#I would whale for this skin 👀

[tarjapearce]

Pls pls pls pls I need you to write a ranchero Miguel fic inspired by this pic

If requests are open of course 😇 I love this au

Maybe Miguel's and Cerecita first kiss? 👀

Even though the barn he had been living for the past months, was conditioned enough for him to live comfortably, Miguel didn't waste time to make the place a bit of his own. After all, the least he deserved was to relax after a long day of work around.

He had found a bathtub, A bit of algae setting on the bottom, still wrapped in plastic, never used or installed even though it had some rusting spots here and there thanks to moist exposure.

He installed it and took a week to renovate it and clean it thoroughly. And what a better way to use it for the first time than after a long and stressing day. Agustín had another regression and had nearly injured Joaquín, your father's horse. He knew he just needed some patience, Agustín was a good horse.

A stallion that had gone through alot. Of course it wasn't going to be simple to trust that easily for him.

Miguel removed his hat, silky, dark chocolate strands slicked back, body slick and shiny from the sweat, he removed his boots and clothes, to then wrap a towel around his narrow waist. He examined himself in the foggy mirror, a subtle stubble creeping up his cheeks and chin.

But he would tend to it later, water was too nice to not seize it. Luckly enough the tub was big enough for him, so he could stretch and enjoy the soothing warmth permeating his sore muscles for a long time.

He closed his eyes, and the first thing that came to his mind was you. It was like a second nature for him to keep you on his thoughts. But today seemed ultra special for his sight. You had just returned from church, dressed up like a lovely doll. Knee high lenght skirt, low heels, and button shirt that surely made an effort to keep your breast in place

It didn't help that it was windy and you had to constantly secure the ruffle of the skirt to not let the wind to go all Marilyn Monroe on you. But universe seemed to have taken a like to him, and gifted him with little moments that only he had the pleasure to witness. Like the way your skirt had levitated upwards due the sudden current of air.

His eyes captured the lacy navy blue panties snug to your body, a little whale tail dressing a plump and supple pair of cheeks. His lips were licked at the sight. Blue was definitely your color. And it looked even better when it was accompanied with lace.

He bit his lip with a smirk at the memory. But before his mind wandered into something deeper and borderline forbidden, he finished bathing then he stood up, and got out the tub. Cold water running through the ripples of his muscles.

He dried with the previous towel, he smoothed some rebellious curls off his forehead back, and returned to the mirror.

"Miguel?" Your sweet voice snapped him out of his grooming ritual as you called him again.

"Yes, Señorita?" He stood before you, skin moist and shiny, and a hidden smile behind his lips.

Your eyes casted down, noticing the happy trail that hovered above the snug towel. Your cheeks grew warmer when a smug smile stretched on his lips

"U-Uhm. Papá wants to know if Joaquín is alright."

"He is, yeah. Don't worry on him. Just a little scratch"

you nodded with a sheepish smile.

"Are you alright?"

"Hm?" His head tilted, the muscles in his neck moved, you couldn't help but stare at the movement.

"Agustín can be quite... Rough. But I know he is a good horse."

"Don't worry your pretty head over it, cariño. I know what I am doing."

"I didn't mean it that way. I... I know you are more than capable of doing such things."

Miguel's smile only widened as he looked at you. Despite your clothes being different, you still remained so delectable to his sight. Temptation itself. It was kind of ironic for him, super conservative parents had created a daughter that surely would make any man deep in faith to sin by just looking.

A punishment for their attitude, perhaps. Not that he was complaining, at all.

"How about you?"

"Oh?"

His question made your gaze to connect with his.

"Are you alright? You look flustered, Señorita."

He adored the way the blush in your cheeks deepened.

"Should I get dressed?"

"No. I'm... Im. leaving anyways. I apologize for..."

His muscles flexed and it was unavoidable for you to stare. Inwardly marveling at his physique.

"Never seen a naked man before?"

"My goodness. I... I apologize"

"Nothing to be ashamed of, chula. It's just a body. A tool."

"Right... Uhm..."

"Wanna touch?"

He knew he was playing dangerous games, but the way you stared at him, made him feel worshipped. He stepped closer and your breath caught in your throat as warm and firm muscles were felt under the pads of your dainty fingertips.

His big hand guided yours as he pulled you closer, bit by bit. Your hands kept feeling him, roaming up his torso, fingers hovering at the base of his neck. You couldn't reach further. But it wasn't necessary. Strong and calloused hands explored your skin, a whimper that was was enough indicator for him to lean down and kiss you.

Plump lips guided yours as one of his hands cradled your head, keeping you in place as his mouth kept tasting and devouring yours.

You tasted as he had imagined. So so sweet and delicious. His tongue pried your mouth open, and you groaned as he slid it inside and toyed with yours. Your body was dipped back, deepening the kiss as you gave shaky and breathless moans.

His hands hooked underneath your glutes and made your legs wrap around his waist before making you seat in one of the piled up haystacks. His fingers slid around your hips and squeezed a handful of your rear. Your moan died in his mouth.

Your lips glistened once he separated from yours after giving a gentle peck on your soft and pouty ones. He then smiled.

"Another one, Señorita?"

You nodded immediately, but before he went at it, your name was called by one of the staff members.

"See you tomorrow?" He bit your bottom lip softly, and smiled tenderly at your affirmation. He then helped you off the haystack.

"Goodnight, preciosa."

He disappeared into his room as you left for yours. His taste lingering in your now hungry mouth.

[holdmytesseract]

Hi love i wanted to request a drabble/blurb with tom hiddleston where he is getting ready with his pregnant wife for an event and she says something like i look like a whale or huge.....

Some reassurance, comfort and implied smut!!!!!!!

Nothing Less Than A Goddess

Tom Hiddleston x pregnant!Reader

Warnings: pregnancy stuff, insecurities, fluff, tiny bit suggestive smut

Word Count: blurb

a/n: Thank you for that sweet request, nonny! I hope you like what I came up with! 🤗

P.S. This gif is how I imagined him to look in that oneshot. 👀

You stood in the bedroom in your underwear, after just having stepped out of the shower. "Love, are you ready soon? Luke will be here in about twenty minutes." You heard your husband call out for you, from which you presumed to be the kitchen or living room.

"Umm, yeah, I, uh, need to get dressed and perhaps put on a little make-up, but beside that..." An answer came immediately. "Shall I help you, darling? Or do you get along alone?"

You wanted to think about Tom's offer for a moment, but your mouth was faster than your brain. "Yes, please!"

"Alright! Just let me take off my suit jacket and shoes again!"

Now you kind of had a guilty conscience.

"Babe, you don't have to get halfway undressed just to help-" But it was, of course, already too late. Tom appeared no minute later in the bedroom, just in a navy blue shirt and tie, matching navy blue suit trousers and - black socks. "Yes, I have to, darling. No excuses. It's my obligation to help you," Tom stated, while making his way over to you and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek; palms came to rest on your six-month baby bump. "After all, I'm this little bean's dad," he announced; wearing one of his dazzling smiles.

Well, that was true. He had a point.

You couldn't help but smile and placed your forearms on his shoulders; fingers buried in his long blond-brown locks. "Okay," you said; nodding. "Thank you." Tom smiled even wider and turned his head to press a soft kiss against the bare skin of your arm; his scruff slightly tickling and scratching you.

