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Wedding Daze (Pt. 1)

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

Why did you and Wanda agree to a one week engagement period? The planning. The venue. The cakes. You could laugh or you could cry.

Luckily all of your friends and family were close by anyway. So it wasn’t a problem with travel or time for you and your amazing doe Wanda.

You and Wanda spent the days leading up to your nuptials finalizing everything. Natasha, your wolf hybrid pal, took the maid of honor duty extremely serious. Well except she also had recently spent a lot of time with your future in law Pietro.

The wedding was less than three days away. You had just finalized a deal with a charity, a media marketing push with Tony, and then picked up the cake with the boys.

You were about to go into your office when Pietro ran up and took a hold of you.

“Listen bratok,” he said so slick and cool, “tonight is the infamous ritual for both parties.”

“The bachelor/bachelorette parties? Piet no stag clubs!”

“Done,” he huffed, “Nattie told me I couldn’t do that. Besides it’s just you, me and the boys”

Billy and Tommy came running up to you excited as could be. “Guys night!!!” They shouted excitedly.

You gave a chuckle and shake of your head.

What you didn’t notice was Wanda, peering out of her own office. She loved that the guys in her life got along so well. And then Natasha came running up and took a hold of her, “come on bride to be”

“Where are we going?”

“To a little night on the town for just us!” The wolf pal responded before letting out a playful little howl.

Wanda, Natasha and Yelena went out to a local karaoke bar. Yelena brought her best friend and Labrador hybrid Kate Bishop with her. Wanda found herself having a blast. Singing along to old karaoke songs and getting a little drunk with friends old and new was amazing to her.

“You have no idea how free I feel right now!” Wanda giggles as she settles down in a booth with her gal pals.

“I think we got an idea, Bambi” Natasha giggles, taking another sip of her drink.

“I think we all know how Natasha feels free” Yelena giggles.

“Shut up, sestra!” Natasha retorts.

“What are Wanda and I missing here?” Kate asks with a drunken giggle.

Yelena smirks, “I saw Pietro sneaking out of her den the last few nights”

Wanda shrieks a little, maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that her best friend was hooking up with her brother.

“What?! Are you kidding me?!” Wanda asks, lightly punching her wolf pal in the arm.

“He treats me right” Natasha gives a little wink.

“Trust me. I can tell” Yelena snorts.

Meanwhile across town, you and Pietro decided to have your stag party at the local bowling alley. Billy and Tommy were having a blast.

“I would’ve hired you a dancer,” Pietro admits, “but you got kids now”

“I’d rather go bowling with you and my boys anyway” you smile.

“Your boys.” Pietro smiles, “I like the sound of that.” He takes a sip of his drink, “thank you for being their poppa”

You give your boys a kiss on their antlers, “that’s my privilege.”

Pietro chuckles, “Wanda chose well”

You give your brother in law a gentle smile. Yeah you considered yourself so blessed that out of all the people in the entire world, Wanda chose you.

The night was beginning to wind down as you got Pietro back to his condo on the sanctuary grounds and got the boys to bed in the comfort of your home.

You couldn’t help but think that in less than twenty four hours you’d be marrying the doe of your dreams. The one who gave you strength to keep going as much as you encouraged her to do the same. Where was your doe anyway?

Your question was answered a second later as you heard your door open. Natasha carried a tipsy Wanda in.

“Your princess awaits you,” Natasha gave you a slurred smile.

“Princess? I’m a queen” Wanda giggles as she falls into your arms.

“Yes you are” you kiss the top of her head, “need a place to stay, Nat?”

“Nope. Kate’s our designated driver”

You look outside and see Kate waving to you and Wanda. Yelena stands next to her, offering you a salute.

“Thanks Nat” you hug your wolf bestie before helping to guide Wanda to your bedroom.

Wanda giggles as she passes her old room, “we’ll have to redecorate that one of these days”

“Why’d that?”

“Cause some day I wanna little teeny baby girl” she slurs her words a little. You let out a little laugh.

You lay Wanda gently down on your bed and grab a couple bottles of water for her. You give her a kiss to the forehead.

“Good night, my doe”

“Good night my buck” she mumbles back. “Until tomorrow”

And with that you grab your pillow and head to the couch.

Tomorrow. You couldn’t help but smile. Tomorrow couldn’t get here fast enough.

Tags @lifespectator @olsenmyolsen @supercorpdanbeau @scarletquake-n7 @idkwhatever580 @pinklawyerwinnerzonk @aloneodi @multi-fandom-enjoyer @russianredassassin @revanshand @texaswolf23

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Nature Hike with a Surprise

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

The soft hum of the car's engine filled the air as Taylor drove up the winding roads toward Westview. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a warm, golden glow. Y/n sat in the passenger seat, her gaze soft as she entered the familiar surroundings. A small, contented smile tugged at her lips as they rounded the final bend.

Taylor’s hand rested on Y/n’s thigh, her thumb tracing slow, comforting circles. Her blonde hair shimmered in the light, and her blue eyes flicked toward Y/n with a gentle smile.

“You okay, princess?” Taylor asked, her voice low and affectionate.

Y/n turned her head, meeting Taylor’s gaze. “Better than okay. It feels so good to be back. Especially with you.”

Taylor’s smile widened. “I love seeing you like this. You’re glowing.”

Y/n squeezed Taylor’s hand, their fingers lacing together. “It’s home. And now, you’re part of it, too.”

As they pulled into the driveway, the scent of lavender and freshly cut grass filled the air. The house stood as it always had, its blue shutters and ivy-covered porch welcoming them back.

Before Y/n could unbuckle her seatbelt, Taylor was already out of the car, opening her door.

“Thanks, babe,” Y/n said, laughing as Taylor gave a mock bow.

“Anything for you,” Taylor teased, grabbing their bags from the trunk.

They had barely started up the driveway when a streak of black fur came bounding toward them, barking excitedly.

“Padfoot!” Y/n exclaimed, dropping to her knees as the large black Labrador barreled into her arms, tail wagging furiously. He whined and licked her face, his excitement palpable.

Taylor chuckled, watching the reunion. “He missed you.”

“Of course he did,” Y/n cooed, scratching behind Padfoot’s ears. “Didn’t you, boy?”

The front door swung open, and Rio came rushing out, her eyes excitedly bright.

“Mi niña!” Rio called, practically running to Y/n and pulling her into a tight hug.

“Mom!” Y/n laughed, hugging her back just as fiercely. “I missed you.”

Rio cupped Y/n’s face, studying her intently. “Look at you. More beautiful every time I see you.”

Y/n’s cheeks flushed. “It’s only been a few months.”

“Too long,” Rio insisted, her voice thick with emotion. She turned to Taylor, pulling her into a hug as well. “Good to see you again, Taylor.”

“Good to see you too, Rio,” Taylor said warmly. “Thanks for having me.”

Padfoot barked once, circling them excitedly before darting back toward the house.

“Come on,” Rio said, draping an arm around Y/n’s shoulders. “Agatha’s been counting down the minutes.”

Y/n grinned. “She has?”

“You know how your mama gets,” Rio teased.

Inside, the house was exactly as Y/n remembered: warm, inviting, and filled with the scent of fresh bread and herbs. The soft hum of jazz played from a record player in the corner.

Agatha appeared at the doorway, her eyes lighting up when she saw Y/n.

“There’s my girl,” Agatha said, arms open wide.

“Mama!” Y/n cried, rushing into her embrace.

Agatha held her tightly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I missed you so much, darling.”

“I missed you too,” Y/n whispered, feeling the familiar comfort of her mama’s embrace.

Agatha pulled back slightly, her eyes flicking to Taylor with a knowing smile. “Taylor. Welcome back.”

Taylor grinned. “Thanks, Agatha. Good to be back.”

Y/n glanced between them, her heart full. She felt completely and utterly at home with her mom, her mama, Taylor, and Padfoot all here.

The soft, golden light of dawn filtered through the bedroom window, casting a warm glow across the room. The crisp autumn air seeped in through the slightly cracked window, carrying the scent of fallen leaves. Beneath the cozy layers of their blankets, Y/n and Taylor lay intertwined, the world outside still quiet and peaceful.

Taylor stirred first, blinking sleepily as she took in the familiar sight of Y/n nestled against her chest. Y/n's dark brown hair fanned out across the pillow, and her steady, rhythmic breathing created a sense of calm. Taylor smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/n’s forehead.

"Morning, princess," Taylor whispered softly, her voice still husky with sleep.

Y/n murmured something unintelligible, snuggling closer and tightening her grip around Taylor’s waist.

Taylor chuckled. "Guess you’re not ready to wake up yet, huh?"

"Five more minutes," Y/n mumbled, her voice muffled against Taylor's shoulder.

Taylor obliged, wrapping her arms tighter around Y/n and savoring their warmth. Eventually, the soft chirping of birds outside signaled that the day was well underway. Y/n slowly blinked awake, meeting Taylor’s gaze with a sleepy smile.

“Morning,” Y/n whispered, her voice soft and warm.

“Morning, beautiful.” Taylor brushed a strand of hair from Y/n’s face. “Ready for today’s adventure?”

Y/n’s eyes lit up at the reminder. “Hiking day! Let’s go!”

Taylor laughed as Y/n suddenly found a burst of energy, throwing off the covers and bounding out of bed.

They are dressed in layers, wearing comfortable leggings and long-sleeve tops under lightweight jackets. Y/n opted for a cozy beanie to keep her ears warm, while Taylor donned a navy blue hoodie.

“Think we’ll need gloves?” Y/n asked, rummaging through her closet.

“Nah, we’ll warm up once we start moving,” Taylor replied, tying her blonde hair into a loose ponytail.

Padfoot padded into the room, tail wagging as he nudged Y/n’s leg.

“Hey, buddy,” Y/n cooed, crouching down to scratch behind his ears. “Ready for a walk later?”

Padfoot barked softly in response, his tail wagging faster.

A couple of hours later, Y/n, Taylor, Agatha, and Rio set off on the trail just outside Westview. The cool breeze carried the scent of pine and damp earth, and the forest around them seemed to glow in orange, yellow, and red shades.

Y/n bounced ahead, practically vibrating with excitement as she snapped photos of everything that caught her eye. Taylor followed steadily, a small backpack slung over her shoulders with snacks and water.

“You always like this on hikes?” Taylor teased, watching Y/n dart toward a patch of wildflowers, her camera clicking away.

“Yes,” Agatha said while Y/n protested simultaneously, “No!”

Rio chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “She’s always been curious. Once, she tried to bring home a turtle she found in a creek.”

Y/n groaned, glancing back at them. “Can we please not talk about the turtle incident?”

Agatha smirked, clearly enjoying the memory. “You named it ‘Shellie.’”

Taylor laughed, leaning over to kiss Y/n’s temple. “That’s adorable.”

Y/n huffed but couldn’t hide her smile. “Let’s just keep moving.”

