#I was given the cold shoulder pretty much when I said I found it weird

[dyna-myght]

Hate how all the games I really want to play are co-op and boring to play alone. I don't have friends and the group chat is busy playing with some random 13 year old.

[overnowsfcb]

valentine; pablo gavi

summary: experimenting love for the first time feels kind of weird, in the best way of the word.

warnings: none, just fluff.

word count: 1,8k

it was the first time you felt like you were inside a love story, the first time you empathized with the protagonists who felt butterflies in their stomachs every time they saw their beloved or smiled at the mere thought of them.

throughout your high school, you were that girl who had to witness your friends telling stories about holding hands, kissing and having sex with the right person, and helping them write and decorate letters for their partners on valentine’s day.

the only solution you found to dive into that world was in the books and movies. all you read was romance, hoping for one in real life. a kiss underneath the rain, a jacket around your shoulders when the air got cold, someone to accompany and hear you.

fortunately, your friends never made you feel left out. but you couldn't help but feel that way every time you saw them smile with their significant others. the epitome of that feeling was when you blew out the eighteen candles in your birthday cake, it felt like sealing your fate.

everyone applauding and cheering that you reached the majority of age. the only thing you did when everyone left wasn't opening the amount of presents they had given you.

you sat on the couch with the lights off and put your favorite rom-com on the tv, searching for ice cream on the fridge and a blanket. you knew every word of the movie, every scene, every detail. 

you had the same reaction as the first time you saw it. in a slumber party, when you were twelve. and that contrast is what gave you distress and shame, it had been six years and you still haven't had a romance. tears began to fall from your eyes, thinking that that person who would make you feel unique would never come.

it was almost funny how you manifested it in your life after watching it over and over again. after holidays, you applied for the first job that had vacancies to help your mother with your two younger siblings; she was having trouble covering everything with a single income.

your job at a small bookstore hidden in a secluded corner of barcelona didn't pay much, but it was your favorite place. you enjoyed organizing books, recommending them, and having conversations about them with interested customers.

you never would have imagined seeing one of your brother's favorite football players enter that store. the little bell above the door chimed, and you quickly looked up from the book you were finishing, right at the best part.

"buenas," (hi.) he said, approaching the counter. you tucked the book beneath it and stood up from the stool.

"buenas tardes, ¿cómo puedo ayudarte?” (good afternoon, how can I help you?) you smiled formally, just as you did with all customers. you were amazed at how pretty he was; your brother always watched his interviews, and you knew quite a bit about his life. however, you couldn't understand why it felt like a breeze of air had reached your face when he stood up in front of you.

"i was looking for a book for my sister. a birthday gift." you nodded and asked him to specify a bit more about her interests, and what genre she liked.

"ah, she's into mystery novels," he replied, his eyes scanning the shelves as if trying to find the perfect gift.

you led him to the mystery section, explaining the different authors and their styles. as you chatted, you couldn't help but notice how down-to-earth and friendly he was. you were an expert talking to new people, but this felt different, it was the perfect cadence.

he eventually settled on a classic detective novel, expressing gratitude for your assistance. as he paid for the book, he asked, "would it be too much trouble to have it gift-wrapped? it's a surprise for her, you see."

you gladly agreed, and as you carefully wrapped the book, he continued the conversation. he shared anecdotes about his sister's love for mystery stories and how he hoped this gift would bring her joy.

little did you know that after that interaction that brightened the rest of your day, it would turn into something much more significant.

you pondered whether you would see him again. had he felt the same as you? or maybe it was just your desperation, and how notting hill was engraved in your subconscious.

but sometimes, movie scripts weren't entirely wrong, like when you heard the little bell of the store ringing again a week later, this time while you were arranging some new books that had arrived, perched on the ladder.

"hi," he greeted excitedly. you directed your gaze to where the sound came from, and a smile appeared on your face. you were almost overcome with excitement, but you held on tightly to the ladder to not fall.

"good morning," you said, finishing arranging a book and descending from the ladder.

"my sister loved the book! she said it was the best gift ever," he beamed, making you feel great. he extended an invitation for coffee as a token of appreciation.

you didn't even know if it was professional to accept it while you were working, but you weren't hurting anyone. and that was the best decision you could ever make in your life.

every hope that you had murdered with resentment now resurrected with a new shine. what you thought was your destiny was just a moment in time.

it had been a challenge for pablo to make you believe that he truly wanted to be with you. countless times, he felt the need to explain how wonderful and precious you were.

you didn't know how to react to his compliments or sudden kisses. he was so spontaneous and impulsive, and you were so calculated and cold because he was everything you had ever dreamed of. but what if it was just a dream that could crumble at any moment?

yet, he took it upon himself day and night to make you feel like the most cherished woman. and how could you not feel that way with those crystal-clear eyes looking at you as if you were a sunset over the ocean?

he loved your laughter so much that he couldn't help but make jokes or clown around at every opportunity that presented itself.

he showed you a new way to see life, to explore a new spectrum of colors that had been withheld from you for so long, and dispelled certain beliefs that were imposed on your mind.

even your mother and your own friends adored him; they couldn't ask for more than your first love to be with such a dedicated and understanding guy, dispelling any lingering doubts.

he was the person who listened to you talk about your favorite books but also, had no problem listening when you complained about something going wrong.

the smallest and most imperceptible details were what made you fall a little more in love with him every day, confirming that you wanted to be by his side for eternity.

his angelic voice was engraved in the back of your mind, the first “i love you”, the sweet nothings he whispered in your ears the first time you decided to make love, assuring you that he would take care of you at every moment. and, of course, he protected his word, a man who never failed you.

sometimes, just sometimes, when you understood the great person the universe put in your path and remembered that you haven’t lose your mind trying to find a man like him. when you remembered his touch was completely real —something that took quite a while to accept— you flaunted him in front of everyone.

his eskimo kisses every time you felt down had become so essential and pure that they automatically reset your mind.

and you couldn’t forget how he had the gift of turning the simplest things into memories that you would fantasize to tell your grandchildren, sitting side by side, full of gray hair and wrinkles. the beauty of simplicity.

it was truly a movie-like love. a movie that your 16-year-old self would love with all her heart, and now you were living it firsthand, and it was true. it existed, and no one could take it away from you.

“i don't ever wanna let go of you. i want us to stay like this, like sloths, for the rest of our lives.” you giggled, amused by his antics and nose nuzzling affectionately against your neck. he squeezed your waist with his hand and got you trapped with his leg over your body.

“i would love to do that too, baby. but unfortunately, we're only human, and i still can't be late for work.” you moved his leg and replacing the pout of his lips with a sweet kiss. you could spend hours listening to him talk. 

he grabbed your cheeks and showered your face with kisses while you laughed. “seriously!”

“i hate that you have to work.”

“you should be grateful, because if i didn't have this job, you would've never meet me.” his eyes sparkled with affection as you headed off, leaving behind the warmth of his presence but carrying the glow of his love within you. 

he often wondered if you knew you were his first true love. none of the women who came before you stood up to the way he couldn't help but think and speak of you, of your remarkable essence as a person.

it was as if meeting you had illuminated a part of his soul he didn't know existed—a feeling so profound, it reshaped his understanding of love. your presence felt like the missing piece he'd been searching for, and with every passing day, he found himself falling deeper.

once, he couldn't fathom the allure of romantic movies, convinced they portrayed an unrealistic, overly idealized version of love. how could it possibly measure up to reality? it felt like a sudden twist in the game when he discovered the depth of love in the embrace of a girl who adored those movies. it was through this realization that he understood—love was far more beautiful than any screenwriter could ever capture. 

the movies could never capture the immensity of his emotions during those fleeting moments when he danced with you, be it in the disco or under the soft kitchen light because it held the same intimacy. it was in the way your voice still trembled ever so slightly when you praised him and the way your cheeks flushed with color when he returned the compliment.

for both of you, it was a fairytale woven into reality. you, always yearning for it, and him, a skeptic who never believed in such tales.

the enchantment and genuineness were evident in every shared glance and each entwined finger. it was etched in the lines of your palms, you were meant to be timeless.

[littlekohai77]

Hi can I request you to do a fic for a werewolf reader with Schneider and they've been friends for a long time but both of them don't want to take the next step.

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 🤨 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘!!

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂🚨: assuming stuff about his past, longing, hookups mentioned.

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By "have been friends for a long time" I hope you mean childhood friends. But not like since diapers. Y'all have known each other since high school.

It was weird at first. He was pretty much a prodigy while you were a weakling with too much gut.

But that's what he liked about you. Your motivation to not give up even though you have probably fractured 4 ribs.

You see, at that point in his life. His powers had become stagnant. He tried to be patient but he just couldn't figure out what was wrong. What it his posture? Was his core just weak? Was his flow pathway just a little off?

He couldn't figure it out. And around that time, you arrived in his life. Stronger than anyone around but him. And since you're quite a competitive person, you faced him head on.

And faced the consequences, that being a month in bed. People said he went easy on you, he probably did, not that he'd admit it.

But since then you've been following him around, bothering him to fight you again. Which he found immensely annoying. But you didn't care. He was a goalpost in your eyes now. You just had to win, at least once.

But he wouldn't budge either, always dodging your attempts, ignoring you whenever you tried to rile him up.

That is when, one day, you accidentally walked in on him training and then venting his frustration out on nearby furniture.

You put 2 and 2 together and walked away, coming up with a plan to get your way.

The next day you approached him with a proposal, which was, you'd help him pin point one of his mistakes and in exchange you want a duel.

He gave you the most nastiest side eye ever and then agreed. Seemed like he had given up on trying on his own.

That day, afternoon, you and him sat down on the cold tiles of the secluded rooftop that was his training spot.

And to his surprise, that little pointer from you about the way he closed his fist while punching, really helped out. He was baffled by the difference he felt immediately after implementing your corrections. He was left staring at his fist as you leaned on the rails and chastised him for not actually learning any martial arts and only relying on his ability. "No wonder ya built like a twig. "

And then you tapped on his shoulder, reminding him of your deal and told him to get ready.

30 minutes later, you're bloodied up and heaving on the floor as he's standing while clutching his stomach. It's clear who won. You walk away, bitter as you mumble "I'll get ya next time son of a bitch. "

And he felt as if he'd never seen a more beautiful person before. It's as if time had slowed down, he can't help but stare as you hurl insults and promises of his defeat. He smirks, a bit crooked from the warmth rising up to his ears, "looking forward to it. "

It's your turn to blush as you huff and scamper out.

And the rest was history.

✰He really loves to cuddle with you. Especially using your tail as a pillow. Like it's so big and fluffy? It's literally the best. Gets really snappy when you run off mid nap time cause his face gets met with the cold harsh ground.

✰Only ever started to be interested in getting buff after he noticed that you seem to have a taste for muscular men. Especially when you gush to him about this random handsome man you met in the grocery store who's arms were to die for... Your words, not his.

✰A little far into your friendship, he'll eventually realize his feelings for you, but by that time, you'll likely be in a relationship.

✰and when you're single again, he's in a relationship.

✰and when you're both single, either one of you guys are not looking for one, mostly him. Cause that's around the time when he starts to get real serious with his training.

✰you guys have probably hooked up once when you were in college and shit faced drunk. Both of you don't remember anything, you just know it happened cause both of you were naked in bed.

✰You guy's communication skills are shit. Literal shit. Like all you guys do is bicker and play fight and build misunderstanding on misunderstanding as if it's a game of Jenga.

✰You guys just never grow out of that silent pining.

✩it's either the time isn't right or either of you doesn't know the other feels the same.

✰And when both of you do know, it's him that runs away.

✰because he doesn't want you to be hurt like almost everyone one of his girlfriends. You've been hunted down a few times too just for being close to him, he doesn't wanna make it worse.

✰sometimes he wishes he'd never had these feelings, that he'd never met you.

✰cause the only thing he really wants to do right now is turn around, run back and hold you close and kiss your sweet lips.. Instead of walking past you like you didn't exist as you gave him an empty stare.

✰maybe you knew that he knew. Maybe you understand. Maybe both of you had come to a silent agreement to ignore the elephant in the room.

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It's almost 2 am rn. This one was bad imo. I'd like to redo or even make more parts of it. Cause I feel like I brought up that "worrying about safety" out of nowhere.

Next part.