"Now, let me help you." You nodded and turned to pick up your matching white dress from the bed. Tom being the gentleman and caring husband he was, helped you even to step inside; making sure that you didn't lose your balance. Then he zipped the zipper of the dress up; warm fingertips brushing your skin. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Once you were fully dressed, you took a look at yourself in the full-length mirror. The dress was new. You had never worn it before. How could you, with the steadily growing baby within your womb? Impossible. That dress would fit you probably not even a month...

"And?" Tom stepped behind you; hands on your hips and pulling you against your chest. "What do you think?"

You bit your lip; giving yourself a once-over. You gently turned from side to side in his embrace; getting a look from each angle. "I-I, uh, I honestly don't know, Tommy... I mean, I like the dress. It's beautiful, but..." "But?"

You sighed; knowing that lying to your husband wouldn't work. "I... I feel like I look like a whale. I-I mean, I am huge..." You swallowed hard; feeling very insecure all of a sudden.

Behind you, Tom blinked in disbelief. "Apologies... What did you just say, darling?" "That, uh, that I look like a... whale..." Your voice was barely above a whisper. The words hadn't even left your lips entirely, when the Brit started to shake his head. "Oh, no, no, Mrs. Hiddleston. I see what you're doing - and it's not good. I won't let you walk down that dark path."

Tom turned you gently in his embrace; pointer finger and thumb cupping your chin. "Look at me, darling." You complied; your eyes meeting his stunning ones. "You are neither huge nor do you look like a whale. Do I need to remind you that you are pregnant and that it's more than normal for your body to change?" "Y-Yes, but-"

"Ah.Ah," Tom interrupted you immediately. "Apologies, darling, but no. No buts. If you are anything, then beyond beautiful. Stunning. The prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. Nothing less than a goddess." You gasped; feeling your heart skip a few beats. "A-A goddess?"

Tom nodded. "A goddess, yes. Your skin is glowing. You look more radiant than ever. Your curves are..." He took a short break; licking his lips and swallowing hard. "...absolutely delicious. Drop-dead sexy. To me, Y/N, you are even more attractive than you've already been. I can't take my eyes off you. Especially not since your pregnancy really started to show."

You were kind of overwhelmed by his words; not having expected this. "Y-You really think that?" You asked; still a bit uncertain.

Tom smiled; his other hand giving your hip a soft squeeze. "Darling, would I ever lie to you?"

Your eyes widened. "N-No! Of course not!" He kissed your forehead. "See?"

You blushed.

"Now do you believe me, or do I have to show you how much I desire your body, once we get back home tonight?"

You wetted your lips; suddenly feeling bold. Tom's words had finally gotten through. Especially the last ones.

"Hmm, perhaps, you should yes," you answered; hand playing with his tie. Tom chuckled darkly; his hand on your hip sliding down to give your ass a small, playful slap. "Gladly."

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[dapandapod]

helloooo I am here for mermay prompts! 👀

how about "lost" for Geraskier (bonus points if Geralt is the mer) 💜💜

ALEX YESSSSS, look, this was finished two days ago, and then it was finished again yesterday, and now again this morning. Did I add 1k to the story just to add a kiss? Maybe. Please enjoy <3 Send me a pairing and a word and I will make you some words? ❤️

On Ao3 here

Bardic inspiration be damned, Jaskier decides, slipping once again on the pebbled ground as he climbs the rocky coast line of Skellige.

He had wanted to see the whales, but did not listen to the advice given by the locals to go to one of the cliffs beyond the village. No, Jaskier really thought it would be better to experience it up close and all that.

He didn’t even see a fucking whale. 

Maybe whale watching is done better from up high, but Jaskier had seen this perfect spot down by the rocks and now he is full of sweaty regrets.

Because he can’t find the path he took to get down here and the high tide is sweeping in, making his path treacherous and slippery. 

Swearing profusely, Jaskier manages to at least get above the waterline. His shoes are wet, as are his breeches to the knee, but at least his leather satchel is fine.

Good thing he didn’t bring the lute.

Jaskier settles down to wait it out. It’s a fine day after all, even if the sun is slowly setting, and the sea is as calm as it can be around here.

Despite being so frustrated with himself, Jaskier finds himself relaxing. The sun shimmers on the surface of the sea, and gulls cry above, accompanied by the lapping of waves.

There are some rock formations further out, some of them almost shaped like giant, crooked pillars.

This view is why he was drawn to Skellige after all, so far away from his homelands. The stone he sits on is hard, yes, but warmed from sitting in the sun all day. 

Out of the corner of his eye, to the left, Jaskier notices movement.

When he turns his head, there is nothing there.

Strange.

He knows Skellige is not the safest of places. The coast is riddled with harpies and sirens, the latter especially dangerous this close to the water.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Then he spots something again, but this time straight ahead. It is directly in the bright reflection, so Jaskier has to squint but isn’t that… it looks like…?

The back of a whale!

Jaskier scrambles up to his feet, trying to shield his eyes to get a better look. Yes, that really is a whale out there! A big one, looks like, and far out!

He can only see the top of it, and the strange huffing sound travels across the surface when it blows water high, high up into the air.

The droplets are glistening like diamonds, like rain on a sunny day, as they fall back down.

The whale stays there for another minute or two, breathing deeply, and then the surface ripples as she dives.

Her tail comes up, rivulets of water falling down her fin, and then gives a giant splash as she pushes herself further down.

Jaskier realizes his mouth is hanging open.

He truly didn’t expect to see one, and not this close to the shore. Alright, it was not that close to the shore, but still visible to the naked eye, and he is thrilled.

He scans the surface once more, hungry for another sighting, but once the water has calmed there is nothing else.

Immediately, Jaskier starts going through his satchel to bring out the precious paper and pencil to write this down. When he finds it, he plops back down on the rock, legs crossed, and everything else forgotten.

The words come easily, filling the page with poetry and observation.

So lost in it, he doesn’t even notice he isn’t alone anymore until there is a soft splash right in front of him.

Jaskier startles, a long black line scratching across the page.

He could swear there is the upper half of a face sticking up out of the water, just a few feet away from him.

Pale skin, yellow eyes, even paler hair slicked back over what seems to be a surprisingly human-shaped head.

Jaskier’s heart is beating so hard he can feel it in his throat. Is this a siren? No, he would be dead by now, wouldn’t he?

Is it a dead person? No, the eyes are watching him very intently, blinking slowly, so it couldn’t be. It could be a drowner, though, but aren't they blue?

When nothing happens, Jaskier forces himself to relax his posture. His entire body is fighting him, that knee-jerk fight or flight response trying to decide which is best to do, but Jaskier decides on neither.

“Hello?” he ventures, and the eyes look back at him. “Who might you be?”

There is no response, which, fair, nose and mouth both seem to be submerged. But the being comes just a little bit closer, and Jaskier fights to keep his breathing even.

Just to be safe, Jaskier puts his papers to the side, pinned in place by the satchel. It wouldn’t do for them to become wet, even if this is where he meets his end. Maybe the skalds can sing about him, were they to find his notes. The bard who got too close, or whatever.

