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King and Prince 33

Part 32

A kiss had never driven Steve so crazy. Never in his life had he ever spent so long thinking about something as simply as a kiss. But it wasn’t just one kiss, was it? For one thing, there had been several until they’d been interrupted by the children. And for another, each one had felt more meaningful than the last. More heated too. Eddie had rushed them back to the castle like he couldn’t wait to get Steve in bed.

They never did find out what the boys had been doing out so late, but maybe that was for the better. The heat of summer was getting to them all and so it was planned to have an outing at Lover’s Lake. Typically a royal going onto an outing like this meant the entire court coming along. It meant several carriages and even more servants to wait on them hand and foot.

But Steve should have known that Eddie wouldn’t put on any airs like that; that he was the type to choose only the bare essentials. So the lot of them piled up into a wagon, a couple of baskets of food, snacks, and refreshments to tithe them over until they returned to the castle.

“Why is it called Lover’s Lake anyway?”, Steve asked.

“Because legend tells of two loves who couldn’t be together, so they drowned themselves to be with each other”, Dustin said with a ghastly smile.

“That’s not the story”, Lucas argued. “Two lovers came from the lake. One made of moss, the other of water.”

“I heard two people were so in love, their passion created the lake”, Robin said.

“I was always told it was a bunch of people”, Will said. “Not just two.”

“Stories can change over time”, Eddie said from the front where he drove the horses. They got to the lake shortly after that. The surface glittered in the sunshine. And they weren’t the only ones enjoying the cool water. There were a couple of boats down the way, fishermen. Although it was clear even from a distance that they were doing so for leisure. The boys wasted no time tearing their shirts off and stripping down to their swimming shorts.

El and Max took their time, choosing instead to head off for a shady area under a tree. Steve couldn’t tell what they were doing, but it looked like serious business. Robin was already lounging with a nice, cool drink and Steve was about to join her when he saw Eddie heading for the water. He too had stripped down and Steve was struck by the fact that this was the first time he’d ever seen Eddie in a real state of undress. His chest, arms, and back were visible and they were covered in tattoos.

Most of his body seemed to be covered in black vines. They branched this way and that and at the end of each branch was something new and different. Steve was mesmerized. He didn’t realize that he was until Robin reached over with a stick and poked at his cheek.

“Sorry, I was trying to close that gaping hole in your face.”

Steve glared at her but he didn’t know what he was more perturbed by - her making fun of him or her interrupting his staring.

“I was also trying to wipe the drool off.”

“With a stick?”, Steve asked, trying to wipe his face without being obvious.

“I’m not touching your drool with my bare hands.”

Steve rolled his eyes and went back to watching Eddie as he went into the water. His skin was pale under the sunlight and Steve worried he might burn if he was out for too long. Was he like the demobeasts in that regard? He must have better tolerance, able to even be in the light at the height of summer at all while the others hibernated in dark caves.

He watched as Eddie dipped below the surface and then came back up, his hair draped over his face. He used his hands to brush it back and damn, Steve might actually be drooling now.

“He’s…”, Steve trailed off, not having the words.

“I can’t believe our king has reduced you to speechlessness. In a good way”, Robin said. She looked up to view Eddie and only saw a wet dog where Steve saw beauty and power.

Finally, Steve couldn’t take it anymore and he prepared to take to the water. Will was distracting Mike when Lucas dunked him in the lake. Immediately after, Dustin breached to knock Lucas off balance. Eddie was wading at a distance, making sure they didn’t get too wild, when he noticed Steve stepping in from the shore.

Immediately, Eddie’s mouth got dry, watching Steve enter like something from his dreams. He didn’t wade through the water so much as the lake caressed his body. Before he knew it, he was moving towards the prince.

“Hey there”, Steve smiled.

“Hello, little prince”, Eddie smiled right back as they got nearly chest to chest.

Steve’s hands found his under the water and Eddie brought them up out of it to kiss both sets of knuckles. For a moment, the screeching of children at play were distant. They didn’t even notice El and Max diving in with a splash. All they could see were each other’s eyes and the droplets of water shining on them both.

“Can I tell you something?”, Steve whispered in the small space between them.

“Anything, always”, Eddie’s voice was soft, not wanting to break the moment.

“I’m still thinking about our kiss, from that night.”

“As if I could ever forget. My dreams are sewn with the sweetness of you. It permeates my every thought. If I could go without breathing, I would, just to keep your lips on mine.”

“You don’t know what your words do to me”, Steve ducked his head. “When you talk it’s like…it’s as if you take my words away from me just to return them.”

Eddie’s hand came up to grip the back of his neck, “If that is the truth, then I should give them all back. For I am no thief.”

Their foreheads came together and Steve blinked, taking just a second to savor him. And also to glance around and remind himself of their surroundings.

“What are you thinking about, my joy?”

“I am thinking of the fact that we must have eyes on us.”

“Then let them bear witness to our affections.”

“Hey! We can and will douse you with water!”, Mike reminded from afar.

Eddie snickered, letting his hands move up from Steve’s neck to further up into his scalp. “Sounds like they’re warning us off.”

“It sounds to me like they’re itching to splash us anyway. So it wouldn’t make a different whether you kissed me or not.”

Eddie’s eyes got bright. “Oh it makes a difference to me.”

When they kissed this time, they knew it would only be a second before they were interrupted and sure enough, water hit the side of Eddie’s face, getting Steve in the crossfire. It was still one of the sweetest kisses Steve had ever received. He and Eddie retreated to the shore, where those tattoos were brought to his attention again.

“That’s quite the mural”, Steve said, looking them over again. He could see a paintbrush, a sword, a book, and several other things that almost seemed like charms on his body.

“Each one is for someone in my life”, Eddie admitted.

Steve looked over all that he could see, wondering who was who. And also wondering how long until he found a space on Eddie’s skin and what he would be illustrated as. They returned to the castle hours later, children hanging on by a thread and ready to collapse from swimming all day. Steve was right alongside them, eyelids getting heavy. Eddie took it upon himself to carry Steve up to his room, even laying him in his bed.

He left the prince with just a kiss on the forehead and then the door separated them as he stood in the hall. He gave a heavy sigh and leaned heavily against the door, which was how Jeff found him.

“How goes the courtship?”, his friend asked.

Eddie gave him a long look. “I have to marry him before the year’s end.”

Part 34

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karespocketboyfriends · 1 month ago

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𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍

Chapter Four

A Love and Deepspace Fanfiction (Sylus X OC)

Warnings -> None needed

<- Chapter Three

An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

A siren is staring at me through the glass.

Her wavy, mahogany hair that usually falls halfway down her back has been molded into soft curls and styled into an elegant updo, held together by a sparkling rhinestone accessory in the shape of a feather. Two locks of hair on either side of her face have been purposely left to fall freely, bouncing over round cheeks in an innocent way that contradicts the subtle, seductive tone of her makeup. Her body is wrapped in a gown of sapphire blue, the fabric hugging her dips and curves and drawing one's eye to her shape. Spaghetti straps run over her shoulders and intertwine with a web of straps at the back, tied in a perfect knot to keep the dress from slipping. The front of the dress, from the wait up glitters beneath the lights cast overhead, and a slit teases the lower half of her left thigh. The hem of the gown hits the floor, kisses her silver heels when she stands still.

She can't possibly be me, and yet she is. She's everything I could be, could have been, if life were different.

I don't know if I want her, because as powerful as she looks, something in her caramel eyes still looks broken.

A knock on the door has me turning from the plethora of mirrors Mr. Vincent's attendants have left me in front of. My heart flies into my throat, hammering so viscously I can feel the pulses in my neck and wrists thump. "Yes?"

Landon's voice is muffled on the other side of the door. "It's me. Are you ready?"

No, but I find it within myself to grab the rhinestone studded purse I've been lent and walk to the door to open it anyway. Landon sucks in a breath as he takes me in, his pale blue eyes lingering on my chest for a minute too long. Pink rushes to his cheeks as his head snaps to the side.

"You look beautiful. Just like a sapphire." He chokes out, shy in a way that's rather charming.

I don't necessarily force a smile, but it doesn't feel genuine either. "Thank you. Are we leaving now?"

