#have some silly fluff

[pumpkinmagekupo]

What is Love?

Long past sunset, Aymeric was sitting in his study, a book open in his hands though he had failed to read any of the words in it for the past twenty minutes. His stomach was jumping around anxiously and a sharp knock at the door made him jolt straight out of his chair, the book falling to the desk with a light thud. “Enter.”

He tried to recover his composure as his steward announced, “My lord, Count Edmont has arrived.”

“Wonderful - could you bring us some tea, please.”

“Of course, my lord.” The steward disappeared; Aymeric left his study and headed down to the living area, steeling himself for the conversation he was about to have. 

He found Edmont seated near the fireplace. “Count Edmont, good evening. Thank you for coming at my behest,” Aymeric greeted him, bowing as the older man rose to his feet to offer the same courtesy. 

“Far be it for me to ignore such a summons.” Once they were seated Edmont raised his eyebrows. “How can I be of help?” 

Aymeric went rigid. “I-that is-” He suddenly found himself tongue tied. Oh, by the fury- he groaned inwardly. The steward’s timely intervention with the tea was a good diversion; Aymeric took a deep breath as it was poured. Sitting up straight, he tried again. “I wish to ask for your blessing to marry Mizuki,” he said firmly.

Edmont stopped as he reached for the cup, retracting his hand. 

“Should I not have given it, I doubt it would stop either of you,” he replied with a teasing tone to his voice. “Although she is not legally my child, I am honoured you would seek my approval first.” Edmont nodded, finally reaching for the cup of tea. “Of course you have my blessing.”

Snippet from: What is Love

Aymeric is determined to propose to Mizuki but luck is simply not on his side. (°◡°♡)

[emberglowfox]

i dont think the sages are distinctly aware of everything their avatars are doing, but i imagine some things probably bleed through

[probablyanalienindisguise]

I contracted a plague again thus am just sending random doodles I've done and just haven't posted yet

My secret (I enjoy using cat cuddling photos for references)

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

he likes trying to be smooth but he's too much of a simp not to melt before he finishes a sentence

get smooched, idiot

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 12

Geralt has a thing for biting. Jaskier has a thing for not looking like a mauling victim the day he performs at a very prestigious court. Geralt agrees he'll hold off on the biting for a few nights, so Jaskier is "presentable." But now he looks unclaimed. He looks like he has nobody that loves him and watches over him. Nobody that can bite him in the heat of passion. Geralt sucks it up and decides that he'll just have to come along to make sure nobody gets any ideas about doing anything to his bard. And so what if he spends most of the night staring longingly at Jaskier's neck like some kind of starved vampire? Who says you get to judge? *grumpy witcher noises*

[screamingcrows]

it's Saturday; don't forget to terrorize your local scholar. Short Dottore fluff below.

You brushed it off as restlessness the first time. Anticipation perhaps? Zandik had been gone a while after all.

Kisses were peppered down his chest and stomach, remembering to pay extra reverence to the countless patches of marred skin. Little licks teased at the edge of his underwear before you tugged it down, - not enough to free the growing bulge - not quite done with your fun to indulge his desire.

Zandik was used to getting what he wanted in his own time, and the hungry glint in his eyes when you looked up from the expanse of his skin was a testament to his restraint. Closing your eyes, your lips descended upon the dip of his waist, not quite having the time to relish in his soft sigh before it morphed into a clipped sound akin to the cry of a wounded beast.

The second time was difficult to ignore as he jolted underneath you, muttering an apology for the quite determined knee that had caught you between your legs. It took a moment for you both to regain some composure, his rough palm rubbing your hip gingerly all the while.

By then, a hypothesis had begun to take shape, and as any good scholar would - and you were determined to make him proud by acting as such - a third replicate was necessary to ensure significance. All thoughts of bringing him satisfaction vanished. Therefore, it was with no remorse when your teeth sank into the tender flesh just above his hipbone, lips tugging into a satisfied smirk as Zandik tensed, fingers gripping the sheets tighter as he fought what was no doubt another instinctual reaction.

