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Summary: Reader recalls something Spencer told her months ago when he’s taken hostage by a cult (based on 14x01)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (angst/fluff)

Content Warning: mentions of most of spencer’s trauma

Word Count: 3.4k

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Everything’s a mess.

Y/n’s used to the BAU lifestyle, and today is not the first day a team member has been abducted. It’s not even the first time that it’s been Spencer’s life in danger. Last time it was a three-month-long nightmare that seemed never ending during his time in prison.

It was different now. After what he said, everything between them changed.

She’s not expecting anyone when Spencer slides open the door to the balcony, and she whips her head around to see him.

It’s late in the evening, and she’s escaped the ground floor of Rossi’s mansion, where everyone’s partying, to a quieter balcony upstairs. Cicadas chirp in the spring night air, and there’s a faint beat of the bass of the music from downstairs. Rossi lives far enough outside of DC that the stars are bright, shimmering in the dark sky.

The balcony has a comfortable outdoor couch and armchair, perfect for sitting there and tuning out the world. She needs to do that. Spencer, her fellow BAU team member and friend, has been out of prison for a month, but the stress hasn’t dissipated completely. If she thinks about it hard enough, she’s back sitting at the round table while Penelope reads over an arrest report from Mexico, feeling completely helpless.

“There she is.” He greets her with a kind smile.

His smiling is something she seriously missed when he was away. “Hey.” She replies.

He holds out her jacket that she’d left downstairs, helping put it on her shoulders. “I thought you might be cold up here.” He explains the thoughtful gesture. “Am I interrupting?”

“No, not at all.” She shakes her head, nodding to the armchair she’s not occupying. “Sit, please.”

He accepts her offer eagerly. Then he follows her eyes out over Rossi’s perfectly maintained yard to the sky. “Wow.” He comments.

She hums at his tone. “I know.” She agrees. “Has everyone else gone home?”

Spencer shakes his head. “No, but they’re onto karaoke.” He informs her, laughing before his following statement. “Very alarming sounds.”

She chuckles slightly. He wouldn’t believe it, but he’s funny. She appreciates their time together more now, having gone without it for three long months.

“They’re missing out on your singing.” She jokes, smirking at him.

It’s mostly in reference to karaoke at The Benjamin all those years ago, where they sang all night long. It seems like a long time ago, and so much has changed, but despite what he’s been through, Spencer’s glow never diminished. He’s still the guy who somehow knew how to deliver a baby when he needed to.

“They don’t need to hear that.” He assures her, chuckling. “Again.”

“I thought it was great.” She admits or teases: she’s not sure which. “A highlight was Bohemian Rapsody.”

He cringes, shaking his head at the foggy memory. “I was hoping by then you’d had enough to drink.”

“Oh, I had.” She assures him, earning a confused look from the genius before she reminds him of something he had happily forgotten. “Hotch videoed that whole night.”

Spencer does something he rarely does then, sharing the feelings in his big brain. “I miss him.”

Y/n does too. She’d never missed someone more than she missed Hotch when Spencer was in prison, knowing that his skills as a prosecutor would have been insanely helpful.

“Me too. I’m happy he’s spending time with Jack, though.” She reminds them why it had been his time to go. “The kid deserves it.”

Spencer agrees, but he doesn’t feel the need to say anything, so they sit there in silence. It’s the most peace he’s felt in a long time.

“Y/n?” He asks, briefly getting her attention when she turns to look at him.

“Mm?” She replies, prompting him to continue.

It’s now or never. He draws in a deep breath, preparing for what he needs to say. There’s been so much weight on his shoulders for the last month, and this confession will lift some of it off. One thing he’s learned since prison is that he needs to say what he feels before it’s too late.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He admits, voice wavering slightly. “I think I was always meant to be in love with you.

There’s a beat of silence. And then another. One more.

She’s taking the information in at a slow processing speed, and the words don’t reach her mouth.

He takes it as his answer. He didn’t tell her expecting anything, like her to love him back, just to feel lighter, which works. “I just- I need you to know that.”

She should kiss him. It’s the right thing to do. Not right as in socially acceptable, but right for herself. In her heart, she’s meant to be with him and now is the perfect opportunity. A literal confession spoken to her. There’s no room to worry about him not returning her feelings and their friendship souring. He’s in love with her, and she can’t reply.

More silence, and he decides that it’s getting awkward. He spirals about making her uncomfortable, so he stands up, walking back to the door. “Good night, Y/n.”

She wills her legs to work, to run after him and catch him on the stairs, eagerly jump into his arms and kiss him like she’s wanted to do since she met him in front of Rossi’s expensive artwork. 

She doesn’t.

It’s what she’s thinking about on the jet. Maybe it’s selfish when everyone else goes over where the cult could have taken him, but she’s replaying that evening. How his hand felt when he grazed her bare shoulder, the sound of his shoes as he shuffled away, and how sweet the air tasted that night compared to the bitter resentment she tasted after she didn’t follow him.

“He told you the truth, huh?” JJ asks, sliding into the seat across from her before she even notices someone’s focus on her.

“You know?” Y/n asks in reply, slightly shocked. Sure, they’re best friends, but she didn’t expect Spencer to be spilling his romantic feelings about a colleague to JJ.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know for so long.” She remarks, met with a confused look from her friend. In her mind, Y/n had assumed Spencer had been in love with her for a few months, maximum. “He’s been in love with you for years.”

Her heart sinks in her chest. Is it wrong for her to feel warm? Knowing Spencer’s out there alone- hurt, from what Penelope said- it seems inappropriate. “He has?” She repeats. 

“Since he met you.” She answers before amending her speech. “Maybe a week or two after.”

So about as long as she had loved him. And she might never get to tell him. 

She can’t help but think about how she might stand over his casket and cry next week, wishing she had told him that night, back when everything was perfect.

JJ sees the panic, how her face goes pale, and she reaches out to touch her friend’s arm. “He’ll be okay.” She promises. She has to have that faith, too, if she’s going to be able to function.

Y/n nods, willing herself to keep it together. “I know. Let’s get him back.”

She must have spent most of the flight before JJ came to sit with her in shock because soon the plane’s landing, and they’re in SUVs driving to the cult’s compound.

Her heart races in her chest, pulse thumping once they arrive, and Emily initiates the infiltration plan. They’ve got to be quick and quiet, knowing the cult will claim Spencer as their 300th victim without being talked down. To them, his being there is a decade in the making. It’s spiritual, and there’s no way they’ll let him go. 

He’s completely tied up onto a structure, standing upright, when she gets a peek at him, his hands strapped by his side, legs tied, and a band wrapped around his head to keep his head in place. It’s very sacrificial with The Messiah and Agent Meadows standing around him. 

He’s bruising, too, red marks around his face that will develop into a deep purple. She can’t see into his mind, but she wonders if he’s formulating an escape plan because he looks like he’s accepted it, conceded defeat, and come to terms with dying. Even from far away, his eyes are watery and his breathing steady, like he’s finally admitted to himself that they’re not coming to save him. 

It’s easily the most terrifying expression she’s seen on anyone’s face. It’s bone-chilling.

They move in quickly, knowing he has seconds, not minutes. Y/n dashes to Spencer with JJ, the cult members around her getting shot or arrested being blocked out of her mind. 

His face softens when he sees her, fingers flexing as she and JJ untie his restraints. When his hands are free, he falls forward onto her, clutching her tightly, one arm over her shoulder, one under. 

It’s the tightest she’s ever been hugged, his grip making her feel like she’s his lifeline and he’s coming back to life. He pants out a breath like he hasn’t breathed since he was tied up. His hands spread out on her back, he buries his chin in her neck, and they rock side to side. 

“Y/n.” Spencer whispers, closing his eyes and focusing on holding her. “You came.”

“Of course.” She replies. “Always. You good?”

“Can I have another minute?” He asks, practically begs. Even if she’s not his, he needs to hold her for a bit longer before he can’t ever again.

She squeezes him tighter, assuring him it’s okay. “Always.” She repeats. 

It feels like it’s just the two of them, despite the chaos behind her. She takes in his cologne and how right it feels to be comforting him. Her feelings for him are much more straightforward in her head than they were that night at Rossi’s. 

His breathing calms down, so it’s not erratic hyperventilating, and he loosens his grip around her, more than ready to get out of there now that he feels alive and whole again. 

She loses him after that, keeping some distance while he hugs everyone else and thanks them in true Spencer fashion. There isn’t an opportunity to talk to him when they’re on the jet home since Emily is. She just sits and watches him, reminding herself that he’s okay.

She can’t stop thinking about his expression from the cult compound when she saw him, how unafraid he looked despite knowing he was about to get sacrificed. Maybe he knew they were there, like something deep inside him told him he’d be okay, but he looked prepared to die.

There are more hugs when they get back to Quantico, Penelope practically unwilling to let him go or out of her sight. The case has to end, and exhaustion falls over them when the adrenaline wears off, despite a new day dawning. 

That night, she runs after him like she should have done at Rossi’s, barely making it to the elevator before the doors shut. 

He looks surprised to see her. “I thought you went home.” He says.

She couldn’t. She’s not sure she’ll be able to leave him in the BAU ever again. “I didn’t.” She reports then immediately feeling like an idiot because that much was obvious.

“Why?” He asks caringly. 

“You were still here.” She admits honestly, looking up at his gentle brown eyes. They’re always more golden in the morning.

“I just had to do a psychological counseling thing.” He explains.

Her eyebrows furrow, confused about why someone would make him do that only hours after he was saved. “This soon?” 

He nods. “Damaged goods.” He says, like it’s his label. And he fully believes it. 

“You’re not.” She firmly tells him, mostly angry the FBI would subject him to something invasive so early.

“Y/n.” He says in a tone that sounds like he’s begging her not to sympathize with him falsely. 

Y/n shakes her head, eyeing him with fiery irises as she dares him to continue speaking negatively of himself. “You saved yourself, Spencer.” She informs him sincerely. “Are you hungry?” She asks.

The change of topic disorients him, but it seems a better conversation than arguing over how much of a mess he is. “Starving.” He answers. He didn’t have much time to think about it, with being abducted by a cult, but he hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday, if you can call a packet of chips lunch.

“Do you want to get breakfast?” She offers before quickly retracting any implications her suggestion could have. “Unless you just need some time alone or don’t want to hang out with him. I won’t be offended.” She wants to tell him, needs to confess what she should have before, but he’s in such an emotional state that she would hate to take advantage of that.

She couldn’t get further from the truth. Spending time with her, specifically, has always made things easier. “I’d really like that.” He admits, sending her a soft smile. 

They barely speak on the drive into DC. There’s a lot of tension in the air, words left unspoken, but Spencer needs time to look at her. He’s at a point where he knows nothing will happen between them, but there’s still a life he imagines when he needs a quick spike of dopamine. She, and an imagined future between them, is his drug of choice now.

He orders pancakes, copying her, rather than getting his usual meal of eggs, bacon, and toast. He ditches coffee in favor of juice, knowing he’s going home to sleep after breakfast when the rest of the adrenaline wears off. 

No deep conversation gets brought up at breakfast, either. Instead, there’s laughter, and every time she looks up at him, Spencer smiles. 

He’s used to going home alone after any trauma in his life. Even after prison and Mr. Scratch, he returned to an empty apartment. After he was abducted by Tobias Hankel, when he got out of the hospital after getting poisoned by anthrax, and even after he got shot in the neck in Texas after Alex dropped him at home, he was by himself.

It’s better with someone else -he decides while they’re sitting there- because he can not think about it in favor of thinking about her.

He eats like he’s been without food for a week, even getting a refill of juice, although everything he’s been through would make anyone hungry.

And he pays, despite her telling him she would, so she drives him home through the traffic-less streets, thanks to everyone being at work.

He hesitates before he gets out of the car once they arrive at his apartment. “Do you want to come up?” 

She accepts, following him up the stairs. It’s a good time to do it, now that they’re alone and in private. 

His apartment is lighter than when she saw it when she went with Penelope once to water his plants while he was in prison. It’s neater with the curtains open, and he might have added even more books to the impressive collection she previously noticed.

Unsure of how long she’s staying, Y/n takes off her shoes on instinct. Spencer’s not sure why he invited her up other than wanting to spend more time with her, so he’s not sure what to do now that she’s there. 

She speaks before he can offer her water. “Were you scared?” She asks before realizing the insensitivity of her question. She doesn’t want to sound like a shitty Bureau psychologist, just his friend, haunted by a snapshot in her mind of his expression. “I just mean... we were, and Penelope was when she came. JJ was because you’re her best friend. You weren’t even shaking. Sorry I didn’t-”

Spencer cuts her off before she can spiral. “I wasn’t. Not when Penelope was safe.” 

“Why not?” She asks. It makes sense, his wanting to protect Penelope, but she can’t understand why he wasn’t scared when he was moments away from death. She’s thought about it enough without coming up with an answer for it to be necessary to ask. 

“Because, Y/n, what I told you that night at Rossi’s.” Her breathing hitches at the mention of the best, or maybe one of the worst, nights of her life. “If that’s the last proper, non-case-related discussion we have, I’m okay with that. I couldn’t die without you knowing I love you.”

She shakes her head, eyes tearing up at the confirmation of his acceptance of dying. “There’s more for you than that.” She says, hoping he knows it. 

He does. 

He’s got three perfect godsons, he’d love to go back to Paris, he’s always wanted a family, a wife and a big house, there are still books he hasn’t read, there are still sequels being written, there are classes yet to teach and profilers yet to train, there are chess games to win and to lose, and old friends left to see. 

They both know his life isn’t close to be finished. 

“You knowing is what mattered.” He repeats. “Right from when I realized I wasn’t going to get out by myself, I knew it would be okay since you knew.”

“It wouldn’t be okay!” She says a little too loudly, close to crying. “You can’t be okay with that.”

There’s more in her head, and he’s reluctant to push her to find out, but he does. “Why?”

She sighs, feeling small standing there in front of him. “Because if you died, I couldn’t have told you I love you.” She reveals one of her deepest fears that she hadn’t realized until recently. 

“Oh,” Spencer says, jaw going slack. He’s rarely speechless. “Recently or...” It’s the only thing he can think to do: establish a timeline.

“For a long time.” She admits. “I just- I froze that night. I couldn’t say it, but I felt it.” 

He senses the apology that’s about to spill and shakes his head. “It’s okay.” He believes it when he says it and walks closer to hold her hands in front of her. She’s surprised by the contact, but it’s nice, even if his hands are slightly cold.

For a moment, they just stand there, and she admires his gorgeous cheekbones and those honey-colored eyes that make her weak when he looks at her so intensely.

He doesn’t rush his next move. Slowly, he drops her hands and cups her cheeks, smiling softly. Then he leans forward, giving her what she’s been waiting for for a long time. His lips are soft on hers like he’s testing the waters, giving her a chance to pull away before pouring passion into it. She matches his pressure while basking in the glow of kissing Spencer Reid. Spencer Reid, who loves her. 

They share a matching fond look when they pull back. 

Then he’s laughing, and it’s the cutest thing in the world, along with being confusing. The slight, amused frown on her face causes him to explain. “You love me, and I love you.” He says like he can’t believe it. “Wow.”

She knows that reaction from when she had it at Rossi’s, and he looks adorable experiencing it, grinning so hard his face might split. For a long time, he’s wanted to be loved by someone romantically, and now he is. After everything he’s been through, Spencer thought it wouldn’t happen, and for the first time in his life, he’s glad to be wrong.

“What are you doing today?” He asks when he’s collected himself.

“Well, I was going to go home and sleep.” She answers, wondering what he’s going to suggest they do while knowing she could be persuaded into almost anything by him.  

“Sleep here.” He says quickly. “Not like that.” A blush fills his cheeks. “If you want. Then we could go to dinner, lunch, a movie theatre, or the park, wherever you want.” 

She’s nodding before he finishes. He could ask her out on a date to watch paint drying in his spare bedroom, and she would eagerly accept. “Yes.”

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Reunion - Ari Levinson

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female Reader

Summary: 5 years after a horrible break-up at the end of their college time, two former sweethearts that couldn't get over the loss and their 'one who got away' meet again at two friends' wedding. Memories resurface together with feelings that never stopped. Their biggest wish is to get back what they once had, but will they get it?

