#soft gentle words

[lovekia]

[firelilysky]

Zukka Week Day Five: Zuko Joins the Gaang Early | Gay/Bi Awakening

[ronkoza]

soft cows 🌿

Tórarin belongs to @littleulvar

[thetypewriterdaily]

soft reminder: trust that your strength will carry you through the process and that your breakthrough is just around the corner 💌🦋🌻🌈🌤️🫧💕

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[catre33]

I yearn for a soft love.

Knowing just how they like their hot chocolate. I love having melty sprinkle sludge at the bottom of the mug.

And- the thumb rub thing. You guys know that thing??? When you're holding hands and you rub their hand with your thumb? Or they do it to you??? I love that thing.

Light little kisses in the most random and spontaneous places. The bicycle racks at Walmart, doing the dishes, in passing. Idk man I love that!

Doing a puzzle together? Reading something to them? Just staring at them cuz how tf did I end up with someone so insanely gorgeous??? Catching them staring at you?????

Can't think about them without smiling. Can't do anything without thinking about them.

Trying to remember what colours they like you in, and which shirt of yours is their favourite.

Just knowing and being known. Loving and being loved.

[mangofanarts]

"Are you sure you lost a sibling? Or are you just having a disagreement with a sibling?"

[thedelicatearcher]

Finnick with virgin reader ERMM WHO SAID THAT

First Time

finnick odair x fem!reader

after almost a year together, you feel ready to take the next step. your boyfriend, finnick odair, wants you to feel comfortable first.

word count: 3000

warnings: (protected) piv sex , lube use, a little bit of fingering. minors do not interact!

‘honey,’ he whispered, surprised but content at the sight of you at his doorstep. ‘i didn’t know we were hanging out today.’ he yawned right after finishing his sentence. it was obvious you had woken him up from his nap. ‘we weren’t,’ you admitted as he opened the door wider, inviting you in. ‘i just missed you.’

your words had finnick melting on the spot. despite feeling groggy, he could never deny himself of your presence. ‘come on, honey,’ he said huskily, grabbing your hand and leading you to his bedroom. your lover didn’t waste a second before lying down on his bed again and closing his eyes. ‘nap with me.’

you let yourself fall onto the bed, a quiet gasp falls off finnick's lips at the sudden dip. the impact roused him up slightly. an irritated look is thrown at you, but it quickly softened as you got comfortable beside him. his arms instantly wrapped around you, imprisoning you into a cuddle. finnick odair never wastes an opportunity to drape his leg over you. 

stuck in his embrace, you fell asleep, lulled by the soft snoring of your boyfriend. a soft smile formed on your face at the thought of him feeling so safe around you that he could fall asleep in seconds. you found yourself succumbing to sweet dreams about a life without the capitol. a life where you could scream your love for finnick from the rooftops. a life where you didn’t feel the urge to run away but refrained in fear of being caught and sent to the guillotine.

suddenly, you felt yourself begin to stir from a ticklish sensation on your neck. slowly opening your eyes, you noticed the familiar blond curls resting at the curve of your neck. ‘slept well, honey?’ his voice was slightly muffled as he peppered your neck with sweet kisses. ‘hmm,’ you hummed while stretching, before turning around and admiring the soft expression on finnick’s face.

it was so easy to get lost admiring his features. his cheeks were a soft shade of pink, sunkissed from spending entire days at the beach. the corners of his eyes crinkled at his mere smile. his lips were slightly dry and chapped. his long eyelashes framed those enthralling sea green eyes that could inspire anyone to write sonnets about them. the dimple on his cheek begged to be noticed whenever he spoke. a strand of his blond curls was so close to poking his eye.

‘did the cat eat your tongue?’ he teased at your lack of response, growing shy at being the victim of your adoring gaze. ‘i’m just admiring the view,’ you playfully shrugged before bringing a hand to his face and caressing his cheek. ‘i love every part of you, finn.’ the sudden affection took finnick off guard, feeling his heartbeat accelerate.

finnick, so intensely enamored with you, cradled your face with his large hands, giving you an adoring look before kissing your forehead and then your temple, slowly moving to kiss every part of your face. the sensation of his plump lips on your skin made you yearn for them against yours.

soft hums of pleasure echoed in the room when finnick’s lips reached your neck, pushing you gently to lie on your back. all of your thoughts were of him. how his mouth left wet kisses on your skin. how he leaned his body against yours without letting his full weight fall on you. the way his hand grabbed your waist, squeezing it softly. how he was spurred on by your delicate gasps, striving to get more out of your lips. how his lips weren't following a pattern, he was alternating between licks, soft nibbles, and kisses as he pleased.

your skin felt like it was on fire, burning with a sensation unlike any you had felt before. completely unaware of your instinctual movements, finnick chuckled softly when he noticed you were squirming in his embrace, clenching your thighs desperate for some friction. ‘honey,’ he breath warm against your collarbone, ‘everything okay?’

