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Harry Styles Oneshot- Honeymoon

Husband!Harry x reader

Word limit: 6,949

Warnings: Smut, teasing, edging, blowjob, gagging, light spanking, dirty talk. Oh and lots of fluff!

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"Is it..beachy?"

"Maybe."

"Will there be a lot of people?"

"Maybe."

"Will there be animals?"

"Maybe."

Groaning I sat back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. "You won't tell me anything?", I asked Harry who was watching me with an amused look, clearly enjoying not telling me anything about our honeymoon.

"You'll like it babe.", he patted his hand on my thigh. I looked out the window of the airplane, light peeking out of the clouds. It was a beautiful view.

But the view of the man beside me was better. Harry was looking at me with a content smile, his dimples peeking out. His curly locks were stuffed under his hood, and his green eyes were twinkling.

"I love you." I kissed his cheek and he smiled and pecked my lips. "I love you too."

"Aren't you sleepy?", I ask. We've been on the plane for five hours now, talking and talking. "Yeah." He nodded and yawned on cue. "I'm sleepy too." I pulled on our cuddle blanket and tucked my legs over his lap, placing my head on his shoulder. He placed a kiss on my temple, then passed out.

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I peeked out the window and street as we got in a car, and the driver drove to I don't know where. We drove another fifteen minutes or so, unconcerned about speed limits. Soon we were forced to slow down as we approached like a dense rain forest.

"Here we are.", the driver said stopping. There was lingering Italian accent to his English.

Harry paid the cabbie and took our bags, trooping through the front door of a hotel. Harry walked across the cool tile to check us in and I slumped against the couch.

"Ready to go?"

I looked up at Harry, it seemed like he had gone only for a second. Behind him was another man, holding a fruit basket.

"May I escort you to your cabin?", he asked, his accent also evident. I took Harry's hand and my suitcase as he led us up to a trail.

Where the heck are we?

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"What about the-AUUGH!", I swatted away a giant fly as it got close to my face. Harry and our guide Manuel, chuckled.

"I told you to use the spray I told you.", Harry said smirking.

"It smells funny.", I said bending down to take my suitcase again.

He shrugged. "Be fly food then."

"You are walking on thin ice, honey."

"Well then maybe you should do like I told you, sweetie."

"Maybe you should tell me where we are first, dear."

"It's a surprise, cinnamon."

"We are here!"

We snapped out of our 'argument' and saw Manuel watching us with a bright smile. He pointed to a trail and broke off to the right. Harry gave me an 'I told you so' look and skipped ahead with his things. I followed him after waving off any more flies.

"Whoa.", I said as we reached into a clearing.

"I knew you'd like it!", Harry grinned who heard me.

"Be careful crossing the bridge!", Manuel instructed. Harry waved for me to go first and he walked behind me. I gasped at the view from the last step.

Harry poked my butt prodding me forward.

We continued walking and finally reached our cabin.

"Like it?", Manuel asked hopefully, reading our expressions.

"It's beautiful.", I smiled re shouldering my backpack. He beamed and gave us a set of keys, plus some instructions before waving a goodbye and Harry gave him a tip. I knew we were close to somewhere I could enjoy the scenery. I heard bird calls every step and the noise of waterfalls nearby.

Harry fumbled with the keys before letting us in.

I peeked inside the cabin before stepping in. "Pretty!", I said.

"Yeah? I hope you like it.", Harry said cranking open a window. He pecked my cheek. "It's beautiful." I smiled and draped my arms around his neck pulling him closer for a kiss.

He smiled, his hands dropping to my waist. "Look how gorgeous it is.", he said looking outside the window. "Hey birdie." I said watching a small bird peek out. "It is gorgeous.", I agreed. He plucked a flower and tucked into my ponytail. "For you."

I blushed, appreciating the cool breeze blowing around us, making Harry's hair messier than it was. Harry winked and kissed my forehead. "y/n Styles, welcome to Venice."

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Harry's eyes were on my body all through dinner. I knew my new dress would do things to him. It was a wine red dress, stopping just above my knees. A beautiful design on the top and a silky material.

Harry was distracted all through dinner, and I had my desert painfully slowly, enjoying what I'm putting him through. Harry leans over to whisper in my ear, "You'll pay for everything later, baby."

"I'm looking forward to it.", I grin, wrapping her lips around the spoon, keeping eye contact with him as I slowly lick off the chocolate.

Harry smirked, before giving my thigh a squeeze. I look down at his big hand laying on my thigh, his rings and tattoos adorning his hand. His lean fingers closed around her skin possessively.

Harry ushers us into a cab once we were done, and I sit close to him, leaning to his side. He had his arm wrapped around me.

"I think I like your dress a little too much.", he murmurs, stroking the skin of my thigh. "But I might like it better on the floor."

I bite my lip as his hand moves higher. "Will I find you all wet for me when we get back?"

"You find out.", I whisper, pressing a kiss to his jaw, and he hums, sneaking dangerously close to where I need him the most, before pulling out his hand, and intertwining with mine instead.

As soon as we got to our cabin, he had me up against the wall, his lips hungrily devouring mine. It was pure ecstasy. I could drown in his lips forever. His hands ran all over my body, and my legs wrapped around his waist, hands finding his hair. Harry looked amazing as well. He wore a black silk shirt and those skinny jeans that made his thighs look great.

I gasp as Harry cups my heat. "Teasing me all night, weren't you love?"

"I didn't mean to..", I try to spread her legs more as he slips his hand inside my panties, and his fingers stroke my folds. He groans, feeling all the wetness over his fingers. "Didn't you? You're dripping wet, seems like you had fun too."

"Uh huh..", I agree, moaning as he slips a finger deep inside me. "Please Harry.."

"Want me to make you cum?", Harry asks, his teeth nibbling at my neck, and I nod.

"No, not yet. You teased me all night, now it's my turn.", Harry whispers, his eyes darker with lust. He pulls his hand away, making me groan and he lifts me up, walking to their bedroom.

He throws me on the bed, sleek like a panther approaching his prey as he climbs on to the bed, hungry eyes watching me.

"As much as I love this dress on you, it's gotta go.", he says, and I turn my back so he can unzip it and pull it off my head. I wasn't wearing a bra, so Harry's hands went to them immediately, cupping them in his hands, and pressing his lips to my nipple. I moan as he rubs my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, before giving it a tug.

"Fuck..Harry.."

"Yes baby, keep saying my name, love to hear it from your pretty lips.", he grins, and moves one of his hands lower, and parts my legs. I gasp as his thumb finds my clit.

