When they kiss, when they finally kiss, it feels like the inevitable spring shower that follows a particularly harsh winter; warm and slow, stilling the air so that Anna’s world is reduced to a single defined point where the first raindrop had just fallen.
Anna vaguely thinks, there ought to be something terrible in her stomach. As she leans forward onto her tiptoes to meet lips with her sister, she wonders where is the ball of guilt, of shame and sin. And if this is truly a sin, Anna decides as Elsa’s hot mouth opens and her tongue slips past, that the devil could expect her in hell without an ounce of regret.
Out of the thousands of scenarios she’s played in her head, this is one she hasn’t imagined. Perhaps Elsa would kiss her in the gardens, pressed against the large hickory tree in the back as the guards stood ignorant. Or would Elsa kiss her in the library as she slept against one of the many thick tomes, stealing a kiss from her unconscious form so that Anna may confront Elsa later that night, tease her older sibling and return the kiss.
Oh how Anna had fantasized about those lips, that mouth that sang like a nightingale, kissing her in a moment of frenzied lust.
But when it happens, they are in the most mundane of places. Elsa’s room, dressed in only sifts and a moment before, Anna was laughing against the fireplace about whatever they’d been discussing. She’d thrown her head back, closing her eyes, one of those laughs that demanded to be experienced in full and when composure and vision returned to her, Elsa is so close and looking so fondly that Anna just couldn’t resist.
So Anna steps forward and finds that there is no fear or hesitation, that in Elsa’s eyes are warmth and only slight anticipation, realizes that Elsa has been waiting for this too, this moment where everything has slotted into place and nothing feels more right than to press her body, one of royal blood that only craves royal flesh, against her sister.
For added affect, listen to this or watch this (I prefer watching the live version bc holy fuck the passion)(this dabble actually has nothing to do with the subject of the song I just love it okay)
He was coming home today. The tour ended yesterday, and they were all flying home tonight. They were coming home. I’d had an old All Time Low song stuck in my head for nearly a week- “Remembering Sunday”- and no matter what else I listened to I just kept coming back to that song. I woke up with the tune playing and replaying in my head, I’d sing it in the shower, I’d hum it while watching TV without realizing it. I listened to it through earphones while I was getting ready to go to the airport. It was a late plane; nonetheless there were fans at the airport. I stood next to his mom, across from the barricades and security guards that held back the fans. I felt bad for the fans, especially since I’ve been on that side of the situation before, but the boys’s safety was most important. Whatever anyone could do to prevent mobbing was done. I was watching the fans and making silly faces for their pictures when I felt my phone buzz. Just landed, can’t wait to see you babe, Luke had texted. I took a sharp intake of breath as I read it. He was really coming home. He was really going to be back holding me and kissing me and looking up cute cat videos with me when we’re bored and watching School of Rock with me and the other boys on the weekends. He was going to be back to stealing my shampoo and all the covers and apologizing in the morning and attempting to make pancakes but burning them and eating all the bacon I’d cook instead. He was really coming home. I spent the next fifteen minutes not taking my eyes off the gate door. When it finally opened I gasped and clutched his mom’s arm. She shot me a warm, reassuring smile. I felt my heart steadily drumming against my ribs. The fans’s screams pounded my eardrums. When I caught sight of that blonde quiff there was nothing holding me back. I rushed forward, brushed past Calum and Ashton, and wrapped my arms around his torso, burying my head in his neck. Breathing in his smell was what finally drove me to tears. After months I could finally smell him again, not just faintly on the sheets or the pillows but on him. On the hoodie he was wearing as he hugged me back tightly. “God, Luke,” I sobbed out. I felt myself shake against his body. “I missed you so fucking much,” he whispered, holding my head against chest. He ran his hand through my hair and I shivered. “Nice to see you too,” I heard Calum say. I half laughed and half cried in response, retracting myself from Luke. “Hi Calum. And Ashton and Michael,” I said and waved to them in greeting. “Missed you Y/N,” Michael said. “Me too. I missed all of you,” I said, looking back at Luke. He smiled sweetly and kissed my tear stained cheek. Then he slid his hand into mine. I’d forgotten how marvelous holding his hand could be. On the way home I kept my face buried in the crook of his neck as he sat next to me. I never wanted to forget how he smelled again. He kept his hand on my leg, rubbing in small, tender circles, speaking little. It was obvious that he was tired because his movements kept stopping and then starting again, and I could tell his eyes would flutter closed and then back open. He insisted on having dinner, even though it was one AM by the time we got back to our place. We ordered pizza by delivery, and he barely had one piece before he fell asleep on the couch. We were sitting next to each other, and he curled into me and leaned his head down on my shoulder. I could feel his lungs inhaling and exhaling. He was heavy, damn was that tall, broad shouldered boy heavy as he leaned on me but I was just glad he was home. As I struggled to support him, a familiar tune popped back into my head. Started making his way past two in the morning… He was so adorable sleeping. So soft and cuddly. And warm. The punk rock kitten. “Leaning now, into the breeze…” I whispered the lyrics. I reached for a pillow and adjusted his sleeping form so that his head was laying in my lap, and I could look at him. Now this place seems familiar to him… I ran the pads of my fingers along his jaw. His mouth was slightly ajar and he was drooling. All I could think was that the world saw him as some sex god when he was playing on stage but he was just a boy who drooled and loved to cuddle and sing Blink 182 way off key with me. Just a boy who cried watching Disney movies with me and wanted me to get him Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles undies for his birthday. He was just this adorable little dork but he was my dork. My chest felt like it was flooding with emotion. “Forgive me, I’m trying to find…my calling, I’m calling at night…” I sung softly. I ran my fingers through his hair and watched his sleeping face. His chest rose and fell as quiet little snores emitted. That beautiful fucking dork. “I don’t mean to be a bother,” I sung softly, “but have you seen this girl?” “Are you singing All Time Low to me?” Luke whispered, eyes still closed, voice heavy with drowsiness. “Mmm, maybe, sleepy Lukey,” I teased, still playing with his hair. “Keep going,” he requested. “She’s been running through my dreams. And it’s driving me crazy, it seems…”
You make my head spin and my heart hurt when I think of you because it’s like the feelings in my chest take my breath away because you’re just a god damn masterpiece with those breathtaking eyes of yours and I really just don’t know how to say that you’re my whole word without sounding broken.
