#boldlyirishluck

[everythingsinred]

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merry christmas to @boldlyirishluck!!! i was your secret santa and my gift for you is this fic!! its a lil long for a one-shot, but i hope you like it <3

[katzuyas]

for the prompt "lunch" from @boldlyirishluck

"stop it," yuuri laughs, a sweet vibration against victor's lips that mouth along the line of his throat. "we only have an hour before your session with yakov. we should eat lunch."

"I am eating, detka," victor injects, sucking on yuuri's skin. it's salty and soft, like a freshly boiled dumpling.

yuuri groans, but only half is pleasure. the other? embarrassment at victor's cheesy words, even if he has long since learned that there is no stopping him when he gets like this - a smitten fool with mouth filled to the brims with silly nothings.

"fine," yuuri gives. he grabs the hair on the back of victor's neck and pulls, pulls until victor has no choice but to look him in the eye. it's delightful, that pressure, that sheer dominance in the gesture, and victor melts into it, barely able to keep his hands on yuuri's hips. "but if I'm going to miss lunch now, tonight you're making dinner and I get seconds."

victor weighs the options. "I'll do you better. you'll get dessert."

yuuri's eyes widen, then narrow down in consideration.

"chocolate eclair?" yuuri asks, still bartering.

victor is already smirking by then. the temptation is almost as hard to resist for yuuri as it is for him.

"we can stop by the pastry shop on the corner and you can pick," victor offers. and he knows he's already won.

yuuri's fingers tug on his victor's hair absently. he licks his lips, decision made, and then he brings his mouth to victor's.

"deal," he breathes.

like a man starved, victor kisses him. and yuuri kisses him back - just as hungry, just as greedy. the lunch hour passes before they know it, on shared gasps, needy touches and lips, teeth, hands, all leaving their mark.

by the time victor steps up on the ice to begin his practice and yuuri gingerly sits on the bleachers to watch, he can still taste him on his tongue. but he's already warmed up and ready to preform, to leave his heart on the ice and show the world what he always does - his life and love: startling, bright and new.

and with a glimpse at yuuri, flushed still and dazzling, victor does just that.

[shiruba-tsuki]

Hey there I love. your blog so much

Thank you so much!

[mermaidmelodysecretsanta]

From @boldlyirishluck

Here is your gift @samurithecat! 

I thought it would be cute to have the scene in the little mermaid where she is singing about prince Eric. But instead its Rina singing about Masahiro. Rina is also so cute. I hope you like it and Happy Christmas !!

[0ffgun]

I never knew I need your blog so much 😭 thank you 💕💕💕

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[tomyo-chan]

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I AVOCADO YOU, LOVE!!

.....”thaaaaaaaaaaaaaanksss....!”

[mermaidmelodysecretsanta]

Merry Christmas! My secret santa this year is @boldlyirishluck!

I wrote a slice-of-life fanfiction that explores the life of Lucia and Kaito, about a decade after Pure has ended.

It was a relatively cold December. Generous amounts of snow drifted gently towards the already-covered ground. As picturesque as it was, Lucia grumbled at the weather as she tightened her coat around herself and marched home against the chill. Once she was in front of her home, she fumbled with her keys for a moment before swinging open the door.

“I’m home!” she said in a tired voice.

A deep, familiar voice answered, “Welcome back!”

Instantly feeling warmer, both from the shelter and the company, Lucia smiled and took off her snow-covered clothes and shook the more stubborn flakes from her dirty-blonde hair.

“How was your trip?”

“Exhausting,” Lucia sighed, putting on her house-slippers, “but I did get a good amount of work done, so we should be able to spend the rest of the year on the surface.” She walked further into the house, towards the kotatsu and the man sitting under it. Lifting the covers, Lucia sank under the warmth of the blanket, snuggling close to the other occupant.

“I really missed you, Kaito.” she mumbled into his shoulder as he planted a kiss on her forehead. Lucia closed her eyes and sighed, relaxation and warmth taking over her tired muscles.