Warnings: feels, Ari and Reader are both heavily pining and still deeply hurt by the loss of their relationship, there is a lot of

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A/N: This is part or @flufftober's Flufftober 2022 and my 300 Follower Celebration. The beautiful fall-themed dividers are by the lovely @/firefly-graphics

“Y/N?” A voice called out from behind her.

“Ari?” Surprise coated her voice, her heart beat faster the moment she laid eyes on the man standing just a couple of steps away from her. In one hand he held a glass of whiskey while his other was casually tucked into the pocket of his pants. He looked like a model, standing there in this impeccable and fitted suit and with his long hair loosely combed back.

“Hi.” A small smile graced his lips as he stepped closer to her. It made her heart flutter.

“Hi,” she mumbled back, simply glancing at him and taking in his handsome face as she was still too stunned to see him again. After so many years. When she had thought she’d never see him again. And now he stood there, right in front of her. Staring at each other in silence, two pairs of eyes took the other in, thoughts and memories swirling in their minds. It was her that snapped out of it first. 

“Oh my god. How are you?” She tried to sound chipper and relaxed, not like the sight of him had sent a flurry of butterflies through her stomach and a lump to her throat. Ari shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

“Doing fine, and you?” She nodded at that, a pang in her stomach and a slight tremble in her throat prohibiting her from speaking. She had been doing fine, it wasn’t like that was a lie. Her life was fine, normal, and boring, like everyone else’s. But she wasn’t so sure if fine was what she wanted or if she could still call it fine now that she was confronted with him. Neither of them had been one to want a life that was just fine. They had wanted extraordinary lives, great lives. 

“Fine too,” she told him, thinking she could be great if he were still in her life. They could have both been great. For a split second recognition flitted over his face before Ari hummed quietly and nodded rather passively. His gaze was unfocused, looking through her rather than at her. It made her nervous, made heat rise over the back of her neck in an uncomfortable way. She averted her eyes and glanced down at the glass in her hand for only a second and when she looked back at Ari, his gaze was focused again. Dazed but focused entirely on her. He broke out in a small chuckle, one hand rubbing over his jaw that was covered in a thick beard. She’d never known him without one but back in their time, but it had never been this thick or long.

“Wow, I didn’t think to see you again.” There was a strain in his voice, becoming more apparent towards the end of the sentence, that dropped a heavy rock into her belly.

“Yeah…,” she mumbled quietly, remembering the time in which they had been so happy together. But that was the past, a time long since gone. They’d had their chance and they’d missed it, thrown it away with too little care. 

“Do you perhaps want to dance?” Ari asked her hopefully. The hope in his voice surprised her and as a result, she could only gape at him. He took her silence as a no, his entire body deflating as he did so. With a sigh, he nodded more to himself than to her over the rejection.

“I’d like that,” she told him as he was about to turn around. Ari’s head turned back to her, now he was the one to look surprised. The way she bit her bottom lip sent him straight back to college. It was the memory alone of such a simple gesture, really a tick of her, that felt like a punch in his stomach.

“Yeah?” He nearly didn’t believe her acceptance but when she smiled that timid yet soft smile and shyly nodded, happiness soared through Ari so strong he felt like he could take up anyone in the world.

Quickly he placed his half-empty glass on the table and held a hand out to her. Her hand was much smaller in his but still as soft as he remembered. As he led her up to the dancefloor a slow song started to play. It made his heart rate pick up, the change of the previously upbeat music a sign to him.

Mostly they danced in silence, not really looking at each other. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his on her waist they both glanced over the other’s shoulder, aimlessly looking at a point but not actually focusing on anything around them. Both were too lost in memories of a time in which they belonged to the other. Where a world without each other had seemed impossible.

There had been a time in their college days when they’d been so close. It had been a time of dreamy haze, straight out of a romance story. The last time they’d danced together had been at a college ball, months before their graduation and only weeks before their perfect dream had shattered into a million pieces. Back then there had been only them, it had been the only thing that mattered. And when they had come back later that night from the event to Ari’s dorm, they hadn’t been able to picture a future without the other in it. She’d imagined graduating together and taking on the adventure that was adult life while she’d laid in his bed, clad only in a hoodie of his. Ari had imagined making her his wife and growing old together as he had joined her.

It still pained her endlessly how things had ended. Yet she couldn’t even remember how it ended anymore, just how bad and painful it had been. For both of them. It had ripped them apart, shattered their entire beings deeply. What had crushed her then had laid dormant for years. The pain had lessened, it had subsided to a dull throbbing but never entirely vanishing. It had changed her forever but never left her entirely.

When the song ended she was too caught up in the pain their separation had caused her and the memories of a better time she so longed for. It felt like it was crushing her all over again. Doing the only thing she could think of at this moment, she pulled away from him, slipping out of Ari’s grip without looking back. His voice called out to her, his hands reaching to keep her and pull her back against him. However, she wormed her way out of it, bringing distance between him she so desperately thought she needed. Why her heart bled even more at it she couldn’t understand.

Her flight led her to the small balcony at the other side of the hall, the setting sun illuminated everything in a golden yellow as the air rapidly cooled outside. The feeling of the rough stone railing under her hands helped ground her as she took in greedy, gulping breaths. Shivers ran down her spine while her heart throbbed painfully against her chest, threatening to shatter under the weight of it all. She’d barely been outside when,

“Sweetheart.” Her head whipped around as she heard Ari’s timid voice. There he stood at the other side of the balcony. He eyed her with hurt and sadness, one hand halfway extended to reach for her.

“I’m sorry,” she told him and turned away once more, not wanting for him to witness the tears that coated her eyes. “It just reminded me too much of…”

“Me too,” he admitted to her, the unfinished sentence still hanging between them. Ari’s shoes crunched on the stone as he stepped up to her. A sharp gasp left her as she felt him at her back. His hands landed on her arms, softly rubbing over the exposed skin. His nose nuzzled at the back of her head, softly rubbing against her hairdo.

“I miss you.” His confession tipped her world upside down. Another gasp left her lips as the ground was pulled beneath her feet. “I long for you.” The way his breath brushed her ear made goosebumps appear all over her skin. “For your presence, your smile, the sound of your cheerful humming in the morning and the way you laugh to yourself when you find something funny, the feel of your body beside mine every night when lying in bed. There hasn’t been a day in which I didn’t wish to wake up beside you once more. To be able to wrap my arms around you.

I didn’t deserve you then but my god, you were the best thing to ever happen to me. You were what made me happy. The biggest fucking treasure of my life. I realized it too late, only when I had already lost you.” His voice was deep, rumbling with a sadness that struck her deeply and a hint of anger directed at himself. The most prominent although was the longing in it. The same bone-deep, chilling longing that encompassed her, had settled in every cell of her body. 

Shaking her head to clear her frazzled mind, her breath hitched in her throat. “That’s not true,” she told him. “You were my everything.” It was too hard to keep her eyes open. She needed to close them and take a deep breath. This situation, this moment, was so painful it was almost comical to her. It reminded her a lot of the pain she felt immediately after their separation. Back then however no laugh bubbled up in her throat.

Ari tensed behind her as giggles spilled from her colored lips. She could only shake her head as the giggles turned into a mixture of hiccups and laughter. “No…,” she mumbled, “No! I’m sorry. That’s not funny at all. I don’t know why I’m laughing,” she told him. “It’s just so painfully cruel. All of it. I can’t even remember why we ended it. I can’t remember it! And yet I regret it and wish for it to have never happened.” Towards the end, her giggles had died down, yet her shoulders wouldn’t still. Now they were shaking with the indication of tears as her lips trembled and her eyes became glossy.

Careful hands turned her around until she came face to face with him again. Ari felt a pang in his chest when he noticed the tears glistening in the corner of her eyes, not that there wasn’t also a distinct glimmer in his eyes as well. 

“You think you could ever give me a second chance?

Because sweetheart I promise you. I’ll make you the happiest person in the universe. You’ll never want or long for anything ever again. I won’t make the same mistake twice. You are my everything, the sun that my universe revolves around. The air that fills my lungs and keeps me alive.”

Ari looked hopefully at her, while she eyed him with big and surprised eyes. She could feel herself nod before she could even form an appropriate answer. “Yes. I’d give you a thousand second chances.”

“I always knew these two were idiots. From the moment they met for the first time in college. It’s as if their love for one another sucked all of the intelligence right out of them.” 

Laughter filled the decorated and lively hall as Rachel stood in the middle of the spotlight, a microphone in one hand and a drink to toast in her other.

“There has never been a pair that fit more perfectly together than the two of them. They were meant to be, even if they couldn’t see it at first.” Fondly she smiled at her two friends, sitting at the long table, their hands clasped together on the table as they watched her. Both of them were radiating with happiness.

“Really, when they broke up I could have killed them. I nearly did. Sammy had to hold me off from performing double homicide. I’m glad he did, for had he not these two beautiful souls would have never found back together. And if they hadn’t we wouldn’t be here today to celebrate their union.”

Ari and Y/N glanced at each other, the hall around them - the world really - disappearing until it was only them. Bride and groom. Dressed in the finest dress and suit. They had only eyes for each other. Her heart fluttered, both from the excitement of being able to call Ari her husband now and the way he looked at her. With so much love and warmth. He truly meant it, when he promised to make her the happiest person in the world. He was ready to put the world before her feat if she only so much as thought about it. Ari leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her crown before his lips pressed onto hers.

“Sam and I by the way are taking the credit for this. Since it was at our wedding that they found back together.” Once more laughter erupted through the hall. As Ari and she pulled back from their sweet kiss, they too laughed.

Walking into the house the first thing Ari noticed was how quiet it was. As he shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the coat peck he strained his ears to listen into the house. That’s when he picked up the faint sound of music coming from the living room.

When he crossed through the hallway, he stopped for a moment in front of the wall. It was crammed full of picture frames of various sizes. The memories of their lives were captured there, displaying a life full of fun and adventure. There was a picture of them snorkeling in a coral reef, right next to them hiking in a rainforest. In the right corner, he spied one picture of them bundled up in thick clothing, skis on their feet, and faces hidden beneath thick goggles, hats, and scarves.

He could have spent hours standing in front of the wall and looking at each picture while he remembered the things they’d experienced together. Often enough he found himself standing there. But for now, he had a more important mission. Finding his wife. So he continued towards the living room where he spied her sitting on the couch. There was a photo album before her. He walked up to her, choosing to sit down, and peered at the photos on the opened page. 

“What are you looking at?” He asked her, gently pulling her back against him. She willingly went, using his side to lean against.

“The pictures from our time in College.”

Ari rumbled softly beside her and pulled the book towards them so they could continue to look through the pictures. Looking at the pictures containing all the memories from their time together in college still stirred up mixed emotions in him. It was a time of great happiness, yet there was still a numb pang when he thought about how it had ended. What had once been the end of their time together was now a dark time of an ugly break in between. In a sense he had become thankful for that time, he recognized that it had to have happened for them to end up where they were now. They were meant to fall apart so they could later fall back together.

With another hum, he pressed a kiss to her head as his hands trailed over her sides. His fingers glided over the soft fabric of her sweater, ultimately landing on her hips.

“Don’t put your cold hands under my shirt,” She warned him lightheartedly, making Ari laugh. 

“I won’t,” he promised her. His hands remained on top of her sweater and on her hips, gently kneading her sides and working his way towards the middle of her back as he knew she was currently plagued with pain in her lower back. He felt her sigh contently and lean against in further.

Gradually she nestled against his chest as they continued to look at the pictures together and Ari leaned his chin on top of her head. At some point, he stopped his ministrations on her sides and snaked his arms around her. His hands wandered towards her belly, softly cupping her swollen middle and rubbing small circles over the rather large bump. She tried to hide her smile from him, but he had keen eyes and spotted it nonetheless. The grin on his lips grew only larger from it.

“Lean back entirely,” he told her, sensing that she wanted to but kept some of her weight still off him. “Come on sweetheart, I’m your pillar.” With that, she closed her eyes and sank further against him. Ari shifted slightly, directing her until her back lay against his chest as his hands continued to roam her cute baby bump. It made him preen quietly, pressing kisses against her temple.

#sly's 300 #flufftober2022 #the red sea diving resort #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson fluff

[dazzlerazz]

Temple of Roots - A Critique? A Discussion?

I've finished the Temple of Roots and had time to gather my thoughts. This is in no way an objective overview, just my thoughts after playing the game for about 300 hours and comparing the Temple of Roots to the rest of Palia. My word isn't law, and it's possible that I may even change my mind in the future, nothing is set in stone after all. My experience may not be your experience, and that's perfectly okay. Obviously contains spoilers for the entire Palia temple questline, the mini questline up to the temple, the temple itself, its story, and so on

To start, we'll be talking about what leads up to the Temple of Roots

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I've always had a struggle with keeping my attention when reading large bits of text, especially when I'm in a hurry. This applies to the notes left behind by the humans as well, I didn't read them too thoroughly but just enough to locate the hints, which I thought were pretty neat. I specifically enjoyed the Galdur heads as sort of computers, it once again reaffirms to us as a player outside the game that humanity from long ago was very dependent on their technology and it was used for far more than just keep civilization running

I enjoyed the scavenger hunt that leads up to the Temple of Roots, it was quite unique compared to other temples which are just "talk to this character and put the flow in the door and go inside", I think it's perfect for a Final dungeon. I specifically enjoy it being Einar and Hekla considering their ties to Old Humanity. Before the update, I thought it would probably be Tamala with Hodari and Najuma, and I was pleasantly surprised that I was wrong. I was eager to see what their roles in this new temple was going to be

The temple? Stunning. Beautiful. So visually appealing I stopped quite a few times just to admire it. Unlike other temples, it genuinely felt like many, many millennia had passed, and Palia had begun to retake what was once hers to begin with. Nature taking back what was lost and growing between the cracks left behind, there's something beautiful in that. I kinda wish the temple was even bigger in its map because I kinda wanna see more of this in the game

The idea of using your pickaxe against a door was a new idea that I really enjoyed, the previous temples wanted you to make use of our tools and it does that near flawlessly. The water temple with the watering can, the fire temple with the bow, the air temple with your glider, it really helps you to understand that your tools are just that, TOOLS

Now here's where things get a bit weird, and where my critique begins. Hi, if you've read this far!

I think the temple of roots has a lot of wasted potential and opportunity. Not was it the shortest temple itself (this can technically be explained away by the small questline we did to get here, I know), but I felt it was also lacking in its story explanations

I came out of the temple of roots more confused than satisfied. In fact, this entire experience can be chalked up to that: Ultimately Unsatisfying. It feels like all the budget went into the scenery for the WOW factor instead of for the actual narrative. That the only good memories I will have of this place will be in its setting, not in its story

The story of the temple of roots also suffers from the way that Palia is structure. Hekla tells us we need to be quick, but there's barely any urgency factor that isn't self-inflicted. This is a relaxing game, you're supposed to take your time with it, but when you prioritize taking your time over something you SPECIFICALLY say *will be time sensitive*, you come to a point where it's unnatural and immersion breaking. Immersion is not the end-all be-all of gaming, everyone's experience is going to be different, but it seriously takes people out of it when they're told one thing, but then shown another

A very minor nitpick here is that there was no music at all to go with this. Music also isn't everything in a game, but music can shape how we experience the media around us. Instead of music that instilled in me a need to rush, all I got was occasional bird chirmping and the sounds of my character's own stomping

I didn't mind the parkour section all that much, but I do wish they were more clear about where the buttons were, but it wasn't bad for what it was. The way to get there? Amazing, it really felt like I was crawling in between the ruins of an ancient factory long since consumed by the world around it, it was immaculate

And I'm sure I'm not the only had something to say about the ending. I liked the idea of talking to a giant head, the effective beating heart of this destroyed Galdur factory. The Gardener's story is a sad one, and it tries to make itself feel better by doing what it was meant to do. Its sudden change of tune after registering what Einar is was a bit confusing at first, but after finishing the temple it makes sense

And the giant speech at the end? I enjoyed it very much. What I did not enjoy was Hekla having to come in and "make things better" after it feels like we, as the player, FAILED. That if Hekla hadn't been there, then Einar would have been lost forever. This is unsatisfying, but in a slightly different way, it could have been better

I believe that, instead of just making the player feel useless in that instance, show us more of the Gardener hearing us out, and being uncertain. Have the Gardener more openly contemplate the things we have said to it, to actually consider our opinion instead of saying "you bring up some good points, however no, lol" and then have Hekla clean up the mess. Maybe instead of making us feel like Hekla did all the heavy lifting, maybe make it feel like Hekla sharing her memories with the Gardener be the final nail that helps change the Gardener's mind. Make us feel like we did something in a game that does that everywhere else instead of making us feel like we actually, legitimately, failed Einar. These temples are about strengthening your bonds with these characters, not breaking them apart. It feels like that I didn't do anything at all here that Hekla and Einar couldn't have done all on their own, I'm in the back seat instead of at the wheel

All's well that end's well, but I believe that the core story of the temple could have been kept, just that it went about a few things I found unsatisfying, narratively incomplete, and honestly? Rushed as hell

I have high hopes for Palia's future and I'm eager to see what S6 continues to do. The Temple of Roots was quite different from the other temples, both in good ways and in ways I'd consider to be less than stellar. I wish it was done just slightly differently to make it just that much better, at least for me

Thank you for reading! I had a long discussion with a few of my Palia friends about this to try to nail down how exactly it made me feel, thank you to them as well!

