#padder

[hippieinhills]

Remembering our most favourite trek from this summer. Hagshu la - Muni la Traverse 2022 (Zanskar | Kishtwar) What stunning geography this trekking route holds! Join us on this challenging Trek route next August or customise the itinerary as per your requirements. Our fixed departure for 2023 is scheduled for 10th of August. Ask us to know more. . . #hagshula #hagshulatrek #munila #munilatrek #dharlangvalley #zanskar #zangkhar #zahar #hagshu #akshu #sumcham #barnaj #palder #padder #kishtwar #gulabgarh #jammuandkashmir #remotetreks #trekking #besttrekinindia #toughtreks #longtreks #glacier #alpinelake #trueadventure #greaterhimalayas #westernhimalaya #exploration #trekwithhippieinhills #hippieinhills (at Zanskar - ज़न्सकार, Ladakh) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkdJJJaplTc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[swampythesweetsketch]

Tim started the "the butts match" theory cause Bruce told him he couldn't play around with the Whirly-Bat.

[barnabyjamesedwards]

Barnaby Edwards - Wendy

(black pencil on paper, 2023)

For more of Barnaby's drawings and paintings of people, click here.

[erikkarlsson]

me and mcdrai nation today

[spiritmoon23]

when i started writing this paper i was stuck at like 40 words and i was like oh no how am i going to get to 750 (min) but now that im getting close to being finished im a little worried abt keeping it under 850 (max)

[bossymarmalade]

-  Sadaf Padder, “Nani Ama in Sajda” (2023)

[wonbin-truther]

you stirred awake, shifting around to feel for your boyfriend next to you. you tried to roll over, hoping to land somewhere next to him but you rolled right to his empty side of the bed.

you groaned, opening your eyes and scanned the room. there was no sign of the brown haired man anywhere. you rolled back to your side of the bed and checked the time on your phone. the time 7:21am shone in your face, making you wince.

"what the fuck?" you mumbled to yourself. your boyfriend never woke up before 12pm if he didn't have a schedule and you could have sworn he was free today. you stood up, stretching your arms over your head with a pop. you suddenly heard the sound of metal clanging together from outside your bedroom. you furrowed your eyebrows, walking outside the shared room and into the hallway. "hyuck?" you called from the top of the stairs that led down.

you heard the padder of feet on the floor, running from the kitchen to where the staircase was. haechan rounded the corner. he had what seemed like flour in his hair and egg on his shirt. you gave him a confused look and was about to walk down until he shouted, "wait not yet!" you stopped where you were. "not yet wait in the room. i'll be up soon," he continued. you were too tired to argue against him, just turning around and walking back to the shared bedroom.

you laid on the bed, checking through your notifs when the door opened. haechan walked into the room holding a small tray with pancakes and eggs on it. you sat up with a smile on your face as he placed it on your lap and got into bed next to you. "what's the occasion hyckie," you asked. you were thankful but still confused.

"you let me suck on your tits so happy mothers day baby," haechan smiled, kissing your cheek. you slapped him on the back of the head as he laughed next to you.

inspo from this post

[modaonlinemagazalari]

https://www.modaonlinemagazalari.com/moda-markas/padders/

Padders

[norrizzandpia]

Longing Glances and Whispered Confessions (LN4)

Summary: In which, in the darkness of the night, Lando Norris loves Y/n Fewtrell, only for the pain of their secrecy to plague them in the daylight.

Warnings: language, a shit ton of really sad fights, the break up scene is unlike anything ive ever written, i feel so bad for y’all, this shit hurt my heart

Note: plz forgive me with the part 2 i am promising you

Note (part 2): also i think I’m going to start adding lyrics and pictures at the beginning of my longer, more heartbreaking imagines (so basically everything i write) that describe the situation in a nutshell. I just think it makes it more dramatic and poetic 🤭 also also this imagine wasn’t written along the lines of illicit affairs i just listened to it while i wrote and took inspiration from it but feel free to listen to it while you read! Thats why i linked it

UPDATE: i posted part 2 queens

“And that’s the thing about illicit affairs, and clandestine meetings, and longing stares, it’s born from just one single glance, but it dies and it dies and it dies a million little times” - Taylor Swift, Illicit Affairs

“Y/n?” Lando’s voice traveled through the hallway, meeting her ears in the kitchen.

“Yeah?” She yelled back, eyes lingering on the wall in front of her in concentration of his next words.

“Can you come tell me if this skin on Halo is stylish?” He giggled, eliciting a giggle from her as she paddered softly into his gaming room, coming into view of his camera and allowing the chat to go wild with her presence.

She bent down, arm leaning on his shoulder as she inspected the animatronic, “I think it’s cool, yeah!”

Lando’s eyes twinkled up at her, “Really?! Your brother thinks it’s ugly.”

She reared around when Max came into the room, “Fewtrell! Don’t be mean!”

His hip popped out and he stared at her blankly, “Y/n, first of all, your last name is Fewtrell too, so I’m not sure why you’re calling me that. It doesn’t have the same effect. Second of all, it is ugly. I don’t care if that’s mean.”

Lando scoffed from behind her, but went quiet when her small hand squeezed his shoulder in a comforting manner, “Don’t be discouraged, Lan. If you think it’s cute, then that’s all that matters.”

Again, his eyes poured out love for her. His body buzzed and his cheeks warmed under her smile, something that visited him in his dreams at night. His head tilted, mind glazing over at the way she reassured him, supported him. He knew he was crazy for going this deep over her words on a gaming skin, but that was the way he was with her. Secretly obsessed.

Nevertheless, her touches were fleeting and she was exiting the room with her brother, the two in deep discussion about her calling him by their last name.

Lando, on the other hand, was left to address the chat’s exposing messages.

ln4andop81

He’s so in love with her when will anybody realize it

—

Lando couldn’t believe how wasted Y/n was. As she stumbled to his car, he got out quickly, not realizing how much she had drunk when he wasn’t there to stop her.

“LAN!” She yelled, arms wrapping around his neck when he got close enough.

He chuckled, dragging her body over to the passenger seat and gently lowering her into it. He leaned against the door, smiling at her dazed demeanor, “Fun night?”

She nodded, eyes wandering around, “Yeah, except I missed you.”

Even her drunk words made his heart beat faster than normal. He knew she was impaired, she didn’t understand what she was saying or what it meant, but he still took it and held on. He had admired her so heavily from afar that any inference of requited love had him in a death grip.

Nodding and walking back around to his side, he got in and started the engine again. From his turned around position, arm splayed against the back of her seat as he backed out, she giggled, “Anyone ever told you how hot you are?”

He choked on air, mind spinning out at the question she had blurted out so easily. His lungs seemingly constricted, loss of breath prevalent as he stopped the car.

With his trunk sticking out, Lando looked at her deeply, “What?”

