, sometimes she’ll tease you just to hear your heartbeat get faster). The only time you’ll get to be the little spoon is if you’re stressed and specifically ask for it. Those nights Daniela is extra affectionate, and might even throw one of her legs over yours for extra effect.

For cuddling, she likes sitting criss-cross while you lay with your head in her lap, so she can play with your hair (even if it’s short). Other times the positions will reverse, but she’ll probably end up kissing your thighs or being mischievous in other, similar ways.

Also expect to share the bed with a couple stuffed animals. Lil teddy bears, probably. Yes, they have names. No, they do not stay on the bed for “fun times”.

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Lucifer: honestly? A small homey cabin in the woods by a body of water, either a lake or a river. A wood burning stove, a fireplace, record player, comfy worn in seats and hot chocolate for cold nights. He needs some work to do- like chopping wood, and I mean...idk about yall, I love watching people use an axe to chop wood, so I wouldnt be one to stop him. On warm nights you guys snuggle up with each other and a shared blanket on the porch swing, looking up at the moon and stars.

Mammon: a yacht partayyyyyyy. Boy wants to party hard and have you along for the ride. Taking a weekend to show you off as his and *his* alone to a boat full of strangers while being able to go swimming, big buffet all day, partying- and at the end of the night he gets to snuggle with you in bed, waiting for you to sleep before going to sleep himself. Loves to take pictures of the two of you the whole time.

Levi: beach house! Now he doesnt normally like the beach- but this one is private...and he gets to share it with you. ~~and it has wifi~~ would you help him put on his sunscreen? He wont ask but if you offer its a flubbed "you would do that?!!!" You spend your days outside in the water- in his element. Hes able to relax and might slip into one of his other demon forms (bc I hc they got like 2-4 forms) and can take you for a dive you wont forget. At night you guys game or watch movies until you pass out.

Satan: idk, getting like a ski lodge vibe for him. With cats. But mostly its because he wants to see the northern lights with you. He wants one of those places with full length windows in the bedroom- set up a charcuterrie board, maybe some wine depending on who ya are. Blankets, cuddles and Nothern Lights. Would go skiing if you really wanted to. Hot chocolate is a must after though, in the living room with the fireplace and the cats.

Asmo: penthouse suite in the city!! He has access to wifi for his followers, spas, shops, makeup, nail polish- and you! As well as a very posh living arrangement and a great view of the city. Maybe you guys can even go see a ballet or a play/musical! Its the perfect way for him to relax and enjoy himself- especially since youre there with him.

Beel+Belphie: now I usually try to do seperate these two, but honestly I dont think they'd be very relaxed without each other there, even if youre there, and its a vacation...you dont want to be hearing "I wish belphie/beel was here" the whole time :/ that being said- these two are the KINGS of STAYcations. They dont need anything fancy, theyre pretty happy right where they are, and Belphie hates packing his bags. Beel is very low maintenance.  "Packing" enough food for a weekend on the attic is your biggest worry- even then, the kitchen is just a flight of stairs away! Its perfect for these two.

Diavolo and Luke: liiiisten they both are babiessssss and both of them deserve to go to disneyworld/the equivalent of that and they would *love* it. Hell, take them together- it'll be chaotic but fun as all hell, not to mention long lines feel shorter with them there (and Dia maybe...possibly...usin a little magic to make the lines go a little faster...or making somethin to distract people so they leave the line and you guys get to go sooner...maybe-). Guaranteed to be the most fun either of them have ever had. So many pictures, laughs, smiles and sweets dear gOD😂

Barbatos: Also a staycation kind of guy but like you have to force him to relax. Maybe you can take a vacation to another realm- like a garden (and no such thing as you know...allergies to pollen if youre like me) with a small cottage in it so you guys have a place to sleep and eat. He enjoys botanical work, even if you dont work alongside him, just having you there is more than enough. Makes fresh teas with you to chat well into the evening when the fireflies come out.

Simeon: he enjoys the idea of a small cotrage in the woods, a little getaway to be with you and nature. Should a storm hit, you two can watch the rain in candlelight, snuggled together as he reads a book to you, or just cuddling as he hums a soft tune, succulents dotted around the room.

Solomon: I think he would really enjoy a weekend of hot air balloon rides or just like...aerial activities. Sky diving, bungee jumping, hangliding- hes the best to do it with bc he can *guarantee* nothing will go wrong. Hes also another human, so hes either super cocky, super cocky then freaks out, or is big scared babie the whole time and I really love the idea of the last two.

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A World of Our Own Pt.05

It’s Only a Spark

09/10/2020

Pairing: Bucky x Reader         Word Count: 5,114

Warnings: nudity, slight angst, pining, fluff

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Early morning beach walks, heat-soaked sand warming the bottom of your feet as it shifts and hisses with each step you take along the shoreline, is one thing that you can honestly admit to loving.

Being stranded on an uncharted island is not exactly great. Apart from the lack of proper vitamins—though you and Bucky had been making it work and with the knowledge of boar now, there’s your protein—no ice cubes, and no air conditioning, there are some things that you enjoy here.

These walks are one.

You enjoyed last night.

It’s been two weeks since Ryan came to live with you and Bucky, and every night is spent waiting for Bucky to sneak into the fuselage to come and hold you while you sleep.

Well, last night had been a little different. You’d fallen asleep with his head buried against your neck, your arms around his impossibly wide shoulders. Last night he’d let you see more of that vulnerability in him. The inescapable truth that even though he’s making all this work for the two of you—now three—he wants off this island too.

As you come to a stop, you take in the sky. Along the horizon painted around the bearably bright white-orange orb that is the sun, is a glowing and stunning fire red that fades out into a burnt orange, a splash of burgundy and gray before it changes into the deep purple night sky.

It’s so beautiful. This sunrise, bringing with it a new day of promise. A new day of secret looks and lingering touches.

Your mind is flooded with them. Each one more precious than the last.

Bucky hands you your food pack and he holds his hand over yours, fingers overlapping, for two seconds too long. At lunch he sits close. Knees touching before he leans back on his hands and one is so conveniently placed behind you so that it’s almost like he’s got his arm around you.

So many tiny hints that you’ve carefully calculated and added together and realize that Bucky must feel like you do. There’s no other explanation for it.

Maybe, if he were just as touchy feely with Ryan then you might consider it a possibility that he’s just that outgoing. That affectionate. But he only does this with you. He comes to your bed at night—thank goodness.

Last night it had been very clear that he wanted you to hug him, face buried in your neck or pressed tentatively against your chest until he relaxes enough that you can ask him how he’s feeling.

You chew on your scratchy chapped lip, watching as the water changes from dark turquoise to crystal green.

What will Bucky think when he wakes up and you aren’t beside him?

Usually it’s the other way around. Bucky is always gone when you wake up. Last night you’d been woken up by painful memories turned dreams. A life previously lived before the world had fallen apart.

Somehow, you find yourself being grateful for it. All of it. Because it somehow brought you here. To Bucky.

But you’d needed air and that’s why you’re on this beach, earlier than you normally are.

You can’t be imagining things, right? Bucky seems like he likes you too. It’s a little unfair to him if you’re honest. Who else can he like here? Ryan?

Nothing you’ve seen has indicated that he’s gay. If he’s bi, then maybe Ryan but Bucky seems to bristle every time Ryan comes near the two of you when that special tension begins to build.

Are you reading into things too deeply?

Frustrated you slide your hand up into your hair, yanking on it in annoyance as you quickly sweep through it and begin to strip.

Just a quick swim.

 Bucky stirs, reaching for you, knowing he’ll have to hurry out of here in a minute to avoid the questions that Ryan will no doubt ask if he spots him coming out of the fuselage.

Several times, Bucky has nearly told him that he likes you. That you’re his. But he can’t. He hasn’t even told you that he likes you. What if he tells Ryan all of that and then you don’t feel the same?

Bucky thinks…he hopes you feel the same. It seems as if you do.

But in the busy hours of the day when he’s shaping clay and cooking bricks for the hut and you’re weaving the thatch for the roof, he looks up to find you smiling, laughing, or happily chatting with Ryan.

The two of you have hit it off so well and he cannot deny the chemistry that the two of you share. There’s a sparkle in both your eyes when he finds you talking. A spark. An option.

You’re the one that gets to make the choice here. You’re the one that has the right to tell either of them, or both of them, no.

So as Bucky reaches out for you, craving the soft caress of your body and hands as they stroke his hair sleepily, his heart gives a fearful lurch when his hands make no purchase in their search.

He sits up, a panic setting in as he looks around frantically.

Calm down, Bucky. She’s probably just outside.

Only you aren’t. As he emerges, he observes the long since dead cinders of the campfire. His eyes scan the area and he spots Ryan’s blanket rolled up and propped against the driftwood trunk he'd snuggled up to last night.

Where the fuck-? Bucky’s mind reels again. Calm down, Bucky. She’s probably just down by the beach.

Only you aren’t!

Where the hell is she?!

Bucky moves along the length of the spot he'd picked for the hut. Just at the edge of the dense jungle, sturdier ground to give the hut a fighting chance against any storms that may come around.

The sand is undisturbed. His empty clay trough has no water. The palm fronds you’d been tearing fibers from to weave the thatch roofing sits untouched.