As they climbed higher, Y/n continued to point out interesting plants and bugs, her curiosity as boundless as ever.

“Mama, what’s this?” Y/n asked, holding up a leaf with intricate patterns.

Agatha leaned closer, her sharp eyes studying the leaf. “That’s a fern frond. They’re ancient plants, been around for millions of years.”

“Like you?” Y/n teased, earning a playful swat on the arm.

“Watch it, young lady,” Agatha warned, though her eyes twinkled with affection.

Rio chuckled. “Careful, Y/n. You don’t want her turning you into a toad.”

Y/n grinned. “I’d make a cute toad.”

“Debatable,” Taylor quipped, earning a laugh from everyone.

Everyone paused as the trail opened to reveal a breathtaking view of the valley below. The rolling hills stretched out beneath them, bathed in golden light. The distant sound of a waterfall added to the serene atmosphere.

“Wow,” Y/n breathed, lifting her camera to capture the moment.

Taylor wrapped an arm around Y/n’s waist, resting her chin on Y/n’s head. “Beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Y/n agreed softly, though she wasn’t sure if she meant the view or how Taylor made her feel.

They found a flat spot to sit, spreading out a small blanket. Taylor handed out water bottles and snacks, and Y/n leaned back against her, sighing contentedly.

“I could stay here forever,” Y/n murmured, gazing out at the view.

“Agreed,” Taylor whispered, kissing the top of Y/n’s head.

Agatha and Rio sat nearby, sharing a quiet moment of their own.

“Remember when we found this spot?” Rio said, nudging Agatha playfully.

“How could I forget? You nearly fell off the ledge trying to get a better view.”

“I did not!” Rio protested, laughing.

“You did,” Agatha insisted, grinning. “I had to grab you by the collar to pull you back.”

Y/n chuckled. “Sounds about right.”

They spent the next hour enjoying the peace and quiet, snapping photos, and sharing stories. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, they reluctantly packed up and started the journey back down the trail.

Before they left, Y/n lingered for a moment, taking one last photo of the view. A soft breeze rustled the leaves, and she smiled, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for this day, this moment, and the people by her side.

When they returned home, the sky had transformed into a canvas of oranges and purples, the cool autumn breeze following them inside. Y/n and Taylor kicked off their hiking boots at the door, their laughter filling the cozy space as Padfoot padded around them, wagging his tail enthusiastically.

"Shower," Y/n groaned playfully, stretching her arms above her head. “I feel like I’m covered in trail dust.”

“Agreed,” Taylor chuckled, looping an arm around Y/n’s waist. “But you’re still cute, dusty or not.”

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, leaning into Taylor’s side as they made their way upstairs.

After showering, they changed into soft, comfortable clothes—Y/n wore an oversized sweater and leggings, while Taylor sported a flannel shirt and sweatpants. Y/N towel-dried her hair as they walked back downstairs, the scent of fresh popcorn wafting through the air.

They found Agatha and Rio already in the living room. Agatha arranged blankets on the couch, and Rio poured hot chocolate into four mugs.

“Perfect timing,” Rio said, grinning as she handed Y/n a mug.

“Thanks, Mom,” Y/n replied, her eyes lighting up as she took a sip.

Taylor plopped onto the couch, tugging Y/n down beside her. Y/n curled up against Taylor’s side, resting her head on Taylor's chest. Padfoot jumped onto the floor beside them, settling in satisfactorily.

Agatha and Rio joined them a moment later, but instead of settling in next to them, Agatha and Rio sat at the other end of the couch, curling up together with a soft blanket of their own. Agatha glanced over at Y/n and raised an eyebrow.

“Movie night?” Rio suggested, setting a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

“Yes, please,” Y/n mumbled, her voice muffled against Taylor’s chest.

“What are we watching?” Taylor asked, absentmindedly stroking Y/n’s hair.

“Something spooky,” Rio declared with a mischievous grin. “Let’s see if you two can handle it.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, but Taylor grinned. “I’ve got you if it gets too scary.”

Agatha looked toward Rio, then to Y/n, mouthing, You’re on your own, sweetheart. Y/n rolled her eyes, but Taylor squeezed her closer.

“No horror, please,” Y/n said, squirming a little as she pulled her legs up onto the couch. “I don’t like the scary stuff.”

“I don’t either,” Agatha added, tucking her head into Rio’s shoulder.

Rio laughed, holding up a DVD case with an exaggerated wink. “Well, too bad! Horror’s happening.”

Y/n groaned, leaning her head back against Taylor's shoulder. “Mama, please, I don’t want to have nightmares.”

"Don't worry, sweetie. It won’t be that bad," Rio reassured, her voice playful.

Y/n huffed, trying to hide her smile. “I’ll be hiding my eyes for most of it, so prepare yourself, Taylor.”

“I’ve got you,” Taylor whispered, brushing her lips against Y/n’s temple. “I’ll protect you from the scary stuff.”

The movie started, and it was a classic horror flick that Rio was practically bouncing with excitement to watch. Taylor leaned into Y/n, her hand resting comfortably on her back. Agatha crossed her arms and huddled closer to Rio, occasionally whispering her own commentary on the film, much to Rio’s amusement.

Y/n, however, was having a harder time enjoying it. Every eerie sound and jump scare had her flinching, and she buried her face into Taylor’s shoulder, muttering, “I swear, I’m going to get nightmares from this.”

Taylor laughed softly, rubbing Y/n’s back. “You’re safe with me, babe. Don’t worry about it.”

Agatha, as usual, looked completely unfazed by the movie, though she did lean into Rio’s warmth when the tension built up.

“Is it supposed to be this tense?” Y/n whispered, her eyes squinted shut.

Taylor chuckled, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s temple. “I promise, I’m right here.”

“Do you guys always watch these horror movies?” Y/n asked, her voice a bit higher than usual.

“Yes,” Rio answered immediately. “Love them.”

Agatha nodded, not taking her eyes off the screen. “It’s relaxing after a long day.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, half-exasperated, half-amused. “You two are crazy.”

As the movie reached its most nerve-wracking moment, Y/n whimpered and snuggled closer to Taylor. “I don’t think I can take it anymore!”

"Okay, okay," Taylor said with a soft laugh. "Let's fast-forward this part, babe." She reached for the remote, but Rio immediately protested.

“Hey, no skipping!” Rio exclaimed, grinning as she looked at Agatha. “They’re not going to get out of it that easily!”

Agatha raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile on her face. “You’re right, Rio. Let’s keep the fun going.”

Y/n groaned dramatically, but she stayed firmly pressed against Taylor. Taylor smiled down at her, letting Y/n hide her face against her chest as they endured the terrifying moments together.

Eventually, the movie ended, and Rio was absolutely thrilled by it. “Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked, looking at Y/n and Agatha, who was breathing a little more rapidly than usual.

“I’m still convinced that was way too scary,” Y/n said, her voice muffled into the crook of Taylor’s arm.

“I warned you, sweetheart,” Agatha said with a small smile, but her eyes were warm and affectionate as she reached over to brush Y/n’s hair out of her face.

Taylor smiled, leaning in to kiss Y/n’s forehead. “It was worth it if we get to snuggle this close afterward.”

“Agreed,” Y/n murmured, closing her eyes. “But no more horror movies for me, okay?”

“Deal,” Taylor whispered, tightening her hold on Y/n as the last of the movie credits rolled.

Agatha and Rio exchanged a knowing glance, both smiling softly as they pulled each other closer, content in the peaceful moment they shared with their daughter.

In that perfect moment, Y/n knew she was exactly where she was meant to be—surrounded by love, laughter, and the warmth of family.

[bara-izu]

What are your favourite bg3 origin character ships if you have any?

Astarion x Karlach

Idk this one just has a grip on me, it's probably the black cat x labrador dynamic, but I just think they are so so soft together! Their banter about being happy for one another "I would shake her hand but she could still snap me in half" "I'm so proud of him I could just kiss that pointy face" 😭Also they have a bunch of unique dialogue for one another in their respective origin romances 😭 I'm here to spread the Buff Lady x 8 Strength agenda lmao

Wyll x Karlach

Again, they're just so cute together, the "I'm here to kill you" to "you're such a valued companion" is so so good and come on- the ending 😭

But also Wyll x Astarion (the monster hunter x the monster) is so fun too

So- my endgame is Wyll x Karlach x Astarion 😭

They should all hold hands with each other (I guess this makes sense tho coz I feel like Halion has aspects from both Wyll and Karlach so 😂)

I'm also partial to Lae'zel x Shadowheart- we love a good enemies to lovers 😩 Bingbong's toxic co-parents 😩 God's favourite princess and her finest warrior 😩

[russellsppttemplates]

Could you do a Lance blurb where him and the reader give a puppy after Addalynn and Margot beg them after they were spending a day with Chloe and Scotty and their dog

Note: this is also partly inspired on how me and my family got one of our dogs a few years ago!

"Bauer!", the girls yelled as they ran into Chloe and Scotty's garden, following the dog as he ran around the grass with one of his toys. That's how it started as when you were making your way back home, Margot started angling for a dog, "it would be so cute, mummy! We could play with him and we'd always have company!", she reasoned.

"A dog is a lot of work, princess, it's not just the good parts of having another friend. They need showers, food at regular times, time in the garden to go potty, training", you explained as Lance nodded, "it's not something you get just because you want one - as isn't anything else in life", your husband offered.

The subject stayed there until one of the team members, James, told you about a litter his neighbour had and while they had buyers for all of the male puppies, no one wanted the female puppies and he didn't have space for all of them once they grew up. Because James had been looking for a good family dog since he and his partner had welcomed a baby into their family recently, he was showing the pictures of the black labrador asleep next to the crib, "my neighbour still has another two puppies - and he's giving them for free because he can't keep all of them. People made reservations for them, but the minute he told them they were female, the clients called it off", he explained. You and Lance shared a look before asking James for his neighbour's phone number, scheduling a visit to the puppies.

The brown labrador caught your eye first as she stood in the corner of the living room, "hey, sweet girl, come here", you cooed soflty, offering her your hand to sniff so she could get comfortable, sitting on the floor as you heard Colin, James' neighbour, talk and explain the situation to Lance, "I just want them to have a good family to take care of them and love them - and realistically, I can't do that", he added.

The brown puppy stomped to you, little legs walking up to your lap and curling up there, "Oh, Lance!", you cooed at the sight, knowing he didn't need to say much to convince you to bring her home with you.

"Girls!", you called as you walked into the house, "come to the garden quickly, please!", you said as you let the dog sniff her new home.

"What is it mu- oh, look Margot!", Addalynn said as she saw the puppy in the grass, "it the dog ours?", she asked hopeful.

"Yes", Lance encouraged them to approach you and the brown labrador, the girls cooing and squealing startling her before she sniffed them.