"You want me here, love?"

"Yes please.."

"Such a good girl.", he praises, and starts to rub my clit in slow circles as he takes my nipple back into his mouth, his teeth grazing it enough to leave a small sting of pleasure.

He quickens the pace, and adds a finger inside of me, and I bury my hands in his hair, playing with the curly locks. I was about to cum, when he pulls away.

"Harry! W-What'd you do that for?", I scowl at him, feeling all tingly and needing to release.

"Just teasing you, darling, what's the matter? Don't like it?", Harry smirks, looking up at me.

"You do like it, don't you?", he answers when I don't, and brings his fingers up to my lips. "Come on, taste yourself on my fingers."

I open my mouth and let his fingers slip past my lips. I hummed at the taste, his fingers splaying on my tongue, before it went a little deeper, and made me gag.

"Let's make you gag on something bigger, okay? Will you be a good girl and take care of me? Then I'll make you cum.", Harry says it like a question, but it was more like a statement. I nodded, and he pats my cheeks with his wet fingers, before it finds my hair, and tugs me to my knees.

"Take me out, baby." I helped him out of his jeans, before taking him out of his boxers. He laid down on the bed and I hovered over him, stroking his dick and licking his balls. He was so hard. His dick stuck up straight.

"Enough of that love, get to work.", Harry tugs on my hair, and I lean over, taking him in my mouth.

Harry groans. "That's it baby, take me deep in your throat. Such a good little wife for me."

Harry was big, and it was initially not easy to take all of him, but now I'm used to it. Harry pushed my head down making me gag, and I was tempted to reach my hand to rub my clit.

Then I felt him twitch, and went faster. "I'm gonna c-cum..", he warns me, and my mouth fills up with his cum as he pulls out a little. I swallow it all down before kissing him.

"That was amazing.", he breathes, hand on the back of my neck. "Let's take care of you now, shall we?", he asks, moving his hand to land it smack on my ass cheek, and I yelp.

"I might have to myself if you don't.", I wink, and he groans, pushing my back so I'm laying down over him and he lands another slap to my ass for that. "Guess you really don't want to cum today, too bad. I was going to make you cum about five times. With my tongue, my fingers..."

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Next Day

Rolling over the next morning, I was disappointed to see I was alone. My legs, arms, back and everything ached, the cause of this made me blush furiously.

"Harry?" I poked my head out of the covers and looked around. "Harry?"

I got no answer but I saw a note next to my head.

'I went to get breakfast for us, be right back babe.' x

I smiled and took out my phone checking my messages. I had a few from my friends Lexie and Kiara of couse.

Kiara: How was the first night in your cabin? Juicy?

Lexie: Bet she can't even walk.

Me: It was amazing. Period. Shut your holes.

I put my phone away hearing the rattling of the door knob.

"You're up! Morning gorgeous.", Harry grinned at me who was holding a big covered plate. "Morning." I blushed again pulling up the blankets over my naked body.

Harry crawled onto the bed and kissed me. He smelt fresh, he had taken a shower, considering from his damp curls.

"I was really hungry and I'm sure you will be too when you wake up so I went to get it, they don't bring it over to the cabins." I nod kissing his nose. "And I didn't want to wake you up."

"I am very hungry."

He smiled and hopped out of the bed again. I put on my bra and underwear and got out of bed.

Harry chuckled watching me paddle to the bathroom. "Don't you dare laugh curly!", I warned and he did just that. "I LOVE YOU!", he screamed. "I LOVE YOU TOO!", I screamed back. I took a wee, brushed my teeth, washed my face and put my hair into a messy bun as I went back to Harry in bed, who had breakfast there and I crawled in the covers.

"Mm this is really good.", Harry mumbled in between bites of food. "This is a huge breakfast.", I said taking a sip of the coffee. "Yeah, traditional breakfast here or something.", Harry said.

"What are we doing today?", I asked as we stuffed our faces with food.

"We could check out the local markets and stuff if you're not too sore." He winked and I slapped his arm. He laughed and kissed my shoulder. "Okay okay calm down wifey.", he said making me blush over again.

"You're all blushy today! I like it.", Harry said and I dug my head into his neck. "Not everything about me is like able babe."

"You're wrong. Everything about you is love able, you're perfect."

"Are you going to make me blush for the entire day?"

He cut up a piece of sausage and fed it to me. "I am going to make you blush for your entire lifetime honey." I pinched his cheek. "Stop unless you want a repeat of last night."

"Ooo I want a repeat of last night!"

I rolled my eyes and pecked his lips. "You're just gonna have to wait till tonight then."

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"Things are so cheap here!", Harry said as we tiredly walked back to our cabin after spending the whole day outside, exploring the city.

"We could buy a house here for the price of a suit in London.", he said as we dropped our bags and collapsed on the bed together.

"That's cause your suit is Gucci.", I said and giggled at his glare. He pulled me closer by my hips and tickled me making me squeak.

"S-Stop I should breathe!" He laughed and finally stopped, pecking my cheek. I rubbed my ribs catching my breath. "Wanna play?", I asked. He smirked. "What do you wanna play?", he dragged his hand up my thigh and I slapped it.

"I was talking about board games baby."

He rolled his eyes as I got up and went to take one out. "Board games it is then.", he scooted up to the bed. "Babe, did you know we haven't gone anywhere alone in all the three years of being boyfriend and girlfriend? This is the first time we're alone!"

I thought about it. He's right, we always went with the other boys and girls. We did go small trips, to Harry's home and LA and road trips. But not like this.

"You're right babe.", I said. "Doesn't seem like it though."

"I know." Harry nods. "But I love this, no other boys frisking you away from me." I chuckled. "Monopoly or scrabble?"

"Monopoly, so I can beat you."

"You can't beat me curly."

"We'll see clumsy."

I rolled my eyes and sat cross legged from him. "We're going somewhere else after two more days.", he said.

"Where?"

He imitated a zip and I groaned. We played monopoly, messing around, he won sadly. Then we set up a camp fire outside our cabin and it was another amazing night of our honeymoon.

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Next day

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

"Uggghhh, turn it off.", I waved my hands around the air. "Turn it off!"

"Sorry,", Harry was mumbling, reaching across my head to turn it off. "Sorry."

"Hmmph."

Harry placed a soft kiss on my temple. "Morning."

Morning? Groggily, I lifted to check the time. Nearly six.

"You're out of your goddamned mind curly.", I said flopping back against my pillows, waiting to see if he'd do the same.