There’s also no Ryan.

Suddenly he pick it up. His ears prickle at the sound of your laugh.

He launches himself to the left, ears straining to get it all more clearly.

Now he hears a more masculine tenor that mixes and blends with your own sweet sound.

His heart gives a wild clench as he takes several steps in your direction but stops and waits, eyes trained on the curve all the way down the southern shore.

It takes a few moments because you’re still far away. You’re both laughing, saying something he can’t make out then laughing again.

Bucky clenches his fists, metal screeching in protest.

They’re just walking. Keep it together.

He knows that he should keep his cool. You’d just spent all night sleeping in his arms. You’ve spent the past few months with him, depending on him. You’d declared how much you need him and-shit…

You and Ryan round the large rocks in the distance, just as he realizes that he hasn’t told you how much he needs you. How much you mean to him. He’d only just decided that he really likes you and needs to tell you but what if he’s too late?

What if you think you’ve been a burden?

He hasn’t always been nice.

Fuck.

He's taken care of you. He’s made sure that you’ve wanted for nothing, at least in the way of safety and food—though you’ve done that for him too.

Being nice however, he could have done better. He can do better.

You and Ryan get closer and he can see your skin glistening in the morning sun.

You’ve gone for your swim and Bucky’s suddenly full of fearful rage as he considers what must have happened to have you two walking back together.

He can almost picture you swimming in the sparkling turquoise water. Your naked body is silhouetted against the rising sun but he can imagine that every curve of your body had stood in sharp contrast to the bright rays.

Even in his memories—fond memories that he will never admit to thinking about as much as he does—he can see the peaks of your bare breasts. He can see the curves of your hips, your butt, your neck exposed as you throw your head back when you resurface.

His neck feels hot all of a sudden and he burns hotter when his mind is filled with the image of Ryan coming upon such an exquisite sight.

He would have stood on the beach, probably watching you for much longer than you’ll probably ever realize. Ryan probably cleared his throat when he had his fill and you would have turned maybe expecting Bucky?

Bucky hopes.

Then you’d have ducked under the surface when you realized it wasn’t Bucky but with the way he knows you and Ryan are, that innocent lilt in your voice. The meaningless flirting…

You would have come out of the water after having asked Ryan to turn his back and Ryan would have stolen a peek of your perfect form when you’d turned your back to him as you pulled on your underwear and then slipped back into that summer floral dress you’d been wearing when the plane went down.

The colors have faded a little and the bottom is just as torn as ever. You’ve taken to wearing shorts underneath as it seems to keep getting shorter and shorter the more work you do in it, but it keeps you cool so it’s a favorite of yours.

Your hair is still damp, Ryan’s shoulder bumping yours as the two of you casually walk his way.

Ryan leans closer towards you and says something that Bucky can’t hear but he can see the way it flusters you and you reach over to push him away. Ryan is sent sideways, his feet walking into the shoreline where he splashes only a little before he hurries back towards you and nudges your shoulder again but then reaches around to grab both of your arms to steady you.

He drops them right away, responding to the way you curl in on yourself at his touch, but it’s enough of an embrace that Bucky’s heart gives an ache.

What’s wrong with me? Bucky wonders, knowing that he’s completely in love with you but unable to understand how it happened.

His eyes are glue to your pretty face, the stunning smile that stretches your lips as you and Ryan exchange pleasant conversation, but Bucky can’t care enough to hear what the two of you are saying.

Your skin is glowing in the morning sun as it bounces off the layer of tiny seawater droplets.

If he could have thought up the image of perfection, he knows that he could not have dreamt you up. Yet, he knows that you are it. You’re the epitome of his desires and not just physically. Of course, that part of himself has awoken with you always so close and so exposed in the literal sense.

He’s seen more of your body than he has of any other woman’s in his life, ever maybe.

Sure, there’d been a dalliance here and there in the back of a powder blue Cadillac, but those girls hadn’t undressed. Bunch of dresses pushed up around their waists as the fluffy scratchy fabrics underneath had scratched at his neck and face.

Yes, he has enjoyed the sight of you, but it goes beyond that now.

His attachment, his need comes from your own. In your eyes he can see you search for him, needing him just as he does. You’ve become the other half of his heart. The part that had lost all purpose when Hydra had twisted him mind into the Soldier.

Hearts were for beating. Staying alive. Nothing more.

Until you.

Then it began to hurt and pine and want again. It began to soften with affection at every corny joke, every lingering touch, every sweet chuckle.

You’ve wormed your way under his skin and there’s no way he can keep pretending that he doesn’t already think of you as his. Just as he’s already yours.

“…bucky?...Bucky…?” You sound far away but you’re in front of him, walking closer, your mouth moving but he almost doesn’t hear you.

“Is he alright?” Ryan asks, his voice distant too.

“I don’t know.” You frown, concern turning the corners of your lips down. “Bucky?”

“Ya alright, mate?” Ryan reaches over and gives Bucky’s right shoulder a soft slap, but the gesture doesn’t even move his massive body.

Bucky’s gaze is pull to him and Bucky sees red.

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Your heart is pounding with fear as you watch the glare that Bucky fixes on Ryan.

Ryan shrinks back a step, still looking a bit concerned by Bucky’s strange stoic stare. However, with Bucky’s sudden flare of rage, you’re almost certain that he’s going to deck him. Bucky is going to punch Ryan, right in the mouth. You just know it.

Instead, Bucky marches between the two of you, separating you with his large body.

As he passes he takes hold of your hand, the metal cool compared to the sun soaked warmth of your skin, and pulls you along down the beach.

“Bucky!” You gasp.

“Where ya going?” Ryan asks, turning to watch the two of you go with his arms thrown out to the sides as his confusion grows.

“I’m not-Can you get the bottles of water from camp?” You call back to him, tripping over your feet a little as you try to match Bucky’s pace.

Reaching out, you wrap your free hand around his metal bicep to get more balance.

“Ya, alright.” Ryan calls back.

“Bucky where are we going?” You demand.

“To check the fish nets.” He explains shortly.

“I already did that.” Ryan retorts, raising his voice so that you can both hear him as Bucky pulls you along further and further.

“To get some fruit then.” Bucky counters.

You realize now that he wants to get you alone, so you turn to follow him without resistance.

Bucky doesn’t speak until you’re both far away from the beach by the hut. He turns you into the small break in the trees where you normally come to pick bananas and mangoes.

Dropping your hand he immediately stoops down and begins to rifle through the fallen mangoes, squeezing them gently to see if they are ripe or spoiled.

“Bucky?” You sigh, watching him ignore you for a bit before you sigh and move to help with the fruit.

You’re not sure how he expects you to carry more than two or three with no basket. Minutes pass. Five, ten, fifteen minutes of sifting through fallen fruit before your arms are full and with a sigh you drop them and reach down to rip more of your dress to wrap them up and carry them more easily.

You’re not very careful with your tearing or as precise as Bucky when he did it that first time all those months ago, so you tear too much and the rip on one side runs all the way up your side exposing your skin.

“What are you doing?!” Bucky gasps, dropping the fruits in his arms as he rushes for you.

The plop, thud, plop of the fruits draws your eyes before his massive form is beside you pushing your hands away from your dress. The shorts underneath are more visible now and tattered like all of your clothes. They’re more durable made of jeans, but you use them to do everything so they’re your most worn piece of clothing.

Your arms fall limply at your sides as your patience wears thin. You chew on your lip hard, urging your voice to be even as you look at him, your eyes searching his furrowed brow, those frantic blue steel eyes.

He’s got something on his mind but he’s not sharing and it’s really starting to piss you off!

As he holds your dress closed, he meets your eyes, hesitating to keep hold of your gaze.

“What’s going on?” You wonder.

“Nothing.” Bucky shrugs. “Don’t rip your dress anymore. Don’t you like this one?”

“Bucky…” You sigh again, urging yourself to have patience.

There’s a sudden shift in his expression, an anger that flashes behind his eyes and it only spurs your own on.

Why would he be angry with you?!

“Just, stop showing the pilot skin.” He lets your dress go and moves back to his abandoned pile of fruit.

“Are you joking?! What does that even mean, Bucky?” Your blood is boiling.

“He likes you.” Bucky declares, throwing the words over his shoulder as if you’re stupid not to have noticed.

“I-” You stutter, trying to wrap your mind around his words, what he means, why it matters, what his anger could indicate. “So what?”

Bucky’s shoulders tense.

“It doesn’t matter if he likes me or not. In case you haven’t noticed, I am the only woman on this island, so he really doesn’t have much of a selection. If we were back on the mainland, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t spare me a glance.”

“Is that really what matters here?” Bucky seethes, but you still can’t guess as to why he’s so bothered by it.

Unless…

“He didn’t see anything, alright? He had his back turned when I got out of the water.” You assure him.

“Oh, like that ass wouldn’t peek? You’re very naïve.” Bucky mutters.

“Excuse you?” You gasp, all attempts at bottling up your anger abandoned.

“He wants you!” Bucky insists, rising and turning to look at you, closing the distance with two steps to stand close but not too close. Just close enough that you’re both able to shout in each other’s faces. “Can’t you see that? The way he looks at you, he even asked me if you were taken. He was all happy when I told him you didn’t have anyone waiting for you back home.”

