#plz let them cuddle. cuddle pile

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

(Not) an approved use of the Power Of Friendship

[deesseshesca]

PAC : Moving in with them (18+)

(SINGLE SINCE BIRTH - ERA ~6)

Hiatus FUCKING OVER !

PILE 1

5 wands, Page wands

How will it be ? 

Hey babes … How are u ? Another night spent in insomnia… one would think that with all that overthinking you would live an amazing life yet you only look drained. Almost as if that is the point … xoxo. Now let’s dive into your reading, living with them is going to be very passionate. 

A lot of displays of affection, a lot of touching and a lot of teasing. Morning cuddles, bad breath kisses, back hugging while cooking breakfast, teasing them with your booty short when they comeback from work or them running a bath for you so they can dive in it (iykyk) and constant fucking hugging. Don't get me wrong since I am diving into a relationship, I know it is going to be cheesy but y’all are pussing it in my visions. ALWAYS HUGGING, KISSING OR TOUCHING IN ALL THE WAY POSSIBLE. Had to turn around and look for the camera crew because it looks like y’all are filming some kind of romcom. Lets not forget the eye contact, all I could think was : ‘’Just fuck already…’’ before I realize I am the one out of place. Don't yell at me, I am getting out of your way babe. Not to mention the beautiful friendship y’all have. You be roasting each other on the low for the fuck of it. You have a TV show you watch everyday together and no cheating or that is going to be a  problem … lol. You guys may be both obsessed with legos, you with the flowers one and them with the Star Wars one. You guys get really excited to spend y’all grown money on childish things together. Get even eager about basic shit like walking together or even grocery shopping because as long as y’all are together everything is worth it. 

How will it feel ? 

Y’all are going to keep the spark alive. Y’all are never settling the relationship or even taking the other for granted. Is not because you pay bills, you have to deal with changing lights or even putting furniture together that you are not lustfully in love. You would go on dates often. Is not because y’all are home together everyday that you dont deserve to go on dates. You will still put effort in your looks. Doing your hair, nails and keeping up with the shaving and lingerie to please your men. That does not mean you can not rock a bush and an amazing Adam Sandler outfit at home without him being turned on. You genuinely put in the work to make each other happy. They will help with house chores even tho you actually enjoy doing them because they want to show you  that they care and see the work that you are doing around the house. You cook and they do the dishes. Even the simple act of you taking a bath, they would probably be sitting beside you,  laptop on their lap answering some emails. At the end of the day both of you understood that it takes effort to show love  the proper way to your partner. 

PS: They love when you are busy doing your own thing around the house it turns them on. You are cooking while they are  probably just yapping beside you, having a hard on or getting wet. You are moping around the house while they are playing video games, they are having a hard on. You do your hair and makeup in the morning and they just start hoping they dont get hard. Is almost like  seeing you acting in a domestic setting with them is making them more horny. 

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2. PAC (FREE ) : PAC : Why are they grateful for your existence ? (I know I said no more free but I love y'all 2 much)

3. COLLECTIVE READING (FREE) : BLOSSOM.

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PILE  2

4 pentacles, 9 pentacles (reverse) 

How is it going to be ? 

Hey Chérie d’Amour ! How has life been lately ? Good … You sure. If life has been that good why are you spending it daydreaming. Is ok, maybe everything is too overlearning right now but it is not by hiding behind your maladaptive fantasy that your reality will get any better. Don't rush, take a deep breath, I am sure you have all the power in you to find your way out of that situation.

For now, let's dive into what's good awaiting you when you are brave enough to deal with reality. When you eventually move in with the love of your life, nothing will really change. Before you move out, they may be very protective and possessive over you. They don't like it when other eyes wander over you. They will never ask you to change because they enjoy your creativity and love seeing you feeling comfortable enough with your body to wear your risky outfit. Knowing how really insure you feel sometimes in your skin. Yet it does not stop them to death stare every fucking persorn laying yes upon you. They need you location on all the time. Every time they dont get to drive you around they must know who is with you and if you are safe. Honestly you love it , because often you grew up and nobody would pay attention to you. Often people would joke and say their only friend is their parents but for you it has been like this since elementary school. It's like you don't exist. People at work can go months without knowing your name and in some fuck up way  some people dont even know your existence while literary sitting right beside you. You never thought you really matter, you were sure that if you die it would not change a fucking thing. Until him, all the way he deals with you makes you feel very seen. Living together they may even throw baby tantrums because all they want to do is spend time with you. They may have a 20 minute alarm before they real alarm so they remember to cuddle you before starting to get ready for work. They may even try to invite you to boy night just to be with you. They will often want to cuddle you while he plays video games. Dont worry I dont see you giving up on yourself to please their little bratty needs. Them pouring into you is actually going to make you go after what you want in life. I see you are going to meet your soul tribe after them, your grades will improve or you will find a better job after him because you are not going to be scared to ask for more from life anymore. 

How is it going to feel ?

A bad bitch is born. I know I am supposed to focus on your couple but all I see is you. You are going to be so much more independent when you are going to be living with them. You may actually get your driver license which is weird because rn you may have driving anxiety. You may enroll in a hobby like pilates, yoga or even pole dancing. Your calendar is so much more busy. You pour so much more into you. You eat with no shame, you dress how the fuck you want, you create and enforce bounderies regarding the respect people should give you. Damm I am not a fan of the rhetoric that love heals because I believe that you should be your own healer. I don't think they healed you because to meet them you need to get out of your own way but them pouring into you  gives you enough strength to finally look at the glass with no shame and see all your potential. 

PS : I don't know if y’all care but the message came through. They have a circumsized dick. No extra skin with that one…lol. 

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2. PAC (FREE ) : PAC : Why are they grateful for your existence ? (I know I said no more free but I love y'all 2 much)

3. COLLECTIVE READING (FREE) : BLOSSOM.

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PILE 3 

 Knight pentacles, 10 cups

How will it be like ? 

How are y’all doing babies? Don't worry … no need to grab your pearls. I come here in peace and with good news. Whatever manifestion you did recently weather you did a whole spell work or just wish upon the star that shit is coming in fucking quickly ! Congrats babes ! Now let's dive into more good stuff. 

To begin with I think you are going to move in together with bigger commitment than the other piles. There's a high chance that y’all are going to be engaged. Also I think whoever you are moving in next … you are going to marry them. You may also get pregnant in that apartment. To add, after marriage, y’all are going to build your dream house not actually buy it . Going back to baby… you know what is the best part of it … MAKING IT ! A shit y’all going to have a whole lot of sex. Damm when you are ovalating the house is transforming into a sex dangeon, like you can even fuck 2 to 3 time a fucking day. I mean you fucking everywhere. On the sofa, the bed, in the hallway, in the closet, on the kitchen counter … does not matter. Like is not fucking enough, it take nothing to set the fire between y’all. Just one intense eye contact or your hands barely caressing each other and  you are on it. Fucking like animals going as far as pushing anything on your way. That being said stability is going to be a key element in y’all relationship. You guys are serious about making it in this fuck up economy. You want the house and the kids. You will invest together, save  and meet with a specific financial advisor so they can help you sort out the best assurance. You will have cars and save every year for a couple trips. You will have meetings in the dining room or living room discussing your fiance and doing weekly check ups to make sure to keep y’all motivated and to keep y’all in  line. If you have a couple goals surring eating better and moving more the whole house is going to reflect it. With vegetables and everything free ingredients filling up the fridge and pantry. 

How will it feel ? 

You are going to feel seen. You are going to feel like you matter. Is the way they can spend hours staring at you. Is the way they go to the store and buy products made for you curls because one day while you were pillow talking you complained about your curls being dry and not juicy. Took upon their own hand to actually research about good products. Is the way you have fresh flowers every 2 weeks without asking. Is the way they do you cup of coffee every morning or bring you a snack when you stay up late on an assignment. I can go on and on but to sum it up, you are fulfilled by the effort they put out to make sure you FEEL love. 

PS : They may be quite submissive in the bedroom. They whimper more than grunts or groan (or whatever noise men are making). They love being your good boy and also enjoy obeying your orders in the bedroom. Not in a BDSM way, more in a natural sexual power play in the bedroom. Also love to please you and worship you. 

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2. PAC (FREE ) : PAC : Why are they grateful for your existence ? (I know I said no more free but I love y'all 2 much)

3. COLLECTIVE READING (FREE) : BLOSSOM.

PLZ, if you have any ideas of topic regarding this playlist share it with me (comments, dm or inbox ... thx babe)

[harrywavycurly]

Soft fluffy husband Harry plz

Hiii lovey!! I hope you enjoy this and I’m sorry it’s so short but it’s very fluffy and very husband Harry!💖

CW: Minor language

Harry slips his shoes off by the front door and quietly makes his way into the kitchen, flowers in hand and a small sleepy smile on his face. His eyes glance at the clock on the stove that reads it’s just a little after six in the morning so he has roughly almost half an hour before he’s worried you’ll notice his side of the bed is empty because for some reason every morning around six forty five you roll over and reach for him, he’s not sure why but you’ve been doing it for the last five years he’s been lucky enough to share a bed with you. And he knows if he’s not there like he’s meant to be you’ll begin to stir and eventually wake up earlier than you’re supposed to resulting in a bit of a crankier mood and he wants to avoid that at all costs.

So Harry sets the flowers down on the counter and walks to the other end of the island where you have last weeks bouquet sitting in a lovely crystal vase his mother bought the two of you as a wedding gift three years ago. He grabs the now a little sad and wilted flowers and tosses them into the trash, dumping the excess water from the vase before setting it down in front of his new bouquet. By now Harry has a system for how he likes to arrange the weekly bouquet he’s been getting you since your first date all those years ago, it started off by being flowers he’d pick from people’s bushes on his walk over to your apartment but as he got older and his job started paying better his bouquets have also gotten an upgrade. The flowers ranging from stupidly expensive on weeks he knows you need a little extra all the way to a batch of supermarket roses he saw and knew you’d just enjoy the simple beauty of. But on special occasions like this week being the week of your anniversary they are ones he picks from random bushes in the neighborhood that you’ve commented on during an evening or morning stroll, much like the very first flowers he ever brought you that started the tradition.

