#otp: you will confess

[valentinesparda]

the thing about f/o weddings for me is that they're all unconventional

the vergil wedding was a handfasting ceremony done on a whim because why not have a celebration, why not indulge, why not do this just to experience what humans do (but everyone needs to mind their business). i've retconned either of them wearing a ring because neither of them are the type (gabriel gets a band tattooed around their finger and vergil insists he doesn't need a token of their love because he has no plans to leave them again)

killian and travis forget their wedding until the couple of days before it happens, and even then the only reason they had a ceremony is because I'm sentimental and I want to think about a world where the assassins would take a day off to celebrate life and happiness (sylvia organized it). the two only exchange wedding bands because it's tactile and they're sometimes away from each other for a while, and because promising to kill for your spouse is frowned upon in most situations

thomas and aubrey went for the pomp and circumstance of a ceremony because thomas has an image to maintain but also because he enjoys a good party, and his first wedding was the best day of his life (and he wants to make his family proud - but mostly he wants to show off) and they wear wedding bands but they don't fully love each other at that point, and when they do, they commit to a "renewal", small and on a whim in the countryside at a camp, drunk and alone and happy

james and avery never had vows exchanged and the rings they wear around their necks are far from fitting them comfortably (tokens from another time and made for someone else). they both simply decided one day that they loved each other enough to never give up on the other. they never really admit to it - they always said partner anyways, you are under my skin - but they both know that they wholly belong to the other person and nothing would break that bond. the rifle is a pretty sweet engagement gift though

mordecai and rhodes essentially go to a courthouse and don't let anyone else know, it takes forever for mordecai to commit to it but they just wanted a shotgun wedding to feel like it was real. rings?? of course!! they stole found some that they liked and wear them tucked safely beneath the collar of their shirts, because of course mordecai would be like that

john and micah have a large ceremony that is moreso a celebration than an actual wedding, with the members of eden's gate as their guests and john's family as witness and party. it's the only time that my insert and their partner actually gives a shit about the whole ordeal and live it up as a representation and example that love exists in hope county (it gives john an excuse to also have the marriage represented by tattoos on their fingers, but it upsets joseph because he wants them to wear rings, that's traditional)

alucard and amelia are bound by a sacred practice, far more involved and romantic to them than your standard marriage; after all, the ritual that ties them together means alucard will always be in their head, his blood is the reason they still exist, and their blood will be tribute to him. it is an endless cycle of being in each other's veins and it will always transcend the traditional practice of saying I Do in such a viscerally romantic way - you are alive because i worship you, you are what you are because I made you, and we are entwined immortally because I love you

callisto and yasha keep their love a secret so why would they let anyone know they've been married?? they grab someone to officiate it and they have a witness but they don't have any reason to announce it. the only reason anyone finds out that they're married is when yasha dies and callisto mourns him for a few thousand years and tells mithra to keep the only tie they both had to each other safe - matching cuffs worn on their ears that eventually (after several centuries) get passed to their reincarnations in the modern day

bael and zevran are also the lovey dovey type, the wearing matching jewelry type, because zevran goes off every so often and it's - again - a tactile representation of their love and a reminder that they're there; moreso a token of love than it is a sign of possession, but zevran is fiercely protective of his little mage that he coaxed from their own darkness and helped grow. bael feels their heart flutter seeing the earring that matches theirs twinkle in the light, or twirl his braided leather band around his wrist and smile knowing they were both made identical and would never be worn by anyone else

adrian and lacroix are bound by their commitment to their clans and their courts, but they are also what most people would call married to their work in the worst way. do they hate each other? do they love each other? or do they revere the other as their god, their sun, their making and undoing, devoted solely to show "i am the only one allowed to devour you" because they are. married in the way of life and death; a promise to let you live because i will be with you in the end

anyways. *vibrating into the fifth dimension* i'm totally normal

[butyouaremymess]

Colin + his (many) love confessions for Penelope

[prompt-heaven]

some reactions to a love confession

"..."

"...what?"

"What? Are you serious? Right now of all places, you really think it's the time to just blurt something like that out? You fucking-, urghh...."

"Wait, what?"

"...oh."

"Cut the bullshit, what do you really want? Because you should damn well know by now that kind of talk doesn't work on me."

"Excuse me?" *fucking clutching my pearls*

"Oh, no..."

"No, please don't. Please don't do this."

"Please stop saying that."

"Just don't."

slap them.

"I hate you."

"I hate you." (affectionately)

"No you don't. I know you may think you do, but you don't, not really."

"Okay."

"...okay..."

"Oh, okay.... uh.... look, I care about you too, so much, but just not like that. I'm really sorry."

"Alright. Tell me again when you finally mean it."