‘such an evil man’, you thought, feigning innocence to tease you when he was perfectly aware of the effect he had on you. you didn’t miss his attempts to hide his smirk at the pathetic moans that slipped from your lips unable to muster the energy to tease him back, a whimper of his name was the only word that came out of you.

‘finnick.’ he pulled his head away from your body to look up at you with expectant eyes. ‘i think i want to take the next step.’ now it was finnick’s turn to feel dazed by a wave of warmth mixed with nervousness, he didn’t want you to feel rushed into it. ‘are you sure, sweetheart?” he asked with a soft look in his eyes. 

the longing in him matched yours. almost a year had passed filled with innocent pecks and short passionate make out sessions. he never wanted to make you feel as if it was something you had to do. he wanted you to genuinely desire it. he needed you to trust him completely and also trust you back. he desired to love you first. he yearned to build a bond strong enough that both of you could feel free to laugh and giggle at the intimacy of the situation. he wanted sex to be special for you. 

now, as the moment had arrived, his heart soared at your request at such a perfect time. asking him to make you his after sweet declarations of adoration. ‘yes, finn,’ you purred as he lowered his forehead to lean it against yours, ‘i want you to be my first. i wouldn’t want anyone else.’ he pressed his lips against yours tenderly before pulling away to meet your gaze, ‘i want you too, honey.’

‘you can ask me to stop at any moment, and i’ll do so right away.  i won’t get mad, honey,’ he stated firmly. ‘let me know when something feels good or if it doesn’t,’ he finished with a kiss to your cheek. a warm smile spread across his face as you nodded enthusiastically.

he got off you and took your hands in his to help you sit up. he waited for your nod as reassurement before taking off your shirt. he immediately leaned in and kissed your chest, murmuring ‘so pretty, my gorgeous girl,’ as his hands circled your torso and unfastened your bra. the moment it fell, you didn’t feel the need to cover yourself. the safe space created by your lover made you feel confident and at ease, allowing yourself to show you completely bare to him.

‘i’m so lucky,’ he whispered to himself, his voice thick with emotion, before leaning in to trace a warm stripe between your breasts with his tongue. ‘so lucky to have you.’ he kissed the top of your left breast, then added, ‘to please you.’ hungrily taking your nipple into his mouth, he began to suck and lick the little bud, savoring the taste of you. ‘to hold you,’ he continued, shifting his attention to the other breast, his movements deliberate and tender as he elicited sweet gasps of pleasure from you. he flickered his tongue across your other nipple, whispering,  ‘to love you.’

while his tongue massaged your buds, his hands roamed over your torso, tenderly exploring every part of it, memorizing every curve and birthmark that adorned your skin. ‘i want to touch you too, finn,’ you said between giggles, pushing him off softly before reaching for the hem of his shirt. he grumbled at the sudden loss of contact between your bodies.

you slowly took his shirt off, not before getting verbal approval from him. driven by lust, your fingers wandered to the waistband of his pants. eager to continue, you swiftly slid his pants down his legs, leaving finnick in only his underwear. 

‘you have a body worth worshiping. worth loving. i will never let you think otherwise.’ you kissed his chest and traced your fingers over his sun-tanned abs. finnick giggled softly when your hand traveled down his body and reached a ticklish spot just below his navel, squirming at the sensation. ‘sorry, i’m ticklish there,’ he confessed. a big mistake from the blond to make, as you seized the opportunity to pull more breathy laughs out of him. after lightly rubbing that spot lightly as a feather for minutes and causing finnick to become a squirming laughing mess, he caught your hands and pulled you down onto the bed, pinning you gently. ‘that’s enough.’

a soft giggle escaped your lips at the sight of him above you. your gaze wandered over his body, but always returned to his gorgeous face. ‘i’m a little nervous,’ you confessed, ‘i’ve never done this before.’ your statement was followed by a louder chuckle from finnick, ‘i know, sweetheart.’ he rose from the bed, and looked down at you tenderly. ‘i’ll take care of you,’ he promised. he slowly started to take his boxers off, revealing his hard cock screaming for attention, the pink tip glistening with a bit of precum.