With a nod, he settles his gaze on my face and offers up his arm. Not wanting to be rude, and not trusting myself to be steady in these heels while my nerves are so jittery, I wrap my hand around his forearm and allow him to lead towards the exit of Eternity Jewels headquarters.

Landon pauses at the door and grabs a long black coat hanging from a hook. He slips it over my shoulders with ease before placing my hand on his arm again. "Nervous?"

"Yes." I admit, shivering at the chill in the air as we step outside. The coat helps, but only so much with the way it's draped over me. I'll be in the car soon enough, so I power through.

"Mr. Vincent's a good guy. You're in safe hands, I promise."

The way he says it, it's almost as if... "You're not coming with us?"

Landon shoots me an apologetic smile. "Something came up, so I've been ordered to take care of things elsewhere."

He leads me to a long, pristine white limousine with gold accents parked out front. The windows are tinted, but even so, I can just barely make out the figure of a man sitting in the back. The driver, who must have seen us coming, gets out and walks around to open the door for me with a practiced bow. I steal one more look at Landon, at the reassuring smile he's wearing, and climb in.

The man sitting inside isn't at all what I expected. With how established the company is, I thought the owner would be older. Grey starting to pepper his hair, wrinkles hinting at their arrival, that sort of man. Instead he appears to be nearing or just entering his thirties, his dark hair styled back with gel and tattoos marking his hands, wrapping around his fingers in patterns I don't dare look long enough to study. His dark brown eyes have a warmth to them I wasn't expecting. He's dressed in a pressed brown suit, black loafers, an expensive watch resting on his right wrist, and a wedding band on his left ring finger.

He looks like a character out of a dark romance novel, which means I need to do everything in my power to avoid getting on his bad side. As handsome as he may be, this is the N109 Zone. Letting ones guard down just because someone or something looks pretty is a child's mistake.

The driver shuts the door, climbs back into the front, and pulls onto the street. Naturally, he's driving the N109 Zone's sped limit - whatever he can get away with.

The air in the back seat is tense and awkward. I slip the coat off my shoulders and drape it over my lap, turn my eyes to watch the buildings fly by outside the window. My phone buzzes several times inside the purse, and I quickly open it to see who's trying to get ahold of me.

SimonSays

You okay, Evie?

TroyBolton

Ur a shit liar, where r u rlly?

Bile rises in my throat. I didn't tell any of my brothers what I'm really up to tonight, just that I had an interview and a possible orientation for an overnight job, but the younger two didn't seem to buy it. Things between Drew, Mateo and I are still tense, and we've hardly spoken.

Evie

I promise I'm okay. I'll message you two when I'm heading home.

"You look worried."

I jump at the man's voice, almost dropping my phone but managing to catch it at the last minute. Relief washes through me. I've had too many close calls with my phone lately, almost losing it in the park and almost breaking it now. I still haven't had the chance to thank Luke and Kieran for returning it, or at least, I suspect they were the ones who dropped it in the mailbox. Mateo found it in there the morning my life started to fall apart.

I silence my phone and tuck it back into the purse. "I'm a little concerned my brothers are going to burn the apartment down while I'm gone, not gonna lie."

His quiet chuckle surprises me, as does the soft curve of his lips. A smile maybe? "Brothers, huh? What's that like? I grew up with two sisters."

"Chaotic, but I don't know what I'd do without them. Silence unsettles me more than their roughhousing."

His smile grows as he holds out a large hand. "Forgive me for not introducing myself. I'm Vincent."

"I know." I say, slipping my hand in his. Realizing how I must have sounded, I blink. "I mean, I kinda figured. I've heard mention of you all day. I don't care enough to stalk you or anything." Shut up, Evie. "I'm Evie."

"Evie." Vincent says with a firm nod. "Thank you for accompanying me tonight. I'm sure Landon let it slip, but my wife is bedridden for the time being. Unfortunately, this auction means too much to show up alone."

I dip my head a little. "I'm sorry to hear that." It must be the nerves that keep my mouth moving. "Um, I understand that this is to avoid a hit to your social status but... aren't you worried that I might ruin your reputation?"

He turns towards me a little as if interested. He looks amused, too. "And how, pray tell, would you do that?"

I shrug one shoulder. "I don't know, probably trip over air and fall face first into something expensive."

Vincent's laugh booms from his chest, filling the backseat of the limo and melting the remaining tension. "You look so shy, and yet you're so bold. I think you'll captivate everyone at the auction well enough that even if you happen to trip and break something, I don't think anyone will notice."

He's... not flirting, right? No, I can't see a man who makes a point to bring up his wife attempting to flirt with a woman he brought up said wife to. It's got to be the all romance novels going to my head. Besides, even if he is flirting, I take no interest in married men.

I don't know why, but a flash of scarlet red eyes spears into my mind again. My heart leaps into a sprint, a jolt of something rushing to the pit of my stomach so fast I almost jump.

Vincent furrows his brows and tilts his head. "Evie?"

I shake my head. "It's nothing, just…”

“Worried about your brothers burning the apartment down?”

My own giggle surprises me. I didn’t think I would be able to relax enough for that to happen. “Yeah.”

The limo slows, coming to a smooth stop in front of a massive grey tower I normally wouldn’t spare a second glance at. Well, maybe I would, if I tilted my head far back enough to notice the bright lights spilling through the windows at the very top. I’d stare for a moment, wonder what could be going on up there, then carry on minding my own business.

Because in the N109 Zone, minding one’s own business is key to staying out of trouble.

"Wait." Vincent says, stopping me just as my fingers brush over the latch to open the door. He gets out first, and a second later, my door opens. "Allow me to be a gentlemen for the evening."

The smile that pulls at my lips isn't forced, but not entirely genuine. "Thank you."

I slip my hand into the one he's offering and allow him to help me out of the limo. He helps drape the coat over my shoulders before offering his arm, then guides me into the tower. The lobby is luxurious, white couches and tall potted plants, incense burners and artwork that looks more expensive than the Mona Lisa lining the walls. A man dressed in a lavish suit greets us and checks Vincent's invitation before taking our coats and my purse. It's an effort not to cringe when I hand it over, the loss of my phone suddenly making me feel vulnerable. Without it, I won't be able to call for help.

Then again, who would I call? My brothers, who I want to keep as far out of harm's reach as possible? Luke and Kieran, whom I haven't seen or spoken to since the night I discovered who they work for? Not that I've been avoiding them, but I can't say for certain if they're ditching me now that I know their identities.

"You're tense." Vincent says quietly as he step into the elevator. We're the only ones inside, but he still maintains that low volume. "If you want out, I can arrange for the driver to bring you home."

"No." I refuse too quickly, but there's no taking it back. I can't take it back. "Look, I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but I'm not here to do you a favor. I don't know you. I'm here because I'm in a tough spot and Landon said this was a paying job. I just want to get through tonight, and go our separate ways."

He nods. "I respect your honesty."

That's all he says, and I'm appreciative that he doesn't make an attempt to pry.

After a long ride to the top, the elevator doors finally open. The lobby was luxurious, but the room up here is glamorous. A massive, crystal chandler hangs from the dome ceiling, every single 'wall' of the circular room is made of glass windows that overlook the city streets. Live musicians are set up on the left side of the room, playing classical music that transports my imagination to a royal ball filled with knights and princesses. Some guests dance to the music, while others mingle with glasses in hand. Some even browse the display cases arranged purposefully on the right side of the room.

"I thought this was supposed to be a gemstone auction?" I question as Vincent leads me inside.

"It is." He drops his arm to take two glasses from a server, handing one to me with a charming smile. "This is just the before party."

I eye the glass before hesitantly taking it. I have no intention of drinking it, or at least I didn't, until Vincent brings his glass to his lips and takes a sip. His lack of concern for whether or not the drinks may be spiked both sets my worry at ease and spikes my anxiety at the same time.

Vincent chuckles and gestures to the glass in my hands. "It's safe, I promise."

Like magic, my witty nature clicks into place. "If I choke on a champagne bubble and die, I expect my family to be compensated for the loss. They'll be ruined without my sense of humor."

He barks another laugh, and as I raise the glass to my lips, my smile is one-hundred percent natural.

