#The Flash 750

[stellasolaris]

[zukkaoru]

My ninth grade English teacher walks us through the prologue of Romeo & Juliet, explaining how it serves as a synopsis of the play, and how it spoils the ending. Here are our characters, here is where they live, here is why their love is forbidden. You will spend the next two hours learning to love them only for their blood to spill across the stage. This is the only ending they were ever meant for.

There is no universe in which Romeo & Juliet can survive.

jujutsu kaisen, gege akutami || a collection of tragedies, zukkaoru (march 15, 2023)

[id in alt text]

[jjunhui]

do you want me to set you free?

[jdfitzroy]

Writing Challenge | "Nyt Manifold"

A 750 word short story challenge taken from the centre of an imaginary novel.

by JD FitzRoy Write a 750 word fragment as if taken from the middle of a bigger story or novel. Science Fiction. ‘You got that, synth?’ the general asked. ‘Yes, sir,’ I replied. I’d seen the voikit in use, all the organics had one. It was as common among them as yawns and toilet breaks. He’d turned the cube over in his ancient, leathery hand. They got so old, so quickly, momentarily drifting.…

[donaldoo234]

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[stellasolaris]

When I was a little girl, my only friend had to move away. Ever since then, I haven't had a single friend I could dance with. But now that I'm part of the Winx, I have nothing to be afraid of.

[getoffer2024]

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[newmedicen]

Shein $750 Flash Poll

As of my last knowledge update in January 2022, I don't have specific information about a Shein $750 Flash Poll. It's possible that such a promotion or event occurred after that date, or it might be a specific promotion that I'm not aware of.

click here:https://rewardtrick.com/shein-750-flash-poll/

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[jdfitzroy]

Writing Challenge | "Clockwork 1833"

Historical fiction. A writing challenge. Write a 750 word fragment as if taken from the middle of a bigger story or novel.

by JD FitzRoy Write a 750 word fragment as if taken from the middle of a bigger story or novel. Historical Fiction. ‘It is my pleasure.’ ‘Indeed, indeed. I must admit, I was surprised to find you so engaged. Especially for someone so… young,’ Charles said. Ada followed Charles up whispering stairs, into his study. Curtains drawn, the dark furnishings and thick drapes consumed the light.…

[thepaperpanda]

Welcome back home || Lucifer x f!reader

Summary: You find yourself eagerly awaiting Lucifer's arrival back home

Warnings: praise kink, rough sex

Word count: 750

Authors: Bear

A/N: I'm so happy to partake in this exhilarating Kinktober '23 Collaboration. My prompts were: praise kink & rough sex

Masterlist

"Welcome back home," you say, your voice breathless with excitement as you catch sight of Lucifer. He's beaming, swiftly kicking the door shut before pulling you close and claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. Your anticipation for Lucifer's return is palpable, as you detest the solitude that accompanied his business absences. You crave his presence and the excitement it brings, making the moments apart feel like an eternity of isolation.

"You look absolutely stunning, Y/N," he whispers, his lips trailing down the side of your neck. "Exquisite. It fits you perfectly, doesn't it?"

You're adorned in the lingerie he thoughtfully sent you, and nothing else. It's a delicate ensemble of strappy lace that barely qualifies as panties, a matching bra, and a short silk robe. Even when he's away from Devildom, he still loves to spoil you. You pull back just enough to give him a little twirl, and his dark eyes devour every inch of your body with hungry desire.

He licks his lips sensually, wrapping his arms around you once more, his hands eagerly squeezing your enticing curves. Your entire being feels ablaze with desire. "Did you do as I asked?"

"Yes," you reply, your voice a sultry whisper.

"Really? For three whole weeks?" He teases, sliding a leg between yours, allowing you to rock your hips against his thigh. The heat between your bodies intensifies, and you can't help but fear you might leave a telltale wet spot on his impeccably fitted uniform pants. "You didn't make yourself cum?"

"I promise," you swear, trying to contain your excitement.

"That's my obedient girl," he grumbles. "Just give me a few minutes."

Lucifer's shower seems to be over in a flash, yet the minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity for you. The anticipation hang heavy in the air, making your heart race.

