Last prompt!🥺 @hdcandyheartsfest it’s been so fun! This is 190 words for “Honeymoon”.
Sending air kisses all the way to @crazybutgood 😘
“When was the last time you were on vacation?”
Silence. Draco is standing at the sink with his back to Harry, washing dishes after their dinner. He does it the Muggle way, says it helps him clear his mind. His fingers are gentle on a wine glass.
“Draco…”
“I’m thinking,” he says, sinking another glass into the water.
Harry slides his hands around his middle, kisses the back of his neck. Feels Draco relax a fraction.
“Not all of us have unlimited free time at our disposal, you know,” Draco tells the suds.
Harry works his hands up, rubs Draco’s shoulders gently. “Last month, you did double shifts because Padma was on her honeymoon. So don’t tell me that Healers don’t ever go on holidays.”
“Yes, well. Honeymoon’s different.”
Harry’s eyebrows shoot up. His hands pause their work on Draco’s back. “Let’s get married, then. Let’s do it right now and we can be on the beach tomorrow!”
Draco snorts. “You’d do anything to see me in a pair of swimming shorts.” He turns in the circle of Harry’s arms, kisses him, slow, lingering. “Holidays, then. Tell me where you want to go.”
Good morning my piece of cotton 💙 I hope you're having a beautiful morning and that you woke up on the news you're waiting for 💙 I have a question for you today: who is/are your favourite Qari? I'm planning to make a playlist for this month and I realized choosing a good recitation is helpful.. other than that, nhebbek 💙 have a good day <3
I did not wake up to the awaited news, those need a bit of patience of me, kheir in shaa Allah but I woke up to this instead, and I am very grateful :') 💙 💙
So, about my favorite Qari, a lot of people have so many preference and that's great, but I am very faithful to only one voice, and it's Al Ajmi (أحمد بن علي العجمي ) and here is a link to Surat Ta Ha in his voice, allahuma barik ✨
I have said this before, He is an old reciter, not among the trendy or popular once, there are some amazing new ones that are very famous and they have beautiful recitations, allahuma barik, I tried to listen but couldn't :') yesterday I saw some influencer on ig putting " Omar Hisham Al Arbi " on her story, it was Surat Maryam, it sounded like he was soft singing it. If you would like that style, then you're gonna like his other videos so check him out.
May Allah swt shower you with abundant blessings and bring you closer to Him khanfousstiiii 💙 Nhebbek even more, have a soft day ahead, mmwaaah.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Diego Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Number Five | The Boy (Umbrella Academy)
Additional Tags: Whumptober 2020, Kidfic, me trying to fix Diego's shitty childhood one fic at a time, Reginald Hargreeves' A+ Parenting, science gone wrong, dinosaur tea parties, Fluff
Series: Part 15 of Diego whump
Summary:
"Everything's fine," lies Five. They all know he's been trying experiments of some kind in Dad's old laboratory, to get himself back to the body he feels he's earned. None of them really get why he wants to be 58 again, but that aside, they all support him in his endeavors.
Or, they had—until something (what? No one understands! Possibly not even Five!) went wrong, and Diego got caught in the crossfire, and...
[special thanks to @sharetheskamlove for this cute af idea!]
The Demaurys and the Lallemants had been enemies for over one hundred years. And when Lucas first meets Eliott, he hates him with his whole heart even without knowing him, blaming him and his family for his life which is slowly falling apart. But when they are forced to live alongside in the same surrounding, something is changing between them. And this scares Lucas more than anything else.
Lucas was woken up by the sun shining on his face. He stretched a bit, the fabric of the bedsheets caressing his skin. He turned around, snuggling into the blanket and the pillow beside him.
The empty pillow beside him.
Lucas slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the bright sunlight. He needed some seconds to gather his thoughts, to recall what happened and to recognize where he even was. He hadn’t seen this room by daylight, only in the dim hours before dawn turned into night. And suddenly a smile spread on his face.
Eliott.
Eliott happened.
Lucas buried his face in the empty pillow beside him, grinning as the scent from Eliott wrapped itself around him.
