#kiss asks

[zenkindoflove]

10 desperately

For Elucien, but like, not an established relationship.

10...desperately.

Okay, Anon. This one got smutty. I mean, I read desperately and that's where my brain went. So this is very NSFW.

10…desperately

Elain closed her bedroom door, taking her first deep breath of the day. 

He was here, of course. And because he was here, that meant that her body was not her own. Her nose could always pick up his scent, even when he was in the adjacent room. Her eyes always found him, trailing over his lean frame, noticing how nicely his pants fit him. And her ears could hear the consistent beating of his heart, thud thud, thud thud, thud thud. 

It also meant that a more primal possession controlled her emotions. The part of her that ached for his touch.

She ignored it, of course. It was improper and senseless. Her mate was still a stranger to her, and despite the call of the mating bond, Elain was determined to maintain some of her dignity. 

An entire day of ignoring her instincts left her sore and sensitive. As she slipped on her nightgown, the brush of the fabric against her nipples infused a whimper in her throat. She squeezed her core, her sex tingling with desire. It had been like this since she was Made. As a human, she remembered having a libido, but whether it was being a Fae or the mating bond, Elain found that her sexual hunger could be insatiable at times. Lucien usually had the good sense to not stay the night, and she was able to take care of her needs without him in the house. However, tonight she had heard him agree to Feyre’s offer, citing that he had a little too much to drink. 

She could still hear his heart beating through the wall. He was put in the room down the hall, and if she listened close enough, she was sure she could hear his feet rustling against the floor as he got ready for bed. 

She slid under her covers, keeping her hands over the comforter. She closed her eyes, laying on her side, squeezing her thighs tightly together. She could ignore this. She could fall asleep. 

Her thoughts drifted as she laid there. She thought about what Lucien could be doing at that very moment. Was he lying in bed as well? Did he sleep in pajamas, or just sleep pants? Maybe he wore nothing to bed at all. Maybe beneath his sheets, he was hard, his cock aching to be touched like her pussy ached now. Maybe he ran his hand over himself, rubbing his palm against his shaft once to try and relieve some of the pressure. 

Elain rolled over on her stomach, pulling her top sheet around her and bunching it up underneath. She grinded her mound against it, seeking pressure on her throbbing clit. She knew that this alone wasn’t enough to fully satisfy her, but maybe she could soothe the growing need. Chase it away, at least until morning. She thought of Lucien. She had never seen his body, but she had a fantasy in her mind of what he would look like. She rocked her hips, biting her lip as the little release of pleasure only built her growing momentum. It seemed to only make her hunger worse. She groaned, rolling on her back as she stared up at the ceiling. 

She felt something new. Some new desire filled her chest. It was raw and jagged. It sunk its teeth into her and she purred, letting the new sensation stroke her up and down. Up and down, and then Elain realized, this desire was not her own. She popped her eyes open in surprise, as she pieced together what was happening. She was feeling Lucien’s arousal down the bond. And he was…taking care of himself. 

It was still her imagination, but she could see him more clearly now. He was naked, lying on his back in bed, stroking his erection in his fist, his head thrown back with his eyes closed shut. 

Elain bunched the bottom of her nightgown in her fists, pulling it up and over her breasts. She usually didn’t wear underwear to bed, and she immediately slid her fingers through her folds. She was soaking wet, her day-long arousal making her slick and ready. She explored first, feeling how swollen she had become, toying with her entrance as she tweaked one of her nipples, until she focused on the spot that she knew would take her all the way. She rubbed her clit slowly, more than familiar now with how much pressure and speed she needed. She could make this quick. If she could feel him, she knew he would be able to feel her. It terrified and excited her all at once. 

It was different this time. It felt like she had an audience, and it made her even more sensitive. She stroked her clit faster and faster, already a surge building inside of her. She could feel Lucien peaking too, his energy ferocious and needy. But just as she approached the edge of oblivion, she suddenly hit a wall. Her acceleration stopped and she petered out. 

