#i finally got a proper wardrobe too so now all my clothes are in one place/not just on the floor in the bathroom!

[binch-i-might-be]

I need y'all to know that I'm like really aggressively cleaning/tidying/taking out trash/(shoving my brother's trash he left in the hallway into his room) rn. I am fixing my entire life. no more amazon boxes in the living room no more full trash bags in random places no more dishes and balls of yarn and random shit I have to step over eighteen times a day. I am CLEANSING THIS SPACE

[artificial-transmutations]

Replacing Prince Alaric

This is a sequel to "Nothing but a jest" that was requested by one of the mighty subscribers of my page! If you, too, want to see your idea come to live, don't hesitate to visit my riot page!

"You can hardly be serious, your majesty!" Lord Darius Whitewell protested.

The king was looking down at him with a stern expression on his face. "I am most serious, Lord Whitewell. Even though I agree with you that prince Alaric's behavior was not tolerable, and I even agree with the punishment, the fact remains that the kingdom needs a prince."

Lord Whitewell stood in the middle of the throne room, surrounded by several ministers. He had been brought before the king for punishment, for cursing prince Alaric and turning him into a jester.

"So, for you, the situation is simple. Either you replace the prince, or you will be beheaded for bewitching royalty." The king continued.

"And if I choose to replace the prince, how would that even be possible?" Lord Whitewell asked. "I certainly possess the magic necessary to change the body and mind, but I cannot instill the intricate knowledge needed to be a fit ruler into a fool!"

"And that is why you will replace the prince yourself, Lord Whitewell. The choice is yours. Turn yourself into the prince or suffer the consequences of your actions."

Lord Whitewell looked around the room and saw all eyes on him, judging him. There was only one answer he could give.

"I accept," he said slowly.

"Then get to it immediately!" The king ordered.

"Right here and now?" Lord Whitewell said in surprise.

"What else did you think you were brought here for?" the king said angrily. "Your life depends on this, Lord Whitewell! No time like the present."

Lord Whitewell sighed. There was certainly no way out of this. He would have to pose as the prince for some time and would need to come up with a better solution later. With a bit of concentration, he summoned a ball of magic in his left palm and brought it to his heart. Immediately, the magic washed over him, starting to change him.

First, his hair turned a bright blond, similar to that of the late queen. He put his hand on his face, which was changing too. His cheekbones got more pronounced, his eyes greener. It was not perfect, but it was a close enough look to fool people who didn't look at him closely for more than a minute. His skin straightened up and cleaned, which gave him a youthful appearance and hid the scars that years of experience had left on his skin. He felt his body growing as he continued the process, becoming more fit and well-shaped. At the same time, his height decreased somewhat, until he matched the height that prince Alaric had before he became a fool.

Inside his robes, he felt his privates stir - a feeling that had become rarer with each passing year. But now the virility of youth returned to him. Prince Alaric had counted twenty summers, so the body Lord Whitewell was changing into was in his prime of masculinity. He felt his cock hardening slightly as he thought about the possibilities this body gave him in bed.

Finally, he opened his eyes again. The room around him looked the same, but he knew he looked the same as the prince.

"Your majesty, I present you prince Alaric Thornehart," he said and gave a low bow.

"Only better behaved", the king said in a satisfied voice and dismissed him with a wave of the hand.

As Lord Whitewell made his way out of the throne room, he felt strangely proud and satisfied with his new body. Initially, he didn't want to become the prince, but he had to admit it had its perks. Prince Alaric was certainly handsome and fit and being a member of royalty had certain perks as well.

The first thing he had to do now was to change his clothes. He could hardly walk around in some old man's robes. With a shrug, he did not return to his own quarters but to those of prince Alaric. For everyone who did not see the events, he *was* prince Alaric now, so why should he not use the proper wardrobe?

When he arrived at the room, he disrobed immediately and regarded himself in the big full length mirror. What a body! A nice set of muscles on his arms, his chest and his back. A well-toned abdomen. He admired the view for a while, running a hand across his body and feeling how different his touch was to that of an old man. Without further thought, his wandering hand reached his manhood, stroking it lightly. The touch alone brought a slight flush to his cheeks and he could feel himself harden under his own hand. His eyes grew dark with lust, and he began stroking himself slowly.

Suddenly, he heard a high pitched gasp. When he turned around, he saw one of the maids who had come into his room to clean up and had seen him stroke his royal meat.

Lord Thorn... no, Lord Whitewell was conflicted. His first impulse was to be ashamed, cover himself and hope that the maid hadn't seen too much. It was quickly replaced by a second impulse that his throbbing manhood seemed to dictate: Take advantage of the situation and lay the maid right here and now. To the advisors surprise and dismay however, the thought of fondling the full breasts of that women filled him only with abhor. And thus came a third impulse, the one that the newly minted prince at once acted on:

"What are you staring at?" he said in an arrogant voice. "This is not for you! But quick, go and fetch Worric the stableman, I am in need of his immediate assistance!"

With those words, he shoved the maid towards the door, closed it and turned back towards the mirror. He quickly got dressed in some loose pants and threw on an open vest. He knew the stableman was well built and handsome, and today would be his lucky day. It was weird to think of men as he used to think about women, but this new urges were just too strong to resist.

It didn't take long until there was a knock on the door. When Darius Thornehart opened the door, Worric stood there in all his glory.

He was tall, strong and well-proportioned, and had a rugged look about him, similar to that of a soldier. His muscles strained against his clothes, and stubble framed his handsome face. Apparently, he came right from his workplace, since he was covered in sweat and did not wear any shirt. Alaric felt his stiff member throb at the sight.

"You requested my presence your grace?" the stableman said politely.

"Yes, come inside," Alaric said with an easy smile. "You're looking quite... sweaty today, Worric."

"Yes, your grace. The horses need some attention. Especially the stallions when it's breeding time," he said.

The prince nodded. "Yes, it is breeding time indeed. That is why you are here. Get in and close the door!"

With that, Alaric threw his vest on the bed and pushed down his pants. He was naked, but the stableman didn't seem to mind. The young man's eyes widened at the sight of the prince's manhood, which was straining to be set free. Alaric smiled and slowly stroked himself, making sure Worric saw all of it.

The stableman quickly approached him and got down on his knees. With his head low, he began kissing Alaric's leg and worked his way up to his inner thigh. Then he grabbed the prince's cock and took it into his mouth.

Alaric smiled down at him as he felt the stableman suck on his shaft, loving how warm and wet it felt. He placed a hand on Worric's head and began to move his hips lightly. He was fully erect now and was getting impatient.

"Stand up and get naked", Alaric ordered.

As Worric stood up, Alaric grabbed his pants and threw them to the side, followed by the man's shirt, leaving him completely naked. His muscular chest and abs were gleaming with sweat, and his bulging member pointed up in the air like a mast.

"Bend over, peasant!" Alaric said as he pushed the man towards his bed. The stableman obliged immediately, leaning over the edge of the bed and sticking his ass out in front of Alaric. He quickly grabbed the stableman’s cheeks and pulled them apart to reveal his virgin hole. Alaric wasted no time and thrust himself into his target with no further warning.

Worric let out a high pitched moan as the cock of his prince filled his ass for the first time. Alaric moved his hips back and forth, enjoying how tight the stableman’s ass felt. The man's hole was so hot, he could barely think. He felt like his whole body was on fire and it was almost impossible not to let loose. He kept going, slamming himself in and out of the man's ass, who just moaned with pleasure.

Finally, he reached his peak. With a few final thrusts, he felt his orgasm coming and slammed himself deep into the man's ass, causing Worric to cum as well.

"Yes! Fill me!" he cried out.

"You filthy animal", Alaric said and gave the man's ass a playful slap. "Now go to your work and be grateful for having received my cock!"

The stableman nodded, picked up his pants and shirt and left the room. Alaric laid back on his bed and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. He has been mistaken: Being the prince would be most enjoyable indeed. Prince Alaric could hardly remember having been anyone else anymore.

[bodyhopper-files]

How I transformed my dad's life.

My dad swapped bodies with me like it was punishment or something. He said he wanted to be young again and free from all the burdens of being an adult. Burdens? Are you freaking kidding me? This is awesome!

My dad went off to school in my body the next day like he'd won the freaking lottery. As soon as he was out the door, I called out sick from his job, took out his credit card, got online, and started buying everything I imagined I'd need for this new life I'd been supposedly burdened with. 

My dad’s life was pathetic. He had a crappy job at an accounting firm, and he spent his life doing the bare minimum. He didn’t care about how he dressed or how he took care of himself. He had never done anything exciting in his life. Now, it was time for all of that to change.

I bought myself a whole new wardrobe, which required me to measure every inch of my new body so that I could finally order things in the proper size. There would be no more saggy "dad" clothes for this dad. I ordered a shit-ton of premium workout supplements and protein powder. I joined the best gym in our neighborhood and hired their top personal trainer to help me get this body in shape. I also ordered better skin products, better hair products, better everything. It was time for this dad to upgrade his life! OK, the truth is, I also ordered a few extra things I'd always wanted, and I'm not just talking video games. I'd always wanted to see what it felt like to wear a jock strap and a leather harness like I'd seen guys wearing online. This was my chance to play dress-up and find out exactly how it felt. It was like a mini vacation that nobody knew I was on.

And let me tell you, I was in heaven.

Two years after the swap, I've completely transformed my dad's life. I left his lame job the second I could, and instead spent every hour I could at the gym. My dad had enough money in his savings account that he could have always done this for himself, he just never saw it.

I took care of the house the way he never did. I made it my own, steadily discarding the things that had once been his. I replaced the basic furniture he'd bought with pieces that better suited my new tastes. I swept out all the beer and junk food from the fridge and cabinets and swapped in fruits, veggies, and protein shakes.

Eventually, I got rid of everything in his old life that had been holding him down. Actually, it's my life now. And this is my body. 

I've started a new job as a personal trainer at the very gym I started training at the day after the swap. I'm bigger, stronger, and better than I ever could have been before. I'm healthier and happier, too. 

And whatever happened to my dad? He dropped out of school and vanished that day, and no one ever saw him again.

[soulless-angel25]

31 days of Ficmas - Doctorrose, day 7. Prompt: Gifts @doctorroseprompts

To say the Doctor was uncomfortable would be more then an understatement. Because here he was, sitting around a Christmas tree with Rose, Jackie, and Nana Prentice. He could be off saving some alien planet from a tyrannical ruler! But no, here he was instead all because he couldn't say 'no' to Rose.

