#briar counter picks

[lolrehberi]

Yeni Şampiyon “BRİAR” Yetenekleri Sızdırıldı! İşte Yeni Şampiyonun Kostümleri ve Yetenek Skillerine Dair bilgiler.

Riot tarafından resmi olarak bir açıklama gelmemiş olsada; Yetenek Skilleri yayınlanmadan önce sızdırıldı. OYuncular Warwick'in geliştirilmiş versiyonu gibi olduğu konusunda hemfikir. Gelin konu ile ilgili ayrıntılara bakalım.

[erosmutt]

/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒coffee date w/ olderbf!hay﹒⌅

≻ㅤ﹒ㅤlet's have a coffee together!ㅤ﹒ㅤノ

"this way, sweetheart." hayden calls after you, motioning for you to follow him. he'd just picked you up from uni, and he promised you a warm drink, since autumn weather was beginning to settle in.

"I told you to bring a jacket." He chides, removing his warm outer flannel. He takes your messenger bag and puts it on his shoulder, then replaces it with his shirt. "There you go." He smiles, pulling you in and rubbing your bicep. "aren't you excited for pumpkin spice season?" you smile, laying your head against him. "kinda. i really want the pumpkin muffin. i was thinking of making them myself, but i don't know."

"mm, maybe we can do some baking together, yeah? i know Briar likes pumpkin spice stuff." hayden says, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your temple before opening the door to the starbucks for you. the two of you walk to the counter and hayden takes out his wallet, then removes his card, waiting to tap it as you give your order to the barista. "that all you want, lovie?" he asks and you nod.

once the two of you sat down with your coffee and pastry, you began to chat about life. him and spending time with his daughter, you and schooling, and whatever else came up in conversation. little things like this were what made you happy, with hayden or without.

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[yuusishi]

Hello, I hope you're having a great week. Could I request Vil, Malleus, and Leona being carried bridal-style by their tiny yet powerful s/o?

. . . TINY MENACE

pairings : Vil Schoenheit , Malleus Draconia , Leona Kingscholar x gn!reader (sep.)

genre : fluff , established relationship

cws/tws : student insults Reader in Vil's part but no actual insults are written

a/n : the third years are my sillies

Vil Schoenheit !!

Complains the entire time v1.

You two were in an argument with a student that was constantly throwing insults at you.

Usually Vil would make you ignore that student and continue walking, but that student just kept throwing hurtful words at you. Ones that basically demanded Vil's attention.

It was a back and forth between him and the student, they hurled multiple insults at you while Vil smartly countered them.

It was getting tiring for you.

You had the strength, so why don't you just lift your boyfriend and go somewhere else to cool off? And that you did.

Vil's face morphed from his usual neutral face to surprised as he felt his feet lift off the ground, the student stepping back in surprise as well.

"I'm getting too tired to deal with this! Bye!" you yelled.

Be ready to hear a lot of "Dear, set me down" "What a bold potato you are, now, set me down before anyone sees"

Nothing threatening, but you can definitely hear the panic in his voice.

And don't worry about the student, they won't bother you now after seeing your strength and no one will believe them when they say that you lifted Vil Schoenheit.

Malleus Draconia !!

To be honest, if you're able to lift Malleus Draconia while being way shorter than him, I'd be terrified of you.

You were both sitting in bed when you started a joke argument, this was one of the few times Malleus joined you in this.

"Stop making fun of my height before I throw you across the room" "My, wouldn't that be quite the spectacle"

Sitting up on the bed, Malleus stared at you curiously before you put your hands under his back and knees and easily lifted the nearly seven foot fae prince.

You didn't throw him across the room, of course.

Malleus would be lying if he said he didn't feel surprised at first, instinctively putting his hand on your shoulder for support. He didn't feel scared, though, he knew you would never harm him.

He just looked extremely babygirl at the entire thing.

He'd be surprised when you finally set him back down. He knew you were stronger than an average human even with your height, but this is the only time he experienced it.

Mal would be laying completely still in the bed for a few seconds to take in what just happened, not being used to just randomly getting picked off where he was laying.

(But really, who is).

It was a thrilling experience for him, surprise and thrill are emotions that he rarely gets to feel due to him either just being at NRC or in Briar Valley. Only getting to really go out into the world when impromptu trips like when they visited the Scalding Sands happen and on field trips.

Strangely enough, he liked that you made him experience a rather foreign emotion, even if he did get caught off guard like that. Just make sure not to pull this when Silver and Sebek are nearby.

Leona Kingscholar !!

