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Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial using the prompt FFF365 ~ blood on your hands and @fluffbruary July 14 : twig | annual | plant. No spoilers herein. Exploring Freud a little bit.
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Fandom: Medalist
Characters : Tsukasa Akeuraji and Jun Yodaka
Word count : 421
Rating : T and up
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“All objects that represent the length, sticks, tree trunks, umbrellas (the one comparable to the erection!), all elongated and sharp weapons: knives, daggers, pikes, represent the male organ. A common, not quite understandable symbol of the same is the nail file (because of rubbing and scraping?). Cans, boxes, boxes, cabinets, ovens correspond to the woman's body, but also caves, ships and all kinds of vessels.”
—Sigmund Freud, “The Interpretation of Dreams”
Tsukasa wants to touch Jun, but first things first are the eyes.
Intense. Glimmering. Brown eyes that turned golden yellow-green in the dark. Tsukasa loves those eyes. Like an automaton his left hand reaches for Jun’s face. The gold medalist stands on his pedestal like a plant.
Tsukasa pleads for his attention, who’s looking down at him. Jun is silent. Neither he is interested nor he wants to do anything with him. He’s even looking at Tsukasa with disdain.
He’s holding his black skates close to his chest. A white toga covers his naked body. His hair styled backwards highlighting a tuft of his white silver fringe.
Tsukasa’s eyes waters, sniffs. He bends his head down, clutches his own chest, crumpling his white kimono, grabs for the dagger next to him.
“You are the source of my trouble, my pain, and my heartache. I have to free myself from you,” Tsukasa laments.
Jun doesn’t ask why. He accepts the weapon drawn by Tsukasa to his flesh, again and again. Finally, he touches the young man, gripping at Tsukasa’s kimono until he falls over.
“You are crying …” Tsukasa says.
“I am, but so are you, Akeuraji,” Jun answers.
“Why didn’t you fight me?” He whispers to himself. Jun opens his mouth, attempts to say something, but Tsukasa can’t understand him.
Blood on his hands, he drives the knife to his own stomach. As he closes his eyes, he hears someone calling his name.
“Akeuraji, wake up!”
“Hahhhhh…”
“You are crying in your sleep. You were calling my name. Are you all right?” Jun looks at him concerned.
“Yodaka-san!” Tsukasa stares at the man above him. They are lying on the same bed. Outside is still pitch black.
“Yes…” Jun strokes his blonde hair. He’s been wanting to do that ever since he’s seen him at the all Japans competition. “It is all right. Whatever was your dream. It is over.” He assures Tsukasa.
“Y-yeah…” He rubs his eyes while hands reach for him, holding him close.
Summary: John and Sherlock marry without witnesses, church, or state. [This continues Ch. 100, which is short enough to reread if you ... you know. Ch. 103 will be ]
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I grasp Sherlock’s elbows, not his hands, which I watch startle and then settle. In the millisecond before I open my mouth to speak, a hundred memories push in to stop time.
His hands on his violin, on the bow. His calluses, known by touch and by heart.
His hand cuffed to mine in the most terrifying chase of our whole, terror-rich career.
His hands gripping mine when we strain and thrust to melt the boundary between us.
His hands newly scoured by some caustic chemical or other, the small wounds a matter of indifference to him but not to me.
His hands, dexterous as a magician’s (illusionist, John, he’d say impatiently, magic isn’t real), quick and precise as a surgeon’s.
His hands, the unseeing version of those mercurial eyes: both are like no one else’s, hungry for data that they can shuttle to the sense-making organ faster than most people can even register its presence.
read the rest of Ch. 102 on AO3
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The @fluffbruary prompts for June were grove, arbor, and formal, and a glorious patch of crocuses. June blew past me so um here we are.
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Fluffbruary Extended Version Infinifluff. July 14. (Sherlock fandom) Prompts: twig - annual - plant + the image below.
Chapter 5: Blue Seeds
Summary: Sherlock is nowhere to be seen when John ventures downstairs, but he hears some sounds from the scullery. Outside, the landscape is covered in snow, which startles him. He had no idea he would encounter that in this place. He walks into the scullery and when Sherlock realises that John is awake, he seems utterly relieved. John doesn't understand why. He's only been asleep for approximately seven hours, hasn't he?
Oh, hey! Been a minute or seventeen. So if you were following that fluffbruary (2025) fic I was posting, it's now on AO3 in its entirety.
If you're following the links in the posts, here's chapter 27 so you can pick up where you left off.
Guilty as Charged
(20905 words)
Chapters: 28/28
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock (BBC TV 2010)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Additional Tags: fluffbruary's Fluffbruary Prompt Month 2025, Getting Together, greg is traumatized by johnlock, sherlock is a scheming bastard, First Kiss, First Time, Friends to Lovers
Summary:
Greg pops by the Diogenes unexpectedly asking Mycroft to join him for a drink - of stolen liquor. What follows is a series of cosy meetings appointments dates engagements where no one is being entirely honest about what he wants.
The best way to fight paranoia is… sex. If some kinky roleplay, sexy costumes and even a whip are involved… it’s even better!
Also written for the ‘Just for fun’ challenge of of the @Non solo Sherlock - FB multifandom events group
Setting: Season 5 more like towards an alternative Season 6, and it’s the direct sequel of ‘Storm of pleasure’
Pairing: Dair
Written for the @fluffbruary , day 9: leather |luxuriate| basket
Also written for the ‘Just for fun’ challenge of of the @Non solo Sherlock - FB multifandom events group
Prompts ‘Kneel’ by Valentina Marigliani and ‘Light touch’ by Laura Randazzo.
Warning: This is a collection of Dair one shots but they’re not in chronological order
That’s why I won’t post them as chapters but in a separate way, hope you won’t mind; also because it’s not that I’m going to post every single day, like I did during Flufftober ^^’
Important: contrary to the one shots belonging to the “And who am I? That’s one secret I’ll never tell -unless I’m very, very much in love-”XOXO series, these ones belonging to the How to make it work series don’t have any spoiler about who Gossip Girl is (save for a very microscopic hint in ‘What did you call me?!’) so you’re free to think whatever you prefer.
I apologize, English is not my native language, so I hope it doesn’t sound too awful ^^’
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my crazy ideas, everything belongs to the amazing Cecily Von Ziegesar and the TV authors
Our love roars
“Home, sweet home.” Blair sighs contently, as Dan opens the door of his loft. “Well, more like an intermediate stop before home, but still…”
“You know, I was getting quite worried hearing you calling Brooklyn home. Now I do recognize you!” Dan makes her laugh, as he puts his bag on the floor and sits on the bed.
