A/N: This was inspired by two songs Windswept by Crywolf and Daning On My Own By Robyn (the Hunter Plake and Jack Cassidy version). When I heard them the ideas just started flowing. This is very different from anything I have written. I had @minhosmeanhoe on my mind as I wrote this. Not for any particular reason, she’s just my actual soulmate so I’m dedicating this to her. I really hope you guys like this (: Also, I’m pretty sure I proofread this! (Pretty sure)
What I’ve been struggling with recently is how I like to present in some feminine ways: makeup, skirts, jewelry, but I’d prefer to present overall androgynously. But no matter what I do, people always see me as a girl. Even when I dress as masculinity as I can, I still don’t pass. So I’ve kind of given up on passing and instead just dress how I want. It may make people see me as a girl, but it doesn’t make me any less valid as an enby.
Glass shattered. Then Azriel was racing across the balcony. He darted inside the House of Wind. Feyre and Cassian not a second behind him.
She was having a vision. The crystal vase she’d been carrying crashed to the ground, shattering atop her bare feet. She had no idea. Her eyes were cloudy, lips moving as she mumbled. Her arms held awkwardly in front of her, fingers twitching and fluttering as if playing an instrument, a piano maybe.
Azriel got to her first. He hated touching her when she was in the midst of a vision, but sometimes her feet moved and the last time she’d had one while carrying something it’d been a mirror, and he’d spent all night holding her hand while two healers picked the shards from the bottoms of her feet. It’d taken a day to heal.
168 AND 170 I NEED THIS SO BAD AFTER SUCH A LONG DAY OKIE I LOVE YOU BBY
WHY U GOTTA DO THIS TO ME JFKAJSLFLKJSAD OKAY ANYWAYS HERE IS #168.”YOURE IN TROUBLE NOW” AND #170. “BEND OVER” FROM THIS PROMPT LIST
She didn’t intend for this at all— this being pinned up against the wall, arms suspended over her head, wrists held by Harry’s hand. His teeth nip at her neck, pulling on the skin roughly. “You shouldn’t have done tha’,” he whispers.
She shouldn’t have done what? Tease him while he was at an interview? Told him she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath her dress? The dress that is now hiked up above her bum, Harry’s other hand cupping the bottom of her thigh. “You’re in trouble now,” he growls before pressing his lips to hers. It’s feverish and rough as his tongue grazes her bottom lip. “Can’t believe you told me you weren’t wearin’ any panties before I went fo’ the interview. Knew I was gonna get mad, huh?” He squeezes her bum before giving it a spank.
I love the exquisite play of emotion on his face. As he stops singing, he smiles gently, and you can see his eyes move back and forth as he takes in every detail of Rapunzel’s face. Then, his smile grows and actually turns a little shy while he tucks her hair back and cradles her jaw in his hand. Even as he guides her in, he keeps studying her face, dazzled by her beauty, and by this newfound love (not to mention, probably checking for any sign of hesitation on her part. After all, this is to be her first kiss). And as he slowly leans in, he keeps his eyes open til the last moment, unwilling to look away from Rapunzel.