“No,” she whined, and she tore her nightgown over her head. She still ached, having the distinct need to be filled, and filled by something big. Something that was just on the other side of the bond, still edging on the brink. 

She felt desperate. She knew she wasn’t thinking straight, but she had been dealing with all of this on her own for two, long, excruciating years. Her body was not her own as it tugged on the bond. 

Lucien winnowed in front of her bed in an instant, completely naked. His eyes trailed over her body, drinking her in before he prowled forward on his hands and knees across the bed. His body was even better than she imagined. All lean muscles and broad, thick shoulders and biceps. Elain held her breath as he hovered over her, and she darted her sight down, taking in that thick cock that stood in attention against his flat abs. He didn’t speak, and he didn’t touch her, as he waited for her to make the first move. 

She snatched him by the back of his head and pulled his face down to kiss him. She poured her desperation into that kiss. The need for him that never stopped bleeding. The pain of her own stubbornness, of her fear and her reluctance. How she couldn’t bring herself to think of what a first step might be. What knowing him would do to her. How she understood that after just one touch, she would be his forever. How she kept herself at a distance, not ready for forever yet. 

But oh, she had to be ready now, didn’t she? 

Her kiss was a signal for Lucien to finally let go. He kissed her with tongue, diving and lapping at hers, showing her exactly what the promise of his body held. His mouth never left hers as he slid his fingers through her slit, picking up where she left off as he circled her clit until she clung to his shoulders, and he swallowed her cry of ecstasy while she climaxed against his hand. 

As Elain came down from her high, the aching, desperate need was gone, satiated by Lucien’s expert fingers. But a new temptation cast a spell over her. She hooked her knees over Lucien’s hips, crossing her legs behind him as she pulled him flush against her sex. As Lucien tore his mouth away from hers, she chased after him with her tongue, swiping a lick over his teeth and lips. He dropped his face to the crook of her neck, inhaling with a deep sniff, before groaning and pulling his hips back. He reached a hand between them, lining his cock up at her entrance. 

He didn’t push inside of her immediately, and Elain grew impatient with his hesitancy. She practically growled, tightening her legs around his ass and pushing him forward. 

She only took moments to adjust before Lucien quickened his thrusts. They both knew this would be fast, neither of them considering taking it slow. This wasn’t about learning each other's bodies. This was about soothing a burn. Elain grabbed a fist full of Lucien’s hair, tugging him down so that he could kiss her again. She wanted him to fill her mouth as well as her pussy. He pounded into her, his hard, fast movements building her up again, this time to a peak fiercer and more dangerous. Elain realized she was meeting his thrusts too, jutting her hips forward so that her clit grinded against his pelvis. She forgot about being quiet, and as her orgasm crashed through her, the most feral wail rang out of her throat. Lucien groaned as he collapsed on top of her, chanting the word “Fuck” over and over into her ear. 

Elain loosened the grip on his hair, running her hands over his scalp in a gentle caress. Her entire body tingled, a hazy, blissful fog making her forget that she and Lucien had barely spoken ten words to each other since they met. She cradled him, loving the way he felt still hard inside of her. Once the haze faded, she knew they were in for the most awkward pillow talk of all time. But for now, she basked in the moment, feeling whole inside her body for the first time. 

Kiss prompts.

[holylustration]

Aurelia x Marazhai #24

Skipping the queue a bit to answer a more recent kiss prompt for my OG Pair! List of prompts is here, list of completed prompts is in my Index of Works.

#24: ...in danger.

Every time she stumbled with the spinning of the world, Marazhai cursed at her. He dragged her by her wrist, then the ruined collar of her dress, and then finally by the dirty rope that was her braid as they darted through the underbelly of that foul and sunless place.

Her feet slipped along the streets; she was still slick with gore from the arena and light headed from stim withdrawal, for she'd been too careless in sharing it. Jae needed it and Abelard needed it, too, but if they were to get out of this place, Aurelia needed it more, and the cold truth of it was starting to worm its way into the place the mind maggot had left behind.

