#one piece 899

[beaulesbian]

[zorostiddiesaretheonepiece]

[whatevsman16]

God Bless this rubbery twit

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Our intro! Most of these Act 1 scenes aren’t really adding much, but consistently this is a great part to let breathe a little more. This is one thing we add though; Kiku gets a little time to establish herself before Urashima shows up. It’s a great moment with a regular. Showing how much this teahouse means to Okobore. Her forlorn expression, the contrast between how much the guy appreciates the dango and Urashima blowing their food off makes the intro a little better. You also get that cute intro shot with the flowers!

[bvsatq]

braiding each others hair ༉‧₊˚.

pairing: neteyam sully x fem!na’vi! reader

genre: fluff  |  word count: 899 |  warning: nothing really

comments: for now ima stick w lil scenarios to write about because my imagination is like broken and can't think of any fun stories 😪 

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today was one of yours and neteyam’s day off. you guys decided to take it easy and just relax, bathing in each other's presence. you guys were laying on the forest floor, cuddling. he was running his hands through your braided hair when he noticed you hadn’t rebraided your hair in a little. 

“come on yawne. let's go back.” neteyam said slightly lifting you off of him. “why? it's so nice here!” you whined. “cmon so i can rebraid your hair and you can rebraid mine. we can add matching beads!” his eye lit up in excitement at his amazing idea. 

you let out a giggle and nodded, standing up with him and walking back to your guys’ hut. neteyam had always loved sharing matching jewelry with you so having matching beads in your hair was no surprise. 

once you guys arrived he started picking beads for the both of you putting them in a little bowl. “i wanna do your hair first teyam,” you said as he walked over to where you were sitting, placing the bowl down. “um no, i came up with the idea so i go first” he mumbled grabbing you by the waist and sitting you between his legs. “okay i choose the beads you choose the pattern.” he beamed at you. 

once you chose the pattern he started unbraiding your hair then braiding it again. his fingers felt cold against your scalp. it was a nice cold feeling since today was a hot day. “you know, this would be easier if you stopped moving so much“ he chuckled. “you're tickling me! plus, you are taking forever. i'd be done by now“ you joked, giggling. 

he took his time braiding the back of your hair making beautiful braids. “okay i'm done. now the front pieces“ he was excited for the front pieces. he got to put the beads in your hair. it completed the whole look. 

“come here“ he said, grabbing you by the waist and turning you around. this time making you face him. he quickly started again. you smiled at his concentrated face. he looked so pretty, his delicate finger combing through your hair. he was truly a sight to see. 

you closed your eyes, and sighed in content. “i'm so lucky ma neteyam“ you breathe out. “what do you mean, yawne?“ he questioned, eyes and fingers never leaving your hair. “i'm so lucky to have you. you are everything i've ever wanted and more. i love you nete“ you smiled up at him.

he stopped mid braid and looked down at you. he let the braid fall from his fingers, which he'd probably have to restart later, and held your face. he leaned in and kissed you, smiling against your lips. “i'm waaayy more lucky. i love you more“ he replied. 

you frowned, “um no, you don’t. i love you mo-“ he cut you off saying, “shh no you don't. now stay still i'm almost done“ you were about to argue with him but he just shut you up with a kiss and continued with your hair. 

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“okay, all done!“ he lightly pushed you off to admire his work. “it looks so good teyam! thank you!“ he smiled proudly at you. “your turn. come here“ you guys switched positions. he laid himself on your lap shifting every now and then trying to find a more comfortable position. he was bigger than you so he needed to slouch more which was a bit uncomfy at times but he could care less. 

once he was 100% comfortable he laid still the whole time. his big hands rested on your thighs. it was getting darker which made your bioluminescence freckles glow. he connected each little dot with his fingers as well as tracing lines and shapes on your thighs. 

neteyam was so relaxed. he felt like a little kid again having his mom play and re-braid his hair. his tail was lightly tapping the floor and his eyes were close basking in your presence. you had taken a little break given as it was now eclipse, lighting up come candles for light. your guys’ hut was dimly lit. it had such a nice feeling, pure love in the air.

it wasn’t rare for neteyam to purr, at least not around you. right now he was in such a calm state, being able to feel your love. you were almost done when you heard his purr. you smiled to yourself and pressed your lips to the crown of his head making him purr even more.

“okay all done my love,” you announced. he opened his droopy eyes, clearly so close to falling asleep, “thank you tiyawn, lets go to bed now.” you thought he’d stand up and head to what you guys called a bed but no, he slumped back on your lap, this time his chest on your stomach, and closed his eyes. 

“neteyammmm, lets go to bed over there. where normal na’vi sleep.” you sighed. “this is normal. now shh let's sleep” he pulled himself up and laid his head on your chest. he reached for yours and his braid and connected them together. it was an every night routine ever since you two mated. 

“thank you for doing my hair teyam, goodnight.” you said. “thank you for doing my hair tiyawn, goodnight.” he said, both of you falling into a deep slumber.

[simply-ivanka]

If Taylor Swift Had Endorsed Donald Trump

Democrats would scorn her business savvy, cap her ticket prices, and fret over her huge carbon footprint.

Wall Street Journal

By Allysia Finley

Forbes estimates Taylor Swift’s net worth at $1.3 billion. Despite her liberal leanings, the singer-songwriter has amassed her wealth the old-fashioned way: through hard work, talent and business savvy. Her endorsement of Kamala Harris last week is rich considering she owes her success to the capitalist system the vice president wants to tear down.

“The way I see it, fans view music the way they view their relationships,” Ms. Swift wrote in a 2014 piece for the Journal. “Some music is just for fun, a passing fling. . . . Some songs and albums represent seasons of our lives, like relationships that we hold dear in our memories but had their time and place in the past. However, some artists will be like finding ‘the one.’ ” She has become “the one” for hundreds of millions of fans worldwide with lyrics that chronicle relationship woes women commonly experience.

Ms. Swift took advantage of her ardent fan base in 2014 by removing her catalog from Spotify in a bid for higher royalties. “Valuable things should be paid for. It’s my opinion that music should not be free,” she explained. “My hope for the future, not just in the music industry, but in every young girl I meet, . . . is that they all realize their worth and ask for it.”

She also criticized Apple Music for not paying artists during the streaming service’s free trial, prompting the company to change its policy. As she jeers in a hit song, “Who’s afraid of little old me?” Apparently, Big Tech companies.