You gracefully ignored his little hiss of "quit it", letting your tongue drag across the quickly forming goosebumps. Another huff passed his lips accompanied by a small shiver. It was captivating to witness. Usually composed enough that people around him forgot his humanity, seeing him struggle to keep still, chest thrumming beneath your hands, was nothing short of a treat.

Proudly, you sat up, fully aware of the wicked glint in your eyes, finding amusement in the tired one he shot back. It was no doubt hubris keeping him from expressing more dissatisfaction than that.

The subdued chuckles you got from pinching at his sides were precious, fledgling glimpses of the life that you would surely come to lead once Pierro's play came to an end. Still, it was far from enough in that moment. Not when you could see how he worried at his already chapped lip, hands swatting fervently as though you no more than the bugs of Sumeru. A little nuisance. His little nuisance, if the sliver of fondness hidden in those garnet eyes could be trusted.

It was an exercise of trust, you realized, a man with his past laying himself bare and relinquishing control as you prodded at all that he was. Warmth bloomed in your chest, briefly stilling your hands to rub tenderly at his waist as you smiled down at him.

It was when you dove back down, licking with renewed vigor and intent that he broke. In a moment, his expression morphed from quiet discontent to pure disbelief, swatting incredulously at the hands now pinching his sides, choking out little protests between full laughs. The purest symphony rang out in your shared chambers, vibrations travelling from his chest to your heart as he laughed without restraint. Everything seemed a little brighter, hardships irrelevant when presented with the sight of glittering tears rolling down his cheeks, large palms trying to encircle your wrists.

Zandik did eventually succeed in wrestling you off, trapping your hands against his heaving chest by pulling you close, warm puffs of air hitting the top of your head as he slowly regained his bearings. A thin layer of sweat coated his skin and had you whining in protest when he rubbed himself against you, lips pressing against your forehead before his whispered promise of revenge reached your ears.

[comfortless]

what if König does see his knight being more ladylike? or maybe even in a dress? sorry they’re just so cute i love this au lol

you are never getting her into a gown… not ever.

except at a special event (:..?

There’s a summons for König and the lady knight to attend a ball. At the castle, no less. The sheet of parchment dents weighty in her hand as she tugs it free from the message board at the center of town— a list of names, hers and König’s included; quite high, too, above even dukes and duchesses from foreign kingdoms and a wonderful knight who had braved an attempted siege and won the King victory.

It makes no sense… they’re essentially hired thieves, roaming through caverns of filth filled with the dead, stealing what’s never been their own and never will belong to them for profit. There’s no honor in their work, despite the way she puffs her chest in pride and so often declares that one of these expeditions will earn her a seat at the royal table.

Still… they had retrieved that object for the Queen, and it seemed the materialistic royalty deemed that well and good enough to consider them worthy.

König is unperturbed— he’s never been one for these formal affairs, dressing up in a tight fitting suit of ruffled fabric, chest adorned with a shimmering brooch and his blade kept tucked away far out of reach. His knight on the other hand… Her face is practically glowing, he’s never seen her smile so wide or so sweetly.

Of course… she doesn’t have some silky gown to her name, only cold steel and endless straps… not even a proper corset. König can’t help but notice her pout when they begin to prepare. Though he thinks she’s pretty, perfect even as battle-worn she is, it’s clear she wants to be more so as she stares longingly out of the window of the inn at all of the beautiful ladies riding on horseback to approach the castle gates, their gowns each as intricate and immaculate as the braids and curls and lengths of their hair.

He doesn’t get it- he’ll just go in his normal clothes, but like any proper suitor would do… he buys her a gown from the tailor a few buildings past the inn. The most expensive one he can get his paws on with the hoard of gold they collected from their last adventure. (Who knew slaying a few reanimated skeletons to give a cursed femur and jaw bone to an old witch could count as a job?!)

The dress is certainly… tailored to his preferences: it’s a lacy thing, dyed a shimmering bluish gray, creamy lace trims along the cuffs and hems, the collar dipping down into a ‘v’ to properly frame her tits. He didn’t expect it to be any lovelier than what his imagination supplies when she does put it on, and yet he finds himself utterly stifled by the sight.