"Tell me again when we make it out of here alive."

"Ah, sure you do."

"I thought I was always just a friend in your eyes..."

"Since when?"

"I had no idea... why did you never tell me before?"

"I'm sorry, I can't... I want to, but I can't..."

just kiss them instead of finding the words.

kiss them as soon as they confess and thereby shut up whatever else they wanted to say.

"Took you long enough."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

"Ditto."

"I know."

start tearing up.

start full on crying.

start crying happy tears.

start crying angry/confused/frustrated tears.

"Shut up."

"Shut up." (affectionately)

"Seriously?" (hello early seasons of grey's anatomy with all of the seriously's ♡)

"Say it again."

"Oh my god, it all makes so much sense now!"

start giggling uncontrollably.

start laughing uncontrollably.

goes nonverbal.

[lover-of-mine]

Buddie Countdown to Season 7:

16 days.

[gojobait]

people who did not watch vikings s1 through 3 do Not understand the enormity of ragnar and athelstan, the viking earl who kidnapped the christian monk and the two of them spent the rest of their lives falling harder and harder in love with each other to the point that when the christian monk died the viking earl (now king) had the bishop of paris baptize him so they could be reunited in heaven and later tried to kill himself but didnt manage to and spent the followong 10 years away from everything and everyone and only came back to die at the hands of the other king who was psychosexually obsessed with the monk

[almea]

[imaginativeworks]

Imagine Your OTP

Person A: “You make me unafraid of the night again, where I feel safe and loved like I’ve never been before. You light up the darkness so that I may never fear it again. I haven’t felt that in such a long time!”

Person B: (Gently caresses their face in their hand to which Person A leans into.) “My dear, please let me show you the world in which all the stars shall show themselves in the night sky just to bask in your radiance. This world were I love you and will still love you. When all of them have gone out, when the world ceases to be, when our spirits go on to the here after. And ever still will I love you for an eternity beyond that~”

[eleni-cherie]

"Why do you like angsty stories so much?"

the ship that shaped my 17-year-old as* back then:

(I'm so happy this finally got animated)

[dylanconrique]

i guess there really is a silver lining in season 3 being split into two parts, because on the one hand i'm like, "I NEED PART 2!!!!" but on the other hand i'm grateful it was split in two parts otherwise i'd be in the ground already and would miss tonight's finale of the rookie.

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

SCOGUE-“Tember”

Day “5”: [🌊🪨🔥💨] Avatar: The Last Airbender

Cocoabubbelle ATLA wasn’t part of the prompt list yes it is [now] shush

[lesbianmaxevans]

Liz & Max in Roswell, New Mexico 1.09 'Songs About Texas' Kate & Anthony in Bridgerton 2.04 'Victory'

[dylanlila]

my hot take is that cuddy doesn't break up with house for the lame out of character reasons the show is selling. she breaks up with him because he tells her he loves her more than being a doctor. and he also tells her she's worth it. and she thinks it's selfish to be with him if it means standing in the way of all these people he would've saved otherwise. and she has always loved him for this very thing that made him almost monstrous, though equally brilliant, to everyone else. which is who he is as a doctor. obviously this is ridiculous because one of the points house m.d. is making (in my head at least) is that being a doctor doesn't stand in the way of your personal life. it's you thinking that it does which ends up fucking everything up. hope this helps.

[evil-mcytblrconfessions]

I need more allium duo fics. I’m not talking about where they’re a side dish to bedrock bros, or sbi, or clingy/bee duo, or to whatever ranboo and techno’s duo name is. I want some good fics where it’s the two of them front and center. I need them having an emotional relationship that’s not reliant on Ranboo stealing away people from Tommy. I want a real Allium duo fic where everyone else to be the side. Please, im hungry.

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[dumplingsjinson]

“You know how they say catch flights, not feelings? Well… What if I told you I caught both? And no, I didn’t catch feelings because I caught a flight. No, I caught a flight because I caught feelings.” 

“…For who?” 

“For you. It’s all because of you.” 

[narukoibito]

Please: The first time A is drunk (before they begin to date B) They absent-mindedly confess

Apologies for the late response! I ended up writing over 1.5k for this prompt. Hope that makes up for the delay. 💛

When the Morning Comes

AO3 | FF.net

Summary: Harry has a little too much to drink.

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The cheers from the crowd were deafening as Ginny climbed up the stairs toward the center stage. All the lights were blinding, but she could imagine her family in the crowd, her mum wiping her eyes and her brothers cheering. Her heart clamored in her chest as she approached Gwenog Jones and her razor-sharp grin.

Ginny’s eyes slid to the Rookie of the Year award in Gwenog’s outstretched hands, pride pulsing through her veins. She was just about to touch the gleaming trophy when the cheers melted into shouts as Ron leapt onto the stage, a crazed look in his eyes. He slapped the award out of Gwenog’s hands as he shouted incoherently.