“You’re hot. I’ve always thought that. That and about what it’d be like to be with you. Always wondered about that. Always wanted that.” She replied, laughter continuing as if she wasn’t destroying the reality Lando had built up in his head to protect himself from the feelings he held for his best friend’s little sister.

He shook his head, resuming his prior actions, “You’re drunk, Y/n.”

Her singsong voice replied, “Drunk words are sober thoughts!”

He drove her home, helping her into bed and making sure she was okay before turning out the lights and driving back to his apartment. Throughout it all though, he wondered if drunk words really were sober thoughts.

—

The morning after, Lando’s mind was eating at itself over Y/n’s comments the night before. He had been so agitated that he drove to her house, pounding on her door impatiently.

When she opened it, looking incredibly hungover, he stormed in and paced the space of her living room before turning around and coming to a stand still.

“Are you okay?” She questioned, eyebrows furrowed at his neurotic movements.

“No, you said things last night and I need to know if they’re true.” He tried, voice very clearly pleading.

She sat down on the couch, staring up at him confusedly, “What’d I say?”

“You said that you wondered what it’d be like to be with me. You said you’d always wanted that.” He said forcefully, pacing starting again as his nerves stopped his ability to look at her.

Her heart stopped, wishing that she hadn’t gotten drunk, called her brother’s best friend, and proceeded to spill everything she felt for him. Similarly, she couldn’t look at him either, too scared for the reaction he would have to her reply.

“Yes, that is true.” She heard his steps stop, however she didn’t see him or what he was doing until he came and sat down next to her.

She was on the verge of tears, ready for a calm rejection from him, but was surprised when his hands gently took her face and turned it to look up at him.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, eyes searching hers, but only seeing astonishment.

“Yeah,” She said back, a smile breaking out when he leaned down and captured her lips with his.

It was slow, passionate as the two learned of the feelings the other had suppressed for just as long as they had. It was heartbreaking, the way they had missed time to be together out of the fear of losing the other, but they were kissing each other and things were finally fitting.

When he pulled back, hands still cradling her jaw, he smiled at her and she beamed back.

Whispers of how much they loved each other lingered in the air as he led her upstairs to her bedroom.

—

Max was always upfront about how against he was of the idea of Y/n and Lando. Promptly, Y/n and Lando decided it was best to keep everything a secret until time passed and they grew certain of their future together.

The only problem was that, from the start, they knew there would never be an end.

That complicated things. The uncertainty and confusion over when they would tell Max warranted an overwhelming amount of fights. Fights that took place in the small time they had to spend together.

“CAN’T YOU JUST SEE WHERE I’M COMING FROM?!” She yelled at him, hands flailing around with a face so disappointed in her boyfriend, it pained him to see.

“I DO! I DO SEE WHERE YOU’RE COMING FROM, BUT WE HAVE TO BE REALISTIC, Y/N! I MEAN, SHIT, AM I THE ONLY SANE ONE IN THIS RELATIONSHIP?” His words cut her soul, the man she loved judging her character after having told her how it was one of the things he loved most about her.

She scoffed, arms crossing over her chest in a physical plea for protection from his cruel, strategic insults, “FUCK YOU, LANDO.”

His hands flew out by his sides, an exacerbated sigh leaving his mouth, “GET OVER YOURSELF!”

She shook her head, it falling down exhaustedly, “I’m so fucking over this.”

He laughed dryly, “What? You want to break up now?”

She huffed, stomping her foot on the ground, “NO! I JUST WANT YOU TO LOVE ME AND TELL ME WHEN YOU’LL DO IT UNASHAMED!”

He stared at her, eyes searching hers for answers that were reasonable, “Y/n, you know I love you and you know I can’t give you a timeline of when the public, especially your brother, will accept us.”

She turned away, wiping the tears that had fallen down her face, “I’m so fucking exhausted of this. It’s been six months, Lando. And I’ve loved you for so much longer. It’s been years of having to hide how I feel about you and now that I have it, I still can’t show it.”

His presence loomed behind her, hands falling onto her shoulders softly before his lips kissed the skin, “I know, baby, and I’m so sorry. I truly am. For everything, the fight and this feeling, I’m sorry.”

She turned back around, body being held by him, “I know you are. I know this isn’t what you want. I’m sorry for that too, but, Lan,” She trailed off, his nodding taking place.

“I know, I know.” He assured, signaling that he understood how sick she was of pretending like there wasn’t anything going on between them.

She laid her head on his chest, murmuring, “When will it change?”

Truthfully, neither of them were sure they would ever know.

—

Parties were the hardest. Seeing Lando flirt with these beautiful women had Y/n throwing back drinks so quickly, it could be designated as a sport. However, this time, her boyfriend was quick to stop her from continuing, only allotting for a tipsiness to take over.

With Deja Vu, Lando drove her back to her house, except this time, he stayed in her bed. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist in the darkness of the night, she spoke, “Why do you have to do it in front of me?”

He kissed the top of her head, “Do what?”

She separated herself from him, moving to sit up and let her legs dangle over the side of the bed. He followed her movements, “Flirt with other girls.”

He nodded, surprised at the topic. His words took a moment to form in his head, and even when they did, he dreaded saying them out loud, “You know, I have to keep up the image. I can’t start dodging women’s advances. It would look too suspicious.”

She exhaled a breath, getting up fully and walking over to the wall to turn the lights on, “So, what? You just eye fuck other people so obnoxiously right in my fucking face?”

He let his chin meet his chest, “I don’t have the energy to have another fight with you.”

She groaned, “I’m not asking you to have a fight with me, Lando. I’m asking you to explain to me why you have to shove this shit down my throat.”

Lando stood abruptly from the bed and yelled, “I JUST FUCKING DID!”

She shook her head, “NO, YOU FUCKING DIDN’T! YOU GAVE ME A SHIT EXCUSE FOR A SHITTY SITUATION. OWN UP TO ONE FUCKING MISTAKE IN YOUR LIFE, LANDO. FOR FUCK’S SAKE!”

He rolled his eyes, “OH, GIVE ME A BREAK! YOU KNOW I OWN UP TO MY MISTAKES WHEN IT’S WARRANTED!”

Her eyes bulged, “SO, BORDERLINE CHEATING IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND ISN’T A MISTAKE TO YOU?! DOESN’T WARRANT AN APOLOGY?”

Lando scoffed loudly, heels of his hands coming to dig into his eyes, “I’m so fucking over it. You know I hate having to entertain them. You know I do.”

“Do I?” She challenged, staring right at him when he let his gaze wander to hers.

His mouth stood agape, “You think I want to cheat on you?”

She shook her head in return, “I don’t fucking know at this point, Lando. It’s awfully convenient that we have to stay private according to you just as all these women begin to throw themselves at you.”

“I’M NOT SOME MAN WHORE, JESUS CHRIST!” He yelled, pushing past her and walking toward her front door.

