and his wild days

Has anyone seen Our Family Wedding

Well, if you haven’t, it’s a super fun film that tackles the social issue of accepting interracial relationships. The movie is hilarious, sweet, and just plain awesome so I highly recommend it! 

Aaaaaand yes, I have to annoy you guys with another AU. XD 

it’s been a long day and the sun has set a long time ago. when magnus gets back to his loft it’s with a heavy heart and his mind running wild with thoughts after the events of the day. the battle has been tough and even though they got through it without anyone being fatally injured, he still feels the emotional weight of the almost and the too close that had occurred too often to his liking.

despite all of this, magnus feels great. he sheds his jacket and starts working on getting the rest of his clothes off as soon as the door has closed behind him. he rolls his shoulders feeling the bone deep exhausted in his entire body and it has honest been too long since he last felt this content.

it only happens when he gets to release his magic to its full extent, and he might take advantage of his powers on a daily basis, but it’s rarely more than once a year he finds himself in a situation that calls for a full display of his powers’ potential.

he thinks back to the roaring storm he caused only a few hours earlier and sighs, enjoying the absolute calm that is now following.

the way his magic feels under his skin on an average day, a constant warm buzz, makes him feel restless more often than not. like all the wasted energy is trying to claw its way out of his body, making it difficult for him to completely relax. on days like this though, all the pent up tension and energy has left his body just like the enemies he left behind on the battlefield. leaving nothing behind.

as he finally gets rid of the last piece of clothing, he steps into the shower for a few moments before getting ready to go to sleep. he sinks into the mattress, nestled among the countless pillows, eyes falling shut almost immediately. magic might be convenient most of the time, but god did it feel good to have moments like this. calm, completely at ease, and feeling more human than he had for so long.

// 31 days of magnus bane -> magnus + magic

icarus never had a mother,
or so the myths say.
we know of his father, of his melting wings,
his broken body floating in the salt sea.

but when he was a boy,
his mother tugged her fingers through
his wild curls,
held him close to her and told him,
“one day you will reach the stars.”

icarus lost his mother in winter,
to fever and delirium.
before she died, she told him
“don’t listen to your father,
for his dreams are bigger than you.”

daedelus told his son,
“your mother had a small mind.
she never could have flown.”

—  the boy thinks of his mother as he falls

doctor-allons-y  asked:

*coughs nervously* Hi! So, uhm, I've been following your blog for a really long time and I'd just like to say I'm a huge fan! You're absolutely amazing at writing, and you've got some mad skills. I was wondering if I could send in a request (my first ever one!) for Andrew and Neil about which one of them would be the person to steal the other's phone and which one would be the one to deal with the aftermath. Again, number one biggest fan! Keep it up! Lots of loveeeeeeeeee! <333333333333

Ladies and gents I present my giant dork of a best friend. I love you.

