#his humour is so understated 🥺🥺

[yrsonpurpose]

OSCAR PIASTRI Media Day // Belgian GP 2023

[rosella-writes]

HAP FRI RO I SEE THAT you're looking for Pride x Hope smut this week and I am here to SIMP🥺🥺💜💜💜 those two with “I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”, mayhaps??

THANK YOUUUUU FOR HUMOURING ME here they are

Pairing: Pride x Hope (f!Solas x Felassan) Rating: T for intense-ish necking? and fluff for @dadrunkwriting

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Where Pride painted plaster, Hope painted canvas. Where Pride’s lines were thick and bold and bright, Hope’s were understated in their soft beauty. She hoped to make love to him in the same way. 

His hands were a whispered memory against her skin, a gesture thumbing against her lower lip and a kiss brushing the tip of her ear. She plucked each moment from the air as a glistening pearl, perfect in recollection and brighter for being seen. She strung them in pale strands in Hope’s thick, dark hair, in hopes they would linger to be revisited later. 

“To remember me by,” she murmured at his throat. 

She could taste his chuckle. “As if I could forget.”

He lingered at the collar of her shirt and the edge of her jaw, as if he were sketching the lines of them. Pride wondered absently if he would be so inclined to paint her. Almost as if he could hear her thoughts — and maybe he tasted the yearning she did not even attempt to tamp down — his fingers left magelight in their tracing path. She was illuminated in moments — the crease in her chin, the curve of her collarbone, the falling gauze of her sleeve. His eyes were lit by the soft violet glow of it, violet in their own right and nearly as bright. 

“Will you kiss me?” she asked. 

He gave her a crooked smile, one that formed a round apple in his cheek and twisted the lines of Sylaise around his eyes. “Only because you asked.”

She closed her eyes, but the contact of his mouth was not on hers — instead, she felt his breath ghost over her throat before his lips did. It was light at first, simple, slow contact, but as he moved lower it turned deep and consuming. Bright, blue, bruising pain bloomed in the wake of his mouth as he formed a necklace of kisses for her to wear. 

Pride let a lone, ragged moan loose, but before she could speak Hope’s mouth muffled her up. She felt his intentions instead, his possession of her thudding near her heart in a twinned beat. 

“I won’t apologise,” he gasped with his first breath on pulling away. “Not for marking you up. I want the others to see.”

She couldn’t help it — she laughed. Pride gave him warm affection in warm, glowing waves to assure him she did not tease. “I do not mind. It feels like art, spangling my skin.”

He touched her nose with his — his smile was wide and greedy when he pulled back to look at her. “More like a brand, darker even than the one on your face.”

“Good,” she told him, pulling him close again. “Let them see I am yours, then.”

[childotkw]

Reading CS chapter 49 so I have to beg you, Jordan, give us more Albert and Hadrian moments in CS, please😫. They are so cute.🥺

My first thought was 'oh frick, what happened in chapter 49???' but now that I've had a quick skim, I can assure you that Albert will be around more in the sequel!

I really like his friendship with Hadrian. It's so understated and tucked away in the background, and yet it's filled with respect and good humour. Albert wasn't supposed to even have as much screen-time as he gets, to be honest. He was always supposed to be more prominent in the sequel - but I like him too much and he's just danced his way into Hadrian's inner circle without me even noticing lmao.