She had given him those eyes and he couldn't resist. First, she'd had them go shopping for gifts, then she'd dragged him into the wardrobe room which the TARDIS had moved closer (the traitor!) to get him into some more 'Christmas appropriate apparel' according to Rose.

Personally, he thought what he normally wore was fine, but for Rose it wasn't. So she had made him stand near the changing area while she went and scouted out clothing for him to wear. She'd come back with many options, everything in the proper size- apparently it'd been the only size she could find. Well, and her size.

Reluctantly he'd slid his normal attire off and put on the clothing she had picked, finding that he didn't mind it too much. The shirt was a cheesy science joke which made him groan, and a pair of brightly colored Christmas pants. She had even taken the time to find slippers for him, the pair she'd chosen were a TARDIS blue and bunnies.

But- back to the present. He was sat with the Tylers' (+Nana Prentice) as they all talked over tea. He and Rose were snuggled next to each other, a blanket draped over them as he silently sipped his tea. At some point- he wasn't sure when, he had blocked them out early on- Jackie had declared it was time to open presents.

Startling back into the present when Rose subtly nudged his arm he looked and saw Jackie handing her Mum a gift, when she opened it she gave Jackie a hug as she set the candle off to the side. Jackie turned towards Rose, who gave her Nan some mitts that they'd found, and a pretty bracelet. Nana Prentice had tearfully accepted the gift reaching over to give Rose a hug.

Finally, they turned to him. Reaching beside him, where he'd set the gift he'd gotten for her he handed it over. Since he was unsure of what to get her he'd decided it would be best to play it safe and ask Rose what things her Nan liked. She'd given him a few answers but he'd gone with a well kept copy of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice.

Unsure of how she'd react he sat there, twiddling his thumbs as she opened it. When she finished a smile overcame her face as she looked at him, "Thank you- and now, while I might not like you being with my Rose. You seem good."

Ah, right. The lie they'd told as to why the Doctor would be joining him- that he was Rose's boyfriend. Still, hearing Rose's Nan say that made the both of them blush as she laughed.

And they continued, giving presents to each other. Jackie got one of her mother's old necklaces, a very expensive pair of earrings from Rose that she said had reminded her of her mother, and from him a large quantity of tea.

Rose gave him a small painting she'd done as he muttered 'so that's what you were doing', from Jackie a journal- she hadn't been sure what to get him, and from Nana Prentice he got a ring and a scarf. When she handed him the ring she winked.

And for Rose, from Nana Prentice she got family recipes, from Jackie she had gotten her daughter some new make-up and some of her old pictures with Pete which Rose quietly accepted. Finally, it was his turn to give her a present. First, he pulled out the chain he'd gotten so she could hold onto the key, "First, this- don't want you losin' your key," then he'd paused took a deep breath and asked her to close her eyes.

He had moved back a bit, before pulling out the box that held the ring he's gotten. Adjusting himself he opened it, "You can open your eyes, Rose."

Rose opened her eyes, and there- right there was the Doctor, on one knee with a ring in hand as he looked nervous before speaking. "Rose Tyler, we may not have known each other for long, but I cannot imagine a world without you by my side. Will you marry me?"

She'd moved forwards, into his arms faster then you could blink as she said 'yes'. A joyful laughter coming from her, "Yes you daft man!"

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

can i request a frank x transmasc reader where it’s just very fluffy and possibly frank calling the reader “baby boy” ?

Anything For You (Frank Iero x transmasc!reader)

Word count: 1893

Warnings: none it’s just nice n wholesome 

AN: just saying, that video of Anthony calling Frank baby boy in Mexico has got me in a chokehold. Completely. I need someone to call me baby boy, like, right now. 

The sound of the front door opening made Frank smile; that noise meant that his beloved (y/n) was finally home from work. And, to make things even better, he was off work for the next week. Frank had every intention of making the most of the time together, spending long mornings in bed and days watching terrible TV on the couch, visiting some friends they hadn’t seen in a while, going to the local animal shelter again to look at all the dogs (and quite possibly bring one back home with them). He even planned on taking his boyfriend out on a proper date; the last two months had been incredibly busy for both of them, often working on entirely opposite schedules, and they’d had very little opportunity to make a proper evening of things. The closest they had managed to get was a Chinese takeaway a couple of weeks ago. So he wanted to take him somewhere a bit fancy for dinner, maybe to the cinema as well, if there was anything good showing. He wanted an excuse to dress up nice and fancy - mostly because his partner looked like an absolute bombshell in a suit. While he had time to, he desperately wanted to show the love of his life just how much he appreciated him.  

“Hey, gorgeous! How was it today?” 

(y/n) didn’t answer, and he turned to look over the back of the couch, slightly concerned by the lack of reply. His boyfriend was leaning heavily against the wall, struggling to take his shoes off, and looked absolutely exhausted. Before Frank could ask anything else, he managed to kick his shoes to the side, wandering over and flopping face down into his lap, groaning softly. 

“My brain hurts.” 

Frank stroked his hair gently, humming soothingly. “Oh, baby boy. Do you feel ill, or just tired?” 

“Just tired. Today was... long.” 

“It’s okay now though, you’re all done. And you get a whole week where you don’t have to think about work.” 

Nuzzling against his thigh, (y/n) smiled tiredly. “Yeah. Can’t wait to spend a whole seven days cuddling in bed with you.” He yawned, and his boyfriend poked his cheek. 

“Hey, don’t fall asleep down there. You can’t be comfortable like that.” 

“I am. You’re so soft and cosy. The best human pillow I could ever ask for.” 

He could feel himself blushing at the compliment - even when half asleep, his darling boy was still able to make him feel like the most special person in the world. “Come on, at least get out of your uniform. There’s a load of laundry ready to go in so I can just add it to that, and you’ll be so much comfier in pyjamas. I’ll sort out everything.”

“I don’t have the energy to go all the way upstairs. Just wanna lay here with you.” He sighed, shifting to slide an arm behind Frank’s back. “Love you.” 

“I know, handsome. I love you too. Could you sit up for a second?” 

When he did, rubbing the aching muscles in the back of his neck, Frank got to his feet and picked him up, making sure he was secure in his arms. (y/n) wrapped his legs around his waist, sighing contentedly. “This might work.” He kissed at his boyfriend’s neck, exhausted. 

“You do realise you’ll have to let go of me to get changed, right?” Frank couldn’t help but laugh at the little irritated whine he got in response as he carried the love of his life up the stairs, laughing harder at the sleepy glare he got when he put him down on the end of the bed. “Do you want me to help you get changed?” 

“Please.” 

“Anything for you, handsome.” He dug through his wardrobe for a moment, knowing that (y/n) very much preferred wearing his clothes to bed, and came back with a faded band shirt and soft checkered pyjama pants as he was undoing his shirt. Setting the worn clothes aside to add to the laundry pile, he raised an eyebrow at the sight of his lover reaching for the t-shirt while he still had the binder on. “Come on, baby boy, you know you aren’t meant to sleep in that. It’s not good for your ribs.” 

He chewed at the inside of his lip. “Don’t wanna take it off.” 

“I know.” He sat down, rubbing his back. “Would it help if I took it off for you? I’ll be as quick as I can, you won’t even have to look at yourself.” 

Nodding, (y/n) let himself relax, allowing his arms to be moved like a rag doll as Frank carefully removed the restricting fabric from his body. He had to admit, not having the pressure on his ribs any more was quite nice, and it felt like he could breathe properly again. That didn’t stop a few negative thoughts crawling at the edges of his mind, but Frank was quick to tug the shirt over his head, kissing him tenderly to take his mind off things the moment it was covering him properly. 

“That feel any better?” 

“... okay, yeah. It does.” 

“See, I know what I’m doing. Now, you wanna stay up here or head back downstairs?” 

“Downstairs with you.” 

“You sure?” 

“Mhm. I’m a bit hungry, I didn’t get my last break so I haven’t eaten in a while.” At the look of concern on Frank’s face, he quickly reassured him. “I’m alright, I promise. Could just do with a snack, that’s all.” 

Relaxing a little, he scooped him into his arms again so he wouldn’t have to walk and took him back downstairs, getting him comfy on the couch and tucking a blanket around his legs. He wanted to make sure he could take care of him as much as he possibly could. “So what can I get you? Water? Tea? I’m pretty sure we’ve still got some of that herbal tea you like. Or hot chocolate?” 

(y/n) pouted, making grabby hands up at him. “Can’t I just cuddle with you?” 

“You can, but not until you’ve eaten something.” Frank crossed his arms, and (y/n) knew he had little chance of talking him out of it. “So, toast?” 

He sighed. “Do we have any bagels left? And, tea would be good.” 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure we do.” He grinned, glad that he’d given in. “Any requests on filling?” 

“Hmm... you can surprise me.” 

“Okay, coming right up.” 

He disappeared into the kitchen, rambling on about his plans for the week ahead as (y/n) leant back against the cushions, his head heavy with the need to sleep. Every single one of his muscles were aching, but he felt so comfortable and warm now... sleep tugged at his eyelids, and for just a moment, he closed his eyes. 

And then a hand landed on his left shoulder, shaking him gently. “Come on sweetheart, don’t go to sleep just yet. You need to eat first.” 

“But I’m sleepy.” He huffed, grabbing at his waist again. “Just come and cuddle me, Frankie. Just for a little while. Please. I can eat when I wake up.” 

“Do you promise me that you’ll let me feed you when you’re awake again?” Frank sounded stern, but there was a loving glimmer in his eyes that made (y/n) grin - he was winning him over. 

“I swear. Hey, later I’ll probably be hungrier, and we can order proper food. We should get pizza.” 

“Well, you know I can’t ever say no to pizza.” He grinned, sitting next to him and adjusting the blankets so they were both covered. “Come on. You win this time. Snuggle up.” 

Stretching over to dim the lights, (y/n) flopped happily against his chest, wrapping his hands in his shirt and humming with satisfaction. Resting one hand on his back and the other against the back of his head, Frank leant down and kissed his exhausted partner’s forehead, smiling at the way his eyelids were already fluttering closed. 