Your heart falls, a sudden realization hitting you as you think about all the sweet ways Ryan has indeed been flirting with you. If you were taken…

“So…so what you’re saying is that he asked you if I was taken and you told him I wasn’t, right?” You swallow hard, fighting the lump in your throat as you see that Bucky—as stupid as it is to think it in this way—hadn’t claimed you.

It goes in the face of what you’ve always believed, that women are not objects to be owned by men, and yet here on this island with two of them here alone with you for who knows how long—possibly forever—for Bucky not to stand and tell Ryan that you’re his…but you aren’t, are you?

Hurt and anger flow through you, making your hands tremble.

Bucky doesn’t answer. You shake your head, unable to accept that he doesn’t want you enough to tell Ryan that you’re off limits. That you’re his.

What has all this been over the past three months then? Have you been so stupid and so delusional that you saw things in his behavior that aren’t really there?

“I need space.” You tell him and without hesitation you turn and walk away, into the jungle to be as far away from this emotional blow as you can.

Only, you get two steps before metal is wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back towards him swiftly and easily as if you’re made of nothing more than feathers.

He pulls you against his chest, metal hand extended back behind him as he does. When you crash against him, he wraps it around your waist while his other hand reaches up behind your head to hold you in place as he dips and kisses you hard.

His arms are vices around you, pulling you tight as if he can’t feel you unless you’re right up against him.

After a few moments of contact, his lips soften, melding with yours gently and tenderly.

You’re breathless as you let him lead, relishing in the feel of his kiss as his lips part and the tip of his tongue coaxes your own open.

You gasp but meet him eagerly, letting your body fall against his. Slipping your arms underneath his, you feel the thick, hard planes of his back until you reach his shoulders and pull him towards you as the kiss consumes you both.

Your body is humming. You can feel every shift of his skin against yours like tingling fire. A burning touch that electrifies you as it shifts in meaning.

This is Bucky claiming you. This is his declaration.

He pulls back, a small smack to his lips as he breaks the kiss. Your eyes are hazy and fogged as you open them, searching his face with only half your mind working while the other still lingers on the intensity of his kiss.

You’re breathless too, and you forget so when you breath it’s a rush of air that makes you lightheaded and you cling to him harder so that you won’t fall.

Bucky smiles, adjusting his grip to hold you steady.

He brings his hand up to caress your temple and then your cheek, sliding a tickling thumb along the still tingling skin.

“Be my girl?” He says, voice deep but low and quiet so that only you can hear. It dives into your chest and warms it further, making your legs weak with not only their meaning but tone and the smooth velvet of its flow.

You swallow hard, looking for more breath where there doesn’t seem to be any. It all feels so unreal. Like your daydream as you’d watched him mix clay and chop wood and every muscle of his torso had rippled and flexed for you and you’d wished he would hold you, just like this and kiss you, just like now.

Somehow, you find strength and oxygen enough to speak. “I thought I already was.”

This confession makes his expression soften; it draws his brow down once again as he devours your face before leaning down to claim your lips once more.

You whimper, so please and so relieved that you haven’t been alone in this. You’ve wanted him and he also has been wanting you.

You break his kiss to gasp for air, “Never let me go.”

Bucky sighs, pulling you tighter—as if that’s even possible—against his chest. His hug is crushing and you know that he’s holding you as close as he can but you want it to be even closer.

“Never.” Bucky whispers, sounding emotional too.