"Why are we running?" she asked, her throat sore from screaming.

"We are being hunted," was the clipped reply.

"Everything in this place hunts." Aurelia was on her knee again, but so close to the ground, she could see the approaching shadows. She did not even wince as a tug on her braid brought her to her feet.

"Then stop being such easy prey, my - " Marazhai hissed as the momentum sent her sprawling into him.

Blood flowed on Aurelia's clothing as her skin scraped and was pierced by the spikes on his armor. She was too numb to care.

"Kae morag!"

The sickly green light of the street faded into deep shadows as Marazhai wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing her further onto the sharp spikes, and hoisted her in the air.

Aurelia caught glimpses of their surroundings over a shoulder plate: ruined, crumbling buildings. Some figures shambled, collecting garbage from piles. Other figures were propped over barrels or pushed against walls, their bodies obscured by leering, lean forms.

The distant sound of wings, of rushed footsteps, followed, mingling with the drugged moans and cries of the lowest of the low.

Marazhai pushed Aurelia into a corner, blocking her from view. His face was cast in shadow as he loomed above her.

"It is time for another game now, my pet," he whispered. "And if you break the rules, it will not be by my hand that you suffer." He took her face between his fingers, lifting her chin up as he brought his mouth to hers.

His lips were surprisingly soft and tasted of blood. He kissed her hungrily - no, urgently - as though it might be their last time, stealing the very breath from her lungs as he nipped at her mouth and let his tongue glide against hers. There was no way, even in the dark and with her eyes closed, that she could pretend she was anywhere else or with anyone else, not when she had become the center of his entire world.

The commands of the search party drew closer, but Aurelia scarcely heard them. The poisoned chalice of his affections had likely doomed them both.

[damiannasworld]

Write a Kiss challenge: 33 Bojere! :D 🥰

33. Forcefully

Bojan is nervously tapping his fingers against his thigh. He's sitting on a taxi on his way to Jere's apartment from the airport. It's been two months since they've last seen each other but for Bojan it feels like forever.

The tingling feeling in his stomach gets stronger all the time. Soon he's standing in front of Jere's place and knocks the door.

Jere comes to open the door with a visible enthusiasm.

"Bojči! You're here."

Jere wraps his arms around Bojan's body and pulls him into a tight hug. Bojan breaths in his scent a little while before pulling back.

He looks Jere directly in the eyes and cups his face with his hands. He's overwhelmed with his a feelings and can't stop thinking about how beautiful and adorable Jere is.

Bojan pushes Jere against the nearest wall and crashes their lips together with such force that Jere can't do nothing but surrender. He's drowning in the kiss and can't get enough of the softness of Bojan's lips.

They keep kissing until they're out of breath. When they finally have to break the kiss to catch some air they keep pressing their foreheads together.

"God, I've missed you so much."

Bojan sighs and presses their lips together again. He tugs Jere's hair with a bit more force than he intended but realises the other one doesn't mind after getting an excited reaction in response.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Tedromeda 45

for the kisses

Tedromeda in anger? Here it is! Since it's over 1000 words I'm plopping it directly on AO3. Read on and enjoy!

ship kiss asks

P.S. The song that served as inspiration/title for the fic: Outnumbered by Dermot Kennedy.

[asirensrage]

For the Kiss Asks:

On the forehead:- can be familial/platonic/romantic. Person A shows affection and sense of protectiveness for person B.

On the side of the head:- can be familial/platonic/romantic. A sign of assurance and adoration.

(I'm a sucker for soft affection kisses)

Yessss thank you!

On the forehead: Listen, my first instinct was Sam Winchester (especially Sam and Michelle lol)

"Do you think it'll be okay?" He bends down, lips press against the skin of her forehead and her eyes close automatically. "You'll be fine." She feels herself relax and smiles as he moves back. "Thank you."