“I’ve got so many ideas for what we can do this week. I thought we could go see Mikey and his boyfriend, maybe get coffee together? I don’t know if that would qualify as a double date, but either way it would be fun. Oh, and I know you wanted to go back to the shelter, so we’re definitely doing that. I wonder if that Labrador is still there, you know the one that wags her tail every time she sees you?” He grinned, thinking back to the last time they’d visited. “Oh, she was a real cutie. Almost as adorable as you, baby boy. I swear, you’re the absolute king of puppy dog eyes. Every time you look at me like that, I just crumble - and you know it. Not that you need to, obviously I’d do anything for you, no persuasion needed. You’re the entire world to me. It’s just even more sweet when you do pull that look on me.” 

He paused for a second, unsure of whether or not he was actually brave enough to say what he really wanted to. Fuck it, he thought. They’d been together long enough that it hopefully wouldn’t be a shock for him to hear it. Besides, he had every plan of actually asking that all important question on their date later in the week. 

“I didn’t really think it was possible to love someone as much as I love you, you know? Like, you see romance on TV, and you read it in books, but it’s never like that in real life. Or maybe I just had sucky relationships as a teenager, I don’t know. But you... oh, you’re in a whole other league. There’s nobody else in the world who even comes close to you, and I don’t plan on letting go of you. You hear me? I wanna marry you. I’ll ask you properly soon, I promise, but I’m telling you right now. The thought of getting to introduce you to people as my husband is just... beautiful. And... you have never been this quiet before. Oh, of course.”

(y/n) was already asleep, snoring lightly. 

“Well, I guess it’ll still be a surprise when I ask you later in the week, then. Sleep well, baby boy. I love you endlessly.” 

[martianbugsbunny]

Precursor To A Love Song (A Frankenwolf Fic)

heeeey!!! I know it's been a while since I wrote a fic, I've been both busy and having a severe case of writer's block, but I've finally got something new!!! It's a Hyperion Heights AU one shot (which I could use as a springboard for a proper chapter fic if I ever feel up to it) and I think it's pretty cute. Props to @stardreamer28 for putting up with me talking about it for a couple weeks and procrastinating on the end lol. Read on and enjoy!

Liza Whale was finally taking a night off.

It was well-deserved, she knew that, but she had been slow in taking it. Her little boutique on the corner in the heart of Hyperion Heights kept her busy, and she didn’t have anyone to help with it. Business had gotten a little lighter after the Christmas rush, though, so Liza had decided to just close early that Thursday and go out for a couple of hours.

She ended up in a bar a couple of blocks away. It was classy place—no blaring neon or loud jukeboxes, no peanut shells on the floor, no casual clothes. It wasn’t the kind of place she thought she might come back to often (a little neon and a jukebox never hurt anybody, after all) but it was nice for an evening of self-pampering.

Liza sat down at a table for one, laying her black wool jacket across the back of her chair and smoothing out a small crease in the skirt of her deep red dress. It was one of her own designs; the things she sold in her boutique were produced by proper brands, but she created most of her own wardrobe in her spare time. Her favorite thing in the closet she didn’t even remember making, even though it matched a lot of her other clothes: a long red cloak with a warm hood and floral embroidery. She had ripped it last time she wore it, and was planning on fixing it when she got home later that night.

As she waited for someone to come by and take her order, she glanced around the bar. Her eyes fixed on a man halfway across the room, seated at an elegant piano. He was blond, with striking blue eyes that sparkled in the light of the wrought-iron chandelier. When he caught Liza’s gaze, the corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile.

Liza couldn’t help blushing. He was cute, and if she was reading her signals right, he thought she was cute, too. It had been a while since she had had any romance in her life—actually, she couldn’t remember the last time, it had been that long—and she liked the idea of drawing the eye of a handsome piano player.

After about half an hour of them sneaking looks at each other while he played and she sipped at a drink, the piano player got up for a break. Liza’s heart sunk when he walked right past her table, then skipped a couple of beats when she realized he was just getting a second chair from nearby.

“Julian Wolf,” he said, setting his chair down and holding out his hand for Liza to shake. He had smudges of what looked like paint on the side of his thumb. “I play piano here a couple nights a week.”

“You’re brilliant,” Liza said, grinning. She liked that it took him a couple of seconds to release her hand. “What do you do the rest of the week?”

“Freelance artist.”

It was paint! Liza smiled a bit wider. “That’s cool,” she said. “I do some drawing, too. Nothing big, just for the clothes I make.”

Julian smiled too. “Well, now I know we’re both artists, but I don’t think you’ve told me your name yet.”

“Elizabeth Whale. If you call me Lizzy I’ll kick your shins—I like Liza, though.”

“Well, Liza, I have to go finish my set, but I’ll be off in about an hour. Do you want to go for a walk with me then?”

She nodded. “I’d love to.”

Julian returned to his piano, where he started playing again, soft and sweet. The music sounded…familiar, Liza thought, but she couldn’t bring to mind a specific instance of hearing it before. Maybe I heard it in a past life, she thought, chuckling to herself. The music made her giddy, like any moment something wonderful might happen.

Well, maybe it was the music. Or maybe it was the charming young man playing it. Either way, Liza was really looking forward to that walk.

[yuriko-mukami]

Offerings Extraordinaire — 23 Surprises for Sure

A response fic for a whole lot of wedding gifts received from @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat & @mukami-kou-dazzlingpinkidol.

Written together with @ruki-mukami-dl.

When Ruki and Yuriko had come back from their honeymoon trip to Shirahama, their shared bedroom had been in chaos for Ruki’s brothers had simply dumbed all the wedding gifts there after the reception.

Luckily, many of the gifts had also been not material things which made the situation a bit easier but after going through gift cards, restaurant invitations, and secret library access documents, the couple still have two big boxes full of things to sort out.

Other than that, there was another project ahead since they had decided to move their bedroom into the library to be closer to the books they both loved so much… and for… well, the fact they tend to spend most of their time there anyway, reading and occupying themselves with other matters.

So, the boxes were carried by the familiars in that very room, chaos spreading more and more. How come they already have so much… everything… even though neither of them was too fond of material things?

“Haa… I think we finally got the clothes and all in the right places…” Yuriko sighed, still staring into the closet. For once, she had arranged her garments tidily, folding them tightly and piling them up. Her first instinct was always simply to push everything on the shelves without further thought… still, every time Yuriko opened the wardrobe again, her clothes were folded.

I should do better. It’s extra trouble for Ruki… Yosh, from now on, I’ll make beautiful piles like this time.

The rustling of paper suddenly took Yuriko’s interest. She turned around, gazing at Ruki who had just lifted two boxes on the bed. The two boxes they had received from Kuron on their wedding day. 

Yuriko roamed right next to Ruki, peeking into the packages. “Eh…? Did Kuron include a note to each gift? That’s a lot of work…” Something smelled delicious. Yuriko reached into the crates searching through them, and she didn’t need to dig too deeply.  “Pastel fruity chocolates and some dark chocolate too… Oh my, all of these look so tasty! It says the dark ones are for you, Ruki.” Yuriko handed the box of dark delicacy to her husband, glancing at the white box with a more colorful set of sweets. “White chocolates…” she recited. “Oh, they have berry and fruit flavors! I think I will enjoy these a lot…”

But the chocolates weren’t the only juicy-smelling thing there. Soon, Yuriko was able to locate a whole lot of red bean paste sweets that wetted her mouth instantly. So. Many. Things. She would have loved to dig right in but the collection was stolen from her fingers.

“Do not open any of these before dinner.” Ruki’s lips brushed Yuriko’s earlobe. “You need something proper first. These snacks will ruin your appetite for sure. You can eat them later.”

Leaving a kiss on Yuriko’s cheek, Ruki sighed and pulled back. He turned toward the boxes again, picking up a note.

'Nothing much, but these are probably the most beautiful looking photo frames I could find all around the world, something in case for memorable photos taken of you guys to be put into fancy frames like these.'

“We have taken quite a lot of photos lately…” Ruki ran his hand through his hair and glanced at Yuriko who gasped instantly as her cheeks warmed.

“Umh! I don’t think those photos are suitable to put into frames!” Yuriko swayed her hips, shifting her weight, and crossed her arms.

“That is right, my angel. These special ones are for my eyes only, and I did not mean them.” Ruki chuckled. “But we could use these frames for family photos from the wedding.”

“—!!” Yuriko wanted to dive directly into the nearest box and she almost did. Of course, Ruki had meant wedding photos and not something else! She had known that, she totally had! Hastily, she pulled out whatever thing her hands reached first. And it happened to be…

“Oh my gosh! Such a beautiful lamp!” 

It looked more like a bouquet of lilies than an actual lamp. Yuriko could already imagine what it would be like when it was turned on. Picking up the tiny note, she read the words in it. 

‘This one's for Ruki—Happy early birthday Shujin! Since you love Yuriko so much and she's probably undoubtedly the best gift of you topped off of many things, so here, have a night desk light that's practically the symbol of the name of the love of your life' 

“It’s for you, Ruki.” Handing the lamp and the note to Ruki, Yuriko beamed. A safe topic to talk about.

“Kuron is right about one thing.” Ruki took the lamp and placed it on the nightstand. He stepped closer and leaned in, giving a brief smooch to his still smiling wife. “You are the best gift I have ever received. I did not deserve such a present, yet I simply take what is given to me and hold onto you forever.”

“Ruki…” Yuriko blinked, her heart fluttering over the sweetness of the words. “I… you… the best gift…”

It was like Yuriko was riding a roller coaster right now, dashing from one emotion to another. She crouched down and lifted a smaller box out of the bigger one. Opening the lid revealed assorted accessories. “Kuron has kept these in store? But… but… there are so many? When did he have time to get all these? This is way too much…” 

Everything was darn cute though from necklaces to wristwatch and a tiny fox ring. There was even a kitsune mask! Almost everything was white and blue like Yuriko’s fur when she was in her fox form… though she couldn’t recall if Kuron had actually seen her like that.

Then again, it’s possible… I’ve dozed off so many times in the living room or in the garden as a fox. Shaking her head, Yuriko giggled. What had she thought? Of course, everyone in the family knew about her other form. It was impossible to keep secrets here, it seemed.

“I should probably keep this in the box so that they won’t get lost. Then I can just pick one there whenever I want to wear them…” Yuriko moved the box to the shelf in their closet. Ruki followed right on her heels, showing her two bracelets.

“Let me put these there for now, too.” Ruki opened the lit and slipped the bracelets in. 

Yuriko stared at the pieces of jewelry. “They look good though. We should wear them at the family dinner later today.” 