[football-and-fanfics]

Sick - Trent Alexander-Arnold & Dominik Szoboszlai

Who: Trent Alexander-Arnold, Dominik Szoboszlai Request: puhleaeaease write a sickfic with Dom and TAA?! 😍🤩 I love these two & their weird bromance thingy 😁 ur the best! Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of being sick

The sixth day of Liverpool's two week training camp in Austria was about to start. The team gathered in their hotel's restaurant for breakfast, but there was one very significant absentee.

"Wheres Trent?" Dominik was the first to notice the Scouser's unusual absence. Since he had been named vice-captain, Trent always was among the first to arrive for any team activity. But now he was nowhere to be seen, while even the most notorious latecomers were already present.

Andy, sitting at the same table as Dominik, looked around. "Now that you mention it, I haven’t seen him yet." "That’s not like him at all." Dominik shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat. An uneasy feeling was creeping up on him somehow. He had absolutely no reason to, but there was a gut-feeling not to trust this situation.

As if their conversation had been overheard, Virgil suddenly appeared behind Andy, holding up his phone and looking equally worried. "Have any of you seen Trent today?" The Dutchman asked, sounding serious. "No one’s seen him yet, and he’s not answering his phone either." "That’s it." Dominik threw his napkin onto the table and resolutely got to his feet. "I’m checking his room. I’ve got a bad feeling about this."

With Virgil and Andy close behind him, Dominik hurried up to the floor of Trent’s room. "Trent!" Dominik pounded his fist on the door. "Trent, if you’re there, open up!" Dominik shared a concerned look with Andy and Virgil as he listened for sounds from inside the room. He was just about to slam his fist into the door some more, when he heard the weakest voice from inside.

"On my way… no need to kick the door down…"

The hotel room door finally opened up to a completely dark room. Trent stood in the door opening, clearly still in his nightwear, and looking absolutely miserable. "Are you okay?" Dominik immediately asked, although Trent swaying visibly on his feet should already answer his question. "Sick…" Trent’s voice sounded uncharacteristically lifeless and raspy.

Dominik was glad they had located Trent, but the state in which they found him was definitely cause for concern. "Can I come in?" Dominik asked. "Sure." Trent shrugged minutely, already turning around to go back to bed.

Before he stepped in, Dominik shared another look with Andy and Virgil. Given Trent’s current condition he didn’t think it wise for all three of them to go in. His two teammates understood wordlessly. "We’ll go inform the gaffer," Andy said, before he and Virgil left.

Dominik silently closed the door behind him. "Can I turn on a light?" "Yes." Came a muffled reply. Dominik switched on a small light. He found Trent lying on his front on the bed, looking very much out of it. "What’s wrong?" He sat himself down on the edge of the bed, looking down at his vice-captain’s sweat-covered shoulders. "Just… sick," Trent mumbled, "my head’s killing me, and I’m pretty sure I’m running a fever." Dominik shortly held the back of his hand to Trent’s neck, feeling the heat radiating off the skin. "You are most definitely running a fever."

Dominik strode over to the bathroom to run a wash cloth under the cold tap, which he then gently placed across Trent’s neck. Trent groaned a soft word of thanks in reply.

"I’m going to get you some aspirin," Dominik announced, "and maybe it’s best if I stay here today, too." The fact that Trent did not protest to that in any way, was all the confirmation Dominik needed to indeed watch over his friend all day.

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For most of the day, Dominik sat in the sitting area of the room, reading a book or watching something on his phone, while Trent slept. Occasionally Dominik would check up on his friend, but could only conclude that Trent was sound asleep.

Halfway through the afternoon came the first signs of life from Trent again. He groaned softly a few times, before slowly rolling himself onto his back. He still felt rather feverish, but at least his headache was a lot less. A slight movement to the left side of the room made him look, and he found Dominik sitting there.

"You really did stay." Trent’s voice sounded somewhat raspy from not being used for a while. Dominik startled slightly, but he quickly recollected himself. "Of course I did." Trent propped himself up on his elbows. "You didn’t have to do that." "You didn’t see yourself this morning." Dominik chuckled wryly. "No way we were going to leave you alone, mate." Trent frowned. "We?" "Yeah, the whole team’s been worried about you." Dominik answered, "but, more importantly, are you feeling any better?" "A little," Trent mumbled, "I’m not rid of it yet, though."

Dominik slowly rose to his feet, walking the few paces that separated him and Trent. "May I?" He asked. Trent nodded, even though he didn’t know what his teammate was asking permission for. Without any further advance notice, Dominik held the back of his hand against Trent’s neck, just like he had done that morning. "You feel less warm," Dominik concluded, "but still a bit feverish I imagine." "Yeah." Trent lay back again.

Dominik watched as Trent made himself comfortable again, ready to sleep off the rest of the flu or whatever this was. "Are you staying?" Trent mumbled. "Would you want me to?" Dominik asked. There was a short moment of silence before Trent answered. "If you don’t mind."

Dominik chuckled softly and sat back in the armchair he had occupied for most of the day so far. "Don’t worry, I’ll be staying right here."

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[chrysoula]

Aventurine WIP

(Somebody was curious.)

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“You found my room,” Aventurine said, opening the door to Stelle’s soft knock. “How did you do that?”

Her wandering gaze focused on him. “A lucky guess? Hey… can we talk a little?”

“Of course. Make yourself comfortable, friend.” He smiled at her, and she regarded him with the same solemn intensity she’d had in their first conversation in a Reverie room. Then she walked past him and stopped in the center of the room, looking around as if she’d misplaced something. 

He closed the door and inquired, “Something amiss?” 

“It’s just… weird.” Her eyes went to his luggage and she shifted her weight uneasily. “Is there really something special about the room you gave me, or was that a joke?”

“Interesting question. What do you think?” Aventurine relaxed onto a couch, just in case she was waiting for him to sit before she did. 

No dice. She rubbed her arms as if she was cold, and said nothing, her gaze moving between spots on the carpet and spots on the couch without ever quite focusing on him.

After a moment of silence, he decided he probably wasn’t getting an answer and said lightly, “I take it you haven’t come to tell me your decision about our partnership.” 

The girl actually startled at his question, as if she’d forgotten she was in a conversation. Then she laughed, her eyes scrunching shut and her hand behind her head. The transformation was enthralling. “Oh, heh, not… exactly. I mean, I haven’t really talked to the others about what you said yet.”

He gave her another toothy smile. “I’d say take your time, but… well, try not to take more than a few days, or I’ll be… disappointed.”

“We’re meeting for breakfast tomorrow. I’ll tell them everything then.” Stelle looked around the room again. “Uh, have you seen a black dog? A statue, I mean. It has ruby eyes.” She held her hands apart to suggest it was more of a statuette.

“Ruby, eh? Sounds valuable.” Aventurine rose to his feet and circled behind Stelle. He didn’t quite put his arm around her shoulders, but only because the whites of her eyes showed when she realized that was in the cards. Instead, he fluttered a hand in an encouraging motion. “Sit down, will you? You wanted to chat, right?”

“Uh…” She took one step closer to the couch, and then stopped to inspect the carpet again. “Maybe I should just go. This is stupid.”

No way in hell was he letting her leave after such an intriguing start to her unexpected visit. But he softened the sentiment, given her skittishness. “I don’t think so. Come on, entertain me a little. I promise I won’t bite.”

Slowly she moved to the couch; stiffly she sat down. Then she mumbled something too incoherent to process.

“What was that?” Aventurine reseated himself in one of the small tea chairs, angled so he could watch her easily.

She was blushing hotly, he realized, and when she shook her head and refused to repeat herself, he had an old familiar feeling about at least part of what was going on with this visit. He considered retiring back to other subjects; could practically hear Veritas Ratio advising him to throw her out.

Instead he asked bluntly, “Miss Stelle… Would you like me to bite?”

That drew her swift glance, and flustered honesty. “No! I mean… maybe? I don’t know how this goes.” She stopped, her gaze fixed on his mouth.

Said mouth would have tightened, if he wasn’t very aware of his own tells. His curiosity at the moment outweighed other considerations, and he didn’t want to spook her yet. An uncomfortable moment or two wouldn’t interfere with business as far as he was concerned—he pretty much lived in them some days—but that wasn’t true for most people. 

He leaned forward, clasping his hands loosely. “Do you consider yourself an adult, Miss Stelle?”

She actually thought about that, which amused him despite his tension. Finally, she said, “I’m obviously not a kid, even if I was only sort of… born recently. But I’m also not an adult like Himeko and Mr. Yang are. Not like Kafka either… Silver Wolf, though… and I’m definitely more grown up than March 7th.” She chuckled. “As for Dan Heng—”

His amusement flashed to annoyance. “Ahem. All very fascinating, but I’m asking about you, friend.”

She blinked, and he knew his tone had slipped. “Why do you care? You didn’t ask about this when suggesting a business partnership.”

He held her gaze for a long, long moment before dropping his gaze to her own mouth. “Business is business and biting is biting.” Then, with tactical suavity, he let the subject drop for the moment. “Is there any particular reason you’re looking for your statuette in my room?”

“Oh! It’s not mine…. I think it may be following me around, though. Every time I get close enough to touch it, it disappears. Later it shows up again, somewhere else… I thought maybe if other people had seen it, that would mean it’s not just picking on me.”

Aventurine cautiously asked, “Was this in the Dreamscape?”

Stelle’s brow furrowed. “I’m pretty sure I saw one in my room after you and Acheron left? But… sometimes I see things other people don’t.” Her right hand lifted, nestling against her chest. An unconscious gesture, he decided, and made a mental note of it.

“Absolutely fascinating,” he told her, and meant it. “Later, we should talk about some of those things. Perhaps after I’ve traded you something of equal value for the information…” He paused delicately, just in case.

Her brow furrowed. “Uh… you already gave me some credits, though? And you gave up your room. And you told me about—”

Aventurine cut her off. “All that was in the name of our ‘friendship.’ I also told you to use me however you wanted. I don’t think you’ve done that yet.” After another delicate pause that she didn’t take advantage of, he gave her a clean way out of the conversation. “Would you like me to investigate this mysterious hound on your behalf?”

Once again she startled, as if she’d gotten distracted from the conversation by her own thoughts. “N-no. That’s all right.”

This girl. She’d been so solemn and focused during their first conversation, but he was starting to suspect she only found that focus when she or her friends were under threat. He’d been that threat before, but now… well. Sometimes you only learned all the rules if you kept playing.

Then, a little desperately, she asked, “Although… have you maybe met this little bellhop named Misha?” 

Aventurine’s eyes narrowed. “Yes, I have. A… charming child.” Among other things.

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

you said tma influenced your ttrpg, what ttrpg are you playing ? :O and are you a player or a gm ? (or even both idk)

I forgot to answer this--

Its a fully homebrewed one that I really need to rework. it's nearly 3 years old now and I've only done about 4 sessions. I'm the GM, although I'm still improving my storytelling skills. I'm a fic writer, improv is NOT my strong suit.

There's a lot I've written down, and so I really want to give a very basic overview of my ideas, so I'll just throw it all below this cut and you all can ask questions if you want. But this is going to be LONG winded and probably not make any sense.

Gods:

I made too many of them, and they only really make sense to me. Lore wise, they didn't make this world. They found it. They didn't know something was here before them, and don't realise its REALLY angry that they've claimed domains and stolen its power. In terms of the gods currently in charge, we've got:

Dark and Black (2 facets of darkness, and they might just be the same dude.)

Frost, Snow, and Glacier (again, facets of Winter, might all be the same thing)

Death (fr just mumza, ill be honest)

Sky and Air (air's the winds, skys the ..sky, and also gets the trickster archetype)

Light (all my homies hate light, they're dangerous and bored)

Water (dead)

Locations (only the interesting ones):

Winter: winter trio's domain, noone can survive there.

Frozen Woods: also winter trio's domain. a snowy forest of ginormous, and i mean BIG, petrified trees. the petrification all happened at the same time, isn't that weird.

The Dark: Dark and/or Blacks domain, they fought over it a long time ago but noone knows who won. The place is surrounded by mountains and is full of glowy crystals. It also should be super cold but theres thermo vents under it and also hot springs around.

Creeping Wastes: Death's domain, but used to be Dark and/or Black's. Lore wise, it used to be part of The Dark. They share part of the mountains and its also surrounded by mountains but has a little access to the ocean. The people don't know this though, since something happened that put a blight over the entire land to the point nothing can live there. Fun!