Lucas never felt so many things and emotions in one night. And he shivered, thinking about Eliott’s hands on his body and his kisses on every part of his skin. They haven’t really talked about everything, but this night was like a promise: They could make it. And they would. Lucas wouldn’t let go of Eliott, not after this night, not after their whispered words in the darkness.
Just then, the realization that Eliott was actually not beside him hit him. And suddenly, all the warm feelings inside of Lucas disappeared and some kind of panic rose inside him. Eliott didn’t left him. He surely was somewhere in this big house, doing breakfast or something like that. He would not… run away again. Lucas made it clear that he won’t leave Eliott alone anymore and he would hold his promise, if Eliott wanted or not.
Suddenly, Lucas heard something in the garden. He frowned and stood up, putting on his underwear and Eliott’s hoodie. He walked to the window, his feet naked and his hair messy as always. He pulled the yellow curtain aside, looking out into the garden and his heart skipped a bit.
All the panic faded away as he saw Eliott crouching in front of a tall hedge. He was only wearing his underwear too, apparently looking at something very interesting in or on the hedge.
Eliott didn’t run away.
He was still there and he wouldn’t leave.
Stop panicking, Lucas. Everything is okay.
Lucas was faster downstairs than he expected him and walked out in the garden, the grass under his naked feet tickling him, the sun warming his bare legs. The garden from the Demaurys was huge. Even bigger than Lucas’ own and his garden was already nearly a whole park. But Lucas had no interest in looking at the beautiful flowers or the tall trees. He only had eyes for the tall boy, kneeling on the grass, his arms outstretched in front of him.
“What are you actually doing here?”, asked Lucas while laughing quietly, slowly approaching him.
Eliott looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening as he took in the other boy. Something like realization could be seen on Eliott’s face, his eyes drifting to Lucas’ messy hair before looking back to the hedge in front of him again.
“Lucas! Come here, quickly!”
Lucas frowned and was next to Eliott in two strides.
“What is it? Did something happen? Are you okay?”
Lucas was immediately worried, maybe his illness affected him in some kind of way Lucas couldn’t see. But Eliott shook is head, Lucas taking a deep breath.
“Look. Look, who I found.”
Lucas crouched down next to Eliott, squinting his eyes in the direction where Eliott pointed. And then Lucas saw it – a little hedgehog was stuck in the fence behind the hedge, desperately trying to get out of there.
“We need to help him”, said Lucas quietly, his heart breaking for the little animal.
Eliott nodded, kissing Lucas’ cheek casually. Lucas blushed – this was so normal, like a teenager relationship should be. He pushed the thoughts of their still ongoing feud aside, only caring and living for the here and now.
Eliott was now stretching out his arms, slowly and very carefully wrapping his fingers around the hedgehog, trying not the hurt the animal and himself. He pulled slightly on the body of the little creature, freeing him in this way and getting him out of danger. Lucas and Eliott simultaneously started to smile, Eliott setting down the little guy in front of them and turning his head to Lucas. Lucas was still looking at the hedgehog, driving a hand through his hair absentminded.
“You know what?”, Eliott suddenly said quietly, both of them still in their happy and little space where they just saved a life.
“Hm?”
Lucas now looked at Eliott, being surprised how much he felt for the other boy. How his heart started to race whenever Eliott looked into Lucas’ soul with these beautiful eyes and—
“This hedgehog looks like you.”
Lucas stared at him, not quite believing if he understood him right.
“What the actually…”
“No, Lucas! Look.”
Eliott was now beaming, the little animal in front of them still too afraid to move away.
“The spikes look exactly like your hair”, said Eliott, grinning like a little boy. He touched Lucas’ hair, taking a strand of Lucas’ messy hair and slightly pulling on it. “They are sticking out the same way the spikes from the hedgehog stick out.”
Lucas couldn’t help himself. He burst into laughter.
“Are you really comparing me to a… hedgehog?”
“These guys are cute! Look at their tiny noses”, Eliott protested, joining into Lucas’ laughter. The hedgehog now had enough, disappearing into the hedge and Eliott made some sound of disapproving.