Fear is great inspiration, it would seem.

With a soft sound, the top of a head becomes an entire head, a neck, shoulders, and arms. Pale, glistening, well muscled, and surprisingly human looking, were it not for the gills on his neck, the long fins along the outside of the under arms, and smatterings of scales.

The white hair is longer than he thought, slightly curly now that it is out of the water, and sticking to the sides of the person’s face.

Jaskier blinks hard, taking it all in. 

“Are you a mer?” Jaskier asks breathlessly, as the person pulls themself up on a rock. The lower half of the body is still hidden, but he can see hints of scales on their sides and down over the hips. Pale grey, like pale silver, he thinks.

The person, who looks very much like a man, tilts his head, and seems to scent the air.

“Afraid?” The person asks, his voice raspy and low. Yeah, it absolutely sounds like a he, but Jaskier is not very well versed in Mer anatomy.

“You surprised me,” Jaskier says carefully. “I thought I was alone.”

“You are never alone in the sea,” the mer says between sharp teeth. 

As if that wasn’t a terrifying statement.

But the Mer speaks the language of Skellige, and Jaskier desperately wants to know more.

“Who are you?” Jaskier asks. “Do you live here?”

“This is my territory,” the Mer says, straightening up a little, revealing just a hint of a powerful tail below the surface. “Mine to keep.”

Jaskier smiles at the little display, finding it a little endearing despite the hint of aggression. Like a hissy kitten, trying out its claws.

“Then I am your guest. Forgive me, but I am lost, and I can’t find my way back.”

The mer watches, expression giving nothing away. Then again, expressions just might be different for Mer, Jaskier muses.

“Forgive? Do you need forgiveness for being lost?” 

“Maybe not, but for imposing on your territory. I did not know it was yours. I only wanted to see a whale.”

The mer looks over his shoulder when Jaskier motions with his hand out to the open sea. His profile in the fading light is stunning, and Jaskier feels like he is in some kind of fairy tale.

“And did you see her?” The Mer turns back towards Jaskier.

“I did. She was beautiful.”

The Mer seems satisfied with this answer, and does an odd little hum. It rumbles along his sides, and Jaskier notices another set of thin fins along his ribs. He also notices scars, some new and some old. 

“You may call me Geralt,” The Mer suddenly decides, pulling Jaskier out of a daydream where he considers what else is out there.

“Geralt,” Jaskier repeats. Not what he expected a Mer to be named, but again, who is he to tell? “You may call me Jaskier.” 

“Jaskier.” Geralt says it like he is tasting the name, and with a slight lisp. “Is this land your territory?”

“I am but a guest here as well. I am a wanderer.” Jaskier smiles again, and Geralt’s eyes dip down to it, as if he doesn’t understand.

“So no territory?” Geralt asks, seemingly confused about the prospect.

“None. Well, none but this one.” And Jaskier pats his satchel. “It holds my treasures, and the stories I collect.”

“How does one collect stories?” Geralt asks, sinking into the water again and swimming closer, eyes all the while trained on Jaskier.

He stops when he is about an arm’s length away from the rock where Jaskier is sitting, making Jaskier’s adrenaline run again.

“Afraid?” Geralt asks again with a frown, tilting his head back as if he is smelling the air. Huh.

“A little,” Jaskier admits, seeing no point in lying. “I have never met your kind before, and I don’t know if you would wish to drown me.”

“If I had wanted that, you’d already be dead,” Geralt says with a cold expression, probably meant as a reassurance, but it doesn’t feel like one.

The Mer props himself up on a rock hidden under water and Jaskier now sees the tail, sleek, strong and silver.

“I collect stories by writing them down, and sometimes singing them,” Jaskier explains, deciding he does not want to remain on the subject of drowning while stuck where he is. “Would you like to hear one?”

When Geralt nods his assent, Jaskier thinks about the skellige songs he knows. Most are bawdy tavern songs, to be honest, but he recalls a ballad of the Maid and the Moon.

He sings it with the lapping of the waves and the cry of gulls, slapping his hand to the rock to keep the beat. It sounds better with a drum, but it will do.

Geralt keeps watching him, keeps doing that weird blink of his. Jaskier starts another one, one of war and fire. And then another one about returning home, which aches just a little.

When the songs are done, Geralt doesn’t say anything, just dives beneath the waves.

The sun is getting really low, and Jaskier is a bit worried he will have to stay here all eve. He isn’t wearing much more than his white tunic and a thin pair of trousers, courtesy of the Skelligan summer heat, but the temperature is dropping along with the setting sun.

Geralt returns with less of a splash than Jaskier expects.

His hair sticks to his forehead, and this close Jaskier notices a scar over his left eye. It looks old, and deep, and Jaskier can’t help but wonder if Geralt’s skin would be cool to the touch, if he were to reach out.

With some strain, Geralt reaches up to the rock where Jaskier is sitting, and Jaskier shifts to accept what Geralt is offering. Their fingers touch, and Jaskier learns that no, Geralt is not cold. The ring that he is handed, however, is. 

“Does this one have a story too?” the Mer asks, and Jaskier is immediately flattered for being trusted with Geralt’s treasure.

“I’m sure it does, but it seems it is not mine to tell. Is it yours?”

Jaskier attempts to give the ring back, but Geralt sinks further into the water, shaking his head.

“I do not know it. The ring is yours to keep, Jaskier, as a thanks for sharing your collection of stories with me.”

Jaskier senses this is goodbye, as the Mer swims backwards, back out towards the deep. Despite their short time together, the thought of parting stings. It feels unlikely they will meet again. 

“Come back again, Jaskier the wanderer. It was good to have you as a guest. Your path to land is clear.”

Jaskier blinks in surprise, and then frowns at this statement. When he turns to look towards the rocks around and behind him, he realizes that the tide has pulled back enough for him to climb up towards the safety of land. When Jaskier looks back, Geralt is gone.

The waves lap against the stones as if nothing happened. Before the sun can disappear beyond the horizon, Jaskier gathers his things and carefully makes his way up.

When he’s ascended to safety, he turns once more, looking out over the ocean. The sky is a myriad of colors, birds a dark outline against its splendor, but not a hint of his new friend is to be seen.

-----

The day after brings a storm and Jaskier is unable to go back to the shore for another two days. It’s strange, but Jaskier feels an itch under his skin, he wants to go back, learn more, see Geralt again.

On the third day the sky clears, the clouds finally finishing with their weeping and the wind its howling.

Jaskier is better prepared this time. He sits down on the same rock as before, and he sings while he waits.

Geralt finds him again on that rock, this time swimming close without any hesitation.

“Lost again?” Geralt asks. There is a new set of gashes on his arm, looking like claw marks, too big to be anything Jaskier would ever want to meet. 

“No. Looking for a friend.” Jaskier smiles. “If you will have me as a guest once more.”

Geralt smiles back at him then, stiff though it may be, but Jaskier sees it as the gift it is anyway.

“It would be my honor.”

------

Since Jaskier came to Skellige, he has seen at least three whales, climbed a number of beautiful and treacherous mountain passes, and tasted alcohol strong enough to give women chest hair. He has made friends with skalds and fishermen and errand boys and lords, and his time is coming to a close.