"Daddy, we're going to call her Juno!", Addalynn smiled as she petted the dog on her sister's lap

"Sounds lovely, sweet girl! I'm sure she loves it!", Lance smiled as he flashed her a thumbs up, "Even the dog in this house is a girl", he chuckled as he hugged you from your back, hands resting on your growing tummy, the round bump now obvious.

"What can I say, handsome, you were made to be a girl dad!", you kissed his cheek as he rested his chin on your shoulder as you watched your girls play with the new family member.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

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“I’m so lonely” - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: you finally confess to Eddie how lonely you’ve been feeling. Emotional hurt/comfort

A/N: my first posted ST fic! I’m so nervous. I hope people enjoy this, it may or may not have been heavily inspired by my own feelings of loneliness. If only I had an Eddie lol. Please reblog or comment if you enjoy my work! My requests are open, my rules can be found in my navigation post which is linked in my bio >3

Warnings: discussions of loneliness. Reader sits in Eddie’s lap but no mention is made of size or appearance of the reader. 'Princess' is used as a term of endearment but the reader is gender neutral. No use of Y/N. Not proofread sorry

Word Count: 1.3k

Eddie Munson was the best boyfriend on the planet. You were certain that no one could hold a candle to your Eddie. 

He told you he loved you a hundred times a day - quite literally, he always counted. He’d gaze at you like you’d hung the moon, even when he was meant to be focused on the movie showing in the cinema or the road in front of him as he drove his van. He’d make sure you drank enough water every single day. He’d tie up your shoelaces if they came undone in the street. He was perceptive enough to realise whenever something was wrong, and he’d listen while you vented, before attempting to kiss the hurt away. Eddie was everything to you. But that was part of the problem. 

Eddie wasn’t just your boyfriend, he was your best friend. Which sounds cute. Yet he was your best friend because he was your only friend. Sure, you had fun with Robin and Steve, and occasionally you and Eddie would invite Max and Lucas over to his trailer for a movie night. Although you loved your family, it was a small one. 

In essence, you often felt that the only person you made a difference to in life was Eddie. That the only person who’d notice your absence was Eddie. Sometimes you’d berate yourself for feeling this way - ‘why isn’t that enough?’ - but it simply wasn’t. 

Eddie made you feel loved, constantly. He made you feel seen, he made you feel heard, he made you feel beautiful. 

But whenever he was gone, the loneliness would gnaw away inside you, consuming your mind. A sense of isolation from those around you grew. You could be sitting next to someone on the sofa but they might as well have been a million miles away. The nights you didn’t spend with Eddie, you’d cry and cry until you fell into an exhausted stupor and finally drifted off to sleep. 

Loneliness had even begun to creep into your moments with Eddie. Sometimes you’d drift off into your own little world, especially when he’d mention something he’d done with his own friends, which served as a painful reminder that you didn’t really have any of your own. 

He’d noticed lately that your face seemed to pinch into a frown more often. He tried to convince himself that your sorrowful expressions weren’t because of him, but you had been pulling away lately, skipping plans and coming up with bullshit excuses. 

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Eddie murmurs as he plops down on the bed next to you. You silently curse whichever member of your family had let him in the house. Because Eddie is right, you have been avoiding him. 

“No I haven’t,” you mumble back, studiously avoiding eye contact. 

“C’mon, don’t lie to me. Please.” If you hear the quiver in his plea, you don’t acknowledge it. 

“Am not.” Eddie huffs at your second lie, dropping off the bed and coming to kneel at your feet. The way his big soft eyes gaze up at you reminds you of the labrador you had as a kid and the way it would beg for treats. Eddie, on the other hand, was begging for something more serious. 

“I love you.” Your voice breaks slightly and you sigh deeply, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. You squeeze them shut, willing them away, but you can feel Eddie’s eyes glued to your face and the tears can’t help but fall. They betray you, as if your poor attempts at lying hadn’t already. 

“I love you too baby.” He knows better than to press you. Shuffling in closer, Eddie places his hands in your lap, letting you fiddle with his rings. You lean forward to press your forehead to his as you sniffle, basking in the scent of his shampoo as his curls draw a curtain around your face. You try to speak but choke on your sobs, squeezing his hands. 

He shifts back up onto the bed next to you, and pulls you into his lap so your chest is touching his. You have no idea how long you spend sitting in his embrace, willing yourself to speak. 

“I just…” Your voice cracks. Silence. He waits. You swallow. 

“I feel like a burden to you sometimes. You’re my only person.” Eddie’s brow furrows. 

“What do you mean sweetheart?” His soft caress on your face is soothing, and encourages you to continue. 

“I know I have family and sometimes we look after the kids and see Robin and Steve, but…” Deep breath. “You’re… you’re the only person who I really have. I feel like you’re the only person who loves me. The only person who’d miss me if I wasn’t here.” 

Tears roll down your cheeks but you make no move to stop them this time. Eddie does the job instead, his thumb gently wiping the moisture away, repeating the action as more tears fall. 

“And I love you so much, it should be enough that the only person I’m important to is you. I don’t know why that isn’t enough, but it isn’t. You make me feel so loved, Eddie. More loved than I’ve ever felt. But I feel so fucking lonely.” At your final admission, your throat closes and you can’t carry on speaking as sobs rack your body. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay my love.” Eddie rocks you back and forth slightly in an attempt to calm you as you sob into his shoulder. You both stay in the same position for a while, Eddie as patient as he always is with you, waiting until you exhausted yourself with your sobs before speaking again. 

“Will you promise me something?” Nodding, you pull away to face him. His thumb wipes the tear tracks on your cheeks with such a gentleness you find yourself wanting to cry again, although this time for a happier reason. 

“Will you promise to tell me when you feel like this? I know I can’t make it all go away but you don’t need to bottle this shit up, princess. You don’t have to fight it on your own.” You crash into his chest and squeeze him tight, prompting him to chuckle into your hair as he draws his arms back around you. 

“I promise,” you mumble into his torso. “I love you, teddy bear.” He flushes and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

“Do you want to talk about it more?” You ponder his question for a few quiet moments, but you’re physically and mentally exhausted from the sobs that had racked your body. 

“I’m too tired Eds, but maybe tomorrow? If you’re really sure you want to listen.” 

“Of course I want to listen. You’re my girl, and that means you never have to deal with anything on your own. I’m right here, sweetheart. Always.” 

Eddie sticks to his word in the morning. Not that you ever doubted he would. 

You guess that Eddie has at least told the others that you need some TLC in the following few days when Will calls just to remind you he loves you, with a sincerity that no one could mistake; when Mike concedes that you’re pretty cool, followed by the awkwardest shoulder punch known to man; when Nancy and Robin rope you into their weekly movie nights - you’d never confess to them that the films they chose were far too highbrow for your taste. 

You don’t think it’s a coincidence either when Lucas invites you on his and Max’s upcoming pinecone collecting adventure in the woods next to Hawkins. You’re absolutely certain it’s not a coincidence when Steve offers to teach you how to drive in his precious BMW, knowing that he’d never willingly let anyone else behind the wheel. 

While Eddie would absolutely claim it’s a coincidence if you called him out, it’s entirely intentional on his part that he now tells you I love you a hundred-and-one times a day.

Please help a writer out and reblog if you enjoyed my work! 💗

[teamqbranch]

Art Round Robin

The animals of the Bond’Verse have gone on strike and are demanding better working conditions. 

Max the Parrot is bloody well sick of saying, “Give us a kiss!” and wants better dialogue along with four new foraging toys he saw featured on Animal Planet. The komodo is still trying to digest that sodding Walther. Can we say animal endangerment, people?! Blofeld’s cat is tired of substandard treats.  “And a bit of variety, too, if you please!  And a new cat bed.  The princess knew she was sleeping on a pea, but I have to accept sleeping on a boulder?!”  What can you say?  She’s a diva.  The mouse at Hotel L'American Tanger is still waiting for even a bloody ‘Thank you!’ for pointing Bond in the direction of the hidden room.  “Humans!  The room was hidden, yes, but not that well.  Thought he was a bit shite of a spy if he couldn’t figure that much out, but it was clear that they’d never leave if they didn’t get what they were after, so I showed them the way.  Fat lot of good it did.  They didn’t even leave me a biscuit crumb to chew on.” Kincade’s Labradors were also asked to comment on their grievances but had to dash ... red squirrels wait for no dog.  But then, they’re Labradors, what sort of issues could they possibly have?  Not enough opportunities to give kisses? The animal art for this round robin was created by @notwhatyouthoughtiwas, @anyawen, @bluebellofbakerstreet, @reallyneedsalife, and @3nigm4art.  The animal demands and newsletter graphic were written/designed by @dassandre-00qpidsarrow​.

[camiddletonxox]

Jenner’s request

Pairing - Dr Ethan Ramsey x Charity Middleton (Open Heart)

Rating - General

Note - Writing Ethan is so much fun and this was no exception, i see Jenner being a Labrador so this is why theres a lab on the pic, lol.

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Summary - Ethan, Jenner and Charity take a walk in the snow

Word Count - 633

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The snow fell as they walked through it, the two of them were in a comfortable silence as they walked home, Jenner trailed behind them enjoying the fact he had got his dad and the girlfriend out the house. He barked happily as Charity walked ahead of Ethan, she was freezing cold. Her big black winters coat was covered in snow flakes, her eyelashes had caught a few too.

Ethan gently wrapped his arms around her, to try warm her up or at least attempt to as they walked across the block, Jenner was covered in snow but he had no care in the world, it was just Charity and Ethan who clearly regretted the idea of going out at this time.

“I hope you make me a very hot mug of coffee when we get back to your place” She murmured, carefully walking through the snow, it was thick snow and it was slippy.

“I think it would be appropriate” The older doctor responded as the walked over a small bit of ice, and Charity wobbled but Ethan caught her, pulling her back into his arms where she was safe.

“I think Jenner owes us lots of apologies, making us walk in the snow” Charity teased and the Labrador turned to her, yapping happily as he approached his humans. He walked alongside them, sticking his tongue out to catch the snow as he want it was clear the dog had no kind of remorse. He got his walk and that was all that mattered.

“Jenner needed exercise, as we all do” Ethan chuckled, holding tightly onto his rookie as they walked through the snow, it was one of those cute moments, romantic even, but Charity was too cold to admit that. But having Ethan hold her the way he was, it just felt beyond right. He held her tightly, he didn’t want to break her. She thought it was sweet, how not so long ago being with Ethan was impossible and now here she was, as his girlfriend. As technically, a equal of his. Even if he was still her mentor in his way.

Once they arrived at the house, and they changed into warmer clothes, Charity found herself all over Jenner with cuddles and belly scratches despite his fur being wet and cold, how the hell could she stay mad at this dog?

“I made you a white coffee with that syrup you like” Ethan spoke as he brought through her coffee and she smiled.

“Wait there, I’ll be right back, ok?” She cooed to the dog before she stood up, Jenner sat up, watching her as she went to his dad. He followed her, yapping happily.