Clad in gray sweatpants and no shirt, he shoved on the hoodie he had left strewn across her couch when they first came in, “I’m leaving.”

She laughed, “Oh, what? I find out what the fuck you’re doing behind my back and you run away? Perfect!”

His hand on the door knob, keys in the other, he forcefully turned around and yelled, “NO! I’M NOT FUCKING RUNNING OUT WHEN YOU’VE CAUGHT ME. YOU HAVEN’T BECAUSE I’M NOT DOING THAT SHIT BEHIND YOUR BACK. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU. LEARN TO BELIEVE IN THAT AND THEN COME FUCKING TALK TO ME!”

He slammed the door shut on his way out, definitely waking up some neighbors in the process. Y/n stared at the white paint, it’s continuous chipping off the wood annoying her, and cried. Cried like she had lost him all over again and cried because he brought up an eye opening point.

She didn’t believe that he loved her.

And she never had.

—

Y/n’s persistent knocking had Lando opening his door aggravatedly.

“We need to talk.” She said authoritatively, walking through the threshold without any permission.

He scoffed at her behavior, eyes rolling as he watched her retreat further into his apartment.

“Alright, about what?” He asked, his arms coming to tangle against his chest.

She turned around, looking at him sympathetically, a look so contrasting to the fiery one she had shot him throughout their fight the night before that he was reminded of how much he cared for her. That look had started it all, the adoration and yearning in her eyes that had pulled him in and refused to let him go. His eyebrows knitted together, head tilting as he willed the tears in his eyes away.

“What are we doing?” She said, clearly shocked over the trajectory of their relationship.

His mind froze, “I… don’t understand.”

She mirrored the cocking of his head, “Lando, ever since we got together, all we’ve done is fought. The love we share doesn’t amount to anything when it comes to how this has worked out. It doesn’t make sense, it never did. We were never supposed to work together.”

Was she really doing what he thought she was doing?

He shook his head, “Y/n, what are you going on about? Baby, I lov-”

She interrupted him quickly and tearfully, “Don’t call me baby. Please. Because of you, I’m a mess and an idiotic fool. I’ve ruined myself over and over again for you, and it never seems to be enough. I give and I give and I give, and nothing ever ends up meaning something. I’m sick and tired of sneaking around, using a different perfume when I’m with you so that no one can smell me on you, taking different streets so the paparazzi doesn’t see me leave your place. I’m sick of taking small looks from you when other girls get your full attention. I’m over being second to everybody else when I know I deserve better. My love for you isn’t enough for the pile of lies and gaslighting I’ve put myself through.”

Lando’s eyes searched hers for any kind of hesitation or regret, but all he found was an unwanted amount of tears and looks of exhaustion. He couldn’t believe the woman he had fallen so deeply in love with had gone on like this for so long and he never knew. It was as if he was waking up now, realizing just how much he had pushed her with his fears and just how late he was to save it all.

When he didn’t respond, she took a deep breath, wiped away the tears that stained her cheeks, and continued, “I can’t do this with you anymore. I won’t give you the typical it’s not you, it’s me. You don’t deserve that. I can’t do this with you anymore because it’s not worth it anymore. All the pain I feel, I constantly feel, has outweighed whatever this was. For my own sanity, I can’t be with you any longer.”

When he spoke, Lando wasn’t expecting to find his voice so broken, wet with the beginning emotions of unrequited love, “But, it has to be, Y/n. Your love for me has to be enough. My love for you is enough. Doesn’t that mean anything?”

She shook her head, swallowing thickly as she looked down at her shoes, “No, Lan, because my actions never made you doubt the love I had for you. Yours did. The constant shutting down when I asked when we could tell Max, the flirting with other women, the ignoring me when I was around you in a room full of people. That was the gradual journey that I was forced to embark on because I wanted you so bad. But, last night, after you told me to come talk to you when I started believing how you felt toward me, I realized that that day would never come. I don’t even imagine myself understanding the feelings you have toward me. If anything, come to me when you learn how to love me publicly.”

Lando reached out for her, but it only pushed her closer to the door, “This can’t be it, Y/n. I didn’t wait years for this to happen, only it to end this way. Please, there has to be something I can do.”

His pleading increased the tears falling from both their eyes, a painful reminder of the deep scar forming on their hearts, “No, Lando. There isn’t. That’s why I’m here and telling you what I am. Trust me,” She took a step forward, hand rubbing the skin of his cheekbone while the other splayed across his jawline, “If there was a way for this to be fixed, I would tell you. Realizing we don’t work is one of the worst heartbreaks of my life, but it’s life, right?”

His eyes closed at her touch, “But, what’s life without you?”

His whispering broke any semblance of her soul as she whispered back, “That’s what we both need to find out.”

Torturously, at the end of her sentence, the warmth of her palms was disappearing from his face and the grave coldness was returning. When he opened his eyes, he found the love of his life lingering next to the door, ready to leave him and the life he thought they would build together.

“What happens if we both find out that life without each other isn’t something we can sustain? What if we miss each other?” He tried. Anything to keep her for a second longer. Anything to get her to stay.

She shrugged, wiping a hand over her face to dry it, “I don’t know, Lando, but I think we won’t have to find out. I think this is for the best.”

Again, she sent him that gaze he fell in love with all those years ago before she walked out.

So ironic that that would be the last thing he remembered from the conversation where she ended it all.

So ironic that the face that had brought him happiness for such a long time would be the face of the greatest pain he would ever feel.

A/N: how y’all feeling about that part 2?

[pinchofthetwd]

Shades of grey and Candlelight

Fem reader x Young Daryl Dixon

Era: Pre-apocolypse

recommended song to listen to while reading this;

Phosphorescent - "Song for Zula" 

The trail of clouds set in the sky as the husky clouds gather in preparation for a thunder-rain storm. Something about the rain and clouds just made you happy, understanding that nature may feel down as well. The smell of humidity gathered in the setting of your room. You lit a candle and unplugged the TV in case of harsh thunder. You were desperate to put a record on and enjoy the vacation of a dim-lit candle and rain. You had other things on your mind too.

Daryl.

Thinking of Daryl was another thought. Laying on your side, picturing him as you imagine laying on his chest; admiring the beat of his heartbeat and the padder of rain. All you sincerely wanted was to feel his warm body in the moment. Daryl drove your young mind crazy.

      As your eyes began to flutter closed, a light knock was heard on your window. It was you and Daryl’s secret knock, for when his daddy decided Daryl was his punching bag. 

Your eyes lit up as you jumped off your bed. Lifting the window up lightly as you could without a hush of sound. Daryl climbed through the window, taking his damp shoes off. You tossed him a light pink towel. Drying his hair, the towel lifted and revealed the frame of his face. A dark shadow appeared around his left eye.

“What’d he do this time?” you pleaded

“Power went out, he got pissed I guess.” he stated simply

How could he say something like that so simply, like he deserved it. How could someone hurt someone so beautiful, especially his own father. 

