“I’m Louis Tomlinson,” the boy says, holding his hand out. Glancing down at it, Harry starts at the word beautiful written there, just along his pointer finger. It seems someone else knows exactly how stunning Louis is.
Willing himself not to act like a complete and utter prat, Harry takes Louis’ hand in his own and quietly murmurs, “It’s nice to meet you.”
Also known as the AU where the way your soulmate sees you is tattooed onto your skin.
Word Count: 36,000+ Rating: Mature Summary: It’s been ten years since Daryl Dixon held the lifeless body of Beth Greene in his arms. The world has changed, but humanity has survived, and Daryl Dixon has survived too. He is alive; still breathing, still walking, still pushing himself to keep going year after year… until one day, everything changes again. And it all starts when he sees a name on a list of survivors. Two words. Two syllables. Ten letters. Beth Greene.
“Think you might be interested, this time around,” the woman remarked as she reached into the bag and pulled out a long roll of paper, bound with twine. “Got a few new lists. Keep finding new communities the further south we go, and west. Got one from Kansas, another from Florida, and one from Georgia…”
Georgia. If there was a glimmer of interest in Daryl’s eyes, Lucy didn’t react other than to slowly unroll the stack of papers and begin to flick through them, handing the new lists to him one at a time. “Let’s see, here’s the Kansas one… there’s Georgia… and hm, where is the other one?” She rummaged through the papers, rambling on in her melodious voice as she searched, “You know the town we stopped at in North Carolina? They just added to their list. A baby girl. Got a glimpse of her the first day were were there. Pretty little thing with these big brown eyes…”
But her words didn’t register on Daryl as he stood there, staring down at the sheet of paper in his hands. It was written on what looked like it had once been notebook paper, the blue lines faded. The handwriting was neat but loopy, stereotypically feminine though you could never be sure. It wasn’t the handwriting that had him frozen though, nor the number of people on the list… it was the names. Or rather one name, written neatly on the very last line, capping off the list so casually:
So @shun-takei requested this but something was wrong with the ask back then. Any who, I hope you like this Takei!
Shut up and kiss me already- BokuAka
“Hey,hey, hey Keiji.” Koutarou flopped on the couch besides the darker haired man who put down his book and tilted his head a bit in question.
“What is it Koutarou?” Keiji asked as he eyed the other smiling widely at him.
Koutarou wore his ‘eager’ face. Whatever was he up to?
“I was wondering if…” Koutarou covered his mouth as if to suppress a laugh before continuing, “If I could kiss your cheek?”
Keiji blinked at him. That was the reason why Koutarou came? And why was he asking anyways?
“Sure…” Keiji replied, still confused by the strange request.
Not that kissing was strange. Keiji was perfectly fine with kisses of course. But why his boyfriend thought to ask threw him off a bit. They both knew they could be open with each other in terms of emotions and affections.
Koutarou grinned as he leaned in and pecked Keiji’s cheek, his soft lips grazing his skin. He then wrapped his arms around Keiji’s waist and pulled him closer.
“Hey Keiji, can I kiss your other cheek?”
Keiji gave Koutarou a look. ‘Really Koutarou?’ He wanted to say. But he nodded in reply.
Hence another kiss was planted on his cheek.
“Koutarou…what are you up to?” Keiji questioned, aware that his sentence was nearly resembling a whine now.
Koutarou seemed to have ignored him as he cupped Keiji’s face and kissed his nose.
His soft lips grazed at Keiji’s forehead and Keiji felt his neck growing warm.
“Hey can I kiss your cheek again?”
Keiji did not reply this time because Koutarou wasn’t even waiting for his answer. He would proceed to ask if it was alright to kiss Keiji’s nose again, if he would close his eyes to let him kiss his eyelids, his cheeks, jawline… everywhere.
‘Except the lips.’ Keiji noticed.
Keiji very much enjoyed the attention Koutarou gave him. He also enjoyed his face getting peppered by soft kisses. He enjoyed listening to how Koutarou’s voice would drop to a whisper as he kissed more.
However it was just annoying now. His lips needed the attention too. Yet Koutarou seemed to ignore them. Keiji normally didn’t get frustrated over petty things like these. Koutarou was obviously a wonderful and loving partner and Keiji should be thankful that he was getting so much attention.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t be selfish.
“Can I kiss your neck?” Koutarou inquired and it was then when Keiji saw the small gleam in his gold eyes.
Koutarou was teasing him.
And he was enjoying it.
He dipped his head down and Keiji felt his breath hitch at the contact of Koutarou’s lips against his skin. Koutarou trailed down kissing till his collar bone before pulling away slowly and then studying Keiji with a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.
“Hey Keiji…” He trailed off and before he could continue Keiji had his hands on his shoulders pulling the other closer before their lips were centimeters apart.
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