‘remember, you can always change your mind,’ were finnick’s words before his calloused hands caressed your legs with a feather-like touch and rested at the waistband of your shorts. ‘are you sure about this?’ he asked once more, not wasting any opportunity to ensure you are feeling comfortable. you nodded confidently. ‘i am sure, finnick,’ you reassured him, meeting his gaze. ‘are you comfortable too, sweetheart?’ ‘so comfortable. you make me feel safe.’

a mixed expression of love and gratitude appeared on his face, holding back tears at the simplicity of your words. a year ago, he never would have believed he deserved to feel the deep intimacy of loving and being loved. he couldn’t have imagined a time when physical touch wouldn’t make him recoil. he never thought he would yearn to be touched.

‘good,’ he murmured softly, his hands finding the hem of your shorts and pulling them down. ‘you’re awfully pretty,’ you said to him as he removed your underwear as well. ‘stop it,’ finnick protested, his face flushing as he grew flustered. 

you remained lying on the bed, legs spread as he sat between them. so vulnerable, yet so comfortable. ‘look at those pretty eyes,’ you cooed as he continued massaging your thighs with tender touches. you took his hand in yours, pausing his movements and intertwining your fingers. ‘and those beautiful pink cheeks.’ finnick playfully glared at you, getting absurdly shy at the shameless attention you were giving to his features. hell, he was stark naked in front of you, and you were rambling about his blushing cheeks. 

finnick was getting drunk on your compliments, the sweet words melting his heart like warm honey while you continued finding little details across his body to admire and adore. such as his birthmark on his left thigh, or that one strand of curly hair that is always sticking out, and the calluses on his fingers from a lifetime of knotting nets.

as if he had remembered something, he suddenly pulled away and stood up, ‘i will be here in a sec,’ he announced, ‘don’t miss me too much.’ he teased with a wink before entering the bathroom. some noises and even a gasp reached your ears, leaving you to wonder what the hell was your boyfriend doing in there. 

when he came back, he wore a toothy smile and admitted ‘i was searching for these,’ holding up a condom and some lube he had. ‘but the cabinet almost toppled on me.’  you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, finding it funny how the cabinet almost fell on top of him, but he was still so eager to make love to you.

as the laughter dissipated, finnick took a moment to put the condom on his member. ‘sweetheart,’ he called you as he caressed your cheek lovingly, ‘i’m going to be so gentle with you.’ you climbed to the center of the bed, lying on your back to feel comfortable as finnick had instructed you. 

‘i want you to enjoy this, honey,’ he continued, squeezing some lube onto his hand and spreading it on his cock. ‘this is going to feel a little cold,’ he warned you before squeezing more lube on his fingers. his touch delicate as he eased the lubricant into your folds and entrance. a surprised gasp escaped your lips at the new sensation, his finger gently fingering you to spread the lube as deep as he could. quiet moans of pleasure filled the room when he carefully entered another digit and started scissoring his hands, making sure to prepare you as much as he could for your pain to be as little as possible.

he slowly pulls out his fingers, being attentive to the quiet hiss that escaped you. finnick engulfed his digits in his mouth, and licked them clean. ‘so good,’ he hummed, before hovering over your body and lining up with your entrance. ‘i love you, my sweet girl,’ he kissed your cheek and pulled away to stare right into your eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation. 