Last year she reportedly raked in $200 million from streaming royalties on top of the estimated $15.8 million she grossed per performance during her recent “Eras” tour. Some fans have shelled out thousands of dollars on the resale market to see Ms. Swift perform. Americans have even traveled to Europe when they couldn’t get tickets in the U.S.

Her fan base may be more loyal and enthusiastic than Donald Trump’s. JD Vance scoffed at the idea that the star’s endorsement of Ms. Harris could influence the outcome of the election. The “billionaire celebrity,” he said, is “fundamentally disconnected from the interests and the problems of most Americans.” Maybe, but she certainly taps into the problems of young women.

Democrats hope to use Ms. Swift’s endorsement to drive them to the polls. But it isn’t difficult to imagine what the left would be saying about her had she endorsed the Republican antihero. It might go something like this:

The billionaire has gotten rich by ripping off fans, avoiding taxes and harming competitors. Time for the government to break her up. Unlike rival artists, Ms. Swift writes, performs and owns her compositions. This vertical integration allows her to charge exorbitant royalties and ticket prices.

Tickets for her “Eras” tour on average cost about $240. That’s merely the price for admission—not including food, drink or Swiftie swag. VIP passes that include memorabilia go for $899. How dare she make young women choose between paying for groceries or rent and going to a concert.

The Federal Trade Commission must cap Ms. Swift’s ticket prices at a reasonable price—say, $20—and ban her junk fees. Concertgoers shouldn’t have to pay $65 for an “I Love You It’s Ruining My Life” sweatshirt.

Her romance with Kansas City Chiefs tight end Travis Kelce also unfairly boosts their star power, letting them charge more for endorsements. As Ms. Swift writes in one song, “two is better than one.” Mr. Kelce reportedly signed a $100 million podcast deal with Amazon’s Wonderly. By breaking up the couple, the government could reduce their royalties and ticket prices.

Ms. Swift, the self-described “mastermind,” also dodges taxes on her “full income,” which includes some $125 million in real estate and a music catalog worth an estimated $600 million. “They said I was a cheat, I guess it must be true,” Ms. Swift acknowledges in her song “Florida!!!”

Under the Biden-Harris administration’s proposed billionaire’s tax, she would have to pay a 25% levy on the $1 billion increase in her fortune since 2017. But that isn’t enough. Ms. Swift should also have to pay taxes on the appreciating value of her “name, image and likeness,” which the Internal Revenue Service considers an asset.

How much is her brand worth? Easily billions. She might say, as she does in a song, that her “reputation has never been worse.” True, Miss Americana’s image took a hit after reports that her private-jet travel in 2022 emitted 576 times as much CO2 as the average American in a year. When Ms. Swift sings, “It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me,” she’s correct. She and her fat-cat friends are what’s wrong with America.

Appeared in the September 16, 2024, print edition as 'If Taylor Swift Had Endorsed Donald Trump'.

[thepersonnamedsam]

he needed more than me - dr3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x gn!reader

summary:

tears over beers - modern baseball

not strong enough - boygenius

iris - goo goo dolls

warnings: s/h, sui$ide, bad mental health

!don’t read if you feel triggered!

word count: 1k

note: don’t ever feel like there’s no one that cares, there’s always someone that does, even if it’s a stranger on the other side of the phone call.

masterlist / taglist

pls, for the love of god, if you ever feel like this is the end, talk to someone

if you are american, you can call/text 988

if you are australien, call 1300 659 467

if you are from the uk, call 0800 689 5652

if you are from the philippines, call 0917-899-8727

if you are german, call 030-44 01 06 07

these are all suicide/crisis hotlines, free and confidential, open 24/7

reach out for help, even if it’s just a friend, you can always talk to me too

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He was my one true love, you know? He was my everything. And even though I couldn’t see him as much as I’d liked, or hold him through the night, I still knew, he was the one that I loved and I couldn’t ever let him go.

He was the sunshine in my life, the life I never quiet lived. But he brought out the best in me. The warmth spreading through my body as he smiled at me. Nothing could ever replace that feeling inside my body.

„I love you“, he murmured against my skin. Tattooed hands softly scraping my thighs. Goosebumps arose on my body and I shivered. He quietly chuckled. His laugh warmed my soul. „I love you more.“

And it was true, I loved him more than anyone ever did. My love for him was like warm milk with honey on a cold winter day. My love was all I had for him.

But it was never enough, at least not for me. I can’t speak for Daniel, you know his head, don’t you? Always smiling and never letting his true emotions shine. I just hoped he had some piece of mind with me.

„I’m so proud of you, honey“, I whispered and he squeezed me tighter to his body. He toward over my frame, a small smile playing on his lips. „So, so proud, you don’t understand.“

„I do“, he whispered back, lips against lips. I smelled his perfume on his skin. I felt his beard scratch my cheek. I felt his smile on my lips. I felt everything, his every atom, his every emotion; everything. It all felt too much, but I’d feel hell for him.

„I’d do everything for you“, he told me, softly kissing my lips. His lips tasted of honey, my favourite chapstick, that he stole once again.

„I’d do more for you.“ He never once argued over my statement, because he knew it was true. He’d kill for me, but I’d die for him.

Even when it all became too much, with all the hate and all the emotions involved, I still stayed. Even when I didn’t feel myself, even when I only felt him if I bled. I still stayed.

He was my one true love, and even though I couldn’t see him as much as I’d liked, hold him in my arms all through the night, I still knew he was the one for me.

But I wasn’t strong enough, always an angel, never a god.

The blood always hidden inside my body, his eyes never touching it. He didn’t know, or he didn’t tell me he knew.

Either way, I’d do anything for him, even if it meant, that he needed more than me. I wasn’t strong enough for him.

My skin etched to be bleeding, my thoughts begged to be stilled. He was my one true love, you know. I’d do everything for him.

Like the Goo Goo Dolls said: „Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive.“

I’d give up forever to touch him, I knew he’d understand and feel me somehow. I knew he’d solve the puzzle and riddle me a new one. I knew he’d understand, even if he didn’t.

You know Daniel, he wouldn’t ever cry, not once did I see him cry in front of anyone but me. He saw me cry thousands of times. Held me close in his arms and whispered sweet nothings into my ears.

„You got this, beautiful, just hold on a little longer. „We’re gonna buy a house outside any civilisation, with a big garden. Vegetables and fruits, so I only have to go into town once a month. It’s gonna be great, I’m gonna put a diamond ring on this finger and we’re gonna hold a small wedding in our backyard. You just have to hold on a little longer, please, just eight minutes until the paramedics arrive“, he begged and begged and begged.