“If that makes my angel happy, then we will do that.”

“Mhm! Let’s do that then~” Yuriko nodded but soon, turned more serious. “Honestly… Kuron got way too many gifts for us. I mean… Of course, it’s once in a life event but he practically drowned us with these. I would have been happy with congratulations. I… I… feel a bit embarrassed. Is it okay to receive this much?”

Of course, Yuriko knew it was a tradition for the family to gift the couple… but still, she couldn’t comprehend with all this. Shifting in place, she gazed at Ruki. It was not like she didn’t enjoy getting presents but she couldn’t help but wonder if this was a bit overboard. She didn’t deserve this much and she wasn’t used to getting so many things at one time either. A little over a year ago, she had to beg to get the necessary clothes and other things for herself from her father. Now, she had more than she needed and it was… overwhelming? Yes, that was probably the right word.

“It is a lot indeed. I did not expect to get these many material things, almost more than we have space for.” Ruki sighed, roaming back to the box. “Hmm… what is this? A pumpkin set for soup and a note…”

'I know Little fox just likes pumpkin soup cooked by Ruki so this gift is for both of you? Shujin can use this whole set while cooking pumpkin soup for Little fox next time, heh?'

“—!! Excuse me?!”

How could Kuron know? No one had been home on that day! NO ONE! Gosh! Did the walls have eyes or something?

“I mentioned to Yuma that you liked his pumpkins.” Ruki coughed. “And that we made soup from them. Nothing more. He probably told Kuron.”

“Still… suspicious…” Yuriko muttered with heated cheeks. Better focus on the business at hand and let this matter slide. The soup set looked nice though and was perfect for the autumn times… but right now something else caught Yuriko’s interest.

“Ruki… look, look, these keychains are so cute!” Yuriko picked the keychains up and showed them. “This one has a note that says it’s for you.” She handed the one with a white and blue fox in it to Ruki and pressed the tiny dark blue bat with stary wings against her chest. “So cute! So, so cute!”

“Well… it looks almost like you as a fox, I admit that.” Ruki gave a smile to Yuriko who was already lifting more things from the box.

A set of wine glasses. Yuriko stared at them for a moment, her head tilted to the side. She hadn’t actually drunk wine ever before. At the beginning of the year, she had tasted sake and then drank it again at their wedding. Other than that, she had had one glass of champagne at the reception but that was it. Maybe it was time to taste some now while cuddling under their new warm blanket and listening to music with the couple earphones Kuron had also gotten to for them. That sounded kind of a romantic thing to do.

“Good grief, what is this?”

Hearing Ruki, Yuriko put the glasses and the blanket aside. As she turned around she saw him holding…

“...a ferris wheel, I think?”

'...I hope this doesn't seem too creepy, but…I used to snap pictures of you two being together, without eh…consent. Can't help it when I see you two being fluffy in public. Don't worry, these are literally all of them— I had them deleted right after I put them in this ferris wheel—cool right? Heh.'

Yuriko leaned closer, peeking at the pictures. She recognized the moments, yet she couldn’t recall seeing Kuron taking photos. So sneaky! This made her worry even more about how much he exactly knew. Nibbling her bottom lip, Yuriko spun the wheel sluggishly. No… she hadn’t noticed any of these photos taken, that was for sure.

Shaking her head, Yuriko straightened her body and stretched her arms. Just then, she noticed something. Flowers? But how had they made it through this time? Ruki and she had been on their honeymoon for a week and then focus on their studies for another.

As Yuriko picked up the bouquet, she didn’t catch any natural scent in it. Roses looked almost like real ones but the fragrance was missing. Yet, they were pretty to look at and would make a nice addition to the room.

“Oh… I think these roses would look great if we put them in a vase. Don’t you think so too, Ruki? There is still space on that small table next to the couch.” Yuriko pointed out the said piece of furnishing. 

“Are you sure that is a good idea, Yuriko?” A smirk. “We do not want glass shards on the floor…”

“...umh…” Certain images washed over Yuriko’s mind, her cheeks flaring. “I… I think I’ll move the table a bit further from the couch, just in case.”

While Yuriko was at it, Ruki seemed going through more things from the boxes. “A debit card for you…? Hmmm, I guess that is not a bad idea for you to have such a thing for the things you need to buy.”

Continuing, Ruki started to lift up ties from the boxes, spreading them on the bed. “Kou helped to pick this? I have to say I do like the color. These will go well with my other clothes.”

Finally, Yuriko had been able to relocate the table as she wanted. She left the bouquet on it, deciding to get the vase later. She turned around, seeing Ruki holding a dress that was full of ruffles and looked like something suitable for a princess.

'...this dress, it's the one I said I was going to get for you but…actually already got it for you in advance, only to be…rejected. I guess it was my fault to put it so harshly and beating around the bush, never gotten to the point of truth, but…this is the truth, I already had it bought for you…before I even tell you, I'm sorry for the rough time I put you through…I hope this dress doesn't give you a bad taste in your mouth…I'm still so sorry'

Ruki recited the note. “At least he apologizes for his actions…” He sighed, showing another dress to Yuriko. It was more classical style and could go perfectly for a winter ball due to its white color and furry collar.

'I actually also got another dress alongside with it, cause well…I'm indecisive? Heh. I couldn't choose…but hey you got two dresses now! Maybe something to wear during anniversaries with Ruki…?'

Lifting a brow, Ruki hauled the rest pieces of clothing onto the bed. How on earth everything would fit in the closet Yuriko had just arranged?

“Another note?” Ruki lifted the paper and read it out loud.

'Another thing I've kept in store, just a bunch of fashion outfits for Little Fox, I hope they're the kind she likes I picked them out very carefully.'

“Kuron seems to take a liking to dress you up like you were his personal doll.” There was a cold note in Ruki’s voice as the words echoed in the library. “Hmph. But I do not say that these would not look good on you. I guess he has an eye for such things.”

Ruki pushed another dress on the bed and closed the distance between him and Yuriko. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against him and inhaling her neck. “You are mine. Never forget that. My very own Yuriko. My wife. Forever.”

Gliding the tip of his nose along the column of Yuriko’s neck, Ruki drowned in her scent. Gently he sank his fangs into a slowly throbbing vein, breaking the skin and making the blood sparkle on his tongue. Yuriko grabbed his shoulders, tiny fingers clenching the fabric of his shirt as much-yearned moans of pain mixed with pleasure filled the air of the room.

“Oh gosh! Yes, I’m yours. Everything in me is yours…” Yuriko panted in between whines that escaped from her lips. Even though Ruki made sure not to suck harshly, her head was already spinning. Not from pain, nothing like that… but because of the coursing heat that had bothered her for a while now. “Ruki… please… gosh! If you… if you keep this up… I will…!”

Clinging to Ruki, Yuriko moaned louder. The answer was a small chuckle, followed by a lick over her neck as Ruki sealed the fresh bite mark.

“Such a good girl, cling onto your master. Never stop yearning for my fangs.” Ruki sighed against Yuriko’s neck, taking a deep breath right after. It was easy to feel his grin on her skin. “Again? I wonder what has come into you. But we have a task to finish. Do your part and I will reward you with what you are longing for~”

Ruki took hold of Yuriko’s hands, gently parting her fingers from his shirt and kissing each tip once while keeping his gaze glued to hers. The gaze full of promises that made her squirm in place. “There are still a few things in those boxes. Why do you not take a look?”

“I… I will!” Yuriko nodded, finally sliding from Ruki’s grasp and hurrying toward the bed with slightly trembling legs and out of breath. She grabbed the first item that her hands met, lifting it up. “Eh…? A plush toy?”

It was… Yuriko blinked, staring with an empty head. Ruki? How come…?

“Eeeeehhh!” Swinging around, Yuriko showed the thing to her husband who instantly frowned.

“That Kuron…”

“I love it! I’m going to put him to sit on the shelf!” With bouncing steps, Yuriko almost danced to her bookshelf and placed the softer version of the love of her life there.

“Haa… You are a handful indeed.” Ruki chuckled. “Here. I think she belongs right next to him.”

Suddenly, Ruki was behind Yuriko, reaching toward her shelf and placing another plush toy right next to the one that presented to himself. This one had white-blue hair and a cute little face Yuriko recognized all too well.

“Oh my gosh, so adorable!” Yuriko giggled. “Yes, you’re right, Ruki. She belongs just there~”

“You are adorable.” Ruki pecked Yuriko’s cheek before returning to the box hand in hand with her. “The last things… Hmmm, it seems Kuron got us a few novels.”

Yuriko picked up the note, reading it out loud for both of them.

Books, your favorite you both—and ah…two of them are…you know…but I'm sure you'll like them, I carefully handpicked all of them for you, with Kou alongside to help, hope they suit your taste though?'

“That’s nice~” Yuriko smiled and leaned against Ruki’s arm as he went through the novels. A tiny crease appeared in between his brows while he stared at the back cover of one of them. “Umh… what is it, Ruki?”

“I have never understood the allure of such literature…” There was a hint of distaste in Ruki’s voice.

Odd. Usually, Ruki was open-minded when they were talking about reading. Yuriko snatched one of the books and opened it, confused. 

Silence.

Yuriko blinked.

“Oh my gosh!”

Burning rushed up her cheeks as she slapped the cover shut.

Sighing, Ruki took the book from Yuriko’s hands and put it aside. "You do not need to read such literature. You have me, your one and only master. I engrave a whole naughty story with my fangs in your skin. I will show you much more than you can find in those books. Shameless adventures that you will never forget. No other man will be in your imagination. You will think of me only. Forever."

Pulling Yuriko closer, Ruki leaned in. "Now be a good girl and show me your shoulder~"

The CG edit is made by @cutelih.

[alliechick]

Calamity(ish) Xie Lian and Wu Ming Beauty and the Beast(ish) au.

Wu Ming has escaped into the woods, injured and on the run. Persecuted because of his blood red eye. The woods are said to be haunted, so nobody dares follow him in. He gets lost and collapses, succumbing to his injuries.

When we wakes up, he’s in a grand bedroom, tucked into a large bed while a fire burns in the hearth. He’s been bandaged up and put into clean clothes. He sits up.

A figure in white funeral robes and wearing a laughing crying mask sits before the fire.

“You’ll stay here until your injuries heal, then I will escort you back to your village,” he says without turning around.