Instead, he tucked the blankets under my chin. "I'll wake you up in an hour, angel. Sorry again."

Ignoring the tingling in my toes when he called me that, I turned to see him pulling on pants and slide a watch on his big hand. Outside it was still dark and the noises of the frogs were loud.

"Why so early?", I asked.

He disappeared into the kitchen and grinned. "You'll just have to see."

I sighed. I laid in bed for some time, listening to the noises outside nature is making. Harry would drop something every five minutes so naturally I didn't get sleep again. I got up, used the bathroom before walking up to Harry.

"What are you doing?", I asked. He jumped at my presence, then smiled and brought my hands to wrap around his square waist.

"Making us lunch."

"For what?"

He huffed as if it was obvious as he spread peanut butter on the slice of bread.

"For my surprise of course."

He and his surprises. "You don't want to get more sleep? You've got twenty minutes more.", he said walking us to the fridge to take something.

"I'm good.", I say. Harry was cute. Everything about him was. When he concentrated, jut out his bottom lip, he would tap his hand against his thigh when he got frustrated. His dimples made an appearance every time something went right and he'd wiggle his hips in a victory dance, holding my arms making me giggle.

I pressed my forehead against his shoulder blades. "Stop growing.", I mumbled. "You're tall enough."

He laughed. "I agree babe, but I don't have control over it."

He walked to the fridge again. "How much food are you taking?"

"Enough for a whole day."

"Are we going hiking?"

"No."

"Are we going on a hot air balloon?"

He gasped at his fear surfacing. "Never."

"Are we going to need protection?"

"..more or less."

I scanned my brain with everything I could come up with it, nothing. "Whatever, as long as we're together." He smiled and turned around to sloppily kiss my lips. "I.." He kissed me again, lingering for a few seconds. "..love." He gave me another kiss. "..you." This time with tongue. I beamed and kissed his forehead. "I love you more."

"Impossible, now go get ready."

"What should I wear?", I asked going to the bedroom again.

"Bikini inside whatever you want."

"Are we going-"

"No more questions please, thank you very much."

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Harry's POV:-

"A boat?"

"A yacht.", I correct, helping her onto the top deck. "A small one."

"It's pretty.", she said running her hand along the side of a bench. "Who's gonna drive though? I didn't see anyone."

I smiled and spread my arms. "You are looking at the driver of the yacht, ma'am."

"You?"

"Uh huh."

"You don't have a license to drive a yacht."

"Oh but I do.", I ducked down under the cabin to check on our safety stuff and see if we had enough oil. "Remember, one week before the wedding, I disappeared one day?"

She nodded. "Yes, you left me to deal with the cake tasting."

I chuckled. "Well babe, I was learning to drive this thing and steer around the whole day."

She gasped. "Seriously?"

"Yep. I promise we'll be okay. If not, we're good swimmers." Her mouth fell open and I laughed kissing her. "That was a joke baby."

"Oh right." She blew away some hair from her face. She had shorts and a top on, her hair flying around until she grunted and put it up in a clip. She looked beautiful, as always.

"Now go outside and enjoy the sunshine, go.", I said checking the ventilation blowers. "But you'll be alone down here."

I shook my head. "I'll come up when we get a bit farther out, then we'll swim." I opened the window so I would get a nice view of the sea too, turned on the GPS and location tracker.

She took of her shorts and top and I became hard just looking at her. She's just so fit and hot and ughh. "I lost my sun screen.", she said rummaging through her tote bag. I snapped out of my trance.

"I took it, you didn't lose it babe.", I chuckled and she fished it out my bag. "You um look good.", I muttered watching her rub the sunscreen onto her slightly tan skin, making it glow in the sunlight. "Really good."

She smiled. "Thanks babe." I start the yacht. She rubbed sun screen over me too and pecked my lips. Then walked towards the door barefoot with a towel. "Have fun."

I winked. "You too."

I returned to the wheel. I could see her lay the towel on the slanted floor and turn around on her stomach so she could see me. After getting comfortable, she looked up to give me a beautiful smile and blow me a kiss. I caught it.

I liked our relationship. We still acted like children, teasing each other and unafraid to be cheesy. Everything was out of love and that was enough for us.

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"Babe let's go.", I said from the window in the top deck as I walked to the edge. Six hours had passed, we liked every second of it I would go down to the cabin every now and then to make sure we're okay, the rest I messed around with her. We did the dirty a couple times too he he.

"What are you doing?", she asked, watching me crank a handle. Then I jumped into the water making her gasp.

"Are you crazy!?", she peeked down at me. It was dark now. I popped my head back up. "Come down here!"

"You're insane!"

I shrugged and swam to the bright yellow canoe which had our picnic basket, two paddles and two life jackets. I settled on it and looked up.

"Are you leaving me alone?", I asked. She looked at me for a long time then with a groan came lower so it would be easy to jump off. I grinned and paddled closer.

"Is it cold?"

"Not a bit."

She took a breath before cleanly diving into the dark blue waters, showing off her athleticism which I love. Her head popped out after a few minutes and I smiled clapping, then held out my hand for helping her get on.

"That wasn't too hard was it?" I gave her a life jacket as she sat down. "I would say wear it, but since I'm not, it'd be hypocritical to ask. The water isn't choppy, I promise, but keep it close."

She nodded, flipping back her long black and rose gold hair back, which was now wet. "Okay, you know how to drive a boat. And now you've gotten me wet.", she said making me blush at the other meaning. "Now we're in a canoe miles away from where we started, what's going on?"

"Just wait babe." I stretched to place a kiss on her damp cheek. "You'll like it."

She exhaled but nodded, watching me pick up my paddles and drag them backwards. My hair fell in front of my eyes and she noticed, pushing them back gently and kissing my forehead. I smiled and nudged the food basket.

"Eat something."

She hesitantly pulled out a packet of grapes, popping a few in her mouth and mine. "Aren't we supposed to get less cheesy as we go more into our relationship?", she asked chuckling.

"Seems to be backwards for us love.", I agreed and pecked her temple.

"Want me to help?", she asked noticing my light pants of breath as I continued to propel us in one direction. (pun intended.)

"It's alright, we're almost there.", I said.

She smiled, slowly getting to her knees, nudging my legs apart to sit in between them. My heart beat got a little faster as she leaned back against me and fed me another grape. I kissed her cheek. "You're a dork."

She shrugged. "Cut me some slack, I'm the wife of the biggest dork in the history of dorks.", she said and giggled. I rolled my eyes and licked her nose. "I like the sound of that though.", I said as her hands pushed mine down further on the paddle, hers on top acting as a helpful pivot against the calm water.