this is so long im so sorry

  • Andrew takes Neil’s phone
  • But see, it’s not just for kicks, this kid has a plan, he’s already placed certain bets with the rest of the Foxes long before he takes Neil’s phone
  • The two have similar phones so it’s easy enough to switch his for Neil’s in the morning. Andrew makes sure his is dead so Neil can’t get into it anyway.
  • Nicky and Matt and Dan and Allison and even Renee’s texts keep coming in to Neil’s (Now Andrew’s) phone and a gc with the upperclassmen along with Kevin’s reminders for practice have Andrew murderous
  • So Andrew has Neil’s phone and he texts everyone normally at first so everyone is under the impression that it’s Neil
  • He replies to “How are you?”s with “I’m fine.”s
  • And “What’s up?”s with “In xyz class.” bc obv Andrew has Neil’s schedule memorized bc he’s a fucking nerd
  • And then it starts
  • Andrew takes a pic of random attractive people and sends one to each of the foxes like
  • Damn, they’re hot, I’d tap that.”
  • And everyone’s like
  • Oh my god
  • Neil
  • Wtf are you doing
  • What do you mean
  • What does this mean
  • Nicky’s screaming
  • Matts worried
  • Dan’s being a mother
  • Allison’s like same babe, same
  • Renee asks if Andrew and he’d fought like the sweetheart she is
  • Aaron doesn’t respond, but texts Andrew a “Shut your bf upBC HE CARES AND DOESN’T WANT NEIL TO HURT HIS BROTHER OK  which Andrew doesn’t know about until much later bc he desn’t have his phone
  • Kevin tells Neil to concentrate in class so he can practice more
  • Andrew doesn’t respond to any of the texts after sending the pictures
  • fucking nerd
  • i hate them all oh my god
  • But bc no one else is in his year and everyone has different classes they cant talk to the real Neil until practice the next morning
  • …but no one wants to say anything in front of Andrew
  • Andrew’s fucking dying
  • He acts like Neil and he fought big time, like they p much broke up
  • and everyones freaking out
  • and Neil, like the oblivious babe he is, is like…ok? Andrew’s being weird, but ok.
  • Andrew doesn’t stop there
  • He legit goes “I’m sorry Neil.” loud enough for Matt to hear.
  • “I didn’t mean it.” loud enough for Nicky to hear.
  • and Neil’s so fucking confused, but Exy, so he goes “We’ll talk after practice.” to placate Andrew
  • Andrew almost feels sorry, Neil is way to easy to prank
  • Everyone thinks this is it
  • Andrei have broken up
  • Money starts changing hands, all the bets, along the lines of Neil would sleep with anyone else, Neil would never leave Andrew, Andreil was going to be endgame, Andreil would make it to 80, Andreil would never break up
  • Every single one of them bet high bc they had faith in Neil
  • Anyway
  • Neil’s ignoring Andrew till after practice like he said and Andrew’s purposeley following him around with a dejected look on his face and Renee is collecting everyones money to give to Andrew
  • bc omg is this really happening
  • Andreil is breaking up
  • Andrew pockets the money such a lil shit oh my god and gets out of there as soon as practice is over
  • The Foxes corner Neil later and ask what the actual fuck happened
  • and Neil’s like wtf are y’all taking about
  • and they’re all like the texts? Kayla from History?
  • Adam from Stat? What the fuck what that?
  • and Neil, bless him, is so confused
  • and they’re like wtf
  • and he’s like wtf
  • and then he’s like “My phone’s been dead all day, which is weird, because I remember charging it all n- oh….”
  • No one gets their money back  

lazy day / sodapop:

ⓢ preparing snacks devoted to your lazy day.

ⓢ wearing a shirt of his and driving him wild.

ⓢ he wears sweatpants and a sometimes a loose shirt.

ⓢ soda demands that the popcorn must have chocolate mixed in it.

ⓢ laying in bed, taking naps on / off.

ⓢ staring at the ceiling, talking.

ⓢ him chasing you around the bed, tackling you.

ⓢ p i l l o w - f i g h t s.

ⓢ pretending he hit you too hard, gaining his sympathy and making him freak out, only to burst out laughing and attack him.

ⓢ “that’s not funny!”

ⓢ “you’re right — it’s hilarious.”

ⓢ sensual massages.

ⓢ c u d d l i n g.

ⓢ s k i n - t r a c i n g.

ⓢ “if you don’t get out of my shirt, Y/N —”

ⓢ making out in bed.

ⓢ watching the sun through the window.

ⓢ at odd hours in lazy day, deep and troubling thoughts are let loose.

ⓢ soda plays with your hair.

ⓢ sitting up while he’s laying down for a better angle to run your hands through his hair.


I had this finished yesterday, but didn’t get to posting it before I fell asleep!

bruhccellati  asked:

First of all, congrats on 1k followers! Your art is lovely and you definitely deserve it <3 Also, can I request a Gyro since I've just started reading sbr (and he's awesome af)? Have a nice day!!

Thank you!! :> i dont think ive drawn him before, so this was really fun! (thats a little weird tho cause hes my favorite from sbr??)

anyway without further ado:

Autistic Laurent 2.0

- autistic Laurent being ridiculously tense all the time; clenching his muscles as a stim because he doesn’t want to stim in public.

- autistic Laurent wearing impossibly soft fabrics as a stim.

- smol autistic Laurent being shy and emotionally distant from his parents, leading them to pass him on to auguste and nurses and tutors in exasperation.

- bby Laurent being selectively verbal with auguste.

- Young Laurent being touch averse and then running to auguste when the skin hunger gets too bad and he needs to feel someone’s touch but also be secure and safe.

- Young Laurent being berated for jiggling his legs and feet and flapping his hands at formal dinners and Royal fixtures.

- lil Laurent being obsessive about horse riding and horses and everything equine and reading 1940603874 books about horses and making auguste race with him constantly.

- 13 year old Laurent feeling a tight ball of burning hatred for Damianos of Akielos when auguste doesn’t come back and throwing himself obsessively into sword-fighting and fitness because he HAS to kill Damianos, he HAS to, to make things right.