He’s seen her nude, pawed at and groped her hundreds of times, but as she stands before him shyly lifting the dress at her hips and glancing at the wall, the floor, anywhere except from directly at him… his pulse begins to race. Of course, he picks her up and buries his face against her neck, whispering about how pretty she is, how much he adores every new side of her, and promptly ruins it by detailing how he would like to tug her laces loose with his teeth later in the evening after the dancing is all over. She shoves him away, hissing like a startled kitten but he’s certain she casts him a little smirk the moment that he does relax his grip.

The ball is no less extravagant than she had expected. Food and luxury wine adorn every table: cheeses, fresh baked bread, smoked meats and pies, fruit of many kinds, and the wine all sweet and bitter and so very unlike the thick mead that burns as it goes down that they’re accustomed to. The dresses, the elaborate dances, the beautiful sounds of music feathering through the air- all of it. She even gets to drink from a goblet made of silver, and her eyes light up when a servant fills it to the brim.

König despises it all.

He tucks himself away, flooding himself with food and the few gilded pitchers of actual ale he’s managed to threaten a servant into retrieving. He notices the eyes on her always, as she dances with the other ladies and smiles adoringly over at him each time their eyes meet. Her grace translates well here from battle, each step taken with some extracted precision that she’s learned from flailing her blade around in the darkness… her partners giggle against her ear as they curl their arms around her, many adrift to either side waiting for a turn.

It’s only when a man does approach his lady knight that König’s had enough. She’s tipsy and far too cute, stands out like pure treasure amongst this adoring flock, and the bastard’s eyes are on her breasts when he asks her to dance. The other man is yanked back by his scruff and tossed to the marble floor, eliciting startled gasps and even… some sweet sighs from the women surrounding as they fawn over how romantic it must be that a brute like him wouldn’t allow another man near her.

His knight only smiles at him when he leads her away, out of the grand hall and down the corridors of the castle until they find themselves before a window that seems to overlook the entire kingdom. The music still plays, the voices still chatter, but they’re all muffled and subdued someplace far away… and König only feels the world seem to come to a grinding halt when she asks him to dance with her here.

He doesn’t have the same tact or skill as the others when he moves: swaying her in a grip like iron ‘round her waist, dipping with her when her back arcs that almost leaves his face flush with her chest. It’s clumsy at best, far less flowery and sweet than when she danced with the other women, but he tries his best to not entirely ruin her night— unaware that she’s far too drunken and giddy to care. She wouldn’t have batted an eye if he had snapped that man’s neck, if only he rewarded her patience with a dance like this.

They meld together, a perfect fit when she stands on his boots and drapes her arms around his neck to press her chin to his chest. The frolic comes to a quiet end as they whisper back and forth about what happens next, after tonight. When the sun rises and they’re back on their feet… He swears to her that they’ll buy a horse, subtly hints that the offer to settle will always be present and she only shushes him with a kiss, one that she laughs into as she tastes the ale on his tongue.

Those strings are, in fact, loosened by his teeth as she lies on their shared bed with him later into the evening. He traces every dip and curve of her body through the silk as he works away at relieving her of the gown, then the corset with slow, precise movements and tugs. She laughs again when he hisses praises from behind her, licks and nibbles a hot path along her skin, rests his head against the smooth flesh of her back when the corset finally lays to either side of her.

His fingertips graze from the back of her neck, to her shoulder, further along the middle of her back before he stops himself. Despite the near constant ache, this isn’t how or where he wants this done: in some rundown inn outside of the castle, her veins flooded with red wine. Instead, he only pulls her close in a cuddle, massages at her tits as she thanks him for accompanying her, for dancing with her despite his gait being more like a newborn foal than a proper stallion.

And when the moon finally reaches a peak in the night sky, her breathing slow and soft while she rests her head against his chest, he kisses the top of her head and pulls her in closer. Tells her that he likes either side of her, knight or lady it mattered not, so long as she remains at his side like this.

She nods to her own damnation, contentedly swearing her oath to him with one word, “Forever.” It comes in a soft murmur, eyelids already fluttering as he squishes her closer against him.