I wish I could say I was just as guarded as I was earlier in the evening, but that would be a lie, and I've told enough lies for one night. I've eased up considerably in the hour and a half since we've arrived, survival no longer at the forefront of my mind.

Maybe I worry about the worst case scenarios too much. I definitely have a habit of overthinking, often sending myself on spirals of 'what ifs', but maybe just once, this one night, I can indulge in this dreamy lifestyle without having to look over my shoulder.

"Oh, wow." I breathe as we come up to the next display case.

After mingling with a few of Vincent's peers, he lead me to the display cases, insisting on taking a break from all the business talk. Inside are raw, uncut gemstones in their purest forms, all different sizes and colors and mined in various locations throughout the world. Amethysts, emeralds, opals, topaz, each one is exquisite and a rare treat to look at.

But the one before us now has captured my attention in the way no other stone on display has, the sheer beauty of it plunging into my heart and mind and wrapping my soul in an embrace so beautiful I almost want to cry.

"Ah, ruby." Vincent speaks softly as he comes up beside me. "Quite the vibrant stone, isn't it?"

The chunk of ruby is large, about the size of my palm, and even though it's rough and jagged almost spears out in a few places, it's more beautiful than the polished ruby jewelry I've seen several woman wearing tonight.

"A shame it's uncut, though." Vincent continues, finishing his second glass of champange.

I shake my head, unable to stop myself from smiling at the stone. "I disagree. I think it's more beautiful this way." Reaching out, I gently run my finger along the glass. "Not many people get to see something in it's natural state like this, before it's cut to fit the demands of someone else. This is more precious, I believe."

Vincent considers me for a moment. "You are a very loving person, Evie. It's a shame we met under these circumstances. I could do with a friend like you. My wife could, too."

Something in the air shifts in that moment. The veil of bliss is suddenly yanked over my head, all the warmth in my body suddenly zapped by a frost so chilling my blood almost freezes. My heart stops, as does the breath in my lungs. I'm frozen, and yet my back is burning under an intense stare.

He's here.

I don't know how I know this, but I do. I can't be certain that these eyes belong to him, and yet I don't have a doubt. It's like his eyes branded me that night, marked me to recognize his presence by feel alone.

As casually as I can, I look over my shoulder. Immediately, I lock eyes with him. He's standing at the entrance as if he just strode in from the elevator, dressed in all black with some dark red accents and a black jacket hanging off his shoulders. He stares at me, expression as unreadable as it was the night we met.

His eyes make the ruby look dull.

"Evie?" Vincent calls, bringing my attention back to him. I tense as he reaches out to place a hand on my arm. "Are you alright? Too much champagne?"

I force a smile and shake my head. "No, I'm fine. I know my limit, and I'm not even close. I just thought I saw someone I knew."

He stuffs one hand into his pocket and tilts his head. "Would you like to go say hello?"

I shake my head. "It's okay. It's probably best that I don't."

Because if I get close to him again, I'm worried I won't be able to walk away this time.

"Mr. Sylus." A man sticks out his tattooed hand for a shake, the other wrapped around a glass of champagne. It doesn't seem to be his first drink of the night. "I heard rumors you were interested in the auction, but I didn't think you would show."

Sylus regards the man's hand for a moment as if deciding whether he would shake it or not. He decides to. "Eternity Jewels has a talent for finding treasures. My evening is free, so I decided to come see what your company has to offer this time, Vincent."

Vincent gestures around him with an open arm. "Please, enjoy the party before the auction stars. The gemstones on display are pretty, but," He cuts the taller man a knowing look. "I take it you're here for the real auction?"

Intrigued, Sylus tilts his head and warps his lips into a smirk. "You're sneaky, saving the real goods for the highest buyers."

"Yes, well, if my piece of shit father taught me anything, it's that the more expensive the goods, the more careful one should be about curating who we sell too." Turning his body a little, Vincent leans in closer and lowers his voice. "I have something that will be worth your interest."

"That's a bold claim. Are you sure it's wise to be so confident about my interests?"

"If it's not, then don't bid." Vincent gestures towards one of the display cases on the far side of the room. "I acquired quite the sapphire tonight. It's raw, pure, perfect for a man like you to shatter into as many pieces as you want."

Sylus follows Vincent's gesture...

...and one of his hands curls into a fist so tight, his veins bulge.

Noticing the change in the air but misreading it horribly, Vincent chuckles and raises his glass to his lips. "Honestly, if no one bids, I think I'll keep it for myself. Such a thing is too pretty to throw away."

If Vincent was looking at the man standing next to him instead of ogling the backside of his recently acquired sapphire, he would notice the sinister gleam twinkling in Sylus' ruby eyes. "Agreed."

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ylge · 7 months ago

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Some scribbles of my KhunBam Witch Hat Atelier AU

And some rambles below

Khun and Bam are witch husbands who run a small atelier together

Thinking about Ran as one of their disciplines. He ran from Khun mansion and took shelter in his brother's atelier before becoming his student. Then there's Miseng, the youngest student. Bam brought her with him one day. Maybe I should add Verdi and Prince too,,

What if FUG is the brimhats,,,,, Bam was (almost) one of the brimhats before Jinsung told him to run away and find 'the Khun boy who you dreamed to build an atelier together'.

Khun and Bam met each other when they took the second witch test.

Bam was taught under Jinsung, a witch that secretly connected with FUG. He was ordered to taught and 'shape' Bam to be their savior.

FUG is still looking for Bam to this day when he's living a peaceful life with his husband.

He was named Viole by them. But now lives by 'Bam', a nickname Khun gave him (sorry Rachel) because he wears a dark blue-black cloak with golden glitter that looked like the night sky

Aguero was taught under the Khun family assembly/coven. Bored and unfitting to live among his many siblings, he ran away (according to his story to his students) and started to do his study by himself. But how could he take the witch tests without being anyone's disciple? Well, he had his way.

But anyway, other than teaching, Khun also do a research of magic items now. He's quite busy, so it's Bam who usually teaches their students by himself.

They are both strict, but Khun is much stricter and cruel (according to Prince). But their students love their teachers. Khun taught them a lot about interesting magic tricks and Bam's cooking is amazing. And he's strong too! (according to Miseng).

Maybe the Zahard Princesses are the members of Magic Security Council...

Oh right, one thing about Jinsung. He has a glyph tattooed to his arm (a sign that he's connected to FUG) that he hides by putting a bandage. No one, even the Magic Security Council knows about it. After running away, Bam never knows about Jinsung's whereabouts.

And by 'husbands', Khun and Bam actually never got married in traditional way. They just vowed to be together and 'seal' it in a pair of rings have half of a whole glyphs on it (like Olruggio's link rings). When put together, it form a beautiful magic that reminds them of their love and dreams (according to Bam's story to their students, Miseng is so invested in her teachers' love story)

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witchywithwhiskey · 10 months ago

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On the AO3 post for the alpha next door you wrote that you'd mostly read omegaverse novels om KU. Do you have any recs??? 😄 always looking to expand my TBR!

oh my god there is nothing i love more than giving book recs!!! ok here we go:

Baby & the Late Night Howlers by Kathryn Moon was my very first omegaverse book. it's reverse harem + bikers, and the premise is basically that the female main character thinks she's a beta but finds out she's an omega by very suddenly going into heat while in a biker bar. i think it's a pretty good entry point.

Lola & the Millionaires Part One and Two by Kathryn Moon are the second and third novels in this Sweet Omegaverse series (which are all reverse harem), and they're about a beta who matches with a pack of millionaires who've found a male omega. this is a neat non-omega-focused duology.

Bad Alpha by Kathryn Moon (i swear not every book on this list will be by Kathryn Moon) is another book in this universe. its about a female alpha who forms a pack with a male omega and some male alphas. she's also an assassin who was sent to kill the male omega, but she mates with him instead. and she's very much a badass.

