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HTM - Christmas 2022 - Melting Touch

Prompt No.6: Watching snowflakes getting stuck on the other's lashes.

Muse: Antony Starr

Requested by: @madhatter2727

Warnings: Kissing

Words: 311

HTM CHRISTMAS 2022 | ANTONY STARR

His lashes are soft brown. Fluttering onto the top of his cheekbones. He smiles gently when I adjust his cream winter hat which hugs the contours of his face.

‘Antony! Snowflakes!’ I carefully wipe across his lashes, melting the ice caught there. His face is between my palms and he looks at me longingly. I step back taking my hands off his face.

‘Don’t, um, don’t go.’ He says. His gaze lingers on me, his voice uneven. He leans in and pulls me by the waist.

‘What are you doing?’ I say.

‘Don’t go from me.’ He smiles like he does onset, his teeth vibrant.

‘I’m not?’ I reply but wait for his reaction. Not really wanting to miss his next move. He wraps his arm around me tighter, bringing me closer to him, raising his other hand to my face, still smiling. ‘You have snowflakes on your eyelashes too.’ Still smiling. He doesn’t stop even when he speaks. ‘Can I wipe them away?’ he asks.

I lean into him. ‘Yes.’

With his smile still wide he takes that as a victory. He’s got me. I’m helpless and entwined. At the moment he swipes the snow from my lashes, I blink and look down, then in that moment when I manage to refocus and look back up at him, his face closes in on mine and he kisses me. I lean into him and kiss him back. He’s gentle and warm. I rest my hands on the front of his shoulders, feeling the softness of his mint jumper. The crew neck exposes him and I wrap my hand behind his neck. I won’t back away until he does. But he keeps me like this for a long time.

Thank you to @youneedsomepromptsfor these. Dividers by @firefly-graphics

He breaks the kiss when I curl my fingers under his neckline. ‘Oh I definitely don't want you to leave now.’ He chuckles.

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5 Lines Tag

Tagged by: @tabswrites (here)

Tagged lines: a line with food, a line with temperature, a line with fear, a funny line and a line with color.

Gently tagging: @stuffaboutwriting , @theunboundwriter , @dogmomwrites , and Open tag~!

Your lines shall be: A line with a drink, a line with light, a line with fire, a funny line, a line with an animal

My lines writing below:

A Line With Food (From: Deja Vu)

“How was shopping?” Jasper gave Zahirir his cup so that the other would get him a refill while he spoke with Keon for a minute.

“We got what we were after. Some snacks for the stockpile in our room.” Though Jasper hadn’t asked, yet, what Keon and Song had gone out for, it was an inevitable question that Keon answered without having to be asked.

“I knew there weren’t any cupcakes in the pantry that day. It all makes sense now.” Jasper leaned back and threw his arms in the air as though he had just come to an epiphany. Even Phin had wondered where those cupcakes came from a few weeks back, though he had apparently not stewed over the information as Jasper apparently had been.

This time, Keon gave an audible laugh. It was quiet, from the chest, but a true Keon laugh nonetheless.

A Line With Temperature (From: Dread Secrets)

Xiang is sitting under an opening in the roof, leaving him unprotected from the cold raindrops falling. Looking up, Xiang notes an orange light illuminating the branches of twisted trees that hang over where the roof would be had it not caved in. Maybe the raindrops are just falling from the branches and leaves overhead.

Xiang determines that it must be early morning since there is a layer of fog or mist clinging to the ground and trailing into the house. Xiang stands, brushing a bit of the dirt off of his clothing and side of his face.

A Line With Fear (From: Dread Secrets)

Xiang hyperventilates, clutching his chest. The smell of smoke, blood, and mud fill his nose and throat. He stumbles backwards from Celesto falling to the ground, his back hitting a wall. Fire suddenly ignites all around and he watches in horror as the Grim Twilight Ivy on the walls envelops him, the last thing he sees is Celesto raising her hand towards him and her gaze locking with his.

A Funny Line (From: Dread Secrets)

Though Xiang doesn’t know for sure, Lorne glances at Scy as though the other man had asked something. “Ah. We’re heading to a little nook of mine I go to sometimes to get away from those old historian geezers. It’s not too much further, we’ll hear what Xiang wanted to say there.”

‘Again with calling the actual Grand Historians old geezers… As if you aren’t not-so-secretly centuries older than any of them,’ Xiang thinks to himself.

After some time, they come to a staircase leading further up with a door that has the bookcase symbol they’d been following carved over it.

A Line With Color (From: Dread Secrets)

A scream echoes out from the cave the wolf guards, causing hairs to rise and even the trees of the surrounding forest to shiver. Those closest to the cave’s entrance freeze despite themselves, citizen and soldier alike regardless of kingdom affiliation.

A body clad in white, gold, and silver flies from the mouth of the cave, crashing harshly across the ground for several meters. His white cape with a flying, golden kestrel flutters to the ground, ripped from its place on his back. The man lies face down in the dirt, body limp and unmoving save for the twitch of the fingers of his right hand.

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Prompt #8

Character B’s Family have been a well known group of models for generations, and B’s mom is actually a judge on a fashion show now that she’s retired from runways. The family all follow the legacy of supermodel-dom.

B’s siblings are super successful but B? They don’t care much for it. Sure they’ve done a show or two, but they’ve been more into the actual fashion design aspect. This is how they meet Character A, up and coming designer that is giving the older pros a run for their money.

In other words; no one likes A because they’re damn good and hella creative. When they sees B they just know they have to have B model their clothes. This person was made to wear A’s designs.

It takes a lot of convincing and arguing before they reach an agreement: if B will model their clothing (A insists they won’t take anyone else) then A will take B in as their protege (something that A has refused to do ever before)

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Muse: Homelander/Antony Starr | Pairing: Naval Commander!John x female OC/reader Prompt: “What do you need?” “You.” Words: 278 Author: @theboysfanfic

Artwork: This amazing Homelander artwork is by @scadarts. It inspired our AU so we wanted to use it here as the background for our banners. Warnings: none

On the first step onto the dancefloor,  his gloves are white and smooth, reaching towards me, then are on my waist and shoulder. A nudge forward,  my hands to his chest, he leans closer with a searching stare.

On the first twirl, the stare turns expectant as he pulls me into his chest. Resting me on his royal blue uniform.

The transition is graceful and curious. He's thinking of how I might respond. To the dance, to him, and to his moving/ motives.

He hasn't said a word on the dip he drops me into. But isn't it time? The intimacy of our hips aligned, him anchoring his hand at the small of my back, gently descending, then coming back up.

And on the lift up I feel the fizz of the candle wick, the dizzying dance and the weight of his silence turning into butterflies in your stomach. Fluttering their wings when he brings me up to him but doesn't let go. He doesn't move on from the hold,  he keeps me in place.

The candles cast dancing shadows in the empty hall, ready for tomorrow's events. The flames mirroring his intention. But the dance is slow. Calculated.

I tilt and turn away from his face.

'I don't bite.' he smiles.

'But the ball is tomorrow and I won't be practice before the main event.'

What will the motive be?

'What do you need?' he says.

'You.' I say looking up into his eyes and. The flames flicker on his eyes I slide my hand over the length of his arm, over his sleeve, hold his gaze, then slink away into the corridors of the castle.

Credit: Uniformed Homelander, blue and red, artwork by @scadarts on instagram. Dividers by @firefly-graphics x. feedback/18+ banners by @maysdigitalarts. Photo prompt source: x.

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Working on a new short story! ♥️

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Oooo she is so little she can't understand that I have no children no address no place of employment no prospects oooo

Kindly don't infantilise petite women