Shrouded Peaks: Air's domain. It's a bunch of mountains that form like a horseshoe that faces out onto the ocean. Its really cool and misty there.

The Exiled: A few island off the coast of the Shrouded Peaks. Noone knows what its like over there but that's where bad people get sent. Ya know, ethically!

The Blinding Desert: Light's domain. Used to be all lush like The Wildlands (forest), but something happened and noooow its a desert. woohoo. Noone really goes there if they can help it because theres a river in the way. Beyond that is the Shores but they arnt toooo interesting right now.

Creatures:

Dark Satyrs. When Dark and Black fought over The Dark (and what's now the Wastes), the energy infested the crystals that were growing there, and the Dark Satyrs popped out! They still pop out of the glowy crystals, and the crystals grow on their bodies. That's how they denote families, too, since they aren't related by blood, but instead by vein!

Dragons: I'm not going to do my funky spelling for these for everyone's sake (Dragoens) but this pretty much where the egg's designs come from for me. they're like reptile people with no wings and feathery tails and shoulders. They were made by Air and given funky patterns and colors by Light. They live on the shrouded peaks in big groups. They can fly, even without wings, by bending the energy around them. But they think it comes from the gods specifically, so they're very religious. Oh, also they have 2 sets of horns! the top set is pretty similar to the satyr's horns, but the second set come out a bit behind the ears and curl down towards the front usually.

Ice Fairies: again, I won't do the funny spelling for you all (Faeries). They were made by the winter trio, and live in the frozen woods. They've hollowed out homes in the trunks and decorate the trees. the faries have twisty horns on the tops of their heads and big ol delicate wings on their backs. if the wings get hurt they CAN heal, but it'll come back discolored. the discoloration depends on their diet though, so they have some fun risky tattooing the do sometimes.

Stone Golems: Death got sad that it couldn't create life, so it carved some golems out of "living stone" from the Wastes. It used some left over soul material from the dead to animate them. They can't really die, but they also don't have enough of a soul to pass on if they do, so they bond their soul with another's so they can pass on with them and go back home to Death :]. Its like c!Skeppy and c!Bad, but the other way around. Stone Golems have a very close relationship with their soul bond, and can read their emotions and stuff.

There's more creatures that I'll quickly sum up, like Candles (failed creature by Light), Prisms (like a siren made of colors. by Light), Black Ice (Big monster in the sea by Dark and Glacier), Walker Wraiths/Darsite Husks (sleepwalking demon -> modified creature that took its body but really isn't all that bad if you know how it works), Shadows (lost souls because of improper reaping), Crystal Golems (long story, but the Wastes WERE a part of the Dark so you know) and definitely some more that I can't think of.

So!

Any questions :]?

[blarrghe]

Hey! Would love to hear about the super secret birthday epilogue, for the WIP Ask meme! And if you can share a little snippet of it, even better 🥺

Thank you ❤️

Hi Cat! Thanks!

Super secret birthday epilogue is a little something I am writing for me, for my birthday, to epilogue the longfic saga of Matchsies/A Complicated Match. My birthday is at the end of August and I plan to post it then but I'm almost done with writing it and just dying to share lol. I almost did post a snippet on WIP Wednesday this week but then I forgot. Anyway, this is pure sweet sappy self-indulgence for a finished fic (spoilers) and a pretty big snippet so uh, not-so-secret epilogue thing starts like this :)

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It felt so strange to be back. Dorian tapped his fingers impatiently against the bartop at The Rest, then swirled around the drink in his glass before taking the last of it to his lips. He swallowed the sweet, strong, biting mouthful with a sigh. Whiskey and cola; he’d long since given up on having anything top-shelf at this pub. And yet he knew he was going to miss it. 

When he’d missed Ferelden before, those six-odd months in Tevinter, he’d mainly missed Taren. He’d missed The Rest, the shop, the cold grey coast and the sprawling underground, yes, and after a couple months he’d even missed his dingy little office and the brown brick and scraggly vines of the university buildings, but mainly, just Taren. It wasn’t going to be like that, this time, and suddenly he was seeing everything in a new light. 

He gave the bartender a nod to refill his glass, and watched the patrons behind him in the dimly lit place as they drank their drinks and threw their darts in the reflection of the dusty mirror behind the bar, his own face frowning. Dorian heard the door to the pub open, and turned on his stool to see Taren silhouetted against the fading daylight outside.

The elf shuffled in, grey hat over his crop of not-quite-shoulder-length auburn hair, unceremoniously crushing down the curls so that they whisped out about his chin. He unzipped a too-large fall jacket, something built of army-surplus canvas and patched up with punk band logos and bright pins. He spotted Dorian, smiled a leaning smile, and waved. 

Dorian’s frown disappeared. He raised his glass, gestured him over, and stood. He ordered him a pint before Taren could get to it himself, putting it on his tab and pushing a tip across the bar. Then they took up their drinks and found a booth.  The same booth. He wondered if Taren noticed. 

“How was the shop?” he asked conversationally, as Taren settled himself across from him. 

“Oh, you know,” Taren shrugged. “It’s weird, I guess.” 

Dorian nodded, and waited. There was a contemplation on Taren’s face, more coming through that he was still working out how to say. 

“Sera’s still mad,” he said. 

“She’ll come around.” 

“Yeah,” Taren sighed, frowning a little as he took up his beer for a sip. He put it back on its coaster and leaned back in his seat, glancing to the side and taking in the rest of the bar. “And I keep looking around like — seeing things, I guess, feeling like it’s for the last time.” He smiled slightly, but not happily. More as though to apologise. “I’ve never had this much warning.”  

“It won’t be the last,” Dorian promised. “And you’re still allowed to change your mind —” 

“— stop.” Taren shook his head. “I’m not changing my mind. I’m just… going to miss it.” 

“So am I.” 

“How was the university?” 

“All settled. And I have some paperwork for you, too.” 

“For me?” 

“Your letter of course completion from Montilyet.” Dorian fished the document out of his bag as he spoke, and slid it carefully across the table. 

“Oh, thanks.” Taren picked it up and examined it before sorting the letter away to his own bag. “I was - I was going to pick it up.” 

Dorian shrugged. “I was there.” 

“So that’s everything? I mean, all your paperwork is in, too?” 

“That’s everything on this side.” 

"Right. Shit. Ok,” this time, Taren really did smile at him, “guess I should finish packing.” 

He took another sip of his beer. Dorian watched him as his eyes strayed back into the bar, contemplating the dartboards and faded sports posters and chipped paint. Then he looked back at Dorian, his smile lopsided and his eyes still thoughtful. 

“You know this is the same booth?” he asked, “from when we met.” 

“We should get married,” Dorian blurted out in response. 

[noa-de-cajou]

TW for mentions of sex, implied past sexual assault and religious trauma. Celyan belongs to @thal-ent

Cyane watches Celyan's sleeping face.

It's two in the morning, a half-moon shines brightly in the cold november sky, right outside the window. It's probably beautiful. Not like she'd know, because the only thing she can look at is Celyan's face and the way their mouth opens ever so slightly as they breathe and the way the covers are not pulled all the way up to their chin and the naked skin of their shoulder is showing.

Screw the sun and moon dynamic, she thinks. Which one of us is the illuminated half of the moon and which is the obscured one?

She raises a hand and absentmindedly moves a strand of Celyan's hair out of their face. They don't seem to feel her touch at all. Cyane's chest hurts a bit.

You're so pretty and it makes me want to ruin you.

But the time for ruining each other has been over for at least an hour now, as the color of the bite marks all over Celyan's neck and collarbones slowly goes from red to pink and the pain in Cyane's scalp has already subsided. Neither of them has bothered putting their clothes back on and Celyan was sleeping like a log before Cyane could even say "thank you for the absolutely divine sex we just had". She would never say that anyway, but she still called them a jackass under her breath. What an asshole, falling asleep this fast after almost tearing her hair out.

Sometimes she wishes it would last longer, their moans and their screams and their sighs in the dark of the room.

The silence always leaves her cold.

She leans in and kisses Celyan's exposed shoulder. Lips are out of the question given their state and forehead feels too intimate, too much like love, and they're not in love. So shoulder it is.

It feels weird still. She's never kissed them that softly before.

She raises her lips up to their ear.

"I hate you," Cyane whispers.

She means it.

She despises Celyan, Celyan despises her, but their hate feels warmer than the hands of any person who ever claimed to love her.

If they loved her, if God loved her like they said He did, she wouldn't have all those snakes tattooed over her skin to cover the invisible bruises left by their hands.

The shadows back then called her filthy and twisted and lost and then said God loved her but when Celyan calls her even dirtier names she feels clean and right and found and yet they keep saying how much they hate her.

So yes, she means it. At least she thinks she does.

The snakes on her chest burn her again as if they're trying to squeeze her heart back into place.

"I hate you," she repeats, and her voice comes out weak and trembling.

The monsters from the past and the snakes from the present all stare at her with knowing eyes.

I mean it.

Please let me mean it.

"I hate you," Cyane says so low she can barely hear herself.

"I hate you, Celyan."

It's the warmest lie she's ever told.

[warlockisaslur]

@themckaytriarchy //

"Our world is lost." Tess drawls her admittedly weird greeting to Billy, glancing down at the toddler on her hip. Max McKay hasn't given into the urge to cry just yet, but he has an impressive case of Resting Pietro Face going on. He also stinks, which is why she offers an apologetic grimace, gesturing to the diaper bag on her shoulder with her chin. "It's diaper time. Do you have anywhere I can--?" Here, she jerks her chin toward the diaper bag again.

Billy had penned the angriest, sassiest chain of text messages to Pietro when he'd found out he'd gone and had a son without informing his spacefaring nephew, but that had also included very specific instructions to send Tess down to his Manhattan apartment so he could meet her properly. Pietro could be busy for all he cared, he wanted to get to know her without the buffer of his uncle trying to run interference -- or something. In any event he was glad she'd accepted the invitation, because it heralded a shift in his own life.

Finally, things could slow down. The Alliance was finally secured, a council in place to make decisions when their leaders couldn't be physically present, and now -- now, they could go back home. The apartment was pretty much as they'd left it; Rebecca had gone by now and then to dust and pick up their mail, and he was pretty sure Tommy had crashed there at some point. But it was theirs.

He answered the door and immediately stifled a snicker -- God, if that baby didn't just look like a tiny version of his uncle -- but immediately stepped aside for Tess to enter. "Oh jeez, better hurry before he wishes doom upon us all -- c'mon, there's a bathroom through here."

Waving her inside, he led her around the corner to a bathroom off the kitchen; the counter was a broad piece of solid marble, and he snagged a towel off a shelf and laid it out. "There ya go. That marble's cold. I'll go check on lunch," he said, grinning as he went back to peek into the oven -- and fill the kitchen with the mouth-watering scent of freshly-baked pie.

[taiblogcomics]

Amy Gets the Cold Shoulder

Hey there, multiple Dorito flavours. By now you've probably at least skimmed the TVTropes page for "Little Women", and thus understand roughly as much as I do. That said, let's get into issue 2 here~

Here's the cover:

These are appropriately simple covers, given that these are pretty simple stories. They're not gonna make a lot of the extreme sort of stuff that makes the great comic covers. Barring that completely awful cover of Avengers Arena #3, this might be the simplest cover we've ever reviewed here. Nothing to complain about, but nothing to write home about either, I guess~

We open again on the March house, still blanketed in snow. The girls are upstairs, going over their personal newspaper again. At the end here is a list of requests. Meg (Twilight Sparkle) is requested to stop reading so long that she's late for breakfast every day. Jo (Rainbow Dash) is asked to stop flying so fast in town, submission deadline or no. Beth (Fluttershy) is to return a particular handkerchief, borrowed a very specific amount of time ago. And Amy (Rarity), please stop adding bows to things that do not need them! Frankly, other than the handkerchief, this could be canon~

However, Jo proposes some new business. She wants to invite a new member into their club, which both Meg and Amy raise vehement objections. Amy in particular objects on the grounds that it's a private club, and telling more people is kind of the opposite of private. Beth is hesitantly supportive, though, to which Jo is grateful. Besides, they're objecting when she hasn't even told them who it is. It's Laurie (Applejack), the girl next door. Meg continues to object, since she doesn't think it'll improve Jo's own attitude towards the meetings, but it's too late. Laurie's already here, hidden under a sheet.