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Limp Bizkit featured in Crossbeat & RPM (Rock & Pops) Japanese Magazines (2000)

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

"Cuhut it out- you guys!" "Nu-uh, not until you're all perked up first! You don't want those gym challengers meetin' with an ol' mopey leader, do ya?" "Whitney's right, dear friend. No need to hide that beautiful smile of yours, alright?~"

What it takes to cheer up Johto's beloved ghost boy 👻💕

[writing-with-gremworm]

A Bothersome Herbivore

I'm not sure when it happened, this tiny herbivore started clinging to me. It's hard to get a break since they follow me everywhere. When I nap, they nap beside me. When I eat, they follow along. Though, the latter is better than the time they slept so soundly I was able to leave them for a few days. When I went back to my normal napping spot they were sitting like a dejected mouse. They had teary little eyes, and their complexation was terrible.

I learned later that they slept through lunch, so they ended up just not eating the first day, and they refused to move during the weekend when I hadn't retuned yet. The worst part about it is they were so happy when I came back. They were like a stupid dog, so happy to cling to me again.

I let them be for a while. It wasn't really my problem, and they didn't actually bother me most of the time. They were surprisingly quiet.

"Why exactly do you follow around like a lost dog?"

"I dunno. I just like you. So, I stay with you, because you're safe."

It was weird. I shouldn't be safe for them. I'm just a lousy second prince with nothing in my future but disappointment. I am, and will always be, second best in the eyes of anyone else, so why is it that this creature clings to me? I still don't understand it.

The thing that irks me the most is that I started to worry about them. I woke up from a nap as usual, expecting them to be beside me. They weren't there. The little mouse had scurried off somewhere and that made me uneasy.

"This is bullshit."

I must have done so subconsciously, but I ended up looking around the places I usually went, expecting to find them there. I only found them when I returned to the greenhouse. They were sitting, waiting for me to come back.

"Leona!" They sounded so happy, their eyes lighting up as if the best person in the world was standing right in front of them.

"Ah." I had so many questions, but none of them mattered. 'Why did you wait? Where did you go? Are you okay?' They were here, so why did it matter?

We returned to routine. But one thing did change. I started leaning on them. I don't know if they noticed, they never mentioned it to me. This change ... felt necessary.

In time it felt stranger to be separate from them than to be near them. In a way, I guess I must have found them comforting too. So, it felt strange when one day, they started crying.

"What's with the tears?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.

"I don't know. I just- I." They sobbed quietly, sniffling and rubbing their eyes. They tried so hard to calm down, only to sob more. It hurt, hearing them quiet their sobs. I felt like I saw a bit of myself in them. Maybe that's why I spoke up.

"Don't force it, just sob okay?" It was a useless comment. They would probably cry for a while anyways. They did stop trying to choke back their sobs, though they kept sobbing quietly, as if they forgot how to cry loudly.

"I'm scared. I don't know if I want to go home or stay here. I feel unwanted either way. I don't know if anyone would miss me if I left, of if anyone in my world even realizes I'm gone. I'm terrified because it doesn't matter which world I choose. I'll be alone again in either world."

A beat.

Right, they needed to go home eventually. They weren't from this world. I forgot that somehow. Unlike Yuu, who was social, this one wasn't particularly close to anyone. Except maybe ... me.

"Oh? Aren't I right here? Do you think I'll forget you because you vanish for a little?"

"I-I ... I thought you were annoyed by me."

"Then why would I let you cling to me? I could have actively ignored you."

"But you ... you left me alone and I ..."

"So? People can change their minds. I'm not running from you anymore, so don't go running from me, okay?"

"Heh, hehehehe."

"Why are you laughing?"

"Sorry I just- I didn't expect you to say something like that. It's so sweet."

"Don't get used to it."

"Hehe, I know. I'm just ... Thank you."

"... It's fine."

Things were nice after that. We returned to routine.

Or, as close to routine as possible. I found myself gazing at them for longer than I intended. If they were still asleep when I was up, I would pick them up. If they were hungry, we'd eat early, or I'd get Ruggie to buy us snacks.