“We don’t have to talk about it. You, you don’t have to talk about it.” you stated reassuringly

“ ‘kay.” Daryl said softly, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Wanna lay down.” 

“Sure, I'll take the couch.” Daryl said in a gruff tone.

“No, you’re not. Come lay with me.” you demanded

“Alrigh’ “ he said accepting your request

The crunch of your mattress was heard as he plotted down on your bed. You scooted over to make room for him. Gazing in his eyes, you could feel the sadness as he stared at the white ceiling. 

“You don’t deserve it, ya know.”

He didn’t say anything, just looked at you. You put your head on his chest and sighed. He ran his hand through your hair and kissed your head. 

“Everything will be okay.” you said, shutting off the nightlight.

[enduringenthusiast]

I have few complaints about the Helluva Boss episode and was disappointed to see how many other had, especially at such fundamental structures of the show. The big complaint I want to discuss is the idea that the B Plot was pointless or boring, because I think the B Plot was not only an understandable screen time padder but also effectively set up to make the A Plot stronger. A lot of times when shows follow an A/B Plot structure one is more important than the other and the push and pull to balance the weight of each episode. Aka your supposed to be a lil bored at one of them but it makes you wait to build tension. This is really common and when one A Plot is extra important or heavy, normally the B Plot will take a bigger backseat and be something more lighthearted. Not only did Blitz in the hospital provide some levity from striker, but it was actually important we had a good reason WHY blitz wasn't there. We as an audience needed to believe this was an important situation to him and while we can laugh about slow Healthcare jokes or an assassin being scared of a shot, from his perspective he was been waiting years for this, he is watching his daughter be scared and in pain and fight him against something she needs to be healthy and to him, these stakes are real. If there was going to be anything keeping blitz from rescuing stolas, prioritizing his daughter is about the best possible reason i could ask for. And then we get the reaction as stolas gets to the hospital, the helpless, i wasnt there, i never thought it could go this badly reaction. And the lesson for him rather than "I wasn't good enough to save him" if he went and stolas was always going to be hurt, was instead "I didn't give him my time when he needed it and now hes hurt" and isn't that the whole nature of the conflict, blitz not seriously considering stolas feelings or situations and not giving time and emotional depth to them? We even see that immedietly supported in the texts, he gives very short responses, no time or emotion for much more. I thought the a/B Plot structure was perfect in that sense.

[pjmxtra]

I want more time with you…ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

જ⁀➴ pairing: idol boyfriend! Ni-ki x gn!reader

જ⁀➴ synopsis: Dating an idol is harder then you thought it would be.

જ⁀➴ genre: fluff, angst (?)

જ⁀➴ notes: TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY?!???!!!?? NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN PLS Once again it’s all over the place but it’s readable :) i hope !! pls request !!

The soft rustle of tree leaves brushing against each other and the piitter padder of the rain didn’t help in your situation. The feeling of longing in your chest was at its peck. You knew dating Riki was gonna have little to no time spent together. You where 99% willing to go through that just to be with him but that 1% is kicking in.

All you needed right now was him. It was bad day from the start. You had woken up late and got scolded by your manager at work. While working you had messed up an order and had gotten yelled at by a costumer. At this point you a hundred percent believed the world was against you today.

You shuffled through your bag and pulled out your phone. Opening the Camera app and begin to take pictures of everything you saw. Whenever you went out you always found something to send him. Whether it be the food you has ordered or how pretty a flower looked. Sending him pictures always made it seem like he was right there with you.

Pulling up his contact then picking the photos you found the prettiest and hitting send. You shut off your phone knowing he wouldn’t be able to answer since his schedule was so busy. Yet you still anticipated the little buzz from your phone.

Slowly walking through the crowded sidewalks, rapped up in one of his jackets. Umbrellas overtaking the sky as people passed. You couldn’t help but think about him even more.

How it would be so romantic if he was here and you two had to share an umbrella. Crapped under it as you found warmth in his arms. As you made it to the front of your apartment you let out a tired sigh. Yet another day without him in this sad sad place.

Opening the door as you had a million times, the familiar scent of home washed over. As you walked around the apartment your mind wondered to memories you had made here with him. Remembering all the movie nights you guys had and all the arts and crafts you “forced” him to do. Deep down you knew how much he loved them.

Making your way to small kitchen your eyes landed on mug. Not just any mug tho one that you and Ni-ki had gotten together on your 2nd date. You had once again dragged him along some fun adventure. Letting out a little laugh you couldn’t help but think that pottery wasn’t his strong suit. The clay was lumpy and slanted. Still, it was the best gift you had ever received.

A soft buzz interrupted your train of though. The bright light of your phone illuminated your face as you read the message.

“It’s so pretty. Just like you 🫶🏻 - Ni-ki boy”

You let out a laugh at how cheesy he was. Blushing at the comment. It reminded you of the first time he really called you beautiful. Yeah he has said you look beautiful on the first date and so on, but there was one moment you knew he really meant it from the bottom of his heart.

You remember it like yesterday. The gentle blow of the wind washed over you both. It was the evening after dating for a month or so. It wasn’t a special day or anything just wanting to be each others presence. Sitting on a park bench as you both watched the kids and dogs run around having the time of their life.

Your hands intertwined as you sat close to each other. The sun kissed you so perfectly. Riki felt his heart jump from his chest at the sight. Cheeks heating up as he’s hands started to get clammy. It was so cheesy and romantic it felt like it came straight out of a drama.

He let a sigh escape past his lips. Unintentionally grabbing your attention away from the others. You tilted you head towards him letting a smile paint your features. How could he be so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend? He was truly amazed that he had you as his. He stared into you eyes as he let the words slip out of his mouth with ease.

“You are so beautiful”

Silence washed over the two. Not an awkward one. You took a couple of seconds to compose yourself. You are quite used to having someone to call you such sweet names. You tried to play it off by shoving him a little bit.

“Duh I know” You teased. Ni-ik let out one of his well known laughs. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. His laugh was just as contagious as his pretty smile. Letting the moment sink in you wished you could stay here forever. With him. Just you two and no one else. That’s all you needed.

You let out a sigh as you remembered the fond memory. Soon the silence became overwhelming. You had always been an emotional person so remembering these memories did not help what so ever. Your water line fighting tears back as they threatened to fall. A knock at the door rang through the room.

Jumping a little at the sudden sound. Making your was slowly to the door, whipping your tears on the way. Swinging the door open gently it soon revealed your one and only boyfriend. He was covered from head to toe just in case not to get recognized. You stood there in shock since you didn’t expect him to come over.

“Ni-ki?” You hushed out moving to the side to allow him in. As he came in he pulled down is mask and cap. Revealing his highlighted hair.