Now it's some time later, and the rest of them have clearly forgiven Jo and also agreed to let Laurie stay in their club. She's given them a rather fancy mailbox in thanks. While Jo is discussing how she's the first to use it by sending her newest manuscript (she tried giving Rainbow Dash, her self-insert OC, a partner named Applejack, but it didn't feel right to her), Beth wanders off and meets an old lady (Granny Smith) with a bunny, while Amy and Meg argue over the proper use of magic. Amy makes a big deal about how the basket she's carrying is no big deal, and that's not suspicious~

Discord drops in now, since he figures we're due a fourth-wall break and he wants to highlight some dramatic irony. This leads into a flashback, and for some reason this is presented as a Watchmen parody, right down to the nine-panel format. It's weird. Amy really wants that emerald-finding spell, and Meg won't teach it to her (she asks to be taught, but Meg looks down and whispers "No"). So with the help of her cat Opal, she uses a smiley-face pin to pry into a drawer and find where the spell is written down. And her lunch basket is full of emeralds she's found with the spell she stole.

The sisters all separate and go about their respective days. When they meet at home, they compare. Beth clearly had the best day, helping Mrs. Laurence with the animals. Jo really dislikes caring for Aunt March (Discord), since she won't let Jo read what she wants to read. And Meg got in another fight with Trixie (Trixie), feeling she's become the very thing she scolded Amy for. And speaking of, Amy comes in to complain that Discord is going too far in punishing her for bringing the emeralds, and she can't possibly keep up with the source material. Despite the liberties they've been taking, none are amused by this further breaking of the fourth wall.

Besides, they don't have time for dramatics, they have to go to a play! Only Meg and Jo are invited again, which makes me wonder what grants them such special privilege. Amy is pretty annoyed, especially since she remembers there being an extra ticket in the original novel. But wasn't she just the one complaining about adhering too close to the source material~? Oh sure, throw that in her face! With that, the two eldest March sisters accompany Laurie to the play, which is a Daring Do production. I guess that's why Jo isn't reluctant to go this time~

At the play, Laurie mentions to Jo that she read some of the pages she was sending in the mail. Like, were they loose pages? Why weren't they in an envelope? But the point is, she noticed Jo cut the Applejack character. Jo protests that Daring Do doesn't have a sidekick, and Laurie's retort is that Rainbow Dash ain't Daring Do. Jo's still put out, though, she wants to write stuff like this, and she indicates the play. Laurie points out that this stuff is already written. Jo finds this intimidating, but Laurie instead encourages her to use that fear to write something new. Of course, this long discussion interrupts the play and disturbs the patrons (all of whom are Discord).

Meg and Jo return home, having had a decent night besides that last bit I said. Shame Amy couldn't come! While Meg recounts the play to Beth, Jo looks for the manuscript she was working on before they left. It's not where she left it, so she asks Amy if she moved it. After first ignoring the question, Amy confesses she did move it. To someplace nice and warm. And we cut over to a view of the fireplace, where the last page of Jo's writing disappears into ashes. The other sisters are shocked, and Jo is furious, actually violently lunging at Amy.

After a brief Street Fighter parody, Marmee (Pinkie Pie) comes in and offers them some advice that whatever they're fighting over can't be as bad as they think in the long run. The advice is word-for-word from the novel, essentially about forgiving each other before you let it darken your tomorrow. Jo, however, isn't willing to let that go yet, and does darken her tomorrows when she won't forgive Amy. She keeps trying, and Jo keeps blowing her off--right up until the time she tries to cross the frozen lake too quickly and the ice breaks beneath Amy.

Thankfully, Amy is pulled back up and rescued. While she's recovering from being nearly frozen, Jo dotes on her, noting she must be getting better, as the latest sweater she made wasn't even that bad. Amy admits she gets frustrated how much attention Jo gets over her manuscripts, compared to the little notice anyone gives her crafts. Jo replies that at least Amy has the guts to try something new, she's just spinning her wheels trying to re-create the same things in her writing over and over. Amy hands over a handmade journal of sorts for Jo to write in, to make up for what she burned. And the comic closes out with their relationship repaired.

Another simple addition to a simple story, with likeable characters and decent lessons. No real complaints, though I’m still baffled by that Watchmen reference. Like, you have to assume the Venn diagram of Watchmen fans, MLP fans, and Little Women fans is a really small demographic, so who is it for?? It just seems very strange to include.

[seydaseven]

It was right, what Amos had said, what they had been doing differed from how they had been behaving. There was no purposeful game on her end, though it might have looked as such, as Şeyda had her walls up and kept him at a distance out of fear of getting hurt. The hot and cold actions, one day acting completely into him an their interactions to the next not speaking to him or trying to see him for nearly weeks, was done subconsciously. Her heart wanted to take a leap forward towards Amos yet her mind halted every action. "Sorry," she uttered and cast her eyes down for a moment, not liking that she'd left someone she cared about to question if she did care or have interest. "I think not knowing what you wanted from me... besides my body," her eyes were looking up into his again, and she laughed softly between them, "and the fun we were having, just put me in a weird headspace. I've always been the relationship girl." Şeyda shrugged a single shoulder. It sounded as though there were more than one in her past. Connecting with another on that level had been something avoided. Even dating had been a bit difficult. There was so much going on in her life and she knew she was a bit different in the romance department, so she mostly stayed out of the game. Because here she was, having feelings for someone when it was just supposed to be messing around. "I guess I kind of changed things up on you and the intent behind our connection." With her fingers gently curling into the fabric of his shirt Şeyda inched Amos a little closer to her. "I caught feelings," she smiled, "I'm a cautionary tale." As much as she had going on in her life with her family troubles and running her business, her mind was on him and on fantasizing what could be. "Good, because I like being around and I want more of it. More of you." There, she said it, her intentions were coming out.

For Şeyda, the importance was in the facts that they each wanted to try. That's where all the meaning was found, right? Where the effort was wanted and applied. So, she quietly pulled in a breath and nodded at Amos' statement. "I really want you to. I really want that." It was scary to admit that she wanted to be apart of someone's life in that way again. To dig in deeper and burrow into their side meant deepening their connection and opening herself up to potential hurt. She was tired of letting her fears rule her existence and keeping her away of what could make her happy. "And... I want to let you into my life too." What she could tell him and show Amos could make him run but for the first time Şeyda wanted to take that chance. It was a big step for her. It was hitting her that this conversation could've and should've happened earlier, that it could've saved them each from dancing around what they wanted and done away with the overthinking. Then again, maybe they had done things right, given space for things to breathe between them and grow. It was mature. They didn't burn right through all the stages and instead, without intention, allowed room for emotions. His playful tone and comments put a dimpled grin on her face and Şeyda enjoyed being in his hands and under his touch. Easily she could get lost in those blue eyes and finally wasn't trying to fight it. "I'm kind of excited for that. I've always wanted a Pretty Woman moment," she teased back. Curiosity was there on what pursuit looked like to Amos. What was he like as a romantic? The second kiss put another smile on her lips. "Saturday? I'll take the night off and we can spend it together. Any ideas or is it going to be a surprise?"

Although her question was almost rhetorical, Amos let his eyes scan her face carefully, almost as if he hadn't done several times before now. This thing between them, it was hard to understand sometimes. Most times. It felt like in a lot of ways, they walked on eggshells around each other and he didn't think it was because of fear of the other's reactions, but of their own reactions. He hadn't realized that he'd purposely put space between because his subconscious was aware of how much it would mean to him if she actually saw him as more than just the man that knew how to have a good time, that always had a smirk on his face, that made her smile. "I didn't--I just didn't know that you wanted to be close to me like that, you know? It's different to what we've been doing." He admitted slowly, a rare moment of vulnerability and his way to show that as much as he liked to act like he did, Amos didn't have all the answers. He was willing to put in the work though. Because the more that time passed, the more that he found himself thinking about her, wondering what she was doing, wondering if she thought about him as often as he did her and also wondering what exactly they were doing. Amos tilted his head to the side, his eyes soft, and reached for her other hand with his at her next words, unable to feel like without saying much, something was shifting between them. Like this conversation should have taken place long before to avoid all the confusion they'd dealt with the past few weeks. It meant the world to him that she was so willing to offer her support, probably because he knew that she could tell how big of a deal it was for him. "I'd like that, Shay. I like having you around."

"I'm not used to people wanting to see all sides of me. But I'll do my best to show you if you really want me to." Amos had dated so many people after his divorce, few of them seriously, most of them short-term. Despite his behavior, he was a man that followed his heart. That was why his career meant so much to him, everything that Amos de Leon did, he did it passionately. Matters of the heart though, had always took a second place in his life and it had taken his years to realize just how much it hurt him to choose the life that he had now. A life where everyone thought that he had everything that he wanted, but in reality, he spent most of it wondering what if things were different. From day one, Amos had realized that Şeyda did things differently, he could tell she tried to hold back. The first time that they'd hooked up, it was as surprising to him as it was for her, he'd figured they would never act on all the flirting. It would work out in their favor though, that she kept distance between them right after because without realizing it, their dynamic was giving Amos enough time to realize how much he wanted her around. A slow smile formed on his lips as she apologized, finding it endearing in a way. It seemed like they were on the same boat, so who was he to judge. "Got it. No, seriously, I got it. I'm gonna pursue you so hard, you're not gonna know what hit you." His tone of voice was playful as he lifted one of his hands to cup the side of her neck, blue eyes meeting with her dark ones before she leaned in for a small kiss. Amos grinned widely as she agreed to the date, nodding his head at her words before leaning back in for another soft, short kiss on the lips. "This weekend. Whenever you're free. Just let me know."

[vala-dreams]

So like I haven't completely thought it out but-

✨DP x HTTYD AU✨

In this au, Berk gains a few new residents, namely the Fentons. Originating from faraway lands, Jack and Maddie have sailed the oceans in their youth, searching for ghosts and ghouls and all sorts of paranormal spooks until they found the Barbaric archipelago and realised that there was way more spooky things going on here than anywhere else in the world.

They spent some more time sailing the archipelago before ultimately deciding to set up shop at Berk, which saw the most paranormal activity and was located closer to the foggy, mysterious Helheims gate than any other inhabitable isle.

Now what did the barbaric archipelago have in spades that the rest of the world only had in slivers? Paranormal activity. Paranormal activity and dragons.

In fact, according to Fenton research which is 100% accurate always don't worry about it, the places that see the highest levels of spooky happenings are also the places that see the most dragons. There must be some connection between dragons and spirits, they are sure, they just don't know what.

And hence the Fentons decide to settle down in Berk, where vikings and dragons libe together in not-harmony. Well to be honest, they don't live together per se, they stay in the same area code and throw hands on sight I guess.

The vikings are not initially all that welcoming of the Fentons, never outright disapproving of them, but they were given the cold shoulder quite often. It was painfully obvious that they had never seen a dragon up close, and their teenager like eagerness to see one made it even more so. Everyone had thought that they'd go running in the opposite direction after witnessing their first dragon raid.

And then the dreaded day of the raid finally arrived and the Fentons took out two zipplebacks at the same time. On the first day.

Accepting them wasn't half as hard after that.

Fast forward a few years till Jazz and Danny are born and Danny is fourteen.

The Fentons are a part of the village, despite still generally being regarded as weird and strange for wasting so much time with weird contraptions and spirits. But they kill their fair share of dragons and earn their keep, so its all fair and square. Everything is fine.

Everything except their son, Danny.

He's been off lately. Skipping dragon training, running off at the oddest of moments, especially during raids and still returning all banged up, despite never even fighting anymore. Widely regarded as a coward and freeloader, pretty much everyone disapproves of him.

Everyone except the chief's son, Hiccup.

Though they hadn't really spoken to each other before, Danny's newfound incompetence in dragon killing does garner sympathy from Hiccup. You can call it the connection between the two biggest failures of their respective generation. And it doesn't hurt that Danny and his sister were the only ones who were nice to him most days.

The movie goes on as in canon, Hiccup shoots down toothless, finds him in the cove, starts slowly befriending him, etc etc.

Meanwhile, Danny has been busy beating up ghosts. His parents were right when they said there was a connection between dragons and ghosts. Dragons are creatures of the in between, the domain between life and death. They are not of this world, or the other, but they exist in both. This meant that they could potentially travel to and from this othe world. Using dragon's blood and some spellwork, they came up with several different portals to this other realm, none of which actually worked. Especially this new one, which didn't even spit out billowing green smoke like all the other ones.