As his hands move to start cutting some stems and placing them in the vase he can’t help but smile because even though you’ve been coming into the kitchen of whatever house the two of you have lived in every Monday to a new vase of flowers for years, your face is always shocked and your eyes always get the teensiest bit glassy. It’s as if you’re not expecting it and maybe you’re not, maybe you don’t realize that Harry has been going out of his way to make sure you have fresh flowers to start your week with even if it means going out in the snow or the rain at crazy hours of the day because he loves you. He loves you so much that he would rather sacrifice a few hours of sleep just to see that shocked look on your face every Monday for the rest of his life.

“Harry?” Your low sleepy voice makes him look up from the pile of flowers he’s in the middle of arranging as you walk into the kitchen. “What are-” He watches your eyes take in the scene in front of you and he feels his heart swell as you let out a tiny little gasp and bring a hand up to cover your mouth.

“Baby you’re not supposed to be up for another-” he looks over his shoulder at the clock. “Ten minutes.” He informs you as he moves around the island and walks over so he’s standing in front of you.

“I got cold and went to cuddle you but you weren’t there.” You explain making him let out a soft chuckle as he wraps his arms around your shoulders bringing you into his warm embrace. “You got me flowers.” You say softly into his chest, he just gives you a squeeze as his lips press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I did.” He whispers as you snake your arms around his middle. “It’s Monday.”

[wxnheart]

What is cuddling with the primarchs like. (And no just writing morty off with a stank joke plz)

Horus - Very affectionate, complete with quips and kisses. Loves to hold you in the crook of his arm. His tits are wonderful pillows.

Leman Russ - Leman is quite the cuddler, especially because he really likes skin-to-skin contact when you two cuddle. More than likely, you'll both be naked. To your surprise, horizontal loving doesn't happen as often as you thought it would.

Ferrus Manus - A bit stilted but he's got the spirit. His arms are of great interest to you so it's not out of the ordinary to marvel at them.

Fulgrim - Cuddling with Fulgrim has an 85% chance of leading to... other things so yeah. Cuddling also includes a very elaborate primping session.

Vulkan - About as vanilla and saccharine as it gets. Doesn't usually last long because the giant teddy bear is a walking furnace.

Rogal Dorn - Also a bit stilted with him, too. If anything, you'll be tucked under him and engaging in conversation over his latest project. His voice, though he doesn't believe it, is quite sonorous and lulls you into a peaceful doze.

Roboute Guilliman - You're the one sitting in his lap while he's busy doing paperwork or the like. You like to tease him and he'll chuckle and tell you to behave; this is said rather suggestively, too. 👀

Magnus - Funnily enough, you're cuddling and playing with his hair while nestled comfortably in one arm while he's busy reading a book or perhaps the latest treatise his brother Lorgar wrote.

Sanguinius - Just as saccharine as Vulkan's, complete with you being enveloped in his wings just as much are you are in his arms. Touching his feathers will make him rouse his wings, though.

Lion El'Jonson - LMAO.

Perturabo - You're begrudgingly (read: happily) nestled against him and he begrudgingly (read: ABSOLUTELY) accepts it.

Mortarion - The clingy koala of the group, even with the scowl on his face. If he had his way, he'd never let go. Don't you dare tell his brothers or sons, though.

Lorgar - The one who cocoons himself around you. He absolutely, positively adores your cuddle sessions. It's a wonderful retreat away from his obligations and foster father.

Jaghatai Khan - You're holding on to him for dear life while he goes fast so there goes your cuddle session. He's really the one who has no objections to cuddling but he doesn't actively seek them out, either.

Konrad Curze - Does looming over you smirking like a deranged gremlin count as cuddling? If so, then... nice!

Angron - One of the many reasons he has to hate the Nails. Wants your touch. Yearns for it, actually, and if he didn't have them, he'd have Mortarion beat as the clingiest koala to ever cling. Instead, he has to contend with thought and you have to contend with the crazed way he looks at you. Cheers, darling.

Corvus Corax - Cuddling him is like being enveloped by the comfortable darkness. Whenever you're surrounded by it, you're secure in his arms.

Alpharius - You cuddle one, you cuddle them all. Cuddle pile!

[quinnysnursery]

How would the littles act if they weren't feeling well? Maybe a cold or a tummy bug, what do you think would help them?

-🎀

[🪄] how the littles would act when sick | preferences

people included : chris, matt, nick, nate, tara, jake & johnnie

divider credit : @yeribbon

a/n : DARLINGGG GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAIL (how i feel bc my laptop is repaired again) (lower case intended !)

chris

🥤cuddle puddle

💫 usually a very hyper little but when he’s sick?

🤍 TRUST this man is attached to your hip

🥤 constantly whining about his "tummy 'urtin'"

💫 i feel like little!chris doesn't typically use a pacifier during regression but...

🤍 while sick? TRUST he's curling up on the couch with a paci

🥤 expect to watch a TON of movies on the couch

💫 "sweetheart, you need to take your medicine." "but maaa/daaa/baaa..."

🤍 ipad kid cough tbh 😞

matt

🩹 you think un-sick matt is sensitive? you got a STORM coming when little!matt catches a cold

🦈 plushie falls off bed? tears. his nose is stuffy? tears. his favorite bottle is in the dishwasher? tears.

🫧 poor thing is just so overstimulated from his stuffed-up nose and scratchy throat that everything feels 10x bigger than usual

🩹 "m-mama/d-dada/b-baba...." "i know angel, do you need a hug?" "mhm :("

🦈 TRUST he has a plushie tucked under his arm every moment

🫧 comfort foods on must be on DECK

🩹 lots of whining/pouting

🦈 "m' don't wanna be sick anymore!" (it's been less than a day)

🫧 lots of tears met with lots of gentle words and hugs 🫶

nick

🌟 definitely stays on the younger end of his range when sick

🗞️ absolutely GUTTED to find out he can't go to the playground for awhile

🎥 "we wouldn't wanna get other people sick, right?" "...but I wanna go :("

🌟 honestly just lots of soup and movies

🗞️ i imagine it would be really difficult for him to comfortably sleep

🎥 so....

🌟 FORTS !! with the star projector going around the ceiling !

🗞️ playing with his hair to help him settle down :(( /pos

🎥 plz send little!nick blurbs in my requests i love little!nick

nate

🏒 grabby. hands.

🌨 lots of nonverbal communication due to his scratchy throat

⛸ this marks the beginning of little!nates babbling era™️

🏒 "mmm.... >:(" "what is it baby? how can mama/dada/baba help?"

🌨 little!nate against icky medicine

⛸ "pretty please angel?" "nuh uh!"

🏒 absolute BABY™️

🌨 sippy cups of warm tea with honey !!

⛸ live laugh love little nate

tara

❤️ since tara is immunocompromised,

🎞️ i definitely think that she's kinda use to being sick for longer periods of time

🎵 but that does NOT mean she doesn't hate it

❤️ kinda similar to matt in the since that i feel like theres a ton of mini-tantrums due to overstimulation

🎞️ all the elevated symptoms just piling up on her? yeah she's entitled to a mini-tantrum

🎵 holding her face in your hands as she calms down :((

❤️ "i'm here sweet girl, just take a deep breath." ":("

🎞️ cuddling sugar on the couch to a disney princess movie <3

🎵 extra hugs 🫶

jake

♣️ similar to chris, jake is a VERY hyper little

🍒 opposite to chris though, instead of the sickness being what calms him down...

♠️ it's his caregiver.

♣️ "munchkin, you need to let your body relax. it won't do you any good too be bouncing off the walls." "but mama/dada/baba....i wanna plaaay..."

🍒 very pouty to be contained to a couch

♠️ "do you wanna color a picture while mama/dada/baba cooks?" ">:c...yes...>:c"

♣️ lots of mac 'n cheese AND ipad games

🍒 "i'm not *sneeze* sick!"

♠️ first time writing little!jake so be nice 😭

johnnie

🦇 similar too jake with, "i'm not *sneeze* sick!"

🌒 unlike jake though, johnnie has no problem curling up with his caregiver and having a movie marathon

🐈‍⬛ how many scooby doo movies can a little and their cg get through in a day? you'll find out soon enough!

🦇 somehow becomes even MORE of a picky eater

🌒 "johns, you love chicken nuggets." "i wanted dino nuggets...."

🐈‍⬛ LONG naps

🦇 wearing his CG's sweater when they can't cuddle

🌒 you guys remember that oogie boogie plush he liked in the spirit halloween video? TRUST that's his favorite plushie in littlespace

🐈‍⬛ save me little!johnnie save me

[winterweary]

BUSTS DOWN DOOR

cozy asks 6 and 13 plz (for any of yours)

Thankies uwu

THANK YOU

Also accidentally reblogged this to my main soooo sorry not sorry everyone

6. What's your OC's idea of a cozy night in?

Ara (and Rat) both got really turned on to movie nights when staying at Ramshackle with Yuuri. It was a key part in sort of introducing them to culture outside of their lives as Hivechildren. So even now Ara is partial to a big cuddle pile, some snacks, and an interesting movie.

Falla and Asmina are both bookworms. They’re partial to curling up by a fire with some tea and a few volumes. Or Falla might listen to a podcast about botany while she does needlepoint. Company welcome but not required.

Olive is very into video games, so some sort of big mission or campaign that he’s been waiting to tackle maybe. Though tbh that’s just his normal night in…for cozy maybe curling up and watching streams or lets plays from something soothing.

13. What makes your OC feel safe and secure?

This is such a good question. For Ara it’s having someone at her back. Literally feeling the warmth of someone she trusts against her, knowing that nothing is going to catch her from behind that way. She also prefers smaller rooms with clear exits. It’s settles her. Later on her safest place is between Leona and Ruggie in bed.