Complains the entire time v2.

The teachers (mainly Professor Trein and Crewel) were starting to get annoyed that Leona wasn't attending classes yet again, they knew that you were close with him and that's how forcing fetching Leona to classes went from Ruggie's job to yours.

You knew he'd either be at the dorms or the botanical garden, so you tried your luck in the botanical garden first. Luck was on your side today for you found him on your first try, now getting Leona to come with you was the true test of luck.

Leona was definitely more biased towards you, that's undeniably obvious, but forcing him to wake up was something that even you had difficulty in doing.

You poked at the beastman and even pushed him a couple times, but he wouldn't budge, he remained deep asleep on the cold floor.

That's when you got an idea.

Leona's eyes shot open when he felt himself get lifted off the cool floor. He almost pushed whoever had the audacity to not only wake him up, but to also pick him up like a baby if he didn't recognize your scent.

"Oi Herbivore, what do you think you're doing" "I'm getting tired of the professors nagging me to pick you up, so why don't I just do just that".

He found it funny at first, that you were able to pick him up like he had featherlight weight despite your size.

Then the complaining came when you refused to let him down until you got to the classroom (even if he didn't even attempt to get down himself).

"Just put me down already" "I'm not a baby, I can walk by myself" "Then why don't you just jump down?"

Silence...

[wellcollapse]

tease tidbit tuesday

thank you to @wildlife4life @shitouttabuck @fortheloveofbuddie @cal-daisies-and-briars @daffi-990 @jeeyuns @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @loserdiaz for tagging me over the last week!!

buck meets the diazes won the poll from a few days ago, so here's a slightly reworked snippet for y'all :)

Ramon doesn’t say anything to him on his way into the kitchen, so Buck turns back to the section on fried foods, looking for a dish to bring to his birthday barbeque. He stops again when he hears Ramon muttering to himself in Spanish. Buck catches the tail end of it – something about not being able to find the trash can?  “Under the counter,” Buck calls out absentmindedly, finger pausing on a recipe for fried okra. Bingo.  Ramon pokes his head through the kitchen door and looks at him in surprise. “You understand Spanish?” “Oh, yeah,” Buck says awkwardly. “I can’t speak it very well, and my accent’s terrible. But I lived in Peru for a little while, picked up a few words here and there. And Eddie and Chris are always watching their telenovelas, so I thought I’d try to learn so I can actually follow along.” He shrugs, eyes flitting back to his book. “I’m not fluent yet, but I’d like to be, someday.”  “Hmm,” Ramon says, expression inscrutable. “Well, thank you, Buck.”  He disappears back into the kitchen, and Buck figures that's the end of it, going back to mentally calculating the amount of okra he’ll need to buy to feed everyone coming to his party. God, he really misses his math powers sometimes. Unfortunately, Buck's attempt to will his abilities back into existence doesn't work. They don't miraculously come back, so he gives up and pulls out his phone to calculate it for him. Twenty seven people will be coming, and if he takes into account food allergies and personal tastes plus portion sizes, that should amount to— "May I sit?" Ramon is standing in front of him, carrying a metal tin.  

tagging @captain-hen @antibyler @housewifebuck @eddiebabygirldiaz and anyone else who wants to do it :)

[lenoraah]

𝙩𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨

pairing - dad!daniel ricciardo x mom!reader

summary - early mornings when reader can just sleep in without her girls shrieking and screaming are difficult, however when Daniel is home, he tries his best to let his wife sleep in, which also means making breakfast while trying his best to entertain his kids

a/n - this from a poll 🤍 i’m just going to use the same kids from the last Danny Ric girl dad thing; Adelaide (9), Cherish (7), Briar (5), Marina (2)

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“We have to be quiet,”

All four of the kids agree but of course not without quiet laughter. Daniel helps Marina up into the countertop before looking down at his other three daughters looking up at him with widen eyes.

Briar steps forward, motioning for Daniel to lean towards her.

“Where’s Mama?” Marina whispers, making Daniel smile as he starts to explain his plan to the girls.

“We’re going to make breakfast to surprise her.” Daniel whispers back. The rest of the girls nods, agreeing with their father and sister.

The girls settle onto the counter stools with Briar on the counter, swinging her legs. Daniel grabs the eggs, toast and the fresh fruits. He settles them on the countertop.

“Daddy, what are we making?” Adelaide asks, her brown eyes wandering to the berries on the marble counter.

“We are going to make toast,” Daniel grabs the thing of peanut butter, a gentle grin appearing on his face. “It’s simple and easy as one day the four of you can make it for me and your mum.”