Charity took the mug of coffee and immediately took the biggest sip, sighing in pleasure as the hot drink travelled into her bloodstream.

“I enjoyed our little walk” Ethan admitted and Charity smiled, and she turned to Jenner.

“As did I” was her response, “even if i got freezing cold” She glared playfully at the dog who just tilted his head.

“I’d walk in the snow with you any day” Ethan admitted and the two of them, under the watching gaze of Jenner, kissed. The dog disapproved so yapped at his humans and the two of them pulled away, Charity immediately went back to rubbing jenner’s tummy.

“You prefer the dog to me” Ethan grumbled.

“Jenner requested attention” Charity defended and the older doctor rolled his eyes.

“So it’s all about Jenners requests now is it?” He teased and she grinned.

“Of course it is!” The grin on her face was just too beautiful to stay mad at her. He was helpless against the two so decided not to argue, he just chuckled to himself, what a pair his girlfriend and his dog were!

[nextwarden]

Webtoons are good for the soul PART II - ECLECTIC BOOGALOO

A continuation of this.

Sea Salt and Sand by neggut [ongoing]

In the autumn holidays 3 months ago, Brynn and Bailey shared a kiss. When Bailey left, Brynn tried to forget all about her and continue living an unremarkable life, only for Bailey to suddenly transfer to her school! What follows is a coming of age story full of pining, misunderstandings and confusion as Brynn and Bailey question the true nature of their relationship. 

It’s cute and a bit angsty but not too much. The art style often feels incomplete or rushed but in a good way, its flaws give character to the characters and the story. One of my all time favourites.

Apathy meets labrador/10

Dragonbourne by Gummy Shark [ongoing]

After a troubled past, Sir Ross Edmund Avery is somewhat content to lead a mundane existence, alone in his house. However, when he stumbles upon a child in the woods on Solstice Night who is anything but mundane, his simple life will be turned upside down.

A scar(r)ed man adopts a feral child, hijinks ensue. Once again, the art style is endearing, full of curves and long lines. Haven’t checked on that one in a while but the first twenty chapters were very promising.

Found family/10

The Last Human by Zack Jordan [ongoing]

She's the galaxy's worst nightmare: a Human. Fortunately, she's the last one. Now her adoptive (alien) mother is realizing that raising a young Human is no easy task.

Basically the badass and child duo trope but the truth may surprise you. Fun, cute, very wholesome, and surprisingly emotionnaly philosophical at times. Spidermom is best mom.

Recommend/10

Vampire Husband by Scragony [ongoing]

The life of Charles the Vampire an Cheryl the human after years of marriage.

What if tragic romance between human and vampire but they had their “happy-ever-after”? This is after. It’s funny and cute.

Relationship goals/10

Blood Stain by sigeel [ongoing]

A story about courage, growing up and finding friendships in most unlikely places... spiced with some MAD SCIENCE! 

Haven’t quite wrapped my head around this one yet, but it’s fun and drawn by sigeel (a.k.a. Linda Sejic) so of course it’s beautiful. Enjoyed it a lot, will have to keep reading.

Bloody merry/10

Punderworld by sigeel [ongoing - on hiatus]

Hades' and Persephone's love-struck misadventures.

Another take on Hades and Persephone’s love story. Once again, sigeel, so of course I love the art.

Bumbling idiots/10

The Queen and the Woodborn by Shiniez [ongoing]

Far away behind seven hills and seven forests, seven fields and seven rivers, there lived a Queen... welcome to the queen and the woodborn. a fairy tale romance for the mature readers about the unseen Queen and the Goddess in the woods. a tale of the two forgotten by the world around them who will make the world remember their names. expect gods and monsters and a romance for the ages.

Not many chapters yet but very long ones to compensate. This one is by Shiniez (a.k.a. Stjepan Sejic) so, once again, love the art. The story, the character designs and concepts, and the pace are all amazing.

Very wow/10

P.E.T.S. by Gyxks [ongoing]

Just when Tasha was about to start a new life, she was abducted by aliens. Fortunately, she and other humans were rescued by an interstellar general named Tourmaline. She soon discovered that her body was unfit to return home without endangering life on earth. Join her on her journey traversing this new world and these new feelings for an alien general. 

POV: You’re living your best life as a young adult, at the shopping mall at 2am in your pyjamas, when suddenly death aliens rain pain all around and you’re abducted only to be saved by tall buff alien commander lady. Romance ensues. Maybe, it’s slow burn but quite enjoyable to read.

Blush/10

Scoob and Shag by Misterie Krew [ongoing]

Scoob and his best pal Shag are up to their usual hi-jinks, but everything is not as it seems in their latest adventure. 

No relations to any character whatsoever. None. None at all. Also no relations to any kind of sense at all either. Can’t quite explain that one except that it’s genius. Just read it.

Is that a gun?/10

Bewitched by peachyytown [ongoing]

The witch who keeps "kidnapping" the princess is actually her girlfriend and they're just going on dates.

Short but cute alternative take on all that witch/monster/princess shenanigans. In the same vein as Our days in Lumain. Also the art is very nice.

Meetcute/10

When the Pink Trees Bear Fruit by neggut [completed]

A sweet love blooms between two women on an orchard in 1973.

A short story, five chapters only, but play devastatingly well with one’s heart. In the same vein as It Stems From Love by Soya S. Holm. neggut ist sehr gut.

Tears/10

Rooftops & Roommates by Zaanart [ongoing]

Jeb is an architecture major at university, rooming with his best friend Todd. There's just one problem... Jeb’s secretly a gargoyle! Between studying, partying, and a bad ghost problem, will Jeb be able to keep his true identity a secret?

Jeb is sweet, Jeb is fresh, but Jeb is decidedly not very good at keeping a secret. It’s funny, slice-of-life, roommate college shenanigans at its finest. With a magical twist.

Ship/10

Everything is Fine by Mike Birchall [ongoing]

Sam and Maggie are a normal couple, in a normal house, in a normal neighborhood. There is nothing strange about their heads, their neighbors or their sweet little dog. Everything is Fine.

I haven’t actually started this one yet, but the premise is very very very interesting. Perhaps not for thos who are faint of heart? Deceptively cute. Or is it?

It’s fine/10

Castle Swimmer by Wendy Lian Martin [ongoing]

What happens when your entire life is ruled by a prophecy – your future foretold by people you’ve never met, who died long before you were born.  Such is the story of two young sea creatures.  One believed to be a guiding light for his people, a Beacon who will lead them to a bright, prosperous future.  The other is a teenage prince for who’s destiny is to KILL the Beacon so that HIS own people might thrive.  When both reject the course set for them, it leads to a raucous adventure as big and unpredictable as the ocean itself – and a romance that nobody could have predicted.

It’s fish. It’s gay. It’s under da sea and ya gotta kiss the boy. I haven’t read it all yet but enough to vouch for it and to have some vested interest in the universe and its lore.

Enemies to lovers/10

Demon Highschool by Kiiyoko [ongoing]

After a compromise it was agreed that criminals would attend a "demons highschool" where they would work as slaves for demons And while it was all in good favor, things take a very dark and twisted turn at said, highschool.

There’s something, some kind of twist, about the MC which I haven’t gotten to yet, and which I am very interested to discover. I’m not quite sure how I feel about this one as of now, mostly curious I’d say.

Pet/10

Hooky by Miriam Bonastre Tur [completed]

Dani and Dorian have missed the bus of the school of magic. Now, they must find someone who teach them how to be a great and good witches... Or maybe not.​ 

This one is a strange one about witchery and family. Surprisingly deep and serious at times, very enjoyable. Unfinished on Webtoon but a good start to get into the story.

Siblings/10

Loving Reaper by Jenny Jinya [ongoing]

Animals struggle. Pets and Wildlife alike. The reaper cares for their stories and helps them with the crossover. Short stories about the "Loving Reaper" to raise awareness and collect funds. Breaking hearts for a good cause.

Beautiful bittersweet stories about animals, pets, life and death and love.

Tissues/10

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures by StarBite, CRC Payne, Kielamel Siba, Lan Ma, C.M. Cameron, and Camille Cruz [ongoing]

Batman needs a break. But with new vigilante Duke Thomas moving into Wayne Manor and an endless supply of adopted, fostered, and biological superhero children to manage, Bruce Wayne is going to have his hands full. Being a father can't be harder than being Batman, right? 

What if Bat-family but happy? Official comic, barely started, very fun.

Wholesome/10

The First Night With the Duke by MSG, Taeva, from an original work by Hwang DoTol [ongoing]

A handsome, selfish noble falls for a beautiful, kind commoner -- at least, that’s how the story’s supposed to go. When an average college student wakes up as Ripley, an extra in her favorite romance novel, she resolves to enjoy the luxuries of her character’s status while watching the novel's plot unfold from the sidelines. However, her plans are soon derailed when she finds herself in bed with no other than Duke Zeronis, the novel’s hero! Dodging the villainess’ schemes, the Duke’s advances, and her own feelings, can Ripley keep the story on track and survive beyond the first night? 

Haven’t read that one but a very dear (and respectable) friend (*cough*  @berigolote​  *cough*) of mine keeps pestering me to give it a try. So here it is, try it.

Do it before me and you get a cookie/10

HEART Anthology by Marvin.W, caw-chan and many other artists. [ongoing]

Featuring stories from the 2020 Short Story Contest!  From wholesome stories to tearjerkers, are you ready to catch these feelings?

A collection of beautiful stories on the shorter side, all about the many kinds of love in life, the many beauties of it, and the pains that make it worth living.

Tears that warm the heart/10

In My Heart by Redfield42 [ongong]

Sasaki Mari is a typical delinquent troublemaker whose only goal is to get a boyfriend, but due to her reputation as bully and low grades, all the boys reject her. Then she decides to change her style, and asks for help from the student with the best grades in the class.

It starts off light and fund and progressively seems to delve a little bit more into the seriousness of life. Not a tragedy, however, and very much worth a read still.

I think I have a trope I like/10

My awkward princess by LazyArts [ongoing]

This love story is about a girl named Luna charlotte, and the student council president Alice Evelyn. Luna is a delinquent whom often gets in trouble, as Luna reaches the end of the line she almost gets expelled, now luna has to become a model student with the help of Alice. Will Luna be expelled or will she succeed, read to find out.

Along the lines of Not So Shoujo Love Story, In My Heart, and Susuhara is a Demon. Delinquent/Good Student meetcute, romantinc hijincks ensue.

Seduction/10

RAINBOW! by Rue & Sunny Gloom [ongoing]

This is the story of a girl named Boo. She has pink hair and a vivid imagination and she is about to discover a side of herself that she never considered before. 

Okay, so yes, this one is also also a delinquent meets cute nice girl, but - BUT! - there’s an element of story telling that I love about it: the way we see Boo’s anxiety incorporated visually into the story. Just for that it is one of my favourite recent discoveries!