“You scared him. You scared Lucas, the hedgehog.”
“Lucas the hedgehog? Are you for real?” Lucas laughed, raising his eyebrows at Eliott who was pulling Lucas into his arms now while still laughing. It was music in Lucas’ ears. They were falling back to the ground together, laying in the grass now. Lucas was hovering over Eliott while Eliott started to play with Lucas’ hair, both of them grinning the whole time.
“I’m only gonna call you little hedgehog from now on.”
“No fucking way.”
“You will not stop me”, Eliott said while wriggling his eyebrows at Lucas and if Lucas wouldn’t be in love already, he would be by now.
“Oh, dear god. Just promise me that you won’t use this nickname in front of people.”
“I’m gonna shout it from the rooftop”, Eliott said, laying his head back into the grass, looking up into the sky.
“LUCAS LALLEMANT IS MY HEDGEHOG!”, screamed Eliott suddenly and Lucas stared at him, his mouth open while he tried not to laugh out loud. The whole neighborhood must have heard this and there were times where Lucas would care about this.
But these times were over.
Eliott started to breath in again, ready to scream these words into the world again, but Lucas’ laid his hand over Eliott’s mouth, silencing him in this way.
“Oh my fucking god, Eliott. Are you crazy?”
Lucas laughed but he stilled, when he saw the light fading from Eliott’s eyes.
And just then he realized what he said.
“Eliott…”
Lucas was sitting up, driving his hands through his hair. He felt shame inside of him, turning his cheeks red.
“I am sorry. I… I didn’t—”
“Forget it, Lucas. You didn’t mean it that way.”
Lucas only nodded but he felt guilty for saying these words nevertheless. There were some moments of silence between them, the light and peaceful situation destroyed by Lucas again.
“Lucas… I wanted to tell you… about my illness. I really wanted to”
Lucas played with a blade of grass, his thoughts swirling around, as Eliott suddenly addressed him. He didn’t expect him to break the silence this soon, especially not with this subject. Lucas would lie if he would say that he hadn’t thought about Eliott’s illness and what all of this was about. But he swore himself not to push Eliott, not to interrogate him. If Eliott wanted to talk, then he would.
And now was apparently the time.
“It’s okay, Eliott. Really.”
“No, it’s not. Just… let me explain it to you”, said Eliott quietly, looking down on his hands as if being afraid to look into Lucas’ eyes while telling his story. “I can be… dangerous. Dangerous for myself and for my surroundings. Dangerous for people… that I love.” Eliott was now looking up, Lucas feeling some kind of warmth rising inside of him.
“It’s a personality disorder. My moods change rapidly, I tend to say and do things without me even realizing what I do or what I say. I have days, where everything is okay. Like today.”
Lucas was now taking Eliott’s hands, the other boy having really cold hands. He was nervous.
“But then… then, there are days, where everything sucks. Where I cannot do anything. Where getting up is even too much. Where existing is even too much.”
Eliott’s eyes suddenly where wet and Lucas’ heart broke for Eliott.
“I… I know. This sounds like hell on earth. And I am sorry for not telling you about it. It was selfish of me. Selfish to hide this only because I thought… I thought that I would lose you to 100 percent when I would tell you about it.”
“But I am still here”, said Lucas quietly, a tear rolling down Eliott’s cheek.
“I am still here. And you… you were the best thing that could have happened to me. And if your selfish self hadn’t insisted on approaching me again and again and again while my stupid self was always rejecting you, I wouldn’t be who I am now. I wouldn’t be ready to fight my whole family. I wouldn’t be ready to fight for you. And now I am here – in your garden after saving a little hedgehog.”
Eliott’s lips where now forming into a tiny smile.
“And if we could save this little creature – then we can also save our lives and the lives of future generations. And if you think that I deserve better… Then you’re mistaken, Eliott.”
Lucas was brushing the tear away who was leaving a wet trace on Eliott’s beautiful face.
