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Calloused hands found their way to soft skin. Muffy shivered as she relished in her lover's touch, placing her hands over Pony's, pleading her to never let go.

"I thought that real romance had passed me by a long time ago..." she murmured, tears sliding down her cheeks. "That I had done something wrong, and I didn't deserve it." She looked down at the vibrant blue feather gripped between her shaking fingers. "Are... are you really sure you want me?"

"Absolutely." Pony had always been a woman of actions, not words. With a sincere nod, she gently wiped away Muffy's tears and kissed her crimson lips.

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#12: pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

Where at first it had been a whim - a want for the honest little Tiefling, a need he’d intended to quench and be done with - now, it’s become... something else entirely.

Astarion has lived a long time, keeping to the shadows, playing it safe. And in that long time, he can count on one hand the times he’s allowed himself to grow attached since being Turned.

Sitting in the cozy living room of the little house that Adalynn and Vehn share, tucked beneath one end of a blanket and sipping at a glass of wine while the very Tiefling that occupies his thoughts is curled beneath the other end - within arms reach but currently only touching where their legs cross each other, absorbed in her latest book - is strange, but... nice.

Nice in a way that’s becoming more... common, more frequent. Vehn isn’t even threatening him every time he comes over, anymore.

‘You make her happy. As long as that’s true... well, just don’t fuck up.’

This had not been part of the plan. This had never been his intention, that first night that he’d followed her home and indulged in her body.

And yet thinking of giving her up eats at him in a way he’s never quite felt before.

A strand of hair falls from the loose ponytail Adalynn had pulled it into, and Astarion reaches out without thinking, brushing it back behind her ear - letting his fingers linger along her jawline, brushing over the skin and drawing a shiver from her.

Adalynn turns her gaze on him, a question in her grin, and he lifts the arm holding his wine glass in invitation - smirking a little when she snaps her book closed and crawls over to settling in against his chest, carefully arranging her head so as to not hit him with her horns.

She settles snuggly, and he sighs at the warmth of her against him, letting his eyes slip closed.

I’m still taking prompts (but I post slow lol) if anyone is interested. Here’s the post with more information. If you like what I do, consider supporting me on Ko-fi. Posted on A03 and FF as well. 

Also, this one got away with me. It’s less of a micro drabble and more of a 1100 word one-shot? I guess I’m weak for this combo too? The two prompts were an I’ve missed you kiss and first kiss. Enjoy!  

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Anger burned through Sakura’s chest, hot enough to make her lungs ache. She forced herself to walk rather than run through the hospital, but it was a near thing. The murmur of conversation filling the hallway grew silent at Sakura’s approach. Bodies parted, allowing her to reach the door just as it swung open. 

Tsunade flapped her hands at the gathered crowd. “This isn’t a meeting area. If you can’t find something to occupy your time, I’d be happy to provide some suggestions.” 

Nurses, medics, and orderlies scattered in every direction rather than face the woman’s wrath. Then, honey brown eyes met green, and emotions swirled across Tsunade’s face too quickly for Sakura to catch. “He’s stable,” she offered.

“He’s going to wish that he could still say that when I’m through with him,” Sakura growled, anger getting the best of her. For some reason, knowing that Kakashi was okay after the worry of the past two months, made her furious. He needed an excuse, a reason for having been gone so long, something beyond fine. 

Tsunade ignored the outburst, speaking over her former apprentice. “But he was injured, badly.” 

Sakura stopped hearing Tsunade’s words, rushing from fear to fear before she could stop herself. Tsunade wasn’t worried, so she shouldn’t be either. It took her a moment to realize that the woman had rattled off a list of injuries while offering the file. Sakura snatched it and scanned the notes: broken leg, probable concussion, fractured ribs, dislocated shoulder, chakra exhaustion. 

“Can I see him?” Sakura asked, flipping the report closed

“Would you take no for an answer?” An almost smile played on Tsunade’s lips, and Sakura’s annoyance rose toward the surface again. 