Rat is the opposite he prefers wide open spaces. He wants to be able to see the threat coming and be able to eye out the best escape rout in a glance. When it comes to relationships I don’t know that Rat has ever felt fully secure. The honest answer is that he feels safest when he knows he’s serving some purpose for someone. He feels safe in the knowledge that as long as they need him he can stay. Not the healthiest approach but…

[railroad-migraine]

Nicknames for You

-> Bell's Hells x GN!Reader

Notes: This wasn't requested. I'm between assignments and requested stuff. I was sad and had the sudden motivation to write ✨ something✨

I loved writing this. I'll be referring to it and other pieces related to it in the future. Enjoy x

Crown Keepers version 💚 Mighty Nein version 💜

My faves marry me challenge 💍

~ Poet

Ashton 💙

"Babe"

I've said this before and I'll say it again: Short. Sweet. To the point. Casual. Gender neutral. Yes plz. (x)

Calls you this more than your actual name, and they are more than happy to have you call them it too. Ashton literally has to bite back a huge grin when you refer to him as it before he practically crashes into skids over to you.

Slings a strong arm over your shoulders and tugs you into their side, playfully headbutting your temple, and you just know he's smiling next to you. Coos the nickname, whines it, says it when he's mad and when he laughs. No thoughts, head empty, only babe.

"Angel"

It's sappy, true, but sometimes they wonder if you were made special for him by some sort of patron god looking out for him. You came into their life when they needed someone like you most.

"Good looking"

It sounds ever so slightly classier than calling you "sexy" or "hot" on a daily basis in public.

Regularly calls you this in the morning, waking up next to you, followed by a lazy smooch to your cheek. Their voice is gravelly and full of sleep, eyes half lidded and vision bleary - but he still knows you're a sight to behold.

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Chetney 💙

"Pumpkin"

Heard a couple call each other this before he even met you, and he kept it stashed away in his noggin for ages until he accidentally blurted it out when referring to you. Wouldn't mind the nickname being reciprocated.

"Buttercup"

Early on in your relationship, he snatched acquired a small bunch of the yellow flowers from someone's garden and gave them to you with a shyness you wouldn't normally associate with Chetney.

And their golden colour reflected on your chin in the late afternoon light as you lifted them to your face and everything just slotted so naturally into place from there.

It's soft, it's delicate, it's something that reminds him of the memory when he realised how whipped for you he actually was.

"Hot stuff"

C'mon. I mean, c'mon. This screams old man Chetney wrapping an arm around your leg or holding your hand, showing you off at a fancy event you guys are infiltrating and chatting with some snooty nobles.

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Dorian 💙

"Dearest"

Kisses your knuckles like the gent he is, but the knowing wink he gives you and cheeky smirk you feel against your skin lets you know how much fun life his been since you entered his world.

"Love"

This is where Brontë and Dorian overlap and merge together. He fondly remembers his parents calling each other, his brother, and himself this when he was younger, and it's just so... Sweet.

Like he is literally calling you his love. The literal embodiment of his affections. The noun itself. The idea. Never had he felt such a feeling before he fell for you, only ever in music. Now he has two muses. How lucky is he?

He didn't plan to find love during his travels, let alone the found family he has in Fearne, Orym, and the others. When you and him decide to part from the cuddle pile and settle into a separate nightime routine in a separate room, he realises he could get used to having more space in bed if you still slept by his side.

"Sunshine"

You make his face hurt from how much he smiles when you're around. His shoulders relax and words come easier to him. You feel his thumb sweep leisurely across the back of your hand.

He is the moon, and you are the sun. He shines only with the light you give him (x)

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Fearne 💙

"Baby"

She just wants to spoil and look after you omg. She's so tall and full of feelings and she holds your face in her hands and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. Scrunch it up, and she'll press one between your brows to smooth out the lines.

"Snookums"

Fearne uses it when she's feeling particularly playful or in a good mood.

It gets a bit confusing cuz she calls Little Mister this sometimes.

And there's always a 50/50 chance that she is referring to either of you, but when she does call you it she says it with a giggle that makes your heart soar.

"Lover"

It's far more intimate sounding than simply calling you her partner/boyfriend/girlfriend.

She grasps your hands in her own, her gown's sleeve slipping ever so slightly from one shoulder. She laughs, warmth flooding her cheeks as you kiss the corner of her mouth.

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Imogen 💙

"Darlin'"

It's the twang of her voice in your head that interrupts your studies, and you lift your head from the desk to see her stand in the doorway, saying it's too late to stay hunched your books. Time to rest.

If you dare mimic her accent you're getting a playful swat on your arm. Do it again, I dare you.

"Hon"

You're naturally sweet as honey. She leans against you, arm linking with yours as she hides her face in your neck, your presence keeping the swarms of voices invading her thoughts at bay.

"Cutie"

It's said teasingly, while she twists a lock of hair around her finger. She hears the flustered thoughts in your mind, the embarrassment and swell of emotion as you realise she knows.

You wave her away, telling her it's not funny to joke about stuff like that. You know by her smile she's not.

She blushes when you call her cute back, sucking in a breath as she avoids eye contact before you lift her chin with a finger and instead tell her she's beautiful. Imogen melts at your touch.

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Laudna 💙

"Lovely"

You simply are. Laudna praises your skill and personality on a regular basis, and you rarely doubt your capabilities because you know she would persuade you otherwise.

"Precious"

You are one of the best things to happen to her since her 'unlife' began. Something to be cherished and looked after, and she can't bear the thought of losing you. She won't.

She holds your hand, and hers is cold in yours but you don't mind because she looks at you with so much hope and fondness, and you swear you can feel her distant heartbeat a little more frequently with your touch.

"Boo"

It's so cute. Like. Tooth rotting cute.

But it's also associated with ghosts and scaring people.

It's the most perfect name for a fun scary couple in love. She will poke your nose and scuttle away before you can return the favour.

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Orym 💙

"Gorgeous"

It has been noted in Exandria Unlimited and in Campaign 3 that it's common knowledge Orym travels in very attractive company. You are no exception.

You are beautiful, inside and out, and if he manages to conjure up a bashful smile on your face by simply telling you so, he gets so much pleasure from that.

"Sweetheart"

Whispered into the dark as you hold each other in the scarce room you'd rented for the night, but his heart has never felt so full.

"Honey"

There's something so domestic about this nickname which Orym loves.

Part of his plans for the future include you, him, a beautiful home with an abundance of land surrounding it. He'll be making dinner when you come home from the market, and he'll greet you with "Honey, you're home!" and leaning up to capture your lips.

I don't care if you've lived together for years and this is a regular occurence; he's always gonna be heart eyes for you.

[caecilius-in-horto-ubi-sedebit]

Venti Sprite HCs

Venti goes into sprite form when he feels particularly insecure and lonely. If he starts thinking a bit too hard on the past, he goes sprite real quick.

Very cartoonish in this form. His expressions are almost comical, and he has to communicate in like, chirps, and chimes, and other such noises, it's adorable. He's like Tinker Bell, minus the sexualization.

When he gets yeeted into pixie form, he craves comfort, specifically human comfort. It doesn't help that he's just generally very touch starved. He wants to be held.

The traveler (you choose which twin) somehow knows immediately, and scoops him up in their hands, and bring him to rest where their shoulder meets their neck, and he just melts. He spends the whole day there, and the traveler avoids any dangerous commissions so as to not dislodge the little sprite resting on them.

If he stays in pixie form longer, you can often find him cuddling up to Diluc. He can't really drink in this form, but he likes Diluc, so he sticks to the redhead, chirping merrily every now and again.

As we all know, Diluc is a softie behind that glare. He just want to halp. He must protecc. So of course he lets little wind sprite Venti stick by him with minimal eye rolls. (When night comes, he lets Venti snuggle up to his collarbone, his tiny little body right against Diluc's heartbeat, so he knows this friend is alive. Diluc makes sure to threaten him to never tell anyone, naturally.)

Even in wind sprite form, he is still violently allergic to cats. But now, when he sneezes in respones to cats existing, he then causes a massive gust of wind, the force sending him spiralling off in the other direction. It is entirely impossible not to laugh at this sight. Even Albedo, Sucrose, and Diluc let out a lil chortle at the panicked chimes of the flying sprite.

He enjoys feeling smaller. Less important, less responsibility, less pressure. Safe. Protected. But he does prefer to be a human. More freedom, more options, more things to do. He tends to only go into sprite form when stressed or lonely or both. Poor boi.

Note: He also goes into sprite form with Zhongli, and Zhongli becomes a big ol' dragon, and curls around Venti, and it's just so warm and comfy, and both of them are purring, and fUck I'm sOFT. Eventually, as their friend group grows, this cuddle pile gets even bigger and warmer and sweeter and thus, better, as more people they love join them.

I just want them all to be happy and somft and comfy. Is that really so mucb to ask, Mihoyo???? Plz, I am a soft little baby, I need the fluff.

[agerestorybits]

Sleepy baby

Virgil tended to be very very sleepy when he was little. Often taking naps in weird places would wordlessly crawl into someone to sleep. Curling up in Logan's lap while he was working. Cuddling up to Janus while he was reading. Laying across Patton’s lap. Hanging onto either of the twin’s backs as they did stuff. Laying close to Emile while he was working, or watching cartoons. His favorite was Remy who would just carry him everywhere. Often just holding him while watching tiktoks.

When he was big on the other hand, he NEVER slept. Often drinking a coffee or energy drink to keep him up. The problem was that he was caffeinated when he dropped into littlespace, so he would be very tired but unable to sleep without someone's help. Something to calm him down so he could stop jittering.

"You should cut back. " Logan said as Virgil opened a second energy drink at eleven in the morning.

"I'm not real. It's fine." He brushed it off. A few hours later he was wiping away angry tears at the fact he couldn't sleep and went to Logan for help. Who just sighed, moved them both to bed and held Virgil while he read him to sleep. Using this as an excuse to get a nap himself.

An hour later Virgil was off wandering for a drink and a different spot to sleep in. He found Roman in the kitchen and asked for some juice. Roman got him a sippy cup and let him lean against him on the couch while an old musical played. Roman putting a blanket over Virgil as his eyes drooped and he fell asleep again.

They woke up for dinner and Virgil poked Patton a few times, "Hey kiddo, still sleepy?" Virgil nodded.

"Mm sleep with you plz?" Virgil asked biting on his thumb.