#razz rambles #long post #god such a long long post #palia #palia game #palia mmo #razz plays palia

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes.

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Chapter 2: Friendly Terms

“Thank you again, doctor Marco.” You say for the third time as you get into his car. It’s a 1972 Mercedes 300 SEL and you’re almost afraid to put the plastic bags of your ruined clothes in it, despite Marco’s insistence it was okay. “You really didn’t have to go this far.”

Marco hums a little. “You could’ve kept on walking by that alley, yoi.” He says, putting the car in gear and heading out of the hospital’s lot. Your home address is already in the car’s Log Pose, quietly giving directions. “You were already having a bad day, helping that dog only made it worse.”

“No,” you interject, looking out the car window. “Not helping that dog would’ve made it worse. This was the best way the day could’ve gone.”

Marco’s silent for a moment and his eyes are on the road when you look away from the window. “How long before you’ll know if there’s an owner for her?”

“Well, we’ll know today if she’s chipped or not.” He explains. “Even so, the office team is already making calls and checking missing dog resources. They’ll reach out today and tomorrow, and we’ll post pictures once she’s awake. If you want to claim her it might take a couple weeks before we can promise full ownership but if you want to surrender her to the hospital, you can do that in a couple days.”

“I’ll probably surrender her.” You answer. “I don’t have a roommate or anything, and my job can run long some nights. It wouldn’t be right to leave her alone that much.”

“We have some cats, if you’re looking for a pet.” Marco says, a smile on his face. “A couple short hair domestics will keep each other company while you’re at work and still be happy to see you when you get home, yoi.”

You grunt. “I’ll think about it. How many pets do you have?”

“With an answer that surprises everyone, none.” He says, glancing over at you with a smile. “Every time I’ve ever tried to have a pet one of my brothers takes a liking to it. Now, whenever we have too many surrendered pets, I just walk them through the hospital and have them pick something out.”

“Ho- how many brothers do you have?” You’re not sure you want to know the answer.

“Lots.” He says with that same smile. “My foster father took a lot of boys under his care. Not many of us are blood-related, a few here and there, but we’re all Pops’ kids.”

“Oh wow. Sounds like a good man.”

“He was,” Marco answers evenly.

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. A couple of my brothers took over the legacy, and the house is still full of sons and daughters.”

“That’s good then.” You smile. “I… really appreciate this, by the way.”

“Mm, you’ve said thank you quite a few times, yoi.” His grin takes on a devious tilt. “If you give me too many more thanks, I’ll be back to owing you again. Before you know it, I’ll owe you dinner at least.”

You flinch and then laugh. “That’s fair, ah… right, food.”

“Hm?”

“I was wondering why I was so hungry, and then I remembered.” You say with a soft grunt. “At least now I’ll have the time to make something, unlike this morning. Ah, there it is, on the le- oh hells.”

“You have company, it seems.”

“Yeah, I do.” You grumble.

“You going to be okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, no, I’ll be fine. He only looks like the world’s biggest delinquent.” You assure him. “Kid runs a car repair shop, and my car got towed there this morning.”

“Friend then?”

You deadpan at Kid as Marco pulls into your drive. “Enough of one, yes.” You turn to Marco and smile. “Thank you again, I-.”

“Dinner it is then?” He prompts with a smile, and you feel the blood rush up to your face.

“Th-that, I, it is-.” You stammer.

Marco laughs, and admittedly, dinner sounds like a great idea. “Don’t let me bully you into it, yoi.” He says with a smile. “It was my pleasure.”

“I’ll be by, ah, not tomorrow, but the next day.” You say, trying not to say thank you again, and gather up your bags of clothes before letting yourself out. “Th—see that you’re careful g-going back.” You manage and Marco smiles.

“Of course, yoi.” He replies as you close the door and turn toward Kid.

“The hell are you doing here?” You grumble at Kid, walking over to him.

“Your car comes into the shop, and your work says you’re in the hospital!” He snaps back at you. “Then you don’t answer your fucking phone!”

You pat the scrubs and realize they don’t have pockets and hold up the bag. “Phone’s in the bag, I didn’t hear it. I’m fine.” You assert. “Damn, did you talk to Buggy?”

“Yeah.” Kid grumbles, crossing his arms against his chest. “The fuck happened?”

You turn and smile, waving to Marco before he backs out of the driveway. “My car broke down on the way into work, once I got it towed I started walking.” You explain opening on the bags and grabbing your keys. Kid’s face crinkles at the smell.

“I came across some teenagers beating on a dog, and chased them off. Took the dog to the vet, and ended up caving in and calling off work.”

“What happened to your clothes?”

“The pittie bled on me, and then I threw up on myself.” You explain, unlocking your door and stepping inside. “Come on you bastard, I’ll make you some tea and you can bitch to me about my car.”

“I’ll toss your stuff in the wash for you.” He offers, coming in behind you and locking the door for you.

“Nah, it’s going to have to be pre-washed and treated, otherwise that blood’s never coming out.” You grumble. “But!” You add hastily. “I appreciate the offer.”

“Want me to order some grub?” He offers, and you can hear a bit of irritation in his voice.

“Planning on staying the day?” You toss back. “My car needs fixing.”

“Not for the whole day, just long enough to make sure you eat!” He snaps back. “Why’re you so fucking testy?”

You turn to look at him, giving him a flat look. “I didn’t sleep last night, my coffee had grounds in it this morning, my crockpot broke, my meager breakfast was a breakfast bar, which I threw back up once it sunk in that I was covered in blood, in a hospital from carrying a pit bull terrier for two blocks. I was fucking testy before I saw you in my drive, you asshole.”

“Fucking hells.” He swears, pulling out his phone. “Soup, sandwich or sushi?” He questions, much less irritation in his voice.

“Sandwich is fine,” you reply. “I appreciate it.”

Kid grunts, but doesn’t say much else as he puts the order in. “Are you finally going to buy a new car?”

“Is it unsalvageable?”

“If I say yes, will you buy a new car?”

“Only if you’re being honest. Otherwise, you’ll just have to charge me hourly.” You say, going through the motions of making tea as Kid sat on the dining table.

“Honestly, if I’m going to fix it this time I’m just going to buy all the parts I can’t refurbish in the shop. By the end of it you’ll have the car of Theseus.” He explains.

“A new car without buying a new car.” You muse. “Sounds good to me.”

Kid pinches the bridge of his nose. “What have you got against buying a new car? I mean, at this point you’re going to owe the shop so much you might as well have bought a new car!”

“Ah yes, but this way your shop gets the money and not the flashy dealership and it’s shady salesman.” You muse, turning toward him. “Oi! Off the table! Sit in a chair like a normal human.” You snap and Kid slides off the table and grabs one of the chairs, sitting in it backwards.

“I mean, it’s your money.” He grumbles. “You really want to support my business that much?”

You shrug. “Better the devil I know,” you say with a grin. “Besides, someone has to make sure you have enough money to keep Heat and Wire fed.”

“Not Killer, eh?”

“Oh, he can fend for himself, I’m sure.” You say with a grin.

Kid grunts. “Well, if that’s what you want.”

“It is, I like the car.” You admit. “It’s a classic at this point.”

“It’d have to be more metal than rust to be a classic.” He snorts. “You want me to restore it while I have it?”

“How long would that take?”

“Couple weeks.” He says. “But it was going to be a week to get all the parts and do the refurbish work as is.”

“Yeah, I’ll make it work then.” You say, pouring two cups of tea.

“That old Firebird worth that much to you?”

“Aye, and more.” You admit, setting a cup down on the table behind him, sitting down and forcing him to turn around properly in the chair to face you.

“Who was the dude?” He asks and it takes you a second before you roll your eyes.

“Vet.” You say, taking a sip. “He patched up my arm, got me clean scrubs so I wasn’t stuck in puke clothes, and even got me a toothbrush so I could clean up a little.”

“He wasn’t busy with the dog?”

You shake your head. “He wasn’t the vet that was taking care of her.” You say, leveling a dangerously unamused look at Kid. “You gettin’ jealous?”

“Tch. I’m allowed to worry about you.” He grumbles and your expression softens.

“As long as you stay in your lane, you’re not wrong.” You agree.

“Yeah, yeah, but why did your arm need patched up?”

“I was trying to stifle the dog’s bleeding and I hurt her. She bit me, he cleaned it up and bandaged it.” You explain, lifting the sleeve of the scrubs up and showing it to him. “Nothing major, no stitches.”

“You want a loaner for the next two weeks?” He questions.

“I’ll get a rental, sure.” You counter.

“You know, friends do things for each other like loaners and shit.” He grumbles.

“Kid, I have money, I have nothing I want to spend it on, I think the least I can do is spend it on my friends and help them out.” You counter.

“Tch.” He clicks his tongue, and gets up. “Thanks for the tea.”

“… You’re not staying for lunch?”

“I only ordered the one sandwich, I’m going to get working on your precious car.” He grumbles, biting off the words more than you know he means to.

You and Kid had dated for a few years off and on. It was always volatile. You were oil and water, or oil and oil and just too much alike in some ways to really get along. He’d get jealous far too easy for your liking, and you couldn’t understand why he wasn’t just direct with his feelings. He was smart enough and his vocabulary was certainly large enough, but it didn’t matter.

Everything tended to devolve into an argument. The sex was great, but without anything else to support it things would fall apart. After the last break up you swore him off to his face. You wanted to cut all ties entirely, but Killer had intervened and convinced you both to remain friends.

As it was, you made pretty good friends, but the sexual tension would bubble up sometimes, and it made it hard to be around him. He wasn’t just good looking, he was confident in his good looks, and his devil fruit powers aside, that confidence was magnetic.

You blamed living alone for your weakness, but you were rough around the edges yourself, with half the charisma as far as you were concerned, so the number of people willing to put up with you was very small. Ivankov and Buggy liked you well enough, but you stood staunchly by the saying that you didn’t get your honey where you made your money.

Besides, Ivan was entirely too much for you. You couldn’t keep up with him even if you wanted to. You weren’t sure anyone could, that Queen’s energy had energy, and as for Buggy – well, you were stressed out enough on your own, honestly. You didn’t need him adding to it.

“Dinner it is then?”

The veterinarian’s voice rings in your mind, and you shake your head, trying to toss the sound loose. The last thing you needed to do was waste more time dating. Someone in a job that had to be just as demanding on his free time as yours was, wasn’t going to be a good fit. You’d be dating in name only, never having a spare moment to even see one another anyway.

“Bah.” You grouse up at the ceiling, finishing the last of your tea.

#Birds of a Feather #Marco x reader #x reader #reader insert #marco the phoenix #marco the pinepple #modern au

[azsazz]

CC3 Anon

spoilers under cut

Hiii it’s CC anon. THANK GOD YOU RESPONDED NO ONE ELSE I KNOW IS READING THIS BOOK 😭

I finished CC3 last night and yeah. I enjoyed the pacing at the beginning of this book more than the first two books because we’re already in the thick of the climax and don’t have to build up suspense again but omg it dragged in the middle.

I did not care for Ithan at all I’m sorry. And yes he hasn’t been a pro sun all player in YEARS idk why she keeps bringing it up. I think someone stumbled and he caught her and Sarah went “his sunball reflexes” HES A WOLF HE WAS ALWAYS GOING TO HAVE QUICK REFLEXES. Had him running up and down to resurrect Sigrid and in the end it DIDNT EVEN MATTER.

Lmaoooo Ithan mostly acted ago appropriate if I think about it. He's like 20 I'm assuming since he's around college age. He's def not my favorite character either tbh. Love how everything fell into his lap tho. Literally anytime he was mentioned so was snuball it was so fucking dumb.

I know you like Tharion but can he do anything right omg. Ithan carried him with the Viper Queen. Sathia carried him in front of the Ocean Queen 😭 I WAS SO PISSED ABOUT THE ANTIDOTES OMG and then Ithan went and did the same. I see why they are best friends like wow stupid really follows stupid.

LMAO I love Tharion, yes he'd definitely dumb and needs to make better decisions but I liked how witty he was in the first book. He really needs to stop with the whole woe is me act tho. omg the antidotes shit don't even get me started. half of the stuff that she wrote for the book didn't even matter in the end. like, we could've cut this damn book down 300 pages tbh, nothing would've been missed because nothing made sense even.

I don’t hate Bryce. She did annoy me though. I hated when Aelin wouldn’t tell people about her plans and could not stand it from Bryce here. Her yelling at Hunt about having to face the consequences of their actions. I’m like dude you went to another world and came back powered up. Hunt stayed and was tortured brutally like what? I know why she doesn’t want him to have guilt about it but it’s his 3rd time going through this and failing. And now he has more to lose. Of course he would be feeling a type of way.

I do not like her at all lol. The whole not telling people plans things pissed me off because her loud mouth is not like that. AND THEN SHE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TELL HUNT "OH YOU DONT EVEN WANT TO BE HERE" girl maybe if you told someone the fuckin plan they would feel a bit more confident about going through with it for fucks sake. she's a mean girl and i can't stand her and i don't think she's funny at all she is so cringe to me haha. HUNT HAS ALREADY TRIED GOING AGAINST THE ASTERI AND HE WAS TORTURED FOR 200 YEARS?! Then he gets freed and has to do it all over again?! Like, why are we yelling at this man? of course he's weary.

I’m not the biggest fan of her swagger at times. Like sometimes we don’t need the quippy (read: unfunny) one liners :/

LITERALLY

The STAKES???? Bryce should’ve stayed dead! It would have been a lot more impactful. Even the torturing scenes kind of didn’t hit as much after the fact cause everyone can just regrow their limbs and be fine. No one had a single nightmare about what happened to them? I thought we would see something like that beyond “a glimmer of darkness in his eyes” idk :/

The entire "someone dying only to be brought to life on the next page" has definitely fucking worn off now but sjm apparently can't see that. she created a world with 50+ characters only to not use half of them when it matters. so stupid. Also, i don't remember them being able to regrow limbs tbh.

Maybe the book would’ve been too long but I was genuinely shocked we didn’t get more scenes of anyone on the actual battlefield. We were mostly in the palace after Bryce and Hunt teleported, and then the moment with Lidia and the sprites. But maybe the book would’ve been too toooo long idk.

Yeah there really was only like 60 pages of the end scene. but as soon as i saw the word space i actually almost DNFd it because what the actual fuck was that.

I will say I really like how the male friendships are genuine. I honestly can’t tell you that Bryce, Fury, and June are friends LMAO. (I’m exaggerating but I do kinda agree with this) .

Yeah, i love Ruhn, dec, and flynn's relationship. i think sjm tries to be like "oh yeah girl power, strong fmc's" but there's no women in the books? and they all don't like each other? like danika, bryce, fury, and juniper seemed like mean girls? girls that didn't give a fuck about anyone else? idk. the way that the men to women ratio in her books is very interesting to me. and the fack that EVERY man that comes across bryce thinks she's the most gorgeous girl to have ever lived...fuck off with that logic.