But my body was so tired from all the fighting, from all the hate, from all the pain. Eight minutes was too long. And I knew I hurt my love that day. But I couldn’t stand to live much longer.

Always an angel, never a god.

And when I tell you, that he finally cried in front of other people, my heart skipped a beat for my one true love. He was opening up. That was an other reason why he needed more than me.

To Daniel,

I may not get to see you as often as I’d like.

I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night.

But deep in my heart I know, you’re the one that I love and can’t let go.

Don’t ever hide your emotions. Please Daniel. Don’t ever only be the sunny boy, just once in your life, be the boy crying.

Time, you just need time. You needed more than me, trust me. Because time can be two things;

The healer

or

The killer

and I’m the latter.

And as Lorelai so beautifully said;

in between

„hello and goodbye“

we loved.

Don’t ever doubt my love for you, as I always said: I’d die for you and I did. I did, because you could’ve never kill someone. You would’ve never lived with the consequences. So I died for you, took my life, so you don’t have to take any others. I took away your decision. I took it away to make your life easier, believe me.

So, stop starring at the ceiling and breath in and out. I’ll always be your angel.

Love you always and forever.

°°°

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[moon-alight]

Hello admin! I hope all is well:D

I was wondering if I can request an &team maknae line recation to prom dress shopping with there s/o?

Thank you so much if you can fulfill this request,if not I totally understand ❤️

HAPPY NEW YEAR! My blog exists a whole year now and I'm back! I hope to post every now and then so leave asks in my inbox! (Also, I have done all members 😘)

General Masterlist

&Team Masterlist

&Team shopping prom-dresses with their s/o

Warnings: fluff (reader is female)

Word Count: 899 words

-K

-You mentioned you'd be going to shop for your prom dress and he overheard this. Kei decided he wanted to come along just to help you carry your bags lol.

-Walking from store to store, he did not seem to get impatient at all and almost had as much fun as you did. There was a constant smile on his face and he looked intrigued every time you held up a dress.

-Offered to pay for the dress that made your eyes sparkle because he knew you'd look so so pretty in it.

-He would be complimenting you every second as well and just enjoyed spending time with you.

-Fuma

-My man is solemly there to support you because he knows how much you look forward to prom.

-Whenever you hold up a dress he tells you how much he likes it even if it is the ugliest dress on Earth.

-To him you look good in everything and even the ugliest pieces of fabric can become artworks when you wear it. He is such a cutie.

-He does laugh at your excitement because he just gets internally happy whenever you are happy

-Unlike Kei, he does not offer to pay he just does. This man would shove you out of the way to pay for your dress lol

-Nicholas

-This man has the time of his life looking through the many dresses and imagining you wearing each and every one of them.

-Enjoys to hear you rattle about what kinds of fabric and style you're looking for and will interpret your wishes as he helps you look.

-Deadass gets pouty if you don't like one of the dresses he picked because he really liked it.

-Almost falls of his chair when you come out in the one but manages to catch his balance last moment.

-EJ

-Idiot treats this shopping spree as though you were looking for a wedding dress instead of a prom dress.

-Likes to keep his options open and comes along just to see what color you will be wearing so he can get a suit to match.

-Does not understand anything you say when you describe the pattern or style you wish to wear but nods as though he does.

-Enjoys matching jewelry with the dress you choose just so everything about you can sparkle at prom.

-Yuma

-Complains that you had dragged him down towards the mall because he really did not want to come.

-Once he's there and sees how excited you are, he calms down and just follows you around like a lost puppy for a while until he finds the excitement inside of himself.

-Once he sees a dress he loves he would constantly comment it to make you notice it. He would never outright say that he wants you to wear that dress but he would make it very known.

-Disappointed if you choose a different dress but comes around when you show it off because you're right, that one does compliment all your curves perfectly.

-Jo

-He comes along but kind of forgets why he's there and keeps wandering off to different directions to which you have to pull him back because he keeps getting distracted.

-Does actually not care what dress you choose. You could be showing up in a carton box and you'd still be the prettiest to him so he just kind of wanders behind you.

-Whenever you ask his opinion on something his answer would always be the same: "You look so pretty in it, sweetie."

-He is actually happy when you get your dress so you two can enjoy some ice cream lol.

-Harua

-MY MAN! The price for the guy who has the most fun dress shopping with you goes to Harua!

-He had looked up different dresses on pinterest and made an entire mood board with them so he knew what to look for.

-He drags you down the aisles and points at the dresses he likes. To your surprise they are actually really cute too.

-Would be so so happy if you choose one he had picked out for you. You'd be attacked by hugs and kisses hehe.

-Taki

-He is the second most excited to go dress shopping with you. Not because he likes this so much but because you trusted him enough to come with you and to ask his opinions.

-Carefully contemplates every choice as he does not want to disappoint you. He is the most helpful out of all &Team members.

-Honestly reviews each dress until he comes across one he just cannot say anything bad about because it is simply perfect.

-Treats you to Starbucks or anything you like to drink afterwards because he believes you two made a great choice together. And you did!

-Maki

-He is so unserious lmao! Agreed to come with you but honestly, you regret asking him very quickly because he points out the most ugly ass dresses in the world.

-Will constantly compliment you though but don't be fooled, he'd tease you every chance he gets as well.

-Remember Nicholas almost falling? Yeah, well, Maki actually falls off his chair when you walk out wearing the most beautiful dress. His mind changed about the whole dress shopping because he is glad he came along.

-Cannot wait for prom because he'd be able to dance with you all night.

[inklore]

plead to me

premise: you don’t know what turns you on more the fear you get when william scowls at you from across the room for being a tease, or the pain he gives you when he’s had enough.

pairing: meandom!william tell x (f)reader

word count: 899

warnings: eighteen+ content, hair pulling, dadsbsf!will, fear play, slight dirty talk but not really, teasing, tiny bit of pain kink, manhandling, pet names.

etc: maybe someday i’ll write more of this but for now have a tiny taste of this piece of fiction i wish was my life because mr. tell could choke me until death and i’d comply willingly, happily.

kinktober 08 | kinktober masterlist

When he grabs the back of your head, a handful of your hair in his grip, it’s not with kindness. Nor is it with the desire that’s pounding between your legs right now. It’s with malice, frustration, a deep scowl on his brow that lets you know he’s not playing. That he’s finally drawing that line in the preferable sand and you’ve gone too far.