After a moment, Kaito sprung from his seat, and Lucia’s eyes shot open. “I’ll reheat dinner for you”, he said. For a few minutes, Lucia closed her eyes again and listened to the soft bustle in the kitchen. Soon, she could smell a hearty stew and coffee brewing. “This,”she thought, “is paradise.” Slowly, Lucia rubbed the simple ring on her left hand. She had made a habit of caressing her wedding band during quiet moments. Sometimes, she had to remind herself that she wasn’t in a dream.

The dull thud of a bowl hitting the table, and a quiet shifting of the blanket snapped Lucia back to the present. She opened her eyes again. “Thank you for the meal~” she hummed.

Kaito smiled warmly at his wife. “I missed you too.” He looked away, a slightly contemplative look on his face. “You know…” he hesitated and looked back at Lucia, “I was getting worried.”

“W-worried?” Lucia sputtered through her latest mouthful of stew, “What for?”

“It’s just, the last time you were in a snowstorm by yourself, you got lost!” he teased.

A small huff escaped Lucia’s lips. “It wasn’t that bad!”

“You could have gotten hurt, or sick!” he frowned. “I was just nervous, that’s all.” The two sat in silence for a bit as Kaito’s cheeks turned a bit pinker. “Maybe… I over-reacted” he admitted. “I mean, after all, it wasn’t so bad. We did get to spend the night together!” he joked, lightly punching Lucia’s arm.

Although Kaito was teasing her about it, Lucia could tell there was real concern behind his playfulness. She desperately wanted to lighten the mood, and she finished her stew as she thought of what to say next.

“Do you want to know what I think of when it snows?” she asked gently.

Kaito took a sip of his coffee and snuggled up close. “Sure.”

“I remember,” she began, “my very first New Year’s dream.” Lucia saw a quizzical look on her husband’s face. “My very first New Year’s dream, on the surface” she elaborated.

“The night before, Hanon had told me and Rina about the importance of New Year’s dreams on the surface, so I made a real effort to remember it: in my dream, a talent scout made me, Hanon, and Rina idols. We were traveling, doing live concerts, signing things, and even got in a movie!”

“Wait a second,” Kaito interrupted, “I could see dream-you and dream-Hanon being on board, but Rina? I bet even dream-Rina thought that being an idol was too much of a hassle.”

“Well, she did, but the guy told her she could easily get a plasma TV if she was an idol.” Lucia explained. This earned a genuine laugh from Kaito.

“Oh, well, that makes sense!” he smirked. A smile made its way on Lucia’s lips; her story seemed to have helped lighten the mood.

“Dream-you was very supportive of my new career,” she continued, “but you also hinted that you knew about my mermaid-self even though I hadn’t told you yet.” Lucia pulled away from Kaito to look him in the eyes. “Dream-you kept trying to tell me how you felt. You fought against some body-guards, you snuck into a movie set, but we never got to talk. Finally, we ran away together!”

Lucia leaned against Kaito again. “And that’s what I think of when it snows!” she smiled, having decided to omit the ending of her dream; being chased around by the Dark Lovers and Black Beauty Sisters, wasn’t quite as romantic as the notion of living with someone you love enough to chase around the world. Kaito chuckled, Lucia loved to feel his chest move under her cuddles, and rested his head on hers.

“I think,” he admitted, “that I like your snow-memory better.”

“That’s because it is better.” Lucia insisted playfully.

The couple sat together in silence for a while, bodies close and warm under their kotatsu blankets, and watched as snow fell outside of their shared home.

“I love you.”

From @naynah-pinsence

[iputhepinprincess]

30 👻

🖤Gh//os//t Ask Game🖤

AAAAA, THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK !!! 🫶 👻 🫶 👻

30. how did you find out about Gh//os/t?

(A friend / moot of mine [@talisman975] reblogged a piece of fa/nart of P//apa V [the newest frontman of the band].)

It's here. 💜

He looked so cool in it [thought he was some got/h cyberpunk p/ope villain from some new show that I had never heard of, LOL] , so I had to ask her and she told me that he was from the band G//hos//t.

I then found out that there were "more of him" and went from there [found and followed some blogs and asked them anonymous questions about the band, reblogged even more f//anar//t, learned about the confusing l//ore, learned about the other pa//pas, wrote my first ever Gh//o//st f//ic, made some moo//ts who like the band [i thank Luc//ifer every day that they follow me 😭 🙏 ] etc etc ETC.