My girl Jesiba :////// She was my favorite for sure. I'm indifferent about her lol. Her entire storyline i feel was just made up like two months ago so she could connect to the other series lol

I do agree with what you said about Bryce (I legit almost wrote Aelin LMFAO) . I was not expecting her to just say no rulers for the Fae at all. But I guess a Senate would be more democratic.

SO STUPID. The Senate (starwars)

Im sure there will be a fourth book but I am so uninterested in Tharion and Ariadne like who caresssssssss. If Im interested in Ithan, it’s because I want to see more Perry. I wonder how connected this world and ACOTAR will remain.

I honestly hope it ends at 4 books. I think that would be a perfect ending because there's four houses. no need for more im already sick of it. yeah i liked perry too. i hope they're no longer connected lol.

Ruhn and Lidia :) but HE LEGIT SHOT HER?? I know she was acting irrationally because of her sons and he wanted to make sure she didn’t get herself killed but then he shot her. Like okay 😭. I think my favorite couples are Bryce’s parents and Lidia and Ruhn. Ruhn just seems so hot 😭.

Ruhn is a winner for sure for sure.

I’m writing too much and I’m scared this app will just shut down so I’ll quit here. I still think the first book is the worst one in this series. But I had fun with this one (despite my hang ups) and I’m glad it’s over (for now :/).

THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT!!!

THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT TOO!

CC anon!! I went to goodreads to read reviews of the book and I genuinely cannot believe how many 5 star ratings this book got. I mean, I can and can’t believe it. Atp anything Sarah puts out will average at least a 4 star rating on there and sell a crap ton.

I think people just give her that rating because she's popular, not because they read lol. oh yeah, why do you think she released 5 different bonus chapters. talk about a greedy cash grab. that mentality kinda makes me sick im not even going to lie.

I was reading through the 2-star reviews and someone mentioned their shock at how quickly Ruhn and Lidia resolved their issues which I totally agree with. She said she hated him and would never forgive him for what he did, and she was right! I know why Ruhn did it, but I genuinely still cannot believe he actually shot her, even if she was gonna be okay. That’s a terrible time to be worrying about a wound like that when you want to be at full strength to fight for your children.

Yeah half of the plot lines felt stupid? like what? he couldn't have stopped her any other way...really? i feel like she did not think this book through as well as she thought she did tbh. seems to be her thing these days.

(Even when Hunt said he hated Bryce for stopping him from killing Celestina, I was like Oh!)

OMG THAT WAS ACTUALLY WILD. YEAH OKAY. I TOTALLY BELIEVE THEY'RE MATES.

The reviewer said Sarah should have left their relationship on the rocks so we could get Ruhn groveling in the fourth book, and I can’t get that idea out of my head. ESPECIALLY with their bonus scene. Idk if you’ve read it but I was like ??? I like them as a couple and I like their story, but it did seem like it was all patched up insanely quickly. Like if you shot me then the very LEAST you could do is get my kids to safety. That alone would not necessarily make me forgive you.

I didn't read their bonus chapter but i can't believe they moved in with each other literally after like two days of knowing each other in real life. bro, you just found out she has two kids? you don't know the woman at all lol. no, everyone has to have a happy ending by the last page of the book or else. lol. no suspense.

#cc3 spoilers #cc3 #hofas #hofas spoilers

[kinshenewa]

Moon sighed irritably, glancing down at his tablet as he walked. He had to always ensure his duties were up to date, which allowed him the freedom to walk around as he pleased and not be confined behind a desk like some people. His nose twitched, and he looked up, a decadent and delightful scent hitting his olfactory senses.

He looked around the drab grey hallway, walking further as he tried to pinpoint the scent. It was spicy, tangy, sweet. Like human chili mixed with lemon. He liked human food, it always intrigued him. But this smell intrigued him even more.

He kept walking, eyes half closing. Nearly running into a wall, his eyes snapped open to see he was at the gym, which was pretty quiet save for soft breaths. There seemed to be only one person working out right now.

Moon loved working out. He loved to feel the strain on his muscles as he got stronger. He looked gangly, like the rest of his species, but he was actually impressively strong. He was a bit insecure, however, so he usually did his workouts at night, when everyone was asleep.

Strangely enough, it was quite late, and yet someone was in the gym.

He walked further in, looking around before seeing something that made his breath hitch.

It was that human. She had a look of concentration, wearing black headphones as she did squats with a large weight. His eyes widened as he noticed the weight ring that was visible to him had a "50 lbs" on it. This human must be American.

She breathed heavily, staring at herself in the mirror. In this lighting, she looked so strong and muscular, her thighs almost as thick as his waist when she squatted down.

He put a hand over his heart, which beat fast as a gentle blue blush dusted his face. He was speechless, his jaw dropped. Oh wow...

She then set down the weight, sighing as she laid on her back on the floor. "Gods fucking damned it." She muttered, and Moon's blush darkened ever so slightly. Her voice... Sun wasn't lying when he said she sounded like a queen. It wasn't high-pitched like most females, but more androgynous and raspy, perfect for lullabies.

"How long ya gonna stand there and stare?" She asked, taking off her headphones as she stared at the ceiling.

Moon startled slightly, broken out of his reverie. "O-oh, um, apologies. I was coming here to work out, and... couldn't help but notice your strength...." Moon replied softly, and she chuckled as she looked at him.

"Ah, Moon. The lunar part of the Celestial Jester twins." She said with a smirk, "Ya know, soon as I smelled ya, I could feel my heart rate increasing in terror. Not gonna lie, you actually helped a bit with my workout, so thanks for that." She shrugged, sitting up with a hum. She stretched her arms above her head.

Moon could feel his breath stolen away by this muscular beauty, the lighting illuminating her impressive musculature.

"Anyway, how much you squat? I'm curious how strong ya are." She said, smiling at him as she stood up. He could see her pale face, her quivering hands, and twitching eyes. He knew she was terrified right now, but at least was making an effort to be friendly.

"Oh, um, well, in human terms you would understand, I can squat with 200 pounds." Moon responded after a moment.

The human chuckled as she replied, "Times that by 3 over 2 and that is how much I lift."

Moon thought for a moment, doing a quick bit of mental math before he gasped incredulously, "300 pounds?!" He could feel his heart speeding up as his face grew warm. Oh she was strong. She was very very strong.

"Yeah. I could probably lift more, but I still feel a bit of uh... what the word... resistance when I do it with 300. Don't want to overexert myself and fold like a lawn chair!" She replied with a laugh, and Moon's face flushed. Oh god, her laugh, it was beautiful. Raspy and slightly deep that sent a shiver down his spine.

She walked closer, smiling up at him confidently as she said, "Let's see you lift, bro."

Moon blinked, his red eyes widening. He chuckled nervously as he said, "Oh, well, uh, I'm actually a bit shy about that..."

She snorted, rolling her eyes. "Don't worry about being insecure around me. I'm not a judge-y person. I don't like being judged, so I don't judge others." She replied with a smile.

Moon could feel a fluttering sensation in his stomach, his hands clasped over his heart as he looked at her with wide eyes. Such a kind and considerate person!

"That is... quite nice." He finally said, and she smiled and nodded. He checked the time, seeing midnight fast approaching. "Well, um, I need to go." He said softly.

Cadence smiled, waving a hand dismissively. "Aight then, see ya around hotstuff." She replied, chuckling as she turned and left.

Moon blinked, watching her leave. He went back to his room in a daze, his face a dark blue. Entering the living room, he saw Sun sprawled on the couch, tinkering with a human phone. Sun looked up and saw Moon, smirking as he sat up and teased, "Ooh, what's got the big Moonie all flustered?"

Moon frowned at Sun, huffing and crossing his arms. "Well, if you MUST know.... I ran into the human.... At the gym." He replied, and Sun let out a loud 'ooh'. "Oh shut up, I was just going to do my normal workout, then saw.... her there." Moon snapped, covering his face with his hands as he added quietly, "She can squat with 300 pounds on her shoulders.

Sun looked surprised, eyebrows raised as he replied, "Wow! Looks like we got a big muscle mommy on our hands~"

Moon glared, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Sun's face. Sun laughed boisterously as the pillow hit his face, and Moon blushed deeper as he said, "Sh-shut up! I'm going to bed."

"Have muscular dreams~!" Sun teased, and Moon growled as he went into their shared bedroom. He plopped onto the bed, covering his face with his left hand as his right hand held his heart.

He could understand his brother's interest with the human now.

And he had no plans to ignore her.

#kinshenewas-writing #CJAU

[danceofthefallen-if]

PROGRESS UPDATE + GENERAL Q’S

Hi hello everyone! Wow I can’t believe that there’s over 300 of you already 😳 that’s pretty crazy aha! Thank you so much for the support 💞

Anyway, I think this covers most general questions that people might have, but feel free to send in any others!

-> DotFD will be written on CScript to start with, but will likely be ported to Twine once I figure it out fully and can create a UI that is suitable for those with sensory issues.

-> It will always be entirely free. While it would be cool to make money off of writing, it’s not something I want to do full-time, nor do I want that extra pressure.

-> As things stand at the moment, we will be hopefully be wrapped up in two books. I haven’t quite finished plotting the chapters out yet, so I’m iffy on how long they will be, but I want to say about 15 chapters each.

Mini progress update:

The prologue and first chapter should be out by December. I’ve coded half of the prologue in, but the first chapter is being difficult (why is the beginning always so hard?).

+ a snippet from the prologue

Quick note: the mc’s personality is pretty basic in the prologue, but it happens about 500 years before chapter one and the mc is pretty young. Things will be more open in terms of personality once past the prologue. This is the sarcastic version because it’s my favourite:

“$mc_deity $mc_name,” the Voice rings out. “Step forward.”

A small part of you wants to disobey, just to see what would happen, but the larger, more insistent part of you already has your feet moving towards the basin. You step up close and peer in, wondering, not for the first time, how exactly a small and rather ugly basin filled with what appears to be off-colour water will be able to tell you which Deity you will be serving under.

The Voice, now with a slight edge (perhaps it doesn’t like you insulting its basin?), pipes up again, “concentrate, $mc_deity $mc_name.”

Right. Concentrate. You can do that.

Screwing up your brow, you give the water– uh Blessed Liquid– your full focus. You can almost feel your bearer’s eyes boring into you, no doubt wanting to lecture you about potential wrinkles.

You don’t know why they’re so worried about you, they should be more concerned about their own wrinkles. There’s enough of them.

The liquid ripples suddenly, and you nearly jerk back in surprise when your core hums in response.

The Goddess Aeryn.

The words are but a whisper, and yet were clearly heard by all if the envious murmurings behind you were any indication.

The Voice grunted.

“The Vessel of Blessings–” it’s clearly a basin– “has spoken, $mc_deity $mc_name, you are hereby a $mc_deity of…”

[choice] “Fate.”

Ability explanation: Precognition.

[choice] “Love.”

Ability explanation: Empathy.

[choice] “Justice.”

Ability explanation: Truth Inducement.

[choice] “Animals”

Ability explanation: Beast Tamer.

#progress update #general questions #prologue snippet

[starjane312]

Kit Tanthalos x OC

Big Masterlist

Masterlist

Chapter 13

We’re Basically in the Middle of nowhere. Kit starts Walking next to me.

K: Jane ? Can we talk ?

J: Not in the mood.

I ignore her.

E: You Ok ?

W: Uh, just need to Rest. Then we resume your Training. You’ve still got a long way to go.

E: Maybe if I had the Wand …

Suddenly Graydon falls to the Ground.

E: Wait Graydon's Hurt !

Willow lifts his Collar and there is a Golden glowing spot.

J: Shit.

G: Bad Magic.

E: We have to get him to shelter ! Something !

B: Yeah ! And what do you Suggest, Huh ! We’re right in the Middle of…  I don’t even know where in the Middle of !

J: Moon.

Moon walks to Graydon and Kneels down. Me and Boorman help him up. I point my Finger at Graydon.

J: If you hurt him, I’ll kill you. Doesn’t matter that you’re Possessed.

He nods.

W: I know where we are.

He walks to a few Rocks and Looks beyond them. I walk there too. It's a Castle.

W: Nockmaar.

The Giant cloud is Swirling Right over it.

J: You’ve got to be Kidding me. Ok, let's go.

I walk forward. Moon right beside me. The others behind me. Willow falls to the Ground. Kit helps him up. 

W: We can’t go in. Don't you see ? This is what she wants.

E: We have to get Graydon inside or he'll Die.

B: And he’s not the only one.

J: There’s nothing around here for Leagues.

W: This fortress  was the Stronghold of the Most Brutal tyrant of her Age, Bavmorda.

B: Yeah. Or as Kit calls her Grandma.

I give him a Piercing side Glare. When we are inside we help Graydon off of Moon. Who then shakes the water out of his Mane. The others Chain Graydon to the Floor. Me and Jade start a fire and soon we’re all dry. Boorman closes the Chain around Graydon’s Wrists with a Hot Iron pickle.

B: Sorry about this Pal.

G: What do you think she used these for ?

B: Bavmorda knew how to Romp. Legendary Parties. Three four days in a Row. All kinds of weird shit.

G: How do I look ?

E: Like a Vermathrax at a vestal faire.

G: What ?

E: It was …

J: No it was a really good Joke.

B: Next time leave the levity to me.

Graydon coughs and vomits on the Floor.

J: Ah, Lovely.

G: What happened to Ballantine and Marrick is gonna happen to me.

Boorman gets up.

G: And you guys are gonna have to stop me before I …

Thunderclaps and I flinch. Elora gets up.

E: What … What was Ballentine gonna do to me ?

W: What Bavmorda started when you were a Baby.

G: The Ritual of the Thirteenth Night. Banishing your Soul to a Realm of perpetual suffering. Only the Combined strength of Willow and Raziel, the two most Powerful sorcerers of all time, was able to stop it. In the end using the Fibonacci Hex, if I’m not wrong ?

Willow hums.

J: Willow obliterated Bavmorda, rescued Elora Danan, You and Saved the World.

Everyone looks at me.

J: What  ? He’s not the only one that Reads.

B: Wow. And then What’d you do ?

W: We all went out and got pissed.

Graydon vomits again.

K: And that thing you did at the Slaughtered Lamb could you …

W: Blast his insides out ? A few moments of the Most excruciating pain ever endured. Probably followed by Death.

J: Maybe not that great of an Idea.

G: The way you’re talking. Sounds like you're starting to like me.

J: Don’t lose your head over it Twinkle Toes.

I smile at him.

K: This is all your fault.

She looks at Boorman.

B: Sorry, how’d you figure that ?

K: You send us on a wild goose chase to find some stupid artefact. And it doesn’t even exist. And now we’re trapped in some cursed castle and Aryk is still half a world away …

B: Right Aryk your brother. And meanwhile your ex-fiancé Grayoncé there, is being Ravaged by a 300-year old demon.

By the word Ex- Fiancé my grip on my Dagger Tightens.

G: Come on man. Don’t say Ravaged.

B: Sorry bud.

We are Waiting. I don't know for what but it’s Boring. I’m sharpening my Axe. While Jade cooks something. Boorman holds a plate in front of me.

J: Not hungry but thank you.

Graydon lays coughing on the Floor.

Ja: How long does he have ? Before it takes hold ?

W: Not long. Sometime in the small hours of the Night he’ll lose control.

I look at my Axe.

K: I mean we all know it has to be done. What was the last thing that Ballentine asked you to do ?

I look at Jade.

Ja: Kill him. He’s the Prince of Galladoorn Kit. We’d be at war

K: Hastur knew. Right ? We all knew that he never should’ve come. And If I have to decide between saving Aryk and waiting for Graydon to turn into some kinda Monster …

I sigh.

G: Kit’s right. I’ve had some experience with this before and I know I’m not strong enough to stop it. I don’t wanna hurt you guys. But I will.

E: If her Highness is in such a hurry to see it done she ought to do it herself.

K: Oh you don’t think I will ?

B: Uh I don’t. Killing someone who isn’t trying to kill you back, it’s not an easy thing to do.