Faith & the Dead End Devils by Kathryn Moon is about the omega sister of the male omega from Bad Alpha. it has another biker pack but i think i liked it better than the first one. she's rescued by the bikers from like omega traders and it takes her some time to feel comfortable with the pack and i like stories like that. (also there's one scene where a beta uses his fist to replicate a knot and i....have never been the same 😳)

outside Kathryn Moon's Sweet Omegaverse series, i recently finished reading Devyn Sinclair's Slate City Omegaverse series and it's great—they're all reverse harem as well and take scent matching even further. Knot Your Damn Omega is about an omega whose twin sister is a famous actress and so she's struggled to meet alphas who truly want her for her, until she meets her scent matches in a pack of tattoo artists. Knot All That Glitters is about a politician's daughter who scent matches with her security guard and his pack. and Knot For A Moment is about a ballet dancer who scent matched with her best friend in college but left before he found out and then of course he joins her ballet company years later and learns she's his match. all of these are very very sweet but have a good amount of plot to balance the smut.

Dark City Omega by Elizabeth Stephens is the only non-reverse harem omegaverse book i'm rec'ing but it's just so so so so good—it has an enemies to lovers storyline that's chef's kiss. it's a bit on the darker side, and the world-building is more extensive than the other books, but it's fantastic.

i also devoured the first book of the Pack Darling duology by Lola Rock in like less than 24 hours, but it ends on a cliffhanger and i had to wait for the second book and it just didn't really live up to my expectations so that's a "maybe you could try it if you want" kind of rec.

anyway! those are the ones i'd rec. i've read others but they were only ok. if you've read any already, or if you do read any, let me know what you think!!

#molly answers asks #book recs #veltana

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I offer you the newest incarnation of Alyssa in the DCU!!!

This vers. of Alyssa is Dean's adopted daughter born in 2000 with a very heavy McBling style but with ACTUAL thrifted 2000's clothes because - in her words - the "Y2K shit is for lameos".

This version of Alyssa is a HEAVY departure from her original version, obviously her OG vers. being far more emo and idolizing the likes of Gerard Way, Andy Biersack, Vic Fuentes and the like. But instead this version of Alyssa doesn't idolize anybody for her style. She just chooses what she likes and bases it off of that, and what she likes is the early 2000s with the flashy styles, the glitter, bejeweled stuff, animal print, high heels, etc.

However, she does idolize Dean because - y'know - he's her dad and all so he's like the only person she really looks up to. But they couldn't be any more different because she teases him for liking "dad rock" and he mocks her for listening to "trashy pop" (she really REALLY loves Kesha, it pisses him off)

Also this is the only version of Alyssa who's had a child at a really really young age. Poor thing got knocked up by a guy at her school and gave her daughter up for adoption at only 14 years old and of course, Dean being a good dad (or terrible dad, depending on how you choose to view it) decides to confront the kid who knocked his daughter up and beats the shit out of him when he realizes that not only was he 18, but that he was also the main reasoning behind Alyssa putting her baby up for adoption.

Anyways, at 18 Lyss gets her baby back because Maisy's adoptive family is unfortunately killed by demons and Lyss decides that Maisy is infinitely safer with her, Dean and Sam, because they can protect her from the darkness.

Lyss also gets mixed up with a shapeshifter and gets pegged for crimes she didn't commit while in Gotham and she has to prove herself to Dick Grayson that she isn't a criminal - well, at least not of the crimes she's been accused of, and he works with her to clear her name.

This version of Alyssa exists in the Titans timeline. There's also going to be a Teen Titans timeline Alyssa who's gonna be so much more wholesome and much less tattooed (I know!!!! Sad days for us all!!!!) and there will also be a Smallville counterpart. This DCU Alyssa thing is fucken SERIOUS bro. But first, I gotta finish up all the Alyssa artwork for Titans, and then Teen Titans is up next and I'm excited because this will be the first time Alyssa will dress like an actual teenager 😭 no tiny shirts or skirts that look more like belts because this version of Alyssa will be 15-16. Same with Smallville too.

(P.S., this version of Alyssa is in a relationship with Jason Todd bc they're both dumbass teens and they fit together like two puzzle pieces made for each other. This is also going off of the original date of Jason's birth year being 1999 and not 2001???? I don't know why the hell they fucked that up royally when they said he was 19 in 2018? Welcome to the DC Cinematic Universe where they forget their own fucking lore all the time like????? (sorry, i'm an open hater of the live action DC adaptations any chance I get 'cus even though I love them, they piss me the fuck off sometimes.))

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 1 year ago

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Sweet Music Playing In The Dark (Be Still, My Foolish Heart) [ Part Three ]

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

A little bit of Buckingham backstory in this little au.

They met in highschool. Were an oddball set of friends. And they graduated and Chrissy moved away. But by chance, both of them ending up in the music scene.

Robin was always releasing weird random differently styled songs. Always keeping her fans on their toes. She's still a polyglot so she likes to write and and sing songs in the languages she learns too. Sometimes the whole song, sometimes just parts but she likes throwing it in there. Always puts translations in her little album covers.

Chrissy is more poppy. She likes catchy beats and fun music videos. She writes her own stuff and has a beautiful breathy singing voice. Is always covered in glitter. And is always in pastels. Robin is mostly in punky goth vibes.

They bump into each other at some award show afterparty and just... fall in love. And then they form a band. And that's that. Their fans go crazy when they announce it.

They both keep their respective vibes. Call their band Cottoncandy Poison. And they sell out their first tour in a week.

Steve and Eddie are both so proud of them. They're like their opposites in their pairings and they fell in love. Eddie and Steve were in the wedding. Steve was Robin's best man, in a beautiful deep orange velvet tux. Eddie was Chrissy's maid of honor, he worn a very cute pastel dress that she picked out for him. His tattoos clashing gorgeously with it.

The girls so so happy to have their boys with them. And then their boys become friends and they love it. Are secretly rooting for them to get together, even before the break ups. They'd never admit that. Bad karma and all that.

But the boys are friends now, and they're single, but they've been dancing around each other. Eddie had told Chrissy he was giving Steve time to heal his broken heart. Chrissy told him he could help Steve heal it faster. He'd just blushed and shaken his head.

But anyway, Eddie and Steve both like visiting their girls in their studio. They never plan their visits together but they do end up being there together a lot. Just shooting the shit.

Eddie comes in one day, Robin's singing in a language he doesn't know. He just raises his hand, waving through the window. Both girls wave back. Robin cuts the track. Eddie pushes the button so they can talk.

"Hey Buckster! And... Ham...ster? Not sure about that." He mutters, Chrissy perks up though, laughing.

"No i love it! Hamsters are so cute!"

"Alright then. Hamster it is! What was that track. Sounded spooky." He wiggles his eyebrows. Robin perks up then, snaps her fingers at him and beckons him into the room.

"What's up?" He asks as soon as he's next to her. She plops a pair of headphones onto his head. Tells him to listen. Tell her what it's missing.

She goes through it again. Sings back through. Eddie loves it. Doesn't understand the words, but the vibe and the sound of it gives him goosebumps. When she's done she looks at him as they take their headphones off. Eddie's about to tell her that he loves it when she says,

"Can you teach me how to scream?" And Eddie just smiles, tells her it would be his pleasure.

So he does. Talks her through it. Lets her touch his throat when he screams a few things so she can feel what he's doing. He doesn't want her to fuck up her vocal cords like he'd done when he first started out. She learns fast. Doesn't go too hard. Just kinda of growls a few words. And Eddie is stoked and proud of her.

She's growling things in russian, Eddie and Chrissy both smiling and nodding along as she does another take. Chrissy toning in with a cool breathy whisper type thing. Them singing together and meshing vocals always giving him chills.

And then Steve walks in, like three hours later and Robin yells,

"Steeevvveee!!! Eddie taught me how to scream, listen listen listen!!" And she goes through it again. Eddie still nodding, his nose crinkling as she screams, feeling it in his chest. He can see Steve beaming through the glass, his head nodding as well. When she stops, Steve pushes the button and says,

"Robs that was wicked!"

And she says she knows. And then promptly asks Eddie to do a verse for the song since he helped her get it right. He isn't sure. But all three of them convince him too. So she writes a translation for him. He does his verse in english.

And it's the coolest song. Steve watches them reord and it, smiling the whole time. His eyes crinkling all cute. He gives Eddie an adorable double thumbs up through the glass when they finish it and Eddie feels his heart flutter. Steve's smile softens a little and his cheeks tint pink as he finally looks away.

They all stay at Robin and Chrissy's that night, Steve and Eddie making the girls dinner, dancing around each other in the kitchen as the girls sit in the other room, snickering. And plotting. And planning.