"What? Biggest dork in the history of dorks?"

"No, silly. You, being my wife sounds really nice.", I corrected and she smiled and kissed my chin. "Is it better now?", she asked as I had to put lesser pressure on paddling now, because she was helping me.

"Mhmm."

It was quiet for a bit, the island I was aiming to, coming closer and closer.

"Did you see that?", she suddenly asked seeing a flash in the water. "Something's in the water."

I pretended not to notice, but I couldn't help my smirk. "Hmm.."

Looking up at the moon, she figured it must have been a reflection and rested back against me.

"I love you.", I blurted out kissing her shoulder. "A lot."

She paused the paddling to kiss my cheek and gently squeeze my knee. "I love you too."

"Not only for your body.", I added. Sure she has a hot body many people strive for and sometimes that's all the comments she gets, no one wants to know what kind of a person she is. "I mean yes for your body, but I love your personality too."

She chuckled. "Um, okay, I love your personality too." I laughed and rested my chin on her shoulder. "I just wanted you to know babe." She smiled and nodded. "That's very s-did you see that?"

We were really close to the island and I too had seen brightness in the water, but once again acted innocent.

"See what?"

She looked at the water and gasped. It was blue.

And glowing.

"Holy shit.", she whirled around. "Harry, we need to go back! There must have been toxic spills or something, look at the water. Let's go, let's go!" She tried to push the paddled forwards to paddle us backwards but I knocked her hands off.

"y/n", I murmured, squeezing her with my legs. "Look down."

She peered of the edge of the canoe and gasped. More blue water was surrounding our boat.

"What is...this?"

"Noctiluca scintillans. Also known as sea sparkle, these bio luminescent plankton float under the surface and flash brightly when disturbed, possibly to scare off or distract predators." I felt so smart.

She dipped a finger into the water, as if waiting for a shark to come bite her. "Huh?"

"Bio luminescence, love, the water here glows."

I slipped out of the canoe and into the water making her squeak. "Is it safe?"

I ducked back up smiling. "Yes it is babe, you don't even feel them.", I promised, watching her dunk her hand in again, marveling. The blue would spread every time I moved the water around.

"Come on in, before I make you.", I said ducking my head under the water again. When I popped back up, she hesitantly dropped one leg into the water, then jumped in.

"Oh my god.", she giggled resurfacing as the water around her body glowed. "This is freaking dope!" I laughed, loving when she gets American.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

She stepped forward to slip her arms around my neck. "How did you find this place?"

For a second, I admired her eyes, which was the same color as the glow. God she's so beautiful. "Hm, H?", she kissed my cheek and I snapped back, my hands going to her waist.

"I just asked around baby, figured you'd want to see this." She smiled and leaned in, kissing me. "Thank you."

"Wait until you see the next place.", I whispered against her lips as we kissed again. I tipped her head back, her long hair causing blue to spread as I kissed her exposed neck. "I wanna know how you found this out.", she said, hands on my shoulders as she cupped some water on it, and watched it trail down making blue.

"I'll fill you in once we get there."

She didn't argue, but brought her lips to mine again. I tried not to get aroused as she latched her legs around my waist and slipped her tongue into my mouth. The air got thicker around us until we finally had to break away for breathing.

I pulled her closer, one on her hip and the other on the side of her neck as we leaned in again. My hands undoing her top without meaning too, I tied it back realizing what I had done, she didn't mind though.

She gasped as we pulled away, breathless. "I-I love you.", she petted my cheek. "I l-love you too.", I whispered back and kissed her cheek.

"Need to bring the canoe to the shore.", I mumbled not wanting to pull away but had to if I wanted to show her the other stuff. "I'll help.", she mumbled back and we pulled away after another peck.

"Woah.", she repeated seeing the shore as we pushed our canoe to it. "It's so pretty."

Like you. "Yeah.", I said.

"How long are we staying here?"

"Just tonight.", I set it firmly into the sand, picking up our basket and offering my hand. "There's a village farther in and I spoke to a woman, we can sleep in her guest room."

She nodded, stroking the her thumb on the back of my hand. The sand was warm between our toes. I chose a spot where we had a good view of the water, plus lots of trees for privacy. We changed into dry clothes and she laid the towel on the sand, securing it with rocks as we both sat on it.

"Nice.", she teased, leaning on my shoulder as I got the food. "Wine and grilled cheese, how romantic."

I stuck my tongue out, pouring her a glass out. "It's actually quite delicious, so I've been told."

"I'm sure it is.", she smiled and we clinked our glassed together. "Cheers.", she said. "Cin-Cin.", I said, same thing in Italian.

"Woah impressive.", she said taking a sip and I giggled. "I learnt it to impress you."

"You've already impressed me in all the different ways.", she kissed my forehead. "This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, thank you." I smiled and put my wine glass down to push her on her back on to the towel and kiss her hard.

"I love you.", she whispered breathless against my lips. I slid my hands down to her hips and squeezed.

"I love you too."

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Y/N'S Pov:

2 Days Later

"Harry this blindfold is itchy.", I grumbled. "As much as I like We the Kings, I don't like it blasting in my ear for two hours."

Harry had one more surprise, our last stop. He tied a blindfold over my eyes, popped earbuds into my ear and shoved me into a car after checking us out of the cabin in Venice. After the super cool islands thing, the next day we spent exploring the city of Venice, it was fun.

I would think I'm being kidnapped now, if not for the warm body next to me and familiar fingers linked with my own.

Harry chuckled and removed my ear buds. "Sorry, we're far enough I guess."

"From where?"

"No where."

I groaned. "You're lucky I have a good tolerance level. Can I removed the blind fold? I feel silly."

"More like adorable." He kissed my nose. "Wait for some more time."

"Well I think we're still in Italy because two hours can't get us out right?"

"Why are you so smart?"

I grinned in achievement. "But, you don't know where in Italy, and stop guessing.", Harry said and I pouted. "Can I have a kiss then?"

I felt his soft lips press against mine in a soft kiss. "That's all you get for now." I chuckled and nestled back into his shoulder.

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"Welcome to Rome!", I heard somebody and I gasped. "We're in Rome?", I asked. It is weird walking with a blindfold on, Harry's hands were on my waist and the other holding my elbow as he lead me somewhere.

"He shouldn't have said that.", I heard Harry mutter. "And yes, we're in Rome. Won't it be a shame to come till Italy and then go back without visiting Rome?"