“I have nothing waiting for me there,” Wu Ming replies. He doesn’t even have a proper name.

The figure in white pauses.

“Then you may stay here, as long as you desire.”

“What may I call you?” he asks.

The man pauses.

“Your Highness.”

Then he leaves.

The next morning, breakfast is waiting for him. It’s finer than anything he’s ever eaten. In the wardrobe, there are beautiful robes, in all colors with fine embroidery. He finds the plainest one, black.

When he leaves the room, he quickly realizes he’s in a palace. An empty palace.

He finds a library, full of books he can’t read, a throne room with a broken throne, and finally an armory and training ground. That’s where finally finds his host.

Wu Ming watches, as the figure in white practices forms. His movements are steady and sure. Wu Ming has never properly learned to fight, not beyond the tussles he got into in the village.

“Are you going to watch or will you spar with me?” the man asks.

So Wu Ming joins in on the field and is quickly tossed to the ground. The man is strong.

“You show promise,” he said.

“Will you train me?” Wu Ming asks.

And the man agrees.

The next few weeks, Wu Ming spends more and more time with His Highness. He teaches Wu Ming martial forms, how to spar. He says he has a natural affinity to the saber and Wu Ming beams with pride.

His Highness spends time in the library. Wu Ming asks for paper and ink. He can’t write, but he’s always had an inclination for art. He draws His Highness as he reads. Over and over again until he gets it right. His Highness never looks and makes not comment on his drawing.

When His Highness learns he can’t read or write, he begins to teach him. Wu Ming learns quickly, though his handwriting leaves much to be desired. He tears through books, soaking up knowledge that he’d never been fed before.

His Highness always wears his mask, always wears white. Wu Ming in turn, always keeps his right eye covered. Eventually an eyepatch is left in his room, so he stops wrapping his face in bandages. They never talk about it.

As they spend more time together, His Highness changes. His cold demeanor warms. He speaks softly and with kindness. He even laughs. They begin to spend every hour together.

Wu Ming is happier than he’s ever been.

Until one morning he can’t find His Highness. He’s not waiting in the banquet hall, to watch Wu Ming eat his breakfast. He’s not in the training grounds, he’s not in the library.

Something is wrong.

He searches room by room, until he finds what must be His Highness’s chambers. He’s collapsed on the floor.

“Don’t come near me!” He says.

Wu Ming stops before he can get too close.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m succumbing to it now,” His Highness replies. “My time is up.”

“Please let me help!” he begs.

“There’s nothing you can do.”

Then Wu Ming is told a story. A story of a beloved teenaged prince, who believed in the goodness of people, that spoke of happiness through tribulation. A prince who drew the ire of a sorcerer who cursed him, so that all would scorn the prince. That none would love him.

A disease, one that would ravage his body and leave him ugly. One that he would eventually succumb to, unless someone could love him despite it.

Wu Ming had never seen His Highness’s face. But nothing could make him stop loving him.

He approaches his prince, who for the first time is without his mask. His face is scarred, scarred with human faces. Human face disease.

“Now you see,” His Highness says with resignation.

Wu Ming kneels beside him, the reaches up to his own face and removes the eyepatch.

“Now you also see,” he said.

“You’re beautiful,” His Highness replies.

“You are too,” Wu Ming says.

Then he leans down and kisses him.

The world suddenly bursts into light.

When it’s gone, the prince’s face his clear. He sits up, hands touching the smooth skin of his face. Tears run down his face.

His Highness turns to Wu Ming.

“You saved me,” he gasps.

“I love you,” Wu Ming replies.

They kiss again and when His Highness pulls back, he speaks.

“Call me Xie Lian.”

[andromedasummer]

Where do you normally buy your clothes from??

ever since they upgraded to a bigger store that sells their outlet stuff, a large part of my wardrobe has been dangerfield stuff. specifically princess highway though i have a couple of pieces from revival/black friday. its not the only store though. gorman is another store i have one or two things from?

i also get stuff from an independent store called fin which specializes in mostly one of a kind or limited amount of clothes the owner has sewn/knitted themself (i think???) also some funny lil jewelry. (specifically i like their sweater vests theyre very creative and comfortable), another independent store called chilli which gets in a lot of unique pieces from korea and is owned by an artist who sells her paintings and jewelry from there (also has very nice knitted pieces) and then ANOTHER independent store called thrift which focuses on secondhand american vintage (will never forget the 3 massive patched leather indycar jackets i found they were heavy and like $300-400 )

but the problem with those stores is that usually every single bit of clothing is unique and theres no guarantee you will find something you like, esp if youre like me and only buy from the smaller sale rack (the idea of paying like $100 for a shirt gives me severe anxiety i dont have that kind of money)

i only go clothes shopping every like.... 3-4 months? pretty much for each season. but only for things i need. i.e, i had no long sleeve shirts. autumn just started. so i bought long sleeve shirts. i also needed a maxi dress for all seasons, bought that. also needed a new knit, and to branch out with the colours i wear, so i did that.

i try to list what i have and the colours/style of theae things and then what i need and visit the stores i like every two to three weeks to see what is new in, what the style/theme of the clothes are and then wait until what i like and need of the new stuff is fully on sale in 2/3 months.

so like, now ive got some pieces i can mix and match with what i have and be set until winter rolls around. im probably gonna need to get a proper overcoat as last winter i went without and it was cold. also need to keep an eye out for a smaller but equally as warm jacket for days when a full overcoat is too formal/too much. im gonna need some proper thick woollen tights because winter here is wet and miserable and i'll be out every week working by then. finally i need a new pair of shoes because my docs are gonna need repairs on the toe and theyre my only boots + theyre so dark and navy they dont go so well with my light coloured clothes. so im going to keep an eye out on the stores around my city as they start to stock warmer clothes and note down when anything i like matches my needs and around when it'll go on sale.

[sweeterweatherson]

Some runway looks I like in the colors essential to my wardrobe because I’m bored.

Blue. Blue. Blue. I do have a soft spot for this color, from dusty blue to navy. It used to be my favorite color growing up. I can’t put my eyes away from the unbuttoned shirt. This photo makes me want to hit secondhand retail sites to get a silk button down, and you bet I’m styling it exactly as this. (Very tempting, but I haven’t yet gathered all the essential pieces for the wardrobe I’m building, which is my priority. I am taking it slow.)

(Tom Ford SS 24)

Beige. Not an exciting color, but I can’t escape this color. It’s essential to my summer wardrobe, and it just looks good with my skintone. I don’t like how stark white clothing looks on me so beige has been the alternate neutral. The first thought that came to my mind when I came across this is “oh, quiet luxury.” I could be wrong, but it’s still giving luxury, and for me, luxury is still luxury. Again, the unbuttoned shirt from Tom Ford. (Also oversized sunnies, long necklace, small bag, and slim shoes if that means anything.)

(Tom Ford AW 24)

Burgundy. I avoid reds, especially bright red. However, I got into makeup as one does eventually and had to figure out my shade of red lipstick. I found out I like a warm red on my lips, but I look the best in deep, wine red clothing. Looking at this, I finally grasped the vibes I want dressing up in the colder seasons—mysterious and unapproachable.

(Saint Laurent SS 24)

Green. I’ve owned a lot of items, not just clothes, in different shade of green: moss, mint, sage, or olive. I’ve filled each corner of my home in green things before I could even realize that green is my favorite color. Listen, I am not into the western style and I would never be caught in cowboy boots, but I am serious right now when I say I want everything she’s wearing. Even the boots. They could have added a green cowboy hat and you would hear me in the background screaming, “Yeehaw!”

(Elie Saab AW 24)

Brown. It’s another boring color you’d see everywhere in the season that everyone (not me) starts chugging pumpkin spice latte and singing their hearts to “All Too Well” (me), but I actually like brown. I like dying my hair to a shade of dark brown that it’s almost black. I like using brown eyeliner instead of black. The outfit is simple, but it works and it reminds me I need to add a brown coat to my closet.

(Vince )

Black. This is my must have color all year round. It works with everything and versatile. You get it. I really dig this look for some reason and the reason might be the fact that I was raised Catholic. Everyone agrees this is a medieval inspired dress, which it is, but it just reminds me one of those small religious figurines in their intricate dresses. I’m pretty sure my grandmother has one in her Jesus shrine, and I could have the proper name for it if I have not just lost interest in the religion. The pattern. The length. The shoes. They just work so well together. I would really like to wear this dress at my funeral. (Please, universe, let me be rich.)

(Antonio Marras AW 24)

[caldwellcarson0]

Gucci Belt Pretend Vs Actual Comparison Guide Gg Belt

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[thearchivistsjournal]

Day 12,

Morning thought: I’m living on a tropical island.  I need to spend a proper day at the beach sometime.

*******

I finally made it to the library without needing directions!  In less happy news, this morning’s sprite trick was to get one of the puffy sleeves of this oversized shirt from the old archivist caught on the porch railing on my way out of the house, causing me to rip a hole in it.  Or maybe it’s my own fault and the sprite just happened to be watching and found it funny enough to laugh at.  Hard to tell, but the former is the less embarrassing story to go with.  I didn’t really feel like going back in and changing and I figured there was enough extra fabric to cover it up, so I just rolled with it.

*******

I had a much more sociable visitor than usual at the library today.  Not long after I made that last entry a woman showed up to return a small stack of books.  Or so she announced as she was coming down the stairs from the entry room to the archive.  When she saw me, she cut off mid-sentence and then started stifling a laugh.  And valiant effort that quickly came to ruin once I spoke up and asked if I could help her with something.

After a few moments she wiped a tear and apologized, explaining that she used to come here a lot ever since she was a child attending reading lessons and had been friends with the old archivist despite the age gap.  Seeing me in his clothes, wearing his pendant was a bit of a shock that threw her off balance, but then seeing how poorly they fit it just looked too much like a kid wearing their parent’s clothes to keep a straight face.

Well aware of how silly my limited wardrobe had a tendency to look, I accepted this apology with a chagrined chuckle of my own.

She went on to introduce herself as Lin, and explained that she’d been hanging onto the books she brought in since before the old archivist passed away.  Right after that it’d been hard to bring herself to visit the library again, and from there it turned into one of those things you procrastinate indefinitely out of habit more than whatever the original reason was.  As I took the books (a few story collections, a treatise on anatomy, and a compendium of various plants) to add to my ongoing re-sorting she asked if she could stay and browse for a while.  She was the first visitor to want to do that instead of finding something specific then leaving.  I saw no harm in it and welcomed her to it.

