#stardust x whipped cream

[wannabeblockb]

It would seem that Whipped Cream’s powers of seduction are more powerful than was thought.

Also it seems he’s most interested in the “tall and dark” type given his track record.

On a side note: I love Stardust’s design. They’re like Nightmare Moon if she was a cookie.

[khonshus-stardust]

I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA :33

WHAT IF…

Khonshu is mad at the boys and just to piss them off he decides to play with you while the boys watch and their not allowed to touch 😻

JUST IMAGINE PLEASE, AND KHONSHU’S ALL LIKE

“They can never play like this with you like this little bug. Am I right?”

:3

It’s okay if you don’t want to write this‼️

Passion

Pairing: Khonshu x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, dirty talking, fingering, overstimulating, forced voyeurism, ropes, coming in pants. (Poor Marc is forced to watch), use of princess.

Word Count: 4292

Summary: The god of the moon and his avatar have been in your life for quite some time. Not only do you help with making sure their needs are met, you are a kind soul. A good refresher for the boys to be around when everything else is trying to kill them, including their own god. When Khonshu comes barreling into your apartment, you are stunned. You are picked up and hoisted over his shoulder. The god has a lesson to be taught. But, not for you.

Author Note: I'm a bit late of getting this posted. So sorry. But I hope the seven pages of smut makes it up for that!

Masterlist

Ao3

When a whoosh of air nearly pushes you off of your feet, your face morph into a scowl, head whipping towards the culprit. Said god may not have a face to express his emotions but the tense air that followed him spoke loud enough.

The plastic cup in your hand slammed down on the counter. “What in the world was that for?” you snapped at the god who began to stalk towards your form in the kitchen. You swear, there’s never a day of peace around here. There is always something up with either Khonshu or the three men who stayed with you.

No peace. At all.

Hands snatched your form off of the floor and flung you over a bony, uncomfortable shoulder. A grunt left your lips. “Khonshu!” you attempted to scold the Egyptian god. It seemed like he could care less as he marched through your apartment and into the living room. To where Marc was sitting.

“What in the hell is your problem, pigeon head?” Marc’s voice filtered into the air behind you, in front of Khonshu. The black haired man then made a choking noise when Khonshu move. You squirmed on his shoulder until a swat to your ass stilled you. A whimper fell from your throat. A silent warning.

“You.” Khonshu’s voice thundered inside of each of your heads. Your entire body tingled from the anger that radiated off of his voice. That only meant the two of you were in it deep.

Marc scoffed. “Me?! The hell is that suppose to mean? I’ve been doing nothing all day. How could I possible be at fault for whatever tantrum you’re throwing now?” Your lips pressed together at the man’s words and instantly knew he was going to get it. Only you were allowed to talk to Khonshu like that. Only his little bug, his stardust. Not Marc who is suppose to be his servant.

The air stilled. You could hear your heart thundering in your ears.

Your legs were spread wide, hooked over the outsides of Khonshu’s long, nimble legs. Your eyes rapidly blinked to gain a sense of what just happened. Both of your arms are tied behind your back, locked in a position that only offered Khonshu every chance to touch you. Your back to Khonshu’s chest.

In front of you sat Marc, somehow tied to the one-person chair that’s in your living room. Cream white ropes are attached to each of his limbs before disappearing behind the chair. A look of shock mirrors your own on his face. The two of you peered at each other, stunned into silence at the sudden change of positions.

Out of the two of you, you were the first to move, to squirm in his hold. Large, dexterous hands engulfed your thighs and pinned you to Khonshu’s lap. A long, bony beak appeared to your left, hovering over your shoulder. “Stop moving, little bug. That boy needs to learn a lesson on what’s mine. Only what’s mine to touch.” He makes a point to run the soft pads of cloth fingertips up the inside of your thighs. A shiver shot down your spine.

“What’s mine to feel.” They stopped at the apex of your thighs.

“What’s mine to hear.” A breathless moan fell gracefully from your lips.

Marc scoffed, a scowl etched into his handsome face. “Not like you can taste their sweet nectar,” Marc grounded out his god. The muscles that lined your thighs clenched at the idea. But��� Marc was right. Khonshu’s lack of a real mouth hinders that ability.

A dark chuckle vibrated your brain. One of his hands traveled up to rest on your belly and kept you snug to his torso. “One of these days, I shall posses a mortal to finally taste what you brag. It might be even you that I use as a toy for my little bug,” Khonshu’s voice rumbles. You have to bite at your lip, anything to stop yourself from making any noises.

But, he sees it all.

Soft cloth pads skim your jawline. “Do you like that idea, Stardust? The worm might actually have a purpose for me.” Your eyes widened before hooding over, already putty in his hands.

“Like you know anything about that.” There was a hint of jealousy in Marc’s voice. Khonshu’s fingers twitched against the apex of your thigh. “You will never be able to taste their pussy. Not for yourself. Only with a body that isn’t yours.”

A cold drop of water dripped down your spine, causing you to shutter. Fear dribbled into your veins when the tension in the air tenfolded. Marc was going to learn his lesson not to mess with Khonshu.

Not when it came to you.

The shirt that once adorn your torso was promptly ripped off and discarded off to the side. You yelped and squirmed, not prepared to have your chest exposed so soon. Your nipples hardened at the sudden cool air brushing over them. Marc could be heard cursing under his breath, eyes watching the scene unfold before him.

Warm hands palmed at your freed breasts, playfully squeezing the flesh. You squirmed in his lap and rocked your hips without meaning to. The beak to your left slightly tilted up into the air. Fingers pinched at your nipples. Your breath hitched as your back arched up into the greedy hands. He continued to play with them, gaining noises he wished he could bathe in. This will have to satisfy him.

Your head tilted back as well to rest against his chest, back continued to be arched.

“Does this feel good, little one? Do you like having my large hands on you? Where I can feel every inch of your body?” The deep rumble of his voice inside of your mind did things to you. Your jaw dropped with a soft moan, eyes drifting over to his skull head. He was handsome in his own, unique way. From his towering presence to voice that could probably make you come just by him talking.

“Princess, come on. You think he has any control over you?” Marc bit out and brought you back to the presence. You gazed over at him, eyes lightly hooded over. A whine built up in your throat only to be cut off by a hiss. Khonshu harshly pinched at your nipples.

Shocks of pain and pleasure raced down your spine at the roughness. Your hips rutted up against nothing in search of friction. The man strained against the ropes once more in hopes they would finally give. The power of a god heavily outweighs his strength. They hold.

The god growls and gropes your breasts harder. “I do. You will sit there and watch as I pleasure my little bug. You will have nothing, not even scraps after I am finished with them,” Khonshu explains what is going to happen. You tug on the ropes binding your hands behind your back but they, too, are holding firmly.

His hands left your chest. One arm wraps around torso and easily lifts you up. The other hand grips at the waist band of your pants. With one powerful tug, the shorts are promptly torn from your body. They were also discard mindlessly. Your first reaction was to close your legs, nervous to be exposed like this in front of Marc. Him and others have seen you naked before, but you weren’t expecting this.

Both of his hands hold your thighs down on top of his, preventing you from closing off the sight. “Keep them open. Make them beg for it. Make them want you in ways they can’t,” he growls into the depths of your mind in a soft, rumbling whisper. His voice is husky, thick with lust and anger.

When he felt you timidly relax in his lap, he let one of his hands drift to your mound. Clothe wrapped fingers glided over your skin and cupped your sex. You couldn’t help your hips rutting against his palm.

A dark chuckle resonated in your mind. “Such a needy little thing in the eyes of my avatar. Do you know what he is thinking about right now?” You whined and turned your head away from Marc, eyes shut. Khonshu snarled. His free limb snatched your chin and forced you to face Marc again. “I didn’t say you could look away from him. Keep those pretty eyes on him, little bug. Or else, I’ll tease you for hours straight, never letting you come.”

“Please, no!” you pleaded, eyes darting up towards Khonshu’s face. His fingers squished your cheeks together. You returned your gaze back on the man in front of you.

There was a bulge in his pants. His eyes were focused on you despite the fact Khonshu hid away your exposed cunt. He watched when Khonshu allowed on of his lithe fingers prod at your entrance.

You wiggled your hips against his hand, desperate for the penetration. “That feels good, doesn’t it. It does. I can feel you getting wet, little bug,” he taunted darkly. Khonshu pulled his hand away to show off the slick on his middle finger. He used another finger to see the string of slick connecting the two. “Such a good little bug. So good for me.” You whimpered, pussy throbbing at the lost of contact.