‘i love you too, finn.’ those words were enough reassurance for finnick to start to enter you, moving slowly and centimeter by centimeter. ‘it’s okay, baby,’ he cooed soothingly. your hands instinctively made their way to his back, your nails lightly digging in as you adjusted to the sensation of him stretching you. despite the lube doing its job, you couldn’t help but let out soft whines of discomfort. the feeling of finnick’s cock filling you up completely was overwhelming.

he peppered your face with kisses, trying to soothe you while you adjusted to his size. when you whispered sweet pleas in his ear, he began to move. he pulled out and then dipped back in at a slow and steady pace. the natural scent of your lover overwhelmed your senses. no matter where life might take you, you would never forget the intoxicating vanilla aroma he exuded whenever he was impossibly close to you.

as he maintained his slow, deliberate rhythm, your pleasure began to build. you found yourself enjoying the feeling of his delicious cock pressing forward into you. his glorious huffs of air were muffled by your neck, the place where he had decided to nestle his face as he delicately pinned your body with his and thrusted into you determinedly. your body was trapped by his, as the fat of his hips slapped into your thighs, you felt engulfed by him. and you were fine by it. the feeling of his bare chest against yours, with your legs wrapped around his hips, was your new definition of bliss.

finnick’s thrusts were deep and starting to up his pace, the clenching of your cunt inflicting low grunts and growls out of him. he was completely immersed in pleasure. his attempts to tease you were frequently interrupted by the deep moans that poured out of his pink lips. however, his eyes never strayed from your face, scanning it like a hawk to notice any signs of discomfort. 

the angle of his cock hit the spot inside you just right. you were so close to your peak, the coil inside you tighten up at every roll of his hips. waves of heat and pleasure coursed through you. but still, it wasn’t enough to take you there, you needed something more.

with a trembling hand, you reached down to where your bodies connected and started to rub your clit in slow, deliberate circles. mewls filled the room, and you felt closer than ever to the so familiar orgasm. the countless flustered hot nights you had spent with your hand in between your legs paled in comparison to this moment. those desperate nights would never compare to having the love of your life on top of you, panting as his half-lidded eyes tried his best to stay locked on yours. any situation you could ever imagine could never compare to the whimpers of your name. the mere melody of his voice made your toes curl.

‘i’m so close, finn,’ you moaned when the sensation became too much, nearing the brink of your orgasm. ‘me too,’ he growled in response, breaking eye contact to bury his face in your neck, nibbling it in hopes to stifle his melodic grunts. ‘let go, honey. i got you,’ were his final words before you got swept away by an earth-shattering orgasm, screaming loudly at the white delicious heat that traveled like waves through your body. you were clenching around him uncontrollably, crying out as your climax hit you like never before. 

when you started to come down from your orgasm, finnick drove into you faster. so eager to feel the ecstasy running through his veins. bursting into the condom, finnick found himself coming in your embrace. his hips thrusted erratically before gradually slowly coming to a stop as he grunted into your neck. you desperately wished to see the distorted expression of pleasure of your lover as he succumbed into his climax, but you would have many other opportunities. 

you lay there in complete comfort, enjoying the calm silence only disrupted by soft pants as you recovered your breath. finnick had dropped his entire weight on top of you, but you couldn’t care less. your hands found their way to his hair, running them through it and massaging his scalp in a quiet gesture of gratitude.

‘did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?” he asked with the gentlest voice when he pulled back slightly to look at you, awaiting for your answer. even if his skin was covered with a layer of sweat, he was as gorgeous as always. ‘so much,’ you replied, a cheeky smile lighting up your face. 

‘good,’ he answered with one of his truly happy smiles. finnick leaned in to give you a sweet peck, his fingers caressing your cheek before he pulled out. ‘sorry,’ he instantly apologized when he heard your hiss. he took off the condom and tossed it into the trash. 

he then grabbed a soft towel from his nightstand and carefully cleaned the slick between your legs, delicately rubbing the cloth to avoid your oversensitive clit. ‘come here, honey,’ he said, lifting you into his arms like a bride and carrying you to the bathroom. he was eager to prepare you a bath, wanting to have you relaxing in his embrace.

[bigdumbtickler03]

Look at this cute little fluffy feather~ i wanna give a lee some fluttery ear and neck tickles with it and hear their adorable lil giggles 🥺

(I tested it out on my own ears/neck and omfg so tickly and super soft. now I need to tickle someone 🙈)

[tang3r1n]

cute idea but hero!chizome grappling with a hopeless crush on all might’s daughter figure (jus a chick he took under his wing izuku style)

like UGH. he’s such an old-school gentleman FUCK. he sends flower bouquets with your favorite flowers and like a 4 page letter with the most beautiful and eloquent language used to talk about how in love he is, and he talks like he’s fucking dying. exhibit a;

“i would lay myself at your alter, goddess, my insides laid out for your tasting, your pleasure— please eat of my flesh, consume me whole and let me feel accomplished as a simple, filling meal for you.