You want to see his face, to see the expression that he’s wearing that makes that voice, but you can’t bear to pull away. Instead you bury your face against his neck as he does the same and both of you simply enjoy the embrace.

~~~~~~~~~~

This shift is dynamic.

The way you and Bucky respond to each other’s presence changes instantly and you couldn’t be happier.

As you walk back towards the beach with him, hand in hand, you can’t help the smile that splits your cheeks.

Each of you chances several glances at the other, smiling wider as you make your way.

“What?” Bucky chuckles, shaking his head as you stare.

“If I’d known that making you jealous was the way to get you to make a move…” You tell him.

Bucky shakes his head. “I think I’d have gone crazy if you’d done anything intentionally.”

You can almost picture Bucky’s rage if you’d done something on purpose, throwing yourself on Ryan just to get a rise out of him.

The idea of you wanting anyone’s touch other than Bucky’s is so preposterous that you really don’t know how Bucky could have believed for even one second that you and Ryan were possible.

“I’ve only wanted you, Buck.” You sigh, cuddling closer into his side as you rest your head against his metal bicep.

Bucky sighs deeply, relieved?

“I didn’t want to…assume,” He begins. “We were the only two here and you’re the only woman? Me the only man? I was so afraid that I’d make you feel uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same way.”

“You could have asked.” You sigh. “But I guess I could have said something too. I could have told you it was okay.”

Bucky shakes his head. “I-I wasn’t nice to you at first. I don’t blame you for thinking I wasn’t feeling it. It’s my own fault.”

You pull him to a stop, tracing the shape of his forearm. “Bucky, none of this is your fault.”

This guilt he carries around with him about the plane, being marooned here, now his behavior when you first crashed?

“You didn’t know me. You saved me. We were strangers then. I don’t blame you for keeping me at a distance. Especially with everything that you’ve gone through and who you are? It’s natural for you to want to be cautious.” You understand his position.

Being the former Winter Soldier could not be easy to carry.

“But I should have been nicer.” He argues, reaches up to stroke your cheek again.

You lean into his touch, suddenly grateful that he can touch you like this away from the fuselage at bedtime.

Bedtime…holy shit. Your stomach erupts into flutters.

You quickly clear your throat and swallow to clear away the thoughts of how this will change bedtime too.

“I should have been more patient.” He continues.

With a smile, you shrug. “Maybe, but then you wouldn’t be you. I needed the kick in the butt. I’ve led a pretty sheltered life. I wasn’t prepared to survive out here. I’m glad you were stern.”

“Stern feels like an understatement. I was mean.” Bucky argues.

“Why are you so damn stubborn? I’m trying to give you a pass here, Barnes.” You gripe, suddenly annoyed again.

Bucky throws his head back and laughs, stroking your cheek with more affection at the sound of your irritation.

“Oh, man. You’re a firecracker.” He observes but doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s leaning in to kiss you again.

You push yourself towards him, eager to kiss him again because you can, and you’ve wanted it for so long. The fervor with which you pull him against you should be embarrassing but you’ve been so starved for his affection and now that you have it, you’re going to take advantage of it.

“I really like you.” He whispers as he pulls away.

Your heart is exploding with butterflies and your stomach flips pleasantly.

“I really like you, too, Bucky.” You smile. “So much.”

He gives you one more quick peck before leading you back towards the hut, hand in hand.

As you approach, you put a little more distance between the two of you but keep your hand wrapped around his. Both of you search the area for Ryan, Bucky probably eager for him to see that you two are now together but as you move towards the clay trough, you spot only the bottles of water that you’d asked him to fetch.

Bucky lets go and moves for them, thirsty.

“Well, at least he’s useful.” He says, taking a drink. “Where is he?”

“I don’t know.” You look around, wondering if he’d one back to the fuselage for something. “Maybe he forgot something back at camp?”

“Maybe.” Bucky says, eyeing the way to camp with narrowed eyes. “I don’t know if I trust that guy.”

“Oh, come on, Bucky. I’m already yours.” You tease and turn to fix him with a smile.

Bucky shakes his head, fighting his own but it only makes him give you a heart-stopping half-smile. Pretty pink lips curved on one side in a new expression that you make note of to demand it again someday.

“I’m serious.” He insists. “There’s something off about it. I don’t know what, but I feel like he’s hiding something.”

“Something about the plane?” You wonder, voice serious now as you consider that you’ve only known Ryan for such a short time.

“Yeah.” Bucky nods, moving towards the clay trough where he immediately dips his hands in to mix the sediment that’s settled at the bottom.

“But he’s so nice.” You counter, feeling sad by the thought that Ryan might be two-faced.

“Most bad guys are.” Bucky mutters sinisterly.

You open your mouth to argue when the sound of splashing turns you towards the shoreline.

Rising from the water is Ryan, shirtless, blonde curls plastered against the side of his face. He wipes the water away and freezes for a moment when he spots the two of you on the beach.

He suddenly smiles, moving towards his shirt and pulls it over his head as he approaches.

“Hi.” You offer, squinting against the morning sun. A quick glance at Bucky shows you he’s standing, hands and forearms covered in clay as he stands watching Ryan too.

“Hello.” Ryan replies, moving towards the two of you with relaxed and easy walk. “When did you two get back?”

“Just now.” You smile at him, forcing yourself to see the kind man instead of the suspicious pilot that showed up out of nowhere.

Bucky’s own worries now seeping into you.

“Went for a swim?” You wonder, looking over his shoulder in the direction he came from.

“It’s hot out here.” He explains.

“Did you find anything?” Bucky suddenly asks, his voice full of forced friendliness. “You went to the cabin, right? What were you looking for?”

Ryan freezes by the small fire pit you and he had dug up a few days earlier to cook food on the beach instead of having to run all the way back to camp.

“I did go there, yeah.” He nods. “I wanted to see if mah bag was still there. I had some personal items I was hopin’ had survived the crash.”

“Nothing too important I hope?” And you really do hope it’s nothing that means a whole lot.

Ryan meets your gaze and fixes you with a tight and forlorn grin. “Some pictures of mah son.”

“Your son?!” You gasp, completely shocked by his declaration. “You have a son?”

“Aye, I have a son.” Ryan sighs. “I’ll go get the fish, ya? I’ll cook breakfast. You take a rest.”

“Now he has a son?” Bucky wonders once Ryan is a safe distance away and you honestly can’t blame him for the suspicion you can hear in his voice.

You really don’t know Ryan at all and now have to wonder how much more he might be hiding.

[six-costume-refs]

Do you think that the reason the whole six UK costumes situation is messy is because of COVID? They’re recycling each other’s costumes maybe because they don’t have the budget right now because they haven’t been performing like before. Or why do you think they’re doing this?

Hey! I think it depends a lot on the costume. I'm going to explain some of what @lightleckrereins and I have been theorizing. Super long, sorry about that!

Bryony Duncan: They probably weren't expecting the universal swings to go on as much as they have been, so I'm guessing it didn't make much sense for them to make new costumes right now. Her Bliss costumes were available and still fit (may have been some minor modifications), so there's not really any reason for her to not wear them. Right now we don't know what the case is with her Seymour top or skirt since we haven't seen it - she might just not be able to wear it for whatever reason, or they might have decided to just have her not wear them.

Natalie Pilkington/Cassandra Lee: This explanation is combined. We've been theorizing that Cassandra Lee will leave at cast change with her replacement wearing the pink alt costume which would leave Natalie as the only black alt. With the addition of a super swing to the Tour cast, they have four alts and need all four colors to not overlap. They'd prefer to have a black alt rather than pink alt as swing, so it seems like they'd rather temporarily have two black alts with minimum design overlap and be able to later have the full four than give Natalie pink alt for a while and then potentially have to switch both her and Cassy's replacement. It is a little complicated and some things are still unanswered but it seems like the most obvious explanation in terms of Six.

Natalie Pilkington: She's kept her old top (modified) and is in Liv's shorts, but everything else is new. Since she's not wearing any of her own old bottoms (Aragon skirt, Cleves shorts, Seymour/Parr pants) I'm guessing that they probably don't fit now, which would explain why she needed new ones and/or wore Liv's but kept her top.

Liv Alexander: Okay, all of these costumes have been confusing but not as much as Liv's. Originally Sofia was saying they just probably couldn't access the Breakaway costumes since they had left the ship so last minute and hadn't taken them off. We've seen Natalie in Liv's shorts since then, though, so that can't be the issue now. Once again, it's probably just an issue with her Breakaway costumes not fitting now. Like I mentioned with Bryony, I doubt they were expecting the standbys to go on this much and probably didn't find it that important to make her an entirely new costume when she might only wear it a handful of times. We don't know when she was asked to play Boleyn on Breakaway 2.0 and if it was when she was offered the standby - if it was all in the same contract there's really no need for her to be made a costume when she'll only be there for about two months (Shekinah had one for her fairly brief run but very different time/scenario at Six). The band/emergency cover costume is always the go-to for when someone needs to go without a costume so that wasn't a surprise that she wore that. Of course they'd prefer she went on in actual costumes rather than the band/ec look, so the Grace/Shekinah outfits were probably a pleasant surprise. I don't know why she didn't just wear Grace's to start with back when she debuted as Seymour - it may have been being altered to fit her (no obvious alterations at first glance), they might not have had access to Grace's at the time, or they just might not have realized.

Vicki Manser/Jodie Steele: Right now Vicki is wearing Jodie's Howard costume. It doesn't make a lot of sense since most of the other principals got brand-new costumes with the updated designs since the show started (everyone but Maddie which is also interesting). Sofia and I are thinking that Vicki is on a shorter/more temporary contract with Jodie scheduled to return after her engagement with Heathers ends (that ends this fall but announced cast change date is in March). Assuming Jodie comes back, she'll presumably receive the new updated Howard costume (always a chance that it might be someone else and not Jodie, but Jodie seems to make sense). If Vicki's just going to be with the show more temporarily, again it doesn't make as much sense for them to make her an entirely new costume when they have one that fits her.

There's some element of time/money/workload as well - only making the necessary costumes is always going to be helpful in all of those things, and we can see that they were trying to prioritize keeping what they could from pre-lockdown.