“But you’re the main reason why I play around in Brooklyn so much. Ain’t it enough?” She giggles, kissing him.
“Mm, more than enough.” He smiles against her lips.
“You know, Dan, I really loved all those trips together, they also taught me something important, especially the one in Providence. There’s something I won’t ever forget.”
“The RISD Museum, right? The Decorative Arts galleries were so impressive and so full of…”
Dan interrupts himself when he sees his girlfriend shaking her head.
“Their total lack of good taste in fashion: There were matching that could be okay in what? Twenty years ago, maybe?” Blair comments, still annoyed by the memory.
“To be honest, I’ve noticed that they bought my book, not the way they were dressed.”
“But I did, honey and this has been a sort of revelation: now I know what I have to do.”
“Interesting. Would you mind explaining yourself better?” He urges her, hugging her from behind, as she sits on his lap.
“I’ll talk my mother into letting me create my own clothing line, addressed to girls who live outside the City, at an affordable price, but without sacrificing the good quality.” She informs him, getting up.
“Admirable. Kind of noble, too. There’s only a tiny problem: you don’t happen to be a stylist.” Dan grumbles.
- While my sister is; a stunningly talented one, for the record… but maybe it’s still too soon to cross that bridge!- He ponders.
“Of course I’m not, but a wise person once told me I’m an evil dictator of taste, a dictator who could perfectly lead her team of stylists and tailors, if Mother allowed me to have one.”
“Uh, so am I a wise person now?” Dan smugly smirks, getting up to reach her.
“You’re so many things, Dan Humphrey.” She smiles, kissing him once more.
“I’m also a soon-to-be fired author if I don’t show up to my editors with a new draft… which I’d better start working on, since the meeting is this afternoon.” Dan explains, drawing his laptop out of his bag.
“Good. I’m on my way too, I’ve told you I have a mission. And possibly a direction where to go. Looks like the compass you gave me helped.” She winks at him, as he walks her to the exit.
“Go grab what you deserve, then. Fingers crossed for you.” He cheers.
“Thanks, love.” She crosses the threshold, but turns before he closes the door.
“Huh, Dan?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s good to be back to our routine.”
He stares at her puzzled, as she walks away.
Dan closes the door and goes back to his room.
Routine.
Routine.
Routine.
That word echoes in his mind as he tries his best to ignore it and focus on his job and he’s professional enough to do so.
So, about a couple of hours later, when he’s done with his draft - this time a noir with some historical hints -, Dan is free to let the Paranoia demon eat him from within.
- She said we are back to our routine. Routine as boredom. At least, during my book signing sessions we made love in so many different places. But now that we’re back in New York, she probably thinks that every day with me is just the same. - He lies down on his bed, scratching his head. -Oh, c’mon, she had a history with Mr. Eyes-Wide-Shut; of course she’s growing bored. I must make something up. -
His eyes fall on his Cabbage Patch.
“Hey, Cedric, do you have any ideas to spice things up? And, nope, voyeurism is not an option!”
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Eventually, Dan has managed to move his body from his house, but not his mind from his constant thought, as he approaches the Simon & Schuster headquarters.
And that’s when he notices a sexy-shop not far from there.
He glances at his clock.
It’s twenty to three in the afternoon.
His meeting is at 3:15.
There’s plenty of time.
That’s why he enters the shop and he immediately finds what he’s looking for.
Something that goes even beyond his expectations.
Something that Blair has been asking for a while.
It’s time to please her and also himself.
Of course, it wouldn’t be very professional to go to the meeting with a highly questionable lustful bag, that’s why Dan decides he’s going to retrieve his kinky purchase once he’s done with his editors.
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The meeting went wonderfully, the editors were delighted by his new project; which means that now Dan actually has to write it, although he really has no ideas at the moment.
His mind has been ruled by one thought only which isn’t exactly writing.
He grabs his mobile to send a text message to his girlfriend.
‘Hey, how did it go? Still keeping my finger crossed. XOXO D.’
The answer comes almost instantly, not with a message, but with a phone call.
“Hey, Dan!” She greets him.
“Hi, love, did the meeting already end?”
“More like the meeting never took place. Mother said she was too busy today to hear my ideas, but she’ll find the time tomorrow. And I’m doing some comfort shopping.” Blair replies, as she fumbles through Chanel’s new collection.
“I’m sure that tomorrow is going to be epic. Is it early in the morning?” He tests the waters.
“Nope. She said it’s in the afternoon. Why?”
“Because this way you could spend the night with me and take things slow in the morning. The lazy, cuddling kind of slow.” He murmurs.
“Mm. Sounds so appealing. I’ve told you that you’re the main reason I like hanging around in Brooklyn.” She giggles. “Can we also add one of your awesome hot chocolates?”
“Deal.” He chuckles. “And ordering your favourite gourmet pizza for dinner as we watch some classic movies?”
“You do know me, honey.” She grins.
- Another kind way to tell me that we have nothing but routine? I’ll show you, my dear. - Dan plots.
“Alright. Be at my place at nine o’ clock sharp. Don’t knock, I’ll leave the door open.” He instructs her.
“Oooh, I like that. See you later, honey.” She hangs up.
- Good. This should give me enough time to set everything ready. - Dan muses.
When, right on time Blair opens the door that, just as Dan has announced, it’s not locked, there’s no Dan waiting for her on the other side, as she expected and Dan's shutter is lowered.
“Dan? Are you there?” She walks in the corridor, when she finds out that all the lights are turned off with candles scattered all around.
“Oh!” She exclaims, surprised, even more when she notices a box with a black ribbon on it and a folded sheet.
“‘Dinner can wait, our passion can’t. Knock on my shutter once you’re dressed with what’s in the box. Yours. D’” She reads out loud that note written with his elegant handwriting.
She’s beyond thrilled when she lifts the box lid.
Once she’s ready, she knocks at the shutter and when Dan lifts it up, both stare at each other in awe.
Blair is wearing a super sexy golden, translucent and see-through body suit with long sleeves,with a zip in the middle that can be lowered down to the belly and further more.
There’s golden fur all over the end of the sleeves and the body ends, around the very exposed decoltè line, not to mention the furry hood with lion ears.
"Rooooar!" It’s Blair’s way to greet him, with her manicured hand posing as claws.