oh i beg of you, let my soul forever intertwine with yours, let me feels the silk of your skin, the heat of your breathe, plunge your hand into my heart and cherish it. sink your teeth into my neck and devour me.

i yearn for you, lovely thing. warmly, obsessively, lovingly, carnally, i can only hope you pity my foolish desires— my insane ramblings of fanatic and desperate attempts to gain your affections. please, please by the grace of all that is just and fair, let me worship you. let me treat you as you want to be.

i pray to no god but that of your body, of your mind, of your soul. there is no religion outside of your teachings, my muse. your word is my law, my written oath, music in the grand hall, the rain, the air, the existence of love. i would sooner accept death and the failure of my life’s work than to even acknowledge the existence of beauty that shines brighter than yours.

i beg of you, let my lowly hands hold you, let my soiled and ugly form touch and feel you, let me court you, my fair woman.

let me love you.”

omfg and he’s so petty. randoms in the street and fellow heroes flirting with you? he’s sighing and scoffing dramatically before completing dissecting their speech patterns, body posture, heroing skills, physical appearance, literally anything he can to make them leave you two alone

i feel like he doesn’t care abt how he looks (i mean duh no nose.) but the second you mention liking muscles he’s suddenly finding excuses to flex and stretch around you non stop, he’s doubling up his workout routine and bulking like a MOTHER FUCKER to see if you’re staring yet.

AAAHHH idk i just love chizome and need him insanely badly.

[daeva-agas]

Casually lurking in Sailor Moon fandom and when I see posts mentioning the Shitennou's knightly titles, I think the translation are off. I don't know if those are just fansubs being wonky, or if even the official ones are not entirely correct...

I've also seen some posts say that "I don't understand what these means". The knightly titles are based on the image and properties associated with each gemstone in Japanese (so, if it has different meanings internationally, it's quite beside the point).

Jadeite: Knight of Resilience 忍耐 and Harmony 調和

忍耐 is often translated as "Patience" in fanworks. 忍耐 is better translated as "resilience", "perseverance", or "endurance". Even when colloquially used to say "be patient", the connotation of it is more along the lines of "endure this". The Harmony one is correct.

"Resilience" is because jadeite jade is the harder jade. "Harmony" because of its traditional usage in spiritual matters, so jade in general has the image of "peacefulness".

Nephrite: Knight of Wisdom 知恵 and Peace 安らぎ

This one makes me kind of laugh because of what Nephrite is like as a character/person. I almost always see 知恵 translated as "Intelligence". It's not wrong per se, but this term here refers to something deeper than just brain smarts, thus "wisdom". Things like wisdom that come from age, or innate perceptiveness, and so on.

安らぎ is peace, as in "inner peace". Basically, "serenity", though it's probably not a good idea to use this word in Sailor Moon for obvious reasons.

Nephrite being the native jade of China, it has been given very sagely meaning to it that persist even in Japanese symbolism. That's why it's like this, for somewhat similar reasons to jadeite's "harmony".

Kunzite: Knight of Virtue 純潔 and Benevolence 慈愛

純潔 can also mean Purity or Chastity. 慈愛 is sometimes translated as Affection, which is also not entirely wrong. It's just that the standard meaning is benevolence or mercy. "Affection" tends to be used in the context of parents and children. In this context probably not the best meaning to use.

This gemstone is associated with the Holy Mother Mary, of all things, that's why it's got very saintly imagery associated with it.

Zoisite: Knight of Purification 浄化 and Healing 癒し

The most straightforward one so I've never seen any wonky translation with this one. Those who are into healing crystals might already know this, but this title is based on the healing and purification qualities that a blue zoisite/tanzanite supposedly have.

