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This is literally the cutest prompt ever! 

Here’s a ficlet! 

“I’m fine, R.” Enjolras gripes as he tactically pushes up on his left foot, arm extending high above his head to reach for a coffee mug placed on the highest shelf in the cupboard.

And, he thinks, he is fine. Sure his foot is slightly swollen and colored an impressive purple after a particularly nasty tumble down the steps at Marius’s dorm building, but he doesn’t need a keeper. He’s fully capable of doing everything himself. The pain isn’t even that bad; he finds its maybe a six on a scale of ten. Completely manageable.

His balance suddenly teeters, and he finds himself falling to the side without the cup. He would have crashed to the floor if it weren’t for a sudden, lean arm wrapping around his waist to steady him from behind. Another arm reaches past his head to easily grab the mug he’s been attempting to get for the better part of two minutes.

“You clearly aren’t,” Grantaire says, voice rumbling against Enjolras’s back, and Enjolras ignores the slight shiver as warm breath brushes across his neck in favor of pursing his lips out into a pout and breathing out a low huff.

When Grantaire steps away to place the mug in the Keurig, Enjolras hobbles toward the table, bracing one hand on the back of a chair as he glares daggers at Grantaire’s back.

“I am fine,” he spits out, voice dancing across a dangerous flame threatening to burn the brunet’s back.

Sighing, Grantaire turns until he’s facing Enjolras with an arched brow. “Will you just sit down before you fall down? E, I love you, but you are being an idiot.“ When the Keurig chimes right after his words, he turns back to it to finish preparing the coffee.

Enjolras blinks absently, focus zeroing in on the small, four-letter L word that Grantaire just used as if it’s nothing. He pulls a chair out and drops down into it, chair legs creaking loudly under the sudden weight.

He’s so wrapped up in his thoughts, gaze boring a hole into the wall, that he fails to see the coffee mug placed on the table beside him, and his mind is so absorbed in tracing each letter of the word “love” that he fails to notice when Grantaire drops into a crouch in front of him.

“E?”

Love, Enjolras thinks as he picks apart each letter in steady calculations. Since when?

“Enjolras?”

They’ve been dating for only a few weeks. Isn’t it too soon to say the L word? He’s not sure; he’s not very experienced with dating since Grantaire is his first boyfriend.

“Enjolras!”

Jumping, Enjolras’s eyes snap toward the worried face hovering in front of him. His eyes dance across Grantaire’s face, as if searching for some sort of explanation, but Grantaire appears to only be worried about him.

“Are you alright?”

“You love me?”

Grantaire jerks back, stumbling over his feet until his back is pressed against the counter. “W-what?” He sputters out as a burning blush creeps up his neck to his cheeks.

Enjolras carefully gets to his feet, leaning heavily against the table to spare his injured foot. “Just a minute ago. You said you love me.” He watches with narrow eyes as Grantaire’s face briefly falls as if thinking before he cups one hand over his mouth just as his jaw practically drops to the floor. 

“I said-” Grantaire says, voice slightly muffled by his palm.

Enjolras limps toward the brunet until his face is inches from Grantaire’s. He latches fingers around the brunet’s forearm and pulls until he can see all of his face.

“I said I love you,” Grantaire breathes out, voice reflecting the surprise coloring his face.

Enjolras leans forward, pressing his lips flush against Grantaire’s. He can feel Grantaire’s arms find his waist, and he melts into the touch as their tongues dance about one another.

When Grantaire pulls away, Enjolras drops his forehead against the brunet’s. “I love you too,” he says quietly, and next thing he knows, he’s falling backwards as Grantaire tackles him with a hug.

The two collapse to the ground, and Enjolras winces as his foot is roughly jostled about. Instantly, Grantaire is off him, weight lifted from Enjolras’s chest by two hands pressed against the floor on either side of Enjolras.

“Are you alright?” Grantaire asks, voice laced heavily with a deep-rooted concern.

Despite his foot throbbing, Enjolras laughs and nods. “You love me,” he repeats, heart swelling when Grantaire’s worried face brightens with a wide smile.

“I do. I love you.”

Some doodles I did on the side yesterday night ( @blesstale drew Zunde that there ) including Dreby taking his first steps. I saw this kid screaming “NOOOO!” at some meat in a grocery store before running to his mom, so there we go ✌️

  • Percy: my goal is not to be the best, but to inspire someone enough to one day surpass me
  • Annabeth: Percy, you can't just say that every time I beat you at connect four

Forget Me Not

A curse full of regrets made with no regrets

Materials

  • A poppet or representation of target
  • A jar or container big enough to contain the poppet
  • Rose petals
  • Strips of paper
  • A pen
  • Candles

Preparation

Pre-make poppet (this is a curse poppet so please make accordingly). On each strip of paper (and there should be a large amount) write “Forget me not.”

Performance

  • Have all of your supplies on your workspace.
  • If you usually cast a circle, do so now.
  • Light however many candles you want to. They’re mainly for dramatic effect.
  • Kiss the poppet (sweetly, if you can manage).
  • Now place it into the container. With each line you say, place a strip of the paper you wrote on into the container with it.

Forget me not

Forget me never.

You will regret this mistake

Now and forever.

Cross me once.

Cross me twice.

Now that you have,

You’ll see I’m not so nice.

I whisper to you nothing sweet.

I whisper to you nothing kind.

But you’ll always remember me.

I shan’t fade with time.

You had me once.

You had my favor.

You threw me away.

Now not even the gods can help this be over.

Forget me not.

Forget me never.

You’ll remember me

And regret forever.

  • Once this is done, close and seal the container. I recommend doing something like blowing the buried poppet one last kiss before doing so. It will never be opened again unless you want to break the curse.
  • If you cast a circle, close it now.
  • Put the container somewhere hidden or throw it away. I do not recommend breaking this curse.

This curse has been performed and has worked.

Cute past!Ardyn with his black chocobo *_*
I want to know more about Ardyn’s past life before he became evil guy…

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sassy Slytherin!Yoongi🌵🐍