loved that version as well, but I was more so picturing one of them falling off a boat or like slipping with a fish
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“Say cheese!” Will shouts, then collapses in laughter. Beside Gabe, Celebrini is squirming uncomfortably with the carp half in his hands; he doesn’t look like the sort of person who catches fish, a fact Gabe is viciously pleased by.
Gabe wrenches the fish out of Celebrini’s grip and beams. Celebrini screeches, irritatingly childish and almost cute, and lunges. His fingers scramble for Gabe’s shirt as the boat rocks, tips, and capsizes.
hi - i've a prompt. in s3ep1 we don't see Kanthony at the ball after their dance, so maybe they're in Kate's old room in Danbury house, being h0rny as usual. just a suggestion. thank you
prompt #7: squishing the other's cheeks. (physical affectionate prompts)
a/n: first time writing for them - I hope I hit the mark and this action is quite hard tbh! But, i hope you enjoy itt - thank you nett for the prompt! 💖
They were sitting cross-legged on the floor of Irene’s living room – there were stacks of old and used magazines around them. Some of them were the ones she hoarded before, and some were the ones she found lying around the apartment for their project today.
Irene paused as her gaze falls upon Felix, who is attempting on making a paper airplane with an intense focus which can be observed through the glint of his golden specs. She smiles before, resuming her own. After an hour had passed, were more than 50 paper airplanes were lined up on the floors of the apartment. It was messy, as they stood up to admire their handiwork together before continuing with their second phase of the project.
The drive to the park did not take long, as it was accompanied by the sound of singing between them both. The paper airplanes were stacked inside a box, as Felix held it with such enthusiasm in him. The park was empty, except for a few on-lookers, and people who take the advantage of the silence can be seen.
Both of them walked into an empty side of the park, as the wind starts to blow – causing them to grin over the next phase of the project.
Felix passed a paper airplane to Irene, as she held onto it with gentle – admiring the results of their little adventure of the day.
They stood side by side of one another, as the synchronized countdown began.
“The IR345 and FH123 are reporting on blast off in 3….2…”
“One!!!!” Their voices boomed through the area as they let go of their planes, watching them glide around the park in awe. They continued with the rest of the airplanes before they only have two more remaining planes in the box.
“It’s the final blast off, are you ready Captain Hauville for our final flight of the day?” Irene said as she held onto the final airplane in her hand.
He smiles, before shaking his head.
“I think we should make this one special since it’s the last one after all.” His eyes glint in excitement as Irene grins at his words too.
“What do you have in mind?”
He thought about it for a second, before saying;
“What if we wish for something – it's like the stories of the shooting star before we let the planes go. I have wished on the star many times before, but…my wish never came true. Maybe, with paper airplanes, it might work.” He smiles hopefully, as Irene felt her heart soften over the request. She couldn’t say no, as she nods excitedly over it.
She took his hand in hers and nods.
“Let’s do it.”
-
It was already late in the evening, as the clouds have transformed into a beautiful canvas of pink – the softness of it made her smile. They stood side-by-side of each other, the final piece of a paper airplane in hand.
“Make a wish.” She whispered into the thin air, as both of them close their eyes. Wishing silently for the endless possibilities in the world. Irene, however, did not wish for anything as looking back at her life today – she has already found what she is looking for. However, the time gave her a chance to reflect on what she has – which is more than she could ever imagine.
Her eyes slowly fluttered to be met with his golden ones, a smile on his face as he nods in ready.
“1..2..3”, as the paper planes were released into the air. Somehow, gliding away from the park, as it complements the atmosphere with the skies in front of them.
He placed an arm around her waist, as she was facing him with a wide smile on her face.
“So, what did you wish for?” She asked as she placed her arms around his neck.
“It’s a secret.” He winks at her, as she rolled her eyes at him before a chuckle escaped her lips.
“Fineeeeee, keep your secrets huh.”
“What about you, what did you wish for?” He asked, with a strong tone of curiosity in his words.