- autistic Laurent becoming distressed when the routine of horse riding with auguste is broken because of his death and nothing is the same and all the rules are gone; closing in on himself and becoming quieter and colder.

- Laurent seeking familial comfort in his uncle and ending up abused by that horrible man, getting distressed because it’s against The Rules and he doesn’t like being touched at all and then the Regent sets New Rules and Laurent follows them even though he doesn’t want to and he hates it.

- Laurent forcing himself to maintain eye contact and appear ‘normal’ now that he’s the heir even though it exhausts him; escaping to his safe, Good space - either his room or the stables - at the end of the day.

- Stimming on Damen’s hair; desensitising himself to Damen’s touch; easing his need for touch on Damen’s skin.

- Damen comforting Laurent when he starts panicking and strategising (in really in opportune places) because he’s overthinking and focusing on the minutiae.

Chapter 6 here, get ready for my brainstorming *laughs*

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Movie Night

Eh, not as long as the other two (I believe?). Pretty decent.



Can you do a Tyler Seguin one shot where it’s just a normal night in, and your in bed with him and his dogs? Thank you!! :)


“You’re just the best boyfriend ever, aren’t you?” you cooed while being covered in kisses. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Calm down, boy. I know you had a wild day, but –”

“I don’t know who you’re in a relationship with: me or Marshall,” Tyler commented, walking out of the living room and into the bedroom with bowl of popcorn in hands. A black lab trailed behind him, causing you to giggle when Cash hopped into the free spot beside you and cuddled against you on the bed.

“Or Marshall and Cash,” Tyler corrected, steering Marshall off the bed. The moment he laid down, the chocolate lab was back on the bed, sprawled across Tyler’s legs with his head rested on your lap.

“Didn’t I just say Marshall’s the best boyfriend?” you cooed, petting the dog behind his ear. You groaned when popcorn started flying and landing in your hair. “Stop that, Ty,” you hissed, knocking his hand away right when he tried launching another piece. You pouted as you had to pull the pieces of popcorn from your hair. “I just washed my hair.”

“I’ll help you wash it again,” Tyler responded seductively, wiggling his eyebrows. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you against his side. His lips found their way to your sensitive spot right below your ear then trailed down your neck, peppering millions of kisses on the way.

No, Ty,” you protested, squirming against his side. Despite your actions, you both knew that you loved when he did that. You unconsciously tilted your head back to give him better access to the rest of your neck. “Th-The… The movie,” you managed to utter, weakly smacking your boyfriend. “Y-You should… should turn it on.”

“I’m busy turning something else on.”

That crack snapped you back into reality and you laughed, shoving Tyler’s face away. “Set up the movie, Seguin, or else you’ll be sleeping with the dogs tonight,” you teased, but not without giving him a peck on the lips.

Fine,” Tyler groaned. He kept his arm wrapped around you when he reached over to the nightstand to the grab the remote, pulling you down onto him as a result. “Now, look who’s all over me,” he joked, smirking down at you while snatching the remote.

“Wanna go into the Sin Bin?”

He made a zipping-his-lips motion and sat back up in his spot, keeping you pressed against him. “And what should we watch this fine, Friday night?”

You draped your arm over his stomach and snuggled more against his side. “Well, we agreed upon scary movies for this week, so just pick whatever,” you said. You slipped your hand underneath his gray, Dallas Stars t-shirt and trailed your fingers over his muscles. From the year or so you two had been dating, you practically memorized all the dips and curves that created Tyler Seguin – especially his abs (seeing as he was shirtless over 90% of the time he was home).

“Don’t get scared,” Tyler warned playfully, running his fingers over the exposed skin of your hip in circles.

“I have my strong, amazing boyfriend to hold me if I get scared.” You looked down at your feet and exclaimed, “Right, Marshall?” The dog casually lifted his head to look at you then rested it back down onto your lap. Cash somehow moved away from you and laid, curled up in a ball, besides Marshall.

“I think you’re gonna be the one sleeping with the dogs tonight.”

“It wouldn’t be anything new.”

He sighed, resting his head on top of yours. “True.”

anonymous asked:

Who's the one that's always anxious about how their breath smells, and is like always popping a mint or a piece of gum into their mouth because I would relate

John is the very anxious about how he smells all over one. He carries those little “wisp” tooth brush thingies around. He doesn’t chew gum, because he thinks its weird, but he will brush his teeth constantly. 

Alex sometimes forgets to brush his teeth and needs to be reminded.

