#a kiss

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To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.

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Pavel Aleksandrovich Svedomsky (Russian, 1848-1904) A kiss, Detail, n.d.

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Soulmate & Kiss - Beleg & Mablung

Dear @lycheesodas, long time no see...Nevertheless, I wanted you to know that I think of you often.

Have a little slice of Beleg x Mablung. Lots of love from me!

And that concludes February. A warm thank you to @cilil and @fellowshipofthefics for the amazing prompt lists. It was such fun to write for them!

Words: 1 060

Characters: Beleg x Mablung

Warnings: /

Beleg shifted his weight noiselessly, hoping that the thus produced slight dissonance in the melodious rustling of the leaves would not alert Mablung to his presence.

He was a man of action, everybody knew that, but—at times—he liked to simply lay still against the warm, fertile soil or cradled in the spindly arms of an old tree and soak up the peaceful atmosphere of this blessed forest.

If, by chance, Mablung appeared, doing his daily rounds, Beleg considered that a welcome blessing rather than the expected result of his meticulous, cunning planning.

In his heart of hearts, he was convinced that the stern, taciturn Marchwarden with the radiant smile had been made for him, and he was pursuing his laughably idealistic goal of romantic bliss with devoted, patient determination, seeing and interpreting portents doggedly.

To his profound sorrow, Mablung seemed perfectly oblivious to the immense happiness they could find together, though, and so—as a trained warrior and despite his own mounting impatience—Beleg had decided that he could and would bide his time.

The wind was singing a wistful, longing song that made Beleg’s heart ache with yearning as Mablung looked so utterly kissable as he tilted up his face, eyelids fluttering, as if to investigate an incongruous scent in the air.

In Beleg’s mind, a scene took shape against his will; if he were to leap from his hiding place, he might startle Mablung enough to move in and press a coy kiss onto that pensively puckered mouth.

At once, he discarded that errant thought—his colleague and friend was far too skilled a fighter not to grievously wound anyone who tried to ambush him thus.

Suppressing a whistling sigh, heavy with unspoken desires and dreams, Beleg pressed his cheek against the rough bark of the tree branch and just watched.

For now, it would have to suffice to bathe in Mablung’s noble pulchritude without being espied himself. Mayhap, the day would come when those strong arms and cool lips would be his to claim, but it was far away yet, and Beleg cautioned himself against ruining his most cherished hope by rash, imprudent actions he’d certainly regret.

Still, the forest around him whispered of scenarios so heartbreaking and devastating in their unobtainable perfection that Beleg had to grind his lips to the back of his hand lest he let slip a treacherous whimper—by now, it would indeed have been exceedingly difficult and unbearably embarrassing to explain his spying if he were to be caught by the object of his clandestine longing.

As ever, his boundless enthusiasm and unshakeable faith had led him into a situation from which he wouldn’t be able to untangle himself without great cost to his dignity and pride. Thankfully for Beleg, his heart was strong and undaunted, and so he did not resent his present discomfort if it ultimately would bring him closer to the fulfilment of all his dreams and fantasies.

Mablung’s soul blossomed into light which was translated by nought but the slightest of twitches rippling across his sensual lips.

He had grown up in this forest, and he could feel every tremulous thread of energy running like invisible rivers through it; consequently, he was eminently aware of Beleg’s presence.

He always was.

Evidently, he would never have been presumptuous enough to expect Beleg to reciprocate the deep, often painful feeling of belonging to another that beleaguered Mablung’s soul. After all, Beleg was a creature of light and joy—he was loved by every living thing he touched, and thus, one could not demand that he keep track of all those connections and bonds that tethered them to his radiance.

Mablung, on the other hand, had the deplorable tendency to overthink his every interaction. Try as he might, he’d not yet found a way to undo or alleviate the gravitational pull that chained him to Beleg in mysterious and not entirely comfortable ways.

Of course, they had known each other for so long, relying on one another in battle and peace alike, that it was hardly surprising that Mablung would be able to pick out the delicate, delightful embroidery of Beleg’s breathing and the smell of his skin from the ever-changing tapestry of the woods.