When you had slipped the small skirt on this morning—getting word from your father that William would be over, that the man you’ve had a painstakingly obvious crush on for a handful of years now, was going to be at your house all day, going to be sharing the same tense filled space with you; the skirt seemed like the only option.

The fabric falling just above your knee, not short enough to raise suspicions with your father, but short enough that when you bent over your ass and panties would be on full display.

And William noticed.

After the fifth time of you bending down to pick up something you had dropped—after your father had left the room—it didn’t take common sense or a genius such as himself to know what you were trying to do; his eyes lingering for half a second on your exposed ass when you slyly turned and saw the peak he took.

His jaw tightening, hand moving across his freshly shaven chin. A look of annoyance sat at the top of his brows. A look that should have deterred you but only made you more excited.

“Are you like this with all the guys, or just the ones you can’t fuck?” His tone matching the malice on his face, deep and hard. Gone is the calm joking he was doing with your father—before your father had left for the store, before he had left you alone with him, before your heart was pounding out of your chest and your neck was aching from his grip.

“Not like this with anyone,” you whimper. “Only you.” Your eyes look up at his innocently.

“Have I given you any indication that I want this? That I have to ignore your blanted advances because you see nothing wrong with trying to tease me with your father right there,” his grip tightens in your hair making you wince. “Have I given any indication that I want to fuck you?”

“I–”

His other hand grabs your chin, the hold so hard it squishes your cheeks, your mouth hangs open in pain from the bruising indent of his fingers. “What was your end goal here? For me to betray your dad, my best friend, for you?” His mouth moves closer to your face, the intention meant to be scary, frightening—your insides were still preening from it. “Is your pussy that good, sweetheart?”

Your body is burning too hot, too fast, too real for you to answer. To feel anything but the sting at the back of your head, the fear coated in desire of him being so close, and his searing his words to your insides.

It’s not like you meant for the attraction for your dad's best friend to happen. For it to blossom from an innocent crush to his face being the only one you can get off to at night. The more you learnt about the things William did, the more he came around, the more he ignored your innocently-enough-flirtations, the more you wanted him.

And the less it seemed he was interested in you.

A constant deadpan scowl on his face when you’d enter the room each time he was at your house. Your little game more than apparent. Like he could read you like he did his cards.

It should have stopped you. Should have let you know how wrong it was to lust over your dad's best friend for christ sakes; for a man like William Tell. A man who's seen and done ugly things.

But those fleeting glances, no matter how dark they were—no matter how passive he would seem—something about them edged you on. Had you coming back for more.

Were you worth betraying your father over? Was fucking you worth that?

You didn’t know. The right answer was lost on you while the wrong one made your thighs press together.

“Suddenly so quiet. I thought this is what you wanted. My attention.” His mouth hovers closer to yours, the proximity stealing your breath from your lungs. His eyes hone in on your trembling lips, his voice low and just above a whisper when he speaks again. “Do I scare you?”

“No,” you get out smoothly. Your stomach sinking when you see him smirk, eyebrows raised. Almost as if he’s impressed. Like he’s enjoying this as much as you.

You don’t realize just how much he’s enjoying this until he’s pulling you by the hair over to the couch, your backside brushing against his front, a brief touch that shows you that he’s hard right now—the grip in your hair pulls taught one last time before he’s pushing you down hard onto one of the cushions.

Sitting himself across from you on the coffee table, forearms resting on his thighs, hands together as he says, “show me that your pussy is worth it.” The tip of his shoe kicks at your ankles, making you spread your thighs for him. Your skirt coming up on its own. “Plead.”

[zorostiddiesaretheonepiece]

[tealeafgrimm]

Pumpkin Carving

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Words: 899

Summary: It was supposed to be a fun little holiday activity. But pumpkin carving with Draco turns out to be quite a challenge. Will there be a winner?

"Can you tell me again why exactly we have to do this? These shoes are new and the mud will ruin them," Draco whined annoyed, trotting behind you through the pumpkin patch.

"Stop whining, you big baby. I want some nice Halloween decorations. And that includes pumpkins," you replied, looking around right and left to find the perfect pumpkin.

"So what? You can find carved pumpkins in any shop. I don't see why we have to be out here picking one out ourselves." Draco pouted and you rolled your eyes. Sometimes he really did act like a grown up baby... or a little brat. But he was still your brat and you would never admit it, but you actually thought his little pout was quite cute.

"You know, you could just help me find a good big pumpkin and then we could go home," you suggested, pausing to examine the pumpkin in front of you before realising it was too small.

"Right. How about this one?" He pointed to one in the row in front of you.

"Yes, I think that one fits," you smiled at him.

"Good, can we go now?" he asked impatiently.

"We need another one. For you."