I smiled patting his hand. "It would. Can I take this off now?"

"No, few more minutes babe.", Harry continued nudging me to walk. "I can't believe we're in Rome. I've always wanted to come here."

"I know, I remember."

I squirmed under his hands. "Babe, I told you that like two years ago. I barely remember saying it."

"Yeah well, I wrote it down somewhere."

I blushed and held him tighter. "I love you."

"I love you too. We're here, do not remove it until I tell you too.", he said before letting his hands drop from my waist. I heard him swiping probably a card and his hands were on my shoulders again, steering me into a room.

Then I heard him opening a window and his hands finally undid my blindfold.

Jesus Christ.

The room was amazing. Harry was standing behind me with his arms tightly wrapped around my waist and chin on my shoulder looking at me as I stared outside at the view all around us, of Rome. Oh my god.

"I'm going to collapse.", I mumbled.

"Please don't.", Harry chuckled kissing my neck.

"Happy?", he asked. Instead of replying, I turned around in his arms and grabbed the sides of his face, pressing my lips onto his. "Marvelous.", I whispered out and he beamed.

"Me too!", he said pulling away going to the bathroom. I continued gaping for a while, then collapsed on to the bed on my back, my hair splaying all over it. Harry collapsed beside me soon.

"So,", he said. "We've got five days. What do you want to do first?"

I reached out a hand to comb through his hair. "Hm.. dinner? Then maybe we can find some maps and plan out where we'll go tomorrow?"

"Reasonable. Anything else?"

Rolling over on my stomach, I rested my elbow on his chest. "Yes, I would like a very, very long and very relaxing shower with my husband."

Harry grinned, eyes twinkling as he pulled me in, resting my head on the crook of his neck.

"Now that, I agree with."

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"Harry I swear-"

"Coloseum's boring! I say Trevi Fountain."

"What about St. Peter's Bastilica?"

He stole another bite of my cake. "Mine was better.", he said about the cake.

"Maybe you shouldn't have inhaled your piece then."

Pushing me onto my back, he nipped my nose. "Ah, who asked you?"

"You did, actually. Now move."

"You're not being very fun."

I sighed and pushed myself up to recline on the pillows. "You are not being very agreeable curly. If we map out our stops right, we can visit all these places and still have time for dinner. Now, most cab rides take about eight minutes so-"

"y/n. Listen to yourself, this is not a math problem!"

I pouted and placed the brochures down. "Well what do you want me to do babe? I'm trying to make the most of this while we're here."

"And we can.", he promised, scooting closer and draping his arm around me. "But you shouldn't be stressing over it. If we have time for certain shops, great. If not, it's okay. We've both been working our asses off before the wedding right? Planning it while we worked as well? Now when we go back, we both have to get back to work. So, I just want to relax and spend some time with you. That's what a honeymoon's for, isn't it?"

I nodded softly, slipping my hand into his. "I'm sorry, I guess it wouldn't kill me to mellow out a bit."

"That's my girl." He kissed my forehead then picked up another brochure. "In the spirit of compromise, I will go to the Colosseum with you."

"Thank you, and I will get us to the Trevi Fountain."

He beamed and pulled me over his lap. He took a red pen out, the two of us working together, placing it on my thigh to mark it up and take occasional breaks to cuddle or tease each other.

"We make a good couple.", I blurted out, unintentionally letting him know what I was thinking about. He chuckled and kissed my earlobe. "The best."

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"That was wonderful."

"It was alright."

I thumped Harry's arm. "Are you serious? Michelangelo painted that!"

"So?"

"S-So," I spluttered. "It's beautiful!"

"Not as beautiful as you.", he said slipping two fingers in the back pocket of my jeans, pulling me closer. "Not even close. You are art darling, this is nothing."

I blushed as he kissed my cheek, strolling down the cobblestone pathways through a fairly busy square. Music would get louder or softer as we passed different shops. Harry would turn to whisper to me something he saw in the crowd.

"That woman's got her suit on backwards.", he murmured, nodding his head in her direction. And it was true. She was wearing a red suite backwards, and spoke loudly in Italian. I giggled and held on tighter to his arm, careful to step around fellow tourists. 'That's Amore' started playing in the humble gelato shop, the powerful chords of Dean Martin's voice resonating through the pathway.

"Let's dance."

I barely had the time to react as Harry set my purse down on a table outside the shop and pulled me against his chest, moving my left hand to his shoulder and clasping my right in his.

"Curly what are you-"

"No talking.", he cut off, dramatically placing a finger on my lips. "Tonight, we only speak in the language of-" he stomped his foot, clapping once over his head. "zee tango!"

My eyebrows flew up, not only at his accent, but also at the strength of his arms as he promptly twirled us around the narrow isle. I blushed under the confused gaze of the gelato employees. For now, all I could do was try not to trip over his huge feet as another song began playing.

Eventually Harry looked down and slowed his pace.

"Sorry sweetheart.", he gave me a grin, shrugging and bringing us to a stop. "Just feeling the moment."

I stared at him for a few dead seconds, trying to figure what goes through in his head. He could go from posh to a lunatic in 0.2 seconds and still have the ability to ask how I was feeling. Digging around his sparkling green eyes, I realized that's just who he is. He always did what he pleased. He's not afraid to show the world who is. He is himself, all the time. That goofy, idiotic, clumsy, super sweet, kind, gorgeous man he is.

I gave up and brought my hands around his neck. He smiled and pulled me closer, setting his big hands on my hips, our foreheads almost touching.

"There are many men in the world.", he murmured, twirling me under the afternoon sky. "Better looking, funnier, just way cooler men.."

"And?"

"And..you're out of my league."

I rolled my eyes, annoyed with his crazy talk. We spun, shuffled and swayed through three more songs.

"What about the basilica?", he asked as I sung my purse of the shoulder and we linked hands again.

"A very wise man, once told me, that this is my honeymoon, and I should enjoy it. And so far, I really have."

"Hm, tell me about this man. He makes you happy?"

"The happiest on the planet."

I got a kiss on the cheek for that.

"He's a good person?"

"Perfect."

Another kiss.

"Good in bed?"

"The best."

Chuckling he leaned to whisper in my ear. "Then maybe he is in your league." Then he kissed my earlobe.

"Hm, maybe.", I played along smiling and kissed his temple.

"I love you so much y/n, I'm having the best time ever.", Harry sighed peacefully and kissed my hair.

"I love you more Harry I'm also having the best time ever. And it's not because of the places, I mean it of course is, but, it's because you are with me."