As the hour goes on, Daniel and the girls have fun talking and laughing. While Daniel teaches Adelaide and Cherish how to work the toaster, Marina and Briar sort the washed berries by color, not to mention eating some as well.

While Daniel cuts up some of the fruits, the girls run around the kitchen. Shrieking and happily yelling as they begin to jump on the couches.

Daniel shakes his head with a smile on his face as he watches Briar reach out to her sisters. Daniel washes his hands before holding Marina in his arms and walking over towards Adelaide, Cherish and Briar.

“Guys, we have to finish breakfast.” He smiles as the other girls crash into him, hugging him tightly.

“Do you think Mama wants peanut butter or jam on hers?” Cherish tilts her head to the side, eyes flickering between the peanut butter and strawberry jam.

“I think she’ll like whatever you make for her.” Daniel smiles, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Okay,” Cherish hums, nodding as she grabs the peanut butter.

Once Cherish is done with the peanut butter, Adelaide and Briar have fun with berries. They sprinkle them all over the toast and while they’re distracted, Daniel quickly rearranges them to look a little better.

“Can we give it to Mama now?” Cherish whines, jumping impatiently.

“Yeah!” Adelaide, Briar and Marina agree, nodding.

“Okay,” Daniel hums, picking up the plate and putting it on a tray.

Adelaide helps Marina waddle towards the master bedroom alongside Daniel and the other girls. As Daniel opens the door, the girls quiet walk in before jumping onto the bed.

“Mama! Wake up! We made you breakfast!”

Y/n quickly sits up, eyes widen as she realizes that all four of the girls are in bed. Marina crawls into her mother’s lap and the rest of the cuddle around their mom.

“We made you breakfast,” Cherish whispers and Y/n nods, a smile on her face.

“You did, well then let’s see it.” Y/n hums, happily taking the plate from Daniel.

“This looks great, thanks everybody.” Y/n smiles, eyeing the plate of toast piled with fruits and peanut butter.

“I love you, all of you.” Y/n wraps her arms around her daughters and motions for her husband to get closer to her. All of them climb onto the bed, cuddling their mother and wife.

A chorus of I love you toos soon follow. The six of them stay together in bed for a while, happily hugging one and other.

[diazheartsbuckley]

Hello! Epicbuddieficrecs here :) ⚡️⚡️⚡️🏫🏫🏫

Hey you! 💗

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

“I’m sorry for just uhm-…” Buck clears his throat as he picks at the hem of his shirt, unable to make eye contact with Eddie.

He feels bad. Feels bad that he just left Eddie hanging after he poured his heart out to him. Feels bad that he hasn’t replied to any of his calls or texts since last night. It leaves him with a sinking feeling in his chest as he glances up at Eddie, seeing the soft creases in his forehead deepening. He has seen that look before and knows exactly what it means. Eddie isn’t angry, isn’t upset but rather confused and hurt and Buck can’t really blame him.

“Running off?” Eddie says, his words laced with a hint of sarcasm and a bit of hurt. Scratch that, a lot of hurt. He didn’t know what he was expecting when he laid all his cards on the table with Buck last night but it definitely wasn’t being ignored.

🏫🏫🏫🏫

“You wanna talk about it?” Shannon asks carefully, slowly moving away from Eddie and leans back against the counter, palms pressed against the cold marble.

“It’s nothing, it’s fine” Eddie says as he slides past her, grabbing a glass from the cabinet next to her head. Sometimes he forgets how in sync they have been because Shannon ducks her head almost instinctively and then tilts it back upright, curious eyes not leaving him alone.

“Eddie, come on. We talked to Doctor Callahan about this” Shannon says and Eddie grits his teeth a little as he fills the glass with water, almost letting it overflow as he disappears into his own head. He doesn’t like Doctor Callahan, not because she’s a bad therapist but because she’s making him feel things that he doesn’t want to feel and think things that he doesn’t want to think about and because she’s squeezing every hard earned dollar out of him. As if getting separated hadn’t been costly enough. Both emotionally and financially. And Eddie hates that the latter is what comes first in his mind. Not when it comes to Chris but when it comes to him and Shannon, sure he loves her but he doesn’t love her the way that she deserves to be loved.