Tsunade open the door, and Sakura slipped through. As she tucked the folder underneath one arm, her eyes swept the dim room. Kakashi sat on the hospital bed, propped up by at least three pillows. His right leg rested above the itchy, blue blanket, swathed in a thick, plaster cast. His left arm hung in a sling around his neck. One bruised eye was swollen shut, almost a mockery of the way he used to slant his headband across it. Shaggy silver hair fell across his forehead, matching the pallor of his skin. 

“You look like shit,” Sakura observed, some of her anger bleeding out at the pitiful sight before her.

Kakashi’s laughter came out strained, like he hadn’t attempted the sound in a while, and his smile didn’t reach his eyes. Sakura wondered when she’d begun being able to read him so easily. Kakashi’s mouth moved beneath the mask, lips pulling into a frown. “I guess I missed dinner, huh?”

Of all the things that Sakura expected Kakashi to bring up after being missing for over a month and on a mission for three weeks before that, dinner was near the bottom. It took her a moment to remember what he was talking about: that stupid bet. She hadn’t thought about it in weeks, far more concerned with his safety when he missed the return date. 

The night before Kakashi was due to leave, Sakura had stopped by Tsunade’s office to review  the hospital reports as they did every Thursday night. But, the blond had waved her hands and complained that her trainees could handle it. She’d even laughed and said that she’d check their work in the morning, like it was some kind of school assignment. Then, she’d left them alone together. 

The air between Sakura and Kakshi had been charged with the reality of the looming mission. She hadn’t wanted him to take it, but she wasn’t sure how to articulate her reasons. She worried that he wouldn’t be as strong without the sharingan, and didn’t want to insinuate weakness. They’d spared together often enough for her to know better. Kakashi had been chafing from the constant scrutiny of the village as he prepared for the role of Hokage. Tension filled his shoulders more and more often. 

There had been a moment, a brief touch before they said goodbye for the night when Sakura thought that he might say something else. Something that she hadn’t quite admitted to herself yet. Instead, they’d made a stupid bet on whether or not he could complete the three week mission in half the time. If so, Sakura owed him dinner wherever he chose. If not, he’d owed her the same. 

Sakura knew that Kakashi meant the words to lighten the mood, but they made her throat tighten. “You barely made it back at all.” 

Kakashi winced at the tone. “But I did, in the end.” 

“Two months,” Sakura growled, cutting Kakashi off before he could elicit more pity without trying. “You’ve been gone for two months. Do you know how long that is? Do you know how long I waited--” 

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Sakura halted the flow of words before they could go somewhere she didn’t want them to. She exhaled, hating the rattle in her throat that hinted at something more than anger. “I’d punch you if you weren’t already injured so badly that you can’t stand up.”

“I’d deserve it.” The gentleness surprised Sakura, pulling her gaze to Kakashi’s injured one. His laugh sounded marginally better this time, tinged with a hint of nervousness. Kakashi tipped his head to the side, studying Sakura in a way that filled her stomach with butterflies. He shrugged. “I got careless because I wanted to be back in a week.” 

Sakura frowned at the words, mind struggling to make the leaps that seemed to come so naturally to Kakashi. The flickering light above the bed almost hid the blush that appeared on his cheeks. Almost. Sakura closed the distance between them, fighting the urge to flood his system with enough chakra to erase every injury. “Why? That’s stupid.” 

“I missed you.” Kakashi’s simple words temporarily halted Sakura’s ability to respond. He must have thought they needed additional explanation, because he kept talking. “I missed you every one of those sixty-four days, and for months before that. It sounds stupid, but I feel like, maybe, I’ve been missing you my whole life and--”

Kakashi’s words died when Sakura hooked her fingers in his mask. She paused, silently asking permission to remove the garment between them. Once she had it, she dipped her head to meet their lips together, taking full advantage of the soft gasp in Kakashi’s throat. Her heart did somersaults as the room spun, making it hard to draw a breath. 

Stiles had been staring at Derek every few seconds then looking down at a paper and ticking off items that Derek could only assume was a checklist and Derek couldn’t deal with it anymore. He wanted answers. “What are you doing?” Stiles looked up again, twirling the feather quill pen he had been using. “I made a list so now I’m ticking off items that apply to you.” Derek motioned with his hand and Stiles handed Derek the list. Derek looked down and noted the list was full of wonderful qualities and everything was checked. “Stiles, seriously?” “What? You’re perfect.”