Harry smiled and squeezed my waist. "I agree, except for one thing."

"What?"

"I love you most."

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Are You Sure?! Translations Masterlist

Hello lovelies, this post will be updated as AYS episodes drop and I answer your questions on different moments and conversations Kookmin have!

A must-read disclaimer: i'm not a native kr speaker!

EP. 1

Car conversation: "When I was busy, you were free but you never called me."

Car conversation pt. 2: you didn't come / pt. 3

Car convo: you didn't call me

Armys asking their Korean teachers about the car conversation

I'll hug you so you won't feel cold

Campsite: I'm grateful you're here

Phonecall to Tae: I love you

Tae phonecall: you're great

EP. 2

Youth/romance: bike ride convo // more on 낭만 'romance'

I'm definitely eating something

Jimin-ah

JK riding the bike solo: let's go

EP. 3

Jeju teaser 1

Jeju teaser 2

#kookmin #jikook #are you sure?!#jikook travel show #translation #park jimin #jeon jungkook #masterlist #ays

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ghost-proofbaby · 8 months

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“I’m out of wine and flowers, so I hope an introduction will suffice,” his blood-red eyes meet hers, and something in her gut twists. As if she already knows. As if she’s just realized that she’s missed the obvious. “My name is Astarion. I was in Balder’s Gate when-” Astarion. Save Astarion. Astarion. All the breath leaves her lungs as she interrupts, “You’re Astarion?”

summary: how far would you go to save the one you love? what about a stranger?

pairings: astarion ancunin x sorcerer!oc (aruna)

warnings: canon angst, canon trauma, canon violence, memory loss, sort of enemies to lovers?, sort of soulmates au?, overuse of pet names, eventual smut. 18+

cross-posted on ao3

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C H A R C O A L A N D D A G G E R S

W I L D M A G I C

S H A R P A X E , S H A R P E R H A N D S

H E R S H A D O W

T H E K I N D E S T F O O L

I N T O T H E C H A S M

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C I N N A M O N G I R L

A D V O C A T U S D I A B O L I

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S T A Y W I T H M E

#ghost's stories #my writing #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion ancunin #bg3 #bg3 fanfic #astarion fanfic #oh i do not know how to tag this haha #the moon will sing #time travel and memory loss and fun all sprinkled between canon game oh me oh my #ascended astarion warning? i feel like that might be needed. ascension will be discussed eventually.#okay so the masterlist is giving nothing i'm realizing #but the banner and the summary are important

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drugsforaddicts · 1 year

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#I'm just.. yeah..#thanks for the idea @btw-it-also-travels-in-time 😆#was too lazy to photoshop #someone else can do it #käärijä and bojan twinning masterlist #bätmän and jokerman #käärijä #bojan cvjetićanin #bojere

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dearharriet · 6 months

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what could we do with more time?

‘ James flipped his phone open, wondering what you’d put for your contact—a smiley face, maybe, or a heart? He hoped you put a heart. It took his brain far too long to catch up to reality.

With a shock of gut-twisting dread, James realized he’d been so wound up over kissing you that he forgot to ask for your phone number. Your phone number.

He groaned, glancing at his bed longingly, but he knew he wouldn’t fall into it very soon. He’d go back a hundred times before he slept that night if it got him one date with you. ’

PLAYLIST | MOODBOARD

00:00 — JANUARY

04:00 — FEBRUARY/MARCH

08:00 — APRIL

12:00 — JULY

16:00 — MAY/JUNE

20:00 — AUGUST/OCTOBER

23:59 — NOVEMBER

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crow-aeris · 2 months

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And Yet The Clock Twists Back

Directory/Masterpost (?)

Find it polished and altered on Ao3

Below are the links to the tumblr posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 (Heavily edited. Revised chapter up on ao3)

Part 5

Part 6 (I got tired of posting the chaps all on tumblr, so ch 7-12 will be fully up on AO3, while i'll just be posting the links to them on here)

Part 7

Part 8

#and yet the clock twists back #batman #batfam #batfamily #fanfic #time travel fic #time travel #time travel au #time travel fix it #cursed object #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #masterlist

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aestheticworld99 · 3 months

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"Amid the bustling streets of New York, where ambition thrives and dreams are born, cunning meets the stagecraft of acting school—a world where every performance is a calculated step toward the spotlight of success."

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raccoonfallsharder · 10 months

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navigation | art masterlist (reminder: it's rocket raccoon all the time) fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

check out navigation for recent updates & upcoming posts, recommended works/creators, and more. or browse these tags: #rfh art | #fic preview | #fic update

complete fiction masterlist

sfw masterlist | nsfw masterlist | headcanons & imagines | writing thoughts & "advice"

everything is in alphabetical order with links to future projects at the end, but if you can think of a better way to organize, feel free to hit me up ♡

Domestic Scenes in Space Travel ✩°｡ ⋆ The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | word count: varies. reader x rocket domestic fluff & smut with feelings. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to ride this ride. collects Installments 1-5 and an Interlude. The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl | Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training | Reconnaissance for Beginners: An Instruction Manual | Critical Interview Questions for Potential Room & Crewmates [explicit & smut-free versions] | Proof: A Moment in Space | Untitled Installment 6

florescence❀ ˖⁺‧₊˚ (a meetgroot) 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 3/6 years | wip | word count: pending. Rocket & Groot leave their friends behind on Knowhere, despite the latter’s protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the Shi’ar Galaxy. It was the flowers that drew you in. mcu-based, slight au, medium-burn, eventual smut circa Year Four. tentative allies to friends to lovers. the middle is angsty but there are only happy endings here. Year Zero: Seed | Year One: Sprout | Year Two: Growth | Year Three: Flowering | Year Four: Formation | Year Five: Dispersal

˚₊‧✶ headcanons & imagines ✶‧₊˚ smut-free | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshots & drabbles various guardians of the galaxy headcanons, minifics, and more.

°˖✧˚♡ kinktober 2023 ♡˚✧˖° 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshots | word count: varies. based on @flightlessangelwings Kinktober 2023 prompt list. please read all warnings.