In the privacy of his own mind, Mablung nevertheless admitted that part of his being might well be seeking these tell-tale signs indefatigably, and he wondered why his friend had not made himself known.

At once, a cold shiver lanced through his heart. Had he displeased Beleg? Mablung was no fool—he knew that he was far from the most winning or engaging of comrades at times, but he had hitherto firmly believed that Beleg was inordinately fond of him.

Had he been mistaken? Had he let himself be blinded and deceived by his shameful, deep-seated hopes and wishes?

Still, he could feel the beckoning call of Beleg’s alluring presence thrum through every fibre of his being, and—no longer able to walk on in sullen silence as if he truly believed himself to be unobserved—he lifted his eyes to the tuft of dense foliage overhead within which he reckoned his friend to be hidden.

As soon as his eyes met that bright, open gaze, flashing like stars from behind lush, green leaves and shapely branches, Mablung threw himself into an impassionate apology, pleading fervently with the slack-jawed beauty to forgive him for whatever trespass of which he judged his devoted friend guilty.

“Oh, you sweet fool!” Beleg exclaimed as he gracefully leapt from his perch to throw his arms around Mablung’s torso in a shameless burst of affection. “I was merely admiring you—I imagined myself to be safe and unnoticed, which was plainly conjecture and delusion.”

Pride and embarrassment oozed from his melodious voice, and Mablung flushed upon hearing so candid a confession.

“You always frown at me so fiercely that I feel quite foolish,” Beleg went on and, placing his hands on Mablung’s shoulders, pulled himself up along that unyielding, paralysed body to reap that kiss he had fantasised about so often. “You darling dimwit,” he cooed. “I am not in the least angry at you!”

“So I surmise,” Mablung mumbled, dazed and delighted beyond words by the sensation of that silken slide of fragrant heat that made the breath stutter and falter in his tight chest. “Prove it!”

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A Kiss

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Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 386

Warnings: Nothing! 

Y/N: Your Name 

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There was mistletoe covering the camp. Someone had put them up all around and no one really knew who. I had a guess, my best friend Octavia was obsessed with getting me and her brother together. I walked up to her and crossed my arms as I watched her putting together another bundle of mistletoe. 

“What’s with the mistletoe?” I asked a little sharper than I intended. 

“It’s for you.” She said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I sighed and rolled my eyes. 

“Look Oct I love you and all, but-” 

“No! Not that!” She said, shaking her head. 

“I’m trying to help you and my idiot brother get together!” She said and I bit my lip. 

“Well, he’s not interested.” I said and she laughed. 

“You are so stupid, he is totally interested. He spends like every moment he can get with you, plus when was the last time you saw him take a girl back to his tent?” She asked with a smirk and I sighed. 

“I guess you have a point…” I mumbled with a blush. 

“Great, because there he is now.” She said and pushed me into him. I stumbled into his toned body and luckily had caught me. 

“Whoa, you alright, Y/N?” He asked and I nodded with a slightly blush on my ears. 

“Y-Yeah, sorry, just tripped.” I said and he smiled down at me. 

“Hey Bell!” Octavia called and he looked behind me. I followed his gaze and she was pointing above us with a smirk. The two of us looked up and my eyes widened. We were standing under a mistletoe 

“Well, I suppose we don’t have a choice.” He said with a smirk and I blushed. Bellamy leant down and captured my lips in a sweet electrifying kiss. He gently cupped my cheek and pushed a little deeper. When the two of us pulled back for air we each were smiling. 

“You’re adorable, Y/N.” He whispered and I blushed deeper. 

“How about we hang out after all the work is finished?” He asked and I nodded, not trusting my voice. 

“Perfect, I’ll see you later.” He said and walked off. 

“See? I told you it would work!” Octavia said, coming next to me. 

“Yeah… that was amazing…” I said happily.

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Pavel Aleksandrovich Svedomsky (Russian, 1848-1904) A kiss, n.d.