They will get these boys together. No matter what it takes.

#sweet music #sweet music part 3 #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie fic #buckingham #robin buckley x chrissy cunningham #robin x chrissy #my fic #my writing #mine #SoundCloud

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thelittlestspider · 2 years ago

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🧠 🤲 !!

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

(i couldn't pick just one, so here's a few)

peter

- peter plays games like online solitaire, chess, sudoku.

- he goes on wikipedia, hits random and reads whatever articles pop up. he can sit there reading for hours.

- his comfort movie is legally blonde.

- he has a memorial tattoo for gwen.

ash

- this is more of a crack headcanon turned beloved, but i love the thought of him being an estranged member of the addams family. or morticia's family the frumps. i think in this one ash's mom was a frump.

wade

- wade loves parties. going to them, throwing them, it doesn't matter.

- wade loves pop music. britney spears, abba. he also loves charlie's angels.

(wade is britney coded and ash is lana coded. which are really funny energies to put together lol)

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

this is a scene from these hungry streets i haven't really had time to write yet, but it's peter/ash with hints of their sun/moon imagery.

peter sits up on the edge of a building, tired and discouraged. he's been swinging around for what feels like forever in the hopes of finding ash walking around in the early hours like before.

in his absorption with his thoughts, he almost misses her. but williams luck cancels out parker luck and he sees ash walking down the sidewalk below, dressed in a white wedding dress and veil, long legs eating up the pavement in graceful strides despite the high heels she's wearing.

she stops under a streetlamp to fish a cigarette and a lighter out of her garter pocket, lights up, and takes a drag, her face tilted up, eyes closed. peter's throat dries. she's so fucking beautiful. like some horrible angel made in a lab specifically to torment him.

peter's climbing down before he even realizes he's moved, jumping to the top of the streetlamp and gliding down it from a web upside down. ash hasn't seen him yet.

"what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" ash immediately whirls around and punches him with her metal hand, quick as lightning, but peter's faster and catches her hand. "hey hey, it's just me, angel."

ash frowns, brows drawn together in anger.

"don't fucking scare me like that, you asshole," ash says. "what the hell are you doing here, anyway?"

"i was looking for you," replies peter, jumping down from the web strand. he moves closer to ash, hoping she isn't going to sock him again. ash just looks at him with those big dark eyes, made even bigger with the liner and mascara. her makeup glitters in the light, shimmering every time she moves, making her face look luminous. peter is entranced.

"why?"

"because i wanted to see you." it comes out more earnest than he'd meant, and peter cringes inwardly. might as well go for broke. "and to beg you to take me back."

"peter..."

"no wait, just listen to me," peter reaches for ash, pulling her closer. ash goes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. peter almost gives in to the weak feeling inside him that wants to just sink into her, but fights it back so he can say his piece. "i love you, and i'm sorry--"

"peter, i love you too." peter's heart skips a beat. "but you have severe emotional problems and you need help." peter pulls back to look at her incredulously. ash rolls her eyes. "yeah i know. that's rich coming from miss mental illness america. but pete the way we're going isn't healthy. we almost ended up holding hands on the metaphorical train tracks."

"look, i'll give you anything, tell you whatever you wanna know, just don't disappear again."

"i can't promise that. but i'll try to leave a note if i do."

peter sighs in relief. "that's all i ask."

they stand there under the street light for a moment, embracing each other. ash pulls back with a tentative smile.

"do you wanna go to a party with me?" asks ash. peter's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden change in subject.

"a party?"

"yeah, that's where i was going when you scared the shit out of me. mystery inc. throws them every year."

peter gasps. "you know mystery inc.?"

"yeah, we help each other out sometimes." ash pulls out of peter's arms and tugs his hand in the direction he assumes the mystery gang's place is. "i didn't know you were a mystery inc. fan."

"i have all their books," replies peter, embarrassed. ash laughs.

#earth90214 #kimi replies #these hungry streets tag #im sorry this is so long #also ash and wade use he/she/they pronouns #so depending on how they're presenting they change #bc they're nonbinary #most of the posts in the tag are shitposts but this one is legit

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dragonbanexxi · 2 years ago

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The Dragon Queen

Not canon compliant!!!!!

Jaehaera Targaryen x Aegon III Targaryen

Chapter 9: Viserys

The light snores of his paid lover woke him up. The Dragon Prince sat upright, stretching his muscular arms; emitting a groan. He carefully made his way out of the comfortable bed, instantly regretting leaving the warmth of his new lover.

Viserys smirks at the thought of last nights activities. The man of six and ten had many passions. Reading, swording training, horses; hell he’s also not a bad singer. Yet none of those pursuits compares to his passion of women.

He enjoyed the sins of the flesh greatly. Loving women’s silky skin, soft hands, lusty voices. Brothels weren’t his favorite place to acquire lovers. Yet being away from home Viserys had to make do with the circumstances. He arrived to Astapor and accidentally arrived at a brothel instead of an inn. The woman he paid for service had knocked him off kilter. An exotic beauty with caramel skin and vibrant red hair. The most alluring thing about the woman was her intricate cobra tattoo that started at her left shoulder and ended wrapped around her right calf. How can one see such hypnotic beauty and not be stirred?

Being the complete inverse of his older brother was an easy feat. Aegon clung firmly to his sense of duty, making sure honor is upheld over anything else. Viserys loves his brother deeply, and he admires that he strives to set a good example. However trying to uphold such feat is aging Aegon immensely, and making him even more dour than normal.

Baela had hoped that Daenaera Velaryon would catch his eye. She was a beauty, with long silvery gold locks of curly hair. Eyes as blue as the sunlit shimmering ocean.

Daenaera on paper would compliment Aegon well. The girl was cheery, always smiling and laughing. Could light up the room with her sweet laugh. Thus her upbeat being had apparently only worked to push the king away in disinterest. Though he’d never say it out loud Viserys was ever grateful the girl was rejected.

Only he and Daenaera knew she wasn’t fit to be queen.

Remembering the look of defeat the ocean eyed girl had as she made her way to the dock. Viserys hadn’t meant to smile at her but he was never been good at hiding his emotions. And he absolutely relished in taking in the fury the girl held in her glare directed at him. The prince had waved goodbye impishly at her. Daenaera turning an interesting shade of red as she huffed away boarding the ship set for Driftmark.

The Spare Prince had warned Daenaera she’d never be his brothers queen, not when Viserys had her first.

Eager little thing that one. It didn’t take much to get her on her back, just a shiny rubi necklace. She wore it often. During the day when she was attempting to flatter Aegon it glittered demurely, it lacked luster. By night was when the rubi truly shone it’s beauty under Viserys’s candlelights.

Memories of Daenaera’s lovely hair fanned across his pillows, laying beneath him with nothing on but the neckless, floods his mind. Perhaps he’d visit Driftmark when he returns to Westeros. Maybe she’ll let him have her in the bath again like the 5th night they’d shared together.

They spent many a nights together tangled under his bedsheets. Daenaera too was a fanatic for the sins of the flesh. Allowing Viserys to have her anyway he wanted. Her cries of passion were their secret and their secret alone.

His smirk now a full on smile.

It dies down when he remembers the real reason he’s in Essos. It had taken Viserys a whole three turns of the moon to arrive to Astapor, and he was too late. Yes Jaehaera had taken the city. Her sigil proudly waving throughout the place, a green three headed dragon on a black field. To the prince’s dismay, Jaehaera had moved on.

News of her Freeing Yunkai had been the latest gossip and that she now has her eyes set on Meeren. A wild goose chase was about to begin for Viserys. He could sense it in his bones.

Feeling somewhat angry that it was he who was chosen to fetch the Green Princess. Though he did believe his brothers reasoning. Aegon trusted Viserys the most to get the job done.

Still… why couldn’t the spymaster do it? Julious Corvo had been the one to supply the girl’s whereabouts. Feeding into Aegon’s determination to bring her back into the fold. Rhaena also seemed keen on the idea as well, shutting down Baela’s trash talk of the girl.

Viserys pours himself wine. Here in Astapor they drink white wine instead of red. Not that he minded, he found it delicious; but red wine was better for thinking.

He was coming short of ways of convincing Jaehaera to return with him.