"For me? I wasn't planning on carving a pumpkin." You gave him a death glare, and while he muttered something under his breath, he kept looking.

~~~

Two hours later, Draco and you were standing in your kitchen. Two large orange pumpkins stood in front of you on the kitchen table.

"I really don't want to do this, Y/N. It's going to be a mess. You know I don't like that sort of thing." Draco hadn't stopped complaining since you told him he was going to carve a pumpkin too.

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun. Please, just this once. For me," you begged, kissing him on the cheek. "Or ... are you afraid yours won't look as good as mine?"

You had hit a nerve. He scoffed and looked quite annoyed at your remark.

"As if. I know for a fact that mine will look better."

And just like that, an activity that was supposed to be fun turned into a competition. If there was one thing you knew about Draco, it was that no matter how little he wanted to do something, if you told him he was just trying to hide the fact that he was bad at something, he was going to prove you wrong.

You both began to cut off the tops of your pumpkins. With a disgusted look on his face, Draco began to scoop out the inside of his.

"Don't be such a baby," you laughed, and began to scoop out your own.

Before you could even get the second spoon out, something wet and sticky hit you on the side of the cheek. Disgusted, you realised that Draco had thrown a load of pumpkin guts at you. With an arrogant smile, he looked at you.

"What? Don't be such a baby," he retorted, his voice distorted in an attempt to imitate you.

With your free hand you wiped the pumpkin innards from your cheek.

Before you knew it, a full-scale war had broken out. You had lost sight of the real goal of carving the pumpkins. With the whole kitchen floor full of pumpkin and nothing left to throw at each other, the competition didn't stop. Again and again, you pushed each other away from your works of art to destroy the other's cut or your knife "accidentally" slipped and landed in the neighbouring pumpkin.

"You'll regret this," you hissed through clenched teeth and took a large spoon yourself.

After briefly taking aim, you threw it back.

Actually, you had expected that it would take you no longer than two hours to carve, but when you both finally finished, it was already pitch dark outside. The kitchen looked like a battlefield.  The floor was covered with orange pumpkin pieces and the kitchen walls were not spared either.

You yourselves looked no better. Draco could have passed for a Weasley, for his light blond hair was covered in strands of orange.

"Well, I think we can all agree that we clearly think mine looks better," Draco spoke, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he critically eyed your creations.

"You wouldn't even recognise talent if it danced naked in front of you," Draco countered you. You looked at each other for a few seconds before you both burst out laughing.

"Are you crazy? Yours looks like it was made by a five year old. Mine turned out much better," you contradicted him.

To be honest, both pumpkins looked pathetic. The faces were crooked, the proportions too big or too small. This was not how you had imagined your Halloween decorations.

"Those are by far the ugliest pumpkins I've ever seen," you laughed, turning your pumpkin left and right to see if it looked presentable at any angle.

"If we put those out, we'll get laughed at by the neighbouring children," Draco confirmed.

"Well, how about this, we'll buy some tomorrow and just claim we made them. No one else needs to know about this disaster."

"Okay. But I still think mine looks better," Draco grinned mischievously. You poked him in the ribs with your elbow and started throwing the gross mess into the kitchen bin.

" Keep dreaming blondie."

[roseofdarknessblog]

Promise Ring (Marcel Galliard x Reader)

Word count: 2 899

Disclaimer:  english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Info: both Marcel and the reader are 15 years old at the beginning 

Promise Ring

„I′ll be back before you know it. Really, you go to sleep a few times and I′ll be home again,“ Marcel said with a bright smile on his lips. A smile you absolutely loved and adored every single time you saw it. Especially when it brought light to his hazel eyes which were almost like melted gold in bright sunlight. „But till then...“

You completely froze in place as he pulled something small from the pocket of his white military uniform. Bright red armband on his left arm – something so stupid and important at the same time. You knew, better than anybody, how hard he trained the last few years to get that armband.

It was always you, who helped him study for the tests. It was you, who watched him train long hours to be in the best shape. And it was you, who wiped away his tears of frustration and despair when he didn′t feel good enough. When he convinced himself he wasn′t worthy of becoming a Warrior and an honorary Marleyan.

It was you, who held him for hours to come after he got the news that he was chosen to be the new Jaw Titan. Marcel was scared out of his mind. Even though he trained for that specific moment, it suddenly seemed too real and scary. He kept saying that it was a mistake, that he can′t do the things Marley wants him to. That he isn′t strong enough.

„What is it?“ you asked as he put a tiny black box in your palm. Another smile crept to his lips.

„Take a look for yourself.“

He seemed so excited and scared at the same time. That made your heart race a little as you got really eager to know what he came up with.

„Nothing′s gonna jump out of it, right?“ you asked with a worried tone.

Marcel laughed, leaned closer, and kissed your cheek. You steadied yourself with a deep, calming breath and finally opened the little box. It′s content knocked the breath out of your lungs. It was a beautiful silver ring with a round deep purple crystal.

„What... what is that?“

„It′s an amethyst ring. I found the crystal a few weeks back when I was taking a walk around the old mines, and asked my dad if he knew how to turn it into a ring. Luckily one of his old friends works as a jeweler and was able to help me.“

You shook your head in disbelief, tears starting to collect in your eyes. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry you have ever laid your eyes on. And it was even more special because he had it made just for you. „I... I...“ you stuttered, finding it uncommonly hard to form a proper sentence.

„Do you like it?“ Marcel asked a little insecure. „Because... you know, if you don′t I totally get it. I know you don′t wear a lot of jewelry, but I thought... well, you know...“

You shut him up by gently grabbing his chin and kissing his soft lips. Showing affection to one another in public was never a problem for you two. Not even now, in a huge crowd of people that came to say farewell to the brave Warriors heading to Paradis.

„It′s perfect, Marcel. I love it so much,“ you finally said, lips still touching his. The tears in your eyes started to pour down your cheeks as you kissed him again – slowly and lovingly.

„Would you wear it as a promise ring? And when I come back and we are older I will trade it for a real engagement ring.“

Heat started to rise to your cheeks as you nodded and let Marcel take the ring out of the box. He carefully slid it onto your left ring finger and placed a quick kiss there. Both of his thumbs carefully wiped your tears as he leaned in for another kiss.

„Please, just don't cry or I won't have the strength to get on that boat and leave.“

A soft sob escaped your mouth.  Looking right at him, you felt your heart break into tiny pieces. You knew this day would come. You knew he would leave to fulfill his path as a Warrior. But nothing could have prepared you for the pain and fear you felt in your whole body.

It was unimaginable to let him go.

Not him.

