#Signed..Peri??

[datura-tea]

courier six/ulysses. you agree. reblog 👍🏼

#they are fucking nasty in the divide missile silo #shh peri shhh #signed sealed delivered #we are bound by symmetry

[periwinkle-the-11th]

HOLY SHIT

MY THING FOR REDHEADED MEN STARTED WITH DEX DIZZNEE

NOOO

My type in men is the way it is bc I had a crush on a fictional character when I was 12 😭😭

HE IS THE ROOT OF THIS PROBLEM

ITS HIS FAULT HE SET THE PRECEDENT

#😭😭😭 #stg i learn smth new about myself everyday #peri personal #dex dizznee #kotlc #definitely oversharing here but you fucks signed up for it when we became mutuals and its to late to run now /lhj #<33 love you guys

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

Decided to draw all of my current tavs!!

From left to right:

- Corentin (they/them): wood elf storm sorcerer; resisting durge; romancing Wyll; just got into Act III. They're having A Time. Has the volo eye

- Peregrine "Peri" (he/him): "half-elf" abjuration wizard (he's a changeling but I made his save before I learned about that giant multiverse species mod); romancing Gale. I'm almost done with his save, I just have, like, 3.5 quests to do (including two(?) boss fights). His game will be the first finished one. Does not have the volo eye

- Io (they/she): seldarine drow cleric of Eilistraee; probably going to romance Astarion? Maybe? They're my tav for a shared save and we're not very far yet (haven't even hit the goblin camp) so we'll see lol. I refuse to give her the volo eye

- Candor (he/him): tiefling bard (I cannot for the life of me remember what subclass); just finished the goblin camp; romancing Shadowheart (be bi do crimes etc etc). Has the volo eye

- Balsam (any pronouns): human draconic bloodline sorcerer; my honour mode tav! Not sure how far they're gonna make it...even just the temple ruins have been rough so far. Hasn't even met volo yet

- Diodore "Dora" (she/her): underdark drow oath of ancients paladin; romancing Astarion; just about to hit the last set of fights in Act II. She's a follower of Corellon and would have been a cleric if underdark drow weren't locked into Lolth. Has the volo eye

#i made memes of the original three (peri corentin and dora) that i'll probably post at some point?? #i don't know io and balsam well enough yet to be able to make memes of them but i'll probably knock out a few for candor #peri didnt have white streaks at the beginning of the game...he's only 33 but he fought tiamat three years ago and he's. #not pleased to be in the middle of More Bullshit #candor was raised in the Guild by his father after they had to run from his mother (who wasn't...stoked to find out her son sprouted horns) #dora had to escape the underdark after her father (who also secretly worshipped corellon) was found out and turned into a drider #balsam was raised by a silver dragon after their town abandoned them b/c they were showing signs of sorcery #(turns out that happens sometimes when you set up shop right outside a dragons lair. who knew??) #i'm still figuring out what io's deal is #will keep you posted #bg3 #bg3 art #bg3 tav #digital art #character art #baldurs gate 3 #my art #io dein #diodore #peregrine faulkner #candor del mar #balsam the silver #corentin

[ghostlygeto]

okok here is a taglist !! to be tagged in things i post, starting my next post!!

#peri speaks #if no one signs up im going to delete this btw #going to queue this up a few times too!!

[byersfanclub]

mike wheeler has two buff and masculine figures hung up on his wall, a teenage boy in the 80s has two buff and masculine figures hung up on his wall in the 1980s. no princess leia? no leela or peri brown from doctor who? wonder women? dale arden from flash gordon? brooke shields? cindy crawford? pamela anderson? phoebe cates? no, he has two buff and masculine figures hung up on his wall with a one way street sign pointed at his closet. bffr. that boy is gay. 

#byler

[rosewind2007]

Got to say that the behaviour of Holism* at the end of System Collapse only reinforces my head-canon that the reason Iris said “You’re Peri’s SecUnit” in Network Effect is that ART had a serious case of mentionitis when it got back from the Ganaka Pit adventure and that a sign similar to this was in fact on display in the the argument lounge…

* A message came back: I could help you learn about it, if you’re interested.

ART said, Stop talking to it.

I think it’s just bored, I said.

I don’t give a shit, ART said.

Holism was like ART. (An enormous asshole who thought it was omniscient.)

Also, an enormous asshole which wants to get to know Murderbot rather better…

#murderbot #the murderbot diaries #murderbot diaries #secunit #tmbd #tmbd spoilers #system collapse #perihelion #holism

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 7

While writing The Pirate Planet, Douglas Adams considered that Xanxia could be the Master or the Master's daughter when trying to figure out her motivations.

When he met his Ninth, Tenth, and Twelfth incarnations, the Eighth Doctor was pleased to see them acting as childish as ever.

While excavating Ice Warrior Citadels, Bernice Summerfield had sex with a man named Tim in the egg chamber.

The Second Doctor once saw the musical Hamilton.

Upon meeting the Twelfth Doctor, the Eleventh Doctor thought he was the Master.

Ace has dreamt of being naked and stabbing people before.

The Doctor was friends with Mao Zedong before he rose to power (although he "probably wouldn't listen" to the Doctor after his rise).

Om-Tsor is a drug that the Eighth Doctor once took A LOT of in order to telekinetically stop missiles.

The Second Doctor took Jamie back in time to kill a would-be dictator as a baby as well but was also unable to go through with it.

The Sixth Doctor once commented on his resemblance to Commander Maxil to Peri Brown.

According to the Eighth Doctor, an imminent regeneration feels like "a caterpillar wrapping itself in a chrysalis."

The Eleventh Doctor once said that regenerating in a morgue is something you should only do once.

After receiving word that the Master had died, the Fifth Doctor took Tegan and Turlough to his funeral in the nursing home he had died in. This was a trap, of course, and the Master tried to steal his remaining regenerations. Turlough had to save the Doctor.

As a Time Lord, the Doctor often has flashes of people's futures and could see someone's past when he looks at them.

The Seventh Doctor traveled alone as he got older because he couldn't trust himself with another life.

The role of Sarah Jane Smith was originally cast to April Walker rather than Elisabeth Sladen, but Walker was found to not have chemistry with Pertwee and was thus quietly paid for the contract she had signed on for. Neither Barry Letts nor Sladen ever revealed who the other Sarah Jane was during their lifetimes, and her name was only uncovered by an infotext writer during his research.

The Doctor's psychic potential is so great that even after his final incarnation's death his corpse generated a psychic call for a long time.