“I wouldn’t be teasing you as much, princess. You know that. I would give you what you deserve,” Marc reasoned, trying to you to break free and come to him. The ache in his groin only growing. He wished to touch your skin, to feel you, to taste you. He wanted to feel your lips on his while he rutted into you passionately. “A good fuck.”

Khonshu hummed nonchalantly. “Oh, they will. You’ll get to watch as their tight pussy stretches to accommodate my size. The way it gapes, my cum leaking from them. I will mark them as mine, only mine.” You gasped at the touch of a finger prodding your entrance again. Another one joined it before pressing passed your labia.

The slick that gathered on the digits eased their intrusion. Your walls clenched down on his fingers as he pressed all the way to the knuckle. The fingers wiggled. They were against your cervix. God, he was so deep with just his digits. You groaned lowly in your throat, head tilting backwards again. Yet, a hand on your chin prevented you from soaking into the pleasure blindly. “I said keep your eyes on the worm.”

Through the haze of your mounting pleasure, you pinned your gaze on the stressed man. His gaze was directly on Khonshu’s hand. His face was twisted with anger. The former pleading and reason hadn’t worked before. The muscles in his neck bulged when he strained against his restraints once more. “Let me go, bird brain. You don’t even know how to treat them right. Fucking let me go!”

Only a chuckle echoed in the air. Khonshu pulled out his fingers until the pads rested on a place he knew so well. Then, they curled. You choked on a gasp, eyes snapping wide. He had immediately found your g-spot, heavily rubbing against it. His thumb settled on your puffy, throbbing clit and started to rub circles on it. You panted, eyes flickering down to his hand between your legs. No wonder Marc was watching you intently.

“But, you’re wrong, my avatar. I know every little thing about their body. Each quirk, each noise. I know everything. Even how to make them… squeal.” He emphasized his point by harshly pressing down on both your clit and g-spot. A cry left your lips, thigh muscles desperate to close on his hand. The pleasure skyrocketing into a territory that was too much for you to handle.

Yet, the god didn’t stop there. He started a fast, rough pace that left you reeling for ground to stand on. There was none. All you could do was sit there and endure the pleasurable pain that radiated inside of you.

“Khonshu! You’re being too rough,” Marc snapped, muscles bulging. It should be him pleasuring you like that, not him. Not that asshole of a god he was bond to. Though, it wasn’t unlike to be just as rough. But, he would rather be him controlling the situation than the Egyptian god.

If the god could, he would have a massive smirk plastered on his face. “No, I don’t think I am.” He made a point of thrusting his hand hard. The obscene noises between your legs only grew. “Don’t you agree, little one.” You clenched around his digits as answer, too focus on the impending orgasm. He groaned and curled his fingers every few thrusts.

The throbbing intensified. Your eyes left Marc as you gazed up at the god. “Khon, I-I’m going to-ah!” You tried to warn him but the words were hard to get out. He chuckled and tightened his hold around your torso.

“I know, little bug. Now, eyes back on the worm. He should get a front row seat to how you come on your god’s hand.” You obeyed his command, anything to get to the end.

Marc’s anger was still evident in his eyes while he looked at you. You knew if there was a chance, he would be directly between your legs, either fucking you into a oblivion or eating you out like a starved man. Khonshu kept his avatar firmly locked up; unable to touch not only himself but you as well.

“That’s it, love. Come. Come at the thought of me fucking you. Imagine it’s me inside of you,” Marc purred with a smirk gracing his features. “Imagine my cock making you feel this good. My cock feels better. I know it does.”

“Are you going to believe him, Stardust? You know how my cock feels inside of you, stretching you out, filling in places no mortal could ever even touch. You love the feeling of my cum dripping out of you, marking you from the inside out,” he spoke into your mind, voice rumbling.

Your brows pushed together, breath quickening. Your orgasm was right there, you were standing on the edge. “That’s it, come for your god.” Your entire body tensed up, shattering in his lap. White noise filled your ears, blocking out all the noises in the world. Fire pooled in the pit of your belly and spreading out to every corner of your frame.

As you came down, you squirmed and thrashed when he didn’t stop. The ropes bite into your wrists. “Such a beautiful sight.” One of them said it. You whined.

The fingers inside of you left. Your limp body was lifted up, unable to hold any limb, head lolling back against his shoulder. “You did so good, little bug. But you’ve got more.” You made another pathetic noise and looked at him through your dazed expression. He kept you lifted up for a few more moments. Then, you felt the familiar touch of a cock at your entrance. Your toes curled in preparation.

“Yeah, that’s what you want, isn’t it?” You could only nod your head and grind down on the tip. It barely through your labia before you were stopped. You whimpered and tried everything in the book to get him inside of you. He couldn’t just tease you like this and not allow you to sink down on him.

A hand grabbed the back of your knee and hoisted it up to your chest. The arm around your torso also included that leg. You were completely exposed to Marc as all he could do was watch the twitching cock prod your wet entrance. A whine built up in the back of your throat while Khonshu denied your wants and needs. Said god rocked his hips, dragging the head against your soaked labia.  

With a single push, the head broke past and entered inside of your warm, welcoming core. Your fingers clawed at the fabric of Khonshu’s stomach. No matter how many times the two of you fucked, he stretched you out each time. It’s like your body begged to be broken every time.

Khonshu sunk you down to the hilt and kept your body flush with his upper frame. You were a panting mewling mess just from him entering you. Your toes curled as you looked at Marc, jaw slackened.

The previous orgasm in your system aiding your ability to take him in one go. Your mind foggy, sluggish to think besides the lust simmering in your veins. You throbbed around his length. The god groaned in agreement, his hold tightening around you. “You love it when your god splits you open on his cock. In front of his avatar. Making the servant watch what I take as mine,” he purred into the depths of your mind.

“You took that so good, princess. Are you thinking about how it could be my cock?” Marc’s voice graced your ears. You hummed and slightly nodded. Truly, you were too dazed to understand what he had fully said. The cock inside of you taking away your ability to think properly. You didn’t care who’s it was. All you wanted was someone to be inside of you, fucking you mindlessly and turning you into a puppet for their enjoyment.

Khonshu scoffed. “No, they’re not. They have my cock deep inside of them, knowing it’s me who is ruining them for anyone else,” he snapped, his hold tightening on you. “You won’t get to feel what I get to feel. They’re so fucking tight. They were made for me. And me only. I am their god. They worship me.” Jealousy alit in his voice.

He decided to make a point by lifting you up until only the head was still buried in you before letting you drop. The sudden thrust of him filling you had you arching your back. It pushed more of him inside of your tight pussy, taking more than you every thought possible. The head far enough to bruise your cervix. You cried out, hands clawing at his stomach.

“I worship them. They’re so good. Such a good little bug, taking my cock,” he growled, thrusts quickening. Your brows furrowed together, jaw dropping again. You kept your eyes on Marc, trying to obey Khonshu like the good little human you are to him.

Clothed fingers touched at your exposed clit, throbbing with each deep, fast thrust into you. The size of him kept constant pressure against your g-spot, alighting your clit with need. His touch sent your head flying backwards, disobeying his direct order. But, the god was lost in burying his dick so far inside of you would forget about Marc, Jake, and Steven. You would only think about him. HisHe is your god.

Your legs were desperate to close, to fight off the sting of overstimulation crawling up your spine. The touch on your clit, g-spot, cervix was all too much for you to handle.

Yet, his thighs kept yours spread wide open, preventing you from hiding away from his avatar’s sight. The few times he would allow Marc to see you like this, so open and taking his cock. Khonshu growled. His arm tightening around your torso while his pace increased to a brutal speed.

Skin slapped against cloth so hard it caused your skin to tingle. The nerves alit blaze with each pound. You started to squirm. The pleasure growing to a point it hurt in such a good way. Your toes curled. A white ring forming around the base of Khonshu’s cock and only growing with each thrust. All you could do was take, take, take. There was no chance to wiggle free for a moment of rest.

“They can never play like this with you like this little bug. Am I right?” The god’s voice thundered in your mind, echoing inside. His nimble fingers pinched your clit. You keened, tears pooling on the edge of your lash line. “Answer me!”

You find your voice, barely audible. “Yes! Oh my god, yes!” That’s all you can scream out that could make sense. The pressure on your clit relaxed. He restarted his original speed on the nub again.

Everything ached down to the bone in the most sweetest of ways. You had been reduced to nothing more than a blubbering, drooling mess in his lap. Your head tipped back, unable to keep straight no matter how you hard.