I do have some theories about how some of this might change in the future for the standbys/alts (these aren't ones Sofia and I have talked about, so Sofia I'd love to hear your thoughts on these as well!) Depending on how long Natalie stays with the show she might have to get a new top at some point. If Bryony stays contracted as a standby for a significant length of time and continues to go on this much, she might get to the point where an entirely new costume is needed (if that's the plan I think there's a chance she might get one at or around cast change). If Bryony joins as a principal or official WE alt/swing, she'll definitely get a new costume. Anyone still in their original tour costume (Harriet, Jen, and Maddie) will probably get one at tour cast change as well if they're all staying.

[yehet-me-up]

Content Tag Game

Tagged by EXO sister-wife Kat @yeoldontknow​ <3 1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

3. how long have you been writing? on this blog?

uhhh I definitely wrote half of several harry potter and lotr fanfics in HS but that was ‘the dark times’ many moons ago. so as an adult this is my only fandom! just stumbled into kpop and stumbled onto fanfics in the most backwards way possible (was sent a meme of a 1D ‘imagine’ and was like hey I wonder if they have these for kpop and then I found them and they were not a meme, but were fucking incredible AND NOW 4 YEARS LATER (started August-ish 2017???) here we are hahaha)

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

oh dear god i just remembered I have an AO3 account..... WHOOPS, shit 😅 might need to, y’know, update that at some point. jfc adhd object permanence is something else.

5. what is your favorite genre to write?

Personally it’s sci fi/fantasy, but here in the fanfic space I’d say..... uhh slice of life, romance, angst but make it a happy ending?? fanfic is a way for me to share all the sort romantic hopeful feelings I have about love and life and friendship and purpose 💕

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

Used to be a pantser when I started this (and when fics used to be like ?? 3k-5k) now that fics in general are longer for one-shots and series my good lord I need an outline. Especially for exo mall which is *insert meme of crazy guy with the bulletin board* a lot for my brain haha

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

I’d say mine are usually 5k or so?? some series were shorter per chapter, depending on subject matter. I tend to write like... interconnected long as frick oneshots, so i don’t count those as chapters ☠️

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

uhhhhh good question haha. my book was 95k and I think exo mall is like *dammit math* 140k or something that has significantly gotten out of hand. I have two more fics so it will probably be like 180ish when it’s done?? not including the drabbles to come haha 

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

I loved No Quarter and torturing Kat with her husband, also staying up all night to finish Chanyeol’s exo mall knowing kat had NO idea it was coming was a BLAST. Kyungsoo’s exo mall was one of the most ‘in the flow’ writing experiences i’ve ever had. I wrote this Baek oneshot at like 3am when i couldn’t sleep once and tbh it felt like I wrote it in a dream. ja;slkfjasd I love so many of these this is like a trip down memory lane, so I’m going to be a wh*re and say two more haha.  This is the most honest and close to ‘real life’ thing I think I’ve written on here (and also one of the only sex scenes I didn’t lose my goddamned mind trying to write a;sldkfja;sdf). And lastly Ablaze, which was the longest thing I’d written (I think) and let me know that hey? maybe I could write a book someday <3

11. favorite request you’ve have written and why (if any?)

This request for Exo Mall Baek was such a joy to write! And for some reason this Taeyong drabble makes me wish I had the time/energy to write it into a full story, it gripped me so much when I wrote it, like a movie had fully downloaded into my brain out of nowhere.

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

For sure! I’d say found family is a big one. Trusting that you’ll find your place even if things don’t make sense or you feel unsure. Believing that love is worth the risk and fear of trusting someone ;laksjdfal;sd. That love can be big gestures and super intense, but that after that fades away it’s the small daily moments that matter most - the people who stay and listen when you’re sad, holding hands and forehead kisses, taking care of people when they’re sick or scared or just need company, showing up to try again or to communicate even when things are hard. 

Someone commented on a fic of mine ages ago that I helped them see that real love (of that small, daily, consistent kind) is possible and MAYHAPS I cried because underneath it all, that’s what I’d want people to take away - that love of all kinds is scary, but it’s always worth it in the end <3

13. current number of wips?

Surprisingly just ... 3? wow how time has changed hahaha. I have Jun + Baek for exo mall (plus some drabbles but that will be something people write in about, so I wouldn’t consider them wips) and then I maaaaay continute on here with the Jun + Min regency baes series. We shall see :)

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

1. I can’t NOT write Baekhyun as the biggest cheesy dork in the entire world 2. That I’ll always have endless fantasy world to live in. I have to try actively to not start new WIPs because it’s so damn easy to be inspired. If I’m ever bored I know that I can jump into some story and let myself be carried away for a while 3. that who and how i am in real life is not usually the same person that i am when it comes to the vibe of my writing, and that that’s totally okay <3

15. a quote you like from a published story.

“I wish it had been with someone like you, though,” you say, squeezing his hand.

“Someone like me?” he says, raising his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.

You look down at the floor, trying to figure out how to put how he makes you feel into words. “Yeah, someone strong, and steady. And safe.”

He lets out a laugh. “Safe? That sounds awfully similar to boring.”

“No, no. You don’t understand,” you say emphatically, coming to stand fully in front of him, grabbing his other hand as well. “You never ask me to be anything but who I am. You’re patient, kind, caring. For the longest time I thought that falling in love would be stifling. That it would… I don’t know, take my independence. Take my spirit. Make me into someone I don’t recognize.”

You step closer, holding his face in your hands. “But I can’t think of anything I want more than to be with you. You make me the best version of who I am. I don’t know how it is for you, being with me. But when I’m with you, it just feels like… home,” you finish gently.

- from Kyungsoo’s exo mall because THIS is how I feel about falling in love now, and this story was me working out what I believed about the process (like a goddamned emo bish haha)

16. a quote from an unpublished story.

For a moment you allow yourself this weakness. It won't destroy you to admire the strong lines of his body, the intensity and focus in the set of his brows, the deep, warm color brown of his eyes as they - oh lord, he's looking directly at you. As he notices you watching him his lips press into a small smile, inclining his head towards you.

'Oh no,' you say, mortified. In a breath you've blinked and drawn your arm through Maggie's, weaving your way through the crowd and dragging her with you.

'What's wrong?' she hisses in your ear, slightly off-kilter from the drink and revelry. 'You're going to tear my arm off.’.

'Sorry, he -' With a hand you push through the front doors, gulping in the cool night air and breathing deeply to steady the erratic pace of your heartbeat. 'Maggie, what's happening to me? He looked at me and I felt so... naked. I can't explain it.'

She realizes you aren't in actual distress and laughs. 'Good. About time you fell in love. I'm delighted.'

- From perhaps a future chapter of Jun and Min regency baes series....

17. space for you to say something to your readers.

Thank you so much. Truly, from the bottom of my heart. This fandom brought writing back into my life after such a long time away and I had no idea I would love it so much. The friends it’s brought me and the kind words that made me cry or cheered me up on a shitty day or made me laugh out loud and the watching other writers grow on their journeys. Getting to hear how something I made could help you feel less alone or less sad on a shitty day is all I’ve ever wanted from sharing all this. Thank you for being here and thank you for sharing parts of yourself with me <3

Tagging anyone who sees this who would like to do it, even if you don’t consider yourself a “real writer” yet (yes you are, stop doubting yourself!!!!) 😘

[mrkis]

nsfw a to z analysis — donghyuck

[version two]

A  — Aftercare he does make sure you’re okay at first, tracing unknown patterns across your skin and getting you a glass of water until he turns into a big baby, clinging to your side and tucking his head away into your neck as he whines for you to play with his hair.

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners) donghyuck loves your legs, there’s something special about your legs that make him go crazy. he loves to rub his hands down the length of them, squeezing the flesh even if it’s an act of innocence. but when he’s in the mood it’s a whole different story, the grips become tighter, the touches linger longer and he enjoys to bite and suck little marks into the skin.

C — Cum in a condom or your mouth. donghyuck is still young and he has his whole life planned out ahead of him with nct, he doesn’t want any accidents to happen so he will most definitely use a condom every time you have sex. even if you are on the pill, donghyuck will still be reluctant to do it. just in case.

D — Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) he’s a switch. donghyuck is a straight up switch but he will never admit that to you, wanting to keep that ‘dominant’ image as he likes how you react underneath him. but secretly, he wants to you take in charge, he wants you to make him whimper and whine for more. E — Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) donghyuck isn’t very experienced, i don’t think he’s had a girlfriend before so you will definitely be his first for everything. the only knowledge he knows about sex is from the porn that he occasionally watches, mentally taking notes on what to do and what to not do.

F — Favourite Position he’s all about physical contact and is clingy so his favourite will be missionary, it’s not only an easy position but he’s able to be close to you, arms wrapping around your body and lips touching your skin.

G — Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) donghyuck will go between being serious and being playful. right before he enters you, he might pull a face or say something funny to calm his panicking nerves and to make you laugh, but then he’d switch immediately into his serious mode as he concentrates, wanting to make you both feel good. but there’s no doubt that donghyuck will occasionally giggle and crack a joke.

H — Hair (how well groomed they are) donghyuck would be a little self conscious during maybe the first month or two in your relationship you so he would completely shave until he’s bare. he would start getting comfortable further into the relationship, maybe allowing it to grow but still keeping it to a minimum. 

I — Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) donghyuck isn’t the romantic type that will light candles, throw rose petals across the bed or floor. he’s the type that will show his romance through i love yous, caresses, cooing and kisses. donghyuck always feel overwhelmed, no matter how many times you have slept together, he always ends up feeling overwhelmed and sometimes emotional, holding you close to him as tight as he can

J — Jacking Off donghyuck jacks himself off a lot. he can’t help it, he loves wrapping his hand around his length and jerking himself off to some porn. you catch him 50% of the time because he isn’t discreet as he thinks he is which makes him pout but he doesn’t stop. obviously, he would prefer you helping him out but sometimes you aren’t around as much... he’s got to do what a man has to do.