'Fuck.' I had fallen for them. It was confusing. They weren't particularly pretty, or smart, or even useful. Even so, I found them undeniably breathtaking. I couldn't look away from them.

It was juvenile, but I couldn't help but touch their hand. Just to feel their skin against mine. I wanted to kiss their forehead, to hold them in my arms, to claim them.

I'm no idiot. I know I'm handsome, I know my position, though lesser than my brother's, is coveted. I understand that being a member of royalty limits my options for love. Despite everything, I wanted them to stay with me. If nothing else, I just wanted to continue our days like this. The litte moments of warmth, their laughter, their joy. I wanted to bask in it.

When did my world stop being gray?

No, not my world. Just them.

It's still hard to justify waking up, to find a reason to move forward every day. But even still, I want to be selfish and be beside them. I wonder if this is what it means to feel safe with someone.

"I'm going to graduate this year. You've still got a few years left."

"... Yeah ..." They smile sadly.

"Come to me. When you finish. Find me, and I'll have a napping spot ready to share." It was a stupid promise. They might be blocked from my side. They might not even be able to understand me outside of school property.

But I think their smile was worth it.

--

"You've been sulking in that window every day, brother." A grating voice says, a smirk decorating the words.

"So what?" I glare, irritated by the interruption. I come to this window whenever I think about them. It seems like a spot they'd like. Or maybe they just liked me. Maybe after all this time they forgot me. It would be better that way. For them to forget me, they can live a different life, instead of being tied to the second prince.

"I was just worried. How can I not worry a little when you're my brother?"

"Piss off."

"Ah, I see you don't want company. Should I send your visitor away?" My ears twitch. It's rare I receive visitors. It's even rarer my 'perfect' brother bothers to tell me about them.

"A visitor? Haiz. I have enough sense not to turn visitors away." I shift, hopping down from the window ledge.

My heart is beating faster than I would like. It seems like my chest is going to burst at this rate. It will be disappointing if it's not them, so I shouldn't keep my hopes up.

"Leona?" A familiar voice chimes as I enter the room. They smile warmly at me and walk over, looking at me somewhat reluctantly.

"I'm surprised you actually came here." I hold out my hand. They take it carefully and I pull them into a hug, "Welcome home." I add with a whisper.

They tear up, hugging me tightly.

"Yeah, I'm home." They mutter. They feel warm in my arms. They feel like the keystone of an arch, holding me together despite being so small.

'So, I still love you.' I think to myself, closing my eyes and forcing myself not to do too much. I want to give them soft kisses, I want to whisk them to my room and cuddle with them. I want to tell them how much I love them. But the words don't leave my throat. I can't love them, not as a royal.

"Well, isn't this a nice reunion." That ruined it.

"And you're still here because? This is my guest. I thought you'd leave." I hiss, glaring at my brother.

"There's no need to be hostile. I'm just surprised you have someone close to you."

"Oh? Thanks, I didn't realize I needed to tell you these things."

"I'm not chastising you, I'm glad. Really. Ah, I should probably introduce myself to your lover."

"Lover?"

"Lover?"

"Are you two not? Ah, I'm sorry for misunderstanding." He doesn't sound even slightly apologetic.

"I-It's fine."

"... This is my brother. That's it, don't worry about getting close to him."

"Oh- okay." They smile sadly.

"Well this does complicate things a little. I had just convinced the elders to let you have your lover join you here. But if they're not your lover, then I'll have to clear that up."

"That won't be necessary. It'll be more convenient if everyone assumes we're lovers anyways." 'Though I'm not particularly fond of receiving help from you, I won't turn it away when it benefits me.'

"S-So then- Do I- have to pretend to be your lover?" They seem surprised, their face flushed a bit. It's cute. It makes me want to lick their cheeks and nibble on their ear.

"No, just act like before. Us spending so much time together will get the point across."

"Oh! Okay." They nod, seeming perhaps a little disappointed.

"Last time we spoke, I promised to have a napping spot pick out for us. I think I found one. Though, you'll have to sit on my lap if you want to lean on me." The window ledge wasn't wide enough to sit side by side unless you laid against the window.