Until Danny walked over it and tripped. Apparently the portal needed a sacrifice. Fun.

And then he died but not really so now he's a half ghost boy desperately trying to not let his parents find out.

Also did I mention that portal did not close and the ghosts turn up whenever there's a raid? Yeah. They do that now. So now he has to run off to the portal in the caves below their house whenever there's a raid to prevent them from harming others.

Eventually he decides to find out what's the deal with ghosts showing up only during dragon raids and decides to turn intangible and fly on over to Helheims gate on night. And that night happens to be the same night hiccup and toothless fly too close to the nest and toothless gets hypnotized.

I'll decide what happens after that in the morning.

I'll probably also attempt to write this au

God I need sleep

[mercy-burning]

Your Favorite — Part 3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: As the summer comes to a close, Spencer and Y/N start feeling a shift in their relationship. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, thigh riding, exhibitionism, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, breeding kink, one line of daddy kink,  Word Count: 4.3k exactly, love how that turned out lol

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | MASTERLIST

NOTE: Thank you all for sticking with me through this long wait, I feel so bad for having to keep putting it off. But I’m very proud of where this ended up, and I’m so glad you’ve all been so excited about it! I had so much fun writing this story, so again, thank you very much for reading and indulging me in this weird fantasy lolol ❤ Love you guys! And, as always, thank you to the lovely Em ( @boldlyvoid ) for being my beta for this series! Your feedback and support has been a big help from the start, ILY

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AUGUST 12th

"I don't wanna hear a single word, understand?"

Not like I have a choice; As soon as the harsh whisper leaves Spencer's mouth, his hand is covering my own and my back is being pressed up against the wall of the storage closet.

But that's all he does. I wait for him to make a move, but instead he insists on being a tease.

"What? You've been trying to get my attention all night, and now that you have it, you're not gonna do anything with it?"

"I want you to do it for me," I mumble into his hand.

He shoves me harder into the wall and slots his knee in between my legs, spreading them apart and making me sigh.

"You wanted it so bad... So take it..."

Watching the amusement dance through his features as I grind down on his leg and whine into his mouth only excites me more, right next to the knowledge that downstairs the house is congested with people visiting to celebrate my mom's new promotion at work.

Needless to say, it doesn't take me very long to start feeling my stomach tense. My hips are wild as they roll over his leg, whines spewing from my mouth and into his hand. I look up into his eyes, doing my best to show him how much I could never grow tired of this, and he returns the favor by lifting his leg higher and giving me more friction.

In no time at all, I'm shuddering against him, feeling his hand press harder into my mouth to muffle the high-pitched whines that I can't help but expel.

"Nice and quick... Good girl..." Spencer muses, slowly peeling himself away from me. "You're really looking forward to being spoiled later, aren't you..."

The grin that spreads over my face is unwavering. "Definitely. Knowing Mom, she'll be passed out cold in like an hour."

I know I'm the one who brought her up, but it still stings a little when Spencer smiles fondly. "Yeah, she's a lightweight alright... You sure you can handle all this time without me until then?"

Despite the butterflies I get when he says it, mischievous and downright delectable, his hands reach out to grab my waist and pull me closer to him, I roll my eyes. "You underestimate me."

He studies my face for a moment, a pretty smile flashing before me in the dim light before he kisses my cheek. "Sure."

And when he leaves, I wait.

Minutes later, my skin still burns from his touch.

———

The moment my eyes open the next morning, it all comes back in flashes.

His lips are on my skin, travelling lower and lower...

His hands trail all over my body, featherlight in a way that leaves me with goosebumps.

His tongue starts slow, taking its time to taste me and savor every precious second.

His voice is like the sweetest prayer, whispering praises that leave my head dizzy and my heart pounding.

His lips languidly open and close around the most sensitive parts of my body, in tandem with that sweet, magnificent tongue as each action pulls sighs from the very depths of my soul.

His hands reach up and tangle with mine as he makes me come on his tongue, over and over again until I'm practically numb and the lull of sleep drags me under.

His hands now ghost over my bare skin, along my sides and down to my waist. I hum happily and push back against him when I feel it.

He's hard.

"How long before you think she wakes up?" he whispers in my ear.

"Not long... Maybe we... shouldn't risk i—"

The words fall off a cliff, never to be seen again when he slowly enters me, gripping my leg and forcing it over his own. "I'll be quick."

I can tell, though, that he doesn't want to be. It's present in the way he enters me, over and over with motions that feel rather stunted and definitely too rushed.

"Baby, no," I whine, reaching behind me to hold his hips still with one hand. "Fuck me slow... Don't rush..."

"But... Your mom..."

"Please..."

Spencer sighs, though not from exasperation. No, his breath is long and teeming with relief, hands gently roaming over the entirety of my body as his hips move slower. He's taking his time, relishing every second and feeling me gradually get more slick at his undoing.

His lips are on my neck, not providing marks to match the ones hidden on the inside of my thighs and my chest, but merely resting there. He kisses me in between gentle thrusts, letting out small whimpers of his own when I clench tightly around him.

This...

This is different.

We've had slow morning sex before, but never like this. Somehow, I find myself drifting, like I'm being carried away by his current. There's nothing but me, Spencer, and our breathing... Our bodies, our air, our souls...

This is what I imagine making love feels like.

Which is why I barely notice when it slips from my mouth— Three words that should feel more daunting due to the weight they hold and the way they ultimately change everything. And yet, whispering “I love you,” in a nearly breathless string of syllables feels incredibly natural. It’s more sincere than anything I think I’ve ever told him, so much so that I don’t even think about what it will mean in the long-run. Instead I let it fall from my lips again and again without regret or consequence.

He doesn't stop, either. Spencer continues to fuck me softly, like it's all he knows how to do. In fact, my confession only seems to make him relax more.

And that's what finally pushes me over the edge.

His name escapes my mouth in a whisper that sounds more like a plea not to leave, and he holds me closer to him. Our bodies are flush together, my back resting perfectly against his chest as he takes a few final thrusts and empties himself inside of me.

If we stayed like that forever, I could die happy.

And actually, that wouldn't be far from the truth, given that if we did stay here forever, my mom would certainly find us and kill us.

The thought makes me sigh.

"You have to leave..."

"I know..."

Spencer pulls me closer, squeezing me tight and giving me a long, bold kiss on the jaw before he rips himself away and takes my heart with him.

AUGUST 18th

Things are significantly different now.

After the morning I let slip that I love him, Spencer and I had been intimate once. We found ourselves alone while Mom was at the grocery store and instinctually came together.

It was quick, and it was fast and rough, and while it obviously felt good, something was off. But I knew it wasn't a physical problem. Like I said, it felt as good as any other time we'd been together, but it just wasn't right.

I hate it.

It hasn't even been a week since then, and I miss him. I miss our dynamic, and I miss the way I used to feel when he touched me.

So I stalk into the office and lean against the doorframe, watching Spencer as he goes through a large pile of paperwork. His hands and his eyes are moving at near light-speed, and the way he concentrates almost makes me feel bad for my intrusion—Honestly, I could have looked at him all damn day.

But there's a bigger plan in mind.

"What'cha up to?"

He looks up and greets me with a smile. "School starts in a few weeks. I'm just trying to get my coursework prepared."

"Oh... You... mind if I keep you company?"

"Not at all."

It's an innocent enough exchange, though I'm hoping I can change that. Mom doesn't get off work for another few hours, so it gives me ample time to do what I have planned.

I walk over and nudge his leg with my knee, and he lets me in. I climb on his lap, and after giving me a brief kiss on the cheek he returns to going through his paperwork.

My face turns and I nestle it into his neck. He hums softly when I kiss the skin under his jaw, once, and then twice, and then over and over in quick succession.

I can feel him smile. "What are you up to, princess?"

Hearing the nickname return in earnest makes me smile. I nip softly at his neck and run my tongue along it. "Mmm, trouble."

"Sounds like you," he mutters through a sultry sigh once I start going lower, kissing the top of his shoulder.

I slide my hands up the front of his chest and gently undo the top button, giving me access to more skin. "You love it when I make trouble..."

"Hmm, I'm not sure about that."

I slide off his lap then, crouching between his legs and looking up at him with a smile. "Really?"

All he does is look down at me, his pupils growing bigger by the second. So I continue my venture, sliding my hands up the insides of his legs until I reach the belt. "So you don't love when I do this?"

Spencer sighs, helping me by lifting his hips a little and letting me slide down layers of fabric until his dick is right in front of me.

I don't waste any time, taking him in my hand and bringing him to my mouth. He's still not entirely hard yet, but I don't mind at all. In fact, I let out a happy sigh just before I press kiss after kiss along the entire length of him. From base to tip, I take my time kissing and licking along the salty skin and giving him my full attention. I pull back and admire him, I smile, I kiss and I lick and I squeeze him with my hand... And when he's finally nice and hard, I take the head of his cock in my mouth and suck gently.

"Y/N..."

I hum around him, sinking further down until he hits the back of my throat, and then I come back up and repeat. It's slow. Maybe torturous even, but really I don't mean it to be.

Thankfully Spencer seems to be happy with my speed and technique; His eyes are on the verge of closing and his chest is heaving slowly, fingers gently caressing the sides of my face as I go down on him.

It's this same slow, steadying pace we'd taken before, and it's exactly what we needed.

I can feel his touch on my face, burning into my skin and marking me for all eternity. Likewise, the thick, throbbing weight of his cock sliding over my tongue and down my throat feels just like home— Like it's right where we're meant to be.

Once again, we fit together perfectly.

This epiphany sets a fire deep in the pits of my stomach, and just like that our spark is back again.

I look up and catch his eye, and he lets me keep it, forcing himself to keep his eyelids open to watch me. My pace remains consistent and slow, and and he brings both of his hands under my chin. The way he holds my face is so gentle, so loving and sensual that I nearly burst with tears at the sentiment alone, and it doesn't take long for him to start letting go.

He stutters my name when he comes, still using the pads of his nimble fingers to caress my throat. I take in and swallow each rope of cum until it's gone, and even then I keep him in my mouth, gently bobbing my head up and down just for the sake of feeling him inside me somehow.

But then he lifts me off of him and his dick falls limp in his lap. I sigh and lean down, kissing it a few times before just resting my head in his lap as he strokes my hair.

"You're right," Spencer says after a few moments.

"About what?"

"I do love when you make trouble."

We laugh, and I lift my head to look up at him.

"I know... It's your favorite."

"That it is, princess."

AUGUST 26th

I wish more than anything that this orientation would just end. My left foot is anxiously tapping the cool white tile of the floor as I wait to be next in line to grab my paperwork and get on my way— To home for what I'm sure will be a long weekend trying to find free minutes to steal with Spencer.

In another life it might have gotten tedious and painful sneaking around for so long, but I found it excited me. Sure, my feelings for Spencer were growing at an exponential rate, but ever since I visited him in our home office, we seemed to be getting back our groove— With an added flair I might add...

Each time we were together was more intense than the last. His hands got more possessive, his kisses got deeper and more passionate, and the way he looked at me?

I could swear I felt him falling just as deep as I was.

The smile it all brought to my face in that moment fell a little short when they called me next in line, and I fell into a joyful step forward to collect my things.

When I get home, though, things aren't as joyful.

The first thing I notice is that Spencer's car isn't in the driveway or even on the street. He's usually here on weekends, so I wonder if he's out for something, or even out with my mom on a lunch date or something.

I try not to think about that thought too much and step inside, hoping to at least enjoy the silence for a little while, lest they really are out together.

I think I'm out of the woods when I hear the television, a laugh track of some kind, but then it turns into the Friends theme blaring through the speakers, and my heart nearly falls into the pit of my stomach.

There's only one reason Mom would be watching Friends. She swears up and down that she hates it, but it always ends up on TV when there's one specific thing she's going through, because "Hearing them complain about their stupid problems make me feel better about my own!"

Her own problem being a breakup.

For a moment I wonder if maybe Spencer had told her about us. Or maybe she found something somehow that would give us away. I make my way slowly through the space until I reach the living room, my brain making up every possible horrendous outcome— Not even to prepare for the blow, because I know that absolutely nothing could prepare me for the wrath of my mother in any situation... I simply can't help myself from feeling guilty and heartbroken as my stomach churns and my heart beats so loud I can barely hear the TV anymore.