Patton picked him up and carried him to his room where he got him all snuggled up with a pile of stuffed animals.

---

Virgil woke up from a nightmare and looked around confused that he wasn't in his room. He ran into Remy outside, "Hey, You had a bad dream?" Remy asked.

Virgil let himself be picked up and hid his face in Remy's neck. "Mm don't like sleep."

Remy knew just how true that was. Virgil had more nightmares than anyone else. Remy rocked him a bit, "Well let's see if we could get you some good dreams."

Virgil nodded and closed his eyes. Remy took him to his room and tucked him in bed.

---

Virgil woke up in the morning not having any more nightmares. "Thanks."

Remy ruffled Virgil's hair. "Anytime."

[zevlors-tail]

Can you plz make a one-shot with Midoriya and his crush cuddling him because she is sad and Deku tries to calm her down. She ends up telling her feelings for him and tells him how much she loves him. I thought it would be cute.....

This is super cute! I love it! Thanks for requesting! :) I hope you like it. <3

You sighed as the rain drummed against your dorm window, soft thundering sounds echoing in the distance. School was over for the day, your training was canceled no thanks to the rain (though it more likely had to do with the fact that things were rough lately for everyone including the teachers at UA, so maybe this was their way of giving everyone a small break), and it was a drab Friday night with nothing else to do. Well, that wasn’t necessarily true, seeing as you’d been invited to the impromptu movie/dinner night that your class had thrown together at the last minute. You were sure it would be fun; Mina was probably already setting up her laptop for the movie, you could practically smell the delicious food that Bakugou would be making for dinner, and you imagined your best friends Asui, Iida, Izuku, and Ochaco sharing a huge bowl of popcorn, some drinks, and the large cuddle pile they were probably heaped in already. It wasn’t that you wanted to miss out on all of that...in fact, you wanted so desperately to be down there with everyone else. But...

You couldn’t help yourself as you pulled your knees to your chest, your face pressing into them to hide the hot tears streaming down your face. Sometimes, you just felt sad. You didn’t really have a reason for it- nothing had happened out of the ordinary, had it? You wracked your brain for any and every reason you could find, but honestly...there were none. This happened occasionally. You never told anyone, but sometimes the world just felt like it was caving in, and for no good reason either. You didn’t understand it, but you weren’t particularly concerned about it since it didn’t happen often and it usually didn’t last very long (a day at the most). However, it could get in the way of seeing your friends and family, just as it was now. There was no way you were going to go see them all looking like a complete train wreck with your red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. You’d been crying since the moment you got back to your dorm, and it showed.

Your phone pulled you from your thoughts as it made a dinging noise, the familiar text tone you picked out for your best friend Izuku sounding throughout your room. You ignored it at first, tears starting to come faster as your sobbed harder and took shaky breaths. You missed your friends. As selfish as it was, you wished they were here with you and not watching a movie with the rest of the class in the common area. Your phone dinged again for a second time, and then a third and a fourth, maybe even more. Eventually you silenced it after hearing it so much, then finally wiped at your eyes before letting out a small whine and picking it up in your hands. If Izuku was texting you this much then you should answer him, even if it was about wanting you to come down and watch the movie with them. Otherwise, he would probably come up and get you himself, and then you would have a hell of a time trying to explain what was wrong and why you were crying your tired eyes out. It would be hard to convince him you were okay after that, and you didn’t want to bother him or anyone else for that matter with this.

Izuku Are you coming down to watch the movie? 5:37pm

Izuku Y/N? 5:50pm

Izuku Are you okay? Please text me back so I know you’re alright. Everyone’s worried about you. 5:52pm

Izuku I’m worried about you... 5:52pm

Izuku If you don’t text back in the next 5 minutes I’m coming up to check on you. 5:55pm

You glanced at the clock in the upper lefthand corner of your phone.

5:59pm

Shit!

You typed out a hastily made response, your thumb hovering over the send button for a moment as you debated whether it was even worth it to do so. What was the point? Nothing was going to change how you were feeling, and the text you had come up with sounded nothing like you. In your saddened state you had typed out a mess of jumbled words, misspelled and haphazardly thrown together; he would know something was wrong from the text anyway. You deemed it better to just ignore the whole thing and go back to wallowing in sadness for the night. So, you lay your head down on your pillow, threw the blanket over yourself, and turned towards the window to stare out of it while you cried silently, your gaze focused on nothing in particular.

Not even a minute later you heard a soft knock at your door. It’s probably Midoriya, you thought, ignoring the growing headache the knocking was causing. If he would just leave you alone to suffer in peace, then you would be fine. It would pass, and you would go back to normal the next day, and no one would ever have to know about this. Another knock resounded, this time louder, and you groaned quietly so he wouldn’t hear you on the other side of the door.

“Y/N...? Are you awake? Please, let me in.” His voice carried in from the hallway, and even though it was muffled by the wall, there was evident concern and fret in it.

Despite the boy’s efforts to get you to let him in your room, you ignored him and continued crying to yourself. You willed him to go away and stay at the same time; you wanted to be left alone, but you didn’t. Wanted him to be there for you and talk to you about it, but you wanted him to leave. Wanted to have support, but didn’t want to ask for it yourself. Feelings were a double edged sword. 

Your phone lit up next to you, illuminating the dark room with a brightness that made you screw your eyes shut for a second. It was another message from Izuku.

Izuku I know you’re in there, and I know you’re reading my messages. What’s wrong? 6:01pm

Izuku was no idiot, and he knew you were ignoring him. At this rate he was likely to barge into your room, and you didn’t want that. You just had to convince him to leave, then. But how? Your voice was hoarse from crying all night, and you weren’t sure that you could give a proper “I’m fine” if you tried, anyway. You’d probably end up botching it and crying again halfway through. If you couldn’t verbally tell him you were okay, then what...?

You unlocked your phone with a shaky hand and opened your messages before deleting what you had previously typed, then slowly typed out a short message before finally hitting send.

Y/N Im fine jst tired slepying sorry 6:02pm

Luckily for you, Izuku knew better. You two had been best friends for a long time now, and he knew you like the back of his scarred hands. He knew what could bring a smile to your face, how you liked your tea, what subjects you struggled and excelled in, and which of your friends you were closest to (he especially liked to pride himself in knowing he was number one on that list). Fortunately for you both, the list of things he knew and understood about you included the little mannerisms that you had when something was bothering you. 

So when he finally received a response from you with no punctuation and grammar mistakes, he knew something was wrong. That, coupled with how you had been ignoring his texts earlier and then how you suddenly sent back a response in such little time told him that you weren’t okay. It seemed like such a small thing to pick at...such a small thing to overlook. But Izuku had long since learned that sometimes the little things in life could make a world of difference to someone else. Those little things he learned about you were the most important things he knew, because in times like these, they helped him determine what to do for you. He wasted no time in trying your doorknob, and upon finding it unlocked, he let himself in to your darkened room with the excuse that something just didn’t feel right about your situation.

The door shut behind him as he spoke, “I’m so sorry, I know I shouldn’t just let myself in, but you-”  He stopped mid sentence as he heard a sniffle, and then a muffled sob coming from the misshapen lump under your covers. “Y-Y/N?” It only took him half a second to figure out that the noise he was hearing was you crying, and by then he was already rushing over to see if you were okay. “What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well? Did I do something? I’m sorry I barged in like that! I was just worried-”

“No, no, no,” you shook your head and denied his apology with more tears, your hand coming up to wipe at your face. “You...you didn’t do anything, so- so please don’t apologize-!” you choked out. “I didn’t want you to see me like this...” 

In an effort to hide your ashamed face, you pulled your covers over your chin and buried your face in your pillow so he couldn’t see the damage done by hours worth of crying. The darkness of the room helped a little, shadows dancing on your bed as the stormy weather raged on outside. However, Izuku wordlessly sat next to you on your bed and reached over to your night stand to tug at the cord to your lamp, and suddenly light was illuminating your bed and your figure...including your face. Izuku let out a small gasp at the proper sight of you, concern for you winding his stomach into knots. 

“Y/N...” he sighed softly. “Why didn’t you say anything? Have you been crying this whole time?”

You said nothing, only giving a slight nod of your head at his words with your eyes screwed shut, fresh tears welling up. Izuku held back a sniffle himself (always the sympathetic crier) before unexpectedly pulling back your covers and sliding under them next to you. The next thing you knew, he was spooning you from behind with an arm draped over your side, his thumb rubbing soothingly against you while you cried it all out. Any apologies attempted on your behalf after that were hushed quickly by your best friend, and you found yourself quieting down, albeit slowly. You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed like that, cuddling in your bed for comfort. The movie you were supposed to be watching with everyone else was long since forgotten about, and you were starting to regret not eating dinner- your stomach was protesting in growls and rumbles at the worst times, but you stayed where you were, afraid to disturb your cuddle buddy if you moved at all. And when your cries turned to small sniffles and your breathing evened out a bit, Izuku finally broke the comfortable silence between you both.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You pondered the question for a moment before responding. “What’s there to talk about, really?” It wasn’t like you had a legitimate explanation for him; you were sad without a reason. It happened sometimes. There wasn’t much you could do about it.

But Izuku, interpreting your statement in a different way, immediately pulled you closer and nuzzled his face to the back of your neck in reassurance. “You can’t bottle everything up like that. Something is clearly wrong with my best friend, and I’d like to know what so I can help. Please just let me in.”

“Oh, no, that’s not- I didn’t mean...” You tried to explain the best you could. “I appreciate you trying to help, Izuku. I really do. Sometimes I just...get sad. That’s all there is to it. I know it’s stupid, but there’s just no reason behind it. I just...feel sad. Maybe there’s something wrong with me...”

“It’s not stupid,” he rebuked firmly. “It’s more common than you’d think for people to be sad without a reason. We all have days like that, and that’s okay. It doesn’t mean you’re any less of a human being because of it, or that there’s something wrong with you.” 

“...really?” You rolled over to face him, your eyes meeting his as you looked up at him.

“Of course. But I wish you would have told me sooner so I could have been there to help you through it, Y/N. That’s what I’m here for. You can lean on me for support and ask for help, it’s okay.” He brought a hand to your face and tilted your chin up towards him so he could have all of your focus and attention, and suddenly you were aware of how very close his face was to yours. “I know it might be a lot to ask, but...can you promise me something?”