When he sees her at first Dan almost drops the whip he’s holding, which is the perfect accessory for his outfit.
He’s wearing black, skinny leather pants with a typical tamer dovetail jacket, red and black, but sleeveless, exposing his well toned forearms and his bare chest.
He also has a black-top hat that fits him to a T.
His nails have black polish and he wears eyeliner. Even his lips seem to be more glossy than usual.
“I know, maybe I have exaggerated. I must look so ridiculous, especially with these stupid leather pants…” Dan grumbles, feeling nervous.
Blair places her index upon his mouth.
“Hush.” She cuts him off. “I beg to differ, my love. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a lioness now.. but I’m so gonna devour you!”
No sooner said than done.
Blair almost aggressively pulls him closer, grabbing the golden gold-fringed epaulettes of his jacket and smashes her lips against his; her body pressed against his leathery crotch, letting him know how much she’s eager to establish a closer contact.
He kisses her back with the same craving, his hands cupping her boobs through the unusual fabric.
“Mm. Your lips tastes like blackberries. I like it.” She murmurs against his mouth, before deepening their kiss.
Their devouring kisses go on for a while, but when Blair opens her eyes again she notices something she hadn’t seen before.
On the shelf there’s Cedric with a little strap of black satin tied around his eyes and ears.
“Did you really blindfold Cedric?”
Dan nods.
“You know, just to get in the mood..”
“Are you going to blindfold me, too?” She asks him, as she toys with his epaulettes.
“Only if you ask nicely…” Dan replies, cracking the whip on the floor for emphasis.
Blair bites her lower lip, even more turned on.
“Actually, nope. Save the blindfold for another time, honey. I really like what I'm seeing and I’d like to keep watching it!” She licks his cheek.
“See? There’s not only books or DVDs in my shopping basket.” He smirks, kissing her again.
“Ohh, I definitely approve of this kind of purchase.” She slowly passes her tongue on her upper lip. “Why didn’t you put on eyeliner before? You were really born to wear it, Dan…”
“Ah-ah. I’m only Mr. Tamer now and you’d better remember that.” He cracks his whips again.
Blair shivers in anticipation. Dan’s tone became so authoritarian.
He’s definitely stepped into the role.
“So, Mr. Tamer, am I supposed to have a name too or I’m just Lioness?”
“Of course you have a name. I thought about something wild and exotical: Marishka!” He reveals.
“Ohhh, like one of Dracula's brides in ‘Van Helsing’, I like it.” She grins. “Although, c’mon, I’m clearly more like Verona!”
“Do you really want to argue about that right now?” He counters.
“Oh no, Mr. Tamer. I beg your pardon. I only want to please you.”
“Right choice, Marishka. Now jump on my bed, chop-chop!” He crackles the whip on the floor twice.
She complies, waiting for his next move.
He walks closer to her, while standing.
“Kneel, Marishka.” He instructs her.
She stares at him, full of expectations, especially when he takes some steps even closer.
“Undo my pants.”
She unbuttons his pants, finding a pleasant surprise: no boxers underneath.
“Oh, Mr. Tamer, you’re so naughty!” She begins to caress his cock, with a light touch that makes it progressively hard.
“Oooh, you’re so good, Marishka.” He moans, as he lowers her hood and sinks his hand into her hair.
She begins placing soft kisses on the tip of his harder and harder cock.
She plays with it with her tongue, making it her lollipop.
He grunts in pleasure, waiting for more.
She balances herself grabbing his hips.
“Mr. Tamer, is there any chance you can keep your pants on? Leather does suit you so damn much…” She purrs directly against his cock, giving him a new very pleasant sensation.
“Granted.” He agrees as he sees his own cock disappear in her mouth, inch after inch, and then slowly surface and disappear once more.
“And the top hat, too, you’re so hot with that on.” She requires, after freeing his cock with a popping sound, as with one hand she takes good care of his balls.
“Anything you want, Marishka. As long as you don’t stop.”
She goes on, alternating licking, sucking and even tiny bites, as unexpected as appreciated.
“Oh, God, I’m so clooose.. just a tad faster...” He urges her, now with both of his hands pushing her head against him, but well aware she won’t choke.
One last squeeze is what he needs to finally come like warm champagne.
And she enjoys her reward, without wasting even one single drop.
As he recovers, she lays down on the mattress, inviting him with her lustful gaze.
“Care to join me, Mr. Tamer? Marishka feels kind of lonely here on her own.” She meows, playing with the long tail at the end of the bodysuit.
He literally jumps on her, kissing her and tasting himself, without any shame.
After all, when it’s about love, intimacy, passion and mutual complicity there’s really no room for any kind of shame.
He descends on her neck, sucking the skin harder and harder, marking her as his, as he does also right above her breasts.
“Uhm, Mr. Tamer, kiss me once more, I wanna get lost in your eyelinered eyes.”
He pleases her, as they kiss with their eyes open.
“And I’d really like to have your oh-so sexy black polished hands all over me…”
He pleases her, tracing her shoulders, forearms and arms, playing with the fur on her wrists and on her highly exposed decoltè.
He fidgets with the zipper, lowering it bit by bit, exposing more and more skin in the process.
He frees the upper part of her body from that fabric that now is beginning to feel too suffocating against her skin.
But he plays a lot with the tail, tickling her nose, abs and legs, before finally getting rid of her whole outfit.
“Hope you won’t mind if I take off at least the jacket…” He says and she nods, helping him with that.
He places little kisses on her pussy, but nothing more.
He wants her to beg him and she doesn’t make him wait for that any longer.
“Mr. Tamer, I need you.” She whispers, her legs parted, her eyes pleading.
However, he prefers to concentrate on her bare feet, massaging them, kissing and licking her ankles.
Delighful as fuck, of course, but not what she’s asking for.
“You need me to do what?” He teases her.
“I need you inside me. Please, Mr. Tamer…”
He kisses her way from her navel to her mouth, as his left hand lands on her core, two fingers exploring her, testing how ready she already is for him.
“More…” She begs, biting his lower lip.
He adds a third finger, twisting them in a way that drives her crazy.
Her panting, gradually increasing until the point she almost forgets how to correctly breathe.
His cock, hardening with pride as she reaches her first orgasm of that night.
“‘I may be the Tamer now, and yet I'm the one who wants to jump into your circle of fire!” He smirks, parting his legs more as he gets ready to penetrate her.
She abruptly switches positions , ending on top of him.
Dan grabs the whip and cracks it three times on the other side of the bed.