In several accounts, the Sixth Doctor killed himself, either after having been convinced to do so by his Seventh self, purposefully piloting the TARDIS into the Rani's tractor beam, sacrificing his chronal energy, etc. Colin Baker finds the exercise bike theory to be very disappointing (so out of respect for him, I do not consider that a possibility).

The Doctor was taught how to perform hypnosis by the Master.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28

#doctor who #dw #dr who #classic who #new who #big finish doctor who #big finish audios #big finish #dw eu #doctor who eu #doctor who expanded universe #eighth doctor #fifth doctor #the master #sixth doctor #tenth doctor #first doctor #eleventh doctor #twelfth doctor #ninth doctor #ace mcshane #bernice summerfield #second doctor #tegan jovanka #vislor turlough #the rani #sarah jane smith #seventh doctor #jamie mccrimmon #the relic

[jedimandalorian]

The Path to Peridea.

Baylan Skoll says that Peridea is from a fairy tale known to Jedi younglings, a children’s story, but in reality Baylan says this to remind us that Star Wars is exactly just that, a fairy tale, a children’s story.

What does “Peridea” mean?

peri: (in Persian mythology) a mythical superhuman being, originally represented as evil but subsequently as a good or graceful genie or fairy.

ASTRONOMY

peri: denoting the point nearest to a specified celestial body.

from Greek peri ‘about, around’.

dea: Latin for “goddess”

The descent into the underworld is one stage of the hero’s and the heroine’s journey.

As @better-call-mau1 pointed out, the Path to Peridea sounds a lot like the “path to perdition.”

perdition: (in Christian theology) a state of eternal punishment and damnation into which a sinful and unpenitent person passes after death.

Perhaps this is where Thrawn is, in a kind of hell.

But as in the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, a brave lover is willing to descend into Hades to rescue the beloved. This is Sabine Wren’s mission to find Ezra Bridger.

There’s another meaning to “Peridea” though.

It is a genus of moths from the family Notodontidae.

The moth in The Lord of the Rings films brought Gandalf the Grey hope when he was imprisoned in the Tower of Orthanc. When the moth appeared, it was a sign that Gandalf would soon be rescued by the giant eagles, which are used as symbols of divine intervention in Tolkien’s fiction.

Please note that the letters on the star-map to Peridea resemble the Viking runes Tolkien used in The Hobbit. Both The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings are stories of a hero’s journey filled with danger and wonder. The brave protagonists have to go “there and back again” just as Sabine will in the Ahsoka series.

I think that Baylan Skoll reminding us that Star Wars is a children’s story is significant. Consider this quote from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J. K. Rowling.

“Of house-elves and children’s tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.”

In all the great fairy tales, the love and loyalty of the protagonist is the key to the triumph of good over evil.

Although she isn’t strong in the Force, Sabine Wren’s love for and loyalty to Ezra Bridger will strengthen her resolve on her road of trials along the Path to Peridea. With Ahsoka the Grey by her side, Sabine is ready to leave the comfort of Lothal (her Shire) and go to Peridea to save the man she loves.

Update, post Ahsoka Episode 6:

Here’s Huyang reminding us that this is indeed a fairy tale, a children’s story.

And here’s Thrawn, showing us how the villain “knows and understands nothing.”

“You wouldn't understand,” says Sabine.

“Perhaps not,” Thrawn responds.

What he doesn’t understand is love. The love and devotion that Sabine and Ezra have for each other is the power the dark lord knows not, and it will be his undoing.

I have spoken.

#sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars #ahsoka series #sabezra #star wars rebels #ezrabine #Peridea #baylan skoll #j r r tolkien #lotr #the hobbit #j k rowling #Harry Potter and the deathly hallows #fairy tales

[barcalover86]

hiii i love ur writing sm 💗💗

could you pls write something about how gavi sprains/breaks his ankle badly during a game bc he gets fouled and is in a lot of pain (write about the moment he gets injured DETAILED) and his gf is the peri medical doctor and has to calm him down on the field and his teammates and coaches are rly worried that it’s a serious injury since he’s such a warrior and never cries like he did after this injury ❤️‍🩹 and she comforts him but is super worried abt him and takes him to the ambulance so that she can take him to the hospital. sry it’s so specific loll

thanks so much have a great rest of your day!!!!!!!!!

End of the season

Part 2

Everything was going fine, Barca was leading, and it was almost the end of the game.

You were gently watching your players run on the side of the field, being really careful if you'd see someone who seemed to have some discomfort so that you could tell Xavi to take them out. You had enough players that were injured, and you didn't need one more. Seven were enough for you to take care of.

Everyone seemed to be just fine, and you relaxed a bit in your chair.

Ferran quickly got your attention, seeing him sign speaking to you.

"5 more minutes" you replied to him, which he nodded thankfully.

Right when you turned your gaze on Gavi, you saw how some player got into him hard, ending with your poor boyfriend's ankle to be left out behind.

The whole stadium started to make noises, and at first, you thought that it wasn't something really serious and just a trick to save some time.

But after seconds have pasted and Gavi was still on the floor, you ran to him with your medical bag to see if he really was okay.

Next to you were two more doctors, and together, you crossed the field the faster you could.

The closer you'd get, the more you realize that he is in a lot of pain.

You got there the first one, asking as calm as you could if it hurts him.

He only nodded, not being able to form some words out of his mouth.

You turned your face to Xavi, who was desperate waiting for an answer.

"It's serious," you said to him, and he signed, putting both of his hands on his face.

When the fans realized that Gavi couldn't finish the game, they started to shout his name out in support.

You turned again facing Gavi now. All cameras were on you.

"Is is bad, y/n?" Pedri asked you and you only sighed. He got his answer by that.

"Could we help you in any way?" Ferran asked you and you shook your head.

"Just let us do our job."

They nodded, leaving you alone with your medical team.

Gavi was moving a lot, trying to ease the pain he was having.

"Stop moving, you'll make it worst."

"We have to get his shoe off. Help me, y/n."

While you undid his shoelaces, you kissed his forehead. He really needed your love in this moment.

The two men took him in their arms, getting him off the field. You were following them with his shoe in your hands.

Everyone now, fans, coaches, players, were clapping giving their support to Gavi.

The game still had to be continued. Five more minutes.

"Y/n, please stay here while we take care of Gavi. If someone else gets injured, just tell Xavi to find me and I'll come quickly."

"Marc, please let her come with me." Gavi begged with tears in his eyes.

He thought for a second.

"Go."

"Thank you!" you replied, running to Gavi.