You stared into his deep emerald eyes, admiring the sincerity and ferocity you saw in them. “Anything,” you murmured. For Izuku, you would give your entire world up and more. Being this close in proximity to him reminded you of your giant crush on the boy; you’d liked him for a long time, ever since you’d met him back in middle school in fact, but you had never mentioned anything to him or asked him out because you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had. There were times where you thought maybe he returned your feelings, but then you would doubt yourself and brush it all off with the excuse that he was like that with everyone; he loved all his friends, was touchy with all of his friends, would go to great lengths to make all of his friends happy. You were nothing special.

“Promise me you’ll tell me when you’re sad next time so I can help you.”

Of course he would ask that of you. And of course you promised you would do so, because this was Izuku- your best friend, current cuddle buddy, and your obvious crush. “I promise.”

“Good.” He patted your cheek playfully and smiled down at you in content. “I heard your stomach grumbling earlier, by the way. You never came down for dinner, did you?”

“No,” you answered simply. You had been too upset to even stop in the common area to greet anyone or say anything before you had headed up to your dorm for the night.

“Then let’s go get you something to eat; I’m pretty sure Kacchan saved you some of what he made for dinner.” 

He moved to get up from your bed. You weren’t sure what compelled you to do so, but you were filled with brazenness all of the sudden, unafraid of the consequences of your actions if even just for a small moment. You grabbed Izuku’s arm before he could leave, pulling him back a bit and earning his undivided attention.

“Actually...there’s something I want to tell you first.”

“What is it?” 

He looked at you curiously as you bit your bottom lip and thought about how you were going to say this. It was usually best to be direct, right? Well, that’s what you were going to go with then. And if things didn’t work out...you didn’t really want to think about getting rejected. There was a lot you were putting on the line by doing this...your friendship included. You were tired of holding yourself back though, tired of keeping your feelings inside for so long. Maybe it was the cuddling, maybe it was how close your faces had been to each other, or maybe it was the soothing sounds of the rain pouring down from the heavens. Whatever it was, something had made you feel closer to him, and you wanted that all the time. You wanted a warm fuzzy relationship with him full of affection and love and care.

“Izuku. I love you.” Awkward silence filled the room, and before you could be rejected, you started to explain yourself, as if that would help your situation. “I’ve always really liked you, and you’ve always been there for me, and you’re so kind and caring and amazing! But I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t think you liked me back, and I was afraid to ruin our friendship. And now I’m afraid I have...agh, what did I do? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything, but I just couldn’t hold it in anymore and-”

You were interrupted with a kiss as Izuku quickly pressed his soft lips to yours, and just like that, he was pulling away as fast as he had swooped in.

“S-Sorry! I should have asked fir- Mmph!”

If he thought he could get away with kissing you and not being kissed in return, then he was sorely mistaken. No way in hell were you letting him go now that you knew he returned your feelings.

“I don’t mind at all.” You smiled at him as you pulled away, and he gave you a lopsided grin in return. 

“You know I love you too, right?”

“I do now.” 

“Don’t you forget it! Now come on,” he said, tugging you up and out of bed gently. “Let’s go fix you some dinner.”

[wh0reyp0tter]

Heyy can l have harry x reader and harry being a clingy bf while reader is trying to study and wants attention and stuff plz l need fluff rn🥺🥺

Distractions H.P

Harry Potter x reader

Includes: Fluff, pet names, cuddles, and clingy!harry

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I look up as I see my boyfriend throw his head back as he sits in the chair beside me. “What’re you doing?” Harry says as he leans forward, putting his elbows on the table before resting his chin in his hands.

“Studying,” I murmur as my eyes skim over the page I’m reading.

“Still?” He whines as he looks at me with a sad pout. 

“Yes, Haz, the exam is tomorrow,” I reply, looking at him for a moment. 

“You’ve been studying all day! You haven’t even hung out with me!” Harry exclaims.

“We’re hanging out now,” I hum as my eyes avert back to the book in front of me. Harry looks at me with an unamused look on his face. 

“This,” he begins, gesturing to me and the pile of books beside me, “is not hanging out.” I look at him for a moment before looking at my book. We sit in silence before a feel a finger poking my arm.

“Harry James,” I say sternly, not looking up.

“C’mon, you can take a break,” Harry whines.

“We can hang out once I’ve finished,” I reply. Harry folds his arms, setting them on the table, before laying his head on them. He lets out an over-dramatic sigh as he stares forward. When he realized I ignored him, he does it again but louder this time. We sit in silence for a moment before he does it again even louder. “Harry!” 

“What? I didn’t do anything!” He argues. I turn the page quietly as I attempt to ignore him. Harry brings his hand up to pinch my cheek lightly. I pull my face away as he puts his hand on the table. I feel him grab my face before pressing kisses to my cheeks and forehead. 

“Harry! I’m trying to study!” I gasp. 

“Just want to kiss you,” he pouts. I roll my eyes as I turn my head to press a quick kiss to his lips. Harry grins as I pull away. “One more.” I give him another kiss before he shakes his head. “Another one.” I give him another kiss as a fond smile pulls on my lips. 

“There, now you’re good for three hours,” I tease. 

“Nope, three seconds,” Harry replies. He looks at his wrist, acting like he’s wearing a watch. “And it looks like times up!” I press a kiss on his cheek gently before turning to my book. I feel Harry intertwine our hands as he rubs his thumb on the top of my hand. He sits next to me quietly as he starts to hum to himself. I finish the chapter as Harry begins to get antsy again. He wraps an arm around my waist before he tugs me onto his lap. 

“Potter,” I said warningly. Harry’s arms wrap around my waist as he tucks his head in the space between my neck and shoulder. 

“I’m just cuddling you,” he pouts. I turn the page as my eyes flicker over the words as I feel Harry’s thumb rubbing circles into my hip. He presses kisses along my neck and shoulder as I lean into his chest. Once I’ve finished, I close the book and turn to look at the boy. “Are you done!”

“Yes, love, I’m all finished,” I laugh. A bright smile cracks across the boy’s face as he looks at me. I smile back at him as I press a kiss to his forehead. 

“Let’s go!” Harry exclaims.

“Where?” I ask confused.

“Don’t know, anywhere but here. It’s boring,” he replies. I laugh at the boy as we get up and he grabs my hand. Harry tugs me out of the library and into the Gryffindor Common Room. He continues to quickly lead me up the stairs to his room. Harry collapses on his bed before opening his arms for me.

“You wanted me to stop studying to cuddle?” I ask with a smile. 

“Yes,” Harry replies in a serious tone. I roll my eyes fondly as I climb into his bed and lay in his arms.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Not Bad

Prompts: Hihi, i have a Merlin prompt if you're interested. Merlin thinks he's a bad person bec he was taught that magic is bad, but also Bec of all the stuff he did/does to keep Arthur safe and ig throw in some touch starved!Merlin too for fun. But the knights compliment/hug/etc all the time and Merlin just doesn't understand what he's supposed to do with this, so the solution is to breakdown crying and try to convince the knights he's the bad person he sees himself as and the knights are just like "but you're wrong and he's 25 reasons why you're wrong" Plz, thx, love your writing - anon

im a fuckin sucker for soft knights & arthur w merlin so, if ur still takings reqs, i would love to see when the knights realize merlin still views himself as a "monster" like is hinted in first ep (? i thinkk, im rusty on my merlin trivia)- is it a passing comment he makes and they realize all together? knight cuddle pile? just give the poor boy some love - anon

if you'd want to write it i'd love to see the collective moment that the knights realize that merlin is self-harming in some way (in my brain this is probably in like a denial-of-things type thing that he probably doesn't even see as self-harm bc he's an idiot, could even be something like healing everyone else w magic but refusing to heal himself... idk feel free to do whatever you see fit!). i can only imagine they'd be frustrated with him and themselves but theyre just loving large idiots (': - anon

ahh yes all the prompts

Read on Ao3 Part 2

Warnings: implied/referenced self-harm in the form of intentionally depriving oneself of physical contact because THAT COUNTS

Pairings: merthur, can be platonic or romantic I don't care

Word Count: 3462

Arthur is confused, very upset, and nothing is alright anymore, thank you very much.

Because you see, despite the image that he tries to present—emphasis on the word ‘try’, there, according to his knights—he does care an awful lot about his people, especially his one particular person that happens to be able to say an awful lot without saying anything.

Merlin. He’s talking about Merlin, in case you hadn’t noticed.

The problem is that for all the man can ramble on about seemingly anything, at any time, he’s remarkably good at saying absolutely nothing about himself. He claims he’s an open book, but he’s certainly in a language that Arthur doesn’t know how to read.

He does know how to read, just to clarify. That isn’t the issue here.

No, no, the issue is that after months, years, almost a decade of Merlin by his side, watching his back, taking care of him, he’s discovered that there’s a secret that Merlin’s keeping from him. One he never intended to tell Arthur.

And before you panic, no, he’s not talking about Merlin’s magic.

Come on, it’s not like it’s not obvious, the man isn’t exactly good at hiding it. Does he seriously believe Arthur can’t see the tree branches that miraculously pick themselves up and fly at the nearest bandit or the spears that fling themselves at the foe about to behind Gwaine? Or the chores that mysteriously get done too fast for Merlin and far too efficiently? Or the way certain magical ailments seem to vanish mysteriously along with his idiot of a servant only to be greeted with a soft shrug when he pokes?

Merlin’s eyes also turn gold, that’s pretty neat.

So Merlin has magic.

Yes, we know, we had a small tantrum over the fact that he told Lancelot first, but it’s fine. Quite frankly, a lot of things make more sense now.

Except for this. Not this.

Merlin is hiding the secret that he believes he’s a bad person.

Now, Arthur’s not sure if you’ve met Merlin, but the man isn’t exactly the image of the evildoer that springs to mind when someone says ‘bad person.’

The Witch Finder, now there’s a bad person. Storming into Camelot, preying on the fear of the people, bribing and threatening and drugging people, torturing them, and condemning them to death just for the sake of a few coins.