[lovekia]

[fairyroses]

requested by @lexkent: the scene in "Shattered" where Lana sees Lex on the ground in the stable sitting curled into himself, and she looks anguished to see him in such a state, and she's so kind and compassionate to him

+ bonus Lana, after literally almost dying:

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

i love astarion because he is for all intents and purposes a wild fanged animal who chooses to be docile and sweet and curl up and not hurt but he can and will rip out throats in defense of his love and his friends

i love gale because he's a sweet good gentleman who has lightning under his skin and fire at his fingertips with a whispered word and he loves with such devotion but would kill with a growl in his throat for that love

[cosmicsoupman]

Romantic Rambles II

A field of lush green grass beckons us, we can't help but to answer its call. The air is cool, the leaves on the trees are a warm and inviting orange and yellow. We lay down, hand in hand and look up. The day is giving us one final brilliant blue sky before dusk overtakes; beautiful fluffy clouds scattered throughout the deep blue, gently moving, waiting for us to observe them. Minutes upon minutes we spend, silently watching, enjoying the soft wind kissing our noses. The gentle rustling of the trees. I close my eyes to soak in the moment, to allow myself to be fully present. "Why me?" Your soft voice brings my full attention back to you. In that moment, I knew my answer had to be one that left nothing to the imagination. "Why you...Because you're worth more than you know. The impact you have on this world is far greater than you realize. Your impact on the people close to you, and your impact on me. I don't think you quite realize how often you pass through my mind. Normally I do my best to let thoughts come and go as they please, but when thoughts of you come to greet me. I can't help but to stop and watch them, contemplate them. Wondering how you're feeling, wondering what you're doing, wondering if the world has treated you kindly today. Wondering if you've eaten, if there's anything making your mind feel weary. Why you - Because, you are my favorite, you're my person, you are my peace. I get to wake up next to my best friend every single day, I get to wake up to my lover, every single day, I get to wake up knowing, I have you at my side. We are stronger together, we can get through anything together. My love for you has no expiration date, I'll love you into the great beyond. -Cosmic

[forwhump]

a/n: ;-; I feel a little silly introducing myself on a writing post but I feel sillier just starting to post my writing w/out any sort of introduction at all, so hi ! I’m Tina ! I’ve semi recently gotten introduced to the whump community because the content I create has been whump the whole time I just didn’t know it & thought I was alone in it !

now that I realize I’m not, I figured I might as well start posting my blurbs somewhere ! I don’t know if it qualifies as conventional whump, but is there such thing as conventional whump ? so what the hell

I put my two favourite oc’s through the horrors so often I have so much whump content w them & it’s just going to waste in my google docs & my notes app ! I’m chronically shy about posting my work online but I figured somebody out there might see this & maybe even like it so what’s the harm in sharing !

if you do see this & maybe even like it, yay ! I’m so glad ! thank you for even reading it <3

tw/cw for aftermath implied rape, mentions of being gutted

Wren has always been beautiful.

Silas had always thought so. Even at Wren’s worst, even when it wasn’t wholly appropriate to think. Silas had thought so since that very first day, since he was dragged into this place clawing and biting, since Wren had looked up at him from his place in the common room and smiled at Silas, sympathetic, as he was dragged into hell.

It was striking, even then, even disoriented and scared and confused. Wren was a bright spot, a glimmer of light in a bland, grey prisonscape. He’s beautiful like no other person Silas has ever seen, beautiful in a way reserved for the sunrise and the moon, so beautiful it actually gives him an eerie, kind of inhuman quality, even now, even still.

Wren has always been beautiful and Wren is beautiful still. But this —

There is nothing beautiful about this.

It’s ugly. It hurts something low in Silas’ chest.

It’s a film strip that’s been double exposed. Wren’s always been beautiful, and so particular about his hair; Wren has fairytale hair. It’s impossibly long, fairytale long, and the colour of snow, kinda, but he’s always so particular about it, he takes such good care of it, something that’s only his, something that belonged to him before this place, something they let him keep, and his hair always shimmers, perfect, iridescent. Silas has always found it kind of hypnotizing. Wren’s always so careful about how he braids it.

His hair is a mess. It had been pulled up into a ponytail with a piece of pink ribbon that’s gotten mostly lost in the tangles of his hair. Loose strands stick to his face, his throat, his waist, the insides of his thighs with tears, spit, sweat, semen, blood. He’s wearing some demeaning little pleated skirt, the same pale pink as the ribbon, and it’s short, it’s so short, and there’s so much visible skin that Silas can see almost every bruise, big and purple and splotchy and broken, like road rash. He can see all the blood tracked down the insides of his bruised thighs. He can see handprints. Tooth prints.

How is this happening? How did it get to this?

“Wren,” he hears himself say.

“Leave me alone.” His voice is the flattest Silas has ever heard it. He doesn’t lift his face from the carpet.