K — Kink(s) his kinks are quite tame, they aren’t too extreme or over the top. he likes body praise, love bites and overstimulation(which will happen further into your relationship)

L — Location either his bed or your bed. he will not dare do anything that isn’t inside the comfort of one of your bedrooms, maybe he’ll have sex with you on the sofa but it has to be on your sofa. doing it at the dorms is super risky and if one of the members catches him, he’ll be a wreck.

M — Motivation (what turns them on, what gets them going) he gets turned on by soft lingering touches and/or praises. if he comes off the stage after a show and you praise him on his performance while pushing the hairs out of his sweaty face, he would want to go home as quick as possible. he hates to admit it, but even making out with him turns him on. he finds it slightly embarrassing how all you have to do his kiss him while sitting on his lap and he’s immediately hard. 

N — No donghyuck will not do anything that could hurt you and him. he’s not into a lot kinky things and he’ll most probably be more open to trying things out in the future but bdsm will be completely ruled out, and also doing it in public.

O — Oral he absolutely loves it when you go down on him. it’s a new experience and feeling, the warmth and wetness of your mouth could almost make him faint. with a lot of time and preparation, he’d learn how to go down on you and make you feel good. the first time he did, it was a little messy and he was nervous, not exactly sure on what to do, but he’ll learn and it’s his mission to give you the best orgasm of your life with his just mouth.

P — Pace (are they fast or rough, slow or sensual, etc) this all depends on the mood. usually it’s slow and steady, wanting to feel everything and drag the moment out. other times, you could both be going like erratic rabbits, his hips snapping into yours as you’re both eager to get a release.

Q — Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often it happens, etc) these happen a lot because of the busy schedule he has, some days shorter than others. he doesn’t really like them that much, but he wouldn’t turn one down if you were both horny. he grumbles, whines and pouts about it not being the same but he still gives it his all

R — Risk (are they game to experiment, would they take risks, etc) he is not a big risk taker at all. he wouldn’t try anything outside of the bedroom as he knows you could both get into big trouble. but with experimenting inside the bedroom, he isn’t opposed to it. as long as it doesn’t lead to anything harmful

S — Stamina (how many rounds they can go for, how long do they last) donghyuck is quite competitive so he tries to go for as many rounds as he can, trying to beat his last score. some days he as a lot of energy but other days, not so much. 

T — Toys (do they own toys, do they use them) he’s not very keen on having or using toys, it makes him feel a little self conscious because he’s afraid they’ll make you feel better than he does. donghyuck only wants you to feel good if he’s doing it himself, either with his mouth, hands or cock.

U — Unfair (how much they like to tease) without a doubt, donghyuck is a brat. he’s a tease whenever it’s inside or outside of the bedroom. he won’t tease you during sex until he’s fully confident with your body and sex in general, wanting to make you beg and whine for him.

V — Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make) being hypersensitive and new to everything in the relationship, he will be very vocal. mainly high pitched moans and whines. he’s louder than you sometimes, which you don’t particularly mind, and he isn’t afraid to be loud when to of you are alone. but if there’s a time where you’re both having fun in his bed at the dorms, he struggles but he tries to keep as quiet as he can.

W — Wild Card “ah, oh no, not good— shit! n-no, it’s fine, i nearly died” donghyuck curses into the headset as his fingers type rapidly against his keyboard, trying to keep his breathing normal as he feels you slide down his cock again. he fights the urge to roll his eyes at the back of his head, resting his chin on your shoulder to keep his attention on the computer screen in front of him as you roll your hips forward with your arms wrapped around his own shoulders for support, clenching his length with your warmth. you gasp softly as donghyuck’s accidentally jerks upwards at the sudden feeling, hitting the spot inside you that makes your legs quiver. you whine softly.

“what was that sound?” you heard johnny’s voice speak on the other side of the headset as donghyuck complains from dying, his arms finally coming around your waist to pull you closer to his body as his hips grind upwards.

“nothing” he whispers back to johnny, muting the call his he presses his lips against yours. 

X — X-ray (let’s see what’s going on in their pants, picture or words) average size, more girth than length for certain. regardless of the size, he knows how to use it well.

Y — Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) quite high to be honest. he’ll be new to sex and inexperienced so he’d want to learn through having sex as much as you both could. once he gets the hang of everything and he’s confident, he’ll want to have sex all the time.

Z — Zzz... (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) he taps out first, most definitely the first to sleep. he’ll discard the condom first and puts on a pair of boxers, passing you his shirt before he gets back into bed and cuddles into you.

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Motion Sickness Chapter 41

Back to Jaune we go.

If you experience positive psychotic symptoms don't ever use marijuana.

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"You think this will help?" I held the marijuana cigarette out in front of me and picked at a bug in my ear.

Greens for sure weren't likely to help with the paranoid thoughts, a goddess had her fingers in my mind, for real, or the suicidal thoughts, besides. But it just might take the edge off the bugs or the shadows.

Neo took it back from me and lit it. She took a long pull as though to say, 'see, safe.'

I took it back and inhaled the smoke in my lungs, it was still burning from where she lit it, and I took a drag. Almost immediately the bugs in my face eased. They weren't gone per se. They were muted. I could still feel them crawling around behind my eyes and in the tips of my extremities.

I coughed.

"Oh shit." I exhaled. "That's good." I chomped on the cigar and Neo beamed. "I'm going to need a box of these, just to keep it at bay." I'd brought up some of my hallucinations and Neo had picked this up for me.

She was looking up at me expectantly.

"Thank you, Neo."

She grinned up at me even though I was sitting on the bed and she was standing. We were in a different dingy motel than the one in which we'd tortured Nickel.

The greens were good. I inhaled them and leaned back on the bed. If Neo wanted to kill me this would be the best time to do it. Instead she plopped up on the bed beside me. "Well, I'm hooked." A shadow jumped out at me from the corner of my eye and I just didn't care. I was so relaxed.

I factory reset the Don's scroll. It wasn't quite as good as the military grade one I'd had before, but as far as civilian ones went it was top of the line.

"I need to go to this Merlot's lab. Cinder's boss, Salem, has some way of controlling me. All my psychotic symptoms started then. Or… well, maybe not. I need to learn about it if I want to fight it. You're welcome to come with. Cinder probably won't be there, but it's on the road to her for me. I have to go."

I brushed my new diamond studs. I'd gone all in on my new identity, Cloud, Cloud Strife. My hair was done up spikey, and I had a half cape around my waist. I still had Pyrrha's cape around my bicep on one arm but on the other I had a single long sleeve, on my pauldron side. The dark blues and blacks of my new clothes contrasted with the bronze of my armor nicely. My half cape billowed around my legs when I walked and my blonde hair shifted in any breeze. I still had a pair of long gloves on beneath my gauntlets. They ran elbow length.

I'd gotten my sword repaired, too. The warp wasn't bad to take out and I was only without the blade for a couple of hours yesterday. I'd just waited outside the smithy while they worked. What was I supposed to do and where was I going to go without my sword? Nowhere fast. And I wasn't Ruby to repair it myself. I might have been able to buff it out with a whetstone, but why take the risk when my pockets were overflowing with cash?

My weapons would still give me away, so would my face, but I'd done what I could in terms of disguising myself. Unless my friends saw me face to face or weapon to weapon they wouldn't be able to find me.

Neo made a stabbing gesture with her right hand.

"There will be people to kill and torture. At least one person. Probably. If not there will always be more in Atlas."

She made a show of considering it, one finger on her cheek. I knew how lonely she was, though. Plus I was sure she liked taking orders. It was weird but then not really. She liked having a boss. And just so long as she had people to maim, she was happy. I think she was happier working with me than she had been in a long time.

What? A girl's gotta heist.

It was a coin flip where Cinder was heading next, Atlas or Vacuo. So I'd flipped for it. It came up Atlas. I'd start digging around there in Solitas after I was done with the Merlot thing. Depending, of course, on what I learned from his lab. It was closer anyways. And it maintained my future availability of options by being closest to Vacuo over here and Vale. It was closest to all three of the other kingdoms, really, depending on how you looked at it. And the closed borders meant little to me if I had Neo with me.

I roached the joint and stared at the slightly spinning ceiling. The softly rotating fan was a pleasure to watch as I laid back. I rubbed at my chest, moving my hand in light circles over the deep scars there.

I missed Ruby and her soft touch in those moments.

Neo nodded at length. A single small gesture I felt through the bed. I sat up and held out a hand for her to shake on it. She did, a wide glittering grin on her face. Her eyes swapped colors at that.

She was wearing new clothes, too. She had a cape with some collar straps and her collar was done around inside out near her breasts. The fancy shirt ended at her midriff before a pair of nice white pants. She wore a pair of much shorter heels than before beneath that. She had a set of long white gloves on as well, much like myself.

"We'll take a train to the South to this city, Shumi." I pointed out on a map with my scroll, "From there we'll ride on horseback to Merlot's laboratory, here near a place called Wutai. A few weeks max. Then we'll be back on the hunt for Cinder. Who'll probably go to Atlas. She has unfinished business with Ironwood anyway."

She nodded along acceptingly. She pointed at where I'd thrown out the cigarette.

"Yep. We'll need a ration of those. They really help. I don't suppose you know where to find more?"

She gave me a coy nod. Hiding a smile behind her hands.

"Fantastic."

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She did indeed know where to find more.

A beefy guard waited outside a small house on the outskirts of Mistral. He was wider than me at the shoulders and had a few inches on me. At a glance I didn't feel the low hum of aura coming off of him though. He could be just withdrawn, at any rate.

Neapolitan and I walked up together. He gave us both a once over and we stood in silence. Then some other folks walked out of the house and he motioned to let us in. Controlling how many people were inside at any given time. Smart.

He held up a hand. "Your weapons," He had a slight accent. Atlesian, not unlike Weiss's but deeper and richer. "Leave them out here."

I pulled my harness off my back. Staring him straight in the eye the whole time. I didn't need Limit to kill him. I put them on a rack behind the gentleman and he stepped aside of the entrance.