" Oh Me? I was just Enjoying the view" Dabble request for Silverwing26
It got done early! for your request of this. “ My headcanon says that Ciel has this beautiful round fountain on his grounds and Sebastian has planted a multitude of white roses around it for his masters pleasure. So prompt… Sebastian catches Ciel actually admiring these beautiful roses which he secretly adores. Ciel is suitably embarrassed. (proud little thing) Go!”
I kinda went..into a slightly different direction but…I TRIED! I REALLY REALLY DID!! So i hope you like it!
The site that met the butlers eyes while looking for his Master out in the gardens was quite…cute.
The Earl was laying on his stomach on the fountains ledge with a book that had been abandoned sometime ago as the earl stared at the roses that surrounded the fountain, a hand ever so often dipping and splashing in the water, his left leg up in the air as the right laid over the ledge just slightly.
The boy had been staring intently at the roses for so long Sebastian though one would explode from such a gaze, not knowing that Ciel had been imagining things while staring at the roses, such things involved snow, the small mountain of paper work he still had laying about on his desk and a shadowed rose that reminded him of porcelain skin of a certain someone whom he had been up most of the night with. Ah..Sebastian however..did not miss that shudder of excitement that ran up the boys spine, causing his bottom to wiggle.
While the boy was daydreaming about…..certain activities he’d rather be doing in that moment, but then a hand ghosted over his back, fingers brushing past the top of his bottom with a small bit of pressure, causing a small shiver to go through him and as the hand was about to grab his shoulder, he rolled into the fountain with a startled shout.
“ Oh my…Young Master? Are you alright? I was just coming out to retrieve you f-” “ DON’T! DON'T YOU DARE ’ Young Master’ ME!” The Earl shouted at the butler, doing a startling well impersonation of the demons voice as he started waving his wet arms about as he stood in the fountains water, his entire front was soaked, along with the entirety of his blue shorts, his jaw clenched once Sebastian cocked his head, a faint smirk coming upon his lips.
“ Truly My Lord..I have absolutely No idea what you’re going on about.” The Butler cooed, only to be met with a large splash of water, soaking the front of his uniform, “ DO not give me such an excuse!” Ciel snapped, “ Now, Tell me what that…that…gesture was about?!” He railed, Ignoring the scowl coming from the demon.
“ My lord i was just alerting you to my presence. Also, I must say,” He talked closer, unbuttoning his buttons for his tailcoat, “ I never would have imagined to see you out here, admiring the roses in such a way.” He smirked as the boy flushed once more, turning a slightly darker color of red, “ I-its my manors grounds! I can admire what i want!” He answered , watching the demon pull off his tail coat to ring out the lapels. “ And you do not alert you Master in such a fashion!” The boy yelled again, but was met with a chuckle when the butler looked at him, pulling off his waistcoat to also ring that out with his coat.
“ Well..if my lord doesn’t mind my honesty..It seems you were enjoying it..” Sebastian mused,turning his head to look the boy up and down, only for the boy to look down his soaking body to see the…
“ T-that is none of your concern!” Ciel spat out, a new embarrassed blush covering his cheeks as the growing erection showed through his soaked shorts and he began to try to make it less noticeable somehow, “ My My someone seems upset that I noticed something..” The Demon teased as he walked closer to to boy, scooping him up from the fountain, only to sit down on the ledge and sitting the boy on his lap.
“ Now then..since you have given my clothes a through, Why don’t we…” a hand traveling down the boys thigh, making Ciel arch up with a gasp as he was touched, pushing his face into the other neck, panting softly and moaning as he was rubbed.