The game was finished with the victory of Barcelona. The players ran as fast as they could to the medical center.

"Is he ok??"

"It seemed like he broke his ankle."

"I knew it was bad. I've never seen him in that much pain before." Pedri replied and you turned your face on the floor.

"Don't worry, y/n. I know he'll be alright. He is strong." He put his hand on your shoulder, while looking at Gavi who was drinking now some water, laying down on a bed.

"Pedri, I'm certified in sports medicine. It's really, really bad."

When the players heard that, they started to get really worried. He was too young to have serious injuries.

"How long it will take him to come back?"

You thought a bit.

"It depends a lot on his recovery, but what I can tell you surely is that this season for him is over."

"But- is it really that bad?" Balde asked, panicking.

"She literally told us that it is, idiot! Does he know it yet, y/n/n?" (your nickname)

You shook your head.

"I'll tell him after we go to the hospital. We need to do some tests to see if only the ankle is broken and nothing else was hurt during the contact."

They all nodded and left.

You sitted down next to Gavi, smiling at him softly.

"We need to go to the hospital to set some tests, ok?"

"But I don't want to!" he whined like a baby. You knew how much he hated going to hospitals.

"It won't hurt more than it hurts you now."

"That's bad then because now I feel like I better die than feel this way."

You looked at him with sad eyes. . Just then he realized what he just said.

"I take that back."

He takes your hand, wanting to feel you close to him.

"How much do I have to stay home?"

"We don't know it yet, Gavi. We'll talk after we go to the hospital, ok?"

After he was done with the tests, he was allowed to go home.

You talked with the medical team , and you'll explain everything to your boyfriend alone. It was the best decision.

"So?" he replied curious, after looking at his tied ankle.

"It's a lot to say."

"Just start."

You go to seat closer to him and he puts his head on your lap.

"You were fouled pretty badly, and your ankle is broken. Luckily, nothing else is injured. You have to rest for two weeks at home, and then you'll have to do recovery sessions for about 2 months."

"So that means that I still can play until the season is over, right? I'll have 3 more months."

"Well, um, no." he raised his eyebrows. "You'll have then another 2 weeks of to rest. Then you'll start playing football again, but alone and slowly. And just then you'll go to train with the team. But you won't play this season because you really need to recover properly."

He looks at you sad.

"But what about playing for the national team? Can I go there?"

"We'll see how you recover." You kiss his nose. "But we can spend more time together. I'll have to take care of you." you smiled at how his face began more happier.

"That's the best news for today."

You kissed his lips, hugging him.

"I'm sure you'll come back stronger, Gavi. I'll make sure of it. I'll prepare you to be in the best shape possible!"

He hugs you back tightly.

"I want cuddles because I feel like crying, y/n/n."

#fc barca #fc barcelona #football #pablo gavi #pablo gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #gavi #gavi imagine #gavi x reader #gavi x yn #gavi x you #pablo gavi imagine #pablo x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #gavi fluff #gavi fanfic #pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi fanfic

[datura-tea]

ANYWAY this is ulysses meeting the courier:

#shh peri shhh #signed sealed delivered #we are bound by symmetry

[scarerjh]

Peri-menopause/Post Apocalypse

Joel Miller x f!You One Shot.

Summary: You’re on patrol with Joel (ooh I rhymed), get stuck in a cabin until morning, a little bit of body warmth trope, a little bit of one bed (cabin) trope, with a sprinkling of idiots in love. Also S.M.U.T.

You were on holiday when it happened, in a foreign country celebrating your twenty tenth birthday that had been in the February. Now it was about 6 weeks until your twenty thirtieth birthday and you were hauled back into your memories as you trotted behind Joel quietly as you did the late patrol.

You had survived 20 years of an apocalypse, and in a foreign country. The first of your five friends on holiday with you hadn’t even survived outbreak day, you’d had to dispatch her yourself, your other friends never looked at you the same after that, and you didn’t feel the same. You had a few memories that made you smile though too, you almost chuckle thinking about Alice as you looted the shops to get what you needed before trying to head out of Austin, the first city on your planned road trip. Alice had picked up boxes of condoms saying, “you never know,”. “I’m pretty sure an apocalypse is contraception enough right now,” you had retorted.

Like many around you in Jackson, including the stoic man in front of you, you’d done things you never thought yourself capable of to survive; you carried the guilt of being the only survivor amongst your friends, and carried the sorrow of not even knowing if your family was alive, and you weren’t sure you would come to terms with never knowing. Without evidence there was always hope…and hope fucking hurts.

You’d been in Jackson for about four years, your skills as a medic being a huge bartering tool to get them to let you stay. Somehow, you’d managed to carve out a life, and for being in an apocalypse, things were peaceful when not on patrol. In Winter, days like today, patrol was usually quiet too.

 The snow started falling and at first it was pretty despite there already being more than enough on the ground. Within the hour a snowstorm seemed to be settling in, so you sped up, needing to get to the checkpoint and return to Jackson ASAP.

At the cabin you signed the book for the two of you as Joel checked everything was secure, it was a basic little place and would often require ongoing repairs, especially in Winter, despite this, it was still a shock when you heard the crash of wood and a gruff curse. To your right Joel stood covered in a new dust of snow, the door to the cabin at his feet.

You both tried your best to make the cabin secure with what basic tools were available, but it was rotten, and the top hinge was completely unusable.

Joel stood with his hands on his hips surveying the door and caught you bouncing on your toes blowing on your cold fingers.

“Okay, we’ll make ourselves a fire and set in for the night until the mornin’ patrol come,”

“Shit, it’s going to be freezing,”

“We’ll be alright, I’ll build a fire, you grab any blankets you can find. We’ll make do,”

You were never averse to spending time with Joel, but you were averse to returning to Jackson with fewer toes than you left with. Every scrap of fabric in the place was hunted down and you started building by the fireplace before you set up the stove.

As Joel worked on building the fire you watch his broad back shift, and his big hands handle the logs and kindling. His jeans pulled taut over his backside, showing off its gentle curve.

“I thought you were brewing coffee,” Joel spoke over his shoulder, pulling you away from your leering.

“I am,”

“Well, I ain’t hearin’ it,” his tone was teasing.

“Well, someone needs to hurry up and start the fire so I can use the flint for the stove,” you retorted.