As soon as you hear the water cease, a surge of desire compells you to action. Your hand find its way between your thighs, fingers delicately tracing the path along your slick, heated pussy. You gasp. "Lucifer..."

The panties he had sent are far from ordinary; they are crotchless, leaving your pussy exposed and framed by their sensual lace. Every movement seems calculated to draw attention to the treasure concealed within, and you can't help but feel the excitement building inside you. The knowledge that he will soon walk through that door, catching you in this passionate act, send a shiver of excitement coursing through your body. With bated breath, you continue to explore your own desires, slowly succumbing to the intoxicating sensations that radiated from your wet, warm core.

And then, like a perfectly orchestrated moment, he appears, his intense black eyes immediately locking onto the very place where you were pleasuring yourself with a deliberate and sensual rhythm. He didn't bother with a towel, standing there completely naked, his dick rock hard, already leaking precum from the slit on his tip.

It's clear that he had missed you just as intensely as you had yearned for him. The electric chemistry in the room crackles, a magnetic pull drawing you both together.

“That’s my girl,“ he says, in a sinful low rasp. "Good, little girl."

He gently caresses himself, his own touches sending shivers down his spine. Slowly, he ascends the bed, his desire evident in every calculated move. Hooking his strong arms under your knees, he skillfully spreads your legs, granting him an unobstructed view of your eager pussy, clenching aroung nothing. The head of his throbbing cock brushes against your longing entrance, and an involuntary, passionate groan escapes your lips. “Is this what you want?” he asks, eyes dark as he looks down at you.

“Please,” you gasp. “Please, I was so good!”

“I know you were, princess,” he soothes, and fucks into you with one smooth thrust.

In the throes of passion, you can't help but moan, your body arching upward in anticipation. Your desire brings you to the brink, and you tremble with the intensity of it all. "Please," you gasp.

Lucifer engages in an unrelenting, rhythmic motion, his hips swaying back and forth with precision as he fully penetrates you. A series of subdued grunts escape his lips as he revels in the incredible sensation of your wetness enveloping around his throbbing cock.

"Oh, Lucifer!" You moan, yor head rolling back to the mattress.

“You can come, sweetheart,” he says, and you’re clenching around his dick, seeing white sparks of unbearable pleasure even before he says, “You earned it, my good, little pet.”

[arachine]

pairing: shy!inexperienced!charlie walker x fem!reader warnings: corruption, blow job, unprotected sex, loser charlie, whiny charlie + so sorry for clogging ethan’s tags but i am a whore for interaction! reblogs are highly appreciated >.< wc: 750

corruption with shy!inexperienced!charlie is something so special to me. just the sheer mental image of him trembling beneath your touch. head fogged with lust, palms all slick with perspiration because his hands have been nestled in the thick of your hair for the past half hour.

he’s very well past his limit, and you know this, but you disregard his—rather ill—attempts to swat you away. one more, you tell him. but one more is never really one more. it’s two more, then three more, then six more—and now he’s lost count. so instead of fighting, he relinquishes his body to you. lets you tease and touch, lick and suck, until his limbs melt into the plush of his stab themed duvet. 

“oh, god,” he groans with a hand thrown over his mouth, “‘m gonna, ‘m gonna–shit–yeah, keep doing that.” immediately, you pull off of him with a wet pop, wiping away a dew droplet of spit from the side of your mouth. 

“that feel good?” you query, smoothing a gentle palm up and down his shaft. there’s a hint of mischief in your voice–it’s teasing, but nonetheless, the question is genuine. 

“yeah, ’s ni–“ charlie starts, but is promptly cut off when you lick a long stripe up his length. like a minx, you furrow your brows and feign confusion—as if you don’t know what you’re doing when you lick him like that—look at him like that. when you rub the smooth skin of your cheeks against it, and leave a trail of wet kisses along the side of it. 

“huh? couldn’t hear you, baby,” you pout, rubbing a thumb up and over his weeping slit. the boy mumbles an expletive under his breath. sits up on his elbows and flashes you a look of disdain for making him repeat himself, though, you know it’s disingenuous. 

“f-feels…good,” he manages to huff out, “really good.” you smile at his sincerity, and halt your ministrations altogether, rising from your haunches to stand above him. the loss of touch coaxes a noise from him, somewhere in between a whine and a whimper, and he almost slips from the bed trying to pull you back towards him. 