“You have bad days? Okay. But as you mentioned, you also have good days. And we will live these good days, every hour, minute and second. We will make the best out of it.”
Lucas laid his forehead against Eliott’s, closing his eyes for a second.
“You are not alone, Eliott. You never were and you never will be.”
Eliott was now wrapping his arms around Lucas, pulling him close. He snuggled his face into Lucas’ neck and Lucas was smiling, happily and content with his life after a long time of not being able to look into a brighter future.
They could do everything.
Together.
Lucas didn’t know how and he didn’t know when – but he there was one thing he knew: Eliott was worth it.
“And if you scream at me, then I will just… scream back.”
Lucas was grinning and finally, finally he could feel Eliott laughing, his breath tickling the soft skin on Lucas’ neck.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
{~ Connor and Nines are finally able to live normal lives, three years after the android revolution. Android rights, med-centres and better quality of life have been established and Nines works alongside Connor at the Detroit Police Department. Life is good, and Connor and Nines have grown close.
Then they receive a call from Kamski, android creator, with a huge favour to ask.
You are activated to meet a series of other RK models, as the one and only RKA. Markus and Kamski agree that you are qualified to be a detective much like Connor and Nines, and with your medical and computer engineering skills, Fowler is happy to bring you on board. You were delighted to learn of your new job.
You slowly integrated yourself into the Police department, but run into many an issue that do not cease to test you. Especially when a certain pair of androids give you special attention. ~}
Please take a look at my newest fanfic! super happy to share... this one is a little spicey, but still full of fluff. Another reader-insert, comments and kudos are super appreciated! Much Love <3
Group: Pentagon
Member: Hongseok aka hongmom aka tol & toned bean; T&TBEAN
Genre: Fluff, a little bit of a college!AU (because I am a living college!au) mention of drinking, maybe second hand embarrassment?
Prompt: “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”
The end of the semester is nearing and you knew from the third class together that you were going to fall for Hongseok and damn did it hurt. He was the perfect guy, anyone would kill to be his lover or to have even a moment of his time. Everyone loved him, he was just that type of person that had admirers falling at his feet but he never really let it get to him. He was too sweet to ever lead anyone on and so he didn’t really date, his degree taking precedent over dating.
You knew falling for him was going to hurt because he was unattainable, even if he was in your friend group. That made it even worse actually, always being around when he left his dorm to hang out. He was good friends with Hyojong who happened to be your best friend. Hyojong had noticed before you did that you liked Hongseok, the little shit even teased you in private. It was those times that you often consider killing your best friend but you didn’t want any of his admirers coming to get you so you held off on that.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come to the party this weekend?” Hyojong snapped you from your thoughts. “Seokie is suppose to show up.” He nudged you.
“Just because he’s going to be there doesn’t mean I’ll automatically change my mind Jong.” You rolled your eyes, moving your attention back to the paper you were supposed to be working on.
“Yah (Y/N)!” He grumbled, “It’s suppose to entice you at the very least. Maybe you can finally confess.” He sat back in his chair and looked at his own laptop, his paper but a mere blank word document with his name and date on it. “I’m getting real tired of you getting all googly eyed every time he’s around.”
“I do not get all--”
“Hyojong! (Y/N)!” Hongseok called, pausing the words in your throat.
He jogged across the library towards the two of you with a huge smile on his face.
“Hey Seokie!” Hyojong jumped up to greet him. “We were just talking about you.” That’s it, murder is back on the table.
“Hey (Y/N).” He smiled at you before turning back towards Hyojong, “Me? Why?”
“I was just talking to (Y/N) about the party this weekend, trying to convince her to come. I had to mention that even you were leaving your dorm for the party.”
You watched as Hongseok’s face flushed.
“Uh yea, I figured it’s good to go out from time to time.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You should really come too! I need someone to hang out with that won’t be completely blasted.” Hyojong rolled his eyes.
“I’m not going to get that drunk, I have to actually study this weekend. I can’t spend all Saturday recovering. That is saved for after finals week.” Hyojong winked at the two of you and shot finger guns.
“What a weirdo.” You mumbled before Hongseok turned toward you again.