The teasing in your friendship with Joel was a recent development, starting just a few weeks ago, and you liked it, really liked it. Since his arrival in Jackson he had slowly opened up to you as he settled in, and you observed the change keenly, like a lot of other singletons in Jackson. He was slowly getting used to not needing to be on alert all the time, his resting bitch face started to soften around the edges, and he was slowly becoming more sociable. He was still very much a calculated man, but every so often, and increasingly so, his guard was lowered around you, telling you once after a few whiskeys that he felt at ease around you, even safe.

The two of you were similar in some ways, both a little stubborn, both keeping your social circles small, and both too stupid to admit your attraction to the other, assuming it was one sided.

You saw all the single people in Jackson and how they looked at him, you were one of them. He was strong, handsome, and extremely capable, surprisingly soft spoken, and very polite. Every single person in Jackson seemed to want to solve the mystery that was Joel Miller. You think you’re ahead of the curve though, but that has led to unrequited feelings, and though you technically haven’t been rejected, you haven’t been brave enough to even try to blur that line between you. There were younger and prettier people than you in town, and he could have his pick, so why would he pick you?! You were discovering lines on your face, a little weight to your belly. If you weren’t sweating like a nun in a cucumber patch, you were looking like an idiot because you couldn’t think of the right word. You weren’t exactly feeling like a catch.

 Joel was pleased with his work, the door to the cabin barricaded with what furniture was available, a fire starting to take hold, and the bubbling of coffee behind him. He found himself smiling at your sass, it was one of his favourite things about your friendship, well, about you really. He never had any qualms about undertaking any kind of detail with you, but patrol was his favourite. Just the two of you sharing stories from before outbreak day, and plenty of them about days since. Being not too dissimilar in age you remember a lot of the same things. Your silences together were comfortable, you worked well as a team whether you were hunting or fighting. Somehow you made his coffee taste better, and despite hating it, you would sometimes steal a few sips if you were cold. He never failed to be both enamoured and amused as your nose would crinkle as you gasped after swallowing the bitter liquid. Joel thought you were so sweet, but you would never go for someone like him. Since becoming settled and opening himself up to the possibility of as close to a normal life as possible this new world could afford he’d started developing a niggle in his stomach, it started when he met you and has only got worse since. He found his gaze lingering on you, felt a tightness in his chest when you laughed, and a tightness in his jeans when you would strip to your tank top and fan yourself in one of your ‘tropical moments’, a thin film of sweat glistening on your skin that he wanted to lave with his tongue. But you were too kind, too bright, too beautiful to want him. He felt you could see his tainted soul when your bright eyes held his gaze.

“You havin’ some?” Joel offered up his cup of coffee.

“If I get desperate,”

“You don’t know what you’re missin’ darlin’,”

“I know very well what I’m missing,” you wiggled your socked toes near the fire. You spend the next hour idly chatting before making sure the barricade was holding before settling down for the night, zipping your sleeping bags together so your body heat would carry you through the night when the fire died. Sharing a bed or a sleeping bag wasn’t new to either of you so there was no embarrassment as you both got comfortable, ensuring your weapons were in reach before bidding each other goodnight.

Some of your most restful nights outside the walls of Jackson have been laid up against Joel, his warmth and musk lulling you towards sleep; eyelids suddenly heavy and muscles relaxing, sinking into the makeshift bedroll. Your slumber came so quickly you didn’t notice Joel pressing his lips softly to the top of your head.

Joel noticed it was an unsettled night for you, tossing and turning, but you remained asleep, so he just assumed you were uncomfortable. If you weren’t having a nightmare there was no reason for him to wake you. If he did, you’d probably kill him with a spoon.

A thud startled Joel awake, and he felt you curl into him, a small moan rising from you.

“Sssh!” came softly from your lips.

“It wasn’t me,” his voice was dry, and low from sleep. He felt you stiffen in his arms at the thought of an intruder or infected. His arm instinctively pulled you tighter into him as he surveyed the room. There was nothing and no one in the room besides the two of you and he started to relax. “Think your boots just fell over darlin’,”

As you both relaxed your sleep addled brains took a moment to register that Joel’s bare hand laid firmly in the middle of your very bare back. The realisation was almost in unison and you both looked down under the covers. Somehow during the night, you had stripped yourself of everything but your knickers.

“Oh fuck!” you clung onto Joel to try and hide yourself while he oscillated between amused, embarrassed, and turned on.

“The fire ain’t even that warm,” you could hear his amusement in his tone, but couldn’t see the struggle in his face with yours buried in his chest, cheeks burning furiously.

“It’s you!” you thump your fist into his chest.

“Wha…?!”

“You’re like a furnace, I must have started with a hot flush,” you look down at yourself again and Joel’s eyes follow suit, his gaze being met with your cleavage, your breasts pressed tight to his chest. He couldn’t stop the small groan that escaped his chest and his hand curled into a fist at your back. All he could think of was pushing is face into your soft flesh and inhaling your scent.

The sexual sound of his groan, the tight fist at your back lit a fire in you, and your pussy started to throb. You snapped your head up so quickly, trying to get a read on him that you headbutted his chin, his head reeled back as you swore in tandem.

"Oh fuck, Joel! I’m so sorry!” you instinctively rise and cradle his face in your hands surveying the damage. His eyes were watering slightly but he was otherwise unscathed. Having slid up his body Joel was very aware of you pressed against him, thigh almost encased by his own, breasts sitting high on his chest, so close he could probably just about reach their soft swell with the tip of his tongue. You watch Joels’ gaze fall to your cleavage, bounce up to your eyes before focusing on your lips. His warm hands squeeze your hips, and when you speak his name it’s a breathy question, one which he understands immediately, nose brushing against yours.

“Yeah,” he utters before your lips make contact. A shiver of adrenaline ran through you, causing you to inhale deeply through your nose because no way in hell were you letting your lips leave his. A small grunt parts Joel’s lips and you take your opportunity to delve your tongue into his mouth. His hands leave a blazing hot trail up your back as you shift to straddle him under the covers, his hips bucking immediately as your hot core presses against his hardening cock.

“Fuck…wanted you for months,” he spoke with your earlobe perched delicately between his teeth.

“Really?!”

“Yeah, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he looks up at you. “I tried to stop it, tried not to let you in…” he squeezed two handfuls of your backside.

“Let me in?!”

“I…I ain’t…fuck…I tried not to let you in,” his words may fail him, but his actions don’t as he places your palm over his heart as it heaves beneath his ribs. You crash your lips to his once more, kisses becoming feverish and sloppy, both of you fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as you grind against him, whimpering at the feeling of his hard cock caged in his jeans. Forcing you to sit up he pulled his shirt and t-shirt off over his head, both of you erupting in goosebumps as the cold air hits your warm skin.