“Back off, Marishka. Lay down!” He orders, very bossy.
Something that makes Blair even more horny, if possible.
She pleases him, waiting for his next move.
He crawls upon her, with a victory smile plastered on his face.
“I’ve told you that I would have tamed you.”
“Oh, c’mon, you can’t be serious. Not about this!” She growls like a proper lioness, wriggling under his weight, but it’s useless.
“Especially about this!” He sneers, stretching her arms behind her head, then he grabs the whip and wraps it around her wrists a couple of times, holding the handle.
Of course, it’s not tight enough to hurt her, but enough to prevent her from switching roles again.
“I promise it’s gonna be worth it, I know what I’m doing. You’re gonna like it, a lot.” He murmurs, kissing her, as his free hand teases her core once more.
“Mm..” She moans.
Blair is liking the premises for sure.
Dan parts from her mouth, arching back, his fingers still working their magic.
“Do you want something even more satisfying than my hand?” He rhetorically asks her.
“Yessss!” She hisses, jolting when he retrieves his hand.
“And do you want it now?” He goes on, grabbing his hard cock as she spontaneously parts her thighs even wider.
“Yeeesss!”
“Even from this position?”
“Fuck me. Tame me. Just do something!” She urges him, pleased only when she feels him finally entering her.
Slowly, painfully slowly, at first.
- The cocky bastard is going to pay for all of this… Oh, god!- Blair already plots her revenge, but then he increases his pace, harder and faster, using both of his hands to lift her legs from behind the hollows of her knees to push even deeper.
Sending her to oblivion.
Not to mention how much she loves the contact with his leather pants and the noise they’re making.
Of course, now that he’s using both of his hands she could easily break free from the loosened whip and switch roles again, but it’s just the last of her thoughts.
- Stupid me for not allowing him to do that to me months before!- She reproaches herself.
She doesn't blame him if due to the frantic rhythm the tophat slipped from his head.
Quite the contrary, she loves to see his now sweat curly hair getting messier and messier.
“This is not one of Mr. Tamer’s orders, this is simply Dan… Tell me you love me, Blair!” He moans, staring at her as he keeps riding her.
His eyeliner now is all smeared.
And yet he’s never seemed more beautiful than this to her.
“Of course, I love you, Dan, I love you so much!” She smiles at him, welcoming every one of his thrusts.
“Good, because I love you so, so much, too, Blair.” He whispers.
“Can I break free now? I promise I won’t play any tricks.” She stares at him with a gaze that can’t lie.
“Granted.” He nods. “But only if you finally let me get rid of these damn things. They’re setting my legs on fire!” He makes her giggle.
“Deal.” She allows him to take his leather pants off.
Once she can move her arms again, she uses them to grab his shoulders and pull him closer for a demanding kiss, as she sinks her hands into his hair.
He slides inside her once more and she holds him closer, pressing him against her, scratching his back in the process, leaving tiny long red lines.
Something that Dan didn’t expect and makes him hiss in pleasure.
“Do it again. Harder.” Is Dan’s even more unexpected request.
Blair pleases him, sinking her nails deeper in his skin.
It’s probably the last thing he needed to finally come, shortly after Blair, and release inside her.
Blair takes the pill, that’s why she can enjoy the moment without any trouble.
“Okay, this was incredible and anything… but now I really need a shower.” She pushes him away, heading to the bathroom.
“Me, too.” Dan mumbles, getting up after he recovered. “Would you mind if we take one together?”
She grabs his hand, drawing him with her.
“It’s the only kind of shower I would accept.” She winks at him.
Once they’re both clean and dried, wearing only their underwear, Dan and Blair go back to bed, enjoying the pizza that Dan ordered.
Blair heads towards the shelf, grabbing Cedric and undoing the little blindfold around his head.
“This is surely something that Cedric can see without scandalizing his Cabbage Patch eyes.” She says, coming back to Dan’s waiting arms for some quality cuddling time.
“Before you ask, I know that in your bag you put your pajamas and everything, but you can find one of my old T-shirts under the pillow.” Dan informs her.
“Oh, you do know me, Humphrey!” She grins, taking the T-shirt, wearing it and snuggling closer to him once more.
“Hell yeah, I do. As I know that whenever you mention routine is not a good sign at all.” He confesses.
Blair parts from him to stare at him better.
“That’s it. That’s why you created all this!” She figures out. “I mean, I really appreciated that, it’s so good to discover a wild side of you that I ignored, but… it wasn’t necessary.”
Dan stares at her puzzled.
“It wasn’t?! You deliberately said you were getting bored with me, so I…”
Blair silences him with a kiss.
“Hush, honey and listen to me: probably you’ve never searched for the definition of ‘routine’ in my vocabulary, haven't you?" She giggles. “Let me enlighten you: to me ‘routine’ means safety, comfort. Two souls that recognize each other as equals. The feeling of always being at ease. Something to achieve for the rest of our life.”
“Oh.” It’s all Dan manages to say, mesmerized.
“Yeah, Dan. Oh. So, if you think about it, routine is maybe the sexiest word ever.” She smiles at him, entwining her fingers with his.
“I’ve been an idiot.” Dan sighs.
“Oh, I beg to differ: I really, really enjoyed my time with Mr. Tamer; I hope this is not the only time he shows up.” She makes him smile.
“Trust me, my dear, he can’t wait to have another fiery rendez-vous with Marishka. He’ll treasure her claws as a precious souvenir.” He reminds her how passionate she was.
“It seems that you don’t mind a little pain. We should do something about it.”
Dan questions her, full of expectations.
“What is your plan?”
“I still don’t know, but now that the kinky gate has been opened… brace yourself, Humphrey!” She winks at him. “However, what I was trying to say is that… of course, I’m up for any kind of wild, sexy games with you, but … even quiet days, spent to read books, or watching movies, or taking some walks, are perfectly fine, because it’s a day I’m sharing with you, Dan Humphrey. I love you.”
“Oh, Blair.” He kisses her, almost touched. “However, I think we have a big problem if you turn out to be the most romantic between us.” He makes her laugh.
“I know. Well, feel free to use some of my speeches in your next sappy, cheesy novel!”
“Hey!” He acts insulted, but then he smiles. “Here’s the Blair Waldorf I know and love!”
They kiss again, before laying down to get some sleep.
“Dan?” She whispers in the dark, caressing his chest as he holds her close.
“Mm?” He lazily replies, his eyes already closed, but still awake enough to hear her.