The god tightened his hold on you, fingers digging into your thighs. Bruises left in their wake. “You’re mind. You understand? You’re mine to take. Mine to fill. Mine to hear your moans. Everything about you is mine,” he bit out. Your dazed mind wholeheartedly agreed. He fills your pussy in the best of ways, stretching you out and ruining you for any other person. You were his. Through and through.

“Fucking come, little bug. Come on my cock. Show the worms how much you love my dick.” Your body obeyed the god.

White flashed behind your eye lids and left you blinded. Drool dripped down from the corner of your mouth. You didn’t even know if you were screaming as a chaotic silence engulfed you. Your hands pulled, tugged at the ropes, desperate for something to ground you. You felt like you were floating in a sea of lust and desire. Nothing to anchor you. Each thrust pushing you further out into the ocean.

In the back of your mind, it started small. The poke of overstimulation. You weakly moaned your discomfort and squirmed in his lap, muscles going lax again. Khonshu snapped his hips harder against you. He was lost in his own pleasure, desperate to fill you. Mark you from on the inside out. Those worms will never get this deep in you, tainting you in the way he does.

His hips snapped once, twice, thrice before pressing firmly to yours. Your body twitch, feeling his cock throb inside of you. Ropes of cum filling you up, staining your insides. The god is groaning inside of your mind, muttering how much you are his. He refuses to let up his tight grip, not every last drop is poured deep.

Your thigh is slowly released to rest on top of his own. Large palm petted down your sides, calming down your panting. Fingers teasingly pinch at your hard nipples for a fleeting moment. “Such a good little star, taking it all. You better not let any of it drip out.” You shuttered and whined at him. “You’re going to keep it all inside of you, right? I want you to feel it dripping out of you all fucking day. Even if Marc has a turn with you, your only thoughts will be about how deep I was.”

Dazed, you nodded and turned your head to nuzzle against his chest. He softened, hands continuing to pet your sides and the tops of your thighs. “Yes, you’re mine, little one.”

Khonshu was gentle when grabbed your hips and dragged you off of his cock. The pull rubbed across your sensitive g-spot, causing you to twitch. He shushed your softly and laid you down on the bed. A towel under your hips for the moment.

“You’re an asshole, Khonshu,” Marc grounded out, sounding like he was on the verge of murder. The god chuckled and cupped your cheek. Your eyes flickered over to the wrecked man. A wet spot in his pants.

“I like to think myself as generous. I could’ve blindfolded you, so all you could hear was their moans and cries. But, I was nice enough to allow you see and hear everything.” The hairs that stuck to your forehead were carefully combed out of the way. “Now though? You’ve bothered me enough. Leave.” His thumb stroked your cheek. You weakly nuzzled against it.

“What?!” Marc sputtered, face morphing with shock. He fought harder to free himself but again, he can’t win against a god. Not when his little mortal was in his hold. “You can’t serious think I’m going to willingly leave. They need care, love, and affection. You don’t even know single thing about any of those!”

The bony tip of a beak pressed a mock kiss to your forehead, nuzzling for a moment. Then, the god turned a dangerous look towards his avatar. “This was meant to be a lesson, but it seems you’ve yet to learn from it. I shall make sure it sticks next time. My little star needs rest and you are bothering them. Out!”

All the ropes that held Marc to the chair dissipated. Before the man had a chance to step an inch close to the two of you, a gust of wind sent him flying through the bedroom door. It promptly shut and locked.

Your god returned his gaze back onto you, shoulders relaxing. “Now, with the worms gone, I can focus solely on you.” His voice is gentle in your mind like a soft caress. You hummed, eyes drifting shut. You could still feel his cum slowly dripping out of you, staining the towel underneath you. “You did so well for me, little bug.” The corners of your mouth curled up weakly.

There was no doubt in your mind that Khonshu would move the stars and moon for you if you asked for it. He was yours as much as you were his.

[mid-fight-lover]

My list of cookie run ships (updated):

Gingerbrave x Strawberry cookie

Gingerbright x Skater cookie

Zombie cookie x Fairy cookie

Wizard cookie x Cream puff cookie

Princess cookie x Knight cookie

Chilli pepper cookie x Muscle cookie

Gumball cookie x Cherry cookie

Ninja cookie x Skating queen cookie

Angel cookie x Devil cookie

Adventurer cookie x blackberry cookie

Pancake cookie x onion cookie

Custard cookie lll x Strawberry creepe cookie

Carrot cookie x Potato cookie

Lemon cookie x Orange cookie

Soda cookie x Lime cookie

Mango cookie x Grapefruit cookie

Whipped cream cookie x Birthday cake cookie

Cream unicorn cookie x Banana cookie

Sparkling cookie x Cheesecake cookie

Herb cookie x Cherry blossom cookie

Red peeper cookie x Yoga cookie

Wild berry cookie x Raspberry cookie

Crunchy chip cookie x Tiger Lily cookie

Dark choco cookie x Caramel arrow cookie

Clotted cream cookie x Financier cookie

Captain caviar cookie x Oyster cookie

Black pearl cookie x Abyss monarch cookie

Werewolf cookie x Kumiho cookie

Wind archer x Sea fairy cookie

Moonlight cookie x Fire spirit cookie

Tea knight cookie x Frost queen cookie

Churro cookie x hydrangea cookie

Croissant cookie x string gummy cookie

Millennial tree cookie x Lotus dragon cookie

Pitaya dragon cookie x Mala sauce cookie (divorced)

Pitaya dragon cookie x Rambutan cookie

Ananas dragon cookie x Golden cheese cookie

Longan dragon cookie x Mystic flour cookie

Lychee dragon cookie x Shadow milk cookie

Affogato cookie x Snake fruit cookie

Madeline cookie x Mont Blanc cookie

Pastel meringue cookie x Chocolate bonbon cookie

Rockstar cookie x Currant cream cookie

Kiwi cookie x Street Urchin cookie

Dino sour cookie x Cotton candy cookie

Espresso cookie x Latte cookie

Eclair cookie x Blueberry pie cookie

Yogurt cream cookie x Centipede cookie (divorced)

Lilac cookie x Scorpion cookie

Amber sugar cookie x Sugar glass cookie

Licorice cookie x Pomegranate cookie

Astronaut cookie x Stardust cookie

Chestnut cookie x Pudding cookie

Sorbet shark cookie x Squid ink cookie

Peppermint cookie x Piñata cookie

Milk cookie x Parfait cookie

Prune juice cookie x Crowberry cookie

Capsaicin cookie x Kouing amann cookie

Snow sugar cookie x Pumpkin pie cookie

Purple yam cookie x Twizly gummy cookie

Red velvet cookie x Pastry cookie

Clover cookie x Bellflower cookie

Popping candy cookie x Shinning glitter cookie

Macaron cookie x Fig cookie

Marshmallow cookie x Host cookie

.........And the list would keep going...... Sorry for not including all of them, I mean, there are way too much ships and I could just not include them all,so here's all the ships I remember, and you can suggest me ships for my next generation of course! So well, that's all

[trainchomp]

Nothing With You

Remus x Sirius

Summary: Remus is getting better :)

Rating: G

Tags: References to Depression, Alcohol, Depressed!Remus, Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40328016

Most days, Sirius comes home to a quiet, dark house. Those days he flicks the light switches mindlessly, breathing life back into the house he’s shared with Remus since the war. Those days he clicks on the radio in the kitchen, tunes it until he finds a station playing Queen, or Bowie, or the Beatles, and sets off slamming cabinets in search of food to cook and good spices to chase away the gloom. 

Eventually, after enough slamming and humming along to Ziggy Stardust and wafting smells of caramelising onions towards Remus’ room, Remus himself will emerge, usually bleary-eyed, wearing something cosy, and clutching a bottle of some drink or another. Some days, he’s actively crying. 

On those days Sirius removes whatever he has cooking from the heat, grabs Remus’ wrists, and together they sit down on the couch, while Remus talks, or sometimes listens, or sometimes just cries. And Sirius understands, and sometimes he cries too. 

But some days, Remus is in the kitchen when Sirius gets home. Usually standing helplessly over something hopelessly burnt or pulling his hair out over a recipe, but he always looks up when Sirius enters and he always smiles (even if it’s a rueful one). And dessert has usually turned out okay, and Sirius can thank Remus for dinner (even on the days it didn’t work out), and they can pull something together from leftovers in the fridge, and eat strawberries and scones and whipped cream on the couch together. 