Protecc/10

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Okay, that’s all for part II. Hope you enjoy those as much as I do. Thanks for your attention, sorry for the length and, please, do keep on reading, they all deserve it! As do you.

PART I

[where-is-picanis-stitch]

Some Patton x Logan fluff?

Alrighty! I would have posted this sooner but no good very bad internet. I wrote this at 1 am (literally) so let’s see if it’s as good as I thought it was.

Logan hated being surprised. He hated being wrong, he hated not knowing what came next. So, naturally, when Roman suggested that he surprise Patton with a date for their anniversary, he objected. But after thinking on it for a bit, Logan realized the idea was perfect. Patton loved surprises, and since Logan was the one surprising Patton, he would actually know what the plan was.

He enlisted their friends to assist him in the endeavor. Roman was charged with finding decent decorations. Janus was called up for advice on what wine was most suitable. Virgil procured some beautiful candles of suspicious origin. Remus… well, Logan had been hesitant to enlist Remus, but they were the only one available that day to keep Patton occupied while Logan set things up.

 Then finally the big day came. Logan woke up that morning filled with confidence about the date. He went about his morning routine, giving Patton a kiss goodbye. He didn’t notice the way Patton kept asking if there was something happening today. He missed how Patton wrung his hands as Logan left the apartment.

 Logan had already taken the day off, so instead of going to work he drove over to Roman’s house to wait until Remus gave the “all clear” signal and to pick up all the stuff. They had barely loaded the car when Logan’s phone dinged with a text from Remus.

 Mustachio Green: Oi dork ive got ur hubby were going to the mall!

Mustachio Green: Tell roman im gonna buy him a skull

Whale Penis: Thank you for cooperating with the plan. Please keep Patton occupied until 5:00 pm EST.

 Logan put his phone away and looked up. Roman quirked an eyebrow at him.

 “Remus is taking him to the mall. They said to tell you that they were going to buy you a skull,” he said in response to the unasked question.

 “Where would they even- Never mind. Good luck! Are you sure you don’t want me to help set up?”

 “I’m sure,” Logan replied, fully aware that Roman would manage to procure streamers if allowed to help.

 At 4:39 pm, the apartment had been transformed into something out of a fairytale. There were soft fairy lights along the walls, a cream banner with “Happy Anniversary” written in gold on it in the living room, a vase of blue flowers on every counter, a soft blue tablecloth on a round table in the middle of the living room, and a gift in the bedroom. Logan had managed to make a veritable feast, which included his famous Crofters cookies. Now he waited.

 Patton had woken that morning filled with anticipation. It was their 5 year anniversary! They were gonna spend the day together, and it was gonna be amazing! But Logan hadn’t even acknowledged the date. He had simply gotten up, eaten, and left. Did he not remember? Did he not care? Should Patton have said something about it? He didn’t know what to think. Before he could delve too deep into the issue, the doorbell rang. Logan had come back! He remembered! But when Patton opened the door he found Remus, not Logan, standing outside. Before he could say a word, Remus had shoved their way into the apartment.

 “Hey there Padre! I was a bit bored and I know you have the day off, so how bout we go chill at the mall? Food’s on me. And by that I mean it’s on Roman. I stole his card. Anyway, come on!” And with that Remus was heading back out the door, grabbing Patton on their way.

 “Hold on for a second! I need my shoes! And my wallet! And also probably my keys,” Patton didn’t bother trying to object, knowing all too well that that wouldn’t deter Remus in the slightest.

 Several hours later found Patton with several more dresses and a lot less money. He really should stop himself from going to the mall. He sighed, setting down a bag to unlock the door. When it swung open, he thought for a moment that he had gotten the wrong door somehow. That’s when Logan stepped out of the kitchen holding a plate full of cookies. Patton’s jaw dropped.

 Logan only took a moment to notice Patton standing in the doorway.

 “You’re back! I believe this is where I say ‘surprise’,” Logan said nervously.

 “You- You didn’t forget?”

 “Of course not! Darling, how could I possibly forget our anniversary? Perhaps my acting skills are not as bad as Roman has led me to believe.”

 Patton finally walked into the apartment, still processing the turn of events.

 “Oh, just leave those there. Here, sit,” Logan pulled out a chair.

 Patton sat, eyes on the fairy lights.

 “How long did this take you?”

 “Not too long. Give me a minute to go grab the drinks,” Logan dropped a kiss on Patton’s cheek as he headed back towards the kitchen.

 Logan returned bearing some fancy wine, the name of which neither of them could pronounce, and from there, it was smooth sailing. The food was almost gone when Logan got nervous again.

 “Lo? You okay?”

 “Oh, yes, of course. I am merely nervous about whether or not you will like the gift I got you,” he adjusted his glasses.

 “Lo, you shouldn’t have! You already went to all this trouble cooking and decorating, but a gift too?”

 “It wasn’t any trouble. Would you like to see it?” Logan’s calm tone hid his anxiety well.

 “Of course! I would love to see what you got me! I wish I got you something though,” Patton’s tone turned sheepish.

 “Your presence is already enough. Come on, it’s in the bedroom.” With that, Logan pushed his chair back and headed down the hall.

 Patton followed, equal parts excitement and nerves. Logan stopped in front of the bedroom door.

 “I hope you like her,” he opened the door, leaving no time for Patton the speculate.

 The moment the door was open, a small brown blur shot past the both of them towards the living room. Both of them gave chase, with Logan yelling at it to “get back here this instant”. Patton stopped the moment he got a good look at it.

 “Is that a- is that a puppy?” his voice took on a higher pitch with each note.

 “Er- yes, a 6 week old Labrador Retriever to be exact.”

 Patton squealed. He’d never seen anything cuter in his life.

 “Hey there little one. Come see Papa,” he cooed.

 “Her name is Harriet, but there’s still plenty of time to change it, according to the breeder.”

 “Harriet? Doesn’t really suit her,” Patton paused, then turned his attention to the puppy, “I think we’ll name you after a dear friend of ours. What do you think of Princess?”

 As if on cue, the puppy clambered onto Patton’s lap.

 “What? No. We are not naming her after Roman. Absolutely not. Besides, Princess is hardly a go-“ Logan stopped, realizing the puppy, no, Princess, had looked up when he said the name.

 “She seems to like it!”

 Logan sighed, resigning himself to his fate. He sat down on the ground next to Patton and Princess, smiling at Patton’s attempts to get Princess to lie down.

“Roman’s never going to let us hear the end of it.”

 “No, he’s never gonna let you hear the end of it.”

 “….Good point.”

 -fin-

[basenji18]

His Queen, Chapter One

A prequel to southernpeach13's Princess saga.

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When he first met the girl, she was still a girl, and that, of all the things that happened, is his biggest regret. She was alone, she was upset, and she was young, and it was his responsibility to keep things from unfolding as they did.

And he failed.

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He first meets the Russians in the middle of the jungle, miles away from either of their origins.

Sweat runs down his sides, plastering his shirt to him. There’s a swampy squish under his arms every time he moves. The hair on the back of his neck is wet as if he’s just stepped out of the shower. His feet are roasting inside his shoes. His father insists they remain businesslike and well dressed. He says it makes them look respectable. James thinks they look like two giant white fools sweating to death among the small, brown locals who know better.

Still, he doesn’t argue. The old man is still the old man, and James is still here as his apprentice. He keeps his mouth shut and his ears open.

They’re in the country on a sales trip. Nothing like a little governmental insurrection to boost sales at MARS, and this small country has had more than its share of both governments and insurrections. James isn’t really sure which party is officially in power at the moment - nor, he suspects, are many of the locals. In that respect, his father is right: power is held by the one with the largest gun.

Their clients run their operation guerrilla-style. No swank hotel room meetings for this. The Scots meet them out in the jungle, in the villages. James can’t say all the villagers are happy to see them.

When he meets the Russians, they are on a very different mission. James hears them first, the local dialect being spoken with a distinct accent, to the sound of local laughter.

He comes around a hut to see a dark-haired man smiling in the center of a small group. A cluster of women and children surround him. The man says something and they laugh at his chatter. One of the women corrects him. He tries again, butchers it once more to their amusement. He rolls his eyes at himself, but he doesn’t really seem embarrassed. He hands the woman who corrected him a bundle. One bundle for each woman, then come smaller treats from his pockets for the children. He says something else and no one corrects him, the women moving off with calls and waves of thanks. The man waves, grinning like a pleased fool. He notices James, and gives him a wave too. James returns it, walking over.

The man is a slim beta, dark-haired, even paler than the Scot. Like James he’s in khakis, but unlike James and his father, the dark-haired man wears a light linen shirt and open sandals. James feels a sweaty pang of jealousy. The man extends his hand, still smiling with all the open-faced goodwill of a Labrador.

“Good morning. Are we speaking English?”

He is, but with a Russian accent. Imagine finding a Ruskie out here, and one greeting a stranger with a smile.

“We are. James McCullen the Third. I’m here with my father, for - “

“MARS Industries. I know.”

His smile doesn’t falter, but James can’t quite read his tone. Their handshake ends, and the beta hooks his thumbs in his pockets. He smiles.

“Sorry. What I meant is, we knew you were in the area too.”

“Who is ‘we?’”

“Ah, more apologies. My name is - “

“Baron Eugene Ciserov.”

James’s father appears from the cluster of huts. The heat has everyone’s scent baking off of them and James smells him even from behind him, the alpha alpha male. The Baron doesn’t say anything, but his hands don’t leave his pockets.

“The Baron here is a philanthropist in these parts,” McCullen senior says. “Back here on one of your supply runs?”

“Somehow they keep being needed.”

“So who is ‘we,’ then? Got a team now, do you?”

The Baron’s face lights up a bit again.

“Ah! Da da da da, yes. Well, we both have our partners this time, don’t we? Oi, Stazi.”

He turns and calls something in Russian into the hut behind him. The cloth covering the door moves aside.

James doesn’t believe in premonitions, but in the half second before the curtain moves, he knows what comes next will change his life.

She’s beautiful from the first moment he lays eyes on her. Like her brother, she’s fair-skinned and dark-haired. But while her brother’s eyes are blue, hers are dark as her hair, framed by a pair of glasses which give her fierce, aristocratic beauty a grounding touch. She takes in all three men without frowning or smiling. James feels odd. Like he’s being measured, weighed. Evaluated.

“This is Mr. and Mr. McCullen, of MARS,” the Baron says. “Gentlemen, this is my younger sister, Anastasia Ciserovna.”

James can tell their names mean something to her. The girl’s eyes narrow, looking more sharply at them. Unlike her brother, she steps up and extends her hand, tilting her chin up to meet his father’s gaze.

“A pleasure to meet you, sir.”

If anything, her accent is thicker than her brother’s, her voice deeper than James expected. She pumps his father’s hand with all the assuredness of a fellow businessman, though his hand swallows hers.

“The pleasure’s all mine, lass.”

The corners of her mouth turn up a little more. She turns to James and reaches for his hand.