“Next time your stupid paranoia plays some tricks on you, just luxuriate in this certainty: whatever we do, our love doesn’t shyly meow. Our love roars.”
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THE END
Notes:
So, did you like Mr. Tamer and Marishka?
I had just plotted the roleplay, but the names came out of the blue, it’s something ‘these’ Dan and Blair decided on their own (and I adore listening to them XD).
After all, if they watched ‘Rosemary’s baby’ I can easily picture them to be thrilled by a movie like ‘Van Helsing’ ;P
About Dan’s make up, I know it’s already happened in ‘You’re not even trying’, but I couldn't resist, and as I always say, blame Penn and his oh-so-dangerous ‘Touch’ MOTHXR video.
About the lion tamer kink, it’s something Blair was waiting for since ‘This is not what we agreed to!’ (that’s why I love writing series so so much, everything can be the prompt for something else ;P ) , it was time to make her happy ;P
And since I probably suck with descriptions, this is how they were dressed:
Blair:
Dan (upper part of pic 1, lower part of pic 2)
So, however it goes (A.K.A. tragically, since I rarely get feedback/hearts, LOL) I’m happy for writing this little smutty and fluffy thing ;P
See ya next time (which could or couldn’t lead to … Mistress Blair? I didn’t say anything!)
Winterhawk, 2012 Tower fic, 100 words exactly. This drabble was partially inspired by the prompts from @fluffbruary's June 14 picture prompt of little purple flowers, which sparked the Winterhawk theme, but I couldn't get them to fit in the drabble itself. (Sorry, Fluffbruary, I tried.) It does, however, meet the requirements for the following:
@societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles (Play that Funky Music--"so much better");
@swoon-june (Only One Bed/Crush);
@juneofdoom ("You'll have to do better than that.").
Summary:
Clint and Bucky have a very interesting way of working out sleeping arrangements.
"Why are they sparring now?" asks Steve, bewildered. "They were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago."
"It's for who gets the one bed on the stakeout," explains Natasha, amused.
"You'll have to do better than that, Barton!" yells Bucky, delighted, and swings his arm at Clint's head.
"What one bed? It's a two-bedroom apartment."
"Also they've been harboring unrequited crushes on each other for the last two months," adds Natasha.
"Oh, that is so much better," laughs Clint as Bucky body-slams him.
"Uh-huh," says Steve. "You know, I think they need a smaller apartment on that stakeout."
"Yup," agrees Natasha.
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Fluffbruary Extended Version Infinifluff. June 14. (Sherlock fandom) Prompts: grove - arbour - formal + the image below.
Chapter 4: The Former British Government
Summary: For the first time since John arrived, the weather changes. It looks as if a storm is approaching. When Sherlock informs him that this has everything to do with his brother's predestined arrival, John doesn't believe him. Surely, dark clouds and the probable thunderstorm aren't signs of a human appearing at their doorstep?
For @fluffbruary using May 14 : grow | shrub | soil
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“Did you bring your own skates?”
Shocked, Tsukasa gazed at the beautiful silhouette of the man standing behind the Japanese-styled round window highlighted by the power of the moon.
“N-no… I didn’t intend to…”
“What’s your shoe size? You primarily have ice-dancing skates, right? You have a specific brand? Riedell?”
“I… have size 29. Riedell is fine.”
“Good. Wait here.”
Jun stepped out from the apartment leaving Tsukasa dumbfounded. When did he say yes to Jun?
He brought an unopened box of skating shoes when he came back plus an extra pair of unused black spandex gloves.
“I noticed that you used Riedell when you were competing.”
Huh?
“Mr. Yodaka, I don’t remember saying I’d join you on the rink.”
“Schinichiro always does. Assuming that you’d bring me there right now?”
”I will… but…”
“Take this as a lesson. Your pupil is having difficulty with triple lutzes and flips. Am I right?”
“Yeah… but…”
“I don’t care about your student. Sure, she could still grow as an athlete. I admit. But I do care about my opponent’s performance.”
Summary: Dan knows that Blair is afraid of thunderstorms; but he also knows what to do…
Written for the @fluffbruary , day 8: furtive | thunderstorm | whimsy
Notes:
Setting: Season 5 more like towards an alternative Season 6, and it’s the sequel of ‘This is not what we agreed to!’
Pairing: Dair
Written for the Fluffbruary , day 8: furtive | thunderstorm | whimsy
Warning: This is a collection of Dair one shots but they’re not in chronological order
That’s why I won’t post them as chapters but in a separate way, hope you won’t mind; also because it’s not that I’m going to post every single day, like I did during Flufftober ^^’
I apologize, English is not my native language, so I hope it doesn’t sound too awful ^^’
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my crazy ideas, everything belongs to the amazing Cecily Von Ziegesar and the TV authors
Storm of pleasure
“This day is going to suck from the beginning to the end!” Blair scoffs, closing the laptop she’s holding on her crossed legs, as she sits on the bed.
The tone of her voice, the abrupt gesture, and maybe even the fact that she threw the closed laptop on Dan’s chest wakes her boyfriend up.
“Ouch! What happened to the ‘good morning, my love’ kiss?” He complains, sitting up.
“Traitors don’t get anything like that!” She snaps, getting up from the bed.
“Okay, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you!” Dan scoffs, insulted, as he follows her example, but he also goes to the bathroom, getting ready for the day.
“In which way would I be a traitor?” He returns to the topic, once he’s done, as he buttons up his shirt.
His hair is still freshly showered.
“Didn’t you pretend you hadn’t heard?” Blair strikes back.
Dan glares at her, as he puts on his jacket, too.
“Well, to answer your question, this is a perfect start to being a traitor!” She grumbles, taking his already packed bag and dragging it to the threshold.
“See? This way I don’t have to go back to my place, which means more time to spend with you.” He smirks, leaning closer to her, but ends up kissing the ID document she draws from his bag’s external pocket.
“If you didn’t have to leave, there would be plenty of time to spend with me!” She holds it against him.
“Blair, I’m not going on a fun trip, it’s work. It’s my job!” Dan tries to reason with her.
“Well. You weren’t supposed to be so quick to finish your new book and have it already published!” She growls, throwing a pillow that he dodges in time, as he steps closer to her.
“And you weren’t supposed to make me feel so good and inspired that I could finish it with so little effort!” He murmurs, bending on her, but also keeping her wrists blocked, before she can grab anything else as a barrier between them.
He kisses her and she surrenders to him, pretty soon.