“I’m serious though, you’re much more interesting to talk to than Jong’s place full of idiots.”
“Ya know Hwitaek and Jinho are in my housemates.” Hyojong scoffed.
“Did I stutter?” Hongseok didn’t miss a beat.
“I’ll think about it.” You threw in before the two of them started to really argue. Their usually back and forth is normally funny, but the library is not the place for it.
“Good, I hope I’ll see there. I wanted to drop off the notes Hyojong missed the other day before my last class.” Hongseok dug out a copy of his pretty handwriting and handed it to Hyojong before bidding goodbye and leaving.
“Wipe your drool.” Hyojong teased when Hongseok was gone.
“Shut up.” You groaned, laying your head on the table to so you could secretly make sure you weren’t actually groaning.
“That settles it, I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Hyojong shut his laptop, put his book ontop of it and left before you could so much as lift your head to spit something out.
You knew that coming to the party was a mistake even if you got to spend time with Hongseok. You showed up early after Hyojong begged for help in setting up. You adored Hwitaek and Jinho so you agreed after Hyojong promised to pay for dinner next time the two of you went out to eat. As you were helping Jinho move the drinks between boxes and fridge Hongseok had texted you saying he’d be there an hour or two late due to some stuff coming up.
An hour later, without realizing it you had started to drink a little as everyone started to arrive to hide your disappointment. By the time the few drinks you had had kicked in you found yourself sitting on one of the couches beside a very drunk Jinho pouring out your soul about Hongseok.
“I just don’t get it.” You slurred. “Why does it have to be Seokie? Of all of the guys I’m around at the time it’d had to be him. He doesn’t give anyone that time of day.”
“Have you asked him why?” Jinho’s glazed eyes worked hard to focus on you.
“Why what?” You thought for a moment, your muddled mind working really hard to focus. “Oh right, no. That’s a dead giveaway. If I asked why he doesn’t date then he’d know.”
In the back of your mind you were screaming at yourself. You had planned not to drink anything alcoholic, not even a beer. You wanted to be 100% sober when you were going to spend time with Hongseok. Obviously that did not happen. You knew that those two vodka shots with the guys was going to be enough but Hyojong convinced you a beer or two wouldn’t hurt. Your plans to kill him kept resurfacing.
Jinho was mumbling something about dogs beside you when yours eyes landed on Hongseok making his way through the drunks all over the apartment. You realized you were buzzed at that moment, your mind cleared enough to know that you were not in the right mind to even act like you were sober. Yet you sat straighter, picked your unopened water bottle from the table and chugged half of it to cool yourself off. Once you felt less floaty and more grounded you stood, thankfully unwaveringly, and waved Hongseok over.
His smile made your heart skip a beat and you swore your cheeks were on fire. He noticed Jinho snoozing beside you on the couch and chuckled.
“He drank too much too fast right?” Hongseok motioned towards the older male.
“He started off hard, the three of them almost finished a fifth of vodka themselves.” You conveniently left out that you helped a teensy bit.
“They don’t drink often, you’d think they’d realize their tolerance is shit.” Hongseok settled in the chair closest to you.
“You’d think.” You managed out without slurring.
“So what’s happened so far? Did I miss anything?” You watched him pop open a can of Coke.
“Jongie tried to do a keg stand.” You got out of after a second. “Which didn’t end well.” Hongseok laughed, mumbled a quiet ‘idiot’ under he breath. “Hwitaek has been dancing on the table in the other room for the last half hour.” Hongseok noticed the slight slurring but didn’t say anything. “Jinho,” You patted his knee lightly, “as mentioned before went too hard at the beginning. Other than that, it’s a normal party at the apartment.” You felt proud of yourself, you didn’t think your slurred any.
“What have you been up to?” He inquired, watching you closely.
“Oh ya know, just hanging out.” You brought the water bottle back to your mouth, his gaze making your mouth dry up.
“Yea? You look a little flushed.” He poked your warm cheek, his cold finger making you sigh.
“It’s pretty hot in here.” You stuttered out, “You’ll feel the heat soon.”