Sirius has been counting, and those days have happened more and more recently, and even though Remus’ cooking hasn’t gotten better, Sirius knows that Remus has. 

[chocosvt]

⚬ pairing: minghao x fem!reader | celestial!au. ⚬ word count: 5.7K. ⚬ warnings: reader intoxication. ⚬ genre: fluff, angst, romance, spice.

— ✧✎ synopsis: minghao is a celestial guardian birthed from the stars. he’s sent to earth to protect you, though he is forbidden from certain aspects. he cannot fall in love nor act on his desires, which becomes increasingly difficult when he meets you.

— ✧✎ a/n: i just;;,,, luv this concept for him;;,,, enjoy!!

Minghao came into existence as one single star scattered amongst billions took its last, feeble breath, invisible plumes of hydrogen and swirling red soot finally caving in on itself, producing a  supernova that momentarily bathed the black universe with light. His limbs fabricated from clouds of stardust, hair twined with distinct, golden-brown strands that gleamed beneath the sun, and his eyes possessing their own galaxy that shifted between dark violets and misted ivory. For a few years Minghao remained in the black gap of a neuron star, allowing his body to fully form before he’d be sent to the blue planet below him.

Planet Earth.

While Minghao came to be in a very aweing and surreal manner, you entered the world bawling and fussy, set on a soft blanket whilst doctors examined you behind surgical masks hiding half their face. Well, obviously you couldn’t remember that, it was what you’d heard from your parents.

But what you could remember was a certain tale relayed to you before bedtime, a sheet pulled up to your chin and a soothing voice lapping at your ears until the palette surrounding you sponged into darkness. You remembered falling asleep to the fable of a celestial guardian, an angel pieced together by flurries of space dust and ice shards belonging to beautiful comets. The birth of a human signified the birth of a celestial guardian, specifically created to protect that human and act as the unseen force guiding them back to morality. You were told you had a celestial guardian. As a child you believed it, yet as you grew those hopes started to dwindle.

It seemed completely absurd that someone could emerge into existence through outer space, through a dying star, and remain in its black cavity before being called to Earth. The absurdity steadfastly remained in your mind. The celestial tales were all made with the intent to appease a child’s mind.

But that was before you met Minghao.

The first time you ever laid eyes on the boy was during the springtime, a little while after you moved and switched junior highs. It was a decision you harboured great disdain for, forced to leave all your childhood friends and abandon the memories captured in your glossy photographs. Every few nights or so you would stay awake with nothing but your desk lamp on and sift through the photos beneath hazy light, tucked between your duvets. The gentle warmth they imbued in your chest made it easier to sleep. However, on that one spring morning you were not feeling particularly warm at all.

It was lightly spitting as you walked to school, the baby pink sky hidden by a thick covering of clouds that rolled on for miles, like a succession of tiny foothills. Tree leaves rustled together quietly, a mild breeze carrying nectary scents through the air, fresh blossoms and honeysuckle. In the beginning you thought it was a plausible assumption you’d make it to school in your sweater, though the universe had a knack for proving you wrong. In seconds the pale grey clouds began rumbling and spluttering, fat drops of rain splashing the earth and wetting your forehead in cold thumps.

So you started to run, darting as fast as you could go down the sidewalk, hearing your sneakers snap against the cement, feeling the vibrations course up your legs. The rain only hardened until soaked clumps of hair stuck to your face, the once peaceful rustling that emanated from the trees then replaced by an incessant gushing sound. A crosswalk was nearing, but you didn’t see it, not even the yellow lights piercing through the bullet rain, signaling a car speeding directly toward the street you were about to run across. You didn’t stop, you determinedly pressed onward; failing to take note of the approaching vehicle until it was too late.

Or so you thought.

You crashed into something, though it was not the hard, smoothed metal of a sedan, it felt softer, more sinewy, and it squirmed as your hands darted to clutch anywhere to stable yourself. The car didn’t bother halting. It whipped around the corner, tires churning up a wave of grey rainwater. It took you a few minutes to calm down and steady you heart that bounced against your ribcage, like a basketball to a gym floor, lungs feeling stitched from tissue paper and on the brink of collapsing. It wasn’t until a hand brushed your damp, cold cheek that you faced what had caught you.

“It’s okay, I’ve got ya.”

Once you’d matched the voice to the name, you were left to stutter nothing but incoherent fragments into the cooling air, knuckles jamming upward from the thin skin that covered them as you clutched into his rain jacket. His touch caressed your cheek for another blissful second before it fell away, hands coming to gently grasp your elbows and unstick your tight hold from his clothing. He didn’t look real. His complexion was willowy, completely unmarred and silken. He had flushed, garnet red lips tilted in a tender smile, with rounded eyes that seemingly glistened in burnt honey and crystal.

You were still shivering, hardly paying attention to the rain that started to calm. Before you could even get a greeting out the boy was shifting off his plastic raincoat.

“You’re freezing,” he told you, like you were numb to the bitter splotches seeping through your clothes, “I don’t mind getting wet, take this, dear.”

Swallowing the thick lump in your throat, you simply held his jacket, looking clueless.

“I- I don’t need this, I’m fine,” You responded meekly. The boy made a tsking sound and shook his head.  

“And that’s why you’re shivering right? C’mon, just wear it. I haven’t noticed you around here before. Are you new?”

Deciding you were too shaken from nearly getting flattened into a pancake, you nodded and slipped the jacket around your body, feeling the tiniest surge of heat ignite in your limbs.

“I’m new,” You concluded, “Who are you?”

“Minghao.” He announced his name with an underlying pride to which you silently agreed on, it was a very pretty sounding name, delicate, like the porcelain boy himself.

“Well, Minghao, I’m [Y/N]. Thank you for saving me from becoming a pancake,” You murmured half-heartedly, staring off down the road where the car had come roaring out of. Coy laughter bubbled over the gentle patter of rain, the boy brushing his brown fronds back whilst smiling at the wet cement.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with that guy. He clearly doesn’t understand what a stop sign means.”

You gave a happy scoff, “I tried to outrun the rain, but I’m soaked anyways.”

“It’s okay,” Minghao said, setting out his hand, “I’m sure theschool will have dry clothes for you.”

Gingerly you set your hand in his, face succumbing to a molten heat, but heart glowing with immense gratitude that he was being so kind and welcoming. For the first time that morning your voice was laced with actual contentedness, pondering the possibility this beautiful boy could have been attending your school all this time, right under your nose.

“You go here?”

Your chest deflated when Minghao shook his head.

“I’m homeschooled,” Minghao said, but immediately darted to comfort you when he noticed your face indent with hollowness, “I like to hang around though, you can find me pretty much anywhere.”

“Will you still be here when I walk home then?” You teased, the skin near your eyes crinkling finely in laughter. Though it was very transient, akin to a shooting star flaring white across a cobalt sky, you caught Minghao staring at your interlaced fingers. You looked too, wanting to gasp at the slight, cream-like shimmer reflecting on his skin as the clouds began wisping apart, leaving sunshine to percolate through in goldish webs. However, you contained the gasp and instead glanced at him fondly whist he spoke.

“I’ll gladly walk you home every day if you want me too, [Y/N].”

There were a few rules that came with being a celestial guardian. It was nothing fancy or difficult to remember, and there was no ancient rule book with a thousand pages made from space dust. In lieu of those complications, the rules were rather simple, and every celestial being had to memorize them before accompanying their dear human on Earth. Minghao learned his rules quite quickly, wanting to leave his neuron post in the vastness of the galaxy in order to see you, hear you, touch you. Just as there were repercussions to a human breaking a set rule, there were also repercussions to celestial beings who strayed from righteousness.

Rule one: Do not expose your celestial abilities or position. Rule two: Do not rebel on Earth. Rule three: If you fall in love on Earth, do not act upon it.

Minghao never fretted over breaking any rules. They seemed easy to comprehend, follow, concretely withhold. When his body was busy fabricating high up in the cosmos his starlight brothers and sisters would capture his attention with tales of those who’d broken the rules and experienced the harsh reality of being ripped from planet Earth, returned to residence at your neuron star, left to idly watch your companions who zoomed throughout the galaxy in fulgurate flashes. Earth became permanently banned from contact.