The tattooed woman had told him everything she knew about what her people now call the Mhysa. From making a blood sacrifice to hatch her dragon eggs to acquiring a Dothraki Hoard to freeing slaves of both Astapor and Yunkai.

If rumors are true his cousin has her Valyrian eyes set on Meeren. The largest city of Slaver’s Bay.

Viserys didn’t know what to make of her. The former slaves in Astapor love her, they view her as some goddess. The Mhysa, the Breaker of Chains. Sent from the heavens to set the downtrodden free. Yet her burning people alive seems to contradictory. Setting people ablaze and freeing others. It didn’t make sense.

What if Jaehaera was mad?

Like his people say back home, ‘madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin’. What side is Jaehaera on?

His thoughts interrupted by soft hands caressing his shoulders.

“Good morning my prince” her accent strong.

“Morning my sweet” he turns around to embrace her, his large hands finding her curvaceous waist. Her long red hair cascading down her back like a blood filled waterfall.

“The sun hasn’t even come up yet my lord. Come back to bed yes?” Her voice husky.

He only gives her a wicked smile.

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Sorry for the wait you guys! I had some family things to sort out. Next chapter FOR SURE Viserys and Jaehaera will meet! Dun Dun Dahhh!!! Thank you guys for the likes! Comments are always welcomed! :) Let me know what y’all think! ❤️❤️❤️

#aegon iii targaryen #jaehaera targaryen #jaehaera targaryen x aegon iii targaryen #jaehaera x aegon iii

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kazscrows · 2 years ago

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Six of Crows Reread 🪶

Chapter 28: Inej

Kaz was watching her intently, his bitter coffee eyes glittering in the light from the dome.

The classic Kanej stare

You can’t tell me he’s not worried about her-

I’m sorry but the thought of Kaz and Matthias even trying to blend in with the Menagerie is hilarious

But of course Kaz has a different plan

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” said Kaz. “Helvar’s been holding out on us.”

“Have you?” asked Inej.

“It’s not—” Matthias dragged a hand over his cropped hair. “How do you know these things, demjin?” he growled at Kaz.

Because he’s ✨Kaz✨

I love when Matthias calls him demjin

And of course Kaz’s plan involves going back on just about everything of his original plan

The man has plans A-Z in his head, but none of them are simple

Jesper held up a hand. “I’m sorry, isn’t Black Protocol the thing we want to avoid at all costs?”

I can just hear Kit saying this really well for some reason

Probably because in season 1 he says something vaguely similar like “You want us to get on that skiff??? The one full of people who, oh right, want to kill us—“

Kaz gazed out at the White Island, head tilted, eyes slightly unfocused.

“Scheming face,” Inej murmured.

Jesper nodded.

“Definitely.”

I am once again here for Jesper and Inej’s friendship and Kaz’s scheming face

Inej thinks about how she’s going to miss his face because she’s decided on hunting slavers-

“I’m all for locking the Fjerdans in their own ‘fortress’,” said Jesper. “Truly. But how do we get out? Once we trigger Black Protocol, you guys will be trapped on that island, and we’ll be trapped in the outer circle. We have no weapons and no demo materials.”

Kaz’s grin was sharp as a razor. “Thank goodness we’re proper thieves. We’re going to do a little shopping – “

That grin is going to kill me someday—

Inej upon receiving the peacock feather tattoo again:

Inej took a deep breath. “It’s warpaint,” she said, both to Nina and herself. “It’s my mark to take.”

The knowledge that they might never see each other again, that some of them – maybe all of them – might not survive this night hung heavy in the air. A gambler, a convict, a wayward son, a lost Grisha, a Suli girl who had become a killer, a boy from the Barrel who had become something worse.

Classic classic line

And hey- they do all make it through book one–

Oh Jesper just said the open casket line—

I never know how I feel about the show using quotes early.. it’s fun, but also kind of disappointing?

Like Jesper can’t say that again if we ever get the ice court adapted…

But on the other hand it was quite fitting where they placed it in season one

The StrUGgLe—

Anyways….

Get ready for a lot of Kanej

You can just assume I’m the equivalent of a keyboard slam for the next several quotes

“I have something for you,” she said as she pulled his leather gloves from the sleeve of her prison tunic.

He stared at them. “How—”

“I got them from the discarded clothes. Before I made the climb.”

“Six storeys in the dark.”

She nodded. She wasn’t going to wait for thanks. Not for the climb, or the gloves, or for anything ever again.

He pulled the gloves on slowly, and she watched his pale, vulnerable hands disappear beneath the leather. They were trickster hands –

“When we get back to Ketterdam, I’m taking my share, and I’m leaving the Dregs.”

He looked away. “You should. You were always too good for the Barrel.”

It was time to go. “Saints’ speed, Kaz.”

Kaz snagged her wrist. “Inej.” His gloved thumb moved over her pulse, traced the top of the feather tattoo. “If we don’t make it out, I want you to know …”

Gaahh say something Kaz!!!

The heart is an arrow

She reached up and touched his cheek. She thought he might flinch again, even knock her hand away. In nearly two years of battling side by side with Kaz, of late-night scheming, impossible heists, clandestine errands, and harried meals of fried potatoes and hutspot gobbled down as they rushed from one place to another, this was the first time she had touched him skin to skin, without the barrier of gloves or coat or shirtsleeve. She let her hand cup his cheek. His skin was cool and damp from the rain. He stayed still, but she saw a tremor pass through him, as if he were waging a war with himself.

“If we don’t survive this night, I will die unafraid, Kaz. Can you say the same?”

His eyes were nearly black, the pupils dilated. She could see it took every last bit of his terrible will for him to remain still beneath her touch. And yet, he did not pull away. She knew it was the best he could offer. It was not enough.

You’re right Inej. It’s not enough

But give him time

I think you’ll find him ready one day

Go sail the world and take on the slavers but maybe come back and check on him every now and then

He’s changing too

You also just short circuited his brain

She had her aim now, her heart had direction, and though it hurt to know that path led away from him, she could endure it.

But is it really aimed away?

Truly?

Maybe it goes straight through him—

Connecting you together…

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“Inej looked down at the wolves chasing each other around the rotunda floor. “I’m not sure why I began this,” she admitted. “But I know why I have to finish. I know why fate brought me here, why it placed me in the path of this prize.”

She was being vague, but she wasn’t yet ready to speak the dream that had ignited in her heart – a crew of her own, a ship under her command, a crusade. It felt like something that was meant to be kept secret, a new seed that might grow to something extraordinary if it wasn’t forced to bloom too soon. She didn’t even know how to sail.

Hm… what if the diamond necklace Heleen wears will be replaced by the necklace Alina gave Kaz in the show?

Poor Nina. No one can move as gracefully at the Wraith

A lot of this chapter is just Nina tumbling from air vents

Inej tying up the other Suli girl-

Oh gosh…

Nina smoothed her hands over the ridiculous costume. “I’m about to be very popular.”

“I wonder what Matthias would have to say about that outfit.”

“He wouldn’t approve.”

“He doesn’t approve of anything about you. But when you laugh, he perks up like a tulip in fresh water.”

Nina snorted. “Matthias the tulip.”

“The big, brooding, yellow tulip.”

Bless Nina for making this moment so ridiculous Inej can’t dwell on it for too long

But then of course they get separated

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#six of crows #shadow and bone #inej ghafa #kanej #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #nina zenik #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #grishaverse #reading #books #kazscrows #kazscrowsreadssoc

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justoutsideofdoncaster · 2 months ago

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20:06 13/01/25

Blog #15

Long time no see !! I'm back at uni now. Haven't written bcs everything's felt like a lot. Not bad, just a lot.