He will miss it. Them. This sharp country and its inhabitants, the living myths found hidden everywhere.

There is one he will miss a lot, Jaskier thinks, as he makes the now familiar climb down the rocky shore.

Saying goodbye is a part of being a wanderer, but it doesn’t make it any easier. His mother always liked to remind him, a goodbye is not a farewell, but still, Jaskier doesn’t have much hope for that.

Geralt is already there waiting for him, and Jaskier plops down on a rock further down so he can dip his feet into the water.

The Mer had expressed great interest in the concept of shoes, struggling with understanding their  function. That first time Jaskier had joined him for a swim, Geralt had made one of his unreadable faces when Jaskier took off everything but his underclothes before getting in.

Technically the cove not a safe place to swim as the currents are strong and had threatened to pull Jaskier under more than once, but Geralt was always there to catch him.

Now, Geralt is sunbathing, propped up in a way to let his bare chest soak up as much sunlight as possible, his tail lazily moving side to side in the shallow water.

He is achingly beautiful, and Jaskier is suddenly struck by melancholy.

Jaskier doesn’t say anything when he sits, only removes his shoes and socks to dip his toes in water that doesn’t get warm, even in summer. 

The Mer opens his eyes, gazing directly at him, eyes as bright as rays of sunlight.

“Sad?” Geralt asks in that direct way of his. 

“Yes,” Jaskier admits, splashing his feet and scaring off the shrimp that were brave enough to approach him.

Geralt sits up enough to lean back on his elbow and watches Jaskier intently.

“Why?” 

“I am leaving soon, my friend. A ship arrives within the week to take me home. To my territory.”

Geralt opens and closes his mouth, then looks out over the sea.

“Hm,” he says, confirming that he understood but doesn’t know how to reply.

Were Geralt a human, Jaskier would have asked him to come with, but he is not. Geralt’s territory is here, his life is here, and even with a boat, the travel across the seas is dangerous.

He will not ask it.

They sit in silence for a long while, Jaskier humming under his breath when a story, this story, starts to take form. 

When it is time to leave, Geralt swims close, gently taking hold around Jaskier’s calves to stay afloat.

“You have been a good friend,” Geralt says, deep in thought.

“As have you,” Jaskier says, aching with the sadness of parting, of leaving Geralt behind.

To soothe himself, he reaches out a hand and cups Geralt’s cheek. Something he has not done before, something he did not think welcome, but Geralt leans into it. 

“I will miss you,” Jaskier says quietly, and the Mer looks up at him through thick lashes.

Then he pushes himself out of the water, heaving himself up on the rock and leaning over Jaskier, into his personal space.

There is water everywhere, soaking Jaskier’s breeches and shirt, but Geralt has leaned forward, and Jaskier meets him halfway.

The kiss tastes like salt and sunlight. Geralt is careful not to hurt him, his teeth hidden behind gentle lips.

“I will miss you, too,” Geralt murmurs against his lips, and then he sinks back down into the water and is gone.

----

Lettenhove in spring is beautiful. The trees are full of buds ready to bloom any day now, bumblebees waking up and doing their confused dance around the flowers in the courtyard.

It is now late enough in the year that summer threatens to overtake the land, waking a wanderer from his slumber.

Jaskier makes his way down past the docks, to the rocky parts where the river meets the ocean.

It’s a habit he can’t shake, and he dips his feet in the cold water, just like he did last summer. He sits there for a good long while, thinking of a kiss and a ring.

There is a ripple in the water to his left, and for a moment, Jaskier thinks he only imagines the familiar face peeking up just over the surface.

But their eyes lock, and half a face becomes a full head and shoulders, as Geralt swims closer.

It is impossible, or, well, improbable. Jaskier feels a giant smile form on his lips and something heavy that’s been on his heart finally lifts.

“Are you lost, wanderer?” he asks, when Geralt swims ever closer, reaching for Jaskier’s calf to hold himself steady.

“No, I'm here to see a friend.” Geralt returns the smile tentatively. “I crossed the sea to find you.”

“Then you are welcome as my guest, friend,” Jaskier says warmly, reaching down to touch Geralt’s cheek, just like the last time they saw each other.

And just like last time, when Jaskier leans forward and down to meet him, their kiss tastes like salt and sunlight.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

I've been to Korea a few times and lived there for a few months at one time. That country does have a special place in my heart and I love many aspects of it. Outside of the big cities, the nature is beautiful, people are a bit blunt but they're kind and they help you if you need it. They don't expect you as a foreigner to get there and know all their norms and their language (I had the opposite experience in Japan 👀) and they're usually excited as long as you're respectful. However. A lot of guys are extremely aggressive in their advances, they think every non Asian woman who ends up there wants to fuck and they have a hard time understanding NO. If you do go out to the bar/club, you absolutely need to be careful with men (as you would anywhere else bc the world is a nightmare but I find men in SK more aggressive than some other places). The body shaming is very real too nejdiwiw. I'm not fat nor skinny but over there I felt like a whale the whole time 💀 you do need to have thick skin over there and not expect the perfect paradise many k pop fans seem to think they're about to find. Depending on how you approach it, it can be a wonderful time or hell on earth. I wouldn't go live there permanently but I go back every couple of years and I always love my time there.

Hello @escapetheshark and thank you for providing your insights, it is expensive to travel anywhere outside of Australia so I wouldn't be going to South Korea for awhile but my high school had a 'sister school' with South Korea and 5 of our students would go over there.

This was in 2016 and it cost 10K for them to go for 9 days so Idk how much the price would be now.

You seem very worldly lived and are you European? How did you afford to go these places? I suppose airfare might be different if you live closer haha.

I have heard that A LOT online about issues of consent and I don't know if this true, I hope but but I remember reading an article about how if a guy offers to buy you a drink in Japan and you accept, then you're technically giving consent???

I see so many Tiktoks about the experiences women have in Hongdae and Gangnam and the DVD rooms and love hotels.

I've heard SO much about the body shaming and it's kinda scared me not gonna lie, I'm 5'7 and 108 kgs so I just know that none of the clothes would fit me and I'd stand out.

Sorry, I lost focused because I'm rewatching one of Channie's Room lives on Youtube and he was talking about how Aussies barely pronounce anything properly and I was like- He has a point.

I've always wondered how Chris was able to balance the EXTREME differences of South Korean and Australian cultural norms in his life.

The age thing still confuses me because in Australia, if you're a year younger than someone, you are treated the same age and people will say '1 year? That's nothing'.

Whereas in South Korea, you can't be 'friends' with anyone that's not born in the same year as you and that's such a confusing concept for me because even though I was born in '98 and Chris was born in '97, I view both of us as being the same age.

So, it's interesting. I've learnt a lot and It's nice to be expanding my knowledge on different ways of living.

Thank you for sending in your insight!

[jemstone55]

First,I’m absolutely OBSESSED with your writing and insert!reader stories.ding those kind are like a needle in a haystack lol.keep up the beautiful work!

So I had a thought with mer-shifter!reader,specifically reader can shift in a creature like this like.

They have a default form where they are about 8ft (or taller) tall with widened arms and webbed hands and long strong tail and second eyelids like the Metkayina people except they have gills and all of their teeth are sharp.with black skin/scales with white markings.like the picture above they have a fin on their back aswell with sharp black claws.