Honourable mentions: Steve Rogers, Thor, Eliot Spencer, Nanami Kento

On the side of the head: my first thought was Toni's dad (my oc), Tyrone Caulder.

"Hey sweetheart," he wraps an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss against the side of her head. "How are you?" Toni smiles, breathing in the familiar scent of earth and chemical that surrounds her father. "Good," she says. "I need to talk to you and mom." "Uh oh, sounds serious...let me finish this and we can find your mother."

Honourable mention: Stanley Elswood (my oc), Nate Ford, Aragorn, Spartacus, Dean Winchester

Send me a type of kiss and I will tell you what character I think of who suits it.

[sarcasticdolphin]

🤎 multiple kisses/kisses all over/kiss after kiss (ship of your choice 😊)

I have chosen Todolf as the pairing :D

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"A little more forceful." Rudolf nodded, his wings twitching a little, and leaned in again.

"Linger for a few moments longer." Tod adjusted his grip on Rudolf's waist as the former prince moved in again.

"Deeper, but less tongue." Rudolf let his hands move to Tod's shoulders as he leaned in once more.

"Deeper."

"Deeper."

"Deeper." Rudolf's hand's went to Tod's collar as he yanked his friend closer, kissing him for all he was worth.

"Too much tongue." Rudolf's wings slumped a bit, the former prince looking quite dejected.

Tod pulled him in by the chin. "Let me show you."

The kiss was perfect, deep and tender and Rudolf never wanted it to end, whining when Tod pulled back.

"Again."

"Could you show me again, first?"

"Always." Tod kissed him again.

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It took Rudolf an embarrassingly long time to figure it out.

"You are never going to deem me good enough at kissing to give me my own assignment."

"Are you complaining?"

Rudolf pressed a kiss to Tod's cheek before capturing his lips. "Never."

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[startreklesbian]

Happy birthday to me i guess

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[hinamie]

surprise it's yuri!!!in 2024

[zenkindoflove]

47… for Elucien!!

Answering two with this because they were very close in theme.

45/47... out of anger/out of spite.

Elain covertly listened to her sisters giggling and chatting in the next room. It was unusual for them, but ever since Nesta started planning her mating ceremony, she and Feyre were thick as thieves. The mated sisters. Well… the happy ones at least. After one particularly long round of cackling, Elain decided she had had enough and wanted to know what was so funny. She stood up from the sofa, crossing the threshold, and entering the library.

“Oh gods, and the chafing. Make sure you pack plenty of that salve Madja makes,” Feyre said, neither sister noticing Elain had walked into the room.

“Chafing for what?” Elain asked.

Nesta and Feyre both covered their mouths but couldn’t contain the laughter that spilled out. They didn’t even bother answering her. Instead they laughed uncontrollably until tears streamed out of their eyes.

“Can anyone explain to me what is going on?” Elain crossed her arms, her annoyance building quickly.

“It’s nothing,” Feyre shook her head, gasping for air. She peeked over at Nyx who was still fast asleep in his rocker, used to loud noises already.

“Yeah, it’s not really your thing, Elain,” Nesta clarified.

Anger bubbled inside of her. “What does that mean? Not my thing?”

Feyre and Nesta exchanged exasperated looks. Nesta, never one to soften her words, finally broke it down.

“We are talking about the frenzy. You know, after I officially accept the bond with Cassian. We figured given that you don’t even like your mate, and you’re such a prude about sex, you wouldn’t want to know.”

“I never said I didn’t like Lucien,” Elain quickly countered, surprised that she was even admitting to it. It was true. The entire mating bond dilemma was a sore subject for her. She tried her best not to think about it or what it meant for her future. But even if she wasn’t ready to face that huge decision, it had never been about Lucien as a person or how attractive he was. In fact, how attractive Elain found him was half of the problem she had with the bond. She felt too much for someone she didn’t even know, and it made her nervous.