“Hi baby” he said closing the door behind him before pulling you into a long, crushing hug. His familiar smell over coming all senses. Holding him back tightly the water works began to turn. Slowly tears started to fall on his coat. He felt you shacking and pulled back. Finally being able to see your shining eyes gloss over with tears.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He asked, is a worried tone as he tried his best to whip your tears. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling. It was all to much. You didn’t realize how much you needed him. You had always pushed this feeling away because you knew you had to be strong about this relationship. Yet you couldn’t hind how you felt from him.

“I..” your own sobs making it hard to let a single word out. He was quick to pull you back into a gentle hug. This time letting you have some space to breathe. He softly rubbed the small of you back and let his hand run through your hair. Trying to help you calm down.

Soon your cry’s stopped. All that was left where dried tears and small hiccups.

“I want more time with you.. riki” you kept your head down hands still holding him. Afraid that if you let go all you’ll have left of him where memories.

“Aw baby, you know we have all the time in world.” he spoke trying to make you feel at ease. You looked into his eyes for the first time in a while. Getting emotional once again. “I’m scared… i’m scared i won’t have enough memories of us.” you sighed “I know getting into a relationship with you I would have to sacrifice seeing you ever once in a while.. but i just want more time with you. Before we know it this could be our last” thoughts of not having enough moments and adventures with him made you feel hopeless. Silence washed over you both. Your words that had been unspoken for many many months finally spilled out. Unable to stop.

“I want you to make unforgettable memories with you Riki. I wanna be young and dumb and in love with you. Just give me more time.” Ni-ki’s grip loosened around you. He moved his hands from around you to be placed in your hands. He intertwined them together bringing them close to his chest.

“And we can do all that y/n… I promise we have all the time in the universe. I’m not going anywhere as long as your with me.” He placed his lips on yours giving you a soft peck. Bringing his hand up to whip off the dry tears that had made there way on your cheeks. He closed the gap once again. Hoping this kiss would tell you all you needed to know.

He pulled away just enough for your lips to separate. He stared into your eyes, really taking in the fragile moment. As he pulled you close to him a hushed-

“I love you.” fell past his lips.

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[poisonous-lemonade]

Obey Me but with a Child!MC

How would the Obey Me Databes act if the MC was a human child (4-8 years of age)?

Older Brother Ver. Younger Brother Ver.

The 5 demons sat inside the assembly hall of RAD. Awaiting the next arrival of the newest human exchange student. Beelzebub, grumpily muttering to himself. Asmodeus, looking at their nails idly. Satan, waiting patiently. And Lucifer and Diavolo gave each other worried looks when it was taking the student longer than they expected.

Suddenly, someone appeared on the floor in front of them, looking down. Diavolo stood to speak but then he saw how...small the human was. Lucifer seemed to notice too but only offered a reassuring smile towards Diavolo. That was before the human looked up. With tears in their eyes, trying to hold back their sobs. Grabbing the attention of the other 3 demons.

"Lucifer, is that a child?"

Diavolo

Oh my, Diavolo...

Speaking of Diavolo

He's...he's...it's something

The room is silent, you could hear the crickets outside hopping around, the pitter padder of lizard feet and the squeaks of mice that roam inside the school's walls that make even the most stone-faced demons shudder in fear and disgust. But Diavolo...different story.

"Oh! Hello, small...no, small-er human!" He bellows, laughing loudly causing you to shake and lose your footing. You tuck yourself into a ball, holding back your tears to not cry in front of these random men in uniform. "Oh, no, please do not cry!" Diavolo perks up. "Here, let me come down! Please do not cry! No Lucifer. I will not listen to reason!"

Like most of the brothers, he gets really attached

Like, really attached

He didn't let you stay with the brother for the first week because you were scared

If you let him, he would hold you close to him like a cuddly teddy bear would

He's also the parent who would give you things unprompted whenever he wants but will go all out for birthdays, and holidays, really whenever he can go all out, he will

Piggybacks: yes, 100%, will never let you off his shoulders

I feel like he wouldn't be very good at comfort but he tries his best

Even if his best is asking his father for help, getting Lucifer to help and getting Barbatos to make some tea

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Barbatos

If you want my honest opinion, he would freeze up, physically, like it would show but only for a second

But being the amazing butler he is, he doesn't let it phase him

He got right back at it and became as stiff as a bored

Barbatos was taken aback. He didn't know what to do. He just stood there, blank-faced, his hands in front of him in a respectful manner. Lucifer picked...a child...why? Was he in the wrong timeline where they sent a demon kid to the human world and celestial realm? Maybe...he's too stressed for this. He'll just have to deal with the child himself, who's staring at him, with puppy dog eyes, ones similar to Diavolo's. Fuck.

He knew that life would be different because of you

And he was hesitant

And frightened when that life became his top priority, just under Diavolo

He'll teach you everything he knows

You'll learn how to bake, and serve, like how butlers do, magic of course and, if you want, how to fight

You won't ever need to fight of course

He will do anything for you

He will do anything for you.

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Solomon

'Oh finally, the human is here, maybe I can talk to them about all this'

And when he tries to find you in the school halls, he can't

He checked in with the prince and the brothers and they all said that you were at home

But why were you at home, you should be here, learning about all this shit too

Oh boy was he in for a treat.

"Ha, I'm sorry, a what?" Solomon questioned. He thought they were all joking and this was just some elaborate plan so that they didn't have to share you with him. The House of Lamentation went silent when they heard small running footsteps on the second floor followed by laughter, and Mammon. "Okay everyone, what the fuck?!"

Solomon already is confused

Solomon doesn't want to deal with a child

But Solomon was so ready to act like a father for once

One that's around for his children and doesn't run away because he knows that he'll outlive his children

So this one time he'll be a father

He learns how to cook so then he can teach you, he learns how to sew so that then he can teach you, he already knows magic so he'll also teach you that

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Simeon

iveneverbeensoreadytotalkaboutanotherpersoninmylife

He's all excited to meet you

Diavolo told him the second he let you go off with the brothers

And let me tell you that this man was so ready to introduce you to Luke

Not only that but now Luke won't be so alone and neither would you so it was good circumstances.

"Ah, I see, that's quite strange, you didn't plan this, did you, Lord Diavolo?" Simeon laughed, taking a small sip of tea and watching Luke talk to you from the corner of his eye. The soon-to-be demon Lord bellowed a laugh, and if Simeon didn't know any better, he would say that Lord Diavolo was just a bit embarassed.

Simeon, as much as we would want him to be, won't be as parental as Solomon or Lucifer, in fact, he is closer to Mammon in that sense

He's planning to spoil you with things that you do not need

And things you do need, of course

Simeon is the uncle you never knew you needed

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[she-is-manic]

I Eat Pasta For Breakfast-Rewritten

Chapter one: Lazari Swan

There once was a woman who couldn’t have children,

 Some say it was a curse, but this ailment was of human origin, infertility. 