Neo was let inside without any hassle, giving me a superior smirk as she twisted her umbrella in the rain. "Sure, rub it in."

She did. And even if she didn't, being without Crocea Mors made me uncomfortable. I was glad she was armed, if nothing else. Somebody to watch my back in a run down place like this was nice. And I always had Limit, just a short charge away.

We walked in on a place lined with jars and labels on them. Inside were greens of all sorts of names. Lemon Drop Haze. Blueberry Blitz. Lilac Diesel. They were all arranged on neat little rows on high shelves.

"Well I've got to hand it to you Neo…"

I was whistled at by a lanky dude in a ‘t’ shirt.

I was coming from a place of ignorance and I couldn't exactly ask Neo how the place worked.

"You been in here before?"

"No sir." I answered with a smile. "How much am I allowed to buy." Not what sizes did they come in, not anything else. What was the maximum amount of drugs I was allowed to leave with? They must have a limit to prevent resale. A closely monitored tight ship like this.

"Two ounces." That didn't seem like much. "And you gotta pay in cash, that is if no one told you."

"Not a problem. What would the-uh…" I gestured at him.

"Budtender," the Budtender said.

"Right. What would the Budtender recommend."

"For what? You wanna get high or you wanna relax?"

"Something to relax me," I told him.

"You want an indica, then. A bit mellower and a bit richer in the CBD."

He picked across the shelves. Staying away from things that had names like 'blitz,' or 'shard,' or 'rush.' He strayed towards the mellower sounding ones and distinctly avoided one which had 'panic' in its name.

"Lemon drop haze." He put his hand on one. "And...sunshine sherbet." He put his hand on another jar.

"Sounds good. An ounce of both, please."

He named a steep price. A couple hundred Lien. I whistled lowly. But the stuff Neo had given me was already wearing thin. The bugs were starting to come back and I needed relief. I could hear a low whispering too. That needed to stop. Fast, if possible.

I paid him in the cash requested without too much hesitation. The only other place I'd see real relief would be antipsychotic drugs. I didn't have the time to get a psychiatrist and as a huntsman I'd be forcibly relieved of my gear for potentially months.

PTSD was common amongst hunters and they couldn't have crazy ones running around. There were procedures in place for this that I was specifically trying to avoid. I just didn't have the time to get set up with something like that.

"You gonna need pipe-ware?" He asked.

I looked down at Neo. She rolled her pink and brown eyes and nodded. I could feel her aura against mine. Something cool with undercurrents underneath. An edge of something cruel.

"Yeah I'll need a pipe."

"They never just stop at one," he said with a smirk. Like he was sharing a closely held secret with me.

"One'll be good for now," I instead insisted.

"It'll be thirty extra for a pipe and if you want a grinder that'll be even more."

It sounded like a good idea so I took him up on it.

I paid him anyways, knowing he was gouging me. It didn't matter a whole lot to me at the moment anyways. He handed over two tins, a pipe and a grinder.

"Come back soon." He called at my shoulder. I stuffed the tins and paraphernalia into my pockets.

I took my weapon back from the man outside and gave it a once over. My serrated combat-camping knife, sword and shield all looked fine, just as I left them.

"Let's get out of this fucking town." I told Neo. "I'm done with this city."

I freshly ground up some greens while we were walking and put it in my new pipe. I took a long drag, like it was the first breath of fresh air I'd gotten in months.

She skipped to keep up with me. Making it look natural.

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"You assume there's nothing I can do to you, child. No torment I can bring upon you. You are mistaken."

I was hit with the sensation of making up but I couldn't turn my head. I rose from the train-car seat.

-then I was abruptly back in the train-car seat alone for all the world with the sensation of waking up again.

She hit me with that sensation. That feeling of waking up five more times and over what felt like subjective hours. My face crawled with bugs and I wanted to scream. I felt like I was falling for hours and hours.

-I jerked awake. There was Neo across from me in the train-car. I took a moment to get my bearings. It had been torturous. The sensation of waking up over and over again.

I breathed hard and Neo looked over at me, something like concern etched in her face.

"She's getting better at it," I said. "She's getting better at tormenting me. Cinder's boss."

I looked out the train-car window and watched the scenery pass us by. I watched a couple a few aisle's down. The man jumped and slapped his body like- well like he'd seen a bug on him. I was all too familiar with the sensation. The feeling of insects crawling across my skin and things jumping out at me from the corner of the eye. I recognized it.

I looked across from me and saw Neo's eyes narrowed in concentration. Her smile was wide in sheer delight.

"Neo," I whispered. "Neo!"

She looked at me and the man stopped his jumping-jacks. Her focus wanted on whatever illusion she had crafted. Pink and brown shifted in her hair as she changed focus.

"For gods' sake you're like a child. I'll get you people to torture for real. Knock it off."

She gave me a brooding look but nodded.

"Play some games on your scroll. For goodness sake. Don't torture just to torture. Do it with purpose."

She made a faux-angry face at me.

"Yeah I'm mad. Stop it. When we find Merlot you get to do all the torturing, sound fair? Even though he's my dad or whatever."

She gave me an odd look at that.

"I think… I think I was born in a tank. There are images of water. Muffled people talking. I think I was born pretty much full grown with whatever they had done to me already done to me."

"I don't know what they did to me. I don't know what I am. But when we find Merlot you get to be first in line for hurting him."

"They said he does experiments on Grimm, that might mean… it might mean that I'm part Grimm. That means I'm a monster. And you get to go first against the guy who did that to me. Sound even? We square?"

She didn't nod or give me any gesture. She just sat in her typical silence.

"Look… whatever. Just stop fucking with people who don't deserve it. If you're going to work for me then you only get to torment the people I say so. We clear?"

She still made no gesture.

"I said 'are we clear?'"

She gave me one firm nod. Her eyes were wary in part. Like she was anxious of making a deal she didn't want to keep. Like I was some fae of myth contracting her into bondage.

"Good. I promise it won't be all bad. And when we get to Atlas we'll have to make a name for ourselves. Make people scared of us. It's just an intermission on the torture and heists. They're not over."

Maybe I was a little antsy too. I wanted another pull of greens. The bugs were starting to become a bit of menace. And I couldn't exactly take a hit while in the slightly crowded train.

And Hell, I was bored, too.

"Plus there might be bandits out here. You can do whatever you want to them, I don't give a fuck."

"Heard there was a big tribe of bandits too. The Branwens you heard of them? Well I especially don't care what happens to them. Go nuts."

"With my luck I'm sure something will come up anyways. You'll get your kicks. Have I steered you wrong yet? That's what I thought. And I let you kill the Don even though I kinda wanted to. He threatened some disgusting stuff on my friends. I really wanted to snap his neck. Instead I let you cut him. That was grand, wasn't it?"

"So when I say you'll get your kicks in you better believe me. We just have to be patient for a bit. Play things smart and close to the chest."

"Otherwise Salem will get us," I exhaled. "Cinder and Salem both will get the two of us with impunity."

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-WG

[acciomalfoy]

liquid luck (bill weasley x reader)

summary: reader is an exchange student that draws the attention of bill weasley just in time for valentines day

a/n: another collab with @fromashescomephoenixes yall already know the drill go follow her she is an incredible author as well as person!

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Lifting myself off of the stoney floor, I find myself in a comfortable office filled with trinkets. The circular walls are covered with serious looking portraits, their eyes lit by the glow of the warm fireplace I recently fell out of. As I rise and brush myself off, I find myself face to face with a phoenix.

I stare into it's eyes for a moment as they swirl in fiery embers of color, before I snap back to reality. It had been a long journey, and I would have an equally long day tomorrow given I was arriving mid term- on February 13th.

Turning towards the center of the room, I see a small group of people eagerly grinning towards me. I watched as the girl bobbed on the balls of her feet, and the boy stood, completely relaxed, with a welcoming stance.

“Ms. y/l/n, welcome to Hogwarts!” Albus Dumbledore’s voice greets me. I smiled, my nerves eased by the kind welcome that they had prepared.

“We are most pleased to have you here,” Mcgonagal nods towards me. After properly greeting both of them, I turn my attention to the two people my age, waiting to greet me.

“Oh my Godric! I’m so happy to meet you,” The dark brown, curly haired girl greeted me with a soft hug. Her russet brown skin seemed to radiate warmth as she pulled me into a kind hug. “I’m Anya, and it sounds like you’re in my house. So you’ll be seeing lots of me!” She smiled kindly and nodded towards the pale, freckled boy behind her, signalling for him to come up.

“G’day mate!” The boy said in an extremely poor Australian accent. His honey-gold eyes searched mine, hoping to see the laughing twinkle of his reflected in mind.

“Oh good evening dear chap!” I responded without missing a beat in an equally awful English accent. The red haired boy laughed and I couldn’t help but notice the deep brown flecked through his eyes. Almost like cinnamon.

“So, do you play quidditch?” The boy demanded, grinning still. I was about to respond with an affirmative, but I was cut off.

“Mr Weasley! Your name!” Mcgonagal snapped. I grinned, silently laughing at the situation.

“I’m Bill. Nice to meet you,” He held out his hand. Gently, I placed my small hand into his firm one, and shook.

“Y/n,” I responded.

“I’ll have to show you around sometime y/n.” Bill grinned.

“And I’ll have to show you to our dorm!” Anya exclaimed, taking your arm. “You’re a Hufflepuff, right?” I nodded, remembering Professor Mcgonagal’s brief trip to Koolangka, the Australian wizarding school, to sort me. The strange hat was very different to the process at Koolangka, but seemed to work nonetheless.

“Right-o,” I grinned, enjoying the way my words stood out slightly. We hurried through the castle as Anya explained the basics of what I needed to know to me. By the time we reached the basement, I was nearly asleep on my feet.

The soft golden bedding seemed all together much to inviting, and I slept as soon as my head hit the pillow.

•••

I woke up to four girls standing over me, and I yelped in surprise, causing them to step back slightly.

“You’re y/n, right? I’m Amelia Abbott,” A brown haired girl began talking, and proceeded to point at the rest of the Hufflepuff’s. “That’s Ella Finch-Fletchey, that’s Caroline Jordan, and this is Teresa Berg.” She finished, and I waved at the girls in turn.

“Nice to meet you all!” I said as I hopped out of bed, and Teresa instantly took my arm.

“Anya told us you and Bill Weasley hit it off. He hardly ever speaks to girls, but that’s because we’re always drooling over him.” She said, and her blonde locks swung as she spoke.

“He’s nice, I guess.” I said, albeit uncertainly, and the rest of the Hufflepuff’s giggled.

“We can’t wait for you to date!” Ella chattered, and Caroline shook her head.