“Please,” Nesta scoffed. “You treat him like he has some kind of disease.”

Her gut twisted, and she balled her fists at her sides, “Shut up, Nesta. You were even crueler to Cassian before they made you live with him.”

Nesta rolled her eyes as Feyre bounced her gaze between the two.

“You’re still a prude,” Nesta reminded her. “So yeah, unless you wanna hear about all of the positions I’m going to have Cassian fuck me in, I’m going to assume that we were correct to not include you.”

Elain laughed viciously, and both Nesta and Feyre widened their eyes. “That’s so typical. From both of you. You have always made assumptions about the things I care about or what I can and can’t handle.”

“Well, are we wrong, baby ears?” Nesta challenged.

Yes! Elain wanted to scream. She wanted to tell both her sisters exactly where they could shove it. She wanted to stomp her feet and yell about all the times they made assumptions and left her out of important matters. Or stifled their words whenever she was around. Or made decisions for her without even consulting her. So many angry, resentful words were waiting at the tip of her tongue. But she knew words wouldn’t do. They would never respect her until they could see.

So, Elain decided in that very moment to commit to maybe the most impulsive, life altering decision of her life.

“Yes, you are wrong. And I’ll show you,” she announced, quickly turning around and exiting the library.

Nesta and Feyre didn’t take long to follow. She met them in the hallway as she exited the kitchen, carrying a cookie she had made earlier that afternoon.

“What is that for?” Feyre asked warily, her eyes widening in fear.

“I’m going to give it to Lucien,” Elain said, walking up the stairs with determination holding her spine straight. She was headed right for Rhys’ study where Lucien was delivering his biweekly report back.

“Are you insane?” Nesta demanded. “Elain, we were just kidding. This is ridiculous! You made your point.”

Elain ignored them, turning the corner and walking straight to Rhys’ study door. She didn’t knock. Instead, she barged in, finding Rhys at his desk, Azriel leaning against the bookshelf, and Lucien lounging on the sofa, his legs spread wide, and his arm thrown over the back of the seat.

“Can I help you, Elain?” Rhys asked, as Nesta and Feyre scurried behind her.

Elain ignored his question and marched straight to where Lucien sat as he stared at her, perplexed. When she stopped at his feet, she held out the cookie to him.

“Eat this.”

She heard his heart rate speed up as he widened his mismatched eyes at the cookie. She could even hear a faint whirring from his metal eye. The rest of the room stared at them, completely shocked.

“Elain, we’re sorry!” Feyre called out. “We didn’t mean it, okay?”

“What is going on here?” Rhys asked her, incredulity darkening his tone.

Lucien only stared back into Elain’s eyes. She refused to look away.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and she could see that each of his muscles were pulled taut.

“Yes,” she answered, and she even surprised herself by how much she meant it. She wasn’t sure how it worked, but she tried to open her end of the bond, hoping that Lucien would be able to feel her confidence in this decision.

Lucien grabbed the cookie and shoved the entire thing into his mouth. Gasps ricocheted through the room as Lucien chewed and swallowed in record time.

Lucien shot up from his seat, immediately removing his jacket.

“We need to leave,” Rhys’ voice darkened in warning. “Now.”

The others exchanged fearful glances as Rhys rose from his desk, pushing Azriel with his hands to try and direct them out of the room. Nesta and Feyre froze, staring at Elain and Lucien.

Elain’s heart raced, in time with Lucien’s, as he stood centimeters away from her, his breathing frantic. Elain could feel a change in her body. She had always wanted Lucien, fantasies of their bodies entwined never far from her mind. But now… now it was as if every nerve ending had been set on fire, and the only way she wouldn’t burn alive is if she felt him inside of her… right now.

Lucien lifted her into his arms, carrying her over to Rhys’ desk as Nesta and Feyre yelped, quickly turning around to rush out of the office. He cleared Rhys’ desk in one sweep before dropping her on top and pushing his body between her legs. As she pulled him down aggressively by the back of his head, sealing her lips to his, she heard from the other side of the door, “Why does it have to be in my study?”