This of course soon led her to discover the temporary mess I’d made and the books I had reshelved that were now in different spots than she remembered.  I explained what I was doing.  She was a little put off by the idea of moving books from where they had always been and throwing off her memory of where she was used to finding everything.

It eventually sank in that I was talking to someone, possibly the only person, who actually knew the layout of the library and had an inkling of the prior organization system.  This of course got me reasonably excited and I started asking her about it.  She admitted that even she never fully understood the why of where the old archivist shelved things, but she was still able to give me some explanations of how she remembered what went where.  Some of the mnemonics baffled me, but I was still able to pick up on some patterns I’d missed before that should help with the reorganization.

I started to ask Lin if she’d be willing to help out with the project then stopped myself and apologized, realizing that wasn’t what she was here for and that she must have her own job to get back to.  She laughed it off and said that she didn’t mind stopping in every now and then.  There’s precious little to keep the Village doctor busy unless someone’s coming into the world or leaving it, and even less for his daughter/assistant.  It’s why she was able to spend so much time here in the first place.

Somewhere during all this she must have noticed the hole in my sleeve and offered to mend it, saying that she makes a hobby out of patching up old clothes.  Called it practice for sewing up kids that fall out of trees and fishermen who weren’t careful with the teeth on their catches.  I told her I’d appreciate it.  She said to call it payment for picking out a book for her to borrow the next time she showed up and then left, cheerfully humming to herself.

As it turned out, she showed back up as I was closing up for the day, this time carrying a bundle of some of her old patched up clothes.  She said she was glad to have caught me before I left and then insisted that I change into what she brought me so she could take my shirt and get started on mending it.  I was a little taken aback and more than a little embarrassed, both by the charity and by a woman I’d virtually just met telling me to change clothes.  But between her insisting that she had plenty of clothes, her promise to stay out in the entry room while I went back downstairs, and the prospect of wearing clothes that actually fit (or at least fit better) I relented.

Fortunately, I had already picked out a book that I thought would be of interest to her as requested and brought it back up with me after I’d changed.  It still wasn’t a perfect fit, but it was a world of difference nonetheless.  The expected exchange of compliments and thanks followed along with the exchange of book and clothes.  She ended up taking the vest and trousers along with the shirt, claiming she’d been wanting an excuse to try out alterations instead of just patching.  I figured even if it was her first time trying it, she couldn’t possibly make it fit worse.

Leaving for the evening we said our goodbyes, started out in the same direction, laughed, and made brief small talk that soon faded into a companionable near-silence (which is to say, me not talking and Lin quietly humming) for several minutes until our routes home diverged.

Did I just make a friend in a day?  Why does the idea of that feel… odd?

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[thesecretattic]

Glorious Sunny Days of the 90s

I should’ve been the first to embrace all the 90’s trends cuz I always loved Baguette purses, Chokers & everything which you would get in those days and although the early 2000s too, were not as glamorous as 2010s they were nonetheless very chic and trendy. After getting my second wardrobe (a smaller one which only fits my Nightwear, Casuals & Belts + miscellaneous stuff, all my Denims, heavy knits, Indian clothes, jackets, heavy jewellery and bags are in the other older wardrobe, I’ve had it since the past 10 years but the sliding doors were too heavy so I had to divide everything now, I also needed one with proper hanging rods so that I won’t have to stack up all my clothes - mainly slippery tops/cropped sweaters/sweatshirts because folding is too tedious and everything keeps falling) I finally invested in these small 90s sunglasses… First things first, I had taken the Bottega Veneta bumblebees when they were not that pricey, 10 years back when I was in my teens, so in 2010-2012 things were a bit different… we were into big bags and bigger shades, in the 90s however, we had “goggles” who even uses that word anymore haha I’ll be covering everything in an ascending order.

I have attached a side note and the whole article below… Bought in the year 2012

Next, here are my Ray Bans which were inspired by nonetheless Angelina Jolie (I’d taken them when I was between 17-21) I have a pair of all black aviators too set in a black metal frame and Limited Edition foldable Wayfarers, I had taken them before the price hike, back then I was 18 or so. Their case/pouch is the size of an AirPod case, a small flat cute box with a snap-push closure because they fold completely, they even break from the centre (that is from the middle of the brow bone) into a half to fit into that pocket sized case. I love the tinted brown aviators and the classic black polarised ones.

But I think my most fav Rays Bans would be the Brown pair and these…

Inspired by the 80s clubbing style, these made a comeback in 2011-12 and they were mostly sported by Male Celebrities like Robbert Pattinson & Ryan Gosling, I fell in love with them (inspite of being a girl although some felt it didn’t suit our face type) because I just thought they were very unique, they are looking bigger than normal in my photo but they are quite small, they are known as The Clubmasters they have a jet black frame on top and a golden metal rim on the edges with a square-ish semi round shape. The black frame adds a good amount of contrast and they look like a smart pair of uber cool sunglasses which would go with every look and attire, especially street style or classic grunge + they also suit every face type be it Square, Oval, Round or Heart because they are neither too big nor too tiny, neither wide nor narrow, they are well balanced and they suit everyone, every look and every hairstyle.

I had taken these Cat Eye sunglasses in the beginning of 2017 (I had ordered them online) They are looking massively big here lol but trust me they are again very small. I really love them, they look very sleek in real life, the jet black colour in high gloss finish makes them very stylish and beautiful without being too flashy.

They also remind me of Karen Mulder’s Cat Eye “goggles” on the right

Now coming to our current times… the 90s

I have these 5 pairs of small, tiny shades in Beige, Pink, Brown & Toffee-Caramel, the beige one has butterfly motifs on each side (to replicate early the 2000s aesthetic trend) and most of them are rimless which again reminds of that phase and yes, they do provide 100% UV protection. I had a 25% discount code so I used it for the last pair because it was about to expire, although I should’ve used it to make a bigger purchase but like I said, it was already due so I got them for 599 and the other ones were between 700-800, the toffee coloured ones were for 1990 but I got them for 1490/- luckily I saw them during an offer, I was waiting for them and by the time I remembered they had gone on a limited period flash sale. The pink shades are slightly curved at the edges and the brown pair has a wider motorcyclist shape. I love the brown ones the most because of the beautiful shading/ombré which makes them more appealing & rich, the colour also looks great with the golden metal joint in the centre.

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Xoxo

Zara Sauleh

[simplysable]

Hi, I love your blog so far! How do you think the lords would react to being snowed in?

Absolutely!! Thanks so much for the ask, it might be small, but it’s nice to know people like my nonsense <3

I’m not sure how to do a line break on mobile so you’re getting this long ass list without breaks

The Resident Evil Lords Getting Snowed In (Plus S/O!) ❄️

Alcina Dimitrescu

To put it simply, she hates it.

Because of her cadou, she and her daughters can’t exactly find joy in the snow like you can

“Dearest, would you stay inside? You’re tracking the snow in with you when you come inside.”

You tunnel your way out of the castle like a bunny so you can dick around in the snow while Alcina and her daughters just stare

You try to make her happy, even though she hates the weather with a fiery passion

“At least the fires make it warm in the castle, especially in your chambers!”

“I bet the Duke has hot chocolate and marshmallows. I can show you what cool people do when they get snowed in.”

“Heisenberg can’t get in, right?”

That made her smile, finally.

She thought to herself and smiled, looking out the window happily

“I suppose this disgusting cold isn’t all bad. What are more modern things that people do when they’re trapped?”

Oh she shouldn’t have said that

You drag her to a window while you burrow outside and show her the art of making a snowman

You show her a snowball fight with you and some poor lycan that got stuck in the snow

You ripped a piece of bark off a dead tree and sled down a steep hill, which you didn’t know was steep until you were going too fast

When she was patching you up inside, she smiled at how happy you made her even though she hated what was around her

She doesn’t hate getting snowed in as much now that she has you

Donna Beneviento

Donna loves snow days

She loves that frost delicately covers her windows, and gracefully dusts her trees

The quiet stillness of it is very calming

She isn’t too fond of the cold itself, but she loves the snow (she has a Very Good™️ heating system in her house)

When it snows, she feels as though it’s time for a wardrobe change

She gathers up every doll from every nook and cranny in her house, and she lays them all out in front of you, silent excitement buzzing from her

She asks you to haul out a large chest she has in her room, and you open it with a smile

“It’s their winter clothes. I wanted to make sure that none of them got cold.”

She pulled out Angie’s snow gear, who donned it happily, and you and her got to work changing her dolls into the proper winter attire

“Donna, the craftsmanship on these are gorgeous! You should sell some of your clothes, people would love them!”

Being snowed in, she also can’t escape your compliments

Que a blushing mess at every compliment you give her, no matter how small

“I like the red ribbon on this one. It was a good choice!”

“Aw, the little boots look so warm! Good job, Donna!”

“You have a nice face.”

She liked being surrounded by newly clothed dolls, you, and beautiful white snow falling silently outside

Snow days weren’t too bad, in her humble opinions

Salvatore Moreau

Eh. He could feel either way about the snow, but he always likes it more when you’re around him

His home is pretty drafty, and he’s always kind of sick, so, like Donna, not a huge fan of the cold

It looks gorgeous, and it turns his home into a frozen wonderland that you have fallen on on many occasions

He loved bundling up, and the cold weather makes his aching joints feel nice

Listen, he was already going to, but if you’re the one that suggests a winter Hallmark movie,

This man loves you so much

He loves that your nose gets pink when it gets cold

He loves that you wear gloves that don’t match

He loves that he wears the scarf Donna knitted for you (that he commissioned)

“Donna will be happy to know you love her work! Should I get a matching one?”

He’s just happy when you’re around him, and he could honestly forget he’s snowed in if you spend enough time with him

He had walked into a wall of snow after trying to open a door, forgetting why he was staying inside in the fist place

You do things to this man-

Karl Heisenberg

This man is a husky

You have to haul him back inside when it gets too dark to see

He will go out frolicking in his boxers in three feet deep snow

You hate the snow because of this, because of the fact that you have to act like a parent watching their kid

“Heisenberg, you can’t fill the snowballs with nails.”

“The lycans won’t feel it, they’re dumb as shit!”

“Heisenberg!”

You like to watch his dumbass from the nice, heated factory

When he comes in, shaking like a dog, you throw a heated blanket on him and force him to make the hot chocolate

“I told you it was getting too cold to wrestle with the lycans.”