Not the boy you loved your whole life. The boy you grew up next to and played with almost every single day since you both were like three years old. The boy who visited your family′s little bakery in the heart of Liberio′s internment zone just to see you for a couple of minutes. Sometimes he even stayed and helped you and your mum out. And he never asked for anything in return, he was perfectly happy to help you with anything in the world.

Marcel Galliard had a heart of gold that belonged entirely to you. He made that crystal clear on many occasions. It was always you he imagined his future with. The both of you talked a lot about what′s to come in a couple of years – marriage, getting your own house, adopting a few dogs, and maybe eventually having kids.

You both dreamed of a future that was almost entirely unreachable.

„I love you so much,“ you whispered into his lips, placing your palm on his chest. Right over his steadily beating heart. „And I′m so incredibly scared that you... that you won′t come back.“

„Why wouldn't I come back?“ he asked, covering your hand still resting on his chest. At that moment you saw that even his eyes were starting to fill with tears. „My love for you is stronger than anything in this world. Much stronger than pain, suffering, and even death.“ He pressed a long kiss to your forehead. „And that love will always guide me back home. Back to you.“

Crying and almost having trouble catching your breath, you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. You buried your face into the crook of his neck and ran your hand along his back. It was an attempt to calm both of you.

Minutes slipped through your fingers too quickly. Soon it was time for him to go. You had to let go of him as he said another goodbye to his family – parents and younger brother Porco, who was still mad about not being chosen as the Armored Titan. He trained just as hard as Marcel and wanted to go to Paradis alongside him. You liked Reiner, the latest inheritor of the Armored Titan,  he was a good friend of yours. But you felt bad for Marcel′s younger brother who was staying behind.

„Take good care of yourself, okay? I don′t want anything bad happening to you.“

„I′ll be fine,“ you assured Marcel as he pulled you in one last hug. „You come back in one piece and as soon as possible, okay?“ You found his lips, almost hysterically crying through each one of your last kisses. „I love you, Marcel. I'll always love you, in this life and every other too.“

He smiled and gently tasted your lips one last time. „I′ve always loved you more than anything in this world. And I already can′t wait to see you, hug you and kiss you again.“ His thumb glided over your new ring – sitting perfectly in it′s place. „I′ll miss you every day, my love.“

„Just come back to me... please...“

Porco threw an arm around your shoulders the moment Marcel let go of you and started walking away. You had to restrain yourself from running after him and begging him to stay. Tears were flooding your eyes, your chest was hurting and your legs were shaking.

„He′ll be fine, you know? Marcel will come back with the Founding Titan and save all of us Eldians,“ said Porco and rubbed your shoulder. He was two years younger than you and Marcel but was a bit taller than you. „I bet they′ll be back in a couple of months.“

„How can you be so sure?“

„I know my brother.“ His answer was simple as that. Porco sounded really confident, he definitely trusted Marcel and his abilities to succeed. „And I promised him that I′ll watch over you till then. But as you know, I get bored with stuff pretty easily, sooo...“

An unexpected giggle came from your mouth. Porco smirked and tugged you closer to his side, waving his brother when he got on the boat and leaned against the rail. „I love you!“ you shouted after Marcel and waved to him, eyes full of tears again.

He yelled something back, but his words got lost in the chaos around you. His parents stood beside Porco, and Mrs. Galliard was silently crying in her husband′s embrace. But there was a loving smile on her lips and a proud look in her eyes. Mr. Galliard was waving to Marcel as well, well pleased with everything his elder son has accomplished.

Five years have passed since you saw Marcel′s face for the last time. Or at least in reality. Because in your dreams you saw him all the time. Each and every night. Sometimes they were very pleasant dreams, other times you woke up screaming, crying and gasping for air.

But you never stopped believing. You knew the day of his return will come and lived by that every day. In the last five years a lot has changed – you finished school and started helping your mom in the bakery full-time. You got to know a lot of kind and wonderful people at work, made memories with your closest friends and enjoyed life as much as you could without the love of your life by your side.

„I think I′m gonna faint,“ you said with a shaky voice, clutching Porco′s hand even tighter.

„Please, don't. That would be embarrassing.“

You raised your eyebrows and nudged his side with your elbow. „You′re embarrassing,“ you muttered, fidgeting with the amethyst ring on your left ring finger.

The day had finally come.

Yesterday the Galliard family got the word you′ve been all waiting for. The Warriors were returning home. The boat was set to dock early in the morning, just an hour after dawn. The whole port was still bathing in the golden rays of the early sun making the water look like it was gold set on fire.

Everyone got worried after Marley decided to send Zeke and Pieck to Paradis because Marcel, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie were taking too long to finish their mission. Nobody heard from them for years, fear was very understandable. You couldn′t be sure they were still alive and well. But the nightmare was over, all of you could already see the boat getting closer. All the Warriors had their families here – parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.

„I′m really nervous, Porco. I feel like I′m gonna throw up at any given moment.“

„Just make sure you′re facing the other way, yeah?“

„You can be so charming, Mr. Galliard.“

„Everything for my soon-to-be sister-in-law,“ he muttered slily and lifted your joined hands so he can look at the amethyst ring. You′ve worn it proudly since the day Marcel put it on your finger and couldn't wait for him to fulfill the promise he gave you five years ago.

Both of you were almost twenty years old now, and getting married soon was a real possibility. Some nights you dreamed about your wedding day – the day you′ll finally become Mrs. Galliard. You saw yourself in a beautiful white dress, holding hands with the love of your life as you were saying your wedding vows to each other.

„I′m nervous too,“ Porco admitted while the boat got even closer.

„Of course you are, it′s normal. You haven′t seen him in five years, both of you have changed so much.“

„It′s not just that. I′m still mad that it turned out this way and I had to stay here, waiting around like some stupid fool.“

„Oh, shut up! You loved hanging out with me for the last five years, we spent almost every day together.“

Marcel′s baby brother has become one of the closest people to you. The boy adored you, in his own way, of course, and guarded your every step. Just as he had promised his older brother the day he left. The two of you soon became inseparable in every situation. You laughed together and cried together. It was Porco you ran to when you had a problem and needed help. And some nights it was also Porco, who snuck over to your house, climbed the roof, and watched the stars with you for hours. He used to say that Marcel was surely looking at the same night sky and thinking of you.

„And I wouldn′t have it any other way,“ he assured you.

It only took a couple of moments and the boat finally arrived at it′s destination. Your whole body was shaking, your palms sweating, and heart racing wildly in your chest. Next to you was Reiner′s mother with his little cousin Gabi. The girl seemed eager to greet the hero her cousin had become.

„I′m really gonna faint, Porco,“ you muttered, more nervous than ever before.

„No, stop!“ he hissed and swung his arm around your waist to hold you against his body. „You wanna sit down for a bit?“