✩࿐࿔ take what you need smut-free | gn reader | no use of y/n | 16 complete reminders | word count: varies. the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself. rocket bullies you for your own good. non-smutty. reader is gender-neutral. accepting requests via reblogs, asks, and tumblr & ao3 comments. collects various Reminders (ongoing) ࿔ eat somethin ࿔ go to frickin bed ࿔ get outta bed & get your shit done ࿔ take a damn bath ࿔ leave your frickin skin alone ࿔ take a fuckin study break ࿔ drink some goddamn water ࿔ stop destroying your fricking clothes ࿔ just buy the damn thing already ࿔ it's frickin laundry day ࿔ get some goddamn sunshine ࿔ have you taken your meds today? ࿔ schedule your fuckin appointments ࿔ do the goddamn dishes ࿔ brush your frickin teeth ࿔ nobody fucking hates you ࿔ stop biting your goddamnm nails ࿔

the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. angst, friendship, fluff | rocket & wanda | 7/7 parts | complete | word count: pending. for hibatasblog ♡ During a watch party for Avengers: Endgame on Twitter, Markus revealed the idea to team Wanda with the Guardian of the Galaxy captain actually made it into several versions of the film's script. "We had whole drafts with Wanda on a road trip with Rocket," Markus wrote, "but after the Vision plot in Infinity War, nothing we came up with was anything but wheel spinning for her character." CBR prepare for departure. | pennsylvania. ohio. indiana. | illinois. wisconsin. minnesota. | south dakota. | montana. | idaho. washington. | you've arrived at your destination.

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ (a meetgroot) 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 3/3 parts | complete | word count: 44,521. wind·fall /ˈwin(d)ˌfôl/ noun. an apple or other fruit blown down from a tree or bush by the wind; an unexpected piece of good fortune. semi-shy ultrafeminine touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful. Sugared Violets. | Crystallized Ginger. | Candied Apples.

Window Across the Galaxy *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 27/27 chapters | complete | word count: 235,940. girl falls first; raccoon falls harder. Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops. slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies). collects Chapters I-XXVII. *:･ﾟ✧

what's on the horizon? future projects

masterlist banner & fairylight divider by @/saradika-graphics raccoon dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

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phanfictioncatalogue · 1 year

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Travel (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

7,500 Kilometers - demonphannie

Summary: 7,500 kilometers is a pretty large distance to bridge but Dan and Phil are trying. Or rather their cell phone connection is. It’s 2013 and Dan’s in India.

A Little Vitamin D (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Phil is surprised to find Dan in a rather inviting position on the outdoor patio of their beach villa on the coast of Australia. The couple enjoys semi-public sex in the sun.

A Piece Of You (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: When Dan travels to the English countryside to participate in the BBC’s Writer’s Retreat, he and Phil do everything that they can to stay connected, despite the miles between them.

This fic is based on the BBC’s Writer’s Retreat that Dan attended in May 2019.

A Promise for Forever (ao3) - phandomghostwriter

Summary: Dan had been eying a Cartier love ring, almost purchasing it for himself multiple times. Phil finally decides to purchase the ring for him, but not without pulling in a few favors, and almost spoiling the surprise. He decides to finally give Dan the ring on Stadbrook Island in Australia.

baby, it's cold outside (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan is traveling to his parent’s house for Christmas. There’s a blizzard expected to hit just as Dan’s leaving, but Dan doesn’t think anything of it, not until his car breaks down and he’s stranded. Kind stranger Phil steps in and offers to help Dan.

Bathroom Key (ao3) - LetterJumble

Summary: Dan and Phil are well into their great American leg of The Amazing Tour is Not on Fire! Except that they forgot traveling on a tour bus with other people means traveling on a tour bus with other people. All the time.

They also forgot that even the smallest of towns can hold fans.

coast to coast (ao3) - lilactreesinwinter

Summary: Dan is on tour and doesn't check his phone.

crashing on the highways of my dreams (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan has a dream about Phil while on his tour bus.

Exhale (ao3) - TortiTabby

Summary: Sam the Surfer shows up for a fourth time in Brazil and Dan isn’t in the right head space to deal with it.

Flying - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan suffers from travel sickness when flying but he normally takes tablets for it so he doesn’t get it, on a flight to Playlist Dan forgets to take his tablets but lies to Phil about forgetting to take them, he starts to feel nauseous on the plane but denies it when Phil asks him if he is okay, Dan then does get really sick and Phil helps him through it and comforts him, can it end with fluffy cuddles and Dan falling asleep.

Gate 32 - xinyanhowell

Summary: Eleven hours. London to LAX. Dan is traveling to the city of angels for a business trip and as it happens, so is Phil.

Giving Everything We Have (ao3) - parentaladvisorybullshitcontent

Summary: "We have a bus," Phil says.

Dan grins at him.

"Nerd," He says, fondly.

In which they have a tour bus for the US leg of TATINOF and Dan has a space in his bunk with Phil's name on it

Glimpses of Portugal - adorkablephil

Summary: Imagined moments from Dan and Phil’s trip to Portugal together in 2010

Got It (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan surprises his partner with a little stress relief while traveling on tour.

long-distance lads (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan worries that he’s going to miss Phil while on tour.

lovers, keep on the road you’re on (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Japan is one of their favourite places in the world. And this holiday might just be the best two weeks Phil's ever had.

(A fic about their 2019 Japan trip.)

Soft Speak with a Mean Streak (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Phil was a lonely film student; Dan was a mysterious new classmate he got stuck in with for a big project. It was only a matter of time and the right circumstances.

Up In The Clouds (ao3) - Emptylester (timelordangel)

Summary: On the flight from Australia to Hong Kong, Dan gets a bit anxious. Luckily, Phil is there to help calm him down.

Venice: City Of Dreams (ao3) - expiredlove

Summary: Dan and Phil are on holiday in Venice, Italy, with two of their best friends. They discover the city with their unprofessional tour guide Phil and end their day with a romantic stop at the Accademia Bridge, which is known for its so called love locks.

When in Doubt Try New Things (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Phil has a simple request for Dan: “I want to try something new. I need to figure some stuff out, but it has to be on my own, so I’m asking you to go with the flow and react in whichever way feels natural but don’t ask me about it. I have no answers yet.”

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #travel #travel masterlist

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FINALLY got you on my dash again, only to discover you've written an AC fic that you are giving us dribs and drabs of, heathen *shakes prison cell bars* please tell me more about "Miles" before I combust

HI UR MY NEW FAVORITE (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4)

��“Your name is not Miles.”

Desmond tenses for a barely a moment before relaxing again, and doesn’t bother to look up from the hidden blade he’s tweaking to have a faster release. Even if he didn’t recognise the voice, the dark blur leaning against the doorjamb out of the corner of his eye would tell Desmond sure as anything who had come to haunt the armoury at his side. “Of course it isn’t,” Desmond eventually mutters to Francesco Vecellio, the only one of Ezio’s brotherhood to wear dark gray instead of white.