The two of you sat quietly for a minute sipping on your respective drinks when Jinho shifted and woke himself up.
“Ah! Seokie! You’re here!” He squealed, clapping his hands quickly. “(Y/N) has been waiting for you to get here!”
You froze, your eyes shifting between Jinho and Hongseok rapidly before you lanched to the side and covered Jinho’s mouth. He wouldn’t do something like this to you would he?
“Yah!” He griped, fighting against you. “Seokie, she’s been talking about you all night. I wish you’d just get with her already so she’ll shut up! She was talking my ear off!” Jinho pouted before pushing himself away from your frantic form and walking away.
He did. Oh my god, he did! Never in a million years did you think Jinho would throw you under the bus. You fidgeted with your water bottle unable to even fathom looking at Hongseok right now.
“Well now, that was something.” Hongseok spoke up. “By your reaction, he wasn’t just messing with me was he?” You felt him lift your chin up. “(Y/N)?”
“N-no.” You mumbled.
“You were talking about me with Hyung? Why?”
“How are you so oblivious?” You groaned, falling back against the couch, your hands covering your face.
“You’re not making any sense?” Hongseok stopped himself. You peeked at him between your fingers and saw his face flush. “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” Was the first thing he said, then he followed with. “Did Hyung just confess for you?”
“I’m dropping out of college, changing my name and moving to Guam.” You groaned, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees.
“Don’t do that, unless I can come with you.” You gaped at Hongseok as he moved to sit beside you, his hand taking yours in his bigger one. “You can’t leave me after confessing now. You can’t get my hopes up and then leave to get a new identity.”
“What?” You squeaked. “But you, you don’t date? You’re so focused on graduating that you haven’t dated anyone who’s asked...”
“Because they weren’t you.”
“Oh.” All the blood rushed to your ears and your cheeks, you felt like you were a tomato between the drinks and the embarrassment.
“Listen, let’s talk about that when you’re not intoxicated because I have so much I want to say, but I want you to remember all of it.”
“I’m fine.”
“Oh yea? How many people are in the room?” You followed his gesture and tried to count, but the fuzziest hadn’t subsided and the room was a blurry around the edges.
“Too many.” He laughed at your answer.
“If you want to drink some more go ahead, I’ll take care of you.” His hand rested on your head a second before sliding down and resting on the back of your neck.
“I’m fine, I’d rather sit and talk with you.” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks radiate more heat.
“I’m okay with that.” He held your hand and pulled you into his side, his arm easily finding purchase around your shoulders.
Sure the room was hot and the alcohol did not help, but you were completely fine with the heat you felt consuming you as you cuddled into Hongseok’s side for the rest of the night. Or atleast until one of your friends needed a more sober helping hand.
Callie nudged the front door of their house open with her hip after wrestling with her keys; arms laden with a warm, slightly squirmy little body and a shopping bag full of purchases. The bundle in her arms let out a soft whine, nose sniffing at the air, and the brunette made a gentle shushing sound, nuzzling her face into soft golden fur.
“Hey, did you remember to pick up the—“
Arizona rounded the corner into their front hall and stopped short at the sight in front of her – her wife with an armful of…a dog?
“What..the..?”
“Okay so hear me out.”
Callie cautiously looked over at the other woman, a huge grin spreading across her face as the puppy in her arms nosed and licked at her chin, ears flopping playfully around his head.
“Calliope Iphegenia Torres—“
“So I get to the grocery store and there’s this fundraising…adoption type thing happening outside. The humane society had a bunch of cages and there were these adorable kittens and a bunch of dogs and then they had this pen, and it had these puppies just playing and rolling around—“
“No. Absolutely not—“
“And I just stopped to look, I swear, and then this little guy looks right up at me,” she laughed as the puppy licked her cheek again and squirmed in her arms, craning his neck to sniff in the blonde’s direction, “and Arizona, look at this face!”
“Callie, you didn’t…we don’t have time for a dog. Do you know how much work a dog is?”
“I know, but…look at this face.”