During her darkest hour a man appeared saying he could give her the child she so desperately wanted.

A daughter was born, Lazari.

A small child stood near a tree looking up at a woman dressed in religious garments, lightly swinging from the strong wind that roared through the night. This small child was now alone only holding her stuffed bear with a hollow expression combed through with innocence shining upon her face. She started to wander through the woods, after a while she saw a tall man standing in front of a small clearing of bushes, the curious girl paddered towards him, as she got closer she could notice that he was different to her, only observing his empty, featureless, white face.

‘I wonder if he’ll be my friend.’ she thought, watching him with pure curiosity, tilting her head like a sheep.

“Hello.” She whispered, holding her hand out towards the tall mysterious figure in a friendly manner, the figure stared down at her and took her hand leading her deeper into the woods where a large withered mansion resided within.

‘This place is so~ big…’

As he brought her to the mansion, inside she saw a man wearing a blue mask on the side of his face sitting comfortably on the couch watching TV and eating a kidney.

“What have I told you about eating on my couch Jack!” the tall figure yelled, holding the young girl.

“Not to eat food that stains it.” the man sighed, placing the kidney down onto the plate and wiped his hands on his jacket.

Sniff

Sniff 

‘Smells nice…’ a voice echoed through her head, This child’s face contorted into an amalgamation of grotesque features, her mouth had split with jagged teeth revealing within, her hands morphed into claws, and her eyes drifted into to a crimson red hue as she pounced on the man and bit down onto his arm. A sickening crunch echoed through the room but the tall man summoned a tendril to pick the girl up before more damage was done.

‘I didn’t mean to…’

‘Please don’t leave me too…’

Her own voice echoed through her own mind, there was a relishing sense of happiness in her actions but there now was guilt forming the heart she had.

“Fuck!” he yelled, holding his arm seething in pain.

“I’m sorry…” The young girl sobbed silently, her face returning back to normal as the man yelled

“What the hell is she!?”

“Definitely not human.” the tall figure stated, taking the young girl into his arms and attempted to comfort her.

“She bit me!” 

“Shhh…it's ok.” The figure uttered, trying to at least soothe this unnamed child.

“I’m sorry…” though his words did nothing to comfort her as she kept whimpering saying she was sorry.

“Consider the bite a punishment for eating on my couch Jack.” 

“I’ll go get the first aid kit…” Jack sighed, going off to look for the kit.

“Hang on Jack, let me help you.” 

The figure placed the young girl onto the couch and followed after Jack to help him treat the bite.

After sometime the front door opened and revealed a tall man with a large smile like carving across the sides of his mouth and chard pail white skin, while the other was a young female with black hair covering the upper half of her face.

“And that’s when you tell them to go to sleep.” the smiling man half heartedly explained, entering the mansion not aware of the little girl's presence.

“Ah~” the woman sounded in affirmation, thoroughly listening to his explanation.

The young child looked at them as they entered, remaining silent waiting till one noticed her “and then…” cutting his sentence off when he noticed her on the couch looking at them with interest.

“What the fuc-” 

“Hi~” the lady smiled, showing immediate kindness to this small child she had only met.

“Lulu, stop saying hi to everyone you meet.” the smiling man groaned, and looked up when he heard Jack come down the stairs.

“Don’t get too close to Jeff, she bites.” Jack spoke, keeping his hands in his pocket hearing Lulu utter his name and a small ‘hey.’ in a welcoming tone.

“Slender thinks she only bites monsters.”

“Oh?” Jeff looked at the child before an idea popped into his head and a mischievous smirk fell upon his face, contorting the open cuts upwards even more.

“The idea you just thought of, get rid of it.” a voice echoed from the upstairs, revealing a girl in a hooded dark green jacket.

“Oh it's you. Shouldn’t you be helping Katie with the campers, Jesse?” Jeff argued back,

“That look only means trouble for you when Slendy finds out what you did.” ignoring what he said and continuing what she was saying. But that didn’t really deter Jeff from his upcoming actions. Picking up the little girl he left, leaving Jess and Jack to eye each other while Lulu looked innocently confused.

“Slendy is going to kick his ass.”

“Why?” 

“Just don’t question it Lulu, you'll find out later.” plopping down onto the couch, changing the TV channel.

~

Hiding in a bush Jeff and the young girl peaked through the leaves and sticks and looked at someone sitting on a park bench “there she is.” Jeff stated, looking towards a woman in black, wearing a mask.

“Who is she?” the child pondered, watching this woman's movements with wonder and interest. 

“Someone who’s very mean to me.” Jeff explained way too simply, using the child's naivety to his advantage to achieve what he wanted to happen.

“Really, she doesn’t look mean though?” she questioned quietly, looking back and forth between Jeff and the lady who was just sitting there reading a book.

“Yeah, well she’s very mean to me.” He told her, backing himself back into the bush.

“I’ll bite her hard then.” She hesitantly spoke, almost unsure of this plan. Her eyes changed to a crimson red hue and she began to sneak up on the lady as her body transformed into a monstrous disfigurement of a child's anatomy.

“C’mon I know it's you Jeff.” she stated, continuing to read her book like this was a normal occurrence to happen.

Only turning around when she heard the quiet snarl “huh?” She saw a manic child with the face and body of a monster leaped at her which caught her off guard, leading to the child's sharp fangs to embed themselves into her neck causing a blood curdling scream to escape her as the little girl began to maul her at her. Only when she stopped moving did she let go. The little girl looked down at what she had done not really knowing how to feel, heading back into the bush she saw Jeff laughing his head off giving her a signal that what she did was alright.

“I bitted her really hard, ‘til she stopped moving.” she spoke, her pink night gown and face covered in blood as Jeff looked at her and called her the ‘best fucking kid ever.’ and sat up.

“Let's get you back to the mansion before Slender realizes you're gone.” Jeff sighed, going to stand up as the little girl clung to his arm muttering an “ok.” he looked at her with a unreadable look before placing her on his back, and walking back to the mansion sing a parody of we’re off to see the wizard, but it's Slendy instead of wizard.

He was nearly at the mansion “we’re off to go see Slendy~ the wonderful slender-oh Fuck.” he was cut off when the slenderman appeared right before him “hi!” she beamed, with a bloody smile.

“Jeffery.” Slender said, his voice sounding displeased by Jeff taking the little girl.

Slenderman summoned a tendril to grab the little girl and place her back inside where she saw Jack, Lulu and someone she had only briefly seen Jesse, talking while also listening to what’s happening outside with Jeff and the Slenderman.

“Was he not supposed to take the little girl?” Lulu questioned, looking between Jesse and Jack with complete curiosity.

“Most likely.” Jack stated, watching Slenderman throw Jeff around like a rag doll.

“So what do we know about this kid, is she from the mid realm or from the human realm?” Jesse questioned, also watching the scene through the window, trying not to laugh at Jeff’s disfiguring body. 