I look down at my Axe. If it comes to it, I would do it.

E: Please you’re the greatest sorcerer alive. You obliterated Bavmorda.

J: There must be something you can do.

W: When she was young, your Age. Bavmorda was bright, curious, full of Promise. She was abducted by Members of a long-forgotten sect. The Order of the Wyrm. The crone radicalised her, converting her with their warped beliefs and gifting her with unnatural powers.

Ja: What kind of powers ?

W: Well for example she once changed the entire Galladoorn army into Pigs.

J: Hm, lovely.

W: Raziel and I, Eventually, changed them all back. It was chaos Pigs everywhere.

B: Sorry, All of them ?

W: Huh ?

B: You … You turned all of the Pigs back into people ?

W: Think so.

I nod. Boorman spits out the rest of his food.

J: So glad I didn’t eat.

W: The point is, the order of the Wyrm practised Taboo magic, against Nature. If a rite exists that can extract that Kind of evil. I think I know where we’d find it.

We all follow Willow into a room. He gets out a Book and lays it on a Table.

W: The Malatrium. Bound in the skin of a satyr.

K: Gross.

#kit tanthalos #kit tanthalos x reader #kit tanthalos x oc #willow #jade claymore #aryk tanthalos #elora danan #thraxus boorman #graydon hastur

[the-firebird69]

It seems like years of this idiot s*** and it has been and our son and daughter pointed out did they submerge and start riding everyone and they ruin things again and they're doing it in a cycle. I want to break that cycle in the process Mac will lose even though he thinks he's going to win and he's interested in doing it too we've heard enough from everybody we need to enact our plan and stop harassing our son and daughter by harassing the idiots who just need to leave we're going to ruin their day and night and we're going to take care of the problem and we're going to go over it right now on how to do it and it's working for the most part and we're going to go push the light cycle facility stuff and if they don't get there we're just going to take everything and start taking all the cocaine too and then I'll probably drive them there if not we'll have the stuff I'm tired of having to do this halfway through because they're screwing up something that they want to do it's so damn annoying

Thor Freya

It is ridiculous what I'm saying they're going to be a huge pain in the ass if you cut them off everyone will have to kill them and kind of really need to they suck so damn bad but wow that's a lot of them dying in the polls and those four holes it is a lot without that today we would be in a lot of trouble if we tried to take them on I see how many are left and it's millions of octoons but they're going you're saying too it's far too many but they have to try and take it over from one of their own assholes they fail they're going to die and it sort of get it but they're going because they have to and they're speeding there now

Mac

He doesn't want to give it out but we can we're saying that there are ships there and then a loaded they're 10 to 20 miles long and they're cruise ships and yeah they're going back and forth and they're picking up assholes. We have a couple junkie 20 mile one we're doing the same thing there's a few more we can use if they get destroyed where we build them they'll need to be rebuilt soon anyways but we're trying to make it so they get there huge numbers too huge. The reasoning of sound 400 million empire ships is nothing it seems upon septillions of ships has been down there building and taking stuff and taking all these ships and processing them and some of them are very big and a lot of steel and a lot of titanium and spaceships too well he's probably at the core they're fighting over it but he might be at it and if not is that other iron or deposites that are deep we know he's building stuff and he said he was and we have estimates and you don't want to hear them he says we should put it out there rough numbers if we get it approved and I went and got it approved

300 million class A Star Trek 10 to 20 mi ships

400 million class A Star wars interceptors and imperial warships 5 to 10 miles

700 million class A destiny 2 5 to 10 MI

800 million class A Warcraft Stone chips fuse limestone cured using the method we described already and they figured out themselves the Halls are about 400 ft thick they're hard enough to deflect everything you have you have to hit the same spot for 500 times unless you have the lasers in the spheres these trips are 10 to 20 miles

700 million of the class A Stone ships which are Warhammer than the men for bomber and bombing and there are about that many of the 5 to 10 Mile class same with the stone

300 million class A tanks 20 mi or less is about 1/3 of them or 20 mi and there's cloud with limestone which is hardened

200 million class A fighter jets titanium alloy super fast 25,000 mph Plus in the atmosphere

Ordinance of the wazoo and Vons they're more bombs then Trump had stashed in his areas

700 million Jager 1 mi to 5 mi 800 million Jager half mile two billion Jager quarter mile 300 billion Jager 8th of a mile 700 billion Yeager 800 ft 10 trillion Jager 20 ft $700 Yeagers 15 ft

More later

Thor Freya

650 million lasers 10 miles long 850 million lasers 5 mi long 3/4 of those have spheres in their makeup they're extremely powerful 200 million lasers 20 miles long the place is Jambo stuff down there

[dt-screenshots]

[id: screenshot of Double Trouble from she ra season 4 episode 2. the screenshot is a close-up of DT’s face shown from the side but at an angle letting us see it in its entirety. DT is grinning, sharp teeth clenched. their eyebrows are slightly raised, eyes wide open with pupils contracted, lower eyelid defined and emphasized at the inner corner. the line of their eyelashes is sharp and long. end id]

#love it when they are slightly unhinged #double trouble #she-ra and the princesses of power #spop #She Ra and the Princesses of Power #hi everyone long time no see!! there's over 300 of you now wow!!!! #thank you so much!!!! #some updates: netflix finally figured out how to stop ppl from screenshotting from browser #and all of my prepared screenshots are stored on a Very laggy old laptop #so until i am a functioning enough person to move them/download the show we are partly suspended.. #really sorry about that i'll try to get myself together soon!

[rogersevans]

Quarantine Wedding

Pairings: Chris Evans x Y/n Downey - Chris Evans x Y/n Evans

Warnings: just fluff, wedding (if they make you emotional), implied smut towards the end

Summary: Y/n never planned her dream wedding, but in their back garden, surrounded by their families, during a global pandemic seems pretty perfect to her. apart of the evans’ series.

Sunday mornings were Y/n’s and Chris’s favourite day of the week, the only time they got to stay in bed, tangled in the sheets and each other, going undisturbed from the outside world. Chris currently had Y/n lying between his legs, her back against his bare chest as he rested against the head of the bed.  

Y/n was absentmindedly playing with the engagement ring on her finger, something she had started to do since he put it on, twiddling it with her thumb.

Dodger was at their feet, on his back with his legs spread, snoring away.  

“We should get married.” Y/n mumbled like she was thinking something through in her mind, thumb still playing with the ring.

“We are...” Chris reminded her, placing a small kiss to her temple. “That’s what this is for.” Taking her small hand in his, holding it up to show off the ring as it glistened in the Sunday morning sun.  

“No,” she protested with a giggle, getting up onto her knees and wrapping the sheet around her naked body, turning to face her fiancé. “I mean sooner, like tomorrow.”  

“Tomorrow?”

“Or Thursday if you’re too busy.” Rolling her eyes playfully she scooted closer to him, now in his lap, the sheet now being held up by their bodies, closing the gap. Her hands finding his hair, raking her fingers through it and massaging his scalp. “I want to be Mrs Evans, I want to get married in our back garden, with our families... No one else.” Chris hummed in agreement, letting his hands fall to her hips.  

“You don’t want a big wedding?” Licking his lips, his eyes now open and focused on every detail of her, the small freckle that sat just above the curve of her right breast, the thin chain that sat around her neck with a small diamond C resting in the centre he’d bought her on their second anniversary, the butt dimpled in her chin, something she hated but another thing he adored.  

Truthfully, she didn’t, she never envisioned herself surrounded by 300 people as she said ‘I do’, she just wanted a small, intimate wedding, less than 30 people.  

The pair had been engaged for five months and the pandemic had haltered all of their plans to celebrate, they had various zoom celebrations with their families and friends and when they were allowed to travel back home their hallway was filled with presents and balloons.  

They had managed to keep the news out of the press, wanting to bask in the newness of their engagement privately, it had been blissful but Y/n was becoming impatient.  

Silently shaking her head, she dipped her head her lips just a whisper away from Chris’s, “I just want you, as my husband.” She whispered making Chris’s entire body shiver, and in one swift movement Y/n is on her back with Chris lying on his side next to her, propped up on his elbow and tracing shapes on her are stomach.

She doesn’t stop herself from reaching up and cupping his cheek, booping his nose with her thumb, making them both giggle and then running her fingers over his beard, one her favourite features of her fiancé the way it feels against her skin makes her feel alive.  

“Tomorrow.” Was all he replied with, letting his lips fall down to her nose.  

After another hour of being tangled up in one another, the room filled with her soft moans and Chris made love to her, turned on at the thought of her becoming his wife tomorrow. They started organising everything, never leaving the bed unless it was for Dodger, food or toilet breaks.  

They had delivered the news to their families and the cheers or screams (Carly and Shanna) we’re piercing, even though the speaker of their phones.  

Chris booked flights for his family to be able to attend, they were getting in at around 10pm that night. Y/n demanded that everyone be tested before they stepped foot in their home, so she arranged for someone to come out and test everyone. Y/n’s family were due to arrive tomorrow morning, the nerves bubbled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of her mom and dad being in the same room again, something she hadn’t experienced in years.  

“Baby, it’ll be fine.” Giving a chaste kiss to her knuckles, “we’re getting married tomorrow.” He mumbled against them, his voice raspy and tired after a long day of planning, all doubt or anxiety about her parents leaving her body just from his touch, his words settled her completely.  

“I can’t wait to be your wife.” Standing to her tiptoes she nudged her nose with his, their gaze still looked before her eyes fluttered shut, breathing him in and relishing in the moment before his lips found hers.  

“What are you going to do about a dress?” Scott asked in a hushed tone, not wanting Chris to hear their conversation, closing the door to their bedroom behind him.  

The house was extremely busy downstairs with everyone completing last minute preparations so Scott and Y/n had snuck away for a quiet moment to get ready, knowing Y/n didn’t function when stressed. He could tell she wanted nothing more than to have Chris at her side, one didn’t move without the other.

But Scott demanded, as the self appointed best man/man of honour, that they be apart for the night before and the day of, still up-keeping some form of tradition.

Unknowingly to Scott, Chris had snuck back into their bedroom last night when everyone was asleep, not wanting to be away from one another with the excitement of the next day bubbling. 

Like children on Christmas Eve.  

The busyness of the day had helped keep them both distracted, not giving them much time to sneak off for a moment of privacy. 

“I bought something a few months ago, thinking ahead.” Y/n rummaged through her and Chris’s shared walk-in closet, plucking a black garment bag which was hidden at the very back.  

Unzipping the bag, Y/n revealed the white, embroidered, floor length cami wedding dress. Scott couldn’t contain his gasp as he softly took the dress in his hands, admiring it silently.  

“Where did you find this?” His eyes not leaving the dress, his fingers running over the patterns.

“ASOS,” she started. “I saw it on there and had to have it, I’m going to wear it with these...” Trailing off as she bent down to pick up her pair of all white, high-topped converses, now beaming from ear to ear.

“You’re joking right?”

“Heels aren’t me,” shrugging her shoulders she took the dress from Scott and disappeared into the en-suite to get ready.  

“What about rings?” Scott asked on the other side of the door, he was sitting on the edge of the bed go through the checklist he had created in his mind.

“I think Chris has that sorted.” Was all she replied too focused on not damaging the dress as she slipped it on carefully, not hearing when Scott said something about checking on the decorations and leaving. 

After ten minutes Y/n stepped out of the bathroom to show Scott, her hair now falling freely over her shoulders and the slightest bit of make-up, the dress hugged her figure perfectly as the flowed around her.  

“Wow.” Chris’s voice sounded, making her jump back behind the bathroom door, shutting it, hoping he didn’t see too much. “Baby, what’re you doing?” Walking over to the bathroom door, trying to push it open.

“I thought you were Scott. You’re not supposed to see me!” Y/n cried from behind the door.

“I don’t care, we’re getting married during a pandemic, in our back garden with less than twenty people... So, I think the traditions are out the window.” His hand still on the door knob, letting a breathy chuckle out. “C’mon gorgeous, I wanna see you.” He attempted to persuade her.

Slowly the door started to open to reveal Y/n stood there, holding either side of her dress as she twirled for Chris, giggling as she did.

Well fuck, the sight made Chris’s heart swell, his palms became sweaty as his eyes trailed over her, drinking in her appearance, his smile never leaving his lips.  

Y/n took the opportunity to take in her fiancé's appearance, he was currently in black dress pants, a white shirt tucked into his pants with the top few buttons undone, and a tie hanging around his neck, untied. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight, butterflies erupting in her stomach.

“Was gonna ask you to do my tie...” He choked out, his eyes now meeting hers.  

Without word she took a step forward and began fastening the last few buttons before making work of his tie, his hands found her hips, rubbing small circles with his thumbs as he watched her intently.  

“You look...” He started, but was cut off by Y/n.

“Handsome, you look insanely handsome. I’m lucky you’re about to become my husband.” Her eyes still fixated on the tie, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip as she concentrated. Once satisfied her fingers smoothed out his collar and tie. “Now go, before Scott sees you in here. Anyone would think he’s the one getting married.” Both chuckling softly.  

With her command Chris didn’t move away, just one step closer to her, closing the gap between them, his hands now cupping her cheeks, both looking into each other's eyes for a few seconds before he dipped his head down to kiss her.  

This kiss wasn’t like all the others he had sneaked in the past twenty four hours, it was different.

Y/n’s mind casting back to the night Chris told her he loved her for the first time, the kiss matching that. It was filled with adoration, passion and love, making her stomach do flips and her heart hammer against her chest.  

“Go,” Y/n mumbled against his lips after a few seconds, pushing his abdomen. “I’ll see you down there handsome.” Giving her one last kiss before walking away, leaving her now by herself as she jumped up and down in their bathroom, the tiniest squeal leaving her lips.  

The next half an hour rushed by so quickly, now the pair were stood at the bottom of their garden in front of their families, their garden littered with fairy lights hung above them, their families stood watching proudly. 

It was simple and perfect, no fuss. 

Scott was ordaining the ceremony something Chris and Y/n weren’t aware he could do until last night. Too scared to know the reason why he decided to become an ordained minister, “you never know when you might need it” was all he said. 

“Y/n,” Chris started, his hands shaking a little. “I can’t imagine my life without you, since you came barging into it 22 years ago. From the very first day of filming back in 2011, I knew you were it for me, even if I didn’t know it.” That caused everyone to laugh, “I love how you’re always there by my side, how you always tie my tie... Even if I know how to do it myself.” Y/n gasped shocked at his admission, laughing along with everyone. “At first it was a tactic to be near you, but the look of concentration you have every time, drives me crazy.” He laughed as she shook her head, beaming from ear to ear. “You make me the happiest man alive every day, even when you’re beating my ass at guitar hero. I love how passionate and impatient you are... Today being an example of that.” Everyone laughed again, he reached for her cheek and wiped the tears away with his thumb. “I can’t believe I get to call you my wife... I love you.”

Y/n was speechless, wiping away the tears that continued to fall, it was like he’d winded her with his words, her body tingled with excitement and love as the feeling of becoming Mrs Evans drew closer.

“Chris,” she started. “You are one of the most amazing, crazy talented, men I’ve ever known, I’m in constant awe of what you’re capable of... Seriously, it's annoying... I will make it my life mission to find something you’re not good at.” Chris’s loud laughter now echoed over your families laughs, his hand falling to his chest. “Your laugh, is my favourite sound of yours and if I could play it on repeat I would, but I’ll just settle for making you laugh with my terribly bad dad jokes-”

“Oh no!” Chris groaned at her statement, making everyone laugh again.

“Our love consumes me, I knew from the moment Lizzie told me you liked me that I had to have you, no matter what. Everyone constantly tells me how intense our love is, but it wasn’t until someone described it perfectly to me that I understood,” Y/n took the opportunity to side eye Scott, recalling the night they had a very drunken conversation about her relationship with Chris, making Scott laugh. “We’re so in sync with one another, you move, I move, we could be in a room filled with people, on opposite ends and we would still find each other without looking. Being with you,” she had to stop to compose herself, not wanting to cry during her vows. “Is like living a dream come true, especially during the simple times, no plans, no noise, just us doing nothing.”

Chris didn’t hide his tears as they freely fell, the sniffles from everyone, including Robert could be heard now.