Make me write ✍🏻

Using this as my tease tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @dangerpronebuddie @bidisasterevankinard and @jesuisici33 💋

No pressure tagging 💗(let me know if you want to be added or removed)

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[ghoststyles]

Baby’s First Check-up

A Fairway to Heaven Blurb

This takes place 1 year after the conclusion of the original story

*no trigger warnings; FLUFF only hehehe

“Harry, can you go upstairs and see if she’s awake yet? I knew we shouldn’t have scheduled the appointment at this time,” Briar puffs air through her lips.

“Sure. Gus Gus, wanna go see if baby sis is awake? We have to take her to the doctor,” Harry looks down at Gus, the gray around his eyes a little more prominent. The dog tilts his head before jumping up from his position on the floor and follows Harry through the entryway.

Briar puts the last minute essentials in her bag, not knowing how long they’ll be at the appointment, since it’s the first one at this office. She lines up the carrier on the counter, ready for Harry to put a wiggly little girl in there.

Harry quietly enters their bedroom, spying his sleeping angel in her little area. Gus stares at her through the mesh, his nose twitching as he smells her. Harry reaches down to gently pick her up, pressing soft kisses in and around her face. He grabs a tiny pink bow to stick in the fuzz on top of her head from the collection on the dresser.

“Good morning, sweet girl. How’d you sleep?” Harry says, scratching her back. He places the pink bow gently on her head. Harry looks around the room before grabbing her small stuffed giraffe, Raffie, and continues down the hallway to the stairs.

He appears in the kitchen minutes later, her little head resting delicately on his shoulder. Briar coos at her, licking her thumb to brush fuzzy hair out of her eyes.

“How’d you sleep, lovie?”

“Sleepy girl today. I think it’s from keeping mama and dada awake all night last night,” Harry smiles, pressing a kiss to her forehead and inhaling the scent from her oatmeal shampoo.

“She’s lucky she’s cute, huh?”

After situating her in the carrier, the proud parents make their way to the car hand in hand. Harry straps the carrier in the rear passenger side, laying a blanket over her while Briar jumps in the front seat. They embark, pinkies interlocked, preparing themselves to answer a million questions.

Harry spots his girl in the mirror, her hair in every direction and staring out the window wildly. His heart grows bigger and bigger for her every day. Briar and Harry’s nights have been long and restless, but well worth it. Now that he has his routine down pat with Oliver, this is a piece of cake.

Harry gently pulls the car into the lot, parking a few spots down from the door. Briar hops out to unbuckle the carrier, slinging the strap over her shoulder. Harry grabs Briar’s bag from the back seat then jogs around the hood to meet her.

The lock hands, walking into the front door of the office. It’s quiet, luckily, but their girl’s eyes are wondering all over the waiting room, taking in the colors. Briar pets at the side of her mouth gently as she sits on Harry’s lap.

“Wynnie Styles?”

Harry and Briar’s heads shoot up. Harry stands up, “Yep, that’s us!”

“Follow me!” The nurse smiles directly at Wynnie.

Harry nods, hiking Wynnie over his shoulder. Harry murmurs to Briar, “They didn’t say her middle name.”

Briar laughs, “It’s okay, just let it go.”

Harry huffs, and they follow her to an alcove in the hall.

“Place her on this scale for me, I want to track her vitals.”

Wynnie’s weight pops up on the screen. Harry beams, gently patting her stomach. “Such a big girl already!”

The nurse smiles, urging them to follow her into an exam room, “Dad, feel free to keep holding her while I listen to her heart and lungs.”

Harry nods, patting Wynnie’s back gently. The nurse holds the stethoscope gently over her heart, moving it around her back.

“Alright, everything sounds good. Dr. Miller will be in shortly.”

“Thank you,” Briar smiles.

“Such a good girl, Wyn.”

They fawn over Wynnie for a few more minutes before the doctor knocks on the door.

“Hi! I’m Dr. Miller.”

“Hi, I’m Harry, my girlfriend, Briar, and this is Wynnie,” Harry says, pointing to each of them.

“Hi, nice to meet all of you. Alright if we jump right in?”

The family nods, waiting for the doctor to continue.

“Let’s talk medications and vaccinations. She should be up to date with shots. How about flea and tick medication?”

Briar nods profusely, “Yes, this is my second Bernese Mountain Dog, and his first.”

“Girl dad!” Harry interjects, his dimples framing his bright smile.

Briar rolls her eyes and continues, “I’m very familiar with the risks. My older dog is 7 now.”

The veterinarian looks at Harry amused, but continues on. She writes a few things down in Wynnie’s chart before sending them off with a clean bill of health. Harry is still weary of letting her walk on the ground, so he holds her until they make it back to the car.

“Who wants a pup cup?!” Harry yells as he gets in the driver’s seat.