“Absolutely nothing. All I know is that she probably feeds on monsters.” Jack sighed, looking away and gazing at the bite mark on his arm, Lulu had looked away from the two and noticed the girl and made her way to the cupboard to look for some crayons for the little girl.

~~

Once Slender was done with Jeff he re-entered the mansion and saw Lulu with the little girl drawing with a pack of crayons on the floor.

 “what’re you drawing?” Lulu asked, watching the scribbles of black and red turn into a figure on paper.

“I don’t know.” she muttered, looking at the tree with the hanging figure instead of the monster she drew.

“Who’s that then?” She pressed pointing at the hanging figure.

“Mommy...” she whimpered, as tears welled up in her eyes. Memories coming back to what had only happened moments ago.

Lulu looked up when she noticed Slender’s dress pants “was the person dangling from the tree your mommy?” Slender questioned, looking at the drawing glancing between the familiar monster drawn on the paper and the hanging figure now revealed to be the girl's mother.

“Yes…she hated me…called me a monster…she hurt me….” She cried, sitting up wiping her face as she felt tears roll down her cheeks smudging the already dry and crusty blood that lingered on her face.

As the child wept, Jeff crawled his way back into the mansion groaning in pain as he went on.

“We’re not getting rid of her, are we slender?” Jeff finally questioned, getting up and leaned against the doorway, blood covering his clothes and face more than usual, from his tussle with Slender.

“I wasn’t planning on it Jeff, but she can remain here.” Slender stated, reluctant but still made the choice to let her stay.

“Thank you mr. Slenderman.” the little girl muttered, standing up and looking up at him with obvious thankfulness. 