When Minghao was released from his post he was confident he’d never break a single rule or test them in any way. However, as the celestial boy commenced his face-to-face relationship with you, a very icy fear began curling up from the depths of the stardust in his stomach, a fear he might be close to breaking the third rule. He wasn’t one-hundred percent sure if it was love, but what else could it be? Minghao figured he should be safe as long as he didn’t act upon the feelings of ardour glinting timorously in his chest, though each time the boy met with you, that scheme seemed harder to maintain.

You’d grown together, maturing from the moment you nearly rammed into that silver car speeding down the street, spraying clouds of cold rain in its wake. It scared you sometimes, just thinking that if Minghao hadn’t blocked you your body could be sealed mere feet below the earth in some lacquered coffin.

“How does this look?”

The boy heaved himself onto his elbows as he lay sprawled on his back across your bedspread. Immediately he felt his heartbeat lurch into his throat, the raucous echoing that pumped against his adam’s apple only worsening. He found it difficult to breathe, difficult for his amber eyes to concentrate on just one part of your body as you slid from the bathroom wearing a dress, a very rare feat he hadn’t seen since prom (a night both you and Minghao both attempted to forget as your date ended up cutting ties an hour before the after party. He remembered having you sniffle into his chest for hours, until he induced slumber through sweetly humming and rubbing his thumb against your temple).

As much as Minghao yearned to supress the cranberry burn flooding his cheeks, he was unable to, the boy instead sitting up properly and admiring the adorning garment. It was a mute shade of white with lace imprints and rather sheer long sleeves, remaining snug against your upper body until it reached just above your hips, the fabric then becoming a bit looser and floating gracefully at your thighs. There was a slight embarrassed sheen brushed across your face, and Minghao didn’t hesitate to increase your flustered posture.

“It looks beautiful,” Minghao said, titling his head to the side and beaming at you with his thoughtfully quirked lips, “You’re beautiful, [Y/N].”

You nearly choked on your own laughter, “Thank you, Minghao. Even though we both know as a friend you have to say that.”

Minghao rolled his eyes, feeling his arms stretch back behind him over the cool linens, “Even if I have to say it at least I mean it,” He cooed in a droll. You dismissed his response by insinuating an eye roll to copy his own, sparing a glance at your full-length body mirror from your peripherals. Meticulously you examined your figure, smoothing hands along the stomach of the dress and pulling at the floating hem. It had been awhile since you’d worn a dress, yet it was something you’d wanted to wear since seeing the item through a window in the mall. At last there was a proper occasion for to wear it to, a friend’s formal party to celebrate her birthday.

“I’m not sure about the sleeves,” You said, pulling at the sheer, lacy material before eyeing the same patch that decorated the chest, “Maybe I should put my jacket over it.”

“Do whatever you want,” Minghao called, “I think the blue jean one would look nice.”

You opened your closet and began picking through the hangers, a smile jumping upon your lips once you spotted the jacket Minghao was referring to. Carefully you took it down from the hanger and threw it over your body, taking a few seconds to adjust the sleeves and straighten out the few crinkles. You appeared more confident whilst gazing into the mirror, giving a tiny pose that engendered Minghao to scratch his collarbone, the air feeling stuffier and heavier, sharp enamel piercing delicately into his lower lip as his eyes couldn’t repress from staring.

“How’s it look now?” You questioned. Minghao rose from your bed and made his way toward your dresser, looking for the car keys to drive you over to the birthday event. However, just before he waltzed right between you and the mirror, the boy made sure to swiftly glide his hand down your waist, squeezing your hip lightly before a smirk trudged across his mouth.

“Beautiful,” Minghao said, sharing a fleeting moment to glance deep within your eyes and examine how the pupils dilated with black ink. Within those few seconds you returned the opportunity, searching his rich irises for their signature threads of silver and gold. It always marvelled you how his eyes could be so enrapturing, as though tiny pieces of the Milky Way were cut from the sky and set to dry like paper-mâché in his eyes. Those seconds were quickly stolen away, Minghao grabbing the keys off your dresser and jingling them hurriedly.

“Ready to go?”

“I am now,” You announced, toeing on some flats and flicking off the bedroom light, all whilst feeling your heart slam into your ribcage.

Minghao didn’t have a home on Earth. He didn’t return to an apartment, a motel, or any kind of residence that kept him sealed inside, away from the sky. If anything the sky was his home. He found comfort in climbing the grassy hilltops at night, stretching his body across the tall glades that rippled in navy blue beneath the darkness. The grass tickled lightly at his skin, the individual strands even whispering amongst each other as the breeze made them rustle together. The best nights, his favourite, happened when there wasn’t even a single cloud in the sky, allowing him to clearly examine all of space’s jewels as though he were a gemologist.

There was always a pang of homesickness buried deep within him. Minghao cradled a covert forlorn toward his starlight siblings that glistered so luminously in the surrounding black tides. He missed his liberty in space, being able to zoom from crater to crater that indented the moon’s cinder-like surface. He missed staring down upon the beautiful planets, gazing into their different surfaces, some cold, misty, containing ice crystals that floated around his head akin to frozen rain droplets, others possessing arms of scarlet fire that twirled and violently curled before the heat fell back down to the planet’s rocky surface.

He missed having a celestial body, getting to exist as a shimmering little orb. His human body was fine too, but it prohibited him from doing the many things he could do as a celestial.

It was another night for Minghao. He was sprawled across the soft ferns that pushed up from the earth, arms wrapped behind his head whilst he blinked in ponderation toward the night sky. For a moment he let his head fall to the side. Minghao stared at the moon-bathed ferns fluttering beside him, thinking about large area of space around his figure as he lay upon the hill. A blue feeling echoed in his chest. He came to recognize the feeling as loneliness. Minghao missed you every moment he wasn’t with you. Just as he missed his place in the sky, he missed your presence.

You didn’t require protection constantly. It was important you experience some instances of heartbreak, instances of panic, for it taught you valuable lessons that words or pictures never could. Aside from that, Minghao was frightened to spend such quantities of time with you. He felt his heart grow fonder, softer. He feared the day he couldn’t hold back, your laughter too much of a melodic intoxication, your concentration too beautiful, the manner in which your lips gently shaped as you spoke too alluring. He groaned in frustration, turning over in the grass so that his cheek pressed to the cool earth, his heart of stardust existing merely as powder as it pumped in his chest.

The rules he once claimed utter confidence over now tackled his control. What was so awful about acting on his love? Why couldn’t he be with you the way he wanted?

Minghao rolled over onto his back, arms and legs spread out like a starfish. He heaved a deep sigh and began searching the satin black sheet above for the moon. For a few seconds he struggled to find it, brows slumped into a furrow until a dusty glow appeared in the top corner of his vision. Clouds were drifting in front of the moon, long, wispy tails of them that feathered out over lone stars and constellations. Minghao frowned. He didn’t like how tattered the clouds were, how they increasingly shrouded across the sky until the moon-bathed grass slowly lost its hue to blackness. Minghao felt uneasy. He got up from the grass and wandered the hills toward the side of the road. He’d walk back into town.

When the familiar street shops surrounded Minghao on either side the apprehension in his gut started boiling down, though he could not evade another glance toward the sky to see how the moon still remained blanketed in scraggly clouds. As desperately as Minghao willed for his stomach to stop churning altogether, he was slowly but surely sensing that it came with an underlying prelude. He breathed a bit stiltedly and shoved his hands in the pockets on his jacket, continuing down the street whilst thinking that this nagging feeling could have something to do with you, despite him not knowing your whereabouts tonight.

Though Minghao came to realize as a celestial guardian, there was no blatant signal that alerted him his human was in danger, it was more of a draw, a raucous sense that never quieted. It was how he saved you from getting flattened that spring morning. Minghao’s musing was soon interrupted by a booming voice that reverberated down the street, engendering his eyes to stop tracing the cement at his feet.

“Are you coming?”

“Y-Yes, I just need a second.”

Minghao squinted at the two figures stepping outside from the bar. His heart dropped to the soles of his feet as he recognized you to be one of them. Still dressed in your work attire, you looked slightly wobbly whilst clutching onto the other figure’s arm, trusting him to guide you down the street not exactly rife with many people. Clearly you’d had a drink or two, and just by hearing the tender yet strained cadence of your voice Minghao could tell that you’d been crying. He’d comforted you enough times to know.

“You live on the concession, right? The man asked, sounding completely sober.

“Yeah, I do… But, I don’t know, maybe I should wait,” You replied rather slowly, sluggishly, blinking at him with milky eyes and a confused aura. The man tugged at your wrist, slightly jerking you down the street.

“Wait for what? C’mon, [Y/N], you already agreed to let me take you home,” He urged with impatience.