“Mm.. nice, but don’t forget I’m still very mad at you!” She retorts, parting from him.
“So mad you won’t come along to the airport?” He pouts.
“And miss the opportunity of saying goodbye to you, ‘Casablanca’ style?”
Dan chuckles.
“Blair. You know that I just have to take a flight to Boston and I'll be back in five days. Right?”
His girlfriend tugs his collar shirt.
“Don’t you dare spoil the cinematographic drama, Humphrey!”
“Too bad I left my Humphrey Bogart hat at home.”
“Liar; you don’t have any Humphrey Bogart hat.”
-And now I know what to buy to you for Christmas!-
“However, ‘Casablanca’ style or not, we’re going to be late if we don’t hurry up. I’m still wearing my pajamas!” Blair notices, heading towards the bathroom.
Dan takes advantage of that to take his bag downstairs
“Quick, Lonely Boy, come here!” Dorota calls him in a whisper.
Dan obeys, questioning her with his look.
“I only have the time that Miss Blair’s shower will take for this. Let’s go in the kitchen, I made your favourite eggs and toasted bread with your favourite jam. Miss Blair is so mad at you that she won’t allow you to eat breakfast with her, but I can’t allow you to face a flight empty-bellied.” The domestic winks at him.
“Thank you, Dorota, I didn’t know I had a second mother.” Dan starts to eat, but notices how Dorota is glaring at him. “Or rather a caring, very young big sister.”
“That’s better.” She grins as he takes the first forkful of overeasy egg. “Now eat fast, I’ll have to trash the evidence before she arrives.”
“Do you have any idea why she’s so … I don’t know how to say it correctly… Pretty much impossible?” Dan dares to ask, as he keeps eating.
“Didn’t you check the weather forecast? You’re lucky that you’re leaving on such a sunny day, but tonight they say there’s a thunderstorm coming. A very violent one.” Dorota informs him.
“Oh. Now everything makes sense.” Dan acknowledges. “That’s what she was checking this morning on her laptop.”
If Dan has learned something more about Blair in these few months together is that stormy nights scare the hell out of her.
“And I’m leaving her alone, facing this, of course she’s so pissed off!” He figures out, smearing the jam on the bread.
“Well, it’s not that you can predict weather weeks before making plans.” Dorota justifies him.
“And I can’t even make a change in my plans. I can’t skip not even a book signing session this time, otherwise my Publishing House will destroy me…” Dan grumbles, as he finishes eating. “But I could…”
“You could what, Lonely Boy?” Dorota asks him, great expectations in her eyes.
Dan smirks.
“Dorota, will you do a little favour to me?”
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About ten minutes later, when every trace of Dan’s food has been cleaned, Blair reaches him in the kitchen.
“Woah! If you are trying to make it harder and harder for me to leave you, mission accomplished!” Dan welcomes her, admiring Blair in her ruffled layered watercolor effect long dress, where green mint and creamy melt in perfect harmony.
To complete her flawless outfit, there’s a very Ingrid Bergman style hat that she’s holding in her hand.
“But you’re leaving anyway, so there's no chance your words can butter me up.” She retorts, sitting at the table and grabbing a slice of toasted bread. “And speaking of butter, now I’ll have breakfast; you’re allowed to sit here and watch.”
“Oh, your cruelty is limitless.” Dan pretends to complain, his Drama Queen attitude at its greatest extent.
Hidden from Blair, Dan and Dorota exchange an understanding gaze.
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“It amazes me how there's the fast track, but not the traitors one; otherwise you’d be already inside the airplane!” Blair grumbles, as they're waiting for the gate number to appear on the screen.
“Ah-ah, very funny.” Dan rolls his eyes. “Would you mind change this leitmotiv, at least for half an hour?”
“I’m afraid I can’t, especially if I consider you a traitor twice.” She retorts.
“Twice?” He frowns.
“Yeah. Weren’t we supposed to grow together in our relationship? Then how do you dare have so much success, so fast, leaving me so far behind?” She groans.
Once again, she’s exposing all her insecurities to him.
“Oh, Blair.” Dan murmurs, hugging her tight. “You’re my Muse. My success is yours, as well.”
“But I can’t get content with a success by extension, I need to shine on my own!” She protests, her face hidden in the crook of his neck.
He puts his hands on her shoulders and pushes her a little, for her to look directly at him.
“And you will, my love. The moment you figure out what you really want and go straight for it; no one will stand a chance.” He assures her. “You’re going to conquer it all.”
“Do you really think so?” Blair wonders, her eyes a little teary.
“I’m sure, as I’m sure that that moment is getting closer and closer.” He smiles sweetly at her, fixing her hat on her head better.
“Maybe you’re right, I just need to find my way.” She smiles back.
“Don’t forget you’ve been a Princess; that’s worthy of taking a whole year off!” He makes her laugh.
“And please note how more mature I became about the whole matter; to begin with I didn’t steal your ID from your bag.” She makes him laugh. “Neither did I make any phone call to your signing location in Boston, calling in a bomb threat to alert security.”
“Oh, I’m more and more impressed.” He chuckles. “And you won’t throw a fit if the press publishes an article that praises my newest work, right?”
“Right.” She chews on her lips. “But the article should first focus on the fact that you’re a traitor, still wanting to leave me even after I confessed how bad I’m feeling about it.”
- Not to mention the thunderstorm that’s approaching!- She adds in her mind.
“But… I’ve also comforted you about it and cheered you up.” Dan makes her notice.
“Yeah, but I guess that former Princesses get the right to remain moody as much as they please!” She glares at him. “Which doesn’t mean I’m not gonna spend as much time as possible with my boyfriend. I don’t regret asking in advance for that gate pass.”
“There’s no mood of yours that can’t prevent me from enjoying your company.” He grins.
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According to Blair’s plans, their ‘see ya soon’ kiss before the boarding moment has been so iconic that it could shame many modern and classic Hollywood romcoms.
Her hat probably made the difference.
And as Blair watches from the big windows of the gate the airplane flying high in the sky, knowing it’s Dan’s, she can’t help sighing unhappily.
She finds some sort of consolation in booking a whole afternoon in her favorite spa.
She really needs to cuddle herself.
However, all the relaxation she manages to channel during that afternoon instantly fades away with the first thunder of that night.
She’s alone in her bedroom, trying to bury her head under the pillows, but it’s not working.
Fearing that she could get stuck outside in the middle of the storm, Blair preferred to remain home all night long.
After all, she couldn't have foreseen that the thunderstorm would begin just a little after midnight.