“Oh shit darlin’, you’re so pretty,” he took the opportunity to gaze upon your bare body, palming your breasts gently, feeling your nipples tickle against his palms. He lowered his head to suck one nipple into his warm and wanting mouth, delighting in the gasp that rises from your throat. In this position his denim covered cock hits your clit just right and you begin riding him like that, slipping your fingers into his soft curls to anchor yourself against him. The undulations of your hips were as frustrating as they were relieving for the ache of his stiff cock.

“Joel…” you whimper as you get closer to your release, your soaked pussy clenching around nothing, the coil in your abdomen about to snap.

“Mmm, that feel good darlin’?”

“Yeah, oh fuck Joel, I’m gonna cum,”

“Cum all over me darlin’, I got you,”

“I want you inside me, want you to fill me up,” you wrap your arms around his neck and speak against his lips as you near your precipice.

“I will baby, I promise, but you gotta cum for me first, ‘kay? Cum for me and I’ll give you anythin’ you want,” He kissed his way along your jaw as you clung to him and your breaths stuttered, he buried his face in your neck laving your skin with his hot tongue as he listened to all of your sweet moans and whimpers in his good ear. You break against him, hips bucking, and a torrent of filth pouring from your lips, punctuated by moans of his name and calls to the almighty as lightening spread through your body.

“Oh fuck Joel,” your hands snake back into his hair and he throws his head into your touch as you gently scratch his scalp. You rest your forehead against his, a stupid, satiated smile plastered on your face.

“Good?” his eyes twinkled and his lips curled.

“Great!” you held his face in your hands and kissed him softly.

“That was so goddamn sexy, seein’ you come undone like that,”

“Let me see you,” you run your hands over the broad expanse of his chest.

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled as he rolled you both over so you were laid on your back. Everything seems to slow for a moment as you look up at him; the light from what’s left of the fire dancing across his strong features. As your fingers wander gently over his brow his eyes close at your delicate touch.

“I can’t believe you want me too,” you air your insecurities, not actually meaning to do so out loud. His eyes spring open, his gaze holding yours as an incredulous look sits on his face.

“Why wouldn’t I want you?!” he asked as though it’s obvious.

“Because I am currently feeling like an aging, sweaty mess. There are so many women in Jackson, younger, perkier, you could have your pick,”

“I think you’re overestimating my appeal,” he chuckles self-effacingly. “Besides…” he dips his head and lowers his voice to a low growl “…I have picked. Why would I want a girl when I want a woman…when I want you,” he punctuates his sentence with a strong roll of his hips. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, I can’t promise I’m gonna last but I wanna be inside you, feel ya squeezin’ me,”

“I want it Joel, I want you inside me. I need to feel you, need you filling me up,”

“Yeah?” he looks up, eyes dark and studious of your features as he unfastens his jeans. You both shift so he can shuck them down enough to free his aching cock.

“Oh fuck, you’re going to feel so good,” you take in the heft of him and lick your lips.

“Think you can take me darlin’?” he asks in a gentle tone, rubbing his length along your soaked folds as he hooks your sodden panties out of the way.

“Yeah, just…slowly,” you give him a little wink. He notches the head of his cock at your entrance and watches for any signs of discomfort as he pushes in achingly slowly. Every ridge and vein of his cock, every adjustment of your soft walls around him was felt keenly. Your back arched into him as he became fully seated within you, his hands ran up to cup your breasts as you moaned in unison. “Fuck, you feel so good,” your hips squirm beneath him.

“Hold on sugar, jus' need a minute,” his twinkling eyes showed a playful warning.

“That’s three terms of endearment and it’s not even dawn,” you tease.

“Would you like me to stop?”

“No! I really like them, they sound so good in your Texan drawl,”

“Well then sugar…darlin’…sweetheart…” he began to plant sweet kisses over your face and neck with each word, finishing on a drawl filled “honey piiee,” as he smiled into the crook of your neck making you giggle, and he gasped as the action made you clench around him. His response was to grind his hips into yours.

“Move for me Joel,” you slid one leg up his side to further open yourself to him.

“I’m not gonna last darlin’,” you saw the worry flash across his features.

“I don’t care, I just want to feel you, want to watch you cum for me,”

“Goddammit.” He lunged forward and pushed his tongue into your mouth as he finally started moving his hips. His grunts, your sighs, the sound of skin on skin, with the wet sound of your pussy taking him was a beautiful, pornographic symphony.

“Oh god, oh god you feel so good, fuck,” you pant into his ear as you hold each other close, sweat slick bodies sliding against each other.

“Ngh! Feel so good sweetheart,”

“Fuck yes, your thick cock is perfect. I want you to cum for me Joel, let me see you,” his hips speed up, balls slapping against your backside and his brow is furrowed in concentration.

“Keep talkin’” he stutters out.

“I’ve got you, cum for me baby, give me that big cock and then paint me. Cum all over me,”

“Yes…yes…” he quickly slipped himself out and fisted his slick cock, thick ropes of cum decorating your stomach as he swore and groaned through his release. He looked wrecked, and so fucking sexy, features slack, dark eyes hooded, a thin film of sweat highlighting all of the curves and divots across his chest and shoulders. He supported himself at arm’s length as he caught his breath, shivering as your fingertips danced across his torso.

“That makes two of us,” he chuckled. “Give me a minute and I’ll get you cleaned up,” he rested his forehead against yours.

“You look incredible,” you sit up and kiss him, wiping the disbelieving look from his face. “You do, so strong, so handsome…so fucked,” you grin.

“No need to worry yourself,” you grab a t-shirt and wipe yourself off.

“Hey! That’s mine,”

“So was the mess,” you both chuckle, then soon he’s laid you down and wrapped himself around you, sighing softly as your fingers play in his hair.

#tlou fanfic #tlou fanfiction #joel tlou #tlou x reader #joel miller drabble #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfict #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #smut #oneshot #joel miller one shot #one bed trope #one cabin trope #huddling for warmth #pinv #joel miller x female reader #tlou smut #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fic #the last of us x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x reader smut

[miraculouswolf99]

Miraculous Dueling Chapter Two

Chapter Two: First Day At The Academy

Adrien was practically vibrating in his seat as his bodyguard took him to his new school. There was nothing else in the entire world that would make him more excited than he was at that very moment. His first day at an actual school. A duel school where he would be able to learn and practice something that he was actually passionate about. 