'This spot is chosen partially out of my selfishness. If nothing else, then I can hold you tightly. Not that you need to know my reasoning.'

"That's okay. If you're okay with it, I mean. I've always kind of wanted to hug you when napping." They admit wanting to cuddle closer.

'I wonder.'

I pick them up, cupping their rear as they cling to me. They seem a bit surprised.

"W-We could just walk there-"

"We are walking there. What? Did you never wonder how I carried you before?"

"I never thought about it- This is embarrassing. I could just walk with you."

"Hm, no. You clung to me this long, cling to me more, won't you?"

"Leona." They whine.

I can't help but chuckle a little. This was warm. It felt nicer than just remembering them.

"Hey, do you love me?"

"What? I mean- yes. You're the closest person I have."

"I mean, romantically, sexually. How, do you love me?"

"T-This is very sudden- and I don't know how to answer- aah."

"That's fine. We've got plenty of time." I sit down, letting them situate themselves on my lap as we sit by the window. I wrap my arms around their waist, and rest on my chin on their shoulder.

"You're more affectionate than I remember."

"Well, I have to make up for the missed nap time cuddles somehow, right?"

"What? Hah, hahaha. Sure, let's go with that. Leona. I missed you."

"Yeah ... me too."

"I never thought you'd admit it ... so ... the question."

"Do you love me?"

"Yeah, that one ... was it, because you love me?"

"Yeah."

"W-wait really? Um! How so?"

"Hm, I'll tell you after you tell me. I did ask first."

"Hahaha, okay, that's fair." They lean into me, resting against my chest, relaxing in my arms. We sit there for a while, just enjoying each other's company. It doesn't really matter how they answer. We'll stay beside each other anyways. I can tell that much. They wouldn't have found me if they didn't intend to stay.

"Hey ... Leona ..."

"Yeah?"

They turn their head and move so their mouth is close to my ear before whispering their answer. Perhaps embarrassed, or worried that telling me loudly would hurt me. Regardless, the action was cute.

"I'm not sure. I've never felt anything like this before. I've never had the chance. So, I may not get it right the first time. I don't know what type of love this is."

"Okay, then let's figure it out together." I've waited this long, waiting a little longer should be fine. Besides, I'm with them now, so that is enough.

[coffee-as-a-love-language]

happy spooky season (from the utaren household) <3

{just a funny little thing i wrote a while ago. sorry it's a few days late, hope y'all enjoy anyway lol. mini fic under the cut}

Renji wakes to a weight on his chest, and he can’t even bring himself to panic. This isn’t entirely unusual anymore.

“Renji. Ren, wake up.”

He decides to press his face into the pillow instead.

“Renji. Renji, it’s September first. I know you can hear me.”

He groans, moving sleep-stiff hands to hold Uta’s hips. Normally he’d be jumping for joy at the feeling of being straddled like this, but….

“It’d better not be as early as I think it is,” Renji mutters.

“It’s only five.”

Renji groans again, cracking an eye open. “Have you slept at all tonight?”

Uta cocks his head again, eyes catching the dim light and glowing like fires. His rumpled hair falls loosely over one shoulder. “That’s irrelevant,” he says simply. “It’s September first.”

“I heard you the first time, babe,” Renji sighs patiently.

Uta’s manic grin fades, replaced by a disappointed pout. Despite himself, Renji has to fight back a smile.

“You’ve already redecorated the house, haven’t you?”

Uta nods.

Renji laughs, head falling back against the pillows. With a heavy sigh he sits up, shifting Uta to his lap. “Alright. Give me the grand tour.”

Uta’s face immediately brightens again. He kisses Renji hard on the lips, yanking back before Renji even gets the chance to lean in. “You won’t regret this,” he says cheerfully.

Renji falls forward, letting his head land on Uta’s shoulder. “You make it sound like I might,” he mumbles, “but I’ll deal. Let’s go.”

Giggling, Uta scrambles off Renji’s lap and hauls him out of bed.