She tries to distract herself watching a movie, reading a book, listening to music, but nothing seems to work.
- Maybe some lavender tea will do the miracle. - She decides, going downstairs.
That’s when she hears some strange, disquieting noises coming from the front door.
She knows her house so well that she can easily move in the almost complete dark.
“Get the hell out of my house!” She snaps.
“Blair, calm down, it’s me!” Dan pleads, as a lighting lights his face up.
“Dan?” She narrows her eyes at him, turning the lights on in the process.
“Yep, it’s me. So, please, can you put that tea strainer down?” He replies. “Oh, wait, in which world is that supposed to be a weapon?”
But she’s still too shocked to notice his usual sarcasm.
“Dan?” Blair asks him once more.
- I should have read the box better; maybe lavender tea can cause hallucinations… -
Right at that moment, a very violent thunder makes her yelp.
Dan rushes to her.
“Yeah, I’m here, my love. Dorota told me about the storm, and also gave me a copy of the keys. I just couldn’t let you face all this alone.” He explains, holding her in his arms.
“I was alone, indeed. My mother and Cyrus left yesterday for their umpteenth holiday together. Dorota is with Vanya, taking care of their babies…”
“I knew that, too. One more reason to be here with you.” Dan nods.
“And, despite the heart attack I was about to have at the beginning, when I caught a glimpse of you getting in, in such a furtive way; I really appreciate this surprise, honey, but…” she mumbles, parting from him. “You’re drenched to the bone!”
“That’s what happens when you get off the cab halfway through, because due to the traffic it’s taking too long, and you run outside in the middle of the storm.”
Blair stares at him, very impressed.
“Oh. Come with me, before you catch the flu.” She brings him upstairs in her bedroom.
“I just wonder…how? Weren’t you supposed to have your fansign in Boston?” She asks him as she helps him get rid of his drenched coat and jacket.
“And I did; and hundreds of people came to me, not just a few dozen, like last time.“ He gloats, still very thrilled. “So I made my Publishing House happy and after the meeting I was free to do whatever I wanted, such as coming back to you.” He smiles, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Just how? Due to the weather there is no flight available to or from New York…” Blair makes him notice as she takes his clean clothes.
“And there was none, indeed; but, lucky for us, trains are the only few things who don’t stop working on rainy, stormy days; so I just needed a cab to take me to Massachusetts where there’s a train heading here in a little more than three hours.” He astonishes her with his answer.
“You’re crazy!” She tries to reproach him, but the truth is that she can’t help smiling at him.
“Yeah. For you.” He displays a crooked smile, before kissing her shortly. “Now, do you want to join me in the shower or prefer to wait in your room, among lightning, flashes, harsh wind and thunder?”
As he’s finishing his rhetorical question a thunder rumbles, making Blair take her clothes off in record time and follow Dan on the shower who’s big enough for two.
Once Dan adjusts the water at the right temperature, they both stay under the fixed shower head, as they kiss, Blair arms wrapped around his neck as he gently holds her waist.
Blair stretches her hand long enough to grab the L’Occitane Almond shower oil.
She puts some on her and Dan’s hands and then both smear it on each other’s body, with slow, sensual caresses.
When Blair’s hand reaches Dan’s lap, it goes on without saying that he’s already enjoying those attentions a lot.
A thunder, a bit more violent than the others, abruptly breaks that idyllic moment.
Blair jolts, standing on her tiptoes, and being so close to Dan the consequence can be one only.
“Oh.” escapes from Dan’s lips.
“I’m sorry.” Blair murmurs, sheepishly.
“Oh, c’mon, Blair, are you really apologizing?” Dan chuckles, holding her closer and enjoying the sensation of being within her as if it was the first time.
“Mm.. I am not, really. I’ll tell you more. I guess I’m finding something pleasant about thunderstorms…” She moans, kissing him as she welcomes his increasing thrusts.
“I love you!” Blair exclaims, reaching her first orgasm of that night.
Dan chuckles.
“What?” Blair glances at him, with curiosity as they part.
“You said it the first time during fireworks and the second time now, during the roar of thunder… You have the tendency to say that only when I can’t fully hear you.”
“But I’m saying that and I mean it. Isn’t it enough?” She strikes back.
Dan smiles oh so sweetly, staring at her with the most loved-up glance ever.
“Of course it is, my love.” He whispers, pulling her closer. “More than you could ever guess.”
And then his lips are glued to hers for the umpteenth time.
“About your fear of the thunderstorm… This triggers in me an idea to help you. Something a little whimsy but I’m sure it could work.” He whispers in her ear, mysteriously.
“Oh. I like whimsy. Tell me more.” She urges him.
“Let’s finish our shower first.” He suggests.
Once they’re clean and dry, both wearing a bathrobe and Blair with a towel wrapped around her head, as a turban, they move on her bed.
Outside, the violent storm shows no sign of abating and Blair keeps staring at the window, scared.
Dan places his index under Blair’s chin, for her to look at him.
“Blair, my love, don’t focus so much on the storm.” He advises her.
She scoffs.
“Yeah, right, brilliant! Don’t focus on the storm. How did I not think about it before?” She resorts to all her bitter sarcasm. “Oh!”
Dan undid the belt of her bathrobe while she was busy talking, and now his hand is caressing her vagina, his fingertips softly massaging that oh sensitive spot.
No intrusion yet.
“Focus instead on all the pleasure I’m going to give to you,” Dan goes on, his voice so soothing, his caresses so delicate, so patient.
“Mm…” She starts relaxing.
“And on the pleasure you’re going to give me.” Dan adds, using his free hand to take Blair’s one and bringing it onto the belt of his bathrobe.
“Oh. Do you mean at the same time?” She asks him as she undoes his belt.
Dan just nods.
“But… we have never done such a thing before…” She makes him notice, as her hand is already awakening his resting cock.
“I do know. What’s more perfect than a wild, stormy night to try?” He winks at her as his hands trace her inner thighs.
Blair bits her lower lip as she cups his cock in a fist, feeling it getting immediately hard for her.
At the same moment Dan inserts his middle finger inside her, slowly, exploring.
Her hand starts to slowly move up and down, drawing a low moan out of Dan’ lips.
His finger pushes inside her and out, constantly, increasing the rhythm, before adding his index.
“Oh god, Dan, don’t stoooop….” Blair pleads, her other hand taking good care of his balls, too.
“Only if you dooon’t stop.” He jolts, enjoying all the sensations.