Merlin did storm into Camelot, that is true, but he decided to pick a fight with the crown prince and then save his life. He’s not here for coin—if he were, they wouldn’t have had that small, er, issue about the steward not paying him anything for his work for the past eight years, honestly—and he’s certainly not preying on anyone’s fears. Except perhaps Arthur’s fear of losing his dignity.

The look on his father’s face when Merlin dodged the pillow…

Speaking of his father…there’s another one.

His father did not prey as openly on the people’s fear—or as obviously as Aredian, but prey on them he did. He was a strong king, sometimes too strong. He was a blind king, saw the people as nothing more than subjects, not the living breathing humans they are. He remembers Morgana’s voice, saying that authority should derive from the consent of the governed, not from the threat of force.

He always wanted to see Uther’s face when his ward—when his daughter said that to him.

And what he’s done to Morgana…

Arthur grimaces and shakes his head. Perhaps the very truth that he resents the idea of thinking about what Uther did to Morgana, to him…perhaps that is enough.

Those are bad people. At least to Arthur.

Merlin, on the other hand…

Merlin came into Camelot, knowing that if it was discovered that he has magic, he would be burnt at the stake. He came, not with any aspirations of glory, simply because he trusted his mother when she told him to come to Gaius. He came and he was given a job he never asked for, one he had no idea how to do, and stayed.

Merlin learned. Slowly, perhaps, but he learned. Now he has enough knowledge on what a servant should do to break the rules in the most spectacular fashion. Arthur smiles, biting back the chuckle at seeing George dressed up like Merlin and acting perfectly proper and the urge Arthur had to throw him out of the room.

And that’s not even mentioning what he does when he’s not following Arthur around.

Merlin learned. Merlin stayed.

Not just for Gaius, but for Arthur.

Arthur leans onto his desk, staring out into the courtyard where Merlin is tending to the knights’ horses as they mount up for patrol. He watches Leon step a little closer, lowering his head to mutter something to him, watching Gwaine clap Merlin on the shoulder.

Watches Merlin flinch a little too hard.

Watches Leon’s brow furrow and Gwaine take a step back.

This. This is the problem.

Merlin believes he’s a bad person. Which is wrong, but for some reason, he does.

And because Merlin believes he’s a bad person, he believes that anytime one of the knights touches him—or anyone touches him—it will be to hurt him.

How did they come to this conclusion, you may ask?

Arthur bites back a snarl as he turns away from the window.

It had started with the complements.

Gwaine, to no one’s surprise, was quite fond of flirting with anyone and everyone that would let him, Merlin no exception. Talking about Merlin’s looks, his personality, his work ethic, anything, and everything. Merlin would flush, bright red, ears and all, mumbling to himself.

But then Percival had said something and Merlin pushed him away—well, prodded his arm, no one really moves Percival without Percival letting them—and shook his head. Percival had shrugged but the rest of them had noticed the tension in Merlin’s shoulders.

Then Elyan complemented Merlin’s tracking abilities and Merlin hadn’t even acknowledged it, instead insisting that they keep moving before it got too dark to see and they’d be forced to make camp in the woods. They’d agreed, pressing on, but noting the way that Merlin refused to say so much as thank you.

Leon’s perceptiveness should be considered magical. Seriously, Arthur’s not entirely convinced the man can’t see into people’s heads, what with the information he’s able to produce out of nothing more than the twitch of a finger or the slightest huff of breath. But he sees the way Merlin shies away from any display of affection, even as he gently repeats it, watching Merlin turn his back and get back to work.

Arthur never saw what happened with Lancelot. All he knows is that one night, out in the woods, the two of them had gone off to collect firewood and Merlin had been hiding red-rimmed eyes when he returned, a few paces ahead of Lancelot, not ten minutes later. Arthur had glared but the forlorn confusion on Lancelot’s face had given him pause.

Then it was the touching.

One would expect Merlin to be a quite tactile person, and he is. He’s all shoulder nudges and pokes and prods and gentle shoves to get people to move where he wants them to go. And it’s not like the man has much concept of personal space.

No, some of that is not Arthur’s fault, how dare you?

But when someone else tries it, Merlin tenses reflexively, already moving before their hands make contact. He gives everyone he can a wide berth, scuttling around the outside of rooms until one of them breaks and tells him to come here, Merlin, it’s alright, we won’t hurt you. His face never quite believes them.

The strangest thing is how much of it Merlin makes small adjustments for.

He always wears those god-awful tunics, that he won’t let Arthur replace with fabric that doesn’t feel like it’s a burlap sack, with the sleeves pulled all the way down and those kerchiefs tied around his neck. Arthur’s seen his sleeves rolled up before, but only when Merlin’s working and he hasn’t realized Arthur’s there yet. It’s not like Arthur doesn’t know Merlin has forearms, but Merlin will always jump and guiltily roll his sleeves down.

He doesn’t notice why until he accidentally brushes Merlin’s bare skin once and Merlin all but tears away like he’s been burned.

He doesn’t know why.

Merlin has a secret. The secret is that he believes he’s a bad person. That means he can’t accept compliments and he can’t let them touch him.

This is a problem, because Arthur would very much like for Merlin to believe that he isn’t a bad person.

This is also a problem because Arthur has no idea how to do that.

He looks up when there’s a knock on the door.

“Enter.”

“Sire?” Leon steps through. “May we come in?”

Arthur nods, his eyebrows raising as all of his knights spill into the room.

“Shall I assume you’re on the warpath again?”

“Nah,” Gwaine grumbles, throwing himself into a chair, “know this isn’t your fault.”

Leon shakes his head. “It’s Merlin, sire, we’re…concerned.”

Arthur just sighs and tells them what’s been buzzing around his head for the past…however long it’s been. The knights nod.

“He doesn’t like to be touched when he doesn’t expect it,” Lancelot offers, “but when I ask…he doesn’t seem to want to agree either.”

“But he does,” Gwaine argues, “you’ve seen the way he stares at us when we hug each other, he looks like a poor child that’s never had a hug in his life!”

“Which isn’t true.” Elyan folds his arms. “Gwen’s hugged him.”

“We’ve all hugged him.”

“But he still thinks we’re going to hurt him.”

“Well,” Arthur mutters, “we can’t exactly blame him for being paranoid, can we?”

“If you lot are going to talk about me behind my back like it’s a war council, then yeah, I reserve the right to be paranoid.”

“Merlin!”

“Thank god, where’ve you been?”

“I thought we were meeting by the stables.”

“Did you get hurt?”

Merlin raises his hands and takes a step back. “Whoa, can I get through the door first before the interrogation starts?”

“This isn’t an interrogation,” Arthur says, glaring at the knights, “we’re concerned.”

“Uh-huh,” Merlin mutters, weaving through them to the table so he can set down the thing hooked over his arm, “yes, I’m all too familiar with your concern.”

Arthur frowns. “What does that mean?”

Merlin waves a hand. “Oh, just that it’s a prelude to more chores and things to do.”

Is that…true?

“Yes.”

Did he say that out loud?

“Also yes.”

Arthur shakes his head. “Merlin, we’re not coming up with lists and lists for chores for you to do.”

“Really? With how many you all constantly give me, here I finally thought I’d cracked the code as to why.”

Leon steps forward. “We’re not coming up with things to give you, Merlin, nor are we intending to gossip behind your back.”

“So what are you doing?”

“We’re worried,” Lancelot repeats, “about you.”

“Well, I’m right as rain, no need to worry.”

“Lie.”

Merlin’s eyes go wide and he stares at Leon. The knight smiles ruefully and takes another little step forward.

“Lie,” he repeats gently, “you don’t have to lie to us, Merlin.”

Merlin’s mouth thins. “Maybe I don’t want to tell you, then.”

“Why not—“

“No,” Arthur breaks in, causing Merlin to swing his head around again, “no, if Merlin doesn’t want to tell us he doesn’t have to.”

Gwaine looks on the verge of protest, but another look from Lancelot is enough to quell him. He sinks into the chair and tosses an apple to Merlin.

“At least eat something,” he says by way of explanation, “you’ve not eaten anything since lunch.”

Merlin looks very confused—good, now he’s just like the rest of them—but bites into the apple nonetheless. His gaze travels around the room before coming to rest on Leon.

“Why are you all concerned?”

“Because you won’t let us complement you, Merlin,” Leon says softly, “you believe that every time we touch you we intend to hurt you, and you believe that this is deserved because you are a bad person.”

The flabbergasted look on Merlin’s face is almost enough to make Arthur laugh. Almost.

“How…”

“We notice things, Merlin,” Leon says patiently, “we notice you.”

Lancelot snorts. “Good going, mate, you’ll freak him out.”

“Um—there’s nothing worth noticing about me—“

“Not we all know that’s not true,” Gwaine says, and if it had been any other time it would’ve sounded like the next pick-up line at the tavern, “you’re worth noticing, Merlin.”

Merlin’s gaze darts back and forth, finding no disagreement in any faces.

“What—what were you concerned about?”

“Aside from what we just told you?”

“But I don’t—why is that a problem?”

Arthur swallows a curse. “Are you asking why we’re upset that you believe you’re a bad person and you deserve to be treated badly?”

“…yes?”

“Because you’re not a bad person,” Elyan says, “and you don’t deserve to feel like everyone’s about to hurt you.”

Gods, the look of disbelief on Merlin’s face hurts.

“You don’t know that,” he says lowly, setting the apple down, “you don’t know that.”

“Sure we do.” Elyan uncrosses his arms. “We know you, Merlin.”

“I don’t think you do.”

A look passes around the group of knights. Elyan smiles.

“I know that Gwen came home and told me she’d made a friend the first week you arrived in Camelot. I know that you’ve reminded us what family means. I know that you care, Merlin, about your friends, because they’re important to you.”

Merlin blinks in confusion.

“I know you’re a strong man,” Percival says, “and not just because you can lift the packs for the horses without complaining. But you work hard, because you know you can, and so that people don’t have to. You provide what you can because you know what it’s like to have nothing.”