Kiss prompts.

[hansoeii]

It's about who.

[damiannasworld]

21 and 44 for bojere :3

21. On a place of insecurity

Bojan is nervous. His heart is beating so fast he feels it's about to come out of his chest. He's usually not this anxious before the gigs.

But this gig isn't just any gig. It's the first one of their new tour, it's in Helsinki and they're going to perform two of their new songs tonight.

Performing "Everybody's waiting" is very personal for him. The song was born from his anxieties and singing it in front of an audience feels like exposing his soul.

Besides that they're going to play a completely new song from their upcoming album. A song people have never heard before. He doesn't know what kind of response they're going to get at it makes him feel really insecure.

Jere has noticed Bojan's state of mind and takes his hands into his owns rubbing them with a soothing motions. He presses a small kiss against Bojan's forehead.

"Listen to me; they're going love the songs. The Finns are absolutely crazy about you. There's no reason to be nervous."

Jere's words make Bojan feel slightly better. He looks Jere in the eyes and feels his chest filling with an affection.

"Thank you for always being there for me."

44. Out of lust

Jere has been driving Bojan insane the entire evening. They're at a bar and Jere has been playing a little game of his own for hours. He loves teasing Bojan.

A hand placed on his thigh staying there way too long, fingers lingering a little bit too high. Lips slightly brushing against his ear and neck making his skin going on goosebumps.

Jere licking his lips suggestively while watching Bojan in the eyes with a mischievous grin.

A gestures so subtle nobody else at the bar would notice. But Bojan notices and is starting to get more hot and bothered all the time.

He wants to kiss the smirk away from Jere's face but of course he can't because they're in a public place.

The ride back home is torturing. Jere's eyes are wanderig up and down over Bojan's body and it takes all of his will power from Bojan not to attack on his lips.

When they're finally back home Bojan pushes Jere against the door right after closing it.

"You're such a tease. Fucking brat!"

He says before grabbig Jere from the collar of his shirt and pulling him in a passionate kiss.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

for the kiss ship ask game, if it's ok, Remadora #8. thanks!!!! i love your writing.

Remadora #8 - a kiss in secret! I actually have one more of these in my ask box, so I'll write another soon :)

Read below or on AO3!

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Remus descends the staircase at Grimmauld Place in a hurry. The Order meeting is starting any minute now and he doesn’t want to be late.

This is what he tells himself, at least. He doesn’t want to miss the chance of sitting next to—

“Hey, Remus!”

The object of his highly inappropriate desires has taken hold of his arm and he finds himself pulled into the late Orion Black’s study.

“T-Tonks,” he chokes. “The meeting!”

“I need to ask you something.”

She’s leaning against the desk, exhaling rapidly, her chest heaving with irregular, almost nervous breaths. Remus stands in front of her, struggling not to stare down her revealing shirt.

“Yes?”

“Did you finish the report for me?” she asks, as a pleasing, rosy hue covers her face and neck. “The one from last week’s mission?”

“I did,” Remus replies, frowning. “Did you not want me to?”

“No, I did, or I don’t mind,” she says quickly. Biting the inside of her cheek, she adds, “Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble at all.”

It feels as if there’s something between them. If Remus is honest, it’s been there for months, budding and decaying and regrowing again, each time stronger than before, and he’s not sure how much more he can take.

But then she flings her arms around his neck and presses a kiss on his lips. It’s barely more than a peck, their lips aren’t even parted, and it’s over too soon.

Tonks steps back and puts her hand over her mouth. The tick-tick-tick of the antique clock behind them fills the silence.

There’s a creaking sound coming from the staircase.

