Waking up next to Hoseok on his birthday and sharing soft morning kisses until he pulls you closer and the kisses you share get more heated. He ends up pressing you to the bed and whispers in your ear that he wants to eat his birthday breakfast now.
Jesus said if somebody sins against you seventy x seven in a day, you forgive them every time. meaning, no matter how many times one sins against you, you always forgive and never hold onto their wrongs in your heart.
I (an anon who is using this nnt page to voice themselves) believe the Nanatsu no Taizai fandom is larger than it seems. I want to see how large this fandom really is so please reblog and/or like this post. Thanks!
i haven’t forgotten about this terrible thing! thanks to everyone for putting up with me posting three one-shots completely unrelated to this ‘verse in a row before updating. anyway. there’s a new chapter that’s full of angsty pirozhki, deep life truths disguised as sports metaphors, and boners.
“Like this,” Yuri says, wrapping his fingers around Otabek’s gently to guide him through the motions of pinching the pirozhki into a perfect dumpling.
It took a few tries, but eventually Otabek picked it up. He and Yuri assembled the pirozhki, settling into a comfortable rhythm as they work their way through the mountain of dough and fillings before Yuri breaks the silence. “There’s a show tomorrow night. At Moloko, on Konyushennaya Ploschad.”
Moloko. One of St Petersburg’s trendier punk clubs. While it wasn’t exactly gritty–they had proper security, after all–the clientele was mostly nihilists, there was graffiti in the bathrooms, and everything smelled like day-old beer and clotted blood. It was decidedly more Yuri’s kind of scene than Otabek’s own.
“C’mon. We can dress crazy and drink a lot. The next day is an easy day for you, right? No gym or dance, just the session on ice?”
Otabek considered. Much as Yuri and the other skaters tease him about being an old man, it was truer than he wanted to admit. As much as he loved music, Otabek preferred to stay far away from large and drunken crowds–he found them claustrophobic, just like planes. That was precisely the reason he preferred to work a show rather than attend it: when Otabek was in the booth, he could get close to the music, but no one could get close to him…