Jack glanced at the drawing not trusting the familiarity of the crayon sketch but said nothing, only trusting that Slenderman would do what was needed if it was called for it.

~~~

Back at the tree, a man stood there watching the figure dangle with disgust “I gave you a daughter. And this is how you repay me, Loretta.” the man bellowed, altering himself into a tall demonic figure and cut the rope causing the body to fall to the floor. He reverted back to a darkly toned man, a hood covering his face but a dim red glow could be seen leaking out.

“You ungrateful wench. I give you the one thing you wanted and you do this.” his voice echoed, bringing his foot down onto her head and a sickening crunch reverberated through the area.

“Rake.” the man reverted back to a human-like form and turned to face his disfigured servant.

“Yes?” he uttered, crawling from a bush nearby, waiting for a command.

“Find my daughter and report back to me.” picking up the remaining eye, mutating into a tall devilish creature.

“Don’t come back to the underrealm without her.” he stated, before he teleported away. Rake is left there for a moment before scurrying his way back into the bushes to do as his master wished. Find the girl and return her to him.

If anyone reads this please give me your thoughts, if there’s something missing let me know and I’ll edit this concept chapter. I'd like to actually put this out there as a story with a set ending that the original creator couldn't do.

Original credits: Chibi-Works - Hobbyist, Digital Artist | DeviantArt

[olenvasynyt]

A Court of Embers and Sunlight: A Lucien backstory: Chapter 5

Summary:

It has been eighty years since the end of the Human War, and a delicate, tenuous peace has grown in Prythian. But as an ancient rivalry between two High families suddenly arises, the consequences of the War are pondered, and painful memories are stirred up for members of the Vanserra family, including Eris Vanserra and the Lady of Autumn. But being sixty and the youngest of seven brothers, Lucien Vanserra is eager to avoid a lot of things. Including the consequences of the War. Haunted by secrets and keen to avoid the Forest House, Lucien allows his errancy to lead him to Prythian’s Summer beaches, Winter lakes, and Spring fields until he finds himself stumbling down a path to a female he never expected. One who lights up his dark, rotting world like dappled sunlight through the leaves.

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Eris glanced down at his brother again, and it felt like a thorn buried in his chest at the expression on the boy’s face.  By the fucking Mother—did he ever look like that when he was younger?  Lucien looked up at him expectantly, with hope as frail and green as a freshly hatched cicada. He hated it, though he wasn’t entirely sure why.  

No, he knew why.  He hated to see that innocence because he knew how quickly it would be squashed, no matter how hard their mother tried to shield her youngest child from the world.  

Lucien continued to trot next to him.  He wore mismatched socks with no boots, one a bright yellow adorned with orange leaves and the other a brown dress sock with a hole in the big toe.  Those socks anxiously paddered on the stone floor.  

Still a child in most ways.  But he wouldn’t be a child for much longer , Eris begrudgingly thought to himself.  Because there were no children in The Forest House.  Not because of how rare High Fae children were, but because of how fast they grew up.  All of the Vanserra sons became males when they were eight years old, or six, or four, or whatever the age they were when Beron first yelled at them across the dining room table, or struck them, or pulled them down to a cell by the scruff of their neck.  They had never been children.  Not when they had a wooden sword thrust so early in their hand and wore bruises on their wrists or cheeks that matched their mother’s. The only signs that pointed to them being children were their stature and their little fingers sticky with soot and sugar.  But the sugar would soon melt away as their fire grew, their height would lengthen with their growth spurts, and they would learn how to wield their sharpened tongues as they did their swords.

[draconisxcaput]

It Is Exceptionally Lovely Being Draco Malfoy

☆ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

☆ Word Count: 1757

☆ Summary: The moment you share together, snuggled between the bedsheets and wrapped up in each other’s early morning affections, is light and warm and everything Christmas morning is supposed to be

☆ Warnings: mentions of food (hot chocolate) alluded to pregnancy, reader and draco celebrate christmas

Soft flurries of snow are falling from the winter sky, dancing in the wind and landing delicately on the ground outside of the Malfoy’s apartment on Christmas morning. Draco wakes up gradually, the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair lulls him out of his slumber, and he turns his head towards you, grey eyes still droopy and a lazy smile pulling at his lips.

You giggle, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on his lips before you pull away, still stroking his silky locks and brushing them away from his face. “Merry Christmas, handsome.” 

Draco gives a content sigh, nuzzling into your embrace for a moment longer, and begins to pepper kisses up the expanse of your arm until he arrives at your cheek and whispers against the rosy skin, “Merry Christmas, my love.”

Your smile is beaming, and the moment you share together, snuggled between the bedsheets and wrapped up in each other’s early morning affections, is light and warm and everything Christmas morning is supposed to be.

Draco gets up first, rolling out of bed and shuffling around the room as he shrugs on a clean button-up. He looks over to you — his wife — who is still laying in bed, and sends a cheeky wink when he catches you watching him get dressed.

“Want me to wake him up?” He asks, still doing up the buttons on his shirt while giving you a knowing look.

Immediately, you groan, bringing your hands to your face, and fall back into the plush pillows behind you. “Yes please,” you mumble from behind your hands and peek between your fingers to see Draco laughing and walking over to your side of the bed before he leans down and presses another kiss to your head. You bring your hands down and cross them in front of your chest, staring at your husband with a pout on your lips. “He never makes a fuss with you, I don’t get it.”

Draco only laughs harder, pulling away with a smug grin on his face, and makes his way to the door. “I can’t help that he likes me better,” he says from the doorway with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He receives a whine in response, and he sends you one last smile before he leaves the room and walks down the hall in sock-clad feet. 

He’s quiet as he approaches the nursery, opening the door slowly, and padders over to the crib. He ducks his head under the mobile and is met with the sight of his sleepy little baby, blond hair askew at the top of his head and a tiny thumb sucked into his mouth. Draco wants to take a second to admire him, let him sleep peacefully for a little while longer; but it’s Christmas Day and there are presents underneath the tree, and he just can’t wait to spoil his favourite boy.

He brings his hand down, fingers gingerly brushing against the fabric of the infant’s pyjamas and tickling his tummy. A gurgle escapes from the back of his son’s throat before he wakes up, eyes fluttering open and little mouth parting to release his first cry of the day.

But then he sees Draco, baby blue eyes meeting sterling silver, and instead of crying, he lets out a happy squeal, kicking his feet under his blanket, and flashes his daddy a very gummy smile.

“Hey Scorp,” Draco grins down at him, scooping him up in the air and holding him out at arm’s length. 

Drool is already beginning to collect at Scorpius’s mouth as he continues to babble nonsense, and Draco takes the time to look him over, finally noticing the attire you had chosen to dress him in the previous night. “What in Salazar’s name was she thinking,” he grumbles, already walking towards the changing table with the baby still in his arms.

“Da!” Scorpius squirms in his hold, reaching out and making grabbing motions with his fists in an attempt to snuggle up against his father, but before he even gets close, Draco has him lying down on the table, a set of more appropriate jammies in his hand.

When he finishes changing the baby, he holds him up again, admiring his work, and then Scorpius is at it again, closing and reopening his fists and calling out to his father. “Dada! Dada!”

And it warms Draco’s heart really, how much Scorpius loves him. He wants to shower him in all of the love he never knew when he was a child, the love that only his wife, his soulmate could show him existed. Draco smiles warmly down at the babe once more, giving in to his insistent requests, and cradles his body against his chest, tucking his little blond head into his neck.

Walking out of the nursery is easy, Scorpius is quiet and content in his daddy’s embrace, and Draco holds him tightly as he makes his way to the family room where the fireplace is roaring, the Christmas lights are twinkling, and the crystal ornament shining in glittering letters of ‘baby’s first Christmas’ is hanging from the tree.

“What is he wearing?” You walk into the room, brows furrowed and holding two mugs of marshmallow hot chocolate in your hands as you take in your sleepy son, little arms and little legs all bundled up in a dark green onesie.

Draco cranes his neck to look down at Scorpius, and when he’s met with a very happy baby smiling back at him, he leans down to press little kisses to the crown of his head before he looks back at you and answers, simply, “Pyjamas.”

You scoff, bending down to put the mugs on the table, and come back up, eyes narrowed sceptically and hands resting on your hips. “What happened to the ones I dressed him in last night?”

“The red and gold ones?” Draco waves you off. “They were ghastly, surely you didn’t think I was going to let our son frolic around on Christmas morning dressed as a bloody Gryffindor.” 

“They weren’t Gryffindor related! They were festive!” You squeak, and Scorpius has taken to teething on the collar of Draco’s shirt.

“Well, these are festive too,“ he gestures to the green cotton onesie. “And if you ask me, I think the green suits him more anyways.” 

Scorpius makes a sound of agreement, humming around the fabric in his mouth, and your expression softens as you walk over to your little family, cupping your husband’s cheek and stroking his skin softly. “You’re very lucky I love you.” And then you’re pulling the baby out of Draco’s grasp, shushing him soothingly when he makes a wail of protest.

“I know my sweet boy, I know,” you cradle him just as Draco had been doing before, “It’s still early for you, I know, but it’s your first Christmas, and mummy and daddy have so many presents for you.”

There’s a pout resting on Draco’s lips as he watches you take the baby, and he chases after you, trailing behind like a lost puppy as you head toward the tree. “I hope you don’t plan on hogging him all day,” he plops down on the floor, right amongst the sea of gifts, “He’s my son too, you kn—“

You plant yourself right in his lap, snuggling into his chest and bouncing Scorpius in your arms. He goes soft immediately, his own arms snaking around your waist and peering over your shoulder to look at your little bundle of joy, giggling and squealing with delight. You lean back, angling your head to look up at him, “Better?” You ask.

He nods, agreeing, “Better,” and gives you a kiss on the cheek. 

It isn’t even an hour later when wrapping paper is littering the floor, new toys are flooding the room, and a bright green dragon, plush and bigger than Scorpius’ little body is clutched between his chubby hands. 

You’ve left the room, gone to fetch “just a little surprise” for Draco, who is currently lying on the floor, squeezing and tickling his son’s little clothed feet. When you come back in, you’re holding a small, lidded box, all wrapped up in a sparkling fennel bow. He takes it from you curiously, one of his fine brows arched as he looks back and forth between the small parcel in his hand and the woman standing across from him. 

“I thought we said no gifts…?”

Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you bring clasped hands up to your mouth to hide your excitement. “I know,” you say gently, “but this one didn’t cost a thing.”

And under any other circumstance, he’s sure he wouldn’t open it, too filled with pride to accept a present from his wife when he himself is empty-handed. But as you stare at him expectantly, eyes shining brighter than the star at the top of the tree, he realizes he doesn’t feel guilt at all. All he feels is love. 

Shooting you one last glance to which you nod her head encouragingly, he begins to pull at the ribbon, unravelling the bow completely before he moves on to the lid of the box. He’s not really sure what he’s expecting, but when his eyes make contact with the white stick sitting atop the plush tissue paper, he all but freezes into place because two pink lines are staring at Draco Malfoy right in his perfectly sculpted face. 

There’s a pregnant pause, and though it's cliche, no other word could describe it so perfectly. Draco’s mouth is parted with awe when he looks up and there are already tears in your eyes as you kneel to the floor in front of him, Scorpius pulled into your lap, and a bashful grin stretching across your cheeks.

“You’re pregnant?” It comes out choked, his bottom lip wobbling ever so slightly.

After transferring Scorpius to one arm and using the other to brush Draco’s unruly bangs from his face, you laugh happily. “Yeah, baby,” you breathe, tucking his blond strands behind his ear. “I’m pregnant.”

There’s a storm outside and yet Draco is sure he’s never felt warmer.

He sits on the floor, his son in his arms, and the promise of a lifetime with the love of his life resting in his palm. He is quite literally holding his world in his hands, and it occurs to him, then and there, that it truly is exceptionally lovely being Draco Malfoy.