“You’re scaring her, the poor thing. We’ll let you get changed and meet you down at the common room, you must be starving!” The four girls were off in a whirl as Caroline herded them out, and I shot her a grateful smile.

As the room stilled, I took a deep breath. I was really here, at Hogwarts, in the badger’s sett, the place I finally belonged.

I took my time putting on my Hufflepuff robes, the cheery yellow making me smile. With that smile came the thought of Bill Weasley’s blue eyes, and the odd feeling I had had around him.

“Y/n!” A voice that sounded like Ella called from the common room, and I did a final stroke of the hairbrush through my hair.

“Coming!” I called, and I set the hairbrush down as I looked in the mirror.

I was ready.

The group of girls led me down the hallway, occasionally pausing their giggling and teasing of each other to point out important land marks:

“And that’s where Ella snogged Simon Brown!” Teresa grinned as she pointed towards a particularly large statue of a goblin. Ella slugged Teresa's arm in a friendly manner, and Teresa stuck her tongue out before we continued to move on.

“Oh my! That’s where those third years got in a fight about quidditch last week,” Caroline nudged me, although I doubted whether or not this information would come in useful later.

Finally we reached the great hall, and made our ways to the hufflepuff table. I eagerly searched for some vegimite on toast, or a Ned Kelly pie. But I was sadly disappointed as my friends explained neither of those things exist in England. Instead, Ella plonked a bowl of oatmeal onto my plate.

“Dig in,” she winked. I sighed, resigning myself to the warm slop on my plate. It could be worse I reckon: she could have given me scrambled eggs.

I’m shaken from my silent contemplation of the evils of scrambled eggs by none other than Bill Weasley himself.

“Top of the mornin’” Bill greets in an exaggerated English accent this time.

“Merlin, am I ever going to here your real accent?” I try to look annoyed before slipping into a smile.

“Ay. That depends,” he attempts a Scottish accent this time. I suppose it’s a running joke at this point.

“On what?” I raise an eyebrow, while reaching for my juice. Upon doing so, I realise all five of my new friends are eagerly drinking up this juicy interaction.

“I was hoping to show you around,” he begins looking slightly nervous. I notice he has begun to twist his wand between his strong fingers. I nod reassuringly and he continues.

“But I’m busy with head boy duties and all, so we might have to break curfew...” I nearly leap at the adventure, but pause contemplating. Would it really be a good idea to risk being caught breaking rules already?

“It would be an adventure,” he suggests, smiling while his eyes toil with excitement.

“Well, you’ll have to make it worth my time...” I smirk slightly. He grabs my hand and shakes it eagerly.

“Just you wait y/n!”

•••

I go through the rest of the day eagerly curious for what Bill has in store for my grand tour of Hogwarts.

Although, I can’t tell who is more excited for it: me or the five girls who have discussed the breakfast occurrence at least seven times by now.

“Come on, Y/n! At least promise us you’ll snog his tonsils out!” Ella begged, and I whipped my head round to stare at her. We were currently lounging in the common room, with Amelia checking the time every five minutes.

“He’s showing me around the castle, not planning to pull me into an abandoned classroom!” I squealed, and the girls squealed alongside me, eager at the thought.

"Well he'll have to pull you into an abandoned classroom if he's going to give you a full tour!" Teresa laughed, teasing me.

Luckily, we were finally in our last class of the day. Which we happened to have with the Gryffindors.

“Please partner up!” Professor Mcgonagal announces. “We shall be practically applying our skills at transfiguring human features.” She pauses to allow the buzzing students to partner up. I turn around to see Teresa and Caroline looking apologetically towards me. I face the other way and find Ella and Anya in the same situation.

“Maybe we could have a group of three?” Caroline offers, sounding thoroughly unconvinced of Mcgonagal’s enthusiasm for the idea.

“No need!” Bill grins as he swaggers our way, and leans against my desk. “Partners?” I grin as a slight blush creeps up my neck. Biting my lip I nod and let him brush my hand to guide me across the room.

“Please only transfigure your partner with human features!” Mcgonagal reminds us, and I shiver slightly as I remember the time my brother was transfigured into a part-human part- platypus form last year.

“So, are you much good at transfiguration?” Bill asks conversationally. I take a moment to answer, concentrating on the transfiguration I’ll be attempting.

I decide to give him a beard, perhaps slightly inspired by Dumbledore’s. I flicked my wand in a short line, and smirked as a fiery red beard grew. Unfortunately, I made it slightly shorter than anticipated and...

Fuck. He looked hot with a beard. He raised an eyebrow. “So I’ll take that as a yes?” I giggled.

“Sure,” I admitted. We spent the rest of class firing spells back and forth until I had abnormally long pink hair, with large sapphire eyes. Bill was sporting equally vivid green locks with some slightly scary purple eyes. And a beard of the previously desired length.

Our laughter echoed through the hallway on our way to the great hall. Just before walking into the hall, Bill threw his arm around me as he laughed particularly hard.

The moment was broken as he glanced at his watch, and frowned.

“I’ll pick you up tonight. Some time close to midnight,” he shouted as he walked away. I watched as he walked in a relaxed manner down the halls. Although, I raised my eyebrow as I watched him take a small sip of a strangely sparkling substance.

We were still sat in the common room at 12 o’clock, and there had been no sign of Bill Weasley.

“Maybe he forgot?” Caroline murmured, and Teresa bit her lip as she shook her head slightly.

“We ought to be off to bed, I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation. Filch might have caught him!” She said, and everyone nodded.

“Come on, bed time!” Ella began herding everyone off to bed, and I numbly followed.  I wasn’t quite sure what to think after Bill’s no-show, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it now.

Tap, tap

I woke up out of my light sleep with a start. My owl, Goldie, usually only delivered in the mornings. I took a moment to rub my eyes and nearly tumbled out of bed as I saw that it wasn't in fact my owl, but rather a certain Bill Weasley. Throwing open the window, I tried to keep my voice down so I wouldn't wake anyone else.

"Bill? Why and how are you hovering outside my dorm window?" I asked, sleep thick in my voice.

"I'm here for your tour, pretty girl.” I blushed as he called me pretty, knowing I was anything but with my messy hair and bright pink pajamas. "You might want a jacket though," he frowned, gesturing to the frigid, snowy air.

I quickly pulled on my favorite denim jacket, and some leggings. Then, I went back to the window.

"A broom?" I took in the sight of his fairly muscular form on the broom, and noticed a golden, knowing sparkle in his eyes. As if whatever happened, he was one step ahead of me.

"You seem like the type to play quidditch," he shrugged. I grinned, rejoicing at the chance to get back on a broom after all this time.

"You were right," I slid out of the window into the slightly snow covered roof. Wrapping my arms around Bill's waist I let his warmth bleed into my freezing skin. Somehow this felt so right.

"You're warm," I mumbled. I only realised after I spoke how awkward this sounded, but Bill simply smiled and cast a warming charm over me.

"Bet you didn't have much use for those in Australia?" If only he knew how windy my city had been. Although he was right, I never learned a proper warming charm at school.

“Not so much. We spent hours on cooling charms though.” Just like that, I replaced Bill’s warming charm with a cooling one, and he yelped in surprise.

“Y/n!” He shouted into the night’s air, and I laughed as I clutched his waist tighter. It was gone as soon as I cast it, and Bill’s warming charm once again encased us.

“So I’ve been thinking, Y/n. Why’d you come to Hogwarts at the end of January? School term starts in September, you know?” He asked, and I peered down to see that we were circling the quidditch pitch.

“Well my old school, Koolangka, has school from the end of January to mid-December, and every ten weeks we got to go home for two. Every Australian school’s like that, probably because we’re superior.” I said, and Bill turned his head over his shoulder to grin before facing the front of the broom again.

“Say, did you have the sorting hat in Australia?” He asked, and I shook my head before realising he couldn’t quite see me.

“Not exactly. Australia still has the four houses, but instead they’re focussed on air, fire, water and earth. Caeli is Latin for air, ignis for fire, aqua for water, and terra for earth. We have a boomerang that assists in sorting us, and we just have to throw it as fair as we can. Whatever colour it returns covered in is our house.” I explained, and it wasn’t until I finished that I realised how boring it sounded.

“That sounds awesome! I’ve always wanted to go to Australia, but my mum is obsessed with Egypt, so I doubt I’ll get to go.” Bill sounded a bit sad, so I took a leap of faith.

“It’s awesome, Bill! I can show you all the secret spots, and we can visit Numisma, the Australian wizard school.” I said nervously, but I shouldn’t have worried.

“I’d really like that. I might land here on the pitch.” Bill soared down, and I laughed excitedly as we reached the grass.

My feet crunched into the frosty ground, and I spread my arms out as I breathed in the chilly air.

"Imagine playing here," I closed my eyes and pictured the stadium seats full of young witches and wizards, and the sky filled with brooms. Bill saw me and added in background  cheering. I laughed and turned towards him. He grinned, seeing my smile.

"Is this used for anything other than quidditch?" I asked, thinking that this huge space couldn't possibly be used only for quidditch.

"The only other thing held here is the 7th year ball," Bill explained. Instantly my vision of the stadium filled with quidditch fans shifted to a beautifully lit dance floor, filled with laughter and lovely dress robes.

"A ball!" I exclaimed enthusiastically. "Is it very formal?" I felt concerned, realizing I had no idea how to waltz, or swing, or foxtrot or anything...

"No, no. It's not really anything to worry about." He saw my distress, but then his face lit up. "Although I could teach you a few moves," He offered as he extended his hand. I placed my hand gently in his, and let him pull me towards him.

Lumos Maxima Bill whispered, and then whispered another soft spell to play a quiet waltz throughout the stadium.

Slowly and gracefully I let Bill lead me through the steps. Gradually we sped up, and I stopped stepping on his feet so much. His light charm faded, and soon our faces were only illuminated by the stars as we spun and stepped across the cool grass.

Eventually the music came to an end, but I stayed in my dancing position still.

"You're very beautiful," He blushed, glancing away and sticking his hands into his jean pockets. I smiled, although I'm sure I blushed slightly as well. "I er- I just mean..." he stammered a bit.

"The Bill Weasley? Nervous about talking to me?" I teased, and he blushed even redder.

"Well, you see it is Valentine's day," he smiled slightly, and I blushed a little. "And I just thought you might, maybe-" He took a deep breath and collected himself. "Perhaps you would want to go to Hogsmeade with me?" I beamed at him. Despite only knowing Bill for a day or two, I could tell that he was the kind of guy I wanted to know better.

"Of course!" I smiled, and hugged him. His arms wrapped around me, and I breathed in the slightly salty sea air smell about him. "Just one question," I looked up, and he gazed with concern towards me.

"Where's Hogsmeade?" We laughed, and he closed the slight gap to kiss me lightly.

He tasted like the dancing love of liquid luck.