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i know this little chapel on the boulevard

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, archive-locked, chapters 5/5

"So, what do you say, Oscar Piastri?” Lando grins at him. “You wanna help me put on a wedding?”

#she's here!!!!!#when i tell you this fic has been in the works.........for so many months #landoscar #landoscar fic #i know this little chapel on the boulevard #mine

Recluse wants to see holly? Hmmm I wonder how that would happen… it’s not like a certain cookie would break down sages door as soon as she got a whiff of his engagement.

Sage: I sent her a letter a couple of days ago! I don't know if she's gotten it yet, but it sure would be convenient for the plot if she-

Sugarcane (crashing straight through a window and landing on all fours in front of the Sage): BLUEBERRY MILK COOKIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sugarcane Cookie is now available for asks!

#SHE'S HERE!!!!!#crk #cookie run kingdom #crk ask blog #sage of truth #eternal sugar cookie #I'm not tagging sugarcane bro im too tired for that

This wasn’t Furina’s first kiss with Neuvillette, but it sure felt like it.

Her mouth dances in a languid waltz with Neuvillette’s soft lips, and her hand scrunches at his shirt as the kiss deepens. The fireplace is meters away, but she could feel heat crackle and spark where her chest is pressed up against his, her heartbeat quickening as Neuvillette grips her waist a little tighter.

Furina follows her instinct, pulling Neuvillette even closer as an indiscernible need to close any distance between them takes over her body. He smells exquisite, but he tastes even better—sweet Bulle fruit after playing in saltwater, a taste she will never forget. She drinks him up greedily, and she is dizzy from the headiness of his kiss. She can taste the cherry wine in his lips, making her desperate for more. Neuvillette’s hand snakes up her spine, and she is entirely unable to stop her mewls—she surprises herself at how desperate she sounds when his fingers rake through her hair, but she doesn’t care anymore. She has never known want like this.

Neuvillette leads Furina through it, setting a slow pace even though every sound she makes sends blood rushing low beneath his belly. The dragon in him wants to take, and never before has his restraint been tested like this. He is surrounded by her intoxicating scent, that unforgettable vanilla and cream, and the sensations assault him from all sides—when Furina tests the waters and gently sucks on his upper lip, his desperate groan is muffled by her mouth. He tugs at her hair, sucking on her bottom lip, the kiss becoming feverish as his efforts are rewarded with more and more of her delicious moans.

But their cursed need for air has them breaking away, panting, their foreheads pressing together as they share a breath. A laugh bubbles from Furina’s mouth as she recovers, her hands knitting together at the nape of his neck. He laughs too, giddy and reeling from their actual, proper first kiss.

“I’ve—never done this before,” Furina says in between pants, octaves higher than she intends. She giggles a bit sheepishly. “I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m just—following what feels good.”

“You forget then,” Neuvillette says, just as breathless. “You were the one who kissed me first that night.”

Furina laughs, a blush warming her cheeks. She doesn’t try to fight it this time. “It felt right,” she smiles.

“I hope this feels right to you, too,” Neuvillette murmurs, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Furina sighs, light headed, then slumps against the crook of Neuvillette’s arm, still breathing heavily. She feels a kiss on her forehead, and she hums as Neuvillette starts to draw circles on her back.

Neuvillette smiles at the very cuddly and affectionate Furina at his side. If this was all he’s going to get tonight, then it’s already more than what he’s asked for. Seeing her like this, happy in his arms… It is satisfaction enough.

But Furina has other plans. Her leg has already been draped across his torso, and she’s halfway from truly lying on top of him. She feels a curious pressure on her thigh, and when she looks, she sees evidence of how far Neuvillette is willing to go, and realizes that he was restraining himself for her. She chuckles to herself, heart melting.

She didn’t go through all that trouble dressing herself for the night to end this way, did she?

No, she thinks, definitely not.

when crypt doors creak and tombstones quake.

for @summerofbuddie week seven: alternate universes! affectionately known as the ‘eddie is too tired for this shit’ fic. buck / eddie • rated m • 1/3 chapters • 6.5k words.

Let’s make one thing absolutely clear: Eddie Diaz does not believe in ghosts. He sits on the fence about demons and God and all that shit — you can take the man out of Catholicism, but not Catholicism out of the man, apparently — but ghosts? Hauntings? Casper? Yeah, Eddie calls bullshit on the whole thing. There’s a logical explanation for pretty much everything, in his opinion. Odd creaks and bangs are just the house settling, and hey, he doesn’t remember putting his car keys in the kitchen sink but he’s just moved across the country, he’s cranky and sleep deprived, who's to say he didn’t do it? The house is old and neglected and fucking massive. It definitely looks like the kind of house you’d find in a horror movie. It looks creepy-as-shit. It looks like your stereotypical haunted house. But that doesn’t mean it is.

(or, eddie inherits a haunted mansion, moves across the country with his son, and falls in love with a charming paranormal investigator, all while insisting that ghosts aren't real.)

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