“I can’t really remember, I think the concession is that way though..? I just can’t remember… I think I should sit— “

“This way is shorter,” He nearly spat, clearly begrudged by your hesitance and that while the alcohol also fogged your reason, it fogged your decision-making too. His intentions were obvious. Minghao stalked hastily down the street, a shout kept ready like a bullet on his tongue.

“I need to call someone… Where’s my phone…”

“You’ll be home soon, let’s just go alri— ,”

“[Y/N]!”

Minghao called, his slight breathlessness greeted by your disarrayed, wide-eyed expression and the emboldened tension chalked onto the man who harshly gripped your wrist. It took a few seconds for your coalescing vision to become sorted, the world around you no longer splotched together in messy swabs of paint. Minghao smiled with all his teeth when your face filled with light, nearly tripping over your own feet to wobble into his arms. The man was still holding your wrist, creating an awkward air as he refused to release his ironclad suction to your skin. Minghao felt your face nuzzled in his neck, his refreshing aroma of light citrus and cotton very soothing for you to inhale in lieu of the man’s musk.

“I was walking her home,” He quickly spieled, more concerned with assuring his intentions rather than being inquisitive on Minghao’s appearance. However, Minghao saw straight through the man as though he were transparent.

“You can let go of her now,” The celestial boy said lowly, “I know where she lives and it’s definitely not that way.”

The man released his hold on your wrist. The second your arm dropped you were wrapping both limbs around his neck, holding onto Minghao’s tangibility and feeling his warm skin against your cheek. Getting shouted at by your boss the entire day didn’t exactly fill you with joy and giddiness, though the sight of Minghao, whether you were intoxicated or not, always managed to imbue pure comfort throughout your body, allowing your muscles to relax when they were unconsciously tensed. You were afraid to let go of his neck in case your legs gave out. However, Minghao had his arm around your waist, making you feel protected for the first time that night.

“It’s just a shortcut,” The man stuck to his initial lie, “Bye, anyways.”

“Wait,” Minghao said sharply.

“What?” The man squawked, and it was evident in his face he just wanted to escape.

“Give her phone back.”

Minghao watched with disgust reflecting potent in his irises as the man rifled through his pocket and forked out your phone, all whilst holding that irritating snarl on his lips that Minghao would just love to have meet with his fist. But he calmly inhaled, realizing it was his duty to protect you, not get another man’s blood on his knuckles.

“Forgot she gave it to me,” He grunted.

“I bet she forgot you took it off her too,” Minghao rebutted, not taking his piercing gaze off the man until he disappeared around the corner at the end of the street. Once his figure blipped from view Minghao released a pent up sigh and tilted his head back, staring at the black sky, the silver moon that gleamed in observation without a single cloud to blotch its rays. He felt your ginger breath against his neck and Minghao smiled as your sleepy faced lifted from his shoulder, your lashes feathering drowsily and words still pouring out rather slurred.

“Are we going home now?”

Minghao nodded, “Yeah. Well, I’m going to take you to your home.”

Immediately a frown tugged at your mouth, your arms tightening around Minghao’s neck.

“No,” You whined in protest, “Stay with me tonight, please, Minghao.”

The boy’s porcelain cheeks started glowing. He supposed he would have to stay in order to help nurture your possible headache tomorrow morning. You took Minghao’s silence as his refusal, leaving the celestial boy’s whole universe to be spun upside down when you shakily grabbed fistfuls of his jacket, pulling him down slightly to kiss his jaw.

“Please,” You begged once more, stumbling so that Minghao had to loop his arms around your waist to stabilize you.

“Alright. I’m going to stay, okay?” He said, giggling with remnants of ardour beneath his irises.

You smiled triumphantly, “So now you can walk me home like in my high school days. It’s like nothing has changed!”

Yeah, Minghao thought, nothing has really changed, minus the fact that I’m quite possibly in love with you.

Do. Not. Break. The. Third. Rule.

Well, it was a little too late for that. In fact, it was far too late for any glimmer of hope to suffice, that Minghao hadn’t gone against the simple rules set by his celestial ancestors, that he hadn’t gave in to the intoxicating binds set by romance, love; the intense and domineering emotion reeling in his chest far too puissant for him to ignore. It was impossible for him to interrupt the euphoria that skimmed akin to electricity through his veins, Minghao completely lost in each sensation and pressurized touch against his ivory skin. He just knew that in lieu of despising it, he craved it, desperately canted for more.

His head pushed back against the pillow sitting rumpled on your bed, granting you a shimmering plane to trace your lips across, collecting his natural taste on your tongue. Minghao’s fingers pinched tighter into your hips; hard enough to leave bruised indentations as your teeth just grazed his ear before soft, open-mouthed kisses were leaving splotches of faded pink down his neck. Any reason or rational thinking flew out his head when you began suckling at his collarbone, a whole sea of stars eclipsing before the boy’s closed eyelids, rippling against a black canvas. Minghao decided he needed to retaliate, a squeak elicited from your throat as the boy flipped you over, now holding you down at the lap.

His hands quickly searched the bedsheets until they found your own, fingers interlocking and brought to rest above your head. Your lips eagerly parted to welcome his kiss, Minghao continuously pecking at your mouth until you couldn’t bar back your soft giggle and allowed him to make a slow descent down your neck, feeling a pleasurable wetness swirl at a sensitive region. He disconnected one of his hands that cocooned with yours, using it to push down the shoulder of your dress and expose more skin for the outside moonlight to twinkle upon as it rained through the windowpane.

Yes, it was another occasion where you’d been wearing a dress, with a similar lace pattern and floating hem, except the colour was black, holding the utmost elegance and drawing Minghao into your beauty like a moth to a flame. The circumstances on the other hand were much different. It was not to attend a birthday dinner, or a prom party, you’d chosen the dress for a date, the initial plan to greet the sweetheart boy at the restaurant, though he’d shown up to your house unannounced, early, to pick you up.

It didn’t truly hit you until Minghao had yet again reassured you of your beautiful looks that night, something nuzzled deep inside your heart snapping, realization flowing throughout your veins and preluding the first clash of your lips as you both cleared the room to make the connection. The taste on his tongue was so light, refreshing, like a gust of peppermint that gave rise to the infinitesimal hills prickling along your skin. A part of you knew it was horribly wrong to be kissing this boy, extracting hedonism from the manner in which his fingers pushed up your bare thighs, leaving invisible smears of coal in his path.

Yet you couldn’t stop, you were coalescing into a euphoric world where it was just you and the sensation of Minghao’s lips suckling along your skin, creating a map of each place where he’d burned you with his starry touch. Before the situation could further transpire, you shared a breathless moment, his forehead resting against your own with a hand drifting up your thigh, soon seeking tender placement on your cheek.

“I’m in love with you,” Minghao said seriously, through the caving movement of his lungs. The rules were humming distantly in his mind, but primarily shadowed by the glisten in your eyes and how you blinked up at him as though he were your entire universe. However, Minghao couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you to know his feelings. Without thought your hands cupped the boy’s rosy cheeks, bringing him down onto your lips for a more roughened kiss. There was a thin film of saliva Minghao had to wipe away from your swollen bottom lip when the contact broke, his honeyed eyes glassy and in awe of your breathless state.

“I love you too,” You confessed, “So much,” except you weren’t suffering from any embarrassment or bashful qualities; you knew it was the truth. Minghao smiled and sat back on your waist, admiring how the spools of moonlight cascading through the window bathed you in a silver gleam, engendering him to ponder your beauty as a celestial being, kept in his arms among the stars above. You admired him too. His ivory skin aglow, the golden-brown fibres in his hair beaming softly, as though they were powdered with sparkling particles from the sun. The longer you stared, the more you thought he embodied all the qualities of the cosmos.

“I’m sorry for interrupting our date,” Minghao apologized sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. You half sighed, half chuckled.

“I think this is far better than waiting an hour for mediocre food at a downtown restaurant,” You replied. Minghao stiffened when he saw your frown.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” You began, fingers ghosting over a wet patch on your neck, “I’m going to see my parents tomorrow and I don’t know how they’d feel about all these marks.”

Minghao heaved a sigh of relief, his blood that ran with the breath of a supernova calming as it surged beneath his flesh, “But they look so pretty on you,” He cooed, using his fingertip to turn your head from side to side, examining his pristine work.

You giggled, “Yes, I know. Yours look pretty too. I’ll just use some concealer work to cover them for the time being.”