Lafayette’s “bad breath” still smells like wild roses on a spring day. (as do his farts) 

Take Me HIGHer

For my stoner queen @deleted-scenes in honor of her birthday and signing her book deal for her diss today.  You deserve all the good things my dear, especially the good smut. 

Shout out to @runedsterek for the inspiration. 


The setting sun cast a shadow over the loft, silhouetting Derek as he stood in the middle of the room, his eyes on the door.  A moment later it was pulled open by Stiles, his eyes bright and his hair a little wild, but when was his hair under control these days?

“Happy birthday big guy,” Stiles said with a grin.  He pulled a small gift wrapped box out of his back pocket and tossed it to Derek.

“Who told you it’s my birthday?” Derek asked, catching the package and eyeing it suspiciously.  He had intentionally not told anyone when his birthday was, he had started a sad tradition of spending it alone, ever since Laura died.  He usually left town for the day, just in case someone found out and tried to make him celebrate.

If hadn’t been a problem for the last four years because the pack had been off at college, but now that they had graduated and some of them had moved back he should have expected this, even though he should have known, he was still a little annoyed.

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multilucifermuses  asked:

‘the elevator broke down’ sex or "were in a public place and I've spent the past hour making you ridiculously aroused' sex (Chloe )

Lucifer didn’t know which was worse; the way Chloe resisted him and his charms since the day the met. Thus making him wild with unhinged desire and leading him on a long emotional filled journey to figure out what it was that made her tick. OR- the way she behaved like an insatiable goddess of passion, after they finally did start a monogamous relationship.

It seemed like any time the opportunity to sneak in a kiss or tender touch presented itself, the moment was ended with Chloe flashing him a seductive grin, that both drove him wild and tempted him to drag her away somewhere for a heated session of quick albeit thrilling love making in some unpopulated corner.

But he was the devil, and the devil was one who did the tempting, not the other way around. It was apparent to Lucifer as he watched Chloe slowly bring a Popsicle to her lips and lick it very much like it was his own phallic member, that she cared LITTLE about that notion.

“How long do you intend to keep up this game of tempting me into losing my self control?” Lucifer asked with a slight growl of frustration in his voice. The growing erection in his pants was becoming more difficult to hide and control with each coy look the detective shot his way. “Bloody hell. Must you? Here? Now? Do you want to be thrown on this cheaply made, mall dining table have your clothes torn off and strewn about, then ravished here in front of dad and all these humans to witness first hand?”

Day Four

I’m just post this. PJO/real world clash. 

Nico slugged through the busy sidewalk of New York. He was trying to look relaxed, at the same time looking for any signs of monsters wanting to kill him. He was in Manhatten to get away from camp for a while. His father was driving him nuts so he didn’t want to go to the underworld.

A bus stopped ahead of him and a crowd of people got out. Nico sighed and tried to get around the group, but someone bumped into him and dropped a load of textbooks and paper at Nico’s feet.

“Dammit, I’m so sorry,” the guy said and picked up his history textbook. He didn’t look that much older from Nico, maybe a senior in high school. His black hair was wild like he had a hard day, and his green eyes portrayed embarrassment. Nico instantly had a crush on him.

“It’s okay, I was probably my fault anyway.” Nico knelt to help the guy pick up his books. “Thanks,” the guy said, “my backpack broke and I haven’t gotten a new one yet.”

“Where do you go to school?” Nico asked, wanting to talk to the guy longer. “Goode High. You?”

Nico’s mind raced for a school, but he didn’t know the area. “I’m homeschooled. Online, you know… the computer thing.”

The guy gave him a weird look, but he was smiling. “I’m Percy.”

“Nico,” Nico said and shook Percy’s hand. They stood, looking at each other for an awkward moment, neither one of them wanted to leave.

“Um, hey, can I get your number? Maybe we can talk again.” Percy asked with another smile.

Nico took a second to realize what Percy was talking about. He was born in the 1920’s, and they didn’t have phones at camp. “Uh, I forgot it. We just got a new phone number and I haven’t memorized it yet.”

Percy’s smile faded, “oh, okay. That’s fine. I should go anyways.”

Nico’s heart fell, he screwed it up and didn’t know what to do. “Wait, do you really have to go? We can go do something. I’ll pay.”

Percy looked at Nico up and down, seemingly trying to understand him better. “Um, sure. But I would like to get this stuff home first.” He gestured to the textbooks with his arm.

“Would you like to meet later? We can get hamburgers.” Nico’s been eating junk food since he left camp, he just couldn’t take the fruit anymore.

