#theyyyyyyy

[vastvastvast]

David and Tommy as The Kiss (no, not that one, the one by Malcom T Liepke)

[mu1tiversearch]

muse(s) in pixels!

tagged by: me <3 tagging: everyone who sees this pls it's so fun

[kuriboh-mama-yami]

this fic's word count has officially surpassed my epq

[starrook]

[ TOWEL ]

Tended to just in time, it allows Lapis to make the journey to shelter inside Viscount Menja's home from the storm, but her heart doesn't settle until she's certain she can find a specific someone...

“ Prince Alcryst! ”

Ruby eyes scour through crowds over and over until she's certain she's found him at last. Bounding over to him, shoes in one hand and a clean towel in the other, she carefully attempts to navigate the large room to make it to him.

“ Sorry. I should've been out there trying to find you before I headed inside, ”  she apologizes, instantly regretting her decision.  “ I'm glad you made it though. The storm's something fierce! Here, lean down and I'll dry you off. One of the workers here just gave me this. ”

It leaves her completely drenched from head to toe, but she doesn't hesitate even a moment in her mind.

Where is Lapis?

Alcryst's head turns at the sound of doors opening, the steady drumming of rain followed by a bustling crowd of people seeking shelter from the storm. Their clothes look soaked completely through, worse than the last group's. And just as Alcryst did with the last group, he searches for a certain face. None of them are Lapis.

He tells himself that Lapis is fine, that she's a capable woman who can surely make her way back to the mansion in this downpour. In Alcryst's heart he knows that's true, yet the pit in his stomach remains. Just a few more minutes. A few more minutes, and if Lapis isn't back by then, Alcryst will allow himself to freak out.

Thankfully he doesn't have to wait that long. Alcryst hears his name and turns immediately, "Lapis!", with a relieved smile on his face. Has she been inside all this time? That should have been a relief, but he only worries about how wet she looks. Shoes in one hand, towel in another. Water drips from the dress, forming little puddles by her feet, and yet she insists on drying Alcryst off first.

"Wait, you should use it first," Alcryst insists. Sure he could use a towel, but to him it's Lapis that needs it more. Honestly she might need more than that. Alcryst extends a hand towards the shoes, offering to hold them for her. "Ah... should I ask Viscount Menja to find a change of clothes for you? You'll catch a cold if you stay in that dress."

[hexblooddruid]

[overtake]

Max Plays F1 23 With His Race Engineer

[finndoesntwantthis]

Eddie and Okada it’s a match made in Heaven 😍😍😍😍😍

[bwoahtastic]

3 sentence fic about Lewis and Selkie Max🥺

Max saw the King looking at his pelt, which was safely on Max's lap as they sat together at the fire, Lewis reading to Max from the heavy book in his own lap while Max absentmindedly stroked his pelt.

"Touch?" Max asked softly, extending the pelt to Lewis with a curious look, trusting the king not to grab it, to tear it from Max, and indeed the King just gave him an awed, wide eyed look, before reaching over to stroke his hand over the soft pelt.

"Beautiful..." Lewis whispered, before glancing up at Max with a bashful smile, "just like you..." He added softly, making Max blush and place more of the pelt in Lewis's hands.