“I—I—“

“I know you’re brave,” Lancelot says softly, standing, “I know you feel the same fear that we all do and you stare it straight in the face.”

He pauses, takes one step closer.

“I know you don’t chase the glory of being brave, but the feeling of being brave and using it.”

“Guys, I—“

“I know what you’ve done.”

Merlin’s face goes pale at Leon’s words.

The knight tilts his head to the side and smiles.

“I’ve been around the longest,” he says in a near whisper, “and I have seen the changes from when you arrived in Camelot until now. I’ve seen the differences, not just in the other men in this room but in Camelot.”

He lays a hand on his chest.

“I know that you’ve made me prouder to serve this kingdom than many others that have tried.”

Poor Merlin is shaking right now, his fingers trembling on the edge of the table. He looks around in confusion, terribly frightened, sending more aches through Arthur’s chest.

“You wouldn’t say that—“ he gasps— “you wouldn’t say that if you knew the truth.”

“And what truth is that?”

“That—that I—“ Merlin’s breaths start to ring in the chamber— “I—I—“

“That you have magic?”

Merlin’s head jerks around to stare at Arthur. Arthur raises his hands and takes a step closer. Merlin flinches.

“It’s alright, Merlin,” Arthur says softly, “I’m not angry. I’m not going to hurt you. You have magic, though, right?”

“Yes—yes, I—but I’ve only ever used it for—for you Arthur, I—“

“Easy,” he soothes, fighting the urge to reach out and pull him close, “I know. It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not,” Merlin all but whimpers, “it’s not okay, it’s bad, it’s bad and I’m bad, I’m bad—“

“You’re not.”

“I am!”

Merlin yanks his arms to his sides, curling them tightly around himself, much to the protest of the knights. His fingers whiten as he clutches the sides of his tunic.

“I’m bad, bad people get hurt, you don’t—you don’t touch bad people.”

“Merlin,” Arthur breaks in softly, “Merlin, sweetheart, I’m going to come over to you.”

He can hear the quickly stifled gasps and Gwaine’s ‘oh shit’ as he inches towards Merlin. The poor man doesn’t move, but the tremors get worse and worse the closer Arthur gets.

“I’m right here,” he murmurs, “I won’t hurt you, sweetheart, do you believe me? That I won’t hurt you?”

“I—I—“

“Because I won’t,” he promises, still fighting the urge to swoop the poor thing into a hug, “I’ll never hurt you, sweetheart.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re not bad, Merlin, and you certainly don’t deserve to be hurt.”

“You don’t know that,” comes the strangled whisper, “you don’t know what I’ve done.”

“But I know you, Merlin,” Arthur murmurs, “and that’s enough.”

He can’t stop the concerned noise at Merlin’s huff of disbelief.

“It’s enough, sweetheart, it’s—hey! Easy, easy,” he soothes as Merlin’s knees buckle and he catches him before he can hit the ground, “I’ve got you, shh, shh, you’re alright.”

“Oh,” Lancelot murmurs as Merlin starts to shiver terribly, “oh, Merlin, you’re touch starved.”

“Touch starved?”

“He’s not been touched for a very long time,” Lancelot murmurs, hustling to join them on the floor, scooping Merlin’s legs into his lap, “and so he’s not used to it, but he needs it.”

“We all need touch?”

“Yes, otherwise our bodies get…unhappy.” Lancelot shakes his head. “I’m sure Gaius could explain it more. The short version is humans aren’t built to hold each other at arm’s length.”

Arthur tightens his grip on the lapful of shaking Merlin he has. There’s a cold nose buried in the crook of his neck, arms looping awkwardly around his shoulders. Distantly, he hears the scufflings of the other knights as they move closer.

“We’ve got you, sweetheart,” he fins himself whispering, “we’ve got you, we won’t hurt you, you’re safe, you’re good, we have you, it’s alright, now…”

Poor Merlin is still shuddering terribly.

“Shh, shh, easy, just try and relax, we have you…”

Since when has Merlin been this cold?

“Oh, I’m definitely hugging you every day,” Gwaine mutters, helping to prop Merlin up away from the table.

“Why—“ Merlin swallows— “why are you all so warm?”

“You’re cold,” Arthur says, “we’re helping.”

“I’m—I’m—what is it? Touch—touch—“

“Touch starved,” Lancelot offers gently, “yes, Merlin.”

“You’re helping?”

Gwaine shifts behind him. “We’re helping.”

“You’re not…mad?”

“No, Merlin, we’re not mad.”

“I’m not bad?”

Arthur tightens his grip. “Never, Merlin.”

“You—I can—I can stay?”

“Yes, Merlin,” comes the chorus of knights, “for as long as you like.”

Arthur is still upset, very confused, and more than a little overprotective right now.

But so is Merlin.

And they’re…they’re starting to figure it out.

One thing’s for sure: Arthur’s definitely pulling Merlin into bed to cuddle with him instead of getting up in the morning.

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Ahhh can u plz write some fluff with Mor? The fandom is starving AND THANK UUUU 🥰😘😍🤩😛

pairing: Morrigan x reader (acotar)

warnings; kissing and exam stress but asides from that it’s pure fluff :))

a/n: kissing girls man, hits different. this is quite short I’m sorry I have lot’s of study to do but I wanted to get something out! hope you like it <3 (this was also heavily inspired by cmbyn cause I’m re-reading it) 

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“Or are ‘being’ and ‘having’ thoroughly inaccurate verbs in the twisted skein of desire, where having someone’s body to touch and being that someone we’re longing to touch are one and the same, just opposite banks on a river that passes us to them, back to us and over to them again in perpetual circuit.”

“Stop looking at me like that.” You said, not taking your eyes off the page in front of you, the words not quite reaching your brain, and you read the paragraph again. Your neck ached and you could feel the beginning of a headache forming in your temples, the look your girlfriend was giving you from your bed was not helping.

“Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’ as she stood and walked over to you, slinging her arms over you shoulders and reading the meticulous notes you had been taking, her cheek pressed against your own. “Come to bed baby, you’ve been working all day and you barely slept last night.”

She was correct of course. You had final exams coming up that you had to pass if you wanted to become a qualified teacher but that meant many nights without sleep and without quality time in the arms of your lover. You had stayed up into the early hours of the morning the previous night and were up again to start working at seven. You leaned back into her warm touch, your eyes closing for a second before you forced yourself to concentrate.

“Later, I promise, I just want to finish this chapter,”

“You said that an hour ago,” you laughed and brought her hand to your mouth kissing it before pushing her away, picking up your pen and continuing with your notes. She kissed your forehead before collecting the empty dishes and mugs that were sat next to you, taking them to the kitchen to wash, you zoned out as she left, listening to her move about the kitchen, the domestic sounds soothing your hectic mind. But soon she was back, carrying two steaming mugs and with a bag of your favourite crisps under her arm. She placed everything down, smiling at the pout you had on your face, brows furrowed as you tried to make sense of your notes, your own words confusing you, before walking over to you and closing your book.

“Hey!” you whined as she picked you up, walking you to your bed and placing you down again.

“You’ve been working all day I’m sure you’ll survive,” she muttered, passing you a mug that smelled of chamomile, the relaxing flower making you sigh contentedly as you inhaled it, watching as Mor move around your room, collecting baggy clothes, pillows, and blankets. You loved seeing her like this, she was always beautiful, but when she was only wearing your over sized clothes and with her long hair piled on top of her head, face clean of makeup but glowing, you fell just a bit harder. Her natural beauty was something you almost wished you could frame, something you wanted to keep with you at all times, wishing you could always hold her to your chest tightly, fearful that if you didn’t she may leave.

She wouldn’t though, she was just as enamoured with you as you were with her. You were her sunshine, her angel and since she had first seen you she was filled with a desperate urge to protect that light. You hadn’t even met her family yet, and while she partially felt guilty for that, she simply wanted to keep you as close as she could for as long as she could, her overprotective nature making her want to keep you for herself, like a child with their favourite toy. However the bags under your eyes and your bitten, chapped lips hurt her to see, so she was determined to get her sunshine back, through a practiced method of cuddles and selfcare.

You sipped your tea as she threw an oversized sweater at you followed by your favourite shorts, before moving to the bathroom to do cauldron knows what. You placed your mug on the beaded coaster you kept on your bed side unit and changed into your clothes, before standing and moving to tidy away your books and numerous coloured pens.

“(y/n)!” you heard Mor call in a sing-song voice and you placed your books away, moving to the bathroom where you saw her triumphantly holding the face masks the two of you had impulsively bought from a recent market you went to. You smiled and went to her as she motioned you to sit in the empty bath, you giggled and did as you were told as she followed suit. When you were both sat comfortably, she straddled your waist and tied your hair away from your face gently, with so much love and care you leaned up to press a kiss against her mouth. She reciprocated quickly, lips moving against yours like a well-practiced dance, the two of you working in perfect tandem, tongues moving languidly with one another, neither of you feeling the need to rush. You slid a hand around her the back of her neck as she let a soft whimper into the kiss, making you grinn against her mouth. You had missed this, the feel of her pressed against you, the busy days you had been spending making you forget just how well you worked together, the way your breaths synced, and your limbs never got in the way, both loving the other while simultaneously being the other. Knowing exactly how the other worked. How the other moved, as if you were controlling her and she, you.

Mor pulled away, breathless, cheeks flushed, and you grinned lazily up at her, loving the effect you always had on her.

“I missed this,” she said, kissing your nose gently and gazing at you lovingly, before scooping out the creamy paste, and smearing it over your face.

“I know, I’m sorry but exams are almost over and then I’ll be all yours,” you smiled at her as she finished, wiping her hands on a wet cloth as you took the pot from her hands and massaged it onto her face as well, her sighs music to your ears. When you were finished you both stood and made your way back to your bedroom, curling into each other with your mugs as you asked her about her day.

“Honestly, I don’t know why I put up with them,” she laughed as she told you that her family were all still pestering her to meet you.

“I mean maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing,”

“Spoken like someone who hasn’t met them,” you laughed as she continued, “I mean I only came out a few months ago and I really like having something to myself, I feel like I’ve always had to share with everyone. I don’t know is that selfish?”