Irene smiles, as one of her hands were on his cheeks, squishing it slowly – admiring him, how golden his heart as his eyes, how much happiness he brings into her life before pulling him into a kiss as an attempt to silence him and to avoid spilling her ‘wish’ to him. After a while, they pulled away, with a knowing smile on his face.
“You are avoiding the question! But, I don’t mind the kiss at all.” The smug smile on his face remains before pulling her into another kiss, much more passionate than before.
They pulled away as for the need of air, as the sky darkens. The silent moments that follow them – the happiest that they have ever been, and they were happy at the moment. At that moment, it's all that matters as he held onto her hand, the hand that has helped him with more than a dozen of paper airplanes. The person who has been there for him, who accepts him – he rethinks his wish again as the smile appears once more.
‘I wish for many moments of happiness and (paper airplanes) with you.’ – Felix.
-
After saying goodbye to Felix, she reflected on her day. And, her decision about her wish. She smiles satisfied, however, still curious upon Felix’s wish as she finally calls it a day.
'I didn’t wish for anything because I already got what I want here with you.' – Rene.
The afternoon after he blows Leno for the first time, Mack keeps running his tongue over the backs of his teeth and tasting the salt there. Leno hadn’t tasted good, but there had been something addictive about it.
He thinks about how his mouth had fit around Leno, how he’d tasted gritty and sharp and mean, all rough fingers in his hair and Mack’s nose pressed right down to his belly.
Leno looks over at him through the dim haze of the campfire. He smiles with all his gross, rounded out teeth, and Mack swallows down the remainder of his salt.
thank u blue! i've already answered this one but i'll take the opportunity to chat about another wip. there's a lanearber marinating in my drafts somewhere that i'd eventually want to finish
next week probably, and only because you asked so nicely 🙄 here’s the beginning of my anthony week fic for the prompt addictive:
Anthony settled into married life with Kate far too easily - even before they were truly married under the eyes of God and the law. During their courtship, which he had complained was far too long (he’d already proposed to her in the Featheringtons’ garden, why did he need to wait two weeks to formally propose, and another two weeks after that for the wedding?) and Lady Danbury had complained was far too short, he’d practically had to be dragged away from her at the end of a promenade, a ball, a boat ride, a dinner… the list went on. He was simply so drawn to his future wife that he considered her to be addictive - which was why he was currently shoving his tongue down her throat as his body trapped her against the desk in his study, with the illumination of the setting sun in the windows behind them serving as a firm reminder that dinner was soon to be served.
Kate had entered the Bridgerton residence just a half-hour prior, under the guise of completing a few menial wedding tasks with her future mother-in-law - Anthony had assured his mother that he did not need to be there when they chose the script that was to be used on the invitations, or the exact combinations of the flowers in Kate’s bouquet (his only requirements were lilies and tulips, he really did not care, or know, what else would fit nicely with those specific plant species). He didn’t doubt that the two women had quickly come to some sort of agreement, either on script or plant species - or both, because not a quarter of an hour later had Kate covertly knocked on the door of his study, which Anthony had quickly opened, ushered her inside, slammed, and promptly locked.
They had stared at each other for a long moment, Anthony’s left hand tap-tap-tapping on the corner of his desk in anticipation as he stood next to it, near the door, and Kate a foot away from him, in front of the door.
“I assume you at least decided on the flowers?” He’d finally asked. “My mother is especially wise and all-knowing when it concerns plants and their meanings.”
“Oh, most definitely.” Kate had nodded. “There were a few we thought matched best with your choices.”
Anthony had nodded in reply, suddenly growing increasingly restless. They’d had a few rendezvous recently - behind the stands at Ascot, near a tree deep in the park in the morning - but never in a room. Especially a locked one. And Anthony’s mind had begun to whirl.
“Would you care to tell your betrothed what you chose?” He’d inquired, ceasing the tapping of his fingers against the smooth wood. “Please, enlighten me.”