“What are you doing?” she cried.

Instead of answering, Ron lurked toward her. The crazed look in his eyes made her jerk backwards only to realize she was falling. 

Ginny jolted with a gasp.The shouting continued to ring in her ears as she stared up into the darkness. It took a moment to realize she had not only been dreaming, but also that the sounds were, in fact, real. 

What in Merlin’s beard was Ron doing?

Pickles, Demelza’s cat, mewed mournfully as Ginny rose from the bed. She should have known that her first opportunity to escape from the Burrow to cat sit for Demelza, Ron would find a way to ruin it. Months living at home–all she had wanted was one weekend. One. Pulling on her robe, swearing in a way that would undoubtedly make the twins proud, she tramped down the stairs. 

“Ginny!” Ron bellowed.

Her Saturday was not off to the best start. 

The incessant banging stopped when she swung the door open. Choice curse words on the tip of her tongue, she stilled, taking in the scene. Her eyes slid to her brother. "What did you do?"

"Me? What did I do?" Ron spluttered, indignant as he sagged under Harry's weight, his best mate's arm hanging over his shoulder. 

From where he had his face pressed into Ron’s side, Harry erupted into giggles. The way his wire glasses were awkwardly pushed against his face couldn't possibly be comfortable, but you wouldn't know based on his wide grin.

Ginny gave Ron a pointed look. “Why did you show up here?”

Ron grimaced. 

“Hermione warned you not to try them, didn’t she?” Ginny asked in a flat voice. 

Harry seemed to perk up, looking around as if trying to locate where her voice came from. When his eyes landed on her, he lit up. “Gin!”

In no way did her stomach flutter at his childish excitement. That would be ridiculous because she was long over Harry Potter—had been since fourth year. So the fact that he was stupidly happy to see her did not add to his charm.

“Ron, it’s Ginny!” Harry moved toward her and promptly tripped. 

She lurched forward, but Ron yelped and caught Harry before he fell on his face. 

Ron grunted. “Help?"

If it weren’t for Harry potentially hurting himself, she would likely have left Ron to clean up his mess. Instead, she took Harry’s other arm, the two of them stumbling as Harry dragged his feet.

His proximity was completely fine. Not a problem in the least. She was only feeling flushed because of carrying half his weight. It had nothing to do with the arm looped over her shoulder, his side pressed right up against hers, or how Harry's face was close enough to her face that she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

Obviously, the sparks in her stomach were from irritation.

Or so she told herself.

"Why is Harry in such a state when you're fine?" she muttered as they trudged through the family room.

"George had these new magical cocktails he wanted us to try. I’m fine, but Harry seems a bit worse for wear. Giggly and affectionate."

“Ginnyyyy.” Harry seemed amused by her name and giggled, his voice tickling her ear. She shuddered, goosebumps erupting where the ghost of his breath had brushed against her skin.

This was fine.

He tilted toward ever so forward, close enough that if he moved closer his lips just might brush against her neck. 

 Absolutely fine.

“I love you.”

Ginny’s heart stopped. 

“Don’t worry,” Ron said, not sounding the least perturbed by his best mate’s sudden declaration, and blissfully unaware of how hard Ginny was willing her heartbeat to beat again. “He seems quite keen on telling everyone that, don’t you, Harry?”

“Ron! Ron!" Harry turned toward him with urgency. "You're my best mate, Ron. You and Hermione—everything you’ve done for me—I love you…I lovvvve...”

“Yes, yes, mate.” Ron patted Harry’s back. "Don't forget about the gallon you owe me."

"Fleecing him in this state?" Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Is Hermione here? I love Hermione too...not like that though, Ronnnnnn, Ron Ron, Ron-Won, Won-Won!" Harry dissolved into singing.

"He's going to be in a world of pain tomorrow." Ron shook his head. 

“Might deserve it,” Ginny muttered. For nearly giving her a heart attack. 

“He’s been a bit brooding lately. More so than usual,” Ron said. He seemed struck by a sudden thought. “Maybe I can help.”

He unhooked Harry's arm and deposited said arm on Ginny's other shoulder. She tottered backwards as Harry naturally leaned further onto her.

"Wait—what are you—"

"I’mma make him a sobering potion!”

“Ron—you git!" She buckled under the additional weight. "Don’t—”

But Ron was already bounding off to the kitchen. “I’m his best friend! He’s suffered enough, don’t you reckon?”

Merlin, that cocktail must have some sort of delayed reaction.

“This isn’t my kitchen!” she tried to remind him. The only response was a disconcertingly loud clang.