After a few more words from Scott, once he calmed down, the cheers erupted as their lips connected, their first kiss as husband and wife. Chris pulling her flush against him, deepening the kiss. “I got you, Mrs Evans.” He whispered against her lips, making her giggle.  

The rest of the night was spent with their families, basking in the events of the day as they ended the night with the fire pit lit, gathered around it. Y/n was still in her dress and converse clad feet, her hair now tied up as she sat on the floor in between her husband's legs. 

She was currently admiring her wedding band, it was rose gold, slim and had diamonds wrapped around it, fitting perfectly against her engagement ring. reaching for the hand that rested on her shoulder, now playing with his wedding band, his band was thick, black and had a thin, rose gold strip around the centre. 

Chris had purchased them the day he bought the engagement ring and had hidden them in his sock drawer in his bedside, his hiding spots were getting better. 

“I’m so happy for you guys.” Robert softly whispered, puling his daughter into his arms holding her tightly against his chest. “I can’t believe you’re married!” 

“I know... I have to live with a boy!” She quipped back and Robert’s body started to vibrate with laughter, her cheek resting on his should as they continued to hug, not wanting to let go.

“My baby...” Now cupping her cheeks, giving his daughter one last look of pride before letting go. “You’ve always been my favourite child.” He whispered, Y/n knew he was joking but she laughed in agreement anyway. Out of her other three siblings they both shared a close relationship, Y/n was his saving grace when he was younger, having her at a young age bonded them. 

“Chris, I can’t believe you’re my son now... How weird.” Chris smiles broadly at the term son, instead of son-in-law, he knew Robert classed him as part of the family and not because he had to. "Welcome to the family, legally.. Let’s face it you’ve always been apart of this family.” Sharing a quick embrace before slipping past the newlyweds to speak to Lisa.

“Do you want to dance?” Chris bent down to whisper in his wife's ear, his hands finding her hips and back pressed against his chest, only to have her hum in response. 

Guiding her to an open spot in the garden, taking his hand in hers and spinning her so she was now facing him. His large hands resting on her hips whilst her hands snaked around his waist, the music that played from the speakers in the house guiding them. “You’re my wife,” stating softly, his lips finding her forehead.

“That’s right Evans,” the nickname now sounding futile with both being Evans’. “You’re stuck with me, no getting out this.” Her index finger was pointing between them before wrapping back around his neck. 

“Never.” 

It was nearing 2am when Chris and Y/n climbed the stairs to their bedroom, once the click of their door shutting was heard she reached behind trying to unzip her dress but struggled due to her tired state, contemplating just sleeping her dress.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her husband as he guided the zip down slowly, leaving slow, wet kisses on shoulder, using his callous fingers to brush the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the dress pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her panties.  

“My wife, you’re stunning.” He said lowly, the only light in the room was the light of the moon streaming through the windows. Y/n turned to face him, starting to unbutton his shirt which was now untucked, tie long gone and the top two buttons already undone, his collar bones and tattoos poking out through his shirt.  

Pushing the shirt off of him, she traced his tattoos with her fingers, a hiss of pleasure escaping from his throat, making him tighten the grip on her hips she didn’t know he had.  

The C necklace glistening in the moonlight.

That’s how they stood for a few minutes, their eyes never breaking from one another, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands on her hips.  

Y/n guided her new husband to their bed, the back of his legs hitting the edge and he sat down closely followed by her straddling him. “Mr Evans,” her voice laced with arousal. “I do believe, you’re wearing one too many items of clothing.” She tsked, her finger trailing down his abdomen, his muscles twitching when she did, effortlessly flicking the button of his pants open.  

“That can be fixed... Mrs Evans.” He purred in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.  

#chris evans #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x downey!reader #chris evans x fem!reader #cevans #cevansedit #evansedit #the evans'

[sakusaur]

friends with benefits

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x fem reader 

tags: nsfw, mentions of ex, jealous omi?, fluff ending, the basic dirty, choking, hair pulling, ass slapping, no protection so creampie?, everyone is above age here (reader is in university)

word count: 1.5k 

a/n: this is a comfort piece for myself and a thank you for 200! we are almost at 300 oh god

sakusa kiyoomi and you were nothing more than simple friends with benefits. he texts you after training for some stress relief, you text him after classes for a distraction. it was a simple routine between the both of you until someone breaks your heart. 

your phone vibrated as you laid in bed, reading some materials for your class the next day. 

you looked over to see that kiyoomi had texted you and you looked at the time. it was almost 11pm and there’s no other reason why he’d text you this late. 

you: i’m awake 

you: what’s wrong? 

kiyoomi: can i come over? i’m three stops away 

you looked at the clock again, you have a class at 9am the next day and kiyoomi would have left by then. 

you: okay, i’ll leave the front door unlocked. 

kiyoomi simply left the message on double tick and you stood up to go to the bathroom to wash your face, to freshen up. you looked like absolute shit having spent the past week stressing over another guy you were dating. 

since kiyoomi and you weren’t exclusive, or that kiyoomi didn’t mention that he hasn’t been seeing anybody else, you still went on dates, meeting different guys and experimenting. but the last guy ended it off, saying that he needed some distance but it was clear he didn’t like you one bit and only wanted the sex. 

and the sex was terrible. only kiyoomi knows how to make you feel so good, and with his athlete stamina? he could fuck you all night. 

you didn’t bother to put on any makeup or a nice set of underwear since kiyoomi was going to just rip the shirt off you later. he only texts when he has a bad day at training, and you were prepared to get the aftermath of it later. 

in half an hour, kiyoomi entered your apartment and you were still on the bed reading your textbook. “y/n.” kiyoomi greeted you as he opened your door and set his bag on the floor. he went to the bathroom to wash his hands and you stood up to put your books back on your desk. 

before you could turn back to settle on the bed, kiyoomi was already behind you with his hands around your waist and his tall frame enveloping your body as he rested his chin on the crook of your neck, inhaling you slow. he was already taking your shorts off. 

“impatient?” you teased him as you twisted your arm back to run your fingers through his hair, sighing contentedly as he slowly leaves butterfly kisses down your neck. and with his strong arms, kiyoomi picked you up laid you down on the bed and took a good look at you. 

“what’s with the eye bags? you haven’t been sleeping?” he brushes your hair away from your eyes and runs his thumb across your undereye. you shook your head and took one of hand to kiss it, “couldn’t sleep because of something stupid.” 

as you kissed the back of his hand, you slowly ran his fingers against your soft lips before licking the pad of his second finger. you part your lips open to welcome his long fingers, and you stared back up at him. kiyoomi’s expression was priceless with his curls hanging loosely over his forehead, his eyes hooded black with lust as he looked at you sucking on his finger like a good girl. 

“what happened?” kiyoomi asked as he rearranged his position, helping you up to lean against the headboard as he uses his knee to separate your thighs apart. you keep sucking his fingers as he pressed his finger down against your tongue, causing your gag reflex to kick in.

you immediately removed his fingers, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his two fingers, “just some dick who walked out of the relationship”

kiyoomi frowned, retracting his fingers and put both hands on your inner thighs to not let you close it as you look into his eyes. “you’re seeing other people?” he prompted as you tried to pull him closer to give him a kiss but he slapped your hands away. 

you widened your eyes, startled by his actions. the way he asked that question too, it sounded as if he was mad. “i am. why?” you egged him on but kiyoomi just held onto your wrists to stop you from moving and now has both his thighs keeping your legs apart. “i thought we were just seeing each other.” he leaned down to lick your neck, and you whimpered, your hips lifting up in the air trying to get some friction. 

“you never said we were exclusive.” you panted as kiyoomi started to suck on his favourite spot on your neck. he still has his hands around your wrists and you just wanted to pull his hair and kiss him right now. “but you let me mark you, i wonder what do those guys think when they see such a cute girl with my bites all over her.” kiyoomi pulled back to look at your neck, blooming with beautiful red marks. 

“kiyoomi,” you whined as you tried to rub your legs together, “just fuck me already.” kiyoomi scowled at your words. he’d usually comply, making sure you come as quickly and as much as you can. but tonight he was taking it excruciatingly slow, taking his time to tease you. kiyoomi was jealous. he laughed, “you tell that to the other guys too?” 

you moaned as he slapped your clit and he brought his other hand up to your throat, holding it tight enough to choke you but not enough to restrict your airway. you rolled your eyes back, almost coming from the pressure. “i asked a question y/n.” kiyoomi slapped your clit again. 

“no! omi! only for you daddy!” you struggled to answer that as he choked you. kiyoomi smiles deviously and flips you around with your ass wiggling in the air, basically just begging him to fuck you. “do any of those guys know how much your cunt is just dripping from choking? do they know any of the bad things you like?” kiyoomi slapped your ass and you arched your back. 

“omi! please!” you gripped your white bedsheets, your head spinning from the pleasure and your ears immediately perked up when you heard kiyoomi removing his sweatpants and his thick cock sprang free, slapping his torso. 

“you’re only going to be screaming my name tonight y/n, and you’re not allowed to cry over any other guys.” kiyoomi lined his cock against your cunt, you could feel how warm it was and his precum was leaking all over. you started to move back, trying to put his cock in you but he suddenly stopped you, gripping your hair. 

“y/n? who’s in charge here baby?” kiyoomi slapped your ass again and you cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain burst through you as you cried out his name. you were just blabbing his name over and over with drool coming out of your mouth. 

kiyoomi had a tight hold on your hair as he slammed into you with no preparation, the entire room just echoed with your scream and his groans. he started to pick up the pace, your breasts bouncing up and down from how rough he was and you couldn’t stop saying his name. “that’s right y/n, only you-you can take me in so good.” he groaned and bent over, his chest meeting your back. 

“omi! i’m going to cum!” you started to twist your nipples for more stimulation to push you over the edge but kiyoomi let go of your hair and helped you instead, pinching your nipples and groped your breasts. his other hand slipped down to cup your cunt, his fingers rubbing fast against your clit. 

“come for me baby, shit-” he slammed even faster into you, and he felt your cunt squeeze around his cock as your legs shooked from your orgasm. he couldn’t help but cum into you too. kiyoomi moaned your name over and over as he fucked you slow through your orgasm and till his cock grew sensitive, he pulled out. 

“i like you y/n.” kiyoomi confessed as he laid next to you.you laid in the bed, sweaty and your face wet from tears and drool. you looked back at him and thought he was joking, thought he was just saying it because of the post-sex. but he was looking at you earnestly with a smile. you returned it, mumbling an “i like you too omi. sorry for seeing other guys.” 

kiyoomi stood up to grab a towel in the bathroom and cleaned you slowly, kissing your thighs as he wiped your oversensitive cunt. he joined you shortly in your bed, the time was about 3 in the morning. 

“kiyoomi?” you turned over to see him settling into your bed, something he had never done before. he smiled softly in the night and cupped your face. “i’m going to wait till you sleep and i’ll leave.” you couldn’t help but sniffle a little, kiyoomi cares so much for you. “just don’t leave omi.” you sat up and pulled him closer, laying on his chest. 

kiyoomi hugged you closer and kissed your forehead, “you’re not going to cry over shitty boys anymore y/n.” and you drifted off to sleep.

a/n: wow that was longer than i expected...sorry if this wasn’t that great i was going through a tough time. thank you for reading as always and for the 200 followers! 

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #hq sm #hq headcanons #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa x y/n #sakusa smut #sakusa imagines #sakusa oneshot #sakusa x you #haikyuu #sakusa scenarios

[sitp-recs]

(Perfect artwork for Modern Love, by @cambiodipolvere)

Today is the day of one of my favorite people! And I totally resent @tackytigerfic and Starry for almost sharing the same birthday, god the STRESS 😂 Tacky is my first and closest fandom friend. We clicked together so fast and easy that sometimes it feels like I’ve known her all my life, like we’re two dog moms living in the same neighborhood who happen to read fic in their free time. Despite our conflicting time zones and crazy schedules we manage to chat every other day, tagging and sending each other all kinds of stuff, coming together to cry scream about a brilliant fic we’ve just read or shaking our heads in embarrassment at every other unnecessary bullshit post. Tacky’s bright and wise energy uplifts my spirit even on my moody days, and makes me grateful for her friendship and for this fandom life. Okay so this got long and I had to put the rest under the cut:

It’s such a lovely and precious thing, to have someone with whom you can share every single thought that crosses your mind, your scariest, most embarrassing, petty or disturbing idea, without fear of being shamed or judged by it. I trust Tacky with all my heart to hear me out, share a joke or a piece of advice, even on the (rare) occasions when we don’t get the same perspective - that doesn’t happen often when it comes to Drarry, as we are taste twins!

Tacky my darling, you’re such a good person, and such an incredible friend. Thank you for introducing me to this lovely community, for being my safe haven and your unique self, with so many qualities I admire and feel inspired by: kind, witty, earnest, wise, and so very human. I love your humour and empathy, and your chill yet no-nonsense personality; I love your talent and how articulated you are; I love your passion for Drarry, and how you let this emotion inform the way you navigate the fandom and create for it. And god, but you’ve been creating some of the most beautiful content I’ve seen in these recent years! I’m permanently in awe of your ability to write Drarry in any shape, format or length, transforming even the most ordinary moment into an extraordinary and meaningful piece of character or relationship development. You know how you mentioned yesterday that some authors change the way you feel about a ship in a deep, definitive way? Well, you are that author for me. Your works made me fall in love with M-rated contemplative romance, and also allowed me to fall in love with Harry in a way I never thought it was possible before.

Some people - myself included - got to know you through the fun and intriguing A Lick and a Promise, others through the atmospheric and sensitive Modern Love, others through your contemplative and heartbreaking short form. Each story has its merits and purpose, and all of them share a Tacky trademark: the heartkick factor! Your talent has no limits and goes across different genres and tropes, that you explore with a bold twist full of personality and heart. And even more impressive is your consistency at always raising the bar - every new fic of yours becomes an instant fave and makes me think “wow I thought Tacky couldn’t get better yet here we are”. Seeing how your writing evolves as you find your narrative voice is a beautiful and humbling experience, I feel so lucky!

I’m really grateful for being active in the fandom at this moment in time, because that allows me to read and engage with your brilliant work, and to have you as a dear friend. I can’t wait to see what comes out of your beautiful brain next. It was an impossible job choosing a single fic to rec today, so I decided to do a belated Tacky reclist! Naturally these are my personal and biased must-reads, and I urge everyone to go check these beauties right now. Feel free to include your own favorites too, and don’t forget to leave them some appreciation.

Happy happy birthday my darling Tacky! This fandom life wouldn’t be the same without you. I hope you have the amazing day you deserve!

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I can’t even write about this tender domesticity without getting a lump in my throat. Best opening scene I’ve read in years, and a refreshing way to approach both mpreg and parenthood, painfully honest and lovely. This became an immediate comfort read for me, and it’s probably one of the fics I revisit the most.

Mortal Frame (2021, M, 6.6k)

This thrilling, fast-paced spy story left me breathless since the first paragraph, gods what an immersive ride! I’m so here for Drarry on the run, sharp and urgent with danger but mellowed by the silent trust and tender intimacy only Tacky can master. Major bonus points for the brilliant take on the Horcrux hunt plot line!

Last Offices (2020, M, 6.7k)

Oh, this fic 💔 I tend to avoid MCD but there’s something so deeply fascinating about body washing rituals that I caught myself mesmerized by this. I just couldn’t put it down, so emotionally compromised I felt. There’s a sort of strange comfort in the heartbreak of doing one last act of service out of devotion to someone. This fic inspired so many difficult but lovely feelings in me, and one of them was hope. Only Tacky could possibly achieve that!

Our Little Life (2020, M, 7.2k)

Inventive and singular, this story hit me straight on the solar plexus and left me speechless as I saw the (clever, magical and bittersweet) plot unravel. Such a fabulous take on alternate universes and all the angst potential behind it. Come and bask in the yearning melancholia of a short yet intricate and perfectly executed plot.

And One to Play (2019, E, 21k)

What a fun and delightful fic, I can’t have enough of pining Harry losing all sense of propriety when faced with a hot, competent and pragmatic Draco. This has fab dynamics, unhinged protectiveness, even more unhinged attraction between two idiots who can’t keep their hands off each other. A must-read for any Auror partners fan!