His father, of course, had not been happy that he had gone behind his back to sign up for the school. But, Adrien doubted that anything ever could make his father happy since he was always looking for improvement in basically everything around him. His father was also not the biggest fan of dueling. He was the owner of a fashion company, after all, not a dueling one. However, Adrien was able to talk him into letting him stay enrolled at the school by bringing up the connection to his mother and how she and Adrien used to duel a lot. So, Gabriel allowed him to stay enrolled to keep the connection to his mother alive. One of the few times that Adrien was able to win any type of argument with his father. Okay, if he was being honest with himself, it was really the literal first time he ever won an argument with his father.

When he arrived at the school, Adrien was very intrigued by how the school actually looked. The exterior of the school is tan with a slate blue cobblestone roof. The building is three stories tall.

The front of the building has eight large arched windows, each slightly inset with a striped design above them. The steps leading up to the entrance door widen as they approach the sidewalk and vice versa towards the entrance. The double entrance doors are dark oak, with gray handles. Above the doors is a white banner with a red outline hanging down. Above the banner are four rectangular windows, a large circular window, and a smaller circular window on each side.

The central portion of the school is an open-air courtyard. The entrance to the courtyard has a diagonal black and white checkerboard pattern, with a slate cream under this design. On either side of the entrance doors are a wooden bench and two chalkboards. Along one side wall of this area is a door leading to a utility room. The nurse's office, which a placard indicates is handicap-accessible, is located along the opposite sidewall.

The courtyard is made up of slate-gray concrete, with white lines painted on to make a basketball court. On either side of the courtyard is a basketball hoop hanging by a white rope. There is also a set of green metal stairs on either side of the courtyard, leading up to the second-floor rooms. Next to the stairs are green support pillars, supporting the platforms above.

Around the perimeter of the courtyard are various rooms, including locker rooms with adjoining bathrooms, and several classrooms, among them a science classroom.

The second floor has a green overhang, cream slate walls, and thin green metal pillars for structural support of the overhang. The platform jutting out from the wall, designed to allow people to get around the second floor, is made of green metal.

The second floor also has the entrances to the various classrooms, including an art studio room. Most of the classrooms have large windows and a birch door. Other rooms have no inward windows and a dark oak door with a window. At the bottom left of the stairs leading to the library is the headmaster's office.

The third floor at the front of the school has only one room, the library. The stairs leading up to the library are a light slate cream, with a slate orange and light brown banister. Just underneath the slight overhang of the banister are small white stone rectangles, positioned evenly throughout. Just at the apex of the two stairs is a stone design of a fleur-de-lis, with a downward-facing bow and flowers within the bow. The doors to the library are dark oak, with large windows and no discernible handles.

The third floor along the school's rear perimeter houses the cafeteria. Access to the cafeteria was shown to be via stairs from the first-floor courtyard.

Adrien was glad that Natalie had given him a map of the school. Otherwise, he would just have been completely lost. And by the look of the school, it certainly was big enough for it to be a duel school.

Now, the only problem that Adrien had was making friends since he knew no one around him. He reached into his bag and held his deck in its deck case. It comforted him. He knew that he was a good duelist, but it was more the memories of dueling with his mother that actually comforted him.

Adrien walked into the school as nervous as ever. He could already see a lot of students that were already there, just hanging out before class started. He kept his head down so that he was not mobbed by fans. He was not there for attention, he was there just to be a student.

Looking around, he was glad that no one had seemed to notice him yet. It gave him the chance to look around a bit before he would go to class. And he definitely noticed the wide range of people around. There was a blond girl, with two long ponytails, that was dressed almost like she had turned the sky into a dress with it being a blue dress covered in cloud designs. She was talking with a black-haired boy in a red sweatshirt that also looked to be wearing a rainbow shirt while also having painted nails. Looking another way, he saw a short girl with dark pink hair that looked to be dressed as some type of skater and she appeared to be arguing with a really tall boy in a red and white short-sleeved sweatshirt who looked to be very athletic. There was also a girl with ombre-designed brown and red hair that was staring at her phone, a boy that seemed to be doing small magic tricks for a short blond girl dressed entirely in pink, and many other types of students around.

Adrien certainly never had been around so many types of people before. He was usually only ever with other models and they typically were all very similar to him since models had to all be the same skinny and beautiful body type. Seeing all of the unique people around made him smile.

The ironic thing about him looking around him so much was that he was not actually watching where he was going. So, he ended up walking right into someone.

"I am so sorry," Adrien apologized immediately.

"Why am I not surprised that I would be the one you would run into, Adrien," a familiar voice said.

Adrien finally looked at who he had bumped into and it was Lyon. Vallia was close by. It made Adrien start to wonder if the two of them ever willingly separated. He knew they were twins, but they still spent a lot of time together.

"Oh, Lyon," Adrien breathed a sigh of relief that he had not bumped into a bully or a rabid fan. "Sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going."

"I can see that," Lyon said. "You seem a lot more interested in the school than most other new students would be."

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Well, to be honest, I did not go to any type of school before here," Adrien admitted. "I have been homeschooled my entire life. Tutors were brought in by my dad to teach me. Along with a tutor to teach me Chinese, a piano teacher, and a private fencing instructor as well."

"That is a lot to place onto one person," Vallia said. "Especially onto a teenager."

"My father knows what's best for me," Adrien shrugged. "Besides, he's allowing me to go to the duel academy, so I'm fine."

That made the twins share a look with each other. What Adrien was saying was really ringing some alarm bells in their heads. But, they did not know Adrien that well yet, so they were going to take a "wait and see" approach to this.

"So, who is your main teacher, Adrien," Vallia asked, changing the subject.

Adrien pulled out his school schedule. "Some teacher called Bustier."

Both Lyon and Vallia had to fight not to let out some groans. They were obviously not fans of the teacher.

"Well, lucky for you that she is also our teacher," Lyon tells him. "And believe me when I say that you need luck when in that class."

"Huh," Adrien was confused.

There was then a hyper and loud girlish shriek. The kind that would more likely be heard at a boyband concert than inside of a dueling school. But, with a literal model now attending the school, it made sense for someone to make that noise. And since there is only one girl that could sound like a complete brat while letting out an excited shriek, the twins knew exactly who it was.

"You are about to find out in about three... two... one," Vallia counted down.

Adrien was then basically tackled by a very excited blond girl. And judging by Adrien's face, he knew who she was as well.

"Adrikins," Chloe Bourgeois, the spoiled brat of the school, shouted as she was the one that was tightly hugging Adrien. "You're actually here!"