Perhaps mer-shifter!reader was made by the RDA ,or even the scientists left on Pandora,who made reader to explore the waters of Pandora.but reader escaped or even saves one of the sully kids from drowning.

Her full form is about 90ft long(the size of a blue whale).

Imagine the reader feel like a fish out of water (pun intended lol) in the forest,she’s slower than the forest na’vi,her markings and colour isn’t anything like them,all her teeth are fangs etc so when they relocate to the Metkayina village she feels so free.

Due to her feeling of freedom she doesn’t even notice the harsh or mean comments made by the young ocean na’vi,this makes the sullys protective of her,knowing she won’t realise their cruel words but reader is just so happy to know people ‘like’ her she does basically anything the water na’vi say feeling as though she truly belongs now.

But when lo’ak is left out in the reef to die.she looses it.the kind creature the Metkayina clan has come to know and,mostly,love is no longer seen as her eyes turn completely black.no longer the gentle giant who barely showed her fangs is now bearing her teeth with a growl so low it seemed to vibrate the ground itself.they see her full form charging into the water practically creating a tsunami as she sinks deeper.

Seeing how the sullys and tonowaris family react the gentle pacifistic reader acting like a rabid predator on the hunt would be so interesting.

Also how the introduction to the Metkayina would be like,being that reader is even more equipped for the water then even the water na’vi themselves.

Lol Thank you so much for your kind words!!✨💞

This is an interesting idea 👀👀

I can already imagine some of the reactions towards reader acting like a rabid predator XD

I think the Metkayina would accept the reader more than the Sullys but would be wary of her because of her appearance. Probably like indecisive of wether they fully accept her or not but will let her hang with them like she's one of them without knowing

That's just my thoughts though-

Now i just thought of Ronal being like a tsundere mother figure to reader oof-

[onlyseokmins]

Hey again! Thank you for ellaborating on my ask I loved it! But I honestly feel like Woozi would take full effort when it comes to foreplay~ 🤤

Now, here is another food for thought: Imagine desperately riding Woozi and you can feel every inch of his dick inside you and you both just let loose and nothing matters except getting your orgasms, and he fucks you so hard and good too, that you just have to grasp onto him, digging your nails into his bizeps or back-

Btw I study religion lmao.

Please ellaborate~ <3

🐋anon

Hi, again!! ❤️ Oh 👀 do you study theology then, dear whale anon? That is an interesting field of study, do you like it?

Honestly agree w/ you that Jihoon would def put full effort into foreplay, I'm just thinking that he doesn't NEED to because his kissing skills are bar none, hehe.

I'm sure he'll gladly comply if you ask him to take more care of you because he enjoys seeing you beg and will definitely tease you the entire time because you both know how well-prepped you already are. But any excuse to touch each other, right?

Ahem, back to riding him.

Oh yes. I said begging right? Jihoon adores how cock-drunk you get, he won't budge an inch because he wants to see how desperate and needy you'll wantonly beg for him to assist. It's hard for him too, though. You drive him absolutely crazy with how sweetly you bounce on top and take his cock. Even though he knows your thighs are burning, the ache to come undone is much greater.

But just when your legs are shaking from the exertion and exhaustion, he kindly takes over. Thrusting his hips upwards so his cock hits that spot inside you just right and causes shivers running up your spine. He's biting his lip HARD at how much you tighten up around him. The coil that is threatening to snap has you digging your nails into his tense biceps that flex when he holds your hips steady in the air to keep his momentum.

The sounds, oh the sounds. This dumbass really thinks in his sex and drunk-on-you addled brain that the slap of your skin against his would make a nice beat! He's definitely using that in the next album 😭 anyways, he loves the way you moan and whimper, his own groans as he nears his climax harmonizing with yours.

You're not sure who cums first, really. The erratic movements of being so close sends you both over the edge nearly at the same time. Your eyes roll back as you slump against him, taking all of him in your fluttering hole. You're both panting, hands running up and down across the light scratches on his back that you'd unintentionally left.

He kisses you softly, gently maneuvering your body to the side so he can reach behind you. You're lost in the post-orgasmic bliss, falling asleep until he's gently shaking you awake to wash up and go to bed.

It's only months later when friends, stores, companies, and shows are all playing the latest hit by the genius producer Woozi that it all comes together. It's a sexy song and everyone loves the sultry tones. You realize why it sounds so familiar - it's the same beat that's been replicated many times in his studio - with you bouncing on his lap.

Of course, he denies all claims but you can't listen to the song anymore without nearly combusting out of embarrassment, especially when he wins an award and dedicates it on international television to you with a wink.

Tagging @onlymingyus because she said it's only respectful to 🥺🤭

[sweetestlamb]

Wants and Needs

Summary: Jun-ho tries to control his wants and needs.

Author's Note: So this has been in my drafts for a minute because I couldn't bring myself to post it lol I get a lot of messages from people mad at me for various things all the time and people have very strong feelings about this show and I just didn't want to deal with angry people 😩😂 but the show's over now so I figured I could post it without too much attention 👀👀 it's whale couple light sexy time. So if you only like wholesome sugar whale couple or can't imagine them being sexual just skip this k? Otherwise enjoy😇

Dating Young-woo is delightful: walks on the beach with her hair blowing in the wind, dinner with her father who only threatens him a little before warming up because he brought expensive homemade liquor, taking pottery classes because he's always been curious and then giggling as the clay goes flying and she runs away screaming 'I can't do this!' as he continues making her a lopsided mug; that she starts using at work. It's kisses that make his skin burn and his heart flutter especially when she just melts into him instead of backing away.

It's everything he thought it would be and more.

But it's also slow painful torture.

Because he is still human and he has.... urges. Carnal urges that only deepen as his beautiful girlfriend sighs and moans into his kisses subconsciously as she leans into him with an open mouth.

The sight is enough to give him thoughts. Unpure thoughts that he has no idea what to do with because he doesn't know if she thinks about that at all.

Sex.

More importantly sex with him.

She was a quick study with kissing but after months of snogging each other's faces off there hasn't been anything else to suggest that she wants more than what they're already doing meanwhile he feels ready to explode from yearning.

So when she walks out of his bathroom with his shirt dwarfing her much smaller form he knows that he's being tested by a cruel power from beyond.

Or he's just a fool who should watch the weather forecast more closely and not allow his girlfriend to walk him home on a night with expected thunder showers. The rain had suddenly fallen in thick sheets soaking them to the bone almost instantly.

He had been so grateful that she wore a colorful vest over her white shirt, his own shirt had become nearly translucent because of the downpour. Her own doing the same would have been.... bad.

"Thank you for letting me borrow your shirt. According to my phone the rain should stop in approximately twenty-three minutes. Then I can leave." Her eyes are locked on her phone as she makes the announcement, and it takes a minute of staring at her smooth legs poking out from his shirt to realize that he shouldn't be able to see her legs.

He'd given her sweatpants too, ones with adjustable drawstrings so they could fit her slim waist.

"Why aren't you wearing the pants I gave you?" He averts his eyes from the pale smooth skin that taunts him.