When I come into her view, Mom freezes and lets out a large breath of shaky air. The small tub of ice cream in her hands shakes just as much, and I can tell she's trying her hardest not to burst into tears.

I've never seen her this upset before. Normally it's just anger and annoyance, but this time she looks utterly broken.

"M—Mom?" I stutter, even though she probably can't even hear what I'm saying over the TV. I still don't know if she knows about my involvement with Spencer, but I feel like she'd be more angry with me than sad, so I figure it's safe to come closer.

The moment I take a step forward, she sets the ice cream on the floor and opens her arms to me, a choked sob forcing its way out. It almost makes me cry, just seeing her this heartbroken, and in an instant I'm running to her and snuggling into her side as she hugs me.

"What happened?" I will myself to ask, even though I still have no idea what it means for me. Maybe that's selfish, but if he's taking himself out of Mom's life, surely that has to mean he's removing himself from mine as well, right? And if he's just leaving without saying anything... God, that would ruin me, too.

Still, I wait to hear what Mom will say.

"He broke up with me," is all she says, through a long and tired sigh. She mutes the TV and then holds me tighter. I can feel that there's pure sadness controlling her every movement, and it crushes me.

"Why?"

"I don't know, he just... He said he didn't love me, and he wasn't feeling it anymore."

"That's all?"

"Uh huh... It was so sudden, too, like... I thought we were really getting along, and I just... I don't understand how he couldn't feel it... I felt all of it, and he just... He felt nothing. How could he feel nothing?"

I really don't know what to say anymore... It seems to me like Spencer really told her the truth and ended their relationship because he didn't feel anything for her anymore, but... I always knew he had to have felt something... I guess I just didn't realize someone could fall out of it so quickly.

The guilt overwhelms me then, when it dawns on me that I made him fall out of it so fast. I was there, taking up small moments of his time until, eventually, I'd taken up so much of it that it wasn't just his time I was stealing, but also his love. His fire, and his passion... Month by month, day by day, I was draining the love he had for my mom and distilling it to meet my own desires.

And now, here I am, in my mothers arms as she weeps over a man she truly loved, all because he and I were selfish and treasonous.

If Spencer decides he still wants to be with me after this, I really don't know if I could do it. Even after all this time... After all this trouble and guilt and glorious treason...

He could never really be mine.

———

Y/N,

I knew this day would come from the moment I met you. Of course, I didn't know how far my feelings would take me, but in the end I knew I would one day have to leave you and your mother behind.

Day by day my feelings for you grew stronger, and it wasn't until you told me you loved me that August Thirteenth that I realized I loved you, too. What we had was always dangerous, but by then my heart was focused solely on you, and I could feel your mother slipping from my grasp.

I pretended for as long as I could, but now you've taken up so much space in my brain that when Eve pulled me near, I almost sighed out your name instead. I knew then that no longer could I "keep up appearances," as I often like to tell you.

Maybe one day you and I can find our way back to each other, but for now, I think it's for the very best that we go our separate ways.

In my wildest dreams I will think of you fondly, and I can only hope that you might do the same.

Always Yours, Spencer

JUNE 19th, SEVEN YEARS LATER

There are so many things I'm thinking about when I come home tonight.

One: I'm a little tipsy and completely fucked out, which reminds me of that night I came home in the exact same state, only to find my mom's old boyfriend, Spencer, unable to sleep and to stop staring at my bare legs. The memory brings a smile to my face.

Two: My feet fucking hurt and I want to get these goddamned shoes off.

Three: The ghost of Spencer's smile when he saw me for the first time in seven years burns in the back of my mind, right next to the ghost of his hands caressing my skin like it had been the first time.

Four: How am I going to spend the rest of the summer back in town knowing what it feels like to have fucked him at all without an ounce of guilt attached to it?

Five: Am I going to tell my mom that I slept with her ex-boyfriend tonight?

Six: Fuck, I'm hungry...

My heels come off as soon as I step through the door.

The light is on, and I can hear Mom laughing in the kitchen with Adam from far away, which brings a fond smile to my face. I'm glad that she's finally happy, with someone who doesn't make me want to fall to my knees, thank you very much.

And truthfully, if I hadn't ran into Spencer at all tonight, I'm not sure I ever would have thought about that whole situation again— It was fucked up, he ended up leaving both of us, and Mom was so deeply devastated after their breakup that I didn't have the heart to tell her I missed him too. I just buried it deep down and tried to move on right alongside her, eventually erasing his memory from my mind, body, and soul.

Well, almost.

There were days, obviously, where his letter hummed inside my pillowcase where he left it, whether I brought it to college or kept it at home, or it sat soundly in my new apartment. His words were always there, spilling into my dreams and dancing with me through our memories; tangled tongues and limbs, wild nights and passionate mornings...

I'd wake up feeling hot to the touch and missing him completely.

Thankfully those days were few and far in between, and for a while I'd stopped thinking of him altogether.

But of course, it turns out that Spencer Reid is in fact, pretty damn inevitable.

That bar downtown was packed, so it was a wonder I'd even ran into him of all people in the first place. What he was doing there I didn't know. And neither do I now, because from the moment we laid eyes on each other, it was this constant state of shell-shock and fire, nothing else. He asked briefly about Mom, I told him she'd been married for four years, and then he joked about how he was surprised I hadn't tried to steal him from her.

Naturally, with that ever so playful look in his eye practically taunting me, I played to his joke and responded with a sultry smile, "The only one I ever wanted to steal was you, Doctor..."

The rest wasn't exactly a blur, but all I'm going to say is that we spent the rest of our time together at his apartment, "catching up on lost time"... And as much as I'd grown out of the submissive role sexually over the years, I found myself crawling back, submitting to him like I'd done it a million times over. And, really, I might as well have.

It's like we'd never stopped.

That being said, I declined his offer to stay the night and told him to give me a call some time before I left to go back to Seattle. Though, not without giving him a thousand goodbye kisses that were rather counterproductive.

Thinking about it makes my cheeks burn hot, though thankfully it's summer, and Mom won't have to question it. Though, if she does, I suppose I could keep it short and sweet and tell her the truth at the very least: that I met up with an old friend who showed me a good time.

"Hey'a, Sweetpea," she greets with a bright wave. She and Adam are obviously a little tipsy, more than me by the looks of it, but I pay it no mind. "How was you're night?"

"Great! Went to a few bars downtown, met up with some friends..."

"Oh, good, well we're glad you got back safe."

I snag a bottle of water and an apple from the fridge, then turn back around to see Mom and Adam snuggled in, sharing a smile that would make even the happiest person on the planet sick to their stomach.

Oddly enough, it reminds me of back then, when she was with Spencer, happier than ever and completely oblivious to what was going on in her daughter's life.

The thought makes my stomach flutter, taking me back to earlier in the night when he had his hands tangled in my hair and his mouth attached to my skin, spewing filthy words and praises that had me begging for more...

"I missed you, princess," he whispers, holding himself deep inside me. His fingers brush the matted hair from my face, revealing more of my saccharine smile and eyes that swim with mischief.

"I missed you too," I whine, reaching out and grabbing handfuls of his ass, shoving him even farther inside me and wrapping my legs around him tighter. "...Daddy..."

Spencer loses all semblance of cool, pulling back and slamming into me with full force. I—

"Y/N?"

I blink away his memory, reminding myself of where I am and what I'm doing, finding Mom looking at me with a curious gleam in her eye.

"What are you thinking about?"

With a small smile, I nod in her direction. "Oh, uh... You'll never believe who I ran into tonight."

———

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Enough For Me

Request: "Congratulations on 1k!!! you deserve it, you’re a really good writer. Can i request prompt 12 “please don’t cry” angst to fluff with yuuta from jjk. thank you, congrats."

12. "please, don't cry."

↠ Pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x Reader

↠ Warning: angst to fluff

↬ Word Count: 1.5k

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event

When did every thing become so loud?

One minute you were similing. Laughing loud with a hint of the obvious enjoyment masked on your features. Then second you're staring to nowhere but silence greeting you. An expression so dim that the light in your eyes wasn't present as well. Left at the forest training grounds, the others had already gone back to their dorms. You told them you were staying for a bit for extra training when in reality, you were looking for an outlet without anyone witnessing your hour of vulnerability.

Stupid clan and their elders. As disrespectful as it may sound, you understood now why Gojo despises them. Loud it was to the point it deafens your ears; the murmurs of a child cast away from the bloodline because of the mockery it holds. A no good sorcerer was never welcome in families like yours. People would still chew on your head even when you have your backs turned on them. So frustrating it was to shoulder a burden of their devilish gossip and expectations.

At first it was alright. You handled it well. But to the extent where one of the higher ups brought it up during a meeting? How many people know of you and the disappointment you carry?

Gojo had his fist clenched that day. Maki understood you more than anyone, having to be someone who ran away from her clan as well. Inumaki and Panda did their best in comforting you, telling you that humans are weird to drag other humans down when they're the same race. That was just being so entitled, said Panda. You however, convinced your comrades you were fine. You were used to it. And it was fine.

It didn't matter what other's say as long as other's knew you for what you weren't, right?

That doesn't mean you couldn't help but become overwhelmed of the impact they had on you. Like knives forcefully shoved their ways through your heart. The pack of negative energy should've been enough to form a large curse that could take you.

Loud it was indeed. To have so many people shit their way into your life when you only wanted to live yours and not bother theirs.

You gulped down the heavy lump in your throat. Caught up in the fog of profanities from the world. Who were you kidding, you weren't Maki who can handle all this thrown at her. Tumbling and falling, that was all you knew about yourself in your whole life. The nails that grip in your palms pierced through the skin as blood trickles down, no amount of pain could level the amount of pent up emotions you buried in your heart.

Perhaps you've were born in the wrong time and place. If only you were a simple civilian, maybe life wouldn't be so bad. A loving family would be there, instead of the ones that were throwing their unfulfilled dreams to their children and controlling of their destiny.

The look in your mother's eyes will forever haunt you. Looking already as tired as you were, her eyes spoke more emotion than you could ever endure as loveless, empty ones met your teary gaze that very day.

"I only wanted a daughter who could've done so much for me as I've given her life after birth."

Your heart throbs, soon you were down on the dirt covered ground on your knees. The weight of her words colliding in the world you swore was a safe space for you. It shouldn't matter. Not when they've cast you away and yet, no matter what there is, she was still your mother.

And still the pain is as fresh as ever coming from the one you used to call, "family."

As loud as your world was, your cries were louder and clearer this very night. As if with all your might, you wanted to scream from above on how this was truly unfair. Wanting someone— anyone to hear you curse at the world you were forced to live in. It hurts your lungs, it was indeed hard to grasp small bits of oxygen when your insides felt like they were shrinking from the compact.

You wish you could scream at your mother that deep inside you still loved her. Even as a child who never received the motherly love they deserved, you loved her dearly. It was by instincts and the remains of your vision as a baby, being held in someone arms in hushing your cries.

The surface felt so firm unlike you remembered how it was when you were young. Yet the warm embrace felt nostalgic as it shielded you from the cold blistering wind of the night, you find yourself searching against the surface without a care of any danger or anything anymore. You wanted to be comforted for once. To not feel alone.

"Please don't cry."

Small hushes drowned out your sobs, an arm wrapped firmly around your waist while the other pets your head at the outmost caring matter. Curling closer, your hand held the one on top of your head. Taking in the rough texture, but reminding yourself that someone was now here in your time of need. Here after being away most of the times.

"Yeah, it's me." sensing your troubles as he averts his gaze away from you as if he was embarrassed. "I heard what happened. I managed to finish up much just to get here." next to him was the blade he carries around. Probably less hazardous as to why he place it down.

"Yuta.." sobbing as you clutched on the white material he wore. He immediately reverts back to soothing you in your distressed state. Something about the way he holds you only made you tear up more. It broke his heart in pieces to see you hold onto him as if he was the only person left to anchor yourself. And here he thought he had it worse back then, your body language brought this resemblance to the girl he used to hold just as he was doing now.

"Shh, I promise you that none of those words said about you is true."

Easier said, he knew that. It was easy to reassure someone of their thoughts, but it's not that easy to erase. The mind is a wondrous and torturous place to be in. Old memories can be dug out to the surface and you'd still feel the emotion like it just happened yesterday. Oh if you had Yuta's vision of you, you'd believe in his words.