(Tracy Emin)

I went out the night I got back (Friday), with some of the hockey boys, all my faves! I brought glitter tattoos to pres which was fun and they were all good sports and had there's done. Obviously he was there, he was the one who invited me actually. He's always so shy when he's sober. Irritatingly so, like he can't even look at me. We were playing a drinking game (basically truth or shot) and he got asked which girl on the team he most wants to... you know. And he didn't answer even though he can't do shots because he's so effing stupidly shy and embarrassed even though everyone knows. And I got asked a similar question, which of the boys do I like the most, and I said him. Because fuck being embarrassed? Everyone already knows about us. We know about each other, like be serious. So he comes back to mine and in the morning he remembers that I said that and like a fucking idiot he punches the air and he says he wanted to say me and I call him an idiot again. Because I don't want him to be so shy. I want him to talk to me at training in front of his 'boys'. Anyway, we both slowly sober up and the most horrific hangover hits us and he goes home, although I wish we could've stayed in bed all day. And ever since then my crush has got ten times worse. Is it supposed to feel so heavy in your chest? Why am I so anxious. All my daydreams are about him. They're sickeningly sweet and they make me so scared. I need to get a grip, swallow it down, but I've never been so severely into someone before. Like,,, I have no idea why he likes me, and a lot of the time I think he doesn't. I think I'm delusional and he would never want to date me, and then he gets drunk and he's sweet and it sends me reeling again. I feel so exposed!!! So everytime I catch myself head over heels I remind myself that he's just a boy. I'll be ok without him. That I'm cool and ok on my own, like I've always been, and that if it ends bad I have to keep going. Please don't put your life in the hands of a rock and roll band (and by rock and roll band, I mean cute boy on my ice hockey team)!!! So yeah. My heart hurts just writing about this. I am so terrified and so down bad and it's so embarrassing but I have to act cool about it.

(pinterest)

Anyway... more stuff, not to make food and boys my whole personality like an insecure 15 year old, but I've eaten a lot less since I've been back. Today I had apple + scrambled egg for breakfast bcs I was up early for a lecture, and then for tea I had a salad, but the leaves grossed me the fuck out. I need to ask my sister what salad mix she bought. This one has rocket in it and fcking hell it made me want to throw it up. Or maybe I feel sick because I've not eaten that much! I weigh 60kg right now according to my scale, so I somehow didn't gain weight over christmas. I never gain weight, which scares me that I'm gonna hit 30 and suddenly be obese... stupid i know !!!

Writing these entries makes me realise how silly and negative my train of thought can be lol. Anyway again,,, went to uni today, first day back ! Had to come home for a nap (4 hours lol, i need monsters!!) but managed to successfully drag myself back out of bed to go do some painting in the studio and ship a parcel while I was out. Good day! Hockey later, I think that's where the anxiety is coming from. I'm so so shit (again, more negativity, he insists I'm good because he's a sweetheart but I know I'm shit, embarrassingly so) . So I'm anxious, because I know he's going to ignore me, and I feel like everyone on the team thinks he's too good for me and it freaks me out. God, that's it isn't it? Writing that has made me want to cry. This is all so new and scary and my stupid brain loves telling me the worst things and I wish I could live in stupid ignorance or I wish I was hotter or better at hockey or anything. Fcking hell. I'm my own worst enemy.

(pinterest)

Ok, that's that. I usually try leave it on a positive note, so erm... I guess... yeah ok. I'm happy he likes me. I'm happy I get a chance. I'm terrified, but it might be amazing? What if it's amazing?

Bye...

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gay-for-the-snz · 4 months ago

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Day 22: "You didn't use my cup, did you?"

I love this scenario so much, and am finally getting the chance to put pen to paper, so to speak! Many many thanks to @sicklyfruit for being so generous as to let me borrow his character Sasha for this <3 drunk snz, contagion, they're getting kinda frisky but don't actually get that far on-screen. 2.6k

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The hot pink lights are casting everyone in a gorgeous glow, and the alcohol in him is making the whole room feel warm and fuzzy. He knocks back the last of his drink--something fruity and full of a random mixture of booze that is dangerously drinkable. The glass joins the others on the table, a constellation of shots and cocktails that have all been finished already and are awaiting pick-up. Nobody's come yet, though, and he knows exactly why.

"H-hH--! 'DDJZZHhuh! huH'UHZZHhue!"

He openly sprays the table, collected along the glasses and tabletop, the droplets glittering under the shimmer of the bar lights. He sniffles, blinking away the tears on his lashes, and brings a napkin up to mop at his eyes, and then his nose.

He's definitely got a cold, and he really should be at home right now, but he's out here anyway. He gets a night out so rarely, and he is hell-bent on making the most of this one. The bar isn't as warm as he thinks it should be--usually by this point, when he's in a state that everyone is more beautiful than usual and the whole world feels like it should be in harmony, he's flushed and warm and comfortable, but he's shivering a little.

And this was by design, of course--he's used this tactic a few times before, with a lot more success than he's having tonight. A shirt with thin straps and a plunging open back, that shows off his collarbones, the curve of his spine, the tattoos that adorn his wrists and upper arm. If he's cold, someone will lend him a jacket. If someone lends him a jacket, he has an excuse to talk to them, for them to come back and ensure they meet back up with him before the end of the night. If they have to hook back up with him, then he's got a chance to exchange numbers.

Perhaps people are more likely to go with someone who isn't openly, obviously contagious.

One of the waitresses dropped off a stack of napkins earlier, but those are nearly gone. The flimsy, brown paper napkins are more for show than for actual absorption--he might as well use an actual sheet of copy paper at this point--and having to stack a bunch of them together is rapidly depleting the store of them. He'll have to go beg, borrow, or steal to get a few more at some point soon, or else he'll be left with nothing to even pretend to clean himself up with.

If someone drops by and leaves him a couple of actual napkins--or, he can only hope, tissues--he might just have to drop to one knee and propose to them.

He leans across the table to flag down the waitress walking by, and she seems hesitant to stop by his table. "Can I get another--uh--" His brow furrows as he looks at the collection of empty glasses. "Whatever I got last, can I get another o' them?"

She gives him a polite, tense smile. "Sure."

"You're a peach, thank you." He flashes his most dazzling smile, and bats his pretty lashes at her. Nobody's come to pick him up yet, but he's hoping that someone will before the night's out. He'd love to have somebody at least pretend to be interested. Not that he expects them to want to shove their tongue down his throat and take him to the alley to get handsy when he's got a hellish headcold, but he wishes somebody would flatter him here.

He rubs at his nose, massaging at reddened nostrils through the napkins, but it doesn't do anything to really assuage the feeling that he's going to sneeze soon. There's not much that he can do to stop it if it's gonna happen--he knows enough to not even really bother trying--but he'd like to try and do something about it.

He gasps for it--and loses it at the last second when someone suddenly puts a hand on his shoulder. It's surprised him enough that it really stops him in his tracks.

He twists awkwardly in his chair to try and look at the interloper, and relief washes over him when he sees who it is.

"Drinking all by yourself, handsome?"

"Sasha!" He gasps in delight, pulls him into a tight hug to press kisses to his cheeks. "Oh, darlin', I didn't know you were gonna be here! I would've invited you out!"

"What's got you and your cold out here at the bar all by yourself?" Sasha's hands slide down his sides, holding him by the waist.

"Ohh, well, I was hoping to--to hh-! hDT--! eEZZHHyue! hEZZHH'iew!" He angles off to the side, openly sprays the table, and is left with a pitiful snuffle in the aftermath of it. He extracts one hand from where he's tangled them into his curls to grab a couple of napkins to scrub hard at his nose. "I was hoping to have a couple drinks, mingle a little..."

"Bless you. You're out here like this?"

"Well, I didn't--I don't get a lot of days off, y'know, and I wanted to get to go out and do stuff. I wanted to have a good night..." He leans in, nuzzling into Sasha's cheek. "...with someone else."

Sasha chuckles, and he can feel the way his voice rumbles in his throat when he leans it to give a little kiss. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Are you here with someone?" He sniffles, wetly, unable to really do much to stem the tide with just that little effort. He begrudgingly stops trying to kiss at him so he can try and stop himself from getting Sasha all gross.

"I am now, aren't I?" He kisses the tip of his nose, and the feeling sparks irritation within him. He takes a shaky gasp and leans back--but he doesn't get far enough from Sasha to really do much good.

"Sasha, I--hH'HUZZHHieww! 'DZZHhue! hEH'EZZHHyuuee!" He tries to get a hand up in time to cover, but it does little to actually protect Sasha from the heavy spray. "Ohhh, Sasha, I'm sorry--please excuse me." His nose is so touchy right now, he isn't sure what to do about it. "I didn't mean t--"

He's cut off by Sasha kissing him, pulling him close and practically climbing into his lap to get closer to him. He's shocked, but not unpleasantly so. They break apart, briefly, just long enough for Sasha to press their foreheads together. "Elliott? Shut up."