“Yeah, well they can suck my dick. It never snows this much, so I’m taking advantage of it.”

He will force you to play outside with him

You know

Like a child

Snowball fights taken too seriously, a snowman army on his roof, a little igloo village, a lycan eating a snowman,

He loves the snow, even if you don’t

He does get a little pissed off at the weather if it gives you a cold

“Not all of us are fucking huskies, Heis.”

Eh, he’ll just throw snowballs at the widow of the room you’re sleeping in

I hope you liked the headcanons, and thank you again for asking!! My inbox is always open, so keep the asks coming 😎👉👉

[dahbeez]

1. "You're such a dork."

2. "Get over here, you doof."

3. "Cheeky."

4. "You're so needy."

5. "Kiss me again."

6. "You're so adorable!"

7. "Look at you... goodness, you're so cute!"

8. "I'm just so happy!"

9. "I can't stop smiling."

10. "I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt."

11. "You are being extra sweet today."

12. "Oh, look at you!"

13. "Your eyes are so pretty."

14. "I'm really happy that you're here with me."

15. "Thank you for staying with me."

16. "I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before."

17. "I feel like I'm in the clouds when I'm with you."

18. "You're like my hero/heroine."

19. "I'm gonna tickle you if you don't come over here."

20. "My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature."

@drink-it-write-it​

21. "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."

22. "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

23. "Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooooo..." "You're wearing it, aren't you?"

24. "OH you're jealous!"

25. "Can we stay like this forever?"

26. "Please just kiss me already."

27. "I think you might be my soulmate."

28. "Sleep over? Please?"

29. "Are we on a date right now?"

30. "I think I'm in love with you."

31. "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

32. "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

33. "I wish we could live together already."

34. "They're so cute when they're asleep."

35. "I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful."

36. "Quit touching me, your feet are cold!"

37. "Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!"

38. "Give me attention."

39. "You met me yesterday." "Yes, and I would die for you. Next question."

40. "She's hiding behind the sofa."

41. "Did you just hiss at me?"

@wishiwasanavenger-archive​

42. "Have you kissed anyone before?"

43. "Can I kiss you?"

44. "You're not hurting me, you're not heavy. I've got you, love.” 

45. "I look at them and I just... it's like when the Grinch's heart grows three sizes."

46. "I don't... I've never... been in a relationship before and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me."

47. "You didn't tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?"

48. "You give me a reason to be better, to do better."

49. "God, you are so fucking cute."

50. "I love you, but I need you to go away because you're really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow."

51. "Oh no... they're cute."

52. "I can't talk to cute people, okay? I don't know how to flirt!"

53. "God, I love your face."

54. "Don't look at me, I'm a mess!" "I love it when you're a mess!"

55. "Please do your homework for me...? Just one time." ... "I said one time, y'know... you didn't have to start studying. Not that I'm not proud or anything."

56. "I'm already home."

57. "Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner."

58. "Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!"

59. "I just thought that since you weren't feeling too good, this would help."

60. "I'm not kissing you in the rain! We'll catch our death!"

61. "Would it help if I stayed?"

62. "I apologise sincerely if my beautiful/handsome face has kept you up all night."

63. "God, you're pretty."

64. "Calm down, it's just a chocolate bar!"

65. "Please, tell me you brought a toothbrush?"

66. "You take the bed, you need it more than me."

67. "You're so warm!"

68. "You're freezing, Jesus!"

69. "You always look beautiful."

70. "Your hands are so small!"

71. "Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?"

72. "Now I know where half my wardrobe went."

73. "Here, let me just–" 

74. "You're really special to me."

75. "That tickles!"

76. "We only have one room left for the night..."

77. "Naps are life, okay?"

78. "I don't think I could love you anymore than I already do."

79. "I had the weirdest dream..."

80. "I got you a trophy, it's only plastic, but it's for being the best human I know."

81. "Someone keeps leaving love notes in my locker and I don't know if I should find it endearing or creepy..."

82. "I love your voice."

83. "Put me down! I can walk!"

84. "Can... can you come over?"

85. "You're the best."

86. "Can you please stop biting your lip, it's distracting."

87. "I thought you liked love songs!"

88. "I know you're not a fan of Valentine's day... I just thought that maybe I could change your mind..."

89. "You're my favourite know-it-all."

90. "That was the least romantic proposal in the entire history of proposals."

91. "I never knew you were a romantic at heart."

92. "I made it. For you. I know it's not the best, but..."

93. "Let me carry that."

94. "How do you know my favourite drink?" "I'm observant."

95. "We've known each other's for years and I don't think we've ever had a proper conversation."

96. "You're the clumsiest person I know, how did you survive past childhood?"

97. "It's always time for a milkshake."

98. "You know, humming the James Bond theme tune defeats the point of sneaking."

99. "I think your cat wants to kill me."

100. "Where have all my jumpers gone?"

101. "I don't get paid enough for this shit."

102. "Oh my God, I love you."

103. "I told you to bring a jacket."

@writings-of-a-hufflepuff​

104. "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

105. "It's you, it always has been."

106. "You're everything I could've wanted and more."

107. "Kiss me."

108. "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."

109. "You should probably go home." "But I'm already home."

110. "You're an idiot." "But you love me."

111. "I'd do anything for you."

112. "You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one."

113. "Stop moving and let me braid your hair."

114. "I'm so proud of you."

115. "You are my family."

116. "I'm right here."

117. "Can you just please hold me?"

118. "I'm pretty sure they're my soulmate."

119. "This reminded me of you."

120. "Your hair is really soft."

121. "Are you blushing?"

122. "Can I stay here tonight?"

123. "Because I love you."

124. "Make a wish!"

125. "I love seeing you smile."

126. "You're just a softie."

127. "You are crushing me right now."

128. "Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."

129. "Take my hand. Just trust me."

130. "You're the only thing that matters."

131. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

132. "Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?"

133. "Why can't I get you out of my head?"

134. "Don't let go."

135. "Stay."

@blisfvll​

136. "You smell really nice."

137. "If you steal the blanket, I'm going to put my cold feet on you."

138. "You're comfy."

139. "But I want to hear you sing."

140. "Don't get up – I'll do it."

141. "Care to give me a back scratch?"

142. "Your bed head is really cute."

143. "How about a kiss?"

144. "Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?"

145. "Are you really flirting with me right now?"

146. "I like the way your hand fits in mine."

147. "You have something in your hair, umm... do you want me to get it out?"

148. "It's nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today."

149. "This movie is really scary, but you're into it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time but– WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"

150. "Wait, don't pull away... not yet."

151. "Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything."

152. "No, it's fine. I can wait until you're done talking to them."

153. "No, like... it's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

154. "I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and an half because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."

155. "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time without stuttering, but that failed."

156. "We could order pizza and just stay like this all day."

157. "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

158. "I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..."

@marauder-exe​

159. "It's not funny!"

160. "That wasn't suppose to happen."

161. "Hurry back."

162. "I can't take you seriously."

163. "Problem solved."

164. "That was embarrassing."

165. "It's freezing in here."

@love-me-a-good-prompt​

166. "I love you, baby."

167. "Hey, cutie."

168. "I promise to love you for the rest of my life."

169. "You're my world."

170. "I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it."

171. "You are so perfect."

172. "Marry me?"

173. "You're the best part of me."

174. "Stay here with me. For the rest of our lives."

175. "I'm speechless, you're so beautiful!"

176. "Come here, I need to hug you."

177. "When everything's wrong, it's you that makes it right."

178. "You're the one."

@raggedy-dxctor​

179. "Well, it's the thought that counts." "Wait, no, don't take my kisses away from me!"

180. "Oh, you've started stealing my socks now?"

181. "You owe me a kiss."

182. "How did you get in here?"

183. "That's not even fair."

184. "You promised me a cookie!"

185. "Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit."

186. "You're not very intimidating."

187. "That was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done."

188. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."

189. "Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?"

@whcczes​

190. "I'll feel much better if you let me walk you home."

191. "Apparently, all our friends have a bet going that we end up together."

192. "You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe."

@moanlightlust​

193. "It's two in the morning and you want to cuddle?"

194. "You shine so bright it's intimidating. I love it."

195. "I'm here."

196. "What's your name again? Sorry, I just got that super weird feeling that we only see in movies, you know? Like, the whole world stopped turning and all I could see was you."

197. "I was born to be yours."

198. "Isn't it a bit too cliché?"

199. "So, you're just kissing strangers for no apparent reasons?"

200. "You'll always be my favourite person."

201. "You're making it weird, stop making it weird."

202. "There's nothing I love more than running back into your arms."

203. "I'm yours. Forever."

204. "You always know how to cheer me up."

205. "I... I lost the ring."

206. "Will you be mine?"

207. "Darling, you look perfect tonight."

208. "You saved my life."

209. "Don't give me that look. No... NO! I said no puppy dog eyes! You know I can't resist them! Argh, fine!"

210. "I missed you and your bad puns and even your horrible cooking and the way you fit perfectly against my body when we cuddle. I just really missed you."

211. "We're a team, remember?"

212. "There's no place I'd rather be than by your side."

213. "Your smile brightens the whole room."

214. "I kinda adopted a puppy behind your back... don't be mad! Look at those cute fluffy paws!"

215. "You're burning up. Guess I need to activate my nurse mode."

216. "I love you. As in more than friends, more than best friends and more than super extra best friends."

217. "I love you just the way you are."

218. "We need to kick his ass, no questions asked. You in?"

219. "Hot chocolate and cuddles? Kisses?"

220. "You make me feel pretty."

221. "You'll always be my best girl."

222. "Never hide yourself from me."

223. "Babe! There's no toilet paper!"

224. "I'll never give up on you."

225. "Do you feel that shirt? That's boyfriend material."

226. "That prank went so wrong."

227. "Care to dance, my love?"

228. "AH! You're stuck with me!"

229. "You're too good to me."

230. "Is it that time of the month?"

231. "Can I braid your hair?"

232. "It's okay to have doubts, as long as you don't let them overwhelm you."

233. "Come here! I can't stand to be so far away from you!"

234. "I got you."

235. "I wanna fall asleep next to you every night and wake up every morning with you by my side."

236. "Stop, I need to finish this!"

237. "I just wanna binge watch The Office, but it's not the same without you."

238. "Because I care about you!"

239. "I just wanted to impress you."