A strong role model like you is exactly the reason why Yuta aims to be the strongest as well. To help people realize that strength isn't found in the words of other human beings, but within yourself. Yes, it's a harsh world we live in. Those who feel lowly amongst themselves would drag those above them. And those who feel the surge of entitlement snarls at those below them.

But no matter who it is that doubts you, and your potentials, there would always be someone behind you, with the glimmer in their eyes, you are their hope and inspiration in some ways.

That is what Yuta murmurs next to your ear, your cries now subsided to focus on his voice. "You're doing great. We've seen it. I've seen it." facing you with his boyish smiles, you wondered how'd this guy who came looking like a ragged mess become someone twinkling brighter than the stars above the night sky. It was contagious, it made you smile so minimal.

"There's that pretty smile." chuckling, he pats your head softly like treating a little kid. Yuta knows deep down that he can't fully resolve the thoughts inside of you— one of these days you'll have these moments again. And it saddens him because he's often away from you. Yet he's breathless at the fact that you're able to hold yourself off with all these tormenting you.

"You're amazing, darling." came out lower than a whisper before his lips closed in with yours. Last time he kissed you boy was he sweating buckets. He wasn't even as bold as now to be able to initiate first and pull you flush against his chest. But the erratic pace of his heart still was the same as ever. The loudness that had clouded you vanished. All you could hear now were pleasant chorus played by the crickets of the night and the wind lacing together throughout the atmosphere.

He promises to do much more with you for the time being. Help you mend the wounds no one can see and assist with the battles you two could only share and understand. One day as he stated before he would walk through the doors of your clan and prove to them that you were the diamond in the rough they've thrown but he's found.

You were his own butterfly. Beautiful to his eyes, you bestowed your wings; and to yours you cannot see but for people to admire.

"Give yourself more credit. You've done so much, my love."

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kiss kiss | sakusa kiyoomi <3 

this is the my favorite sakusa mini fic i’ve written yet :)) and my longest work! over 2000 words! 

“i don’t think i’ll ever understand the concept of kissing,” sakusa mumbles to komori as he leans down to tie his shoes. his shoes are already tied, but he needs to do something to hide his face for a couple of seconds. naturally, his curls fall to the sides of his face, just as he expected. 

komori quickly whirls around with a :) and a :0 face combined. “what was that??” he teases and crouches down to see his cousin’s hidden face. 

“i was just sayin’“ sakusa shrugs off. “it’s just people touching lips and sharing saliva. it’s disgusting. why people do it? i’ll never understand.” after dusting off his hands, sakusa gets up from the bench and stands up, having forgotten his tall height and head bumping right into a light. 

sakusa grimaces and rubs his head, trying his best to pretend it didn’t hurt at all. “stupid light,” he grumbles as he walks away. komori watches on, trying his best not to laugh while making a mental note to watch out for the low lights. 

~~~

“komori.” 

“hiya!” komori looks up at his cousin while continuing to stretch out his legs. 

“...have you ever kissed anyone?”

“...like, full on make-out?” komori quietly asks as he makes kissy hands to demonstrate. sakusa immediately frowns and crouches down. 

“stop making those weird gestures,” sakusa quietly scolds. “it’s embarrassing...” 

“what’s there to be embarrassed about?” komori softly chuckles while nervously scratching the back of his head. “why do you ask?” 

sakusa’s eyes divert away. “...just curious to know.” 

“well....” komori taps his chin in thought. “there’s this one friend i’ve kissed before. but it wasn’t anything too serious...”

sakusa looks at the ground below him, wondering if he should sit his whole butt down or keep crouching. he decides to keep asian-squating. “so how’d you initiate the kiss? like what did you do?” 

“...i think we’re supposed to be practicing receives right now,” komori sheepishly says while pointing at their teammates all practicing. the bump sounds and shoe creaks suddenly becomes audible to sakusa. 

“oh.” and with that, sakusa gets up and walks toward the pile of volleyballs. 

~~~

“remember the question i asked you last week?” sakusa breathes through his mask as he and komori jogs down the streets. he’s overly dressed for a jogger, especially in spring. everyone’s surprised he can move so freely in such a heavy jacket. 

“...what..... question?” komori asks, glancing at his cousin before looking back at the road in front of them. 

“you know what question.” 

“...i dont?” komori pants as he slows down his jogging pace. 

“the question....that....made you...do weird hand....gestures” 

“ohhhh the kissing question?” 

sakusa nods and moves to the side to avoid the kids walking toward them. 

“i’ve already told you....i’ve only kissed one person before. say, why’re you curious in my love life?” komori teasingly elbows sakusa as they come to a walking pace. 

sakusa annoyingly elbows him back. “is it so bad i want to know?” 

“it’s just not like you,” komori chuckles. at the sight of a bakery in front of them, his eyes immediately lightens up. “we should go there!!” 

sakusa’s eyes meet where komori’s pointing, then meets komori’s face, wondering if his cousin will share answers if he agrees. “okay. but back to my question about initiating the kiss.” 

“well, you’ll have to find someone you want to kiss first,” komori laughs. “and i don’t think you’ve found that person, judging from the way you always judge couples and bad breath.” 

“don’t be so quick to assume things,” sakusa grumbles under his mask. 

“anywaysss, you kinda have to know that the other person wants to kiss you too, ya’know?” 

“i don’t know,” sakusa dryly says, stating out the obvious. 

“yeah, tell me something i didn’t know,” komori replies and opens the bakery front door. waves of freshly baked bread fill their noses. komori dramatically inhales and exhales. sakusa lowers his mask. a little “ding” rings as the door opens and closes. 

“it’s so warm in here!” komori happily exclaims. “you sure you’re not gonna became toast yourself with that jacket on?” 

sakusa rolls his eyes. 

“back to the kissing topic,” komori starts. “consent is really important! you have to make sure they want to kiss you. and to know, just before kissing, you have to ask.” 

“lower your voice,” blushy-faced sakusa mumbles. “there’s people looking at us weirdly.” 

“not at me weirdly,” komori remarks. “just at you!” 

“i don’t know why i talk to you sometimes.” 

“i’ll pretend i didn’t hear that!” komori happily bounces over to the counter and tells the pretty cashier his order.  “kiyoomi, you want anything?” 

“no, not really.” 

“okay!” komori excitedly accepts his paper bag full of baked goods and eagerly munches into a chocolate croissant. “i was thinking that maybe we can stop and eat for a while” 

komori eating = less judgmental komori. who is he kidding, sakusa knows he himself is the most judgmental person he knows. “okay” 

as sakusa pulls out a seat facing away from the door, a little “ding” rings through the bakery. 

“oh look!” komori munches. “it’s y/n! hi y/n!”

sakusa’s stomach drops. his hands have never felt so clammy and cold before. maybe if he stays completely still, then you won’t notice him. 

“hi y/n!” komori calls again. 

“we’re going home. stop- stop stop stop we’re going home. i need to go home,” sakusa hastily mutters under his breath and gets up so fast, suddenly wishing his mask can cover his whole face. since you’re standing at the doorway, he waits until you walk inside to walk out. 

komori quickly gathers his stuff and says a quick apology to you. “sorry about him! well, we’ll catch ya later!” 

confused, yet unfazed, you give him a little smile and waves back. 

~~~

“so how was it?” 

“...not good,” sakusa’s face and curls fall into his hands. he groans and falls back on the his bed. “anyways, i need to study-” 

“no no no, i need to know!” komori insists. “most people’s first kiss isn’t that great so...you’re not the only one.” 

“how am i even supposed to see them again,” sakusa groans again and squirms around on the bedsheets. “it was so bad. so bad. so so bad. so so sooooo bad-” 

“do you have thoughts about kissing them again??” 

“yes,” he mumbles and swiftly grabs the nearest pillow and hugs it to his chest,  hiding his face in the process. “all the damn time.” 

“then it didn’t go as bad as i thought!” komori exclaims. 

~~~

“so you’re not gonna tell me how it went?” 

“why’re you so nosy???” sakusa scrunches up his nose. 

“you were the one who asked about my first kiss first,” komori defends, pulling back in playful offense. 

“like i said, it wasn’t good.” 

“how was it not good?” 

“the kissing tutorial videos didn’t work.” 

“....you watched kissing tutorials????!!” 

“komori motoya, if you don’t be quiet i swear-” 

“did they at least want to kiss you?” 

“...i don’t even know if we’re...together. this is so embarrassing. i was too impatient. i shouldn’t have. i rushed things. they didn’t even tell me they like me. what if they just went along with it and didn’t actually want-”

“i think you’re overthinking too much...” 

“can we just walk to school in silence?” 

“after you tell me first! i can give advice!” 

“i nearly missed their lips. and i froze up when we actually made contact. i was stiff. i couldn’t move. plus my mask shifted upward and completely interrupted us, which i’m kinda thankful for.”

komori stifles a laugh. “so...what’re you gonna do for your second one?” 

~~~

“i saw them with his stupid, ugly guy who if you put his teeth next to a beaver’s, no one would be able to tell the difference.” 

“....we all know you’re not the nicest person, but isn’t that a little mean..and a bit of an exaggeration?” komori chuckles and shifts his foot inside his volleyball shoes. 

“they have poor, poor taste in men.” 

“well...they did kiss you once...” 

“i don’t know anymore,” sakusa sighs. “i need to just focus on volleyball.” 

~~~

“i hate it here. absolutely hate. it. here.” with a grumble he tosses his clothes on his backpack and pads across the gym to get his water bottle. 

komori side-eyes his cousin. whether or not to ask what he’s talking about, even though he knows exactly what–no, who–he’s talking about. 

“is this volleyball related?” komori asks when sakusa walks back. 

... 

“you’ve never given up anything you’ve set your heart on,” komori kindly reminds him. “so why’re you giving up now?” 

“because all the things i’ve done, i was in completely control of” sakusa swings his backpack over his shoulder. “i can’t control other people’s feelings....nor do i want to.” 

“did something bad happen?” komori dashes to catch with his cousin, and the tea. 

“guess who i saw them with again? beaver guy.” 

“i heard they’re just classmates though,” komori gently reminds sakusa, hoping it’ll somewhat clear his senses. he jogs toward a mini puddle and jumps right into it. sakusa grimaces at the water splashes. 

“it doesn’t matter. i don’t care about them anymore. they can have beaver guy so they want. i’m one of the best volleyball players in the country, and i’m ...somewhat good looking, and i’m tall...their loss.” 

komori searches for more puddles. 

“is it because of my personality?” sakusa quietly says. when he sees his cousins jumping into more puddles, he rolls his eyes. “komori, i’m being serious here” 

“when are you not?” komori calls back. he jogs back to sakusa and says, “what makes you think it’s your personality?” 

“well....let’s not talk about it.” 

“...” komori glares at him. 

“well....they’re all smiles around other people and like :/ around me. and y’know, my cleanliness. not that i would change for anyone, but i’m just sayin’” 

“if they really liked you then, you wouldn’t want you to change. although, you can be nicer sometimes....just a little” komori cheekily says. 

“...you’re right,” sakusa sighs. 

~~~

“update: beaver guy’s no longer in their life. he tried to make a move on them and they didn’t like it so they cut him out of their life.” 

“wait whaaat? it’s been days since you last talked about y/n. what-” 

“can you not say their name so loud???” 

“so beaver guy pulled a move on them?” 

“yes. and they cut him off because he took advantage of their niceness.” 

“...” 

“so technically what happened to beaver guy also happened to me.” 

komori shakes his head. “y/n hasn’t cut you out of their life....they still talk to you sometimes! and even asked if you wanted to walk home, which you-” 

he points an accusing finger at sakusa. “which you said no to >:(” 

“don’t point, it’s rude.” sakusa looks away. 

“what’d you say no???” 

“i didn’t want to appear desperate.” 

~~~

“so...how long are you gonna stare at the ceiling? we’re supposed to be doing measurements right now.” 

“oh sorry,” sakusa slightly bows down and quietly adds, “i walked them home yesterday.” 

komori loudly gasps, which he apologizes for when everyone turns to look at him. “whaaat,” he whispers. “what happened?” 

“i walked them home and then walked myself home, that’s what happened.” 

“you’ve gotta be kidding me. give the details!”

“there’s nothing too important that happened. other than my confession.” 

._. “and you’re saying nothing important happened??” 

“turns out they like...me...too” sakusa stutters. his ears are bright red. “i feel like i’m gonna throw up.” sakusa’s hands presses against his stomach.