A Lick and a Promise (2019, E, 55k)

Hot, BAMF Professors carefully balancing a fuck buddies situation while solving a Hogwarts mystery, do we need anything else? I certainly do not. This fic is so fun and intriguing and immersive, with amazing supportive cast and a delicious get together feat secret shagging and oblivious pining. Love it!

Modern Love (2020, E, 61k)

My favorite read of 2020, this fic is a love letter to Drarry and will always hold a piece of my soul. Sensitive, wistful, tenderly aching and so very romantic, this is a Muggle Draco triumph with a superb Harry, exquisite slow burn and a side of suds comfort. I promise it will be impossible to listen to Bowie again without thinking of this love story.

Bonus: five stunning drabbles!

Something in the Way (2021, T, 119 words)

“Up,” he said, and Draco, sick with love, raised his arms above his head and allowed Potter to slide the jumper on him, big hands stroking it flat over Draco’s stomach until they both shivered.

Stir-Up Sunday (2020, M, 300 words)

“I want you always,” he said, tugging again on the fine curling length of it. “Is it okay to say that?”

Whalebone Arch (2021, M, 722 words)

“Are you still not talking to me?” Draco steered Harry towards the crisps. “Do I have to suck you off in the loo to cheer you up?”

Semiplume (2021, T, 923 words)

“Did you know,” Harry murmured, and he put his arms around Draco, fearless. “I’d be your mate. If you needed a mate, I mean.”

Relic Radiation (2021, M, 927 words)

“You’ll kill me,” Harry said, and Draco turned his face towards the darkened sky, lunar pale, his profile some stupid unearthly thing—a flaring blazar, a supernova—in the light from the kitchen window.

#drarry fic rec #Drarry reclist #happy birthday Tacky! #fave

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A prompt idea/suggestion :

Usually Harry is back at home by evening but its almost 10 and he isn't back yet, Draco starts to worry and contacts everyone but got no news of him. Harry arrives just before midnight and draco is not in good state. As soon as draco sees him he hugs him and starts crying. Harry is late because he planning something for draco.

No pressure!

I didn't know how to write this without making this a cliche but perhaps it's supposed to be cliche, I tried my best.

Fidus Amor

Fluff | domestic | Comfort fic

Draco checks outside the kitchen window like a usual routine to see if harry had reached but to his surprise he hadn't, Draco only frowned to himself but didn't thought much about it assuming Harry must be stuck with some last remaining work, he let it be and continued cooking the dinner but lost in making the curry, Draco didn't realise when the clock stroke 10 in the night. He frowned as checked outside the window again but still nothing more unusual than it was 1 hour ago. He turned off the last of stove and placed the dinner on the table, hoping that Harry would enter just then and apologize for being late and ramble on about how there was a chaos at workplace because a niffler left loose but Draco stared at the watch on his wrist, then on the wall, his hand under his chin as he waited for Harry but still no see.

15 minutes later draco picked up a cucumber from the salad and ate, then chewed a few more and ultimately finished the plate of salad but harry still hadn't came home yet. It was unusual of harry to be this late, Draco thought. And just for reassurance when it was finally 10:45, Draco decided to call Ron and Hermione to check if perhaps was at their for dinner that harry might've forgotten to mention this morning but upon calling them, he heard they gave no such invitation and Hermione rambling on behind how they should do the dinner again and maybe go to a new place but Ron had confirmed Draco that Harry left the office pretty soon and nowhere later than 8:30 and wasn't at their place. Reluctantly Draco cut the call ensuring them that everything was fine, when it wasn't.

One by one Draco called everyone on the phone list, the speedial, the people from the pub around the corner, rang the neighbours, called molly too, and for heaven's sake even Ms. McGonagall just in case Harry had managed to reach her out but upon calling almost 15 people at ungodly hour for just a five minute information, he didn't receive any whereabouts of harry because nobody had seen him and told him the same sentence over and over that Harry would come back and Draco had nothing to worry about but that was it, wasn't it, he couldn't help but worry about where Harry had gone.

His mind played the evil card once the clock went beyond 11 and imagined all the worst case scenarios of harry being abducted, fainted on the way that nobody knew of or perhaps harry got lost, or whatever the worst that could happen to him and draco couldn't help but panic and be extremely worried about Harry's whereabouts. He sat alone on the couch, his legs bouncing up and down chewing his fingernails in panic as anxiety washed over Draco like the water at the beach over sand. He remained seated there till the clock stroke 11:20 and just as it went to minute 21, Draco stood up abruptly and paced across the room, opening and closing the door and checking if harry had returned but no matter what he did, nothing offered him peace and that he was nowhere to be seen or heard. He started talking to himself loudly, consoling himself that Harry is absolutely fine and nothing had happened and that he probably just got stuck traveling back in a Muggle transport after all London was a busy City but no matter what he tried he couldn't help but worry more minute by minute. He was just at his last straw almost wanting to burst out and look for Harry himself when the doorknob jingled and harry walked Just Before midnight and stopped dead in his movements and stared at Draco standing in the middle of the living room.

" where the hell have you been ?" Draco snapped loudly knowing he was angry at harry but he couldn't deny the flood of relief that ran through him when and instantly hugged harry almost knocking them both our of the apartment and started crying in his neck.

Stunned by Draco's reaction, he soothed down and tightly wrapped his arms around immediately understanding how he had worried Draco " I'm sorry Draco- I didn't mean to worry you so much "

" well yeah that fixes everything " he sarcastically responded yet didn't release harry even a little bit.

" Draco, I love you but we're at the door " harry smiled

" I don't care " Draco weeped.

Harry sighed lightly and started pushing Draco backward little by little so they could just be inside enough to close the door.

" I had been worried sick about you, you could have just given me a call or owled me or sent a damn mail but you had to be out without telling me. I - I thought- something happened-"

" no- Merlin Draco, no " he sighed as he pushed Draco behind so he could see his face and this time Draco let him.

Harry cupped his face " Its alright, I'm here and I'm so sorry about this. I just- I never wanted you to worry "

" then where were you ? You could've told me instead of all this " Draco whispered.

Harry noticed a dry tear over cheeks and in a sweet moment, he kissed it away then looked at him fondly to realise how much Draco really cared for him and then he said " let me show you something "

Harry took Draco by hands and disapparted to where he had been all evening.

" okay- before you say anything or do, Just know that it's all for good intentions. I wanted to brighten the place up and I know we love our apartment but I know how much you love the big houses, so, I tidied up Grimmauld place " harry explained as he pushed open the door.

" you had been here all this time ?" Draco as he followed behind Harry and into the hallway.

" well yeah but there's more to it. I only started cleaning up this place and I only managed to clean the attic yet, apparently kreacher wasn't very helpful. And I wanted to show you this once it was ready but I think if I don't tell you now, you'd be more worried " harry told.

" tell me what ? Gotta be honest harry, you're scaring me a little bit " Draco said as they walked through the kitchen door and to the backyard and harry disappeared.

" harry ?" Draco called out as soon as he lost sight of harry

" just a second " harry muttered from somewhere and Just then a bunch of scattered lights turned on and harry shone in golden and silver lights from above him.

" harry " Draco muttered as he looked above him, completely awestruck..

" I- know how much you loved those tree house's from the movies and you told me you wished you had one too but since we're obviously too old to be fit into these, but I made one for us and I know we haven't heard from the adoption agency yet but I want that kid to have everything we couldn't have and even everything better. I wanted to show you this after we had heard back from them because I didn't wanted you to get hurt if we get put on hold for long but- I- I think there's no time better. I know I should've waited but ever since we applied I couldn't stop thinking, so I came here almost every night and made this. It's still in progress and it still needs a lot of work but this is a start and I know it would no where be around perfect but it'll be ours- and- I think that's what matters, right ?" Harry hopefully waited for a response but Draco was left speechless, he only suited with staring at harry with such fondness that he perhaps might've never seem him with but just the thought of harry doing this made his heart swell too much that he was worried he'd get a cardiac arrest.

" Draco- say somet-"

" I love you "

Harry's eyebrows spiked up in surprise until his face turned soft and into a grin.

" i don't think I've ever loved you more " Draco said with a small smile and approaching harry.

" well-"

" shush-" Draco placed a finger in his lip with a mischievous smile until he put his hands on Harry's neck and kissed him over the lips softly, showing him in that kiss that he meant the entire world to him, that there was nothing better than this, than them, that how much he loved Harry that he couldn't stop even if wanted to.

" wow " harry chuckled when they separated just as a small joke he could erupt.

Draco rolled his eyes but nonetheless pressed his forehead against Harry's " this is beyond perfect, and that's-because it's ours "

Harry smiled wrapped his arms Draco's torso and pulling him closer if it were anymore possible.

" you could've told me though, I would've loved to help you " Draco said after a while of just having pressed their foreheads together and staring into others eyes.

"I wanted it to be surprise but there's plenty left to do, you can still help " harry shrugged as he turned to the side to watch the tree house.

Draco leaned his head over Harry's shoulder, his arm circling his back " I'd love to "

And harry placed a soft kiss on top of Draco's head, wrapping his arms around the other.

"you'll be a good dad, harry " Draco said after a while, watching harry fondly, his head still on his shoulder.

" so would you. We'll give him or her everything " harry smiled gazing into Draco's eyes.

" everything " Draco said in a faint Whisper only for the words to be delivered just to harry until the wind took it away and they remained there watching the tree house, In each other's presence when there awaited an unnoticed letter in their mailbox from the said agency, but everything could wait, just for this moment, where there was love and nothing else.

My apologies for not having been focused on day prompts in a while but I will try to keep up while working on " Da Capo "

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Tetsuro Kuroo: NSFW Alphabet

Since I got at least THREE separate requests for this as a part of my 200 event (and I’m literally 1 away from 300???? how???), I’ve decided to add these gems as an XXXtra Special (laugh with me) piece to celebrate! Thank you SO much for following and enjoying my work! ❤️You can find the full alphabet prompt list here. Creds to @fairy-tail-babes​ for creating it! 

𝔄 = 𝔄𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢

He’s the sweetest after he’s gone particularly hard on you. He loves to baby you, telling you how good you were for him. He also won’t let you go anywhere by yourself- he insists on carrying you wherever you want to go in the house. He also always has your favorite food or snack ready to go, and always lets you pick the movie.

𝔅 = 𝔅𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱

He fixates on the faces you make. Particularly the look in your eyes. Your expression tells him how he’s making you feel, and he’s an expert at reading you. He likes to stare into your eyes while you have sex, and always encourages you to keep your eyes open and look back at him.

ℭ = ℭ𝔲𝔪

Oh he likes to cum in your mouth- no, he LOVES it. Kuroo has an oral fixation, so he likes to see himself drip onto your tongue as he towers over you while you’re on your knees.

𝔇 = 𝔇𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶 𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱

He hasn’t gotten it done because he’s scared you won’t like it, but he’s seriously considered getting his dick pierced. He doesn’t want to bring it up because he’s thorouhgly convinced you’d hate it.

𝔈 = 𝔈𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢

He knows a lot. Not necesarily from his OWN experience, but simply because he’s a smarty pants. He will literally research things you bring up, finding the best products or methods to make your experience the most pleasurable possible.  this is the one good thing abiut him being a fckn nerd...

𝔉 = 𝔉𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔓𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

I truly don’t think he has one! He likes anything that makes him look strong/sexy and that’s everything.... have you seen his abs/arms/back?!?! But I will say he is a VERY visual lover, so he does enjoy positioning you in front of a mirror and having the both of you watch him take you.

𝔊 = 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔣𝔶

He laughs at you struggling against him. He thinks its funny that you think you stand a chance against him, when you both know you’re completely at his mercy.

ℌ = ℌ𝔞𝔦𝔯

He’s pretty well groomed. The carpet definitely matches the drapes. He doesn’t shave, but instead he opts to trim every once in awhile when he feels like its a little overgrown. But what’s important is that its clean. He’s very particular about that.

ℑ = ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔶

There are cute moments with Kuroo where he totally breaks out of the dom role he plays so well. Times where he’s actually very soft with you, and will just pause to say “wow, you are really the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

excuse me while I cry about it 

𝔍 = 𝔍𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔒𝔣𝔣

HE SENDS YOU VIDEOS WHEN HE DOES! The sneaky fuck will do so in his office or car, and send you the video like “thinking of you. <3″ He always cuts the video off right before he cums though, or even worse, he’ll angle the camera up to his face so you can watch his eyes flutter closed- then he’ll look directly into the camera and wink, knowing he denied you of EXACTLY what you wanted to see.

𝔎 = 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨

Ok so I’m gonna list a few and just... let you do what you will with them 👀:

CORRUPTION

Praise (giving)

Brat Taming/Degradation/Light exhibitionism (these all go hand in hand)

We ALL know he has a daddy kink too come on

𝔏 = 𝔏𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

He’ll have you wherever he can for a quickie, but the real fun is always in your home. Obviously your bedroom, but Kuroo is also very fond of shower sex, especially early in the morning. For him, its better than coffee at waking him up. 

𝔐 = 𝔐𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

He loves to hear you beg for him. Knowing he’s the only one you call out for in that way drives him wild. He also likes to see you make a mess on his cock, its his reassurance that he makes you feel just that good.

𝔑 = 𝔑𝔬!

Kuroo is posessive, so there’s no way he’s allowing anyone else into your sex life. He might joke about showing his friends your sextapes, but in reality, he would probably murder anyone who looked at you like that besides him.

𝔒 = 𝔒𝔯𝔞𝔩

Loves to give and loves to receive. Prefers to recieve though, because he likes watching you get really into sucking him off. Also likes to fuck your face.

𝔓 = 𝔓𝔞𝔠𝔢

This is a toss up. It really does depend on his mood. He loves to tease though, so this fucker likes a good, lingering slow burn when he’s fucking you on a normal day. He’ll alternate between slow/shallow and slow/deep, just until you’re absolutely begging him. then he’ll pick it up and start pounding into you. However, if he’s had a particularly stressful day, he will take it out on you in the bedroom... not that you mind. 

𝔔 = 𝔔𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔢

He uses them as foreplay. He’ll bend you over his office deck and get you craving him, but he’ll thrust so shallowly that you’re grinding against him for more- only for him to bring a hand to your ass and then whisper “When we get home, you’re all mine.” Which in turn only makes you want him more.

ℜ = ℜ𝔦𝔰𝔨

He’s definitely someone who is down  to experiment. He wants to try just about anything you bring up, so that he knows what makes you feel good, and more importantly, what makes you tick. For him, understanding what you like is like understanding your deepest thoughts. 

𝔖 = 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞

He can definitely go rounds. He takes ‘all night’ literally, and will not be finished until he knows you are ABSOLUTELY fucked out and can’t take it anymore. Even then, he’ll give you maybe 30 minutes to recover ??? if he’s being nice that night. But then he’s just right back in your guts like nothing happened. 

𝔗 = 𝔗𝔬𝔶

Yes. He got you a special toy that was basically a silicone mold of HIS dick for when you’re not together... a true king.

𝔘 = 𝔘𝔫𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯

Of course Kuroo is a tease. It’s his life blood. He’s naturally someone who likes to get a rise out of people to push them to be better- and you’re no exception. He always likes to put you in ‘compromising’ positions around his friends and then play it off like you’re the instigator.

“Oh y/n I know you want it right now, but baby, everyone is here- we must wait until we’re home okay?”

What a JERK iloveitplease

𝔙 = 𝔙𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢

Oh. My. God. So, he doesn’t necesarily moan a lot, but when he does, he tries his hardest to muffle them by breathing in sharply, or catching them in his throat. But he is someone who grunts and swears a lot. And yes 300% to dirty talk and pet names. Chibi-Chan is undeniably canon.

𝔚 = 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔡 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔡

He has the MOST FIRE sex playlist. I just know it. He has such a wide taste in music, so he can set the mood at any time just right. Its always playing “on accident” the moment you two are together- Kuroo calls it a sign.