She’s beautiful. Truly beautiful, long dark hair and big dark eyes. Eyes with depths so far back he can’t begin to fathom, and a kind of living spark dancing in them. A wise wickedness to this beautiful, sweet thing.

Her smile widens at his hesitation. The tips of ivory fangs peek beneath her upper lip, and he realizes the faint sweet scent is not the flower in her hair. An omega? She has more alpha energy than her brother.

She purses her lips and raises an eyebrow at him, and he realizes he still hasn’t shaken her extended hand. He gently takes her fingers, bends down and kisses the back of her hand.

“Charmed,” he says.

She takes her hand back with a look that tells him he’s corny, but he gets to see those little fangs peek out again as she smiles. She turns back to his father. There’s no shyness in this girl.

“What brings you to the village?”

As if she didn’t know. James and Eugene both squirm in place, but the old man grins at her audacity.

“Making deliveries,” he says.

“Oh? Us too.”

That gets James attention.

“What would you be delivering?”

“Food and medicine, mostly,” Eugene jumps in. “Supply lines have been cut to the area recently, and with the lack of clean water, infection rates are still high. We’ve got a load of dry goods and antibiotics. We’re meeting a contact of mine in the area to get them distributed.”

“And you brought your little sister to the middle of a war zone?”

The words are out of his mouth before he can think, and James feels the force of the glare she sends his way. Eugene sees it too and laughs.

“This area is stabilized, at the moment.” There’s a weight to these last words that’s aimed at the arms dealers, but which everyone ignores. “Stazi has been wanting to come with me for years. This seemed like a good way to bring her onto the team.”

“And it doesn’t hurt to have a young lady with you to help connect to the women and children refugees,” the old man says.

“Everything’s a business,” the Baron says drily.

“Well then, we’ll leave you to yours and be about ours,” McCullen senior says. “Baron. Lass.”

Baron Ciserov keeps his hands in his pockets, merely nodding as they leave. His smile is gone. His sister takes the old man’s hand again and shakes it in farewell. That unreadable expression is back on her face. Watching them all. Taking them in. James looks over his shoulder as he and his father round another hut, moving deeper into the village.

A heavy arm lands around his shoulders.

“Put it out of your mind, boy.”

“What?”

His father laughs. Their smells mingle, two sweaty alphas in their ill-advised clothes.

“If you’re anything like your old man, pretty omegas with big eyes and sweet faces are going to get you in more trouble than all the warlords in the world. Trust me, lad: that one’s more dangerous than anything we’re selling. Best leave it alone."

[musingsofsaturn]

Rolling Fields | Kristanna Week

Fandom: Frozen, Frozen II

Ship: Anna/Kristoff

Words: 1,100+

Rating: K

Summary: Eager to explore all that Arendelle has to offer, Anna and Kristoff enjoy a summer’s day in golden fields of wheat.

Author’s Note: Helloooooo! Today’s prompt was all about joy, sunshine, and harvest, and this scene came to mind. This little oneshot is set quite soon after the end of Frozen, and well in advance of Frozen II. I imagined that these two hadn’t said “I love you” yet, but they’d been spending some time together and strengthening their relationship before this oneshot takes place!

~ Saturn

[Cover photo is an edit I made using a screencap by Humphry02 on the Fandom Wiki.​]

Kristoff understood why Anna was so delighted, chatting with enthusiasm as she walked beside him. Well, ‘walked’ wasn’t an entirely accurate description. He walked, and she stopped every few metres to admire something, before realising that Kristoff was still moving and she had to do a funny little run to catch up to his long strides. Then she’d spot something interesting and the process began anew.

Patiently, he was content to let her take as much time as she needed. It was a beautiful day, and he had no responsibilities for the time being (Anna had taken care of that).

She had spent over a decade contained within the palace, not permitted beyond the heavy gates at the end of the courtyard. On her first day of freedom since she was just a child, she had journeyed through a dreadful storm and up the North Mountain, and it seemed as though that had released a deep wanderlust in her that Kristoff was all too happy to help her satisfy.

Together, they’d explored all of Arendelle following The Great Thaw. They’d wandered the traditional streets that she’d seen from her window for years, and she’d greeted every citizen - human and animal - that they’d come across. The cobbles beneath her feet and the sights and sounds of the town had given her a grin that spread from ear to ear, and Kristoff thought that he would go anywhere in the world to see that smile again.

They’d toured the fjords and lakes in the surrounding area, as well as climbed a few of the mountains together as well. The scenery was lush and dramatic, and at some points had rendered her completely speechless. It wasn’t something Kristoff was used to - if there was ever a word that did not describe Princess Anna of Arendelle, it was ‘quiet’. However, her expression was so awestruck and open that her silence wasn’t troubling.

In a bid to restore Arendelle’s relationships with the surrounding kingdoms, Anna had made tentative plans to travel to a few of the closer ones within a few months’ time. Arendelle as a kingdom had been so closed off diplomatically for so long, and Elsa had decided that the princess should be the one to visit; her friendly and honest demeanour would be sure to capture their hearts. Anna was looking forward to the trip, to seeing more of the world, but she was still a little reluctant to travel quite so far when she’d been so contained previously.

Today, they were visiting farmland. It wasn’t what he’d expected her to be interested in, but she’d dragged him to her window and pointed out the golden yellow fields to the west with her face had lit up so brightly that Kristoff thought it might have been treason to deny her a chance to see the vibrant wheat and barley crops up close.

“It’s so neat.” She held the plait-like head of one stalk between her fingers, tracing the seeds almost reverently. He let her take her time, pacing between the rows of crops, brushing the plants tenderly beneath her hands. “Kristoff, it’s lovely!” Her skirts billowed around her as she performed a giddy spin, throwing her head back in reverie to the sun.

With an affectionate chuckle, Kristoff took her hand in his. “C’mon, feistypants, we can get a view of the whole field from that tree.” He pointed to a large oak tree at the top of a nearby hill, and she squeezed his hand with hers before letting go to run on ahead. There was no doubt in her mind that he would be right behind her. He always was.

Anna bounded up the hill with the pure energy of a labrador puppy. Unfortunately, much like a labrador puppy, her ability to remain on her feet was a little lacking.

Kristoff cried out her name as she fell to the ground, before rolling back down the hill towards him. Panicked, he ran to meet her, where she was laughing, in a giddy heap of skirts and grass.

“That was so fun! Kristoff, you’ve got to try that!”

Relieved that she was unharmed, he offered her a hand to help her to her feet. She gladly took it, but kept hold when she was upright, before running back up the hill, dragging Kristoff behind her. He stumbled from the surprise, but quickly recovered his balance, shaking his head in slight disbelief that Her Royal Highness, Princess Anna of Arendelle, was currently pulling him behind her to roll down a hill.

“Okay,” Anna panted, beaming up at him when they reached the top. “Follow me!” Then she hurled herself to the ground, stretching her arms in front of her and pointed her toes as she rolled herself sideways back to the bottom.

“I cannot believe I’m doing this,” Kristoff mumbled to himself, before repeating her movements.

It was fun, he had to admit. His head was spinning, and a massive grin came over his face as he saw the world pass him by in a circular blur. At the bottom of the hill, he remained on his back, chuckling softly to himself as he closed his eyes and basked in the warmth of the high sun.

“Kristoff.” Anna’s hushed whisper made him open one eye to look at her. She was kneeling beside him, and she placed two hands gently on his chest. Kristoff tilted his chin towards her as she leant down and kissed him softly. “Thank you for coming here today. I know it’s stupid to get so excited about fields, but there’s just so much to see, and so much to take in, and I like seeing all these things with you. Specifically. I’m sorry that was- I just, I appreciate you coming with me.”

He smiled at her fondly, wrapping an arm around her waist as she lay down beside him, tucking herself into his side. “Anna, I think I would walk to the ends of the earth, as long as I was walking with you.”

As he lay on his back in the sunshine, with Anna pressed to his side, Kristoff felt his heart seem to swell with a sensation he could only describe as utter adoration. No other person or creature that he’d ever encountered had made him feel this way. He knew he was in love with Anna.

But he also knew that her trust had been betrayed before, and that she was not eager to repeat the mistake of rushing into love too fast. So, for now, he kept his feelings to himself, even as (unbeknownst to Kristoff) Anna was quietly realising the same thing as she lay beside him.

[hecohansen31]

can you write my sweet dumb lil xavier finding out that his s/o is pregnant? feel like that would be vv cute

(A/N): Hey guys! 

I am going to go back to my requests, although I am very sorry that it took me quite a bit to get through each of them... please understand that lately for various reasons I am extremely struggling on here and outside, so I am extremely sorry if I am a tiny bit... slow... I swear I am trying my best.

Also I did tear up a bit on this (and I love my dumb bitch more than anything).

WARNINGS: Pregnancy, Negative Thoughts About Pregnancy, Mention of Trauma.

You giggled as Xavier rushed to kiss you, just as you walked in your shared apartment, almost making you drop all your grocery bags, and you were unable to lock the door, giving your neighbors quite show with the way Xavier almost jumped you.

Whenever Xavier insisted on you two getting a dog, you would always reply that you didn’t need one, since he was already acting as an overgrown Labrador retriever, and the way he always celebrated you opening the door, in that moment coming at home from work, proved it.

Still fact that Xavier had insisted on getting a dog, since the apartment was too big for just you two, had made you feel slightly better after the doctor had told you the troubling news you had on your mind.

You were pregnant.

A few weeks, but you had been already bothered for the entire week by nauseous situations, although the fact that they kept happening all through the day had brought you to think that it wasn’t a pregnancy symptom.

But after the doctor had examined you, she had confirmed that you were indeed carrying a little peanut in your stomach, showing you the ultrasound and printing a copy, that you thought about showing to Xavier.

Hadn’t he freaked out in your face at the news.

You two weren’t married, although you had been living together for a few years, at first just as simple collaborators, since you were the photograph of most of his modelling projects, and then as boyfriend and girlfriend.

You hadn’t even talked about children, although you were both aware that you wanted some in the future, and you had stopped using condoms, you were still on birth control, the little peanut in your stomach “sadly” that small percentage in which the pill didn’t seem effective.

Personally, you had been overjoyed by the news, although you couldn’t help but be slightly scared at the news of having to take care of another human being, alongside seeing your body change, and when you had exited the doctor’s office, you had been shaking a bit, choosing to go grocery shopping to solve a bit your tormented soul.

When you had ended up in the clothing alley, you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from looking around the child part, where you spotted tiny clothes in pink and blue, red and yellow, white and brown, showing you the small size your peanut would have.

A wave of nostalgy had grown onto you, making you wonder whether Xavier wanted a child, right now.

He was on top of his career, and maybe a child wasn’t something he wanted.

But it was useless to torment yourself when you hadn’t talked to the man himself.

You just hoped it wouldn’t hurt your relationship, and neither it would have hurt him, since you knew all too well the long journey Xavier had had to reach that state of mind and health.