[tethered-heartstrings]

maybe if I start now I'll finish a christmas hannigram fic by christmas

[randaccidents]

Thinking of HMS doing stuff during concord that they did during cacophony, just with a different and more lighthearted context, resulting in different and more lighthearted decisions and results.

Serious fights and arguments in cacophony becoming playful wrestling and banter in concord.

The Juno Incident in cacophony is the Nerf Gun Incident in concord, where Heart went around with a Nerf gun shooting people.

In my interpretation of events, Heart attempting to silence Mind by stealing the voice modulator in cacophony becoming a playful fight where Mind decided that the only reaction is to use other means to make Noise.

Just... the endless recontextualisation of how they interact with each other. From lighthearted fun to anger and pain and back again, endlessly.

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

🦀🦀🦀🦀

Make me write!! Hiiii thank you for making me finally write down this idea in my head haha! 20 sentences for you :)

She was all like, “‘Nobody messes with my girlfriend’s boyfriend except me!’” Christian exclaims, hands on his hips, talking in a higher pitched voice to imitate Nini. “Aww,” Satine says, smiling up at Nini. “I’m glad you two are getting along so well.” “Shut up!” Nini protests. “We absolutely are not. And I don’t talk like that,” she says defensively, resettling on the blanket next to Satine, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “And I don’t stand like that either,” she adds, gesturing with contempt at Christian’s pose. “You’re sticking up for Christian. That’s so sweet,” Satine says, pressing a kiss to Nini’s cheek. Nini’s face goes slightly red and she makes a really big show of wiping off Satine’s kiss. “I just don’t like people making fun of him, that’s all. He does all sorts of weird things worth giving him shit over but that’s not one of them.” Nini takes a drag off her cigarette, exhaling the smoke away from Satine. “People will mock him for stimming over my dead body. That doesn’t mean I like him or anything.” Satine kisses Nini’s cheek again, smiling when she doesn’t wipe it off. “You like me, you like me!” Christian sing-songs, dancing around on the grass in front of them. Nini throws a piece of ice from the cooler at his head. “I like Satine,” Nini corrects. “Therefore I tolerate you by extension.”

[averlym]

,,, little lemmings in line...

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

OPTION TIME!!!

fyonikonathan + 26

uhhh platonic kenji & jun'ichirou + 3

any platonic guild + 17

26. A kiss while one or both parties are crying

Crying makes Nikolai want to claw his eyes out and wrap up the remains in his tear ducts. And yet he here is, the evening before Fyodor shatters Nathaniel's mind, sobbing til his throat is raw. He looks around, about to reach for a piece of the mirror he's shattered when- "Nikolai." Fyodor's tone is calm, and when he looks over, Nathaniel is standing at his side too. Nathaniel stares at him with disdain, as if his tears are all an unsuitable, boring play. "Hah- heyy," Nikolai wipes his eyes, grinning, and strides over, wrapping his arms around Nathaniel. Fyodor rolls his eyes, leaning in to kiss Nikolai. It feels like poison, bitter and unsympathetic, but he leans in anyway. What really makes him feel vile, what really gives him the urge to crawl out of his own skin like it's a suit, is how Nathaniel's arms wrap around him. Because in the morning, he shall never even consider doing that again.

3. A kiss on the forehead Kenji gently presses a kiss to Junichiro's forehead, smiling at him, "Andd, there!" Junichiro blinks, "There, what?" "Your treatment is complete!" Kenji smiles at him, and Yosano looks over with a little smile, but doesn't comment. "..Oh." Junichiro smiles himself, chuckling a little, "Thanks."

17. An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

"This is gonna work." "I really doubt that." Lucy deadpanned, staring back at Mark. Huck and Tom were straining to keep him floating in air, and she knew that he was waiting for John to pass by so he could surprise him. "It will!" Mark tried to shrug, only to crumple to the floor. Lucy rolled her eyes and walked away, off to gossip to Margaret and Lousia, presumbly. With the two little guys all cranky at him, Mark opted to try again next day; only for when he stepped out of his room that morning, John was easily hanging upside down from the ceiling, vines keeping him there as if he belonged there. Mark snorted, "Competitive, huh?" "No more then you!"