Their eyes locked, both studying the powerful effect they have on each other.
“Can you still hear the thunderings, Blair?” He asks her,as he pants, inserting his ring finger, too.
Even more when her skillful hands make him come as well.
They both pant for a while, before kissing, so needy, so hungry.
“I love you, Blair.” He murmurs against her lips, making her smile wider.
They rest for a while, tenderly cuddling.
They fall asleep like that, without even realizing it.
It’s Blair who wakes up first, around sunrise.
She stirs, in a way that wakes up Dan as well.
He smiles at her, keeping silent.
“You know, Dan, Chuck didn’t want me around during thunderstorms…” she decides to confess, as she plays with his hair.
“Really?” He frowns, caressing her legs.
“Yeah, he said he couldn’t stand that too weak, childish side of me; surely not worthy of the strong woman the mighty Chuck Bass needed by his side…” she grumbles.
“I can’t find any remedy to Chuck’s stupidity, but surely I’ve just found one more reason to love thunderstorms.” He chuckles, kissing her temple.
“I found one reason to start to like thunderstorms a bit more, especially how we managed to turn it into a storm of pleasure.” She kisses him.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” Dan recalls something, getting up from the bed.
“What?” Blair wonders, as she observes him reaching his bag.
“When I was at the Boston Duty Free, I saw something that instantly made me think of you.” He hands her a little package.
“Aww. A gift.” She beams.
“You keep saying you still have to find your way…” He explains, as she opens it.
“So… you’ve bought me a compass.” She giggles, as she stares at the round, silver object in her hand.
“I know, it’s stupid, but it’s just a little thing to make you smile…” He shrugs, sheepishly.
“Can you hear outside? The storm is over now. No more noises covering my voice…” She winks at him, filling him with expectations. “I love you, Dan Humphrey. I may still have to figure out which my way is, but I know for sure with him I want to walk it with.”
“Oh, Blair.” He bends on her, kissing her.
“Now I can head towards my train a lot happier.” He smiles, as he starts to dress.
“Oh. So are you already leaving?”
“Well, if I catch the next train I can still be on time on my schedule and reach Worcester in the afternoon.” He explains.
“So, which are the next stages of your book signings?” Blair asks him casually, getting up from the bed as well.
“After Worcester, Springfield, Hartford and Providence… Why?”
“Because, all of a sudden these places sound so much more appealing than all the events I could take part in here… Worcester included.” She reveals, before going to the bathroom to dry her hair better.
Dan’s face lights up.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I’m saying that you should buy two train tickets and help me pack my stuff as I’m getting ready here…” Blair winks at him, as she combs her hair.
“Alright. And Blair?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve checked the weather forecast over there and it’s gonna be all sunny and cloudless.” Dan informs her, as he takes her rolling suitcase.
“Good to know,” She pokes her head out of the door. “But we can always pretend there’s a thunderstorm!”
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THE END
Notes:
The whole ‘Blair is afraid of thunderstorms’ is a pure headcanon, popped out from nowhere, mainly suggested by one of the prompts.
I need more rewatches of GG, but so far I don’t recall any particular scene with a thunderstorm…. So, why not?
Even more if it’s for Dair’s sake, LOL.
Instead, an headcanon I truly believe in is that ‘The Monarch’ (the next Dan’s novel which Chuck caused the plagiarism issue to) got finally published, the series was never clear about it… however, the promotion I’m talking about here is for that book (and it’s even in my ‘Spotted: YOU’ crossover)
It was supposed to be a really short, fast little thing of nothing more than 1k words… but then stuff happened ^^’
Hope you won’t mind.
If you happened to enjoy it, pleeease, show me ^^'
But thanks anyway for reading, if you did.
A/N: This didn't turn out as fluffy as i had hoped. Sorry. Please excuse the spelling mistakes.
For Fluffbruary event ( @fluffbruary )
Prompts: ferns | branch | bloom
14th April, 2026
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The sweet fragrance of flowers lingered in the air. The branches swayed lightly in the breeze. A man stood outside the door.
When he was welcomed inside the house, and directed to the room. He stood there in silence; preparing his heart.
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The knock on the door startled you.
"Who?"
"It is me...", there was a brief pause, "Tauxolouve".
"Come in."
His prolonged anxiousness, gradually departed from his heart; as you looked up and smiled.
"Why are you still standing? Please sit down."
He sat on the other chair; next to you. "I see you are going to the lake." You said noticing his bag.
He lips curled up faintly, "Yes."
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Diverging from the path, you two entered the forest.
Sitting under the shade of a tree, you looked around yourself. The forest truly has grown and changed with time. The trees of old, stood proudly alongside one another.
Tauxolouve sat beneath another tree. And became occupied with setting the canvas and arranging the paints. Your gaze lingered on him, carefully observing his every move.
He looked up suddenly, and your eyes met. A hint of a slight smirk appeared on his face. You looked away immediately.
Eyes focused at the open book, in deep concentration, you leaned your head against the tree. Your hair moved against your shoulders, as the breeze caressed your face. Lips parted slightly, as you turned to the next page. He watched in silence. The paint brush remained still against the canvas. Perhaps time truly halted in your presence.
He gazed at the white rose, which was still present in his bag; since that very day of your meeting. And he carried it with himself, everytime he went out. Had he turned himself into a teenager? That thought brought a smile to his face. After all these years spent alone, has he truly started believing at the possibility of fate smiling at him?
"Tauxolouve?"
His gaze holding a strange sense of sorrow, as he looked at you. You wished to go to him and comfort him somehow.
You wished to know what troubled him so much but the moment passed and the reassuring smile appeared once again as he noticed your gaze on him.
"Are you alright?"
He wished to tell you all was well, but the words felt hollow on his tongue. Could you not give yourself a chance? His heart pleaded.
The thought of rejection did not hurt him as much as the thought of losing your friendship. How could he lose you?
"Tauxolouve, look at me." You took his hand in yours.
"I..."
You waited for him to continue.
"Will you go out with me?" He sighed, an intense sense of regret spread through his whole body. He looked at the ground, waiting for the rejection to arrive.
"Yes."
He looked up sharply. His gaze softened as he saw the earnest expression in your eyes.
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Your hands brushed against each other. Slowly you wrapped your fingers around his, feeling the warmth spread across your cold fingers. The smile appeared once again, this time brighter than usual. No traces of the former sorrows could be found in his eyes; the stars within them shore brightly. He placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. "Thank you." He wishpered.