“ Let us make the best of this then..and let me take care of your little problem..”
Fleur stared out across the war-torn grounds of Hogwarts.
I rewrote this like 4 times just for you Alex. Its longer than intended becos you know i overachieve just for you mate. <3
Fleur stared out across the war-torn grounds of Hogwarts. The dawn was quiet and mournful, a painting of muted grays and bleak overcast. The crows squawked their song, like prayers over an open casket. She’d come out to the hills to survey the damage; see the full scope of the aftermath of battle and victory.
Moments later, Hermione appeared on her left, footfall sounding off on the rubble of broken cobblestone. Unsurprised that she was found by the younger girl, Fleur turned around to greet the her with a slight nod.
Hermione responded with a tip of her head. In her hands she juggled two cups of something smelling like coffee and Fleur took one appreciatively. It was a routine they developed in Shell Cottage; early mornings, wordless greetings, and coffee. She should’ve expected it from the weak aroma but Fleur could barely hide a wince as she took a sip of very diluted coffee.
“Its the best I could savage from the kitchens,” Hermione said, ruffled.
Fleur hid her first smile in many days behind the cup and took another sip. “I never said anything,” she replied wryly.
“Reckon you didn’t have to with that awful look on your face,” Hermione’s shoulder brushed against Fleur as she stepped beside her. The shorter girl took a tentative sip, also managing to hide her grimace. “It’s not terrible.”
“Sebastian…” The boy muttered as he was cradled into his butlers arms, whom was currently lulling him back to sleep with small pets to his hair.
Ciel had awoke an hour ago from a nightmare. And the first person he had screamed for was naturally, Sebastian. But what came to shock the demon slightly was when the Earl asked him to stay and sleep with him. And so here he sat, waiting for Ciel to go back to sleep, petting his hair, and every so often, whispering words of what he thought would be ‘comforting’ to a child. But finally, after another hour, The boy was asleep.
Sebastian debated getting up and walking away for a moment, until he noticed a firmly placed leg over his hips and the boy all but piled on his chest. Ah… Sebastian thought, letting a sigh escape his lips, This shall be difficult… Sebastian mused as the boy atop him began to snore lightly, pressing his face into the crook of the elders neck, his small breaths fanning the side of his neck, causing the butler to smirk Ah… What fun indeed.
Ciel had woken with a start the next morning, He hadn’t even heard the slight rustling of the serving cart that morning to somewhat wake him up from his slumber against the carpeting outside his rooms, in the hallways, But this morning he did not.
But once the blinds were open and Ciel felt it against his face, he groaned and turned over, ignoring Sebastian’s gentle voice saying “Young Master, it’s time to get up.”.
“Young Master? Are you even rousing yet?…Young Master?” Sebastian repeated, walking to the boys small frame that just snuggled back against his large pillows, pretending the butler wasn’t there so he could get more rest.
“Ah… I see… and here I thought you would of slept better… even though I slept here most of the-” “You what?!” Ciel practically screamed as he shot up from his 'dozing’ state. “Oh yes young master, You were quite precious to, draped around me like a sheet even.” The demon smirked.
“Y-you…I-I did no such thing!” The boy blushed, looking away as he folded his arms a crossed his chest and his news paper was set beside him. “Oh no Master, I assure you, you were… After all, I never tell a lie.” Sebastian smiled at the boy as the boy huffed in slight embaressment.
“Whatever… I would like my scones now…”
AH~ I hope you liked this~! I am sorry it took so long! Also a thank you to the darling glimmeringgoldenearl for help editing~!
Thats the first thing they ask her. The first thing they always ask her. In truth, Hermione will never know if she’s “alright”.
She lost some part of herself that day, in the manor, maybe she lost the part of her thats “alright” and now all thats left are the parts in shambles, like stone rubble laying on cracked concrete, just little pieces of herself that will never fit right again.
It could have been anyone, but its Fleur because—well, perhaps destiny is real and karma exists, or perhaps its just the coincidence of a trillion and one particles colliding at millions of kilometers a second, and those just happened to bring Fleur to her.
Fleur doesn’t ask but Hermione says it anyway. “I’m not alright.”
And Fleur, by ways of the trillion particles forming the right words or because Fleur’s seen her oozing putrid black blood and screaming in agony, says just the most right thing.
She says, in a single breath, “and thats okay.”
“Will I be okay?” Hermione asks, in a tone far more childish than she meant.
“You learn to live with it.” Fleur says, “you just learn. And one day, some time from now, you’ll look up and think ‘I’m alright’.”
Pulling at the cotton string of her sweater, Hermione shuffles her feet, pushing them into the sand. Fleur twines her hands around hers, and Hermione can’t help but think how thin those fingers are.
“Do you know? For sure?”
Fleur shakes her head and sighs. “I don’t,” she says full of melancholy. “But I hope. For you. For all of us.”