“Wren.” He doesn’t know what he’s gonna say. What can he say? He reaches a hand out, almost instinctive.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Wren —“

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Wren snaps, almost screams, and he finally lifts his head as he flinches away.

Most of the left side of his face is that same broken, road rash bruise. His mouth is swollen. His eyes, from crying. He doesn’t have hickeys, but proper, scabbing bite marks, bruising his jaw and his throat.

So much bruising. So much blood.

Silas knows what to do.

He struggles with that, sometimes.

Wren was allowed to keep his hair; Silas was, as well. It’s all Silas got to keep.

No part of Silas is the same as it was when he got here; no organ, no arterie. Silas isn’t human anymore, Silas is a weapon, but he tries, oh my god, he fuckin’ tries, if nothing else he tries, and he’s getting better, he thinks. He just struggles sometimes with human emotions, with feelings, thoughts, with what to do, what to say.

He knows now, though. What to do.

No part of Silas is really human anymore, but most of him is all still attached. His left leg, however, isn’t, and the replacement he’d been given, as a massive, inhuman superfreak, is heavy and deadly and fuckin’ uncomfortable. It pinches. Silas hates it almost more than anything. Unless he absolutely has to wear it, he gets around in his chair. It’s how he gets back to his room, where, without even a groan of displeasure, he makes quick work of his superfreak prosthetic.

On his own, he stands. Onto his chair, he piles one of his crewnecks, a favourite of Wren’s because of how cartoonishly large it fits him. Silas piles his comforter on top. From Wren’s room, he grabs his hairbrush and a pair of his joggers. Their clothing is the same dull grey as everything else in hell — prison grey, Silas thinks of it.

He limps his chair back to the common room. He folds the sweatshirt and joggers over the back, brush hooked in one hand as he holds open the blanket. “Okay,” he says. “Come.”

Wren’s head is down again. He’s right where they dumped him, a pile on the common room floor. “Leave me alone, Silas.”

Silas frowns. “No,” he says. “Come. I won’t touch.”

Slowly, Wren lifts his head. He blinks up at Silas with huge, wet eyes. “What?” He says, less sharp but a bit more broken. “What are you doing?”

Silas shakes the blanket at him. “Come.”

He isn’t expecting the way Wren’s face crumples, or the way he sobs. Softly, he says, “Wren?”

Wren turns his face away, but when he sobs, he sobs, “Silas.”

Folding the blanket and the brush back onto his chair, Silas limps around it to slowly, awkwardly maneuver himself onto the carpet next to Wren. Within reaching distance, but he’s careful not to touch.

Wren doesn’t lift his face and sobs into the carpet.

Slowly, Silas lies down, on his back next to him. He reaches out, he doesn’t touch, but he invites, and without looking at him Wren shifts into his arms and sobs into Silas’ shoulder.

Silas covers his back with a massive, gentle hand and lets him cry.

He cries for a long time.

Eventually, his sobs soften to sniffles and the hitching of his back slows under Silas’ hand. He says, into Silas’ grey sweatshirt, “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“Why?” Silas asks.

Wren’s chest hitches. His voice cracks when he says, “I’m disgusting.”

He frowns. “You’re not disgusting.”

Wren hiccups out a sob.

“Wren,” Silas says, “you’ve held my organs inside my body for me. This is nothing.”

He sobs again.

Silas thumbs slowly across his back, over the stiff, ripped material of his shirt. “Let me take care of you this time, Wren,” he says. “Please.”

“You shouldn’t have to take care of me,” he says softly.

“I don’t,” Silas says. “I want to.”

Wren’s small fist curls into Silas’ crewneck. Into his chest, he whispers, “they really hurt me, Silas.”

“I’ll take care of them,” Silas promises. He already knows how he’ll do it. It won’t be slow but it will be painful. “Let me take care of you first.”

Wren doesn’t answer him, but he nods into Silas’ shoulder.

Softly, Silas asks, “can I pick you up?”

He nods again.

Gratefully, gently, Silas lifts Wren into his arms and from there, into his chair. He pulls the grey blanket around his shoulders and Wren sinks into it gratefully.

The bathroom is cold, and the water doesn’t get hot, but it gets warm, so Silas runs it warm before he limps across the bathroom to gather an armful of towels. He held Wren to his feet, and leaves the towels in his place.

“You don’t have to do this,” Wren says softly.

“So?” Silas says.

He blinks up at him, a bit taken aback.