"What? Oh! They were too big even when I pulled the strings all the way. They kept falling down so I folded them and left them in the bathroom, this shirt is long enough to fit me like a dress." She still hadn't looked away from her phone, scrolling and tapping at the screen without meeting his gaze.

She's right. His shirt does cover her much smaller body completely, hanging even past her knees because he'd given her one of his larger comfy night shirts. There's nothing indecent or even scandalous about what she's wearing but it's knowing. Knowing that his shirt is the only thing separating him from her naked body. That's too much for him.

He takes a deep breath walking past her to go into the kitchen. Cold water will soothe the fire kindling inside.

He gulps down the entire cup of water in seconds feeling refreshed but no less charged. Hastily he pours another cup, wiping the dribbles that escape and run down his chin.

"Were you feeling dehydrated Jun-ho ssi?"

Yes. He's never felt so parched in his life but not for the liquid in the cup. For something else completely.

"Yes. A little. I'm okay now." He lies, smiling tightly at her.

She's still engrossed on her phone and he starts to feel a inkling of jealousy before she blinks rapidly at her device before suddenly looking up at him, giving him her full attention.

"Do....you want to watch Netflix?"

From anyone else he would think that was a come on, an invitation to Netflix and chill. But it's Young-woo so she probably wants to watch a whale documentary before leaving him to deal with his issues on his own.

He nods in agreement though, it's an easy distracting way to pass the time.

And he desperately needs a distraction.

He sits down on the far right end of the couch and to his surprise she sits right next to him between the right and middle cushion. Almost close enough to touch.

"What do you want to watch?" He asks but he's already searching for documentaries on sea life ready to give his attention to the wonders of the deep blue.

"You should pick." She replies surprising him, he glances over at her but their seated position exposes even more of her legs so he has to force his gaze back to the TV swallowing hard as he searches for something to save him.

Nothing stands out. He can barely focus on the tv with her so close in so little.

He shifts away, glances at her, sighs, forces his attention back to the tv, before her bare legs captivate him again and he has to wrangle his mind back on track.

"Jun-ho ssi?

He mentally chastises himself channeling calmness he does not feel whatsoever.

"Yes?"

"I don't want to watch anything on Netflix."

He jumps at her confession, blinking wildly finally allowing his eyes to land on her.

"Wha--but it was your idea that we watch something on Netflix."

She pauses considering her next words, fidgeting next to him. He stiffens as her leg brushes against his knee.

"I heard that offering to watch Netflix means something else.......between couples."

What.

Surely she didn't mean..... she couldn't mean........ Right?

"Who told you that?"

"Dong Ge-- just someone." She avoids his gaze now, still unable to lie directly but by omission has gotten easier for her.

Of course he should have already known. Young-woo always went to her for advice he just didn't realize how deep that ran. He feels his cheeks burn. How much did they discuss about their relationship?

"It doesn't have to mean....that. It can just be watching Netflix too."

"I know. But I don't want to watch anything." She stresses again.

He clenches his jaw, grinding his teeth to stop his heart from racing right out his chest.

"You don't have to do anything just because.....you heard about it. I don't want to ever pressure you so we can wait until you're ready."

Then she surprises him.

"You're not listening to me."

Her tone is extremely clipped and when he glances over she looks angry, eyes flashing at him with indignation.

"I'm sorry. You're right. I just.....I didn't know you thought about things like that. I thought I was the only on--" he cuts himself off but it's too late already he's said enough.

"You think about me too?" Her voice is so soft it almost doesn't hear her and he wants to laugh at the ridiculous question; when wasn't he thinking about her?

But it was surprising that she thought about him that way. Sure sometimes he caught her looking at his arms but that wasn't the same as wanting to have.... relations.

"Yes. All the time. Do you think about me?"

He turns to look at her, the sounds from the tv inaudible to him now as he gently tosses the remote to the side freeing his hands.

"I.....do. Sometimes even more than whales. What should I do?"

"What do you think about?"

"I think about kissing you and touching you and...."

Her blush exposes some of the nature of her thoughts but he needs to hear the words before they go any further.

"Do you think about having sex with me?"

She stares at her fingers, then his arms, and then finally his face, "Yes."

He reaches out with trembling hands brushing accidentally against her bare leg before he reaches up for her shoulders, he delicately pulls her closer and she comes easily already staring at his mouth and he whines low as she closes her eyes and melts in his embrace again.

"Jesus" he groans before kissing her with all the pent up lust he's been trying to contain futilely.

Her mouth is sweet and pliant between his, allowing him to plunder with his tongue and the barest amount of teeth. When he feels her tongue attempting to return the favor, his muscles tighten and before he can second guess himself he's reaching out and lifting her into his lap for easier access to her lips.

She gasps into his mouth, her warm breath washing over him.

It pulls him back to sanity.

He slams his head back into the couch, trying to knock away the fog in his brain.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. We should calm down." 

She's extremely red and he can see and hear how fast she's breathing. He was overwhelming her he realized feeling ashamed of himself and his lack of control.

He moves his hands away from her, gripping the cushion beneath as he inhales and exhales deeply.

He starts to feel better, more in line with himself until he feels weight on his shoulders.

"Young-woo ssi?"

He pries his eyes open, only to meet her wide but determined gaze. Her hands on light on his shoulder but the weight of that implication is enough to crush him.

"I want...I want to keep going. If you want to....too."

Oh.

He wanted. God he wanted.

But was this really okay? Should he really be doing this with her on the couch of his shared apartment? He hadn't heard anything from Minwoo, things were tense after their near fist fight over his treatment of the very person in his lap. He was considering looking for a new apartment, had even considered them living together before pushing that fantasy out of his mind.

But why was he fighting this? If they both wanted it then why was he stopping it?

"I want. But I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. What do you want to do?"

But that was too much. He could see on her face that a question like that had the opposite effect of what he intended, her breathing started to hitch again.

He quickly tried to help her out.

"I know you like kissing. Is there anything else you want to try?"

She stared at him, pouting lightly before cupping his face he blinked in surprise at the suddenness of her movement.

"Can I...kiss you somewhere not on your mouth?"

Oh the places that took his imagination to but he forced his face not to reveal those thoughts.

"Yes. Go ahead."

She stared at his lips so intently he was sure she had changed her mind and decided that she preferred the familiarity of their kisses but then his face was being turned carefully and she was moving even closer into his space until then he felt her breath on his neck and he closed his eyes with a deep groan.

Her lips were hot on the thin skin of his neck, a butterfly soft kiss and then another and then something wetter with more pressure. It felt purposeful as if she had a goal. It wasn't until he felt sweet mind numbing suction that he realized exactly what was happening. He squirmed beneath her, gripping her bare thighs as she licked and sucked on the column of his neck before releasing him with a soft pop.

He was lightheaded. All the blood rushing elsewhere.

His restraint was weak, barely stopping himself from grinding up into her heat.

Then she pushed against the tender skin with her thumb and he couldn't control of hips, thrusting up instinctively.

Twin moans filled the quiet air.

He barely got an apology off his tongue when he felt her move erotically in his lap.

He latched onto her hips tightly planning to stop her so they could discuss this but she knocked the rationality out of his head with another grind onto his lap, his body immediately on board with whatever she wanted to do to him.