You shook your head, gasping for air as people appeared on the boat′s deck. First came a few Marleyan officials and soldiers leading an unknown girl with shackles on her hands, followed by Zeke Yeager. Close behind him came Reiner and Pieck. All of them headed your way, leaving most of you confused.

You, the Galliards, Bert′s, and Annie′s fathers. None of you saw the person you were expecting the most. Little Gabi ran to her cousin, who changed a lot since you saw him five years ago. He was much taller and looked more mature. Well... it has been five years, the once twelve years old Warrior was now seventeen.

„Where′s my brother?!“ yelled Porco at Reiner as soon, as he came closer with Gabi excitedly clutching his hand.

„Porco...“ Reiner said his name looking over at you almost immediately. „I can′t tell you how sorry I am. For everything. For... for Marcel.“

„No, please... no...“ you sobbed, leaning against Porco for support.

„He′s not coming back.“

The whole world was spinning wildly while your legs threatened to give out and let you collapse to the hard ground. „Reiner, tell me he is alive, please! He has to be... he has to be okay. It′s... it′s Marcel, he... he′s coming back to me, right? He has to, you know? We are supposed to get married and... he gave me this ring before... “

Porco carefully sat you down on the ground and pulled you closer, shielding you from reality. But even there, in the heat of his embrace, you could feel and hear your heart breaking. Reiner was saying something – to you and then to Marcel′s parents. But you couldn′t make out the words. All you heard was your own desperate cries, soon interrupted by Porco′s quiet sobbing.

„He′s coming back,“ you whispered with your whole body aching and shaking from crying and struggling to breathe. „He′s coming back and we′re getting married. We′re doing everything we used to talk about. Everything we...“

Porco pressed a gentle kiss on top of your head, pulling it closer to his chest. You suddenly needed each other more than ever before. Because it wasn′t just you, who lost the love of your life. It was also Porco, who lost his older brother – his best friend, his partner in crime, and his role model. He lost the person that inspired him in everything he was doing. The person he looked up to the most.

„I′m so sorry,“ you whimpered and gently stroked his chest. As you looked over his shoulder, you saw his devastated parents.

Just a few moments ago all four of you thought today would be one of the happiest days of your lives. You all waited for the same hazel-eyed boy with auburn hair and the kindest smile the world has ever seen. Now your hearts were shattered and your lives changed forever. But not for the better.

„He loved you more than anyone or anything. And I was glad that he chose a girl like you because you loved him just as unconditionally,“ whispered Porco after a while that seemed like a whole eternity. He gently grabbed your left hand and looked at the amethyst ring. „He wanted to come back to you and give you everything you deserve in this life.“

„He wanted to come back to both of us,“ you corrected him brushing your thumb across the shiny deep purple crystal.

„What are we gonna do now?“ he asked, wiping his tears onto the sleeve of his jacket.

You didn′t know what to say. Not when two Marleyan officials stopped at his parents and gave them a mysterious white envelope. They shortly expressed their condolences and moved on. As if it was nothing. Just another formality they did daily.

There was only one certainty.

Marcel wasn't coming back home.

Back to you.

[sybilius]

Old Internet Fridays #6: Marxist Internet Archive Library

Marxist Internet Archive Library

What’s this?

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What’s this website?

An archive of primary sources and short summary remarks on prominent Marxists, and associated historical events. It's a very old-school HTML archive, few widgets, text-heavy, independently maintained.

Okay, how did you find it?

I figured I'd do a history-focused sniff around and ended up in the bibliography for one of my favourite podcasts, Mike Duncan's Revolutions (highly recommend, by the way). This one was one of the few easily online-accessible sources (most are books).

How’s it doing on Internet Archive?

Saved a delightful 899 times-- a great thing for a site that archives so many primary sources.

What delighted you the most?

First and foremost-- it's just very old internet-feeling, you know? The blocky menu, the links upon links on the page, heading on to solid pages of text. I've sort of bookmarked it mentally to look into more deeply at another time. I definitely don't consider myself well versed in theory by any means, and this seems like a neat way to find some resources.

I read one page, Rosa Luxembourg's summary page, and then a published piece from 1918, on her opposition to the Treaty of Brest-Litovsk. These were interesting to me because of Mike Duncan's Revolutions. One critique I have of this is I am a little skeptical this isn't a translation-- given that Spartacus was a German Socialist movement, it feels right that it would have originally been published in German. I was unable to find another source corroborating this hunch, though.

One further remark is reading independently maintained archives, one wonders a little more than Wikipedia who is keeping them up and how. One neat aspect is they do have biographies for their volunteers-- here is a guy I came across on my travels.

[rekas-writes]

Blurring Happiness

Pair: Modern + A/B/O AU! Alpha! Yuri Leclerc/M! Omega! Reader Source: Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Fire Emblem: Three Hopes

Type: Drabble - 899 words Genre: Semi-Graphic Smut/NSFT(W)/18+, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

Summary: Yuri is the water the quenches the flames and the fan that stokes them ever higher. Or: Suppressed romantic feelings start to catch up as this friends with benefits situation dips into a bittersweet aftertaste

TW: None

Kinks: A/B/O or Omegaverse

Terms Used for Reader: Cock, Hole

A/N: Decided to convert one of the fics I made during my month without Wi-Fi into a reader-insert! This is rather self-indulgent since ABO is a massive weakness for me- It's a little short since I don't like writing long pieces on my phone, but I thought some folks might like it! I also think it's a travesty I haven't written anything for FE:3H at all on this blog, so here's a Yuri fic because I think he's neat! I'm also spiralling into my Fire Emblem hyperfixation again since I bought Three Hopes recently. I know I'm late- ;-;

✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

It’s a blur, simply put.

This whole, strange relationship is a blur.

It’s touches on skin at night, only ever at night- when the Goddess could not see beyond the thick fog, with only mist-filtered moonlight faintly lighting patches of hair and wrinkled clothes. The reflections dance upon exposed skin and floats high on breathy calls and sighs. The highs sing like angels in the dim of night, and those tingly, pleasant feelings bloom like delicate flowers upon your sullied flesh. 'Heavenly', you think vaguely to yourself, before the guilt and scorn of feeling unworthy settles in the afterglow.

It’s hot and cold. Unrelenting heat boils beneath your skin and sighs like steam at his touch, and for just a moment- you're complete. Like the final stroke of a brush against a littered canvas. Entangled as one, it feels like sweet relief that calms the burning inferno inside for just a few minutes. The kettle cools and it’s like the sip of fresh lemonade on a summer’s day, and you're parched beyond belief... But all too soon that euphoria slips away and it’s so hot- too hot again. There’s an aching itch that burns like an addiction, and no matter how much you scratch- it never stops. There is no respite. This heat, this supposed "cycle", only sleeps for what feels like a few minutes. There is no cycle, only a merciless craving that digs its cursed fangs deep into your biology.