Francesco snorts, eyeing Desmond from under the beak of his hood, Desmond’s own pushed down around his shoulders to better see by lantern-light. “You should have thought to pick a more common name if you did not want others to question it.”

“ ’Should have thought to pick anything before I showed up.” He grinds his chisel a little deeper into the metal casing of his blade, and then nearly cuts himself slipping on it when Francesco gives a startled laugh.

“You didn’t have one prepared?”

Desmond blinks up at Ezio’s highest-ranked protégé, not sure if he should feel embarrassed or not. “I, uh. Didn’t think that far ahead?”

And for someone who had managed nine years evading Templars and Assassins both, you’d think he’d have known better.

The look Francesco gives him tells Desmond he feels the same. “You’re smarter than that, fratellino.”

Desmond scowls. “Well, obviously I’m not.”

“... You snuck into the main headquarters of the Italian Brotherhood in less than an hour and then fooled us all into thinking you were supposed to be here for nearly a week — Machiavelli isn’t sure even our Padrone could have managed that.”

Swallowing uncomfortably, Desmond scoffs and tries to return to his hidden blade, but that still leaves his entire profile in view of Francesco’s far-too-discerning gaze. And he’s the only one other than Desmond to have been training for this since childhood: his observation skills are beaten only by Ezio, and even that is mostly thanks to his Eagle Vision.

Actually, Francesco is a born Assassin, too, does he have EV?

“Miles–”

“Do you have the Sight?”

They blink at each other, and Desmond isn’t sure who is more surprised by the interruption. Snarky he may be, Desmond has also had politeness beaten into him, and deference besides, and everyone in the Brotherhood had clocked it.

“To an extent,” Francesco eventually admits, sounding puzzled, “Nothing so refined as il Padrone’s.” He looks away, crossing his arms over his chest. “It is... finicky, I can only use it while motionless, and it really only tells me if someone means me harm.”

Desmond bites back the offer to help train his EV into something far more useful — it would never reach the level of Altaïr’s, or Ezio’s, or Ratonhnhaké:ton’s, because that had more than a little to do with Isu fuckery. However, the Levantine Assassins (at least until Altaïr’s death, though it was Al Mualim who started the practice) were able to train most initiates to have at least some grasp of the technique, as long as they had that genetics-dictated spark to start with. Desmond was lucky enough for his time in the Animus to awaken his own Vision, and living as Ezio slowly mastering it into Eagle Sense had improved it in leaps and bounds for Desmond on the outside, and prepared him for experiencing Ratonhnhaké:ton’s advanced form of it. Though that, and Eagle Sense, never actually awakened in Desmond Miles.

But “Miles” hasn’t told this Brotherhood that he has Altaïr’s Sight, Ezio’s Gift, partly because Desmond forgot they didn’t know, but now it’s also an active decision, because it would without a doubt make them insist he’s Ezio’s son with even more conviction. And until Desmond has figured out what he’s going to tell Ezio about the whole time-travel–thing, he isn’t going to confirm or deny anything the other members cook up.

Except Desmond watches Francesco tilt his head, and then his eyes burn golden for just a moment. “Why do you ask?”

He’s smart enough to guess, but he’s also smart enough not to assume, and patiently waits for Desmond’s response.

Ahh, fuck it, he’s already screwed up this whole identity thing by talking with Claudia (not that he meant to reveal so much to her but, well, she’s Ezio’s baby sister. And [redacted]. Fuck, time travel is so weird).

He looks up from his carving again to flash his eyes right back, and is more than gratified to see Francesco glow a steady, deep blue. He tends to avoid looking at the Brotherhood with his EV, he’s too much of a coward to confirm just what they actually think of him, and he’s only looked at Ezio once, before they properly met.

Francesco smiles in the shadow of his hood, seemingly pleased with Desmond trusting him with such a secret. “Does il Padrone know?” he asks without judgement, and Desmond winces as he looks back down at his tinkering.

“No, I... I became so used to it that I didn’t think to mention it, and then it had been so long that it was... awkward?” He chuckles nervously at admitting such a weakness, especially when he’s pretty sure this is the longest conversation he’s had with Ezio’s star pupil. He has double blades, for Christ’s sake, despite not being a Master Assassin.

Oh. Is Desmond jealous of Francesco? Hm, something to think about.

“And then you did not want the others gossiping,” Francesco agrees, nodding like that is the obvious conclusion. Desmond still doesn’t relax, but he’s glad he didn’t have to spell that out for him.

Desmond scratches the bridge of his nose awkwardly. “I’m not Master Ezio’s son, but I don’t think any of our siblings would believe me if I tried to tell them that.” And hadn’t finding out his real parentage been an absolute trip; he’s still scarred mentally and physically from it. Which reminds him, he should respond to his mother’s last letter before she begins to worry about him taking too long.

Having a mother to care about him is... still an experience he’s getting used to. It’s only been, what, two years since he found her again?

She had glowed a blue so dark it was almost black, a colour Desmond hadn’t seen even once in either of his lives, or the lives he’d lived in the Animus. He knows she kisses her letters before sending them from the indigo left behind like lipstick.

... Which is also how Desmond found out he had progressed from Eagle Vision to Eagle Sense, which was also the point he realised he hadn’t told Ezio about his EV in the first place.

“I believe you.”

It’s said so simply, Francesco even gives a little shrug, but Desmond whips his head back around and is... absolutely floored. As dehumanised and used as he was in the 21st century, his little jaunt to the past has almost been worse, if he lets himself think about it too hard (and he never does). People don’t just... believe in Desmond. Something must show on his face, because Francesco offers him a tight smile. Then, blessedly, he changes the subject and nods to Desmond’s hands, “What are you working on?”

#real talk tho im so happy you asked about this fic #i haven't worked on it in quite some time just due to shifting fandom interests but i love it to absolute PIECES #and it was good to revisit it again #also love being called a heathen by someone with witch in their user wheeze (/lighthearted /genuine)#savage price #crispy writes #cj answers #wearethewitches #all posts are linked in my masterlist which is my pinned post!#i have an assassins creed sideblog crispybureau!!#yoinking some tags from the last posts:#this whole fic is based on the trope of time travel des not knowing how to lie for shit and people making assumptions #(à la esamastations' study of flight)#except their assumptions turn out to be mostly right #des isn't ezio's kid tho 👀#title from poor isaac by the airborne toxic event #which was my second most-listened-to song last year

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