“nuh uh,” you admonish, nudging his chest back with the tip of your foot. when he tries to move again, you push him all the way down against the bed, until your foot rests flat and firmly on the crest of his chest. this time, he seems to get it, ultimately accepting defeat. he retrieves back to his initial position, and plants his elbows deep into the cushion of his mattress.

charlie watches intuitively as you slowly retract your foot. his eyes dance across the expanse of your face, and although the room is dimly lit, he can still make out the devilish smirk gracing your features. one by one, you begin to discard articles of clothing, and it’s then that charlie’s starting to get the picture. oh, he thinks, it’s happening.

he feels like he should do something, like he should prepare, but he knows that any advance he makes will only result in another reprimanding. and, fuck, he can’t help but to squirm around because never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be in this position—both figuratively and literally—which is, naked from the waist down, leaning back on his embarrassingly small twin sized bed, while the prettiest girl at woodsboro high strips down in front of him. 

and not only did you suck him off, but you were going to take his virginity. at least he thinks you are. because now you’re inching closer to him, and straddling him, and—

“holy shit,” he drawls, involuntarily springing forward when you sink down on him. an intense flood of warmth surges to the pit of his belly like liquid lightning, and like the virgin he is, he almost lets a load out right then and there. pathetic, he thinks. 

“not g-gonna last, not like this,” he spits through gritted teeth, “too warm, ’s t-too much, i c-can’t.” though, before he can finish, you interrupt him with a drag of your hips, and raise a single digit to his lips.

“shh, i know, i know. you’re doing so good,” the pad of your thumb swipes his cheek, “gonna take care of you, make you feel good,” you assure, “don’t you want me to help you?”

“y-yeah, shit, yeah,” charlie nods, throwing his head back against his sheets.

“then give me one more.” 

© arachine 2023

[stellasolaris]

[fourmoony]

Just thinking about Sirius trusting reader enough to do his hair :,) or maybe she experiments with putting his hair in curlers/curling it. I could even imagine Sirius owning a Dyson airwrap to have the best blowouts 😭💀

Sirius would 100000% own the dyson air wrap!!! Thanks for requesting, babe!

cw: none

750 words, modern au

You're not sure where Sirius learned his money managing skills from (or if he even has any), but the pleased smile and child-like excitement over his brand new hair dryer is something you refuse to admonish. Though, you're sure even if you tried, you'd fail.

Your boyfriend bounces happily on the balls of his feet, hair sopping wet and plastered to his face. Water droplets seep into his grey shirt but Sirius doesn't seem to care. Not when he's too busy making bedroom eyes at the unopened box on the bathroom counter. He'd been so happy when John Lewis finally had the Dyson Air Wrap back in stock, had dragged you out of bed this morning to drop an easy five hundred quid on it. Your head had spun with the realisation of just how rich your boyfriend actually is.

He's not flashy with his money. Irresponsible, yes. But being there to witness a classic Sirius-Black-Irresponsible-Purchase had really solidified the knowledge that your boyfriend is filthy rich.

"Okay, I'll grab a stool and you set it up." He says, turning to make for the stool that sits under your dressing table.

"Wait, you want me to do it?" You yell after him.

Sirius makes noise everywhere he goes. He's loud and abrasive, jagged around the edges. He loves so loud that it only makes sense his entire personality is the same. There's thumps and grumbles as he bumps into things all the way along the hall, the tell tale sounds of the stool scraping along your freshly painted hallway. "Well who else would do it?" Sirius rounds the corner, flashes his teeth in a wide grin that he knows will make you fold.

"What makes you think I'm qualified?"

Sirius shrugs, "The fact that I'm one hundred percent not. You're good at everything, sweetness."

He knows flattery works like a charm, especially when he pairs it with his best flirty eyes. You sigh, reaching for the box and unravelling all of the corresponding pieces. It's high tech, incredibly high tech. Sirius fidgets on the stool as you watch a video on your phone, lips curled between your teeth in concentration.