𝔛 = 𝔛 ℜ𝔞𝔶

This took me like 30 minutes to fully fantasize about and explain 

KUROO HAS A PRETTY DICK HE IS A PRETTY DICK CLUB CARDHOLDER. It’s not super thick, but it’s long. I’d actually say he’s a realistic 8incher. Please kill me with it. He’s also definitely a shower- so what he has is only enhanced when he’s hard. His dick also flushes against the fabric of whatever pants/shorts he wears, so you’re constantly caught staring, not that he minds- he loves the attention, and the thought of always being on your mind.

𝔜= 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

I would say he has a relatively normal to high sex drive- When he wants you, he wants you, and he won’t leave it alone until he gets you. He’s definitely the type to remind you how much he wants you all day long in an effort to rush you home from your errands or workday. He’s very good at making it known that he’s in the mood for you and you only

ℨ = ℨ𝔷𝔷

Kuroo... Doesn’t sleep at all? I see him as a night owl anyway, so he’s never really tired. He would honestly rather just admire you as you sleep. That’s how he knows he did a good job.

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Of potions and myths - Chapter 4

William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader

Word count 3,6k

Warnings: Some insecurities, some angst, a lot of talking

A/N: We finally meet the elders and start to get into the bottom of what is happening. Basically a lot of talking happens. 

Chapter 3 - Chapter 5

Six new people step inside Pope’s living room, making it feel very crowded. You watch them silently as they approach you, the hand on your hip tightening as the room settles. The connection feels frantic now, bouncing between your bodies as it tries to make sense of your emotions. He’s nervous, just like you are, you realize as you catalogue them. It feels daunting to come to this conclusion about the man who has kept a level head so far and has been a rock of calmness for you.   

“Hmm… I sense a power in this room.” One of the elders speaks in a low tone. He steps closer to you, cocking his head to the side as his honey-brown eyes search for your soul inside. You refuse to back down, no matter how scared you are, and face him. 

Will grips you tighter, his own eyes flashing to red quickly as the man comes closer and closer, until you are practically nose to nose. A warning growl rumbles out of his chest, but the elder only chuckles in response. He raises a hand to place it on Will’s shoulder and it looks like the Captain barely keeps himself in check and doesn’t bite the offending weight off. 

“Calm down, William. I mean your mate no harm.”

Mate? What mate? 

“What do you mean, mate?” Will asks, echoing your thoughts. The elder chuckles again before stepping back a little, releasing his hand on Will’s shoulder, and you can see the tension in his back muscles ease minutely. It’s still there, brimming under the surface, but now that the man has backed up, it’s easier to breathe.

From the corner of your eye, you see Pope, Frankie and Benny move closer to you, flanking your sides in support. This time Will doesn’t growl when Benny brushes your shoulder quickly with his own and you file the information for later investigation.

“I can feel the mating bond between you two. It’s very unusual that it’s even here, the bond hasn’t been recorded in centuries.” He muses and the others murmur something amongst themselves. They seem to converse in broken words and sentences, leaving you and Will and his brothers out of it.   

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow,” You finally pipe up, growing more confused by the minute. Another elder steps forward and gestures for all to sit. “My apologies, my child. You are not one of us and this is something many of us have forgotten also since it’s been buried for so long.” She has a sweet voice, soft and calming. You feel somewhat better as she takes the lead.  

“Please sit down. I will answer any questions you have, if you answer ours in return.” 

You follow her words, pulling Will with you to the loveseat. Benny takes the armrest closest to you and Frankie the other, Pope choosing to remain standing behind you. Despite any worries or hesitations they might have of you, they will stand by their brother it seems and it warms you from inside out. 

“Many centuries ago, the bond was a way of finding out the most compatible companion. A mate.” She begins.

”An unmated wolf would feel a pull, a connection, with the one best suited for them. The connection would grow over time, sometimes manifesting in the physical appearance of colored tendrils until a bond was fully formed. Mated couples often reported being able to feel extreme emotions from one another and if and when the other half of a mated pair died, the other never took another.”

So far you can tick off every box from the list. You chance a look at Will, but he’s looking intently at the elder speaking. As the crowd remains silent, she continues. 

“But as the bond was so rare in the first place, it slowly became rarer and rarer as time went on and wolves stopped looking for the clues, finding alternative means of securing a partner. I think the last recorded bond between two people is over 300 years old. And it’s never been recorded between creatures either.”

She glances in your direction, her eyes knowing something that you don’t. You cock an eyebrow at her choice of words, but choose not to comment. Will also remains silent, not divulging your status which you are grateful of as the elder continues. 

“The only thing that remains is that once a wolf has a partner, a mate, it is for life. Santiago, you are familiar with the wows of our clan when someone chooses a partner. Tenebo te in corde meo usque in sempiternum. Tu solus. The bond is where they originate from.” (I will hold you forever in my heart. Only you.)

You recognize the words to be Latin, though some of the meaning is lost on you. Judging by the sharp intakes of breaths from all the men around you, they are valued highly. 

The elder isn’t finished yet though. Her eyes slowly turn yellow as she regards you. “How did this originate? How long have you felt this between you?” She asks gently.

“We met last night,” You tell her and witness several raised eyebrows as the timeframe registers. “He saved me from an, let’s call it an unfortunate event, and when we spoke outside, I started to feel this pull towards him. It’s hard to resist it and it grows as we become closer.” 

“Closer?” 

“For example, when we touch, skin on skin, there are these golden and silver tendrils all over our bodies.” 

To demonstrate, Will traces your forearm with his finger and everyone in the room watches as a silver line appears, followed by a golden one. They dance and glow on your skin before disappearing after he lifts his finger off, fading away slowly. “The longer and more, uh, intimate the touch, the more vibrant the colors are. And the longer they stay visible.”

Pope coughs behind you and Frankie snickers at the words, but a sharp look from Will shuts both men up quickly. The elders seem nonplussed at the information, almost as if they were expecting it, and the man who previously studied you leans forward. 

He starts firing off questions, about the intensity of the colors, the pattern and how long the tendrils stay on the skin after the touch ends and if you have any other symptoms. You and Will both try to answer as best as you can, with Benny piping up when it comes to the length of time but a lot of it is still shrouded in mystery.

It feels almost like an inquisition as the rest of the elders join in on the questions. You lose track of how many you answer and you can feel Will feel the same, the irritation running off him in waves. You talk about your past, your studies and your work, the emotions that have transferred over, how it affects you when the emotions hit you. You describe the dizziness, the magnetic pull, the happiness in the hum as you are close.

Will talks about his desire to protect, the warmth of the tendrils as they move on his body and the hunger that makes his wolf crawl and pounce in his chest, wanting to be let loose. He describes the anger he felt at the pub when he understood what would happen and the physical pull he felt to stay outside of your door and the worry he felt as your knees buckled when the wave of his emotions hit you. 

When they are finally out of questions, you feel like slumping back to the couch in exhaustion. It’s almost like you’ve just ran a marathon and recited your entire dissertation at the same time. Benny hands you a bottle of water from the kitchen which you chug down eagerly, your throat parched. From the corner of your eye, you see Will do the same, emptying half of the bottle in a few gulps. 

But there is something inside you, a question that burns in your mind that is begging to be let out. You turn towards the woman. “You spoke of the bond being between two wolves. But I am not a wolf, nor is anyone in my family. Actually, I’m nothing at all, just a mundane. Why has the bond decided to connect us?” Beside you, Will lets out a huff of disapproval, clearly disagreeing with your notion that you are nothing, but you ignore it now. You can grapple over details later. 

“It’s a very good question, my child. But clearly the bond knows more than what we do now. The connection has always been rare and not all wolves experience it. So it’s not to say other creatures, or even mundanes such as you, experience it too but in a very rare form.” She looks at her peers, something flashing in her eyes before continuing hesitantly.

“Maybe…”

Will intejects quickly. “Maybe what?”

“Maybe you need to try and complete the bond to see what happens. If it takes or if it was only a false alarm.” She offers finally, after a long moment of silence. You feel like the wind is knocked out of you. It sounds very ominous and there is even a chance that all this is for nothing? Your shock must show in your face, because she is hasty to continue. 

“We are walking on uncharted territory here, so we don’t exactly know what is going to come once the attempt to complete the bond is made. So I would advise you to think carefully if you want to proceed with this. Once the decision is made, you would complete it here, within our pack grounds for safety.”

You mull over her words, trying to organize your thoughts. You feel Will reach out to you, surely with questions of his own but your next one slips out before you can fully comprehend the possible damage they might do.

“And should we want to break this connection?”

Your words hang in the air but it feels like a bomb has gone off. You feel Benny turn to look at you, his eyes burning on your face, and Pope lets out an involuntary sound of protest. The elders all look at you in surprise and you can feel your ears buzzing with static as they register what you just asked. 

You start to open your mouth to explain you only want to know the options available but the body next to you jumping to his feet and stomping out of the house stops that in its tracks. You all watch as the broad shoulders disappear outside the house and a door slams in its wake.

You wince and hunch your own shoulders forward as you wish you’d stayed silent, maybe bought in your stones to help. You could really use a little extra now that the three men turn to look at you with disapproval. 

Will doesn’t look at anyone as he rushes out, feeling the tightness in his chest spread rapidly. He can hardly breathe properly and as he leans over the terrace railing, he can feel the agitation of his wolf as the animal weeps and howls inside him. 

He doesn’t see it but he knows that his eyes are flashing rapidly and he can feel the need to shift, to run and be alone in the woods. It itches under his skin, clawing out to change skin into fur and fingers into paws. He paces the porch, opening and closing his fists to stop himself from shifting in broad daylight.  

Is he alone with his thoughts, his dreams, his hopes? Surely he must, because you can so easily ask about breaking the bond. Like this isn’t it for you like it is for him. 

He knows it’s crazy to feel this way, to want something so big and grand after such a short time. He can’t help himself though and his wolf agrees; he’s fallen in love and he’s not going to change his mind. 

It feels so different compared to all the times he’s had a girlfriend. Even the one time he had a fiancée, someone he thought he was ready to commit to, even then it didn’t feel like this. The burst of warmth he feels whenever you look at him, the undeniable pull he has when you aren’t touching each other and the mere idea that you don’t want this leaving a gaping wound on his heart. It has taken over him completely and he has willingly surrendered to it.

He thinks about his former lover, wincing at the final memory in the parking lot of Publix after the altercation, trying to find differences between that relationship and what is budding here. 

Had the bond been there even then? Was that the reason his fiancée left, why he couldn’t calm himself down in her presence? Why she had to jump on his back and still it wasn’t enough to break his grip? Was he not damaged goods and a complete failure in love after all? Or worse yet, was he because it seemed so easy for you to talk about breaking the connection?   

A soft tap on his shoulder makes him whirl around and face Frankie, who looks sheepish at being sent over to check on him. 

“You good?” The other man winces when the words leave his lips, he can clearly tell from the agitated look Will is sporting that the blond man is definitely not good. He just shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck, gazing off somewhere behind Frankie’s shoulder. Slowly Will gathers his thoughts, using the skills taught to him to place all his worries into tiny little compartments in his mind. He lets out a breath and counts them for later, before turning to his brother. 

“Not really. Did the elders give out the instructions to break the bond yet?” 

He sounds defeated even to his own ears but there’s nothing to be done about it now. Despite the want and need and desire to go all the way, whatever the completion of the bond means, if you won’t do it, neither will he. He won’t force it, never can and never will, and he will respect your decision. 

“No. The elders are talking with one another now, gathering all the needed information so you can talk with your mate and make a choice. You know the question needed to be asked, deep down.”

“Yeah.” Frankie is right, Will admits to himself. The logical side of him wins out, but the sting of rejection is still there. 

“At this point we don’t even know what it will take for you to try and complete it. But you acting like this, all out of character, doesn’t do any good. Your mate is just as distressed as you are about this, possibly even more considering this is all so new and unexpected, and I can smell the conflicted emotions on both of you. Find out the options, talk it out, make a decision together. It’s the only way any of this can work.”  

“Mmmmm.”

“You know I’m right, hermano.”

“Don’t let it go to your head, Fish, it won’t do you any good.” Will smirks as he claps his brother on the back and the other man only grins wolfishly in return before guiding them back in. 

You sit and wait quietly inside, shoulders tight, mulling over your own thoughts. You wish you were with your books in your tiny cupboard of an office back at the museum, helping the elders figure it all out but you suspect that something this intimate would’ve been recorded into writing. 

What does it take to complete a bond? You shift through your mind, trying to think of bonding spells but most of the ones you know only bind two inanimate objects to one another or help with the natural bond created in nature. Nothing about two humans, mythicals or not, connecting on a level deeper than normal. .

But would you want to break it or complete it? That is the million dollar question. Both surely have their risks but ultimately it is about if you want him in your life and if he has those same feelings. And your feelings are all jumbled up and you can’t help but to wonder if they are real or a byproduct of the connection.

As the two men return to the room and take their places, it feels icy cold when Will doesn’t touch you, choosing to sit as far as possible from you. You want to reach out, explain yourself and your thoughts, talk to him freely but he refuses to glance at you, keeping his head high and aimed forward. You are resigned back to silence as you wait for the elders to return with more news. 

The only sound is the ticking clock on the wall as all of you are wrapped in your minds. It ticks forwards slowly but surely and as the hour chimes a change, one of the elders return into the room. He isn’t the one from before, but a short and stocky man with a gentle expression on his face and keen eyes, something that distantly reminds you of Pope. He faces your group huddled in the loveseat and behind it. 

“May I speak to William and his mate alone?” He asks, aiming his words to Will’s brothers. They all nod and vacate the room with touches of support for him. Benny twists his body to hug Will, his eyes flashing blue again. He gives you a look, something that is hard to decipher, as he mumbles something into the older man’s ear before releasing him. 

You both want to know what he said but also not. It can’t have been too good if his eyes changed. You have come to the conclusion the shift in color is triggered by something, maybe emotional triggers or more. Yet another thing you don’t understand yet, you think dejected. 

Once the room is empty, the man sits in the armchair. He seems to ponder his words carefully, trying to decide the best course of action and you wait, holding your breath. The silence grates your nerves. If only you had your stones with you, but you hadn’t thought to pick them up. Usually you didn’t need them unless there was a special occasion and the whirlwind of the morning had swept you away. So you can only mumble out a small calming spell and hope for a placebo effect.

“We have a tentative idea of what the completion of the bond is. There are some details that are missing, but we are in talks with the other packs to fill them out. We also have an idea on how to proceed should you want to break it. But I must warn you, going down that road will be complicated and painful as it requires separating your souls and making sure they never reach out to one another again.”

The elder pauses, his eyes turning calculating. He looks at Will first and the man faces him head-on, the soldier inside him coming to life as he shuts down his emotions. His jaw is tight and his shoulders set, the air around him still. 

You watch the transformation and when it clicks, it chills you to the bone. You are no longer in the presence of Will, but with Captain William Miller of the Delta Force. A man or wolf no more, but a war machine, with a single thought in his mind; to complete the mission. There are no if’s or but’s, he will take the instruction and decision and execute it to perfection. 

The elder turns to look at you, his eyes searching for something in you. Whether he finds it or not, you cannot tell, but the elder breaks the connection after a while and turns away from you.

“To break it, you’ll each drink a potion every night for seven nights and on the eighth, you will perform a ritual to separate your souls from one another. After it is done, you’ll be escorted home and you can never return here. William, you will be escorted home also, but you cannot return to the places you’ve been together. For the rest of your lives, you’ll need to take extreme care not to bump into one another as it will be most painful if you do.”

He pauses as he lets the words sink in, watching with interest as the soldier listening to orders doesn’t flinch but you do, your eyes once again betraying the worry inside you. 

“Should you want to complete it, you would need to make your souls bare and intertwine them to one another. This can be achieved by giving into these urges you feel.”

“Urges?” Will speaks finally, the word coming out clipped and void of emotion. You wince internally, but try to keep your face blank so as to not alarm anyone. If this is going where you think it is going, the next words will confirm your theory that sprung up in your mind as soon as the elder mentioned souls.

“You will need to be intimate with one another. As in have sex. And he will have to bite you as you reach an orgasm. This will bind you to one another for as long as you live.” 

The shock on your face is clearly written as you fully understand the words and the meaning behind them. Wait, what? He’s going to bite you?

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