Minghao grinned lopsidedly in response, his hands sitting on your ribs and lightly squeezing to remind himself that you truly existed, that you weren’t fabricated from the death of a star as it spluttered on its last wisps of hydrogen and helium. He realized a human’s flesh felt different from a celestial’s flesh, it wasn’t as smooth and pearly; it was more textured, warm, leaving Minghao to muse over his luck of getting to protect you. Protect. At that moment Minghao’s love-laced grin fell flat from his face, his head twisting to stare out the window and inspect the rounded moon.

Your brows pinched together, gently heaving yourself upward to stroke a hand down his arm.

“What’re you looking at?” You questioned, following his gaze to the luminous night sky.

“I broke a rule,” Minghao responded, sounding vacant, eyes lined with an increasing fear that glinted unevenly. He repeated the phrase more sternly, panic building in his throat until you cupped his cheek and urged him to calm down with gentle strokes to his under-eye.

“I broke a rule.”

“What does that mean? What rule, Minghao?” When you took your hand from his cheek, you swallowed a surprised grunt at the silvery residue sticking to your fingertips, how it felt like a smooth, glistening powder when you rubbed your index finger and thumb together. Your face darted up to the boy on your lap; how he stared at the silver painting your hand with such potent horror you felt your stomach curdle inward. Your mouth opened but then immediately closed as no words came to formulate on your tongue. Minghao took his hand and ran it through his hair, a heavy gasp torn from your chest as a similar golden tint littered his skin.

“W-What’s going on?” You stuttered, feeling your heart pump in stilted modicums, a clammy film veil your hands. “Minghao, what is that?”

He didn’t respond, he just stared at you intently, in complete focus, as though he were attempting to analyze each and every one of your features for future recollection. Confusion and dread were swirling in your stomach like a hurricane, head beginning to blip with feelings of dizziness, as though you’d just stepped off a whirring ride at the carnival.

“Minghao.” You repeated, attempting to shimmy out from underneath him, however, the boy suddenly grasped your face in his delicate hands, forehead bumping against your own with his lips so plump and beautifully dappled in shades of rose. He kissed you until your lashes fluttered shut, until the breath swimming in your lungs had been completely dried up; until the addicting pressure against your mouth had you raising a hand to tangle in his chestnut locks. There was a delayed moment where the boy broke the kiss, though he mumbled something breathily against your cheek, a cold shiver wracking down your spine like the slip of an ice cube.

“Just know that I’ll always be in love with you, [Y/N], always.”

And as your hand resumed reaching for his silken tresses, it did nothing but slip through empty air, the weight in your lap vanished, the soft warmth against your cheek evaporated, and your dark bedroom stark of a single presence save for yourself. You sat without words, in utter perplexity, shakily turning your head to stare out the window as the sheer, alabaster dust floated through the moonlight. High above in the sky lay a new star, blinking from its post, almost as if it were attempting to converse with you through morse code. In that moment your childhood fables became true.

But so did the realization that your first love had been taken away from you, that your first love was a boy who came from the stars.

✎ a/n:  im so sorry the only thing i can do is create angsty endings these days BUT I SWEAR FLUFF IS SOON TO GRACE THIS BLOG. also this is the second time ive written minghao as giving neck kisses like.. hm. tht is a whole other discussion!!

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Stardust decides to introduce Whipped Cream to his buddy Space Doughnut who takes a liking to Whipped Cream almost immediately.

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Hello all!

It’s been a long while since I’ve written up a proper blog post on here. I’m most active on my instagram these days, but I’m going to make an effort to post more regularly on my actual page as sometimes I find I cut recipes short to fit them all into the Instagram/Facebook format etc.

I was recently in New York and pretty much centered the entire trip around finding all the good foodie spots, so I figured it deserved a lengthy post! We tended to eat a late brunch and dinner most days, skipping lunch as our hotel had a free snack bar which was very handy. They had fresh fruit, lovely coffee & granola bars in the morning which were great to grab n’go. The options changed from lunch time and included savoury snacks and sweet treats with limitless soft drinks, fizzy water etc. We stayed in the Club Quarter Hotel Midtown near Times Square. It was a brilliant location, lovely room, great value, nice staff and the unlimited snack bar with filtered water on tap was such a bonus. They even gave little bottles to take your water with you! Hotel website linked here.

So, without further ado, here are all of the foodie places in New York during my trip. Hope anyone travelling to NY finds it useful! Thanks to everyone who recommended food spots to me before I went – you all helped to make my trip deliciously good and my foodie self is eternally grateful!

BRUNCH 

Bubbys – Easily the single best brunch I have ever had and was the food highlight of the trip for me. We went to the one in Tribeca but they have a few locations. We got the Eggs Benedict and ‘Pancake Flight’. The Eggs benny was to die for, we opted for the version with bacon and added some avocado to it. The pancakes were also EPIC. Super fluffy & thick, they came with berries, nutella, blueberry compote, whipped cream, caramelised banana and toasted walnuts. They also came with maple syrup and butter on the side without even asking – it was a lovely touch. The total bill came to about $60 including a tip and we didn’t get coffees/drinks, only tap water. I honestly can’t wait to go back to NY to have Bubbys again, it was just that good. Bubbys is a definite must! Website here. 

@bubbys

Sarabeths – This is super near to Central Park. We had seen on their instagram that they are famous for their french toast so that’s what we went with. For $50 we also got a caraffe of Bellini’s – it’s about 5-6 glasses which were $15 each so it’s good value really ;). I ordered the Almond crusted French toast and my friend went for the ‘Fluffy Fat’ french toast. We also ordered a side of bacon (additional $12). I will say I was quite disappointed with my almond version as when I cut into it, it was actually bone dry in the middle. The whole point of French toast is that it should be eggy/custardy having been soaked in an egg mixture but this was essentially dry almond toast. They were very good and immediately replaced it with the plain version that my friend had ordered. This was absolutely delicious and came with a side of butter and maple syrup. The service was great here and I would definitely recommend the Fluffy Fat french toast and skip the almond version! All in all the bill came to about $115 excl tip. Pricey but it is in a great location and overall the food and drink was lovely. Website here. 

  @sarabethsnyc

Fresh & Co – We definitely couldn’t leave New York without trying a cream cheese bagel! I had lots of places recommended to me, but we happened to be passing by here and were stuck for time so we just popped in. It wasn’t on the menu and breakfast had just finished, but they made these specially up for us which was really nice. We asked for 2 wholemeal bagels, filled with cream cheese, avocado, crispy bacon and a runny fried egg. We got freshly squeezed orange juice to go with. It was honestly *so* good and hit the spot. Great place to call into if you just want something quick to eat & go. I think it was roughly $12 for the two bagels, with orange juice about $5 extra incl taxes. They have quite a few locations. Website here.

@freshandconyc

DINNER 

Ellens Stardust Diner – This place is pretty much as American as it gets. It’s a diner set in the heart of Times Square, waited by Broadway hopefuls who sing and perform throughout the entire meal. They are also famous for their brunch. We headed here our first night and ate dinner here. We went for the Mac n Cheese burger, served with waffle fries. We then shared a Brownie ‘Mudslide’ Sundae for dessert. It was typical American diner food, it was decent and hit the spot but you definitely more so go there for the surroundings than the food. Total bill was about $60 excl tips but be mindful, they send around a separate bucket for the tips for the singers too. Website here.

@ellensstardust

Ottos Tacos – We got these the night we went to Woodbury Common Shopping outlet. It was such a long day and we were absolutely shattered when we got back to our hotel, so we ordered Uber Eats. We opted for a ‘Beyond’ Vegan chorizo taco, chicken taco, chips & guac and rice and beans. The chorizo taco wasn’t great but all in all was a tasty meal and perfect for a late night nibble. Uber eats is super handy if you’re stuck on time/tired and they have no problem delivering to hotels, they had a huuuuge selection of foods available. Website here.

@ottostacos

Otto Pizzeria – We had a lovely dinner at otto pizzeria. We originally wanted to get to Joes pizza which I’d had lots of recommendations for or Scarrs… however otto was closer by and Joes had queues out the door! I opted for a delicious egg pizza washed down by blood orange cocktails. We actually arrived half an hour earlier than our booking and they were lovely about it and immediately seated us. We also got complimentary focaccia & olive oil to start! It did the trick but definitely still have Joes & Scarrs on the pizza list! Website here.