It takes a while to get the hang of, and you're sure you'll get better in time. Sirius softens and relaxes as much as he ever allows himself to as your fingers work through his hair, as you brush and comb and dry it. He hums and sighs and even closes his eyes. It's peaceful and intimate and it allows you to come to a startling realisation that Sirius has never asked you to do his hair for him before.

He's not prissy about his hair. He'll let anyone touch it. He actually begs for people to play with his hair. But he's never outright asked you to fix it up for him, prefers to get it sitting perfect by himself because he believes it to be his best asset. You'd have to disagree with him on that. His eyes never fail to amaze you, nor his smile.

"All done." Your voice seems to pull him out of a daydream.

His eyes open and he smiles wide, turning in the stool in an instant until he can take your hands in his. "Bad news, sweetheart, you're going to have to do this every day." He informs you, standing until his hands can reach your hips.

He pulls you into him, a little roughly, but catches you with his own body, lips ducking down to press to your forehead. You resist the urge to tell him you'd be happy to do his hair every day, if only to feel the intimacy and pride of being the one person he trusts to style his hair.

"Such a travesty." You feign indifference, lips pressed to his collar bone where it peeks out of his shirt.

Sirius shivers at the contact. "Easy, sweetness. I know my hair is super hot and stuff, but we have dinner reservations with James and Remus. They'll get pissy if we cancel to have sex."

"Again." He adds after a second.

You scoff, pushing your boyfriend away whilst he barks with laughter. Heat creeps up your neck as you exit the bathroom, ignoring Sirius' shouts down the hallway that he could make an exception for a quickie.

"Thanks, baby!" He calls a moment later.

You can't fight the smile that toys at your lips as you pick out an outfit for dinner.

[corroded-hellfire]

Could you do something like Eddie comforting y/n after she has a nightmare? Maybe like she has a nightmare of losing him in the upside down? And he comforts her telling her that he’s still here. Just an idea. I like the fluffy romance involved in just comforting someone. It’s sweet and sensitive

We all need Eddie to comfort us once in a while 💙

Words: ~750

“Eddie! Eddie! No!” 

He bolts up in bed, frantically looking around. The dead of night silence is broken by your cries and in Eddie’s bleary-eyed state he’s not sure where you are or what’s wrong. 

“Babe?” Eddie asks, bringing one hand up to rub at his left eye. He finally gets his vision to focus, and he sees you asleep next to him, a deep frown pinching your usually peaceful face. “Sweetheart, wake up.”

You show no indication of hearing him through whatever turmoil you’re experiencing in your sleep, so he leans down and gives you a gentle shake. Your unease seems to wane, but a few whimpers still fall from your lips. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he coos. He gives you a shake that is a little harder this time and it’s enough for you to snap your eyes open.  The way you look around in fear, your chest heaving for breath has Eddie’s stomach turning. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. It was just a bad dream.”

Eddie can see the moment you realize that you aren’t dreaming anymore. Instead of looking relieved though, your eyes get even bigger and you search for him in the dark. As soon as you see him, you lean forward and practically tackle him with the ferocity in which you cling to him. He has no choice but to fall flat on his back as your arms wrap around his neck and you pull your body as close as physically possible to his.

“Whoa, whoa, what’s going on?” he asks. One hand gently cups the back of your head while the other rubs calming circles in the middle of your back. 

You mumble something unintelligible against his skin, making Eddie attempt to pull away from you a bit. It’s the wrong move, though. A whimper escapes your lips as you squeeze him even tighter.

“Angel, it’s alright. I’m here, everything is okay,” he soothes. “I just couldn’t hear what you said.”

Reluctantly, you pull your face away enough for him to be able to understand you.

“Nightmare.” Your voice is rough, a combination of having just been asleep and the emotion swelling up inside of you. 

I figured that, Eddie thinks but doesn’t say. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He can feel you shake your head against him. There’s a pause, then he feels you nod. With a sniffle, you untangle yourself enough from him that you’re both able to readjust. Eddie turns on his side, coming face to face with you, and keeps his arms snug around your body. 

“Whatever it was, it’s not real,” he assures you.

“I-It was the Upside Down,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. 

A sympathetic frown pinches Eddie’s face and he nods his head. “I have dreams about it, too.” He reaches up and smooths some of your hair away from your face. “Was this one about me?”