And you knew that a child would mean a strong change that would maybe destabilize him.

Impulsively you had picked up a small unisex bib and hidden it, after the grocery clerk had scanned it, almost ashamed of the fact that you were pregnant.

“Welcome home babe” Xavier brought you back to your little apartment, meanwhile he nuzzled softly at your neck, affectionately caressing your hips, and you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious and extremely attentive at your stomach.

Although you loved Xavier’s hugs, you were glad when he left you, carrying the grocery store bags, to help you, meanwhile he chirped distractedly on what you wanted for dinner:

“… we have leftovers from last night” the sole reminder of what you had thrown up this morning, made you feel nauseous and you immediately shook your head “… or maybe take-out?”.

Meanwhile he was going through his option, the grocery bags that Xavier was holding, ripped, horribly.

There was not anything frail or easily breakable in the bag, but as Xavier moved down to collect the items, he found himself looking at a bib for a child.

Your mind went through a myriad of lines you could use: a joking gift for Chet, a real gift for Trevor’s little girl, who was barely a year old or …

… or just maybe you could tell the truth.

“… what is this?” asked smirking with curiousness Xavier, meanwhile he collected gently the little fabric in his hand, staring at it and then raising his eyes to you “… is this … a bib?”.

“We might need it” you blurted, clutching your hands on your stomach, avoiding to face him in anyway “… I …”.

Xavier moved closer, his nose slightly scrunched up as he always did when he was trying to understand what was going on, and he wasn’t just connecting the dots.

“… what do you mean, babe?” he asked, moving closer but you stopped him halfway.

“There is a bun in my oven” no reaction showed on his face “… we are having a little peanut”.

You knew you were sounding ridiculous but what was even more ridiculous was the blank stare on Xavier’s face.

“:.. (Y/N), it isn’t funny… you know metaphors are not my…”.

“I am pregnant” it hurt to utter the reality out loud, since you honestly hadn’t thought of saying out loud, since it meant accepting it, but the smirk on Xavier’s face as he finally understood what you meant, made it all worth it.

“… this isn’t a joke” he stated, meanwhile you nodded, softly moving closer, but again he literally barreled onto you and picked you up in full princess style, twirling you around, as you screamed at him to be careful for your baby.

“You are making him throw up in my tummy” you taunted him and immediately, seriously worried that it might happen he put you down and you started laughing out loud in his face “… you are an idiot, Xavier”.

“Well you made a baby with an idiot, what does that say about you, babe?” he mumbled, shooting back at you who punched slightly his shoulder “… I can’t believe that we made a baby”.

“I was worried that you wouldn’t…” your voice broke halfway through it “… want the baby”.

“Babe, you literally made any of my dreams come true” he made you stare into his pretty eyes, and you knew he wasn’t lying in the least “… and I’ll for ever be grateful for the day we met, you gave me hope, respect, a new chance to live my life and finally… a child”.

He then kissed your forehead.

“I love you and our little peanut so so much”.

That night, after celebrating your little “bun” with sparkling water and discussing about what it might entail for you two and your careers, you had fallen asleep thinking about baby names with Xavier.

You were awoken by a soft hand raising your shirt, but you didn’t raise your eyes, knowing that it was Xavier, who would sometimes take comfort in the simplest of human contacts: your skin against his.

But then you heard him speak:

“Hey peanut! Your mom is asleep, so I’ll have to keep this low, I don’t want her to wake up and call me dumb, because you are too small to actually hear me” you couldn’t hide the slight smile that appeared on your face, but Xavier was too focused on your stomach, still flat but swelling with love, to actually notice it “… she has a pendant for thinking that I am dumb, and I really hope that you won’t think it too, because two against one it isn’t funny”.

Although he was pretending to be outraged, you felt his smirk against your heated skin.

“… but I honestly hope that you’ll think I am cool, because you see…” the smirk turned in a grimace “… I am not very cool, your mom is, she is a freaking badass”.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit sad by Xavier’s confession and almost wanted to stop this to comfort him, but he softly pushed his lips against your stomach to blow a soft raspberry.

“… she is the one reason why I am still here” he continued “… she is tough and might seem inflexible and strict, but she always knows what is best for you, even if you don’t see it, I honestly hope you take from her”.

You did tear up a bit, after his confession, because you had so many flaws: you were intolerant towards the smallest of things, you couldn’t be bothered with changes and sometimes could pass off as intimidating, but each sweet thing that Xavier said about you, they made you feel better and the thought that he wanted your little peanut to grow up like you, made you blossom with joy.

But the truth is that you also hoped that the child would somehow take from Xavier: his cheerful personality and the way he would help anybody, without thinking too much about himself, being a loyal friend and a romantic and patient lover.

You hoped that peanut would just take the best from both of you.

“I honestly can’t wait to meet you, peanut, you are the best thing in my life that I have ever created”

[fonulyn]

5. “My dog…she takes up half the bed, I can kick her off if you w—“ “no, I like it” With Piers and Leon please and thank you :D ♥

ansjfkgnk tHANK YOU for this

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It was so nice and warm, and Leon burrowed closer to the source of warmth even as he was still half asleep and not really aware of what he was doing. Desperately he tried to cling onto the last remains of sleep, willing himself to relax back into the land of dreams, but once he had started to wake up it was a losing battle. Didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the slow moment for the fullest, though. 

Leon’s eyes were still closed as he moved his hand, easily managing to slip it underneath Piers’ shirt, palm flat against his abdomen. That gained him a soft sigh, a sleepy one, and Piers only shifted a little until his back was pressed right against Leon’s chest. They’d fallen asleep spooning the other way around, but somewhere during the night they must’ve flipped the position without waking up. 

This was something he could get used to, Leon thought, and hid his smile into Piers’ neck. 

Only then he realized that the man next to him wasn’t the only thing radiating warmth, and the next second it dawned on him that he couldn’t actually move his legs as there was something heavy on top of them. It sent a momentary flash of panic through him and he jolted awake, sitting half-upright before his brain caught up with him. 

A dog. A big, fat Labrador that was lying on top of Leon’s legs and looking at him like he was the best thing that ever happened to him. To her? Leon had no idea. Except that the dog was clearly happy, wagging its tail so fast it seemed impossible. “I don’t think we’ve met…” Leon drawled lowly, his voice rough from lack of use, and the tail-wagging just intensified. 

That was when Piers mumbled something sleepy next to him, rubbing his eyes as he shifted onto his back, and then propped himself up with his elbows. He looked at Leon first, then at the dog, then back at Leon, and an embarrassed blush was already rising onto his cheeks and neck. “So you’ve met Xena.”

“Xena?” Leon turned to look at Piers, decidedly unimpressed. “You named your dog after the Warrior Princess?“ 

“Yeah,“ Piers admitted immediately with a grin, “C’mon, I was sixteen. And for the record, I still think she’s badass.“

Apparently the dog-version of the warrior princess was done wagging her tail at the two as she launched forward, practically tackling Leon into the mattress to give him slobbery kisses all over his face. Satisfied that she had then completed her mission she plopped down, half-wedged between them and half-lying on top of Leon. 

“I’m sorry,“ Piers said, but there was clear laughter in his voice. “She takes up like half of the bed so she’s not really supposed to jump up here. I can kick her off if you w–“

“No,” Leon interrupted him immediately, already scratching behind her ears in a way that obviously was the best thing in the world if one asked Xena. Her eyes were sort of half-lidded, her expression one of pure bliss. “I like it,“ Leon went on, peeking at Piers from around the dog. “How come you only introduced her to me now?“

“She was staying with my parents for a while,“ Piers explained, shifting so that he could wrap an arm around the dog and settle comfortably. “They promised to drop her off in the morning and apparently they just literally dropped her off and left while we were still asleep.“

Leon was barely listening to him, his attention on his new friend. “Who’s a good girl,” he cooed at her, earning yet another slobbery kiss for himself. 

Piers rolled his eyes. “Go figure. You’re already her favorite.”

[drjackandmissjo]

Roses are Red, Tattoos are Forever

Chapter 3 --- previous chapter

Feysand masterlist

The Sherlock Conundrum

Florist and tattoo artist Au, Modern Day

“Can you please stop with this madness? Hugh Laurie is clearly the best Sherlock ever!”

They were both sitting on the couch of his living room. Really close to each other. She had her left knee under her body and was fully facing him. He had been throwing glances at her way the whole time she’s been there, and now was admiring her everything as they bantered lovingly.

After a particularly rough client, that had taken her nearly seven hours to finish, she came into his shop claiming: “We’re both closing earlier, I need to rest and so do you.”

At his attempt to tell her off, cause “I don’t need to rest I am in pristine fit every second of every minute”, she simply replied with an elongated ‘Please’ and a pair of puppy dog eyes that would’ve put a Labrador to shame.

Useless to say, they ended up on his couch half an hour later, a marathon of the fourth season of House M.D. on the television and chips and popcorn all around.

Feyre is harder than she looks, tougher. She likes to drink whiskey and burning liquor and beer.

Rhys, on the other hand, is a refined rosé man. He drinks fruity drinks and cocktails and vodka. He tried the same stuff that she drinks, once, when they went out with the rest of the inner circle after Az had received a promotion. It didn’t end well.

Feyre and Cassian will forever tease him about it.

Since their taste in alcohol was on such a wide spectrum, they decided to settle for some sparkly Coca-Cola for that fine night.

About halfway through episode six, the debate had begun. The show was soon forgotten and left as a white noise machine that lulled them into their silliness.

“Feyre Darling. You are being delusional. Dr House’s got nothing on RDJ’s Sherlock. Just cause the character was inspired by Conan Doyle’s work it doesn’t mean it can be considered a Sherlock.”

She laughed. A delicious sound that was filling his days more and more each morning. “Do you know that Conan Doyle based Shelly on a doctor, right? Also, yeah Jude Law’s better than Wilson, that is true.”

“Can we just agree that Cumberbatch and Freeman are equally amazing.”

“Yeah, duh! But, controversial opinion: I don’t actually ship Jonhlock romantically.”

“More like platonic soul-mates? Makes complete sense. They are not interested in each other at all. You are right, Fey-ruh Acheron.”

‘HOW DARE SHE...’, he thought severely displeased.

“Oh please don’t be pissed at me. I like them together and everything, but in my mind, Sherlock is pretty much ace-aro. I mean, Cumberbatch was also Smaug. Which in the books is described as a dragon while the movies decided to portray him like a vixen...” He solemnly nodded.

That is, indeed, a severe problem in mainstream media.

“That is, indeed, a severe problem in today mainstream media. We live in a world where people don’t know the difference between one another! Daenerys Mother of Dragons? More like Dany The Soccer Mom of three cool lizards. That would be more appropriate!”

“Don’t talk to me about Dany, I’m still pissed about Jonerys. I mean, fan-service much? Okay, I can deal with that. But don’t freaking kill Viserion and try to make us all believe that HIS MOTHER WOULD FUCK HER NEPHEW THIRTY MINUTES LATER!”