@ottopizzeria

BAKERIES 

Levain Bakery – I went to the one just off central park. I had heard a lot of hype about this place. They are famous for their super thick gooey cookies and sweet jesus, they did not disappoint. Some of the best cookies I’ve ever had. All made better by eating them while strolling on lovely sunny day in central park. You wouldn’t even know the bakery is there – it is tiny and down these little steps, I had to ask a local where it was as I couldn’t find it! There was no queue when I was there thankfully, but be mindful of this as apparently there is usually a big wait. The cookies were $4 each and worth every bit and more! Their hot chocolate looked epic too so will definitely be paying here a visit the next time I’m in New york to get it! Definitely put this place on your list. Website here. 

@levainbakery

Magnolia Bakery – If you are a fan of Sex in the City, you’ll be familiar with this place. It is just around the block from Carrie Bradshaw’s famous apartment and the bakery featured in the TV show a couple of times making it an instant hit. They are famous for their banana pudding – a creamy pudding filled with banana, sponge and graham crackers. I opted for the small pot (as I was stuffed but couldn’t not go to NY and not try it!). It was absolutely insanely good. I think it was about $5 incl tax and worth it for sure. Next time I’m going to try their cupcakes as I’ve heard they are amazing too. Website here.

@magnoliabakery

Carlos Bakery – If you’ve ever watched Cake Boss, here is a must visit! We went to the one near the Port Tunnel (where we got our bus from to Woodbury Common. We actually got a great deal for this on groupon, I’ve linked it here) The original one is in Hoboken and I believe is worth a visit too! The bakery itself was full of a mix of treats, a lot of artificially coloured american style cakes which wouldn’t be my thing, but their pastries, cookies etc all looked amazing. We were spoiled for choice. M\y friend got an M&M cookie which was really tasty and I got a chocolate hazelnut lobster tail pastry filled with delicious hazelnut creme patisserie and drizzled with nutella. So good. All in all they both came to about $11 dollars. The perfect breakfast to bring on board the 1 hour bus journey!  Bakery linked here. 

@carlosbakery

OTHER BITS…

Airport Lounge – 51st & Green in Dublin Airport terminal 2. We opted to pay into the lounge before our flight as we had a few hours to kill. It was definitely worth it in my opinion! It was located after pre clearance for the US so it was lovely to relax and unwind knowing you had that already done. It costed €39 to get in at the door, but you can book it online for €35. Our flight was in the morning, so they had a full buffet breakfast bar alongside a cocktail bar and coffee station. You can see the lounge by clicking here. 

The Plaza Hotel – We were initially going to book ourselves in for afternoon tea here as we’ve heard rave reviews. It was booked out in the end, but we went their for a drink after our brunch in Sarabeths. We opted for 2 x champagne cocktails each $26 excl tax/tips. They were served with a lovely little snack plate of chilli pumpkin seed chocolate and roasted chickpeas. The cocktails were amazing and the setting was just fabulous. It is pricey, but 100% worth it. We sat in a window seat and watched the world go by, just taking in the surroundings for the afternoon. It was such an activity fulled break, it was lovely to just relax for a while and unwind. Would highly recommend it and I think I would definitely try the afternoon tea the next time I visit! Website here. 

@theplazahotel

Tourist Attractions – I figured I may as well pop in the places we went while I’m at it. We pretty much ticked everything off the list except visiting the Brooklyn Bridge and the Highline… next time!

Statue of Liberty – We got a free ferry from Manhattan to Staten Island. You don’t need to pay for the tourist ones and they will try the hard sell to push it on you at the door of the terminal but stand your ground! You can get the commuter ferry for free from Whitehall which goes right past it and you get a very clear view. We just hopped off at the other side and got straight back on it. Took 20 mins – they go every half an hour. Would definitely recommend. Info link here.

Carrie Bradshaws Apartment – Quite near the Statue of Liberty area, about 20 mins in an Uber. It was so cool to see as a SATC fan. It was also just around the corner from Magnolia bakery. Be mindful people actually live in the Apt block when you’re taking photos. Location is here

Ground Zero – We went here en route to statue of liberty as it is quite close by. It was also quite close to Bubbys in Tribeca. We just went to see the memorial which is free but you can go into the museum too. There is a great shopping mall and discounted designer department store nearby called Century 21. Worth a visit too. There is also a target nearby if that’s something you wanted to browse!

Rockefeller Centre – Top of the Rock. We paid about $42 for the ticket to get up. We bought online but they have a ridiculous queue system where you need to validate your online ticket to get a physical one, so the queue was the same for those who didn’t buy online and it cost the exact same. Be prepared to queue, we waited almost an hour to get up but we were told it was unusually busy as it had been raining the 2 days previous. However, the views are absolutely spectacular when you get up, so it was well worth it in the end. You can go at sunset for an extra $10 per ticket which would also be pretty cool.

Woodbury Commons Shopping Outlet – This place is definitely well worth going to if you are in the market for discounted designer handbags / shoes. The clothes were good value too depending on what you’re looking for but the handbags we’re exceptionally cheap with 60%-80% some items depending on what coupons you had/how much you spent. As I mentioned above, we got the return bus from the port terminal near times square. It was $27 on groupon linked here or you can buy it there for $42 so it’s definitely worth getting it online. It took about an hour each way, with a pretty regular time table. It doesn’t open until 10am so we got the 8.30am coach which worked out great. You also get a free coupon book from the information desk when you arrive which is included in your bus ticket.The food was okay there, had a lot of fast food outlets and a Pret A Manger (they are everywhere in NY!) Definitely a must visit if you’re looking to do some shopping! Link for outlet is here.

Central Park – I was really taken with central park. It is so cool to stroll around (especially with some Levain cookies!). You can hire a horse drawn carriage for a pricy $100 per half an hour or a bike cart for $5 per minute. We were initially going to rent bikes but we didn’t bother in the end, instead walking around and taking it all in. Well worth a look. The plaza hotel and Sarabeths were super near here too.

So that’s a wrap! It’s pretty much all I can fit into this post. I hope it’s helpful for any trips you have planned to New York. Please tag me if you visit anywhere I’ve recommended so I can relive the memories… @littlemuffinblog

It was the most epic trip and I will definitely be back! Miss you already NYC.

New York – Foodie & Travel Guide Hello all! It's been a long while since I've written up a proper blog post on here.

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Santaberries make unique & mouth watering Christmas tree ornaments!!! by stardust kay Via Flickr: 🎄Extra Cute & Very Yummy looking Whipped Cream & Strawberry Santa Desserts! Santaberries make unique & mouth watering Christmas tree ornaments!!! But that’s not all!!! ⛄ Use your Strawberry Santa as a Phone or Handbag Charm or to decorate your Cell Phone Case. 🎁Create Special sweets Decoden, Yummy Dessert Pendants or Earrings, Kawaii Hair Accesories, Fake Mini Sweets Keychains or a Delicious Car Mirror Charm… 🎅The Possibilities are Endless! Get Creative & let your Imagination run wild! These Appetizing charms are made with silicone whipped cream & decorated with resin fruit. They come with cellphone straps & are ready to be used as phone or bag charms. You can also use these charms to decorate your Ipod or Ipad! 🎄***⛄***🎁***🎅***🌟***🎄***⛄***🎁***🎅***🌟***🎄***⛄***🎁***🎅***🌟 Item Dimensions: 3D 2" x 1.20" (sizes are approximate and may vary slightly)

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adalynn knight

an update from this (x) post from like. 4 months ago? gods it feels like i’ve been playing ada for longer.

[ COLORS ]

red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. cobalt blue. lime green.

[ ELEMENTS ]

fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic.

[ BODY ]

claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. lean. piercing. tattoos. lithe. moles. dimples.

[ WEAPONS ]

fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles. words.

[ MATERIALS ]

gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amber. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. jade.

[ NATURE ]

grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies. galaxies. stardust. sky.

[ ANIMALS ]

lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. bees. birds. moas. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. bluebirds. deer. gazelles. cheetahs.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]

sugar. salt. bitter. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ]

music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. history. libraries. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. flight. climbing. running. freerunning. exploring. partying. yoga.

[ STYLE ]

lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. flower crown. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform. fancy shoes. leather jacket. sport underwear.

[ MISC ]

balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. bittersweet. happiness. luck. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge. lust. regrets. passion. spontaneity. potty mouth. recklessness. practicality.

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Oh dear. Looks like poor Whipped Cream has found himself caught in a chaotic love triangle.

This is a follow up to my previous comic:

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Whipped Cream tells Moonlight Cookie about his and Dark Choco’s double date with Stardust and Capsaicin.