He doesn't mean it to come out so embarrassingly desperate when he gives a breathless, "okay."

Sasha climbs off, only because the waitress comes by and clears her throat as she sets his drink on the table. "Could I get you something?"

"Could I get a vodka diet Coke?"

Elliott giggles, embarrassed to have been already so publicly hungry with Sasha. When the waitress leaves, he leans close and drops his voice. "Why don't we finish these drinks and then...see about going somewhere more private?"

Sasha shrugs his jacket off, drapes it over his shoulders. "No need to rush our free night, right? You wanted your night out, and I haven't been out long. It'd be a shame to get out of here so soon."

"Oh! Right--I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, uhm--to rush you." He shivers, and sinks further into the coat. Oh, this is exactly what he wanted--he's so much more comfortable now. The sleeves are too short, but he doesn't expect anyone's to really work for him.

He takes a sip of his drink, and leans back into his seat to get a little more comfortable. The music is loud, and the lights are low, and Sasha is looking at him in a way that's making him blush just thinking of it.

"Finish your drink. I want to dance."

"With me?"

"No, with the waitress. Yes with you."

"Let me finish this--oh! No, you have to finish yours, too."

When Sasha got his drink, he isn't entirely sure, but he can see him sipping on it--

"Oh! Sasha, that's--you didn't use my cup, did you?"

Sasha looks entirely nonplussed as he sets it back on the table. "I just wanted to try it."

"Oh, but I'm--but my cold-?"

"Elliott," he drops his tone as he leans so close he can feel the warmth of his breath on his ear, "I'm taking you home. If I'm getting it, it won't be because we shared a drink. I can think of ways for us to get much closer."

He's got goosebumps at the promise. "I guess it...hardly makes a difference, does it?"

"You worry too much. I know what I'm getting myself into." He takes him by the hands, pulls him up out of his seat. "Come on--it's a shame for you to be looking so good and nobody gets to appreciate it."

"I'm afraid that everyone's had their eyes on me all night--but not for the right reasons." He's certainly aware of the looks he's been receiving all night--every sniffle, every sneeze, every pair of eyes has been on him since he first walked in and sat down. Surrounding tables have all remained empty, and he can't really blame them, even if it hurts his feelings.

He snatches the last of the napkins off the table and stuffs them into the jacket pocket, Sasha dragging him by his wrist across to the dance floor.

"They just don't know what they're missing."

The alcohol in his veins is warm and soft, and the feeling of Sasha's hands in his, trailing over his body, is equally intoxicating. He's never been much one for dancing--never been great at it, never had much occasion to practice other than hitting the couple of joints that offered line dancing--but this is a moment where the self consciousness has faded into obscurity behind the euphoria of being wanted.

The two of them are wrapped up in eachother's arms, and the world around them melts away for the duration of a song. He finds himself leaning more onto Sasha than he means to be, and the drinks are catching up with him more than he thinks they should be. Perhaps he's got the cold to blame, or perhaps it's the fact that he's gone from sitting to actually up and about, but he's starting to feel like if they want to get anything done before he's crawled into bed and snoring under the blankets, they'll probably want to look towards getting there soon.

"Sasha!" He's shouting over the music, bidding him to hold still long enough that he can truly get to him to sustain eye contact. "Go finish your drink, I think we should go soon."

"Are you sure?"

"I wanna go."

And Sasha, who never agrees to anything without a fight, seems to accept it quietly. It shocks him to his core, and he half wonders if he's come across too harsh or too strange in the way he's asked him.

He wasn't planning on driving home, so he's allowed himself more than a few drinks to take advantage of this fact, but clearly Sasha was planning the same, because they're both awkwardly huddled on the sidewalk while they try to hail a cab.

"Sasha," he huddles closer to him to try and steal some of his warmth, shivering even under the jacket, "I'm so sorry. I'm so goddamn drunk." He clumsily crosses himself, practically signing over the both of them since they're held so close.

"I know. We're going home, and I'll take good care of you."

"I'm going to give you my cold."

"I'm looking forward to it."

"What?"

"Come on, the cab's here."

He practically pours him into the backseat, and he leans in comfortably against him, nuzzling into his embrace. "You're so handsome."

"I've been told that before."

"By me?"

"By people other than you, even."

"Everyone should tell you, because it's true." He's pressing loving kisses along his jaw, like he can't get any closer to him if he tried. He wishes he could. He wishes they could spend the rest of their lives right like this, drunk and lustful and romantic, wrapped up in eachother's arms and prepared to turn the whole world into their oyster.

"I'm sure they tell you that you're handsome, too."

"Not enough. I wish they would tell me more often." He twists so he can lay his back against Sasha's chest, feeling his arm wrapped around him to pull him closer. It's an inopportune time, but he's caught off guard by the feeling that swells within him so suddenly he doesn't have any real opportunity to do anything about it.

"hH'EGZZHhue! yEIZZHHuue! hh-! hH--!? hEIZZHhieww! 'DZZHhyue!"

The partition glitters like the night sky, the spray coating the divider catching the light from the streetlights and headlights that pass them by. He sniffles thickly, pats the empty pockets that have nothing left to offer him, and can't help the pitiful whimper at the realization.

"Here." Sasha offers him salvation in the form of a half empty travel pack of tissues, and the relief is overwhelming.

"Sasha, I think we should get married."

"Is this all it takes?"

He's too busy tearing the plastic open to blow his nose with significantly less reserve than he usually shows to actually answer him, but he seems to take that as an answer in and of itself.

"Alright then. What's our wedding gonna be like?"

"Mm...something intimate. Outdoors."

"With your allergies?"

"We'll make red one of our wedding colors. It'll match my nose."

"You're insane." He doesn't seem to mind, though, because he's already pushing his braid aside so he can bite at his throat, threatening to bruise him right here in the backseat of the cab.

He lets his head loll to the side, hands still tented with the tissues even though he's gotten distracted from his task of blowing his nose. "Not here--oh!--oh, Sasha, not here--"

He nibbles on his earlobe. "You don't seem like you're really wanting me to stop..."

"I don't--no, I mean I do--"

"Fine, fine." He doesn't seem mad about it, but he feels sheepish nonetheless, that nagging little fear in the back of his mind that Sasha might change his by the time they get there.

"Are you going to--t--hH'DTZZHhue! hUH'UZZHhyuue! Ohh...excuse mbe--" He'd normally be a lot more bashful about burning through the packet of tissues so quickly, but they're not going to be in the car for terribly much longer, and he's sure that there'll be something in Sasha's apartment to be able to tend to his nose.

"Bless you..."

"Why're you so sweet to me?"

"I'm just a nice guy."

He doesn't mean to laugh in his face, but he does. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry--"

"You wound me. You don't think I'm a nice guy?"

"No, I do! I do, it's just--you're very nice, especially to me. I just don't hear the same thing from other people..."

"It's Florence, isn't it?"

"I--well, there's really no saying who it's from--"

"So it's Florence."

"It's Florence, yeah."

"She just doesn't get to benefit from my kindness because she hasn't earned it. You, on the other hand..."

Sasha's apartment complex climbs into view, and he's practically clambering out of the cab the instant it parks. Sasha can't pay the man fast enough for his liking, and he's practically dragging him up the stairs as they go, the jacket around his shoulders warming him almost as much as the feeling welling up within his chest.

He's already pawing at Sasha's collar while he's unlocking the door, trying to get his buttons undone. "Sasha."

"Yeah? Jesus, you just can't wait, can you?"

He nuzzles a red nose in against his neck, kissing at whatever he can reach. "You're going to catch this."

Sasha gets the door open, flashes him a knowing look over his shoulder as he drags him inside by the wrist. "I'm counting on it."

#Sasha you are my angel. I am so in love with you and your freaky ways #snzfucker x sneeziest man on planet earth. god bless #accidentally queued this for 10:30 pm and was wondering why it didn't post earlier while I was at work lmao #''why are you so nice to me?'' he wants you to give you his cold honey. he's into you but also into your nose #sickfic #snzfic #snz #sicktember 2024

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