"Does this feel...good? Do you want to keep going?" He asks head and body light as a feather under her ministrations.

He doesn't thrust again, allowing her to grind down on him instead; chasing her own pleasure, pleasure that he could see so clearly on her face- red flushed cheeks and bright glossy eyes.

"Yes. It feels weird...but good. Can you move too? And can we kiss while we do this?"

Her wish is his command.

He tugs her closer instantly, covering her mouth again and plunging in as soon as she opens up for him, this kiss is harder than any they've ever hard before- their teeth knock together at times but neither of them notice too lost in the sensation that's taking over. It feels like a sucker punch to his hormones when she starts moving again, grinding right against where he needs her the most but there are too many layers separating them and he's so desperate he could scream.

Without breaking their kiss he lifts her up easily swallowing her shocked moan, tugs his shirt out of the way and when he puts her back down he can feel her. Can feel that hot skin through her panties.

"You feel so......so good." He can't help but pant, letting her ride him through his clothes her movements becoming more smooth and less awkward as they continue.

"Am I supposed to feel like this?" She demands voice breathy and only slightly panicked.

"How do you feel?" He pants back, squeezing his eyes shut as she continues to whine down onto him without finesse.

"Like my body is about to burst." She admits and he laughs with the ounce of air left in his lungs.

"Yeah. That's good. But you can stop anytime if it's too much."

It would be torture he can admit that but any sex they had together needed to be consensual from beginning to end, unless he didn't want it.

"I....won't stop. I want to reach the end with Jun-ho ssi."

Again with that beautiful determined face that quickly morphed into something pained and euphoric as he finally moved with her- done resisting this, clutching at her hips to drag her into perfect harmonious rhythm with him.

She made adorably sexy little squeaks as he moved his hip in a crude imitation of real sex.

As their hips quickened both chasing pleasure, she flung herself into his arms wordlessly begging him to hold her as she fell apart and he did it without hesitation squishing her into his chest as she rode him faster and faster until she stilled in his arms and let out the most erotic sound he'd ever heard in his life.

That was all it took to bring him to the cliff and over. White dots flashing behind his eyelids.

"I just had an orgasm. Some studies show that over eighty percent of women have to fake their orgasms with their partners."

He shifts uncomfortably, feeling sticky and gross now that the euphoria has lifted. Well beneath the joy and shock of what they've just done.

Then her words become coherent in his brain.

"Don't do that ever. I want to know if you aren't enjoying it."

"Okay. I think...I really enjoyed it. I'm already thinking about it again."

He stares in awe at her blatant honesty, pressing up to devour her mouth in another hard kiss that she accepts eagerly.

Maybe he wasn't the only one that wanted after all.

[kurama-is-love]

So can't stop thinking about how Kurama would react to his s/o being insecure on her body/weight etc even if she has been told before (By Kurama and others) she has no reason to worry when they get physical.... Kurama would be so sweet but his demon side I can see him getting a bit agressive if she did thi while he is in Yoko form.👀 Love to see your take on this if possible ~

I am not sure how long this ask in my inbox, because I am quite inactive on this site hahaha, I am very sorry for the late reply!

I agree with you that normal Kurama is very sweet about it, but I kinda disagree with his Yoko form, unless you mean his true Yoko form before he fused with his human self. Becase after the fusion he has more control about this form and is not as rough and forward like he used to be (I always love to compare his two Yoko selfs, his true Yoko self, before he fused, can be seen during the Dark Tournament after he got hit by that aging attack from Ura Urashima. That was the true Yoko. His "Yoko" form / side after he fused with his human self can be seen while he and the others chased Sensui and he had full control over his Yoko self. God, he is so cute with his Yoko self and Kuramas personality. Ah sorry I drifted away xD) Hahaha sorry for the long text, I just love to analyse Kurama in all sorts ♥

As for your request, I'll go with Kurama and Youko Kurama before he fused with this body, if it's alright? ♥

Kurama / Shuuichi Minamino

♥ Kurama is the most understanding boyfriend you can imagine. Like, he is never annoyed or distressed by your continous doubts about his acceptance for your body. Many other men could get a bit clumsy, when it comes to comforting body issues, but Kurama has everything under control

♥ like, he would never force you to wear something that would make you feel uncomfortable or even ugly, even though he (and his friends) never thought you are ugly in the first place

♥ nevertheless, Kurama is the kind of man, that doesn't go for the looks in the first place. So even if he would agree with you on your insecurities about yourself, he would not even think to leave your side or love someone other than you. It's your sweet and kind personality that made him fall for you. And nothing can change his feelings, even if he wake up someday and your shape was like a whale or something.

♥ he would start to take it slowly to touch your body when you are uncomfortable while being physical. If you hide your body, he approach you slowly, whispering in your ear that you don't need to hide your body from him. You are his, like he is yours, so no secrets about your bodies

♥ "*Starts tracing up your leg and moves his hand on your hip, squeezing it gently* You don't have to feel ashamed for your curves, [Y/n]. Try to see it positive: It's more lovable skin for me to touch and kiss."

♥ His blunt comment would make you blush madly and before you could answer, his lips would be on yours, kissing you tenderly while his hands continue to roam your body

♥ it may take a while to get used to it, but soon you are loving your curves es much as he does.

Youko Kurama

♥ Youko has some other methods in making you shut up about your body. He either cut you off with aggressive kisses, growling and hissing between kisses that you are perfect the way you are and if you won't stop complaining he has to punish you not that you mind him punishing you

♥ since he and his bandits are capable of stealing anything they want, Youko could also think of stealing a body-changing-potion from the Demon Palace where Kuronue died. It is said that they harbor a potion that can make your body thin and shape it at your will. Wanna have bigger boobs? drink the potion. Do you hate your big nose? Drink the potion. Do you want him to have a bigger- Eh, you get my point.

♥ You would be really grateful that he will put his life in so much danger just to get you something, that would make you feel better with your body. Though you also start to have more insecurities because you think hes getting the potion because he has problems with your body too?

♥ Youko is quite forward and moody when it comes to arguments, so if you continue to piss him off with false interpretations or your insecurities he will force feed you the potion. Though he would not force it if you are totally against it. But its his way in making you shut up

♥ honestly, I think he would state bluntly: "If you are not satisfied with your body weight, work for it to change it. Eat nutricious food, work out or drink that damn potion! You are the only one who seems to hate your body. I don't mind your weight at all, I am demon you know. I still can lift you up against a wall even if you weight 900 pounds~" "Yoko, that is not helpful at all."

[genshin-latte]

Hi sweetheart! Can I request number 18 for Zhongli? Him saying the „first snow” line 🥺 I’m craving some Christmas kisses this year!!

And we enter December ❤️

This was supposed to be an offering to him but thats fine. He doesnt fit in my team, He isn’t that op and I dont have the resources to level him nor do I have a polearm. I dont want him I dont want- ☠️☠️💀 I will not whale.

Special thanks to @dietwiceshy and @tartaglia-simp for the big help with proofreading!! Please check them out 👀👀

Prompt #18 : “You know, they say the first snow is special.”