Supporting most of Wren’s weight, Silas says, “do you want my help getting undressed or do you want me not to touch you?”

Wren blinks up at him again, sniffling. “Would you help me?” He asks, so soft he’d barely spoken.

“I’ll do anything you ask me to,” Silas answers.

Wren makes a soft sound, and Silas is careful not to touch any of the bruises as he bumbles through small buttons and zippers with huge hands. He helps Wren out of his ruined skirt and into the lukewarm water. Silas doesn’t undress, but he follows him in, letting Wren lean hard against him as he lathers a washcloth he hands to him before getting to work untangling his hair.

It’s a careful few hours of effort, because Wren has so much hair and it’s so matted, caked with blood, grime, semen.

Silas is meticulous. He brushes it out. Washes it. He isn’t a great braider yet, but June had been teaching him the basics, and he can struggle his way through a sloppy French braid. He tugs the elastic out of his own hair to tie it off, and once he’s done, Wren turns to look up at him and he’s crying again.

“Wren?” He says.

And Wren surges forward, pushing his face into the hollow of Silas’ sternum, arms tight around his waist.

“Thank you,” he whispers into his wet sweatshirt.

Silas cradles the back of his head with one hand. “It’s okay,” he says.

In truth, he would die for Wren in a heartbeat. This is nothing.

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Reaching

“Warm, isn’t it,” Malfoy tugged at his collar with half a glance in Harry’s direction. Unnecessary; Harry’s eyes were already glued to him, the impossibly long column of his neck. Pale and glistening like an ice sculpture. Unreachable. “Is something the matter?”

“Hmm?”

Malfoy didn’t dignify that with a response. Leaned closer, one eyebrow hiking—and the haze in Harry’s mind was entirely due to alcohol, thank you very much, and the heat pooling in his belly to do with the club’s oppressive air. Not the tilt of Malfoy’s lips, parted and lovely pink, or his obscenely tight excuse for trousers Harry’s hands kept twitching towards. Definitely wasn’t the little huff of air he let out: ah, just like that, like a promise or a threat.

“Boring,” he said. Took a moment for Harry’s brain to catch up.

“What?”

“Don’t be boring. Dance with me.” Hands coming to rest on Harry’s thighs—when did Malfoy get up? Was he always standing so close? Did he always smell like smoke and sweat and something tangy and sharp—

And the movement, undulating hips against Harry’s legs, head thrown back, throat bared for Harry to—dancing, maybe, grinding to the beat of the music Harry could only barely hear. Couldn’t, think, couldn’t, breathe—his hands firm around Malfoy’s waist, instinctively holding down, crushing closer. Closer, Malfoy hard against him, then this laughter cascading down his entire body.

“Oh,” Malfoy huffed, mad and so close Harry’s mind was melting. “Oh, fuck, you’re—” panting in Harry’s face, eyes blown wide.

“Yeah?” only to hear his voice like that again. Ragged raw.

“You’re everywhere,” the way he blinked, and blinked, tongue darting to wet his lips. Half-unravelled, from this, from nothing. Harry felt lightheaded, drunk on the revelation, fingers still tightening, bruising into his hipbone.

Swallowed a silly spike of fear. With a growl, pulling Malfoy’s head down so their noses were level. Mindlessly brushing a thumb down his bottom lip, delighted to find it cool to the touch. Malfoy’s tongue came out again, a hint of a lick, with that look in his eyes. Harry’s mind snapped.

Kissing him became the only objective. Those little ah, ahs Harry swallowed greedily, forgetting they were in public, forgetting, fuck, Ron and Nev at the bar, forgetting to breathe when Malfoy basically climbed in his lap, pushing his head so far back it ached. Everything did, a little: sparkled, and ached, and burned.

“Come back to my place,” Harry managed to say, commanding and begging into Malfoy’s mouth. “Come home with me.”

Malfoy laughed, a low sound. “Ah,” half-intentional this time. “Not so boring after all.”

Something absurd rushed through him, warm and pinching like affection. “No,” Harry agreed, and traced the sharp line of Malfoy’s jaw. “Not so boring.”

He melted in his arms—kept melting all night long. Harry deliriously lapped him up, and those ah, ahs, and the column of his neck, blooming red and purple under Harry’s careful tongue, reachable and all his.  

(Flufftober day 12. Find the soft AO3 collection here).