The puppy made an adorably huffy sound and barked happily, and big, brown eyes looked toward Arizona, their sweet puppy look almost too much for the blonde to handle. She held her hand out toward him and was met with a wet nose nudging into her palm, and she couldn’t help the soft laugh that bubbled up from her chest as she rubbed his velvety soft head.
“He’s adorable. But we really can’t keep him. There’s no way.”
“But Arizona….”
An undeniable pout crossed the taller woman’s features, and she turned to the squirming, golden bundle again, making a kissy face as she nuzzled her nose into a soft snout. She shifted the puppy in her arms a bit and pressed her cheek to his so two sets of sweet, pleading eyes were now directed towards her wife, and she knew that their adorable faces would be damn near irresistible. Callie wasn’t below manipulating her way into this with a well-placed, heart-stopping look – and Arizona knew it, too.
“Please keep me?”
“Oh, that is not fair…”
“A PUPPY!”
Nearly barrelling over her mother, Sofia skidded in her sock feet on the hardwood floor, her eyes going wide and a look of utter delight crossing her face as she immediately reached up to pet a wayward paw. The dog barked again in surprise, squirming and trying to lick at the new tiny human, and although Arizona tried to be strong, she could literally feel her resolve crumbling with these two.
“Mommy, it’s a puppy! Is he ours? Where did he come from? Are we keeping him?!”
Callie could only grin as she released the dog onto the floor and Sofia plopped down beside him, pulling him in for a flurry of excited puppy kisses and hugs and tail wagging. The little girl’s giggles were really what did Arizona in, and as she watched the delight on her daughter and wife’s faces, Arizona let out a resigned sigh, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips as she shook her head slightly.
“We sure are.”
The puppy let out a bark and bounded away from the small arms of his new captor, bouncing off at a trot to explore his new environment, and Sofia scrambled up from the floor, running after him with another happy laugh.
“I’m so mad at you right now.”
Arizona crossed her arms, eyes narrowing slightly despite the smile on her face and her obvious new-found puppy love.
“No you’re not,” Callie grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to the blonde’s cheek, “admit it, you love him.“
“Mama! The puppy peed in the kitchen!”
Arizona rolled her eyes slightly as their daughter’s words carried down the hallway, stifling a laugh as Callie wrinkled her nose at the idea of cleaning up the inevitable mess.
“You know what just happened right? We just had another baby. Puppies are babies.”
“Mama!” Sofia’s shouts rang out again from the general direction of the kitchen, “He’s eating the chair!”
The elder brunette’s eyes widened slightly and she leaned in again, dropping a quick kiss on her wife’s lips before she hurried off to find the newest member of their family and see what trouble he was into.
so we all know remus and sirius were both bookish nerds. and one day they were quietly reading back to back on moony's bed and it was really really nice. but then hogwart's bells rang and it was dinner time. remus stood up, but sirius didn't, eyes still focused on his book. with a sweet smile, remus tried to get his boyfriend's attention. "hey pads, it's dinner time." sirius looked at him, rather confused about why he was suddenly in the common room instead of the countryside he and the book characters were just moments ago. then his sense of reality came back to him. "oh. no i'm not going." "pads," remus sighed "you need to eat, remember ? basic human needs, all that ?" sirius rolled his eyes and pouted, which he always did when he played annoyed. remus found it extremely adorable. "but moony, i can't just leave the book !" remus tried to hide his grin, and failed. "come on love, we'll eat really fast so we can go back to this as soon as possible." "no moony you don't understand !" sirius whined. "the book... it's really sad !" remus raised an eyebrow. "what's your point ?" "well if i stop reading" sirius explained as if it was obvious, "the characters will keep being in pain until i get back. i have to read until the next happy moment, and then i will be able to close the book and eat. but for now..." and he got back to his book. remus was a blushing mess. damn that boy was still more surprising everyday. "alright" he whispered. he sat on his bed so sirius could lean on his torso, then wrapped his arms around the small boy's waist and kissed his forehead. sirius sighed happily and turned his page. neither of the boys went to dinner that night.