"Oh... Uh... Hi, Chloe," Adrien was visually uncomfortable with how she was hugging him. "But can you let go, please? I told you that I don't like it when you do this to me."

"You're so silly, Adrikins," Chloe completely brushed off what he just said. "You love me and you know it."

"He said to let him go, Chloe," Lyon glared at the blond girl. "You really need to learn to listen to something other than the sound of your own voice."

Adrien almost jumped when he heard Lyon's voice. It was different than before. It was so cold and icy. It was as if he could cause a case of frostbite just from speaking to someone like that. Very different from the previous gentle and kind voice that he had been using before. It was like his entire personality had done a complete 180 twist.

"Don't make me call daddy," Chloe threatened Lyon.

But the icy teen only rolled his eyes in response. Vallia also did not look impressed by the threat at all.

"You have tried that threat lots of times on me, Chloe," Lyon says. "It did not work, then, and it will not work now."

"Your dad may be the mayor of this city, but what use can he be against those that have three other governments behind their backs," Vallia also sounded a little colder than usual.

Chloe glared at them but did not say anything else to them. She turned back to Adrien with some very fake sweet eyes.

"Come on, Adrikins," Chloe latched herself onto Adrien's arm and started trying to pull him in another direction. "I can have Sabrina show you around. I would do it, but playing tour guide is for commoners."

"Chloe, let go," Adrien finally pulled his arm from her grip. "I can find my way around myself just fine. Thanks for the offer, though."

Chloe pouted like a child that was just denied the candy bar that they wanted.

"Suit yourself, Adrikins," she said. "But make sure to stay close to me since I am the best student in this WHOLE school." 

The twins rolled their eyes, clearly thinking something completely different. They definitely were not fans of Chloe and they made it very clear.

"I'll... uh... think about it," Adrien turned her down in the nicest way possible by making it seem like he would just think about it.

That clearly had gone right over Chloe's head as her smile at Adrien did not falter at all.

"I'll see you in class, Adrikins," Chloe walked off.

Lyon and Vallia both gave Adrien looks that were very obvious questions as to why he had let Chloe hold onto him even after he told her to let go. He had obviously not liked it and had told her as such. But the look on his face when she refused to let go and brushed off what he had said about not liking it said that he had expected her to act like that.

"Chloe's family has been friends with mine for a long time," Adrien explained. "I've known her since we were in diapers."

"That doesn't give her the right to treat you like that," Vallia said. "She was treating you like a piece of meat that belonged to her."

"Chloe is not that bad," Adrien said. "She is just really friendly with me."

"Yeah, so friendly that I felt the need to get a crowbar to get her off of you," Lyon rolled his eyes. "We better get to class before the bell rings."

He walked off. Vallia and Adrien followed him, but the blond model could not help but look at  Vallia as they did.

"Is Lyon alright," he asked her. "He acted... well... cold when Chloe showed up."

"Behold, your first meeting with the Ice Prince, Adrien," Vallia tells him.

"Ice Prince," Adrien was confused.

"Lyon is a very private person," Vallia explained. "We come from a very rich family and you are aware that our card shop is the most popular in the city, maybe even the whole country."

"Let me guess, you guys always have people trying to warm up to you in order to try and get the best cards either for a discount or for free," Adrien guessed.

"You have no idea how much that it happens," Vallia sighed.

"I was aware of Lyon's nickname already, but I figured that it was more because of his style and how he does sound a little cold when he talks," Adrien says. "Plus, I also know what it feels like to be used because of some fans wanting me just for my looks or my money instead of wanting me for me."

"That is always what is hard for us," Vallia said. "We hardly ever know who to really trust because of how we have money, connections, and other things that people would want to take advantage of."

"Trust takes years to build, but moments to destroy," Adrien was sure he heard that quote from somewhere before.

Vallia nodded. "It's why Lyon is an Ice Prince. Not only to keep away those that would use us for what we have but to also make sure bullies do not mess with him. He has been burned by broken trust before and he has not been the same since."

"He was not like that with me," Adrien was confused as to why he did not get the Ice Prince when he first met Lyon.

"I am sure that Lyon also told you that he is good at reading people," Vallia said. "He probably saw that you were not like others and would not take advantage of him. It most likely helps that as a model, he would know that you would have the same type of trust issues as him."

"It's not that I have trust issues," Adrien said. "If anything, I trust too easily. That's what my cousin Felix says, anyway. But, I am just wary of strangers just coming up to me and instantly trying to be my friend."

"Well, at least you know not to trust everyone," Vallia giggled.

The two of them and Lyon all walked into the classroom together. It certainly was a big room and Adrien actually liked how it seemed like a very light and friendly environment because of the large windows that let in so much light. He also liked how big the desks were since that allowed for a lot of space to lay out cards in order to make strategies as well as to do all normal school work too.

Adrien looked at all the students that were in the classroom already as well as the ones that were coming in. There was the pink-haired girl, athletic boy, and ombre-haired girl that he had noticed before, plus the blond girl that was in all pink. But there were also nine other students in the room. And that included Chloe and her best friend Sabrina. There was also a goth girl, a tall boy in a skull shirt, a red-headed boy whose hair covered one of his eyes, a girl with rainbow hair, a boy wearing headphones on his head, a boy that looks like a nerd stereotype from a high school movie, and a blue-haired girl carrying a box that looked like it had come from a bakery.

All in all, it was a very interesting class.

"Nino," Vallia called out to the boy with headphones. "We have a new kid in class. This is Adrien. Since Aurore is in Mendeleiev's class this year, you have a free seat next to you. Do you mind?"

"Not at all, dudette," the now-named Nino smiled at Vallia.

But then Chloe latched herself onto Adrien once again. It made Vallia seriously start considering going out and getting a crowbar. Even if she could not actually get her hands off of him with it, she would be more than happy to knock Chloe out with it and get her hands off him that way. 

"My Adrikins will be sitting with me," she declared.

"But...But I sit next to you, Chloe," Sabrina looked really upset at just being thrown out of her seat like that.

Chloe ignored her. "Come on, Adrikins."

"Chloe, stop," Adrien tried pulling his arm away from her again. "I am perfectly fine with sitting next to Nino. I decided to come to school because I wanted to make friends."

"You will be much happier sitting next to me than some commoner loser," Chloe refused to let go of him again.

"Chloe, you can either let him go and let him sit where he wants, or I will beat you a lot faster than last time if we duel again," Lyon threatened her.

Chloe actually let Adrien go, but to turn to Lyon. He did not even blink at the glare that she sent his way.

"You only beat me because you got lucky," Chloe yelled at him.