Remus inhales sharply and looks behind him. The door is half-open and he’s horrified someone has seen them. He shouldn’t have let her pull him into the dark, secluded space. If he’s lucky, it’ll be Sirius who finds them, but if it’s Severus or—

“—no one saw,” Tonks says, in a tone that’s too high-pitched. “I’m sorry . . . I wanted to thank you, and I’ve been meaning to tell you . . . ”

She babbles erratically, confusing him. She’s usually articulate but she’s making all sorts of excuses and he’s wondering if she really just kissed him.

“ . . . a secret, I meant it to stay that way, and it’s just, you’re you and I’m me and . . .”

“What?”

“Were you not,” she stops, as her hair colors prettily, matching her pink cheeks, “listening to me? I said we can keep what just happened . . . a secret. If you want.”

“Y-yes,” he stammers. “That’s probably for the best.”

A golden clock chimes behind them. It strikes once, twice, thrice, until it settles on an eighth, sharp trill.

“We’re going to be late,” she says quietly, almost painfully. “I’m sorry. I understand if . . . you don’t want to be partnered on any more missions with me. It’s obvious you don’t . . .”

Remus opens his mouth. “Tonks, why would I want that?”

He’s never seen her look so forlorn. Her shoulders are uncharacteristically slumped, her chest isn’t heaving as strongly, and her eyes are downturned.

“I’m—”

“—tell them I’ve got a headache.” Her tone is weak, but resolved.

“What?” Remus sputters, his hands finding her arms instinctively. “Do you need something for it? I can get you a potion—”

“—can you just tell me this,” Tonks interrupts, as her hair becomes a duller pink, “you didn’t want me to do that. To kiss you.”

“You wanted . . . that was intentional?”

Hurried, staccato steps reach them.

“There you are,” says Sirius. Remus jumps away from Tonks, recognizing how inappropriately close they are, and a knowing smirk crosses his friend’s face.

“Tell them we need a minute more to finish the report,” Tonks says hotly. She glares, turning her nose up, and Remus sees the sharp, Black family cheekbones forming into a mask of haughty, indignant rage.

Sirius grins and hums a bright tune on his way out. He closes the door behind him, leaving Remus truly alone with Tonks.

The Black mask is gone a moment later. It’s Tonks again, open, gentle, and startlingly embarrassed.

“If I kissed you again,” she says, her voice trembling as it finds its previous strength, “would you kiss me back?”

Remus gapes at her, watching the mix of emotions crossing her face. He doesn’t know where to look, but she’s coming closer and—

Her lips are on his again. The realization washes over him that she wants this, and he’s letting her, and he knows he’ll be damned to hell but she’s got the softest lips, most intoxicating scent, and sweetest sighs.

They pull apart a minute later when clipped, impatient knocking interrupts them.

“I don’t have all night,” Sirius says irritably. “Finish your secret report. I told the others you’re battling a ghoul but they’re only going to buy that for—”

While Sirius talks loudly at them, Tonks murmurs against Remus’s jaw.

“We can keep it a secret for now, okay?”

Remus thinks it should be kept a secret forever, their kiss in the study, but when Sirius raps at the door they know they’ve got to go.

“Remus,” Tonks whispers, taking his hand before it’s on the brass doorknob. “We’ll talk later, right?”

He manages to nod; her radiant smile lights up the shadowy study and he follows her out, not realizing he still has her hand in his until they’ve found their seats at the meeting.

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you know the art you made of Soap "accidentally" giving Ghost a kiss before going on a mission? (before they started dating) what do you think happened when Soap came back from the mission? :3c

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They start dating of course! <3

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To the twenty people asking me in my dms and in my ask box:

Yes you may draw fanart, make a cosplay, write a fanfic, make fan music of my Overlord Husk AU!

Just tag me when you finish because I’m nosy LOL So sorry that I can’t get to replying to everyone but I hope this answers that question LOL

Anyways here’s a Overlord Husk AU crumb sketch from my pocket sketchbook while I make you all wait for the main comic. The one and only Husk the Casino King, with his beloved King/Queen Angel, and their darling little prince FatNuggets 🥰