240. "I love you even though your breath stinks right now."

241. "Did you just puke on me?"

242. "We should get drunk and do stupid things."

243. "I always know what you're thinking about, babe. You're like an open book!"

244. "Could you sing to me?"

245. "I, uh, could you... could you play with my hair, please?"

246. "Nooooo, don't leave! I'm cold!"

247. "I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin me."

248. "A mistletoe? Really?"

249. "Will you join me, love?"

250. "I have feelings for you."

251. "You are the reason."

252. "Take my hand, I wanna show you something..."

253. "You have a lovely name."

254. "You're my everything."

255. "You do know a lot about my blushing schedule."

@voilawind​

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 125: Accidental Bonding (Part One)

When Harry woke up, his head was pounding and his heart was racing, he thought he might vomit. He staggered over to the floo to firecall in to work.

Robards answered, "Junior Auror Potter, good morning."

"Hello, sir," he said before his stomach heaved and he had to turn away and take a few deep breaths to steady himself. "I need to call in sick, sir. I think I've got a virus."

"What are your symptoms?" he asked curiously.

"Really bad headache, it feels like my eyes are going to pop out of my head; elevated pulse; and nausea."

His brow furrowed, "Who was your training partner yesterday?"

"Malfoy, sir," he said, his gut twisting uncomfortably.

"Where did you go?"

"Excuse me-" he broke off and held up a hand, turning away from the fireplace to try to get his bearings as his stomach tried to eject itself through his esophagus. After a moment he turned back, "We were sent to that old antique shop, sir," he said as quickly as he could manage.

"You're going to need to go to St. Mungo's."

"I don't-"

"That's not a request, Potter. Go there now and I'll be sending Junior Auror Malfoy right along."

"But-" Harry started.

"No buts, Malfoy called in with the same symptoms and I'm not taking any chances," and without another word he ended their connection.

With a sigh and one more longing look at his bed, Harry headed to St. Mungos.

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They ended up putting Malfoy in the same room as him since they were there at the Ministry's behest and with the same symptoms. Harry tried not to look at him, imagining that getting irritated would only worsen his ever growing headache. Malfoy must have felt the same because he was less annoying that usual.

Healer Kenner, a stern looking woman who reminded Harry very much of Professor McGonagall, ran diagnostic test after diagnostic test and then finally said, "Well, you're bonded."

"What?" Harry yelped.

Malfoy groaned, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Language, Auror Malfoy," she tsked.

"Apologies."

With a short nod, she continued, "The good news is that most of your discomfort can be alleviate by simple physical contact."

"And the bad news?" Harry asked wryly.

"There's nothing we can do to break the bond."

"What?" Malfoy spat.

"Surely, there's something-" Harry started.

She shook her head, "I'm afraid not. But it's not permanent," Healer Kenner added. "It'll only last a month."

"A month?!" Harry asked incredulously.

"Well it's certainly better than forever," Malfoy snarked, rubbing his hands over his face.

Harry wondered if Malfoy's head hurt as much as his did. He certainly hoped so.

But before he could say anything, Healer Kenner raised her wand and cast a spell the dragged their beds across the floor to the other. "Hold hands," she instructed.

He crossed his arms over his chest and Malfoy let out a pitiful groan.

"The sooner you do it, the sooner you'll start to feel better," she chided. "Just be glad that this particular bond only wants prolonged physical contact."

Harry shuddered, he'd heard the stories about some of the more archaic bonds.

"Oh, for Circe's sake," Malfoy grumbled as he reached across the space between them and clasped Harry's forearm in his hand.

A sense of relief hit immediately, Harry groaned as a weight lifted off his chest and the headache started receding.

"It will be faster if you both actively participate."

At this point, as the waves of relief were rolling through him, Harry was willing to do anything. He flipped over his hand, offering it to Malfoy.

The other man slid his hand down Harry's arm, as though he was afraid to break contact with him, and clasped Harry's hand in his.

She was right, his world seemed to right itself as they sat there holding hands and he let his head drop back against the bed as he took full, deep breaths for what felt like the first time in ages.

"How long do we have before it starts to feel like that again?" Malfoy asked, which Harry could admit was a good question.

She hummed, "I'd say two hours maximum before the discomfort starts affecting the way you function." After a short pause, Healer Kenner added, "You're going to probably want to spend nights together."

"Can't we just see each other in the morning?" Malfoy asked.

And Harry couldn't help but agree, "This wasn't that bad," he added. "And now that we know-"

She shook her head, "Now that your bodies are acknowledging the bond, the effects will set in quicker."

"Great," Harry grumbled. "Just bloody fantastic."

This day just kept going from bad to worse. He had no idea how he was going to tell everyone that he had an accidental bonding with Draco sodding Malfoy.

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They argued about whose house to stay in overnight and finally decided to flip a coin for it. Draco won.

And that was how Harry found himself standing with a duffel bag outside of a surprisingly cute little house, knocking and waiting to be let in.

"Potter," Malfoy greeted as he opened the door to let him in.

And Harry wondered if he was feeling the bond tugging at his skin, too, if the bond was making his gut clench and making him feel irritable and like there was something crawling under his skin. "Can I-?" he started through gritted teeth, reaching a hand toward Malfoy but stopping a few inches away.

Malfoy nodded and closed the distance between them.

The moment he touched the other man his body sagged with relief, swaying back against the doorway.

After a moment, Malfoy released his hand and gestured toward the rest of his house, "Come in," he said. "It's nothing fancy," Malfoy said, "But it's home and it's not something that my family owned."

Harry wasn't quite sure what to make of that statement, so he just focused on looking around the house as Malfoy gave him the tour. Malfoy was right, it wasn't anything fancy but it was surprisingly cozy. It was nothing like Harry had expected; he'd imagined black leather and green decor, dark and broody. But the house was the opposite, the closest anything got to Slytherin green was the sea form green accents in the bathroom. "You have a nice house," Harry said.

"You needn't sound surprised," Malfoy said with a sniff, "I have excellent taste," he added as he opened the door to the bedroom.

The bedroom had pale blue walls and cream bedding, the dresser and wardrobe were both a dark wood that Harry couldn't identify. All in all, it was a nice room, very relaxing.

"You can use this drawer," Malfoy said, flicking his wand at the second drawer to open it, "And I cleared a space for you in the closet."

"Err, thanks," Harry said.

He rolled his eyes, "Don't mention it. I know it's hard for you to believe but I can actually be considerate when the mood strikes."

Before Harry could reply, Malfoy left the room, calling over his shoulder, "I'm making salmon and rice for dinner. If you don't like it you can make something for yourself."

This wasn't quite what he'd expected, Malfoy wasn't quite what he expected, he thought as he put his clothes away. Maybe Malfoy wasn't who Harry thought he was.

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Nope. Malfoy was precisely who Harry thought he was. The two of them had spent the entire night arguing about literally everything: about using coasters (when they were wizards and removing water stains was no big deal), about which clothes Harry should have hung or left folded, about the proper way to do the dishes, about their friends and the kind of people they were, and dozens of other things that made Harry want to tear his hair out.

They were still bickering when they went to bed because Malfoy had the nerve to critique the way Harry brushed his teeth and to demand that Harry wash his face before he get into bed.

"I'm not letting the oil in your skin damage my pillowcases!"

"My skin doesn't damage pillowcases," Harry snapped. "I have pillowcases too, you know, and none of them have oil stains."

"Potter wash your fucking face or I am covering your pillow with a paper bag," Malfoy threatened. "It's not a fucking hard request. It will take you literally two minutes."

"Fine!" Harry shouted, throwing his hands in the air and returning to the bathroom.

When he came out, Malfoy was already on the left side of the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard, reading a book. "Was that so hard?" he drawled.

"Oh fuck off," Harry grumbled as took off his glasses and he threw himself down on the right side of the bed, punching a pillow for the sheer pleasure of punching something.

"You're such a bloody neanderthal," Malfoy grumbled without looking up at Harry.

"Shut up!" Harry finally erupted. "For Merlin's sake just shut up and I will, too."

Malfoy glanced over at him, looking unperturbed which honestly made Harry even more frustrated.

"It's going to take me ages to fall asleep because I'm so fucking irritated."

After a moment, Malfoy reached over and put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "It's the bond," he said quietly. "We're not touching often enough and it's making us lash out."

"I don't think we need any help in that department," Harry grumbled but he could admit that he was feeling better already.

Malfoy chuckled, "You're right about that, I suppose."

He shook his head and reached up to cover Malfoy's hand with his own and expedite the process. "This does help though," he said with a yawn.

The other man hummed, "I think we should agree now that whenever either of us wakes up over night that we'll reach out and touch the other so we can get as much sleep as possible."

Through a yawn Harry murmured, "Sounds reasonable." He closed his eyes, surprised at how tired he was feeling all of the sudden. "Merlin, I'm knackered."

"Do you mind if I leave the light on to read for a while?" Malfoy asked.

He opened one eye to look at Malfoy's blurry face, "That's nice of you to ask," he said. "I don't mind."

"Are you certain?"

He nodded. "Night."

"Good night," Malfoy replied, going back to his book but leaving his hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry drifted off, asleep in minutes.

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When Harry woke up again, the sun was peaking in through the curtains and he felt fantastic. He blinked open his eyes and realized that at some point during the night he and Malfoy had shifted, drifting until Harry's front was pressed tight against Malfoy's back, his body curled around the other man's.

He really ought to move.

But he was just so comfortable and his body was warm and loose and he just couldn't bring himself to move away.

It wasn't long before Malfoy started to shift, waking up slowly and Harry panicked. He did the only thing that he could think of and feigned sleep.

Malfoy arched and stretched, pressing his body back against Harry's for a long, delicious moment before he jumped, seeming to realize what he was doing. Then he held very still like he was waiting for something and Harry wondered if he was waiting for him to say something. When Harry didn't move and continued pretending to sleep Malfoy carefully withdrew himself and climbed out of bed to head to the loo.

Harry laid there for a long moment, missing the warmth of the other man's body, missing the way they'd seemed to fit together already.

Just the bond, he assured himself. This was all just the bond.

Right?

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Ahhh friends, I'm sorry. I hate to leave you like this but this one's going to need a part two. This girl is exhausted and this fic(let) is taking way longer than anticipated to write. I'll get part two written and posted tomorrow. <3 Lots of love, C

Part 2

Day 124: Joke | Day 126: Arranged Marriage