Pairing : Zhongli x gn! Reader

Word count : 943 words

The atmosphere only grew colder as the year draws to a close. Compared to the chilly air outside the warmth inside the tea house was rather comforting, but even more so the man sitting across you. You took a sip of your tea, the warm liquid soothing your throat.

“It has been getting a lot colder.” He uttered, pouring himself another cup.

“Hm, it has. It’s a bit weird since Liyue is usually quite warm... Oh..” your eyes shifted towards the clear glass behind your companion. Flecks of white gracefully falling from the sky, some settled upon the window, leaving light beautiful marks of frost on it. “It’s snowing..” you muttered.

Zhongli followed your eyesight. “Is that so?” he chuckled. This was a scenery he had seen countless of times, something he had grown used to seeing over his thousands years of life, but perhaps, to you, it means more than a mere change of season. He saw the hint of excitement in your eyes, a soft smile gracing his features as he asked, “Would you like to go outside?”

You watched him put his tea cup down, truthfully you were a little taken aback by his suggestion. It was rather rare for him to interrupt your tea dates; furthermore for something as trivial as snow. “Perhaps I’ve thought wrong but you seem excited to see the view.” He added.

“Was it obvious?” You asked, a little embarassed. It looks like you can never quite hide your emotions when you’re with him.

“Quite” Zhongli let out a little laugh, he’s very fond of your rather childlike side, it’s truly adorable. “It’d be best if we go now, before the snow gets too thick” he made sure to grab you a coat before leading you towards the door.

You could see light layers of snow starting to cover the roofs of Liyue harbor. The golden light of winter sunset illuminating the scenery. You leaned against the balcony, making sure to take in every inch of the dazzling view. The snow looked so much more stunning up close. The flakes of white felt cold against your skin, you held out your hand letting the droplets settle on your glove. Your partner only smiled, gently stroking your hair.

“They’re pretty.” You reflexively leaned to his touch, nuzzling against his shoulder, attempting to feel more of his warmth.

“It’s a shame they will melt away once the season ends” His words seemed distant, the glimmer in his eyes matching the colour of the sun down, it was as if he was reminiscing over a fond memory. “All the more reason to appreciate them while they last.” Your circled your arms around him, attempting to give him a little sense of comfort. He placed an arm on your shoulder in response

“I suppose.” A small laugh left his lips as he said his next words “I’ve heard a saying that the first snow is special.” When was the last time he had someone to share this special moment with? he couldn’t remember.

“I believe it was between lines of professing your love during the snow...” He turned to you, his hand lovingly caressing the side of your head before trailing down to cup your face. The view might be stunning but there’s truly nothing more he’d like to remember besides your features —the warmth and love you’ve thought him— in case you too were to melt away some day.

“If you were to confess during the first snow fall, you’ll stay together for a long time.” You placed your hand on his, shifting your head so you could plant a kiss on his palm. His heart fluttered at your small gesture

“Really? Then I must say I’m quite fond of you.” You giggled at his attempt on a confession. “I’m not sure if that’s how you do it.” Your trailed off, purposely sounding suggestive.

“Then tell me,” his other hand found it’s way to your chin, tilting you to face him, “how does one confess.” You could barely breath with how close he was, his handsome features seemed so much more alluring up close. His thumb lightly traced your bottom lip, and stayed there, as if he was testing if you would pull away.

You sighed. He was being much slower than you’d like. So you leaned in, brushing your lips against his. You felt him chuckle as he pulled you in for another kiss —this time, deeper, longer. He placed his hand on the back of your head, lightly tugging at your strands while his arm circled around your waist, keeping you locked in place. He kisses you tenderly, gently, he treats you like a precious part of him, one he can’t breathe without. The ice cold snow continue to fall, landing on your hair and shoulders but in that moment, you could only feel his warmth. Truthfully if you were both to freeze along with the weather, he wouldn’t mind. If only time were to freeze... You pull away, your smile literally beaming at him. He gives you another gentle caress, flashing you a fond smile.

“I’ll be here for next year’s first snow. And the next and the next.” You laughed, excited at the thought of being able to share these moments with him.

“I would be more than glad.”

How many more seasons will time allow to have you by his side? He doesn’t know. For the snow would melt away, and the most immovable earth, even one such as himself —someday must disappear. But until then he will cherish it, as the first snow promises you’d be together for many years to come.

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"After" for the ask meme! :D Also, I don't think I'd heard of Bungou Stray Dogs before, but as a big fan of detective fiction and supernatural stuff, I'm intrigued... 👀 ~ Clyde

Thank youuuu <3

I'm gonna talk about Bungou Stray Dogs first because it's easier and I admit it took time to grow on me, I started out groupwatching the anime with some friends and the pacing's a bit clunky in the beginning (although better in the manga; the anime adapted some side material and its first integration was not elegant) plus some "anime, why?" tropes, but overall it's fun and unhinged in ways I jive with very hard. It is on the surface about Hot Troubled Superpowered Detectives vs Hot Troubled Superpowered Mafia but the extra zest to the premise is that most of the major characters and their respective powers are based on famous literary authors and their works. And I admit I didn't have enough familiarity with Japanese literature to have taken too much note at first, but naturally the Hot Troubled Superpowered Detectives and Hot Troubled Superpowered Mafia need to have desperation team ups, so enter the antagonistic American Guild. At which point if you want to see Herman Melville summon a giant flying whale ship and F. Scott Fitzgerald punch people with the power of money...you can.

Anyway, After! This is going to date me because I know for a fact I came up with it in late 2012, early 2013 and it explains everything about why I keep circling back to it and why I haven't managed to get it to work yet. I've always been a fan of fairy tales, especially fractured fairy tales, and in 2012 I was *deep* into MCU fandom and still riding the high of the first Avengers movie when this deeply cool animated action trailer came out for a new fairy tale inspired show called RWBY. So y'know, naturally this resulted in a plotbunny for my own dark, action heavy, overambitious would-be saga featuring reinterpretations of all those greatest hits destined to collapse under its own weight. But at the very least I'd like to do the beginning of the story justice and hopefully trim the fat from there; every child in the kingdom is taught to fear the fae and keep their true name hidden, but bastard daughter Cinder has only ghosts for company and is desperate to do whatever it takes to escape her abusive household, no matter the cost. (Excerpt under the readmore since I yelled about bsd too long lmao)

Talia had taught Cinder the spell, the most beloved of her dead. 

Radiant, lovely Talia, with her fair skin and gold curls–Cinder had always felt so ugly beside her, although Talia had always insisted it was not so. Talia, who’d laughed when Cinder had protested the danger.

“How strange the world has become,” she’d said, hands cool and insubstantial as she guided Cinder through the motions. “You hide your names, call the Fae monstrous–perhaps you’ve simply confused the good with the bad! The Queen That Fell cursed me at my birth, it’s true, but three of the court offered me blessings to take its teeth. I fear I will find this world a stranger when I wake, to hear it so.”

How are you so certain you sleep when I have only ever seen the dead, Cinder tried to ask, but Talia had laughed and waved it off.

Your rose-tinted world must be nearly a century old.

I have never heard of your kingdom.

But Talia had simply shook her head and pressed her hands back to her. “Hold it close,” she had said. “It is the only comfort I can give you till I wake.”