The question is what finally makes the tears spring up in your eyes. Eddie knows the answer even before you give a feeble nod of your head. Gently, he reaches down and wipes away a stray tear with his thumb. 

“It was just a dream, baby. I’m right here.” He takes one of your hands and places it right over his beating heart. The pounding is a little fast because of the abruptness in which he woke up, but it’s there and reassuring, nonetheless.  “C’mere.”

Without hesitation, you move in and burrow your head into his chest. Tears leak onto Eddie’s shirt, but you couldn’t care less as you hold onto him for dear life. 

“Everything is okay, sweetheart. I’m okay. I’m here with you.”

You hear his words, but it takes your brain longer to soak them in. The horrific images of your nightmare keep flashing in your head. The most unimaginable loss and feeling of hollowness. As if Eddie can sense you’re reliving it, he squeezes you in his arms and presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

“I love you so much, Eddie,” you whisper.

“I love you too, baby. And I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me for a long, long time.”

“Good,” you say, peeking up at him. A soft smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and he leans down to peck your nose. 

“How about I make us pancakes in the morning?” he offers.

“Sounds good.”

“Want to try and get some more sleep?” 

“I’ll try.”

“Don’t worry,” he tells you. “I won’t let go of you the whole time.”

“Promise, Munson?”

“Cross my heart, sweetheart.”

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

♡︎𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢♡︎

Day 18 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: He wants to get you pregnant, and he can't wait.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

750 words.

Shouto's hunger for you is insatiable.

He's never wanted anything in his life more than he wants the feeling of your lips clashing with his- he fantasizes about it at work, just imagining what it would be like to pump you full of his cum right there at his desk.

So when he finally came home to the smell of fresh food that his wife had so generously made, a sigh of relief escaped parted lips.

Part of him still doesn't quite believe that he actually married you, but nevertheless, he slips his arms around your waist and mutters into the freshly washed skin of your neck. Strawberries and cream scented soap invades his senses, and your hair is cold to the touch, probably still a little damp from the shower.

"You know you don't have to cook for me, right? I'm happy to come home and cook for you..."

He trails off at the dismissive flick of your wrist and your faint smile, tilting his head in the likeness of a confused puppy.

The truth is, although you limit yourself to cooking simple, homely dishes, you take pride in catering for your little hero. And that's exactly what you tell him. You're proud of him. And you're proud to look after him as much as you possibly can.

This may have been lost in translation, however, since you next find yourself being bent over the kitchen counter. Maybe he has a praise kink?

Shouto feels so loved, and he can practically feel your devotion radiating off of you. All that he can think about is fucking you 'till daylight. Maybe he won't wear a condom.

Fuck it. He's not wearing a condom. Images of your belly bulged with a future baby flash in his head, enticing him, and it doesn't take much for you to crumble under his touch.

He wants to make you pregnant. He wants to fill you up and have you bear his children.

Of course, the two of you have talked about having kids in the past, so this isn't a completely new feeling, but he's feeling awefully bold and very, very needy today, so even as you squeak and scold him in a hushed voice, telling him that dinner's going to be ready soon, he makes up his mind that he's gonna be quick. He wouldn't want all of your efforts to go to waste.

"I'll be quick- I just want to fill you up before dinner... I want to make you pregnant, baby"

You're stunned silent, hearing Shou's soft breaths by your neck and whining as your belly already stirs. You slowly nod your head, figuring that he's hungry for something that's not dinner.

It's not like you can deny how turned on you are right now though.

It doesn't even take a second for him to be lifting your loose skirt and tearing your underwear off of your body, and the faint sound of his zipper being undone catches your ears. So no prep, then.

It's not like it makes any difference, after all, since almost every morning you like to wake your husband up with morning sex, but you've never done it without a condom before...

He slips right in without a problem, the feeling of slowly being filled with your boyfriend arching your back and drawing out a little mewl. He pants softly, already being merciless with each thrust of his hips as you take in the full feeling of your lovers cock, and each little ridge and vein brushing against velvety walls.

Already Shou is close, imagining your tummy filled with his seed and your curves filled out in the perfect picture of fertility. You can still smell the stress of the day on him as he bends you over the clean kitchen counter, his hand placed firmly on your mid-back to hold you down while he fucks your brains out.