"Then I also must have gotten lucky the other dozen times we dueled as well," Lyon had on a very icy smirk.

Adrien used the opportunity to slip into the spot next to Nino before Chloe had a chance to grab onto him again. He caught Sabrina's eye and she gave him a smile and a nod as a silent "thank you" for not letting Chloe just throw her out of her seat like that.

"Is it always like this," Adrien asked Nino as he saw Chloe failing to get under Lyon's skin.

"More or less," Nino shrugged. "Think of it like a welcoming to the class since no one is ever really welcomed until they witness one of Chloe's temper tantrums."

"Things will never be boring around here, will they," Adrien asked him.

"You have no idea," Nino chuckled, patting him on the back. "Just wait until  duel practice starts."

That was definitely something Adrien looked forward to.

#miraculous #miraculous fandom #original character #ml salt #miraculous ladybug #lila salt #chloe salt #original heroes #original miraculous #crossovers are the best #yugioh #marinette salt #miraculous-yugioh crossover

[yan-wo]

A silver Lucifer serves cocaine in cornucopia

To some somnambulists of adolescent thighs draped in satirical draperies

Peris in livery prepare Lethe for posthumous parvenues

Delirious Avenues lit with the chandelier souls of infusoria from Pharoah’s tombstones

lead to mercurial doomsdays Odious oasis in furrowed phosphorous

the eye-white sky-light white-light district of lunar lusts

            Stellectric signs “Wing shows on Starway” “Zodiac carrousel”

Cyclones of ecstatic dust and ashes whirl crusaders from hallucinatory citadels of shattered glass into evacuate craters

A flock of dreams   browse on Necropolis

From the shores of oval oceans in the oxidized Orient

Onyx-eyed Odalisques and ornithologists observe the flight of Eros obsolete

And “Immortality” mildews …   in the museums of the moon

“Nocturnal cyclops” “Crystal concubine”

Pocked with personification the fossil virgin of the skies waxes and wanes

Lunar Baedeker, Mina Loy 

#poetry

[powerfulblob]

Happy Aromantic Awareness week!

ID under the read more!

To celebrate Aromantic Visibility Week, here‘s a group shot of the aro-spec characters in @nicohverse’s Entropic Float series!

[ID: A watercolor and pen drawing of Abel, Peri, Maude, and Jazz from the games Entropic Float 1 and Entropic Float 2. Text below reads Aromantic Awareness Week! In green, grey, and white letters. Text also reads “Feb 18-24”.

Jazz is a non-binary woman with pale skin and purple hair, bunny ears as a headband, and a crop top with the colors of the greyromantic flag. She has fishnets underneath, and grey pants. She smiles cheekily and gives a middle finger to the audience.

Abel is a boy with dark skin and curls dyed with black fading into yellow near the tips. He wears a blue tie, a striped blue and white shirt, a blue jacket, and grey pants. He smiles to the side, and holds an aroace flag with one hand, giving a peace sign with the other.

Peri is a girl with light skin and pink shoulder-length hair with bangs. She has a black bow in the back of her head. She wears a pink and black outfit, and holds a spear. The spear has an aroace flag tied to it. She smiles slightly. Maude is a thin tall woman with pale skin and grey eyes, with long light brown hair in bangs and tied in two braids behind her back. She has a blank expression.. She wears a grey and gold outfit that includes a beret, a dress with a bowtie with the colors of the quoiromantic flag: green, white, black, and blue. She holds an umbrella with the colors of the quoiromantic flag as well.

end ID]

#image described #entropic float #aromantic #fanart #blob's art #jazz #abel #peri #maude

[multiversewendy]

If you poke the Peri belly fat, will she burp?~

"Teehee. Yep! If you poke my belly fat, I'll burp for ya! I'd burp even if you didn't poke it! i'll even burp in your face 'cause you asked so nicely~blurrRRPPP!!!!"

*On the entrance to Peri's kitchen there's a sign warning anyone entering to protect their ears cause Peri's neverending burps can be deafening!*

#peri fire emblem #muse: peri #burping #fat belly #fat girls #obese #slob #fat rp #wg rp #weigh gain kink

[hlficlibrary]

hey ! this is the friends to lovers slow burn au anon, i loved the recs, i read them before and they’re great fics !! i was wondering if you have more? (they don’t necessarily have to be college au’s) 🥰

Hi, anon! Okay, if they don't have to be school related au's that opens it up a lot! Here are some more slow burn, friends to lovers fics for you!

Into the Weeds by kair0sclerosis / @night-is-a-feeling

What happens to someone when their life slowly fragments before their eyes, before shattering into pieces from that final blow? What happens when up starts to look like down, and the things that used to bring them joy now only bring panic? When the natural order of their body halts, and breathing becomes an unnatural act of thought?

 Following the whispered words of a stranger, Harry Styles finds himself in the small town of Peri Ridge. It’s a town nestled within overgrown forests, raging rivers, and ominous mountains- full of unkept secrets, the aura of freedom, and lost people seeking to be found. It’s here that Harry works to uncover all the parts of himself that he buried long ago.

With the help of the captivating bartender, Louis, who he can’t seem to stop daydreaming about, and his enchanting group of friends; Harry remembers what it is to be alive.

This is a story about small-town secrets, found family, queer identities, and the battle between fight and flight.

ghost of you by beckywritesthings / @beckydoesthings

As a rule, Mandalorians and Jedi do not get along.

So when Harry Styles, esteemed Jedi Knight, finds out he has to work with the hot-tempered Mandalorian Duke, Louis Tomlinson, he’s prepared for it to go poorly. But it doesn’t, testing both of their boundaries of what they deem acceptable for a partnership.

It’s the start of something, and as the galaxy dissolves into war, they find themselves clinging to each other, even as it drags up things better left in the past. As it turns out, nothing between them has changed.

Or, a Star Wars AU where Harry is Obi-Wan, Louis is Satine, and somehow there’s a love story between the cracks where there shouldn’t be.

For the Right Reasons by @juliusschmidt

Harry doesn’t agree to be the Bachelor expecting to find love. He’s just hoping for an exciting jaunt around the world, half a dozen new friends, and, if he’s lucky, an amazing hj or two.

Louis may have signed up to be a contestant on the Bachelor, but he’s not interested a ring or a proposal, not from Harry, not from anyone. He wouldn’t turn down a few more Instagram followers, though.

#ask #anon #ficrec #minificrecs #friendstolovers #slowburn #juliusschmidt #beckywritesthings #kair0sclerosis