Fuck, Demenza would kill her if Ron made a mess. Say goodbye to any chance of a repeat weekend escape. Ginny started toward his direction, but Harry didn’t seem interested in letting her go. With Ron no longer holding him up, he had taken to draping himself over her.

"Ginnnnny," Harry said again in a way that made her chest tighten. He now had her head awkwardly tucked under his chin. "You're short.”

She glared daggers at his chest. "You're lucky you're drunk."

She felt him hum in agreement or pleasure or both. “It’s nice.”

"Maybe for you. Come on, you big loaf." Ginny dragged him forward, staggering left and right under his weight. Their lumbering journey was punctured by his giggles.

She meant to ease him onto the couch, but his leg caught hers and they both tumbled onto the couch in a mess of limbs. “Oof!”

Her head spun for a moment before she realized they were tangled together. The blood rushed to her face.

Ginny was not thinking of his weight over her, pinning her against the bed–couch, against the couch.

It helped that his elbow was digging into her side. 

“Harry,” she complained.

He peered down at her through his crooked glasses. His cheeks were flushed a rosy hue, stretched by a stupid smile. There was always something about him that made her insides go soft, and the way he was looking at her did nothing to help.

Seeing him so disarmed was dangerous.

"I, I suppose I should go help Ron before he poisons you." She shifted, but Harry held onto her. 

"Nooooo!"

Merlin, for someone so inebriated, he sure had a tight grip.

"Don't go," he pleaded in such a petulant way that she couldn't help but laugh.

"Fine, fine," she acquiesced, settling back. 

Damn that residual weakness for him. She had gotten over him ages ago. They’d become friends, close friends during the latter Hogwarts years, and even were now, several months since she finished her schooling. All the recent get-togethers were fine. Friendly. She’d be lying if she hadn’t missed him.

He let out a long, seemingly satisfied sigh before pressing his nose against the crook of her neck. Her heart drummed against her chest, but thankfully he was too gone to notice.

Was he—was he sniffing her?

"Harry?" Her voice hitched slightly.

"You smell like Ginny flowers.”

“What are Ginny flowers?”

He frowned. “That’s what I want to know. They smell good, like summer. Like sunshine, and Quidditch, and…Ginny.”

"I’ll take that as a compliment.”.

"I love them," Harry murmured into her skin. “I love…I love you.”

She closed her eyes. God, was he trying to kill her?

"Yes, yes." Ginny sighed, patting his messy mop of hair in defeat.

It was really nice that he included her in his list of "loved" ones. It was great that he thought so highly of her, that they were now such good friends. She knew she should be happy, and she was, truly. She was perfectly happy with their friendship.

Except. Except this was Harry.

Unable to help herself, she leaned into his embrace, a nostalgic longing swelling inside her. At least there was no way he would remember this.

He had gone quiet long enough that she had wondered if he had drifted off when he murmured something against her.

"What was that?"

"I love you," he whispered again. It was pitiful how much her heart responded to the words.

"Harry." She started pulling away in self-preservation. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

"I mean it," Harry breathed. Eyes heavy-lidded, he looked at her with such seeming yearning she forgot how to breathe. "I fancy you, Ginny. I love you love you."

Her heart was wildly tumbling out of her chest.

Harry fancied her? He was actually in love with her?

"You what? Since when?"

“Since stupid Dean,” he said, glowering at the name.

“Dean? Since then? All this time? Why didn’t you say anything?”

He groaned, dropping his head back against her shoulder. "Well, there was the whole Voldemort thing, an’ now you’re too 'mazing..."

Ginny couldn’t even begin to process this.

"Can't work up the nerve to tell you. Thought maybe I'd get a drink and do it tonight..."

He didn't seem to realize he was actually confessing because he curled up against her in apparent contentment.

"That's why you got sloshed?"

"Mmmmm."

"How'd that go for you?" 

"Eh, still scary," he said, his face scrunching up. "What if you say no?"

She was over Harry. 

Wasn’t she?

"What if I don't?" Her fingers gently threaded through his hair. 

"It'd be too good to be true,” he murmured, his voice tinged with wonder. A shiver ran through her.

"Harry?”

“Mmm?” He grew softer with sleep.

“Promise me you'll try?"

"Ok, but only because it's you..." He yawned and burrowed in closer. "Maybe… t'morrow..."

Ginny smiled into his hair.

Well, maybe tomorrow won’t be so bad after all.

[imaginativeworks]

Imagine Your OTP

Person B: “And welcome to the city of miracles!”

Person A: (nodding with their hand under their chin) “Yes, I do agree. Seeing as a miracle such as yourself is here, it truly would become ‘the city of miracles’.”

Person B: (Turns to them with a stunned expression) “WhAt!?!?”