“No, I don’t think so. But I’m still going to be yours after I meet them, maybe we should just rip of the plaster. I’m sure none of them are nearly as charming or beautiful as you are anyway.”

“You’re too smart for your own good,”

“Well one of us has to be,” you squealed as her hand’s dugs into your sides, seeking out the points that made you squirm, desperately trying to get out of her grip, empty mugs long forgotten on the floor next to your bed and face masks washed away. You wrestled around as you tried to gain the upper hand, however the highly trained female won with ease, pressing a sloppy kiss on your cheek much to your dismay as she cheered over her victory.

She stared down at you in awe as your eyes sparkled, wondering how she managed to find the most beautiful girl in the world and somehow be lucky enough to be with her. You were in just as much awe, pushing a strand of long, blonde hair behind her ear, huffing a laugh when she nuzzled into your hand before collapsing on top of you, her face nestled in between your breasts, pressing a kiss into the right one and whispering a soft ‘I love you.’

You pulled her hair out of the bun it was in, knowing she would wake up with a headache if it remained up all night and Mor’s heart ached at the subtle display of love, the show of just how much you listened, how well you knew her. You then proceeded to massage her scalp gently as the two of you lay listening to the world moving outside, the distant chatter of people going home on the street below you or the faint music you could hear from a nearby bar lulling you into a trance like state, where the only thing that mattered was your other half, the person you loved and the person you became.

Soon you noticed Mor had fallen asleep and smiled at her cute snores, your hands continued to trail up and down her back as you too slowly drifted into a well-deserved sleep. Your heart easy, and head at peace as you lay with the girl you loved tucked safely in your arms. No one else there to separate your entwined souls. 

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hi! can i request young sirius black x reader with prompts 1 and 8 plz?

Snowed In {christmas celebration fic} sirius black x reader

word count: 1.2k+                                                                                                    from prompts 1 - is that my sweater? and 8- “coffee?’

summary: when its snowed in and two people living in the same house develop feelings for each other, what do you think happens?

It was the first Christmas after graduating from Hogwarts and y/n, James, Lily and sirius had decided to move in together. It wasn't a problem for them to get a big enough house for themselves since both James and y/n's parents were pretty well to do and now with all four of them working they were able to maintain the house well. Remus decided to stay at his parents cottage since his mother was quite sick.

The sky was gloomy and dark, the weather was chilly and one could see their breath in the air. It hadn't snowed yet but it was bound to come.

"Alright kiddos, what are we doing today." James said, coming down the stairs. "Firstly Potter, we're all the same age and secondly, I was thinking we could go to that new cafe down the street, have some piping hot chocolate ya know." Sirius said. Both Lily and y/n nodded at the idea. Everyone craved some hot chocolate in the cold weather. "So what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Sirius said jumping out of his seat. Everyone followed suit.

Y/n rushed up to her and Lily's bedroom and rummaged through the laundry that she removed from the wash. "Lily, have you seen my purple sweater?" "The one with the blue designs on it?" Y/n nodded. "No I haven't." Y/n sighed and continued digging in the pile of clothes. Finally she found a grey sweater that seemed too big to be hers or Lily's. "This will do." She thought to herself. She put it on and went to the door where everyone was waiting.

As they walked to the cafe sirius looked at y/n oddly. He took her hand in his and touched the sweater. "Is that my sweater?" He asked her. Y/n felt her face heat up. "Uh yeah it is. I couldn't find mine. I hope it's ok that I wore it." Sirius grinned and put an arm around her shoulder. "Ofcourse it's ok m'lady. Anything for my favourite person in the world." James slapped sirius on the arm. "I thought I was your favourite person in the whole world." "No you're my annoying brother from a different mother." Sirius stuck his tongue out at James and everyone laughed.

They reached the quaint cafe and the smell of coffee beans and fresh bread filled the air. Both Lily and y/n ran into the cafe and sniffed the air. They sighed in happiness. "I think they found their place." James snickered.

They sat down at a table and ordered scones, muffins and one hit chocolate each. Lily and y/n were busy discussing things that were beyond James or Sirius' understanding. (Boys🙄)

Their drinks and goodies arrived and they all immediately dug into it. "This is the best hot chocolate I've ever had!" James said in delight. "I know! I can have ten cups of these!" Lily agreed. The baked goods were equally good and they went home with a satisfied stomach. ****

The next day, when they planned go meet Remus, it happened to snow very heavily. It was the first snow of the year and alas they were snowed in. The doors wouldn't open due to the height of the snow. They were stuck at home for the next few days atleast. Sure they could floo powder or apparate but it was too good an excuse to stay home.

It was around 12 in the afternoon when y/n woke up, she was the first one up surprisingly. She walked into the kitchen and made herself a warm cup of hot chocolate. She sat down, reading a new book that she bought when Remus came out of the fireplace. "Hey." He said dusting his shirt. "I thought I'd come here  and spend some time with you guys but I can see that the rest of them are asleep." He laughed. "Yeah, they decided to sleep in. Do you want some hot chocolate?" Y/n smiled at the sandy haired boy. "I'm always down for chocolate." She handed him a cup.

Remus and y/n were playing a game of exploding snap when the rest of the clan finally came down. "Good morning." Remus said raising an eyebrow. "Hello Remus." Sirius yawned and James gave sirius a tired salute in greeting.

After freshening up, Lily sirius and James joined Remus and y/n on the dining table. "Can we watch a movie today?" Lily asked. "I want to watch the Grinch." Y/n declared. Remus put the casette into the television and the movie played. Halfway through, y/n felt her eyes droop and her head fell on thd shoulder of the person closest to her. Soon she was off into dream land.

Sirius felt a weight on his shoulder and when he looked, he saw a mop of y/h/c hair. His heart fluttered and he looked with hearteyes  at her sleeping figure. In her sleep, y/n snuggled closer to sirius and she was almost cuddling him. Sirius blushed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Lily looked toward them and awwed at the sight. James mouthed 'you like her.' to sirius and he flipped him off. James snickered at him and looked away. Sirius looked at y/n again and realised, maybe he did like her. ***** It had been two days and it was still snowed in. It was starting to get a bit boring and there was nothing to do. Once again, y/n thought she was the first one up but when she went into the kitchen she was surprised to see sirius there, he was shirtless and making coffee. Y/n felt her eyes glued to his back and her cheeks flushed. "Can take your eyes off me love?" Sirius smirked. "You wish pretty boy " Y/n jokes back.

"Coffee?" Sirius offered y/n. She nodded and took the cup from his hand. "How many more days do you think we be stuck like this?" Y/n asked him, pointing at the snow. "Maybe a day or two." Sirius shrugged. They sat close on the sofa and y/n rested a head on sirius' shoulder. He put his head on hers. What it was about the atmosphere, that made y/n brave enough to say this, we'll never know. "Whatever it is," she started, blushing furiously, "I'm glad I'm stuck with you." She said shyly, afraid of sirius' response. "I'm glad I'm with you too." Sirius smiled softly, his cheeks red.

They slowly leaned in sirius stopping just before y/n's lips, asking for consent. She answered by pressing her to his. His hands threaded in her h/c hair and hers held on to his cheeks. They didn't realise how long they had been in that position when they heard a whoop and an 'aww' coming from behind. "Are you both having a good time?" James teased. "Well we were before you both came here." Sirius teased back. "We'll leave you to it then." Lily winked and pulled James away.

Sirius turned to y/n. "Now where were we?" He asked cupping her cheeks. "Right here." She said, kissing him again, this time not as long as before. "I really like you." She whispered pressing her forehead against his. "I really like you too." Sirius replied, connecting their lips once more.

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hey!! 💕 anon here to just put this seed in your brain. MC had a rough day just a general no good bad day. So what do the boys do??? pamper. want new plushies? you got it! need a daddy cuddle pile? whatever you need bby!! that randomly specific blanket that just hits right? here you go! maybe she just needs some cummies to feel better? okay bet daddy is going to take turns. (sorry i’m on a soft kick. might not be everyone’s thing but wanted to share but plz add on. would luv to c your ideas!)

Don’t worry I love soft 🥺, it’s my absolute favorite!

So! If MC had a really hard day, they’d start with a bath as soon as she got home. Get all the nasty clothes off and get her into a warm tub with a daddy who’s not doing chores for her. He’d bathe her and ask her to tell him what happened to see if he can fix it, but he’d be alright with her wanting to go nonverbal if she needed to.

After that they’d start making her regress. No panties after the bath, right into pull-ups she goes. No pants or shoes, just her pull-ups and either a daddy’s shirt or a pajama top they threw into the dryer to make extra cozy.

They’d put her either on the couch if she wanted to cuddle, or would make a pallet of blankets on the floor right in front of it for her to lay on if she wanted her toys. She’d get her food given to her on a small divider plate, and they would convince her that she needs to be hand fed.

If she wants her daddy to calm her down with playtime 🥴 they’d make a rule that only nice things are allowed to be said. Maybe even make her praise herself before she gets to cum 🥺

Something along the lines of “do you want to cum sweetie?” “Mmhmmm” “then you know what I want to hear” “m-pretty g’rl” “I can’t hear you” (while fucking harder) “I’m a pretty girl” “that’s it”

Now let’s say she starts saying nice things to them! Not exactly the point of the rule but she might start babbling sweet things to them while they wreck her and they would just turn to goo 🥺

She’d be mumbling “love my daddies” “you’re so pretty” “make me so happy” “wanna kiss pls” and a whole bunch of other things while she’s grabbing for them

They’d start thrusting/rubbing/grinding really slow and just start giving her romantic kisses and praises while they tried not to cry, since they’re supposed to be making her feel better after all. But once she’s big it’d just be a long cuddle pile full of tears and praises.

Just- Just so soft 🥰🥺

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Okay. So. We’ve got fics where Wei Wuxian gets turned into a baby and cuddled. And we’ve got fics where Lan Sizhui is turned into a baby and cuddled. Can we get fics where they’re both turned into babies and cuddled? Srs tho Lan Wangji hasn’t set either of them down for three hours, pls LWJ, they have legs, let them walk. Go pile them in rabbits and let them stretch their wittle legs plz.