“the good kinda throw up?” 

“there’s no such thing as a ‘good throw up’“ sakusa barks back. 

~~~

“y/n looked really happy and cheerful today and so do you...which i thought i’d never see...” 

normally, sakusa would jab his cousin if he heard that, but today, he chooses to ignore it. 

“so what’s going on??” 

“nothing much. just some kissing,” sakusa says. his whole face is glowing. 

“remember when you said kissing was gross?” 

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” sakusa brushes off. “and you better not tell y/n i think they’re gross when i clearly don’t >:(” 

~~~ 

“hand-holding huhhhh?” 

“their hands were cold, that’s why.” 

“why am i so invested in your relationship,” komori softly chuckles to himself. “y’all are cute.” 

“it does feel nice to have someone to talk to about these things,” sakusa quietly says. komori pulls back in surprise. 

“well, i’ll always be here for ya! but don’t you dare try rubbing your relationship in my face.” 

“i’d never. i know what it’s like to be single.” 

“???? that’s the most non-sympathetic thing i’ve ever heard! obviously, everyone knows what it feels like to be single” komori rolls his eyes. 

~~~

“people are saying y/n’s dating me for my money.” 

“ignore them >:(” 

“people keep saying that y/n probably get no action and that i don’t even touch them.” 

“like i said, ignore those stupid people” 

“i wish it can be that easy,” sakusa sighs. 

~~~

“i’ve lost track of how many times i’ve kissed them.” 

komori jokingly pulls back in disgust. “no one keeps track, dummy.” 

“i’d say about 43 times” 

~~~

and now sakusa kisses you like he’s a starved man who hasn’t eaten in days 😐 basically, engulfing you. long, passionate kisses that gets your heart pounding every time. 

and that’s it for now :)) tell me what you think! <3

[shoutaaizawas]

↳ keigo takami x fem!reader → ❝shiny things❞

summary: hawks has more bird-like tendencies than you initially thought. he likes to present you with odd items as gifts and finally you figure out why word count: 2,406 tags/warnings: fluff, hawks being a bird a/n: uhh i don’t know i love the bird man

sequel “preening”

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Dating Hawks was unusual for a list of reasons. He was a pro hero so that meant he was very busy, in the public eye, and couldn’t tell you everything. Then there was the way Hawks had been raised. After a while of dating, he trusted you enough to open up and tell you about his childhood. It shed a lot of light on the things he did in your relationship. But perhaps the least expected thing was his bird-like habits.

It wasn’t unusual for people with animal-like quirks the show similar traits to said animal. Selkie and Gang Orca came to mind although they looked more like their animal counterparts than Hawks did. Perhaps that was why you didn’t expect it from him.

At first, you thought he was joking. You had been dating for a while enough to know each other well enough to start to develop feelings. Hawks flew in to meet you for a coffee date in between work. The wind-blown hair and charming smile always made your heart skip a beat.

“Look what I found.” He said, his tone of voice sounded like an excited kid. He held out his hand present the shiny blue marble. You glanced up at him wondering if he was joking but he looked happy to present this offering. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt his feelings even if you didn’t quite understand.

“Wow, where’d you find this?” You asked taking it and holding it up in the light to examine it.

“I found it on patrol.” He said. “It was shining in the light and caught my eye. Don’t worry I washed it off.” He reassured. That almost made you laugh.

“It’s pretty.” You said. That wasn’t a lie, in its own way it was pretty but you could honestly say you had never met someone over the age of ten present a marble with such excitement.

“It’s for you.” He said with a smile that melted your heart. The sentiment wasn’t lost on you even if you were trying to wrap your head around it.

“Thank you, you’re too sweet.” You told him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

The next time that happened you were more prepared for it. It was a perfect day, the sky was clear, and the weather cool. The salty breeze from the ocean filled the air around you as you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend. The sun was sinking into the horizon leaving a beautiful sunset.

Hawks spotted something, his eyes widening as he let go of your hand and rushed forward. He leaned down picking up something from the ground. Brushing it off he stood and returned to your side.

“Look!” He said in an excited voice holding his open hand up to you. You smiled at the way his wings fluttered in excitement behind him.

“What is it?” You asked putting one hand underneath his as you looked. There was a small shiny green object, it almost looked like a rock.

“It’s a piece of sea glass! It’s normal glass that ends up in the ocean, it takes like fifty years of tumbling around in the water to look like this.” He said. Looking at it, it was pretty. The frosted texture was unique you realized as you picked it up. He closed your hand over it. “Keep it.” He smiled.

You smiled at him sliding the sea glass in your pocket for safekeeping. This wasn’t the last time that he gave you an odd gift with a genuine spirit. You always smiled when he presented the items with pride and excitement, his feathers puffed up.

It was a night that you were spending with Hawks at his fancy apartment when things started to make more sense. You had made him dinner and were enjoying a bottle of wine now.

Hawks wasn’t a drinker but since you met him you had gotten him to like wine. It wasn’t unusual for you to share a bottle. It always amused you the pink tint on his cheeks and how relaxed he got.

The view from Hawks balcony was nice, a perfect city skyline. The love seat there was comfy and so was your position resting against Hawks, one of his winds draped around you keeping you close and protecting you from the cold night. The candles lit around you gave off a dim glow.

You looked at your empty glass and his. As much as you didn’t want to get up you did want more wine so you would have to sacrifice your comfort for a moment.

“Let me get you more.” You said taking his glass in your hand before standing up. He made a noise of complaint at the loss of contact.

“I can get it.” He said. You leaned forward pressing a kiss against his lips, your free hand grazing his cheek.

“Let me, relax here. I’ll be right back.” You said before walking into the apartment. You entered his nice kitchen grabbing the bottle on the counter. There was enough for one glass. You looked at the full bottle on the counter. It wouldn’t hurt to open up another, you could always save the rest if you didn’t finish it.

Opening a drawer you looked for the wine opener. This one had normal utensils in it. The one below it had towels. It was the third drawer down that was odd.

It was full of random items, rocks, stray earrings, buttons, and other odds and ends. It wasn’t your usual junk drawer. All of the items had a certain shine to them. Your mind was immediately pulled to the random things Hawks had presented to you so happily.

You let out a small gasp as it all clicked. He was a bird. Well, not literally but it seemed he shared more traits with the animal than you had originally guessed. Looking at all the items you knew that he cared for them enough to keep them in his house.

A smile met your lips thinking about how excited he always was as he handed you the shiny thing he had found. It was so sweet that he gave them to you instead of keeping it for his own collection. Had he even been keeping anything for himself since he met you?

Your heart felt full as you closed the drawer and looked for the wine opener. Hawks was already so sweet and somehow this odd quirk of his added on to it.

Returning to the balcony you sat down next to him handing him his glass before pulling him in for a deep kiss. Your free hand tangled in his feathers and you could feel him sigh against your lips.

“What was that for?” He questioned pulling back with pink cheeks and a content smirk.

“Nothing, I just really like you.” You smiled.

“Well, I really like you too.” He said before pulling you in for another kiss.

“So I gave her this shiny rock and she was so happy, I love the way she smiles when I give her stuff.” Hawks gushed about you to Mirko often. The rabbit hero was patient in listening to him but would often roll her eyes at how head over heels he was.

“Wait, so you’re telling me the kind of gifts you’ve been giving her are shiny rocks and marbles?” She questioned. “Please don’t tell me you’ve stolen french fries from tourists to give to her.” Hawks gave her a questioning look.

“I always give her the shiny stuff I find now.” He said.

“And she hasn’t dumped you?” She questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Wow, she must really like like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“A lot of girls like shiny things but they usually prefer bracelets, necklaces, rings, or even cars if you’re really trying to spoiler her. Maybe a designer pair of shoes or a purse.” She said thoughtfully. “Most girls would have left by now if they were given shiny debris from their boyfriend.”

Hawks stood there frozen trying to process what she was saying.

“Trust me, I get it, Hawks. The animal tendencies can be strong but you have to recognize them and adjust. Find a way to fill that urge but in a way that your partner will appreciate more.”

“I didn’t even realize it.” Hawks said in a quiet voice. “Oh no she’s probably hated all the stuff I’ve been giving her and has just been nice to me.” He groaned.

Mirko patted him on the shoulder.

“Happens to the best of us. I nibbled on my first crushes sleeve. There are some things you’ll never forget how embarrassing they were.” She sighed, staring off in her memory.

“That’s rough.” Hawks said. “I’m just glad you told me before she got too weirded out. I really like her, I don’t want to ruin it with her.”

“That’s what friends are for to help you with your blind spots.” She explained. “And Hawks, if she stuck around this long I don’t think you’re scaring her off with shiny marbles.” She teased.

Hawks felt so embarrassed. He had no relationship experience. His childhood had not been a normal one, he didn’t go to middle school or high school. He didn’t go on awkward dates or take someone to prom. It was uncharted territory. He never even intended on dating anyone his life was too complicated then he met you and every excuse he had to date someone was out the window.

He had to make it up to you, he had to explain himself but he was trying to figure out the best way to do that. He recalled you telling him a story about earrings that you had really wanted to buy once at a boutique on vacation but you had ended up not buying them for one reason or another. He had made note of that hoping to look for one similar to what you described but hadn’t gotten around to it.

Now was finally his time, surprisingly it wasn’t that hard to find something that matched your description. He hoped it was close enough for you. Hawks texted you asking if he could come over tonight when you were home and you agreed.

After patrol, he picked up your favorite take out and headed over to your place. He landed on the balcony walking in as you told him he could. You sat on the couch wearing a cute pair of sweatpants and a sweater.

“Hey, babe.” You said standing up and walking over to him, greeting him with a kiss.

“Hey, little bird.” He said returning the kiss.

“Is that what I think it is?” You questioned.

“Your favorite.” He smiled. The two of you sat down at the couch opening up the bag of food and digging in.

“What’s the special occasion?” You asked as you finished up your food.

“I wanted to talk.” He answered, immediately he saw you face drop. “Nothing bad, I promise.”

“Oh.” You sighed in relief.

“Actually I wanted to apologize.” He started, his wings looked tense.

“For what?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The gifts I’ve given you, my friend pointed out that they’re weird and not something you should give your girlfriend.

“Hawks-” You tried to interrupt but he continued.

“I’m sorry, it’s just something I’ve done since I was a kid. I see something shiny and I take it, I’ve had a collection forever and I don’t know I never questioned it until Mirko pointed it out. I just would always get so excited when I saw stuff I kept it. When I started dating you I’d see something and I would think this is so pretty I have to share it with her, I don’t want to keep it to myself-”

“Hawks.” You said taking his hand in yours. “Don’t apologize. Look.”

He watched as you leaned to your coffee table grabbing the small box on it and setting it in between the two of you. Opening it he realized it was full of all the things he had given you.

“I’ll admit I was a little confused at first but even then I saw how happy you were and it was so cute. How could I deny or be upset about you giving me something that made you so happy.” You explained, brushing your hand over the piece of sea glass he gave you. “Eventually I figured it out, I saw the drawer at your place and I put it together. Honestly, the fact that you gave me these means far more than expensive jewelry would mean to me.”

Hawks stared at you in disbelief. How had he ever found someone as amazing as you? He fought the tears that threatened to well up in his eyes. You had understood him without him ever having to explain.

“Actually, I just remembered.” You said standing up and moving to your purse by the door. You looked through it for a moment before finding what you were looking for. Sitting down you held your hand out presenting a shiny vintage key. “I saw this today at a little store I stopped at on my break. I don’t know if it will fit into your collection but-”

Before you could even finish your sentence Hawks had nearly tackled you into a kiss. His arms wrapped around you pulling you close as his wings fluttered. He pulled back looking into your eyes.

“I love you.” The words came out before he could stop them. He already felt so much for you but this had pushed it over the edge.

“Keigo, I-I love you too.” You returned not expecting anything that had just happened.

“I got you a gift, a proper gift this time.” He said reaching into his pocket. “The earrings you talked about, I hope they are close enough to the ones you wanted.”

“Keigo, they’re perfect.” You said pulling him in for another kiss. “Thank you.”

Hawks was more than just a pretty face and you had seen through that. Getting to know him, the real him, not the person the media presented or the child that had been raised into a weapon, was something you had enjoyed. Not only did you get to know the real Hawks but you had fallen deeply in love with him, bird traits, and all.

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