Once you feel his twitching and that sudden telltale warmth deep in your core, you can tell he just came, and the overwhelming thought of being filled until you're sure to be pregnant has you tightening and spasming around him, cumming on your lover's spent cock.

Part of him wants to make a joke about having desert before dinner as he catches his breath, marking your neck with love filled kisses and bites, but he thinks that may be overkill.

But hey, the overwhelming urge to tell dad jokes all of a sudden must be good news, right?

© 2022 not-your-fucking-kacchan

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[theabysss]

Morning

pairing: sagau!Zhongli x Reader

summary: Yesterday you asked Zhongli to wake you up, but in the morning something goes wrong.

warnings: yandere, possessive & obsessive thoughts, religious + cult themes.

word count: 750

Zhongli took a deep breath before knocking on your chambers door.

"Your Grace, it's already dawn, it's time to get up."

Yesterday you yourself asked him to wake you up early, because you wanted to go on a picnic with a traveler early in the morning. Zhongli has extinguished the brief flash of jealousy at your decision to spend time with someone other than him. When this happened and the focus of your attention shifted to someone else, he only had to console himself with thoughts that he was your most faithful follower and no one could compare with him in the ardor of his worship.

Zhongli strained his ears, but did not hear any sounds indicating your awakening. He froze undecidedly in front of the doors of your chambers, should he have been a little louder. Geo Archon slightly raised his voice and repeated his words, but the answer was still the same silence.

Zhongli hesitantly raised his hand over the door handle. The mere thought of entering your chambers and having the honor of beholding your sleeping figure sent chills down his spine. But you yourself asked him to wake you up, he simply followed the order of the Creator Teyvat. Having mustered his resolve, Zhongli pressed the handle and it opened with a quiet click.

Dawn rays painted your room in yellow-orange hues. Zhongli licked his dry lips and walked over to your bed. You were lying completely covered with a blanket and unfortunately Zhongli your face was turned away from him. In the dream, you were hugging a Rex Lapis dragon plush toy tightly. Zhongli allowed himself a short, happy smile at the sight. From the moment he found out that you prefer to fall asleep hugging his plush toy, he always wanted to see it. And it was truly a wonderful picture, perfect.

Zhongli seemed to have forgotten that he was supposed to wake you up and was completely absorbed in the contemplation of your face and the sound of your breathing. He noticed how you smiled at something happening in a dream and part of him desperately wished that it was he who dreamed you and made you smile. After all, he was your most faithful follower, who should have the honor of accompanying you even in your dreams. No one could compare to him and no one else was worthy of such a privilege.

"Your Grace."

Zhongli called you again, his voice was full of awe, it's amazing how much passionate devotion and reverence he put into those two words. This time, Zhongli's attempt finally took off and you sleepily opened your eyes and turned around at the sound of Zhongli's voice.

When you called his name, yawning, he felt an incalculable number of goosebumps pass through his body. The sound of his name coming out of your mouth has always set his blood on fire. True, your next words surprised him greatly.

"Zhongli I dream about you, right?"

Zhongli was about to refute your words, but did not have time. Suddenly you grabbed his arm and pulled him to your bed. Geo Archon felt the blood roar in his ears and his heart beat wildly, he awkwardly propped his knee on the bed and loomed over you.

"If this is my dream, I want you to lie next to me."

You pulled harder, forcing the man to lie down next to you and satisfactorily threw your leg over him and carelessly went back to the  arms of Morpheus.

All Zhongli could do now was lie helplessly next to you. The weight of your leg on his thigh, the scent of your hair and your warm breath on his chest. It was all too, too good, too unbelievable, maybe he was the one who was sleeping. In the end it was all too wonderful to be true. Closeness to you to His Grace made the fiery spring coil in the bottom of his stomach. Zhongli hesitantly wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you a little closer. The sound of your heartbeat filled Zhongli's ears, it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

Should he have tried to wake you up, you certainly wouldn't be happy if you missed your planned picnic. But maybe Zhongli could stay with you just a little longer, just a little bit. Not for long, he will definitely wake you up, but now… he wanted to enjoy this sweetest wonderful moment. When His Grace was in his hands.

Reblogs, comments, are always greatly appreciated! ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