She laughed again.

‘Gods above and below,’ he thought, ‘how much can a person love another?’

“Agree 100% on Viserion, though Jon after Ygrit should’ve just zipped up his pants and close business. You experience that kind of love once in your screentime. And when you do, Martin kills the counterpart off immediately after the big scene. You know that sadist is gonna kill you off, so just spare him the dirty deeds to write.”

“The dirty deeds are the reasons he is taking so much to finish that freaking book. Also, salty much?"

"You dare calling me salty? It’s been years and you still weep over Robb’s body.”

“Excuse you, it is a very fine body. Have you seen Richard Madden lately? With that kilt at Kit and Rose’s wedding? Fine AF.”

She was now scooting over, moving closer to his face to find a reaction.

“Fine, you’re right. But Darling, you know damn well I am attracted to that man, you can’t just casually throw his name around! That would be like me, saying that Misha has aged like a fine whisky.”

“And where would a lie hide in that sentence?”

“ANYWAY. We were talking of something terrifically important.”

He decided to add a Meaningful Pause to give himself some dramatic effect...

“How can you say you don’t ship Jonhlock romantically?”

‘Honesly I love that woman. She is my other half, I would die for her and with her. My life without her has no meaning.

But if her answer doesn’t please me then so help me God I will suffer through a meaningless life with the strength of my ships.’ His mind said.

“I told you before the 'The Hobbit/Game of Thrones' parenthesis. When I read the books I thought of Sherlock as a madman who cared about Watson profoundly, but mostly cares about himself and his work. Someone who doesn’t dwell into feelings, doesn’t really enjoy sexual times and, truly, a modern-day asexual and aromantic asshole with a kink for unofficial police work. Yes, He and Watson are amazing together, and especially with RDJ and Jude Law I saw the sexual tension, which then I also saw in the BBC’s version. But for me, since I read the books first, Jonhlock will always be the exact relationship shown by House and Wilson. Sorry to disappoint.”

She was so close to him, he could smell her shampoo and count the freckles across her nose. She was staring directly into his soul. Rhys was fully clothed in an old tee and some pants and yet he’d never felt more naked.

“You never disappoint me. As a matter of fact, you never cess to amaze me, Feyre Acheron. You are perfect and beautiful both on the inside as well as on the outside. Here I was, looking for a polite way to kick you out of my apartment after you say you don’t ship one of my OTPs and now, here still I am trying not to be drowned into you and trying not to get lost into your eyes and I love you so fucking much that it physically hurts.”

His inner monologue at the time? ‘Fuck. FUCK. What the fuck did I just say???’

She had managed to fry his whole brain with her smart reasoning and perfect voice and now he had ruined a perfect moment by saying cheesy stuff to a girl that didn’t particularly care for cheese.

That was the end of Rhysand Sphera as we all know and love him.

Cause of death: killed by Feyre Acheron as result of saying something completely idiotic.

Only...

“Do you really mean that?”

She sounded hopeful and scared at the same time. The horrors she had to face in the past came running back to her and were written all over her face. Rhys took her hands in his. They were both trembling.

His mouth had probably never been that dry and yet aching to speak at the same time. He could only nod and pray she reciprocated.

That was the moment of truth.

“Of course I mean it. All of it. Each unsaid sentence and each shared glances. Every time I bring you coffee or a send you a picture of a dog that walks into my shop with its owner even though I’m terrified of them. The dog, not the owner. Even though some owners of dogs are terrifying. I have been in love with you for so long, I forgot how it feels not loving you. I look back at those times when you were not in my life and even back then I knew I was missing something. And when he-who-must-not-be-named showed up and swept you off your feet away from me, I was broken beyond repair. But you came back and made me hope that maybe, maybe all my dreams could become true. But you were hurt and also broken, and you needed time to heal. You still do. I shouldn’t have said anything, but you’re just so fucking amazing that I struggle to not scream ‘I Love You’ every time you breathe. I am utterly in love with you and hopelessly devoted to you. I understand if you still need time to heal or would rather be with someone else. But I said it, and I do not intend on taking it back.”

She was kneeling on the couch, her hands still clutching his, tears streaming down her face.

“Don’t take it back.”

Rhys thought he had heard what he wanted, so he had to ask, “What?”, a dumbstruck disbelieving-his-luck expression plastered on his face.

“I said don’t take it back. I feel the same way. I am utterly in love with you and hopelessly devoted to you too. I thought you hated me after, well, Tamlin. It is pleasant knowing we reciprocate each other’s feelings.”

Feyre laughed again, breaking the spell between them. Only, now the deed was done. Neither of them could hold their emotions in any longer. Feyre leaned in and so did Rhys, and their lips met halfway in a once in a lifetime, epic romance, Full on Princess Bride type of kiss.

After they both ran out of breath, they simply remained connected in every way possible given their awkward position. Foreheads never leaving each other, hands clasped together, lips barely touching. That spell, though, didn’t last for long. Soon they yearned to touch each other’s skin and feel each other’s bodies.

They were never going to have enough of each other.

[izayoichan]

Rylan gets up and picks up his phone, quickly calling his dad, talking for a while, before hanging up.

“There we go, dinner is now ordered”

He looks his brother for a bit, but deciding not to ask, pulling River over to the other sofa instead sitting down, Lobo joining them, along with a couple of small dogs that want their attention and safety. Vy slowly starting to calm down, and very slowly starts petting the tiny dog... then instantly pulls away when the dog lays on its back wanting belly rubs, tail wagging looking at Hayden to see if it is scary or not, Hayden just nodding to him with a smile to tell him it is not. Vy petting the dog again much like he'd do with a Cat.

“Not... So scary I guess... “ “They’re just bigger cats, at least these ones here, the ones River says are good.”

He lets Vy handle the petting, resting against him slightly, knowing he would either need a walk outside or that tub to just cool off soon.

“Cats don't try to bite you and drag you back to... “

He stops himself on time, pulling lip and looks at Hayden, nothing how warm he is getting.

“I should put you in the tub... Tiny doggo will be okay with me moving... Won't you Charlie?”

He looks at the dog giving it a long reassuring pet.

“we won't be going anywhere.”

River pulls Rylan to his lap, while petting the dogs that are gathered around them, kissing the top of Rylan's head.

“Are you okay?”

He whispers so Rylan is the only one that can hear him, even if he thinks Hayden and Vy are too busy with Charlie to notice much.

“I'm fine... do you think we have all the dogs that should be here, cats can roam a bit more, I just don't want to have forgotten anyone of the scared ones.

He smiles at River, holding back on his worry about his brother, not wanting to drag that into everything. River smiles at Rylan and shakes head

“they're all here. Don't worry.” “Okay, just wanted to make sure since we’re all here and have everything set up.”

He leans against River, looking at his brother and smiling slightly at Vy already being good for Charlie, two scared ones can often work that way he thought to himself.

“And yes, btw River... are any of these liable to take a bath with me or are they not fans of cold water?”

Hayden smiles, looking at River

“Lobo likes water, he can take a bath with you, and there's also the Labrador, Goldie, that old lady also loves water”

He smiles, wrapping his arms properly around Rylan and smiles

“Just as long as Charlie doesn't get scared... dog barking scares me a little... So... “

He pets the dog again and carefully gets up, helping Hayden up and leading him to the improvised tub with cold water.

“Okay, slowly”

Hayden lets Vy help him into the tub, his merman form for once not appearing, something that surprises him slightly, maybe he has less energy than he thought...

“I don't mind, as long as they don't... “

He doesn't get any further as both mentioned dogs have jumped into the pool with him making him chuckle.

“Never mind!”

Rylan laughs as the many cats are looking at the spectacle with disbelief, while two dogs prance around the bath, happy to be splashed by Hayden, playing around in the water, Charlie watching them as if he is trying to understand, mostly he keeps an eye on Vy whom it seems he has bonded with him in some odd way.

“Well, I guess we know how to keep Goldie happy, just throw you into a pool!”

“Oh very funny Rylan!

He still chuckles and plays with the two dogs. Vy sitting next to the pool with a smile watching the dogs.

“Careful stinkies... “

He watches the Labrador with suspicion but as he's okay with Lobo he doesn't say anything though he let's go of a little yelp when he feels Charlie lying next to him looking surprised at the dog.

“See, Vy? stinkies like you!” “he likes you.. maybe because you are as scared as he is, so he is trying to make you less scared?”

“Yeah, must remember too that for the adoption event. Put a pool there for those two!” “Oh god...I foresee wet kids and annoyed parents if we do that.” “I say we do it for the laughs.”

He chuckles, still trying not to think too much about that day, or well more specifically what comes after.

“These are indeed good stinkies, well most of them anyway.”

He knows they have a few that still need work until they can be called good, but those are safely in their cages until that time. Hayden, scratching Lobo behind an ear and tossing water up for Goldie to catch something she clearly enjoys, feeling how his body cools down again. Vy petting Charlie, while watching the two in the pool with Hayden. River looking at Rylan, knowing there is still something on his mind, outside the normal worry about his brother, and he can easily guess what it was.

“Dogs scare me... Evil dogs attacked me when I was a kid... Plus they stink...

He pouts a little and pets, Charlie, again.

“But you are a good dog, right Charlie?”

Charlie wags his tail as if to say yes, lying close to Vy and much like him just watching the two other dogs play in the water. River taking the quiet moment to pull Rylan close, kissing him before whispering to him.

“We still have time, Rylan.” “I know, I’m sorry it just keeps popping into my mind randomly.”

“Random question, but a towel? Don't want to drench the sofa in water after all.”

Hayden smiles, as his merman form slowly appears.

“See, no fancy skin, just ears, and well a tail.”

He chuckles looking at River, then at Vy.

“I think you made another stinky friend now.” “I guess I did... “

He smiles a little and kisses the top of Hayden's head.

“Don't tell the cats.” “Yea, sorry mate. Rylan is the prettier mermaid princess!”

He laughs playfully and kisses Rylan gently.

“I'll go get a clean towel. We have the ones we use on the pets, they're clean.” “I used to be envious at those ears actually” “I never understood why though Rylan... and I'll leave being a princess to my brother! And I won’t tell them Vy, but I think...”

He doesn't get further before he notices Millie walking on his tail, ignoring both dogs and water, curling up on his chest purring happily expecting her cuddles.

“Okay, I'm still yours apparently... “

Vy smiles at him and kisses him gently.

“River is wrong! You're a very pretty merman and I love your ears!”

He chuckles as he looks up at Vy, Chris walking inside with their food seeing River coming towards him.

“Sushi delivery.” “Oh. mister Chris... They're in the back. I'm just going to get a towel. “ “I'll take the food there then.

He smiles and walks to where he feels the others are, sometimes being a reaper is fairly handy, and he had a good idea of where they would set up their camp for the night from visiting earlier.

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