Percy made a small smile, which helped Nico breath a little easier. “Sure. Is 7:00 okay?”

Nico nodded and smiled back, “See you then.”

Our Little Secret

Time stopped.

They had been dancing, laughing, having fun.

Hermione pulled away from him, just for a second. No more than a blink of an eye.

He was staring right back at her. There was something new in the bright green eyes of one of her best friends. A hunger, a curiosity, something more.

One heartbeat. Two.

His gaze searched hers looking for something. Something that would tell him what to do. He found it. Hermione’s breath caught at the sudden confidence in his eyes. The sureness with which he looked at her, the rightness of it. He leaned down, and their lips touched.

It was… everything. Hermione stopped breathing, stopped moving, stopped living in the brief second their lips touched. His were chapped from too many days out in the wild, but tender as he pressed them against her own. It was only a second, a breath, a hint of what could be… Hermione felt a small tingle, a shock that seemed to jump from Harry’s lips to her own. One that raced through her blood, making her inhale sharply through her nose. Harry pulled back, his eyes full of wonder. Hermione was sure her face mirrored his in that moment. He felt it too, she thought. He felt it too.  


Time stopped.

Harry couldn’t believe he was holding a laughing, dancing, Hermine in his arms.

She pulled away from him, and Harry looked down at her, instantly falling into her eyes. She was looking at him, pupils blown wide. Funny, he thought I never noticed how long her lashes were.

He could feel it growing inside him. The need, the want, the hunger to feel her pressed against him. She was thinner than Harry had ever seen her; her already wild hair was completely untamed from weeks of Scourgify and brief dips in streams. Harry doubted he looked much better.

One heartbeat. Two…

Harry searched her gaze, hoping, praying to Merlin, she felt something too. Just the barest hint of this. Of them. Her pink lips parted, her eyes wide and trusting. Harry bent down. Their lips touched and he marveled at her softness, the gentleness with which she let him kiss her. That’s when it happened, a small shock- like static on a winter’s day. It passed his lightly parted lips and made its way down his throat. It was hot and made his blood race. He pulled back to see her beautiful brown eyes staring at him full of wonder and hope…. She felt it too. He thought, she felt it too.

Harry wasted no time in dipping his head back down, pulling her close as he pressed his lips against hers.

Hermione tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, as if she couldn’t get enough.

Harry’s hands were on her back, a slight pressure, and she found herself pulled tight against him. He wasn’t much taller than her, but Hermione thrilled a little as she was pulled to her tip-toes, their lips never once breaking contact. His hands moved lower, cupping her arse, then her upper thighs. A slight bend at the knees and a little jump found Hermione in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as if they belonged there. Harry could feel her ankles locked in the small of his back and let out a little moan at the image that feeling brought to mind.

Hermione took advantage of that moan and swept her tongue into his mouth. They each groaned at the contact. It wasn’t long before his tongue and hers were tangled together, a parody of what they were moving very quickly toward. Harry took one step, then another, excided by how easy it was to carry Hermione. She was perfect, perfect for ME. He thought possessively. Another step and he was lowering her onto the bottom mattress of their shared bunk-bed.

Hermione had the fleeting thought that they were moving too fast. But kissing Harry was quickly becoming addicting. He felt like fire -a small sun bursting to life in her chest- and if she stopped kissing him, it would collapse into a black hole. One she would never return from.

Hermione wasn’t sure she was willing to take that chance. So when Harry pushed his hips against hers, Hermione pushed right back. His hands were on either side of her head, caging her in. Hermione had never felt so small and protected in her life. She shivered and slipped her hands around to clutch his back.

Harry broke contact then. His lips parted from hers and Hermione instantly felt bereft. One of his hands moved to tangle in her brown curls -pulling her head back- as he began to kiss the soft skin on the column of her neck.

Hermione moaned…. “Oh, Harry…”

It was as if saying his name aloud broke whatever spell they had been under. Harry’s lips left her neck, and Hermione felt her fingers relax their hold before falling softly back onto the mattress. Harry took one look at her disheveled hair, the way she wouldn’t quite meet his eyes, the mark he had left on her neck; and scrambled off of her. Hermione sat up and hugged her knees to her chest.

“Um… that… I-” Harry ran a slightly trembling hand through his hair. He didn’t want to say it was a mistake. It hadn’t felt like a mistake. It had felt right, like a missing piece had fallen into place. He looked over at her. Maybe I just miss Ginny. Harry thought to himself. It had been so long since he had seen her, since he’d held the fiery redhead in his arms. That must be it. The excuse was there on his lips, ready to spill over, when Hermione looked up at him.