“Well,” Alma said, “we’ve decided to go for that house.”

“Mhmmm, aaand?” That wasn’t all and a little seed of wonder sprouted. Could it be?

“We’ll need the extra space after all,” said Jowd. His tone was teasing with just a little extra gruffness.

Cabanela started to grin as his suspicion grew. Out with it baby. Teases, the lot of them.

“I hope you’ll be ready to meet a new face,” Alma added, her face lit with a smile. “I’m pregnant.”

”Ha!” Cabanela crowed as he jumped to his feet. “And who let youuu be parents?”

“Well.” Before Alma could finish Cabanela wrapped her into a hug, slowing down just enough to be gentler than his initial launch. Her laugh tinkled in his ears. “I’m not made of glass, you know.”

Cabanela only reached out with one arm to tug at Jowd meaningfully. Jowd complied and encircled them both in his large arms.

"What would you do if you were here?" 

Clint's soft groan shivered into Bucky's ear. He'd been gone for a month now, somewhere in Europe, somewhere with mountains and bad guys and spotty cell reception, and Bucky had been going slowly mad. 

 He wouldn't have said relationship, before Clint had gone. There'd've been words like 'convenient', like 'buddy', like the gentle fricative of 'fuck' stretched out over a bitten lip. Perspective changed a little when you hadn't slept right in a month. 

 "Which answer d'you want?" Clint said, and Bucky tilted his head, 'cos this wasn't how things usually went. 

 "Which answers can I choose?" 

 "Phone sex, honest, us," Clint rattled off like he was counting off on his fingers. 

 "Us isn't honest?" There was a little more meaning in that than he'd meant. 

"In a different way. That's what you're going for?" 

 "Yeah." 

 Bucky could almost feel the long breath Clint let out against the skin of his neck, and the fraction of an inch between almost and could was hell. 

"Well I'd kiss you first," Clint said, and his tone said a lot about the colour of his cheeks. "Just a little, 'cos I've been travelling, and my face is like sandpaper, but enough to remind myself what I've been missing. What's been missing from me." And hey if those words weren't a punch in the gut. "Then I'd wrap myself around you for a bit, probably. Shove my face in your neck and fuck the stubble rash. Squeeze you a little too tight, make you kinda uncomfortable, if I'm reading this wrong." 

 "You're not," Bucky said. Had no idea what Clint would hear in his voice. 

"Okay." Relief. That was relief. "Then I'd haul you into the shower," Clint continued, "make a fucking poor effort at getting you off, hands or mouth, whichever was easiest, drag you to bed and then pass out on you half way through a shitty hand job." 

 "Sounds perfect," Bucky said, no word of a lie. 

 "I'd make you breakfast in the morning," Clint said, "maybe tell you I love you, I dunno, I haven't figured that bit out yet." 

"Pretty sure I love you too," Bucky said, and let out a shaky laugh. "Fuck, Barton, the hell was the honest answer?" 

“Snuggle detergent.” Derek handed over the bottle and Stiles poured some of the liquid into the washing machine. “Massage?” Derek smirked, rubbing at Stiles’ shoulders for a moment. “Anything else, Sir?” He teased. Stiles grinned. “I mean if you want to get on your—" “Stiles.” “I’m kidding! I would never ask that while we’re babysitting.” Stiles closed the lid on the machine, turning to face Derek. “Babies still sleeping?” Derek cocked his head and listened. “Yep.” “I swear Erica and Boyd have the quietest twins. When are we having our own?” Derek blinked but then smiled. “Anytime you want.”

Flooded with overwhelming emotions since the hospital, Stiles stood still as a statue at the entrance of the nursery, not wanting to disturb the scene before him. Derek was in the rocking chair with their newborn baby, the two of them making the most stunning view Stiles had ever seen in his life. The majority of his world (Since his father and pack weren’t there right now) was before Stiles and he wanted to defend his family until his very last breath to keep them safe. Because this? This made Stiles realize he was the luckiest guy in the world.