It’s a deep-set ache. When you roll to your side, Yuri is gone. Like the whispers of the wind, he’s temporary and loose like grains of sand. A fleeting pleasure, like the haze of a debauched party you can't remember anymore. The only "mark" of his presence is the phantom touches upon your skin. The sickening warmth pooling already in your gut once again that yearns for more, but just a little quieter than usual. When you breath in hard, like the shaky exhale before a sob, you regret it. It reeks of your antidote. Your medicine. An Alpha. It smells like him. Instead, you take a shallower breath; one that strains to calm the throbbing in your chest.

That relief seldom stays, yet the relationship remains all the same.

You would be a fool not to know this wasn't good for you anymore. That this was hurting you. You don't know how much longer you can last, staring into soft, purple eyes that remain guarded even in such a vulnerable position. It's so hollow. That smile. Those sweet nothings. The gentle touch caressing down your body with the mannerism of a lover, but the method of a stranger. It's so painfully empty.

But when Yuri rolls his hips, those thoughts fuzz and blur. Your brain can't think straight when he touches you with such precision and practiced ease that almost made your chest hurt- if you tried to think about it too hard. Stirring up your insides only numbs your head more, body arching into Yuri’s as his tongue laps at yours. It tastes so sweet to be consumed by him, as you lick desperately at his lip to get him to do it again. To consume the rest of your thoughts and drag you further into the abyss. There's this satisfying ache that heat suppressants can’t provide. That being alone can't provide.

In the grand scheme of things, who were you to ask for more in this? You are an omega. Yuri is an alpha. It was only natural you would feel drawn to him. Those desperate, intrusive feelings- that unerring need to be loved by him- they're nothing more than the cruel urge to be fucked until you couldn't think anymore. He didn't even need to help you, but he does. That... That's good enough.

It’s lonely. It’s scary. It’s feverishly cold. It’s bitingly hot.

You curl into yourself, panting beneath the covers as you call a name you don't quite realise you did. You don't know why you did it when it finally registers. As a new presence paces quickly across your room's floor, you can only cry for that name again- borderline pain flickering through your heightened nerves.

Lavender. It smells like lavender and honeyed fruit; it's overwhelming yet comforting. It spins your head pleasantly, in a way that makes you whimper that name again. More slick runs down your leg as arousal spikes deep in your core despite your confusion. Your hand reaches below your waistband, needing to feel something now you decide, as you paw at your already hard cock and slide your hand down to feel the wet trails running down your thighs.

Ah…

You need him again.

When that blur of purple embraces you again, those loud, frightening, confusing feelings dampen. You can ignore your problems as you cling on to him- pulling him as close as possible, listening only to the sound of Yuri mumbling your name. Hands gently push your own away, electrifying your senses as he thumbs at your tip. Simmering in his touch, you gasp and groan when he spreads your hole open with long, dextrous fingers- delicate yet teasing. It’s so easy to lose yourself when he looks at you so kindly like that. When he talks to you so sweetly like that. When he holds you so tenderly like that. Even if it's all fake, in the maddening pit of engulfing heat and heady lust, it’s so easy to pretend that even for just a moment…

You are his.

[jedlelands]

15 and 16 for the music meme!

15:A song that is a cover by another artist Gonna take this opportunity to plug my absolute FAVORITE cover of all time, thank you! Almost fifteen years ago, I went to see The Civil Wars (RIP), whose opening act was a band I had never heard of at the time, Milo Greene. It was life-changing. I recommend their music in general, but their cover of Sufjan Stevens's "Chicago" is just. everything to me. Those harmonies. When the instruments cut out. One of those covers that kind of ruined the original for me just by being so good. There exists no studio recording of it, which never fails to devastate me, but fortunately, there are a few YouTube videos from live shows.

(And on a related covers note, The Civil Wars' cover of Smashing Pumpkins' "Disarm" is haunting and absolutely beautiful.)

16:One of your favorite classical songs

Probably very cliché, but Beethoven's 7th, 2nd movement, is like, my all-time favorite piece of music. Everyone knows that one, though, so I'll instead go with Mahler's Quartet for Strings and Piano in A Minor, which I've been sort of obsessed with/haunted by ever since the movie Shutter Island came out. What can I say, I'm a slut for anything in a minor key.

I also deeply love Schubert's impromptus, my go-to listening if I'm all wound up or anxious and need to settle down. G-flat is probably my favorite of them.

Also, honorable mention to Debussy's Reverie, which makes me Feel Things every single time I hear it.

[charmsandtealeaves]

My goal for this year was to complete every @jilychallenge ( @jilychallenge2023 ) … so far I’m 5/5 🥳 and I thought creating a master list would be a good idea.

January | Firsts, Promises, New Beginnings

One and One is Two Rated Teen+ | 899

Prompt: First dance at their wedding + “I made a promise and I intend to keep it” / “I just meant to tell you that I’m having trouble breathing, with you, looking like that” Summary: Lily’s family really should have been present at their wedding. But that isn’t going to stop James from making sure his new bride has precious family moments on their wedding day.

February | Butterfly Moments

Feelings Keep Running The Red Rated Teen+ | 1,796

Prompt: ‘but I can’t just be friends, you’re messing with my head/ I got your heart on my mind’ from 2/14 by The Band Camino Summary: James had royally fucked up. That much was abundantly clear to him now. If he’d had a modicum of common sense he would have kept his distance. He should have known he had a better chance riding a hippogriff than he did in solely maintaining platonic feelings towards Lily Evans.

March | Soul Mates

Ties That Bind Rated Teen+ | 21,011

Prompt: They both know they’re one another’s soulmate- but hate each other too much to go through with it and actively try to sabotage the relationship. Summary: Lily Evans grew up with old wives tales about soul mates, but she'd never put much stock in the idea. Not until after she learned about the world of magic and the fact that soul bonds were a thing that actually existed. Which makes these strange new feelings and experiences that much more difficult to manage.

April | Letters, Notes, Texting

Meet Me At The River Rated Teen+ | 9,665

Prompt: A receives an Owl with only an empty letter. Nothing is written on it. Just an empty piece of parchment and an envelope. They decide to just write on it. Before A can think twice about it the owl takes off with the letter. ALT: Meet me at the river, forget everything I wrote for you. Summary: A chance encounter with a misplaced owl leads to a correspondence between pen pals. Lily confides in her mysterious Flea and finds herself falling along the way.

May | Shirtless, Mothers Day

Mothers Day Mix Up Rated Teen+ | 687

Prompt: toddler Harry tells Lily her top is ugly and James later insists she remove it so as not to offend their son's delicate sensibilities. “it’s for the sake of fashion lils, no ofc this isn’t a ploy to get you undressed… i would never” Summary: James is just trying to make sure his wife has a happy Mother’s Day, but Harry’s new found vocabulary is not helping.

Ice BreakerRated Teen+ | 2.3k

Prompt: I’m at the ice festival with my friends and I accidentally walked into an ice sculpture while staring at you and you decided to help me keep it stay upright. Summary: All James wants is to be warm in the Three Broomsticks with his mates, preferably with a pint. But a certain sculpture (or lets be real… a certain person) at the Hogsmeade Ice Festival catches his eye and stops him in his tracks.