Her eyes were glossy, as if she were already holding back tears, but they were steady on his. He just missed Ginny… But that wasn’t it. Because he hadn’t been thinking of Ginny, he had been thinking of her. Of Hermione. The one who had been with him through it all, who still hadn’t given up on him….

He opened his mouth again.


Hermione had been right.

That bright, warm sun in her chest had quickly burnt out and was currently swirling, black and empty, in her chest. And it hurt. Good Godric did it hurt. Hermione bit her lip to keep from crying. She wouldn’t do that to him.

Logically, she knew why this had happened. It didn’t make it hurt any less. She watched as Harry fretted, surely thinking of ways to let her down easy. She couldn’t do it. Couldn’t hear the letdown, no matter how gentle he phrased it.

Hermione looked back at her knees, and took deep breaths. She could do this. She loved Ron anyways. Right? Right? She searched her soul for the answer. When she found it, Hermione wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cry. Brightest witch of her age and she had missed what was right in front of her.

It was too late now. He was in love with Ginny, and Hermione wouldn’t stand in the way of that.

She looked up at him, their eyes met. Harry opened his mouth, but Hermione beat him too it, unwilling to hear it. “It’s okay Harry. We,” she licked her lips. “We shouldn’t- can’t- do this. It’s… this happened because we’re out here alone, in the middle of nowhere. If- If we’d had other company, this never would have happened. Our emotions were getting away from us. It’s normal for hormones to react this way.” She nodded at the wisdom of her own words, ignoring the growing look of confusion on Harry’s face.

Hermione took a deep breath and scooted closer to him. Just close enough to put her hand on his shoulder. “I don’t blame you Harry. I wanted it just as badly as you did, but it’s done. We don’t have to tell anyone. It can be our little secret.” She moved away until her back was pressed against the tent wall.

Harry sat stiffly on the bed, not entirely sure what had just happened. He had been preparing to tell her he wanted to see where things could go. To see if they could become something… well something more than friends. He had been so sure she felt the same as him, yet here she was, letting him down. Giving him excuses so he could back out without feeling bad….

Harry blinked, then grinned. His grin turned to a chuckle. He shook his head at Hermione’s willingness to just let this pass because she thought he didn’t really want her. It might have worked too, if he hadn’t known her so well.

Hermione looked up at the sound of Harry’s soft laugh. She squeaked when he reached over and pulled her into his lap. She was cradled into his chest, his mouth against her hair. Even muffled by the curls, she heard him though. “You’re over thinking things again.”

Hermione moved to protest, but he gave her a quick squeeze, and kept speaking. “I wanted to kiss you, silly woman. Look me in the eye and tell me that didn’t feel right? Tell me you didn’t feel anything more than ‘horny and alone in the woods.’” He challenged her.

Hermione tilted her head and looked up at him. While his grin was smug, his eyes were sincere. She let out a small relieved huff. The warmth in her chest roared back to life and quickly spread through her limbs, warming every part of her. “Alright, you’re right this time I suppose.” Hermione felt herself smirk as the smug grin turned into a smile at her words. “It was more than horny and alone in the woods.”

Harry let out a short laugh and nipped her lip. “I don’t want this to be our little secret.” He told her, and pulled her back down on the small bed, still held tight in his arms.

@moonnott, @sableunstable @chiseplushie @siriuslyorionwicked @disillusionist9 @laisvega @indiebluecrown @henriasownbinder @m1sc1efmanaged I can’t thing of anyone else you might enjoy Harmony. Sorry if I missed you! 

First ever Harmony. 

White, for the color of the paper crane I made you. It had my phone number inside. That was the day where it all began.
Cerulean, for the color of the crisp summer sky. That was the day I cried in front of you for the first time, and you held onto me, and told me you’d always be there for me.
Powder, for the softness of my scarf I let you wear when we went on a walk. That was the day we took candid pictures together.
Brick, for the texture of the walls inside the cozy restaurant we ate at after homecoming. That was the day you introduced me to your friends.
Tawny, for the color of hot chocolate you made me one night. That was the day I called you after a hard day at work and you made me dinner.
Juniper, for the smell of the Christmas tree pines needles scattered on your floor. That was the day I saw your wild side.
Ebony, for the night's complexion when we sat outside together, listening to the water of your little pond. I trembled a little, I was ready to tell you. I was no longer scared. That was the day I told you I loved you, and the day you told me you loved me too.
—  Painting Our Love With Colors