“Harry, we can’t spoil her already.”

“Yes I can. Trust me, I can get a lot worse.”

He locks his pinky with hers before kissing her knuckles. Harry surprised Briar with Wynnewood “Wynnie” Dorthea Styles with a house key attached to her collar.

Harry wanted to make a big gesture for Briar moving in, so when she planted the seed of her lease being up, he was on the hunt. He wracked his brain for months trying to figure out the best surprise.

“Hey, Birdie, do you want to see my new clubs?” Harry says smugly as the couple is standing in the parking lot of Wynnewood.

Briar couldn’t give less of a shit, but she loves Harry. She wraps her arms around his waist as he clicks the button to open his car’s back hatch. She doesn’t have much time, since she’s already taken 45 minutes of her 30 minute break to make out with him.

She closes her eyes, smelling his scent of sweat and sunscreen. Harry’s breath hitches, so she opens her eyes. Sat in a laundry basket with pink blankets and toys is an 11-week old Bernese Mountain Dog.

“I- who is that?” Briar questions, eyes wide.

“This is Wynnie. She’s our new baby, Birdie,” Harry says, rubbing her shoulder. Briar breaks free to approach the fuzzy pup. “I hope you don’t mind I named her.”

Briar looks at the name tag, “Is she named after Wynnewood?” Her high pitched puppy voice coming out, a few tears slipping down her cheeks.

“Yep. Wynnewood Dorthea Styles,” he smiles, his heart bursting from his chest. “Look what else is on the name tag.”

Her lip starts to wobble. Dorthea is her favorite Taylor Swift song; they sing it in the car together often. Briar flips the collar around to find a key. “What is this?”

“I want you to move in with me, Birdie,” Harry reaches down to swallow both of them in a hug.

“Harry, your house has a key pad to get in,” Briar gawks at him.

“The key is ceremonial,” he laughs, closing his eyes. “What d’ya say? Wanna live together?”

She presses a gentle kiss to his lips as she wraps her arms around his neck, “Of course. I wanna live wherever this cutie is.”

“What about this cutie?” Harry points to himself.

“Eh.”

[nilesdaughter]

La Mécanique du cœur

Fandom: Critical Role Characters: Percy De Rolo, Vex'ahlia, Anna Ripley, Vax'ildan, Keyleth of the Air Ashari, Pike Trickfoot, Trinket (Mention), Syldor (Mention), Saundor (Mention), Scanlan Shorthalt (Mention) Pairing: Perc'ahlia Word Count: 3,017 Note: Here's the "Jack and the Cuckoo-Clock Heart" AU that no one asked for, written for the "Heart" prompt for @percahliaweek. [Also found on AO3.]

Percival’s heart died at the age of eighteen.

That isn’t to say that Percival died, of course.

Rather, the young man in question survived the massacre of his family and the torturous pain inflicted upon him by Anna Ripley, living only by the “grace” of one of the good doctor’s many experimental forays into blending science and magic. Her medical tools made quick work of carving him open, breaking bone and tearing apart wet muscle to then hold his bloody heart in her hands. Within the new cavity of his chest, Ripley installed metallic gears and springs and small weights; where once he functioned through his own biological processes, he was driven by clockwork, the delicate kind that he once tinkered with in his youth.

And so, Percival persisted, though he was now forced to treat his heart like a machine.

x-x-x-x-x

Vex’ahlia’s heart died at the age of nineteen.

That isn’t to say that Vex’ahlia died, of course.

Rather, the young woman in question learned the shattered remains she had left in the wake of Syngorn and Byroden had to be held in a tight fist, guarded just as fiercely as Trinket’s mother had protected her cub in her final hours. As she traveled with her brother and slowly learned the magic of the world around her, she discovered that some of it could be used to wrap her fragile heart with briars and thorns. More times than not, the spike of the vines was an internal and mild discomfort that reminded her to tread carefully. But sometimes (the worst times, she believed), her thorns could be visible for all to see. They wrapped around her entire body in a startling display of gnarled and twisted vines, prickly things that warded off anything that would want to hurt her first.

And so, Vex’ahlia persisted, though she was now forced to act as though her emotions were inconsequential.

x-x-x-x-x

“I don’t trust him,” Vax’ildan said in a murmur, throwing a glance over his shoulder towards the pale human man that they’d just released from one of the many prison cells surrounding them.

“He can help us,” Vex countered. “If nothing else, he at least seems to know where to find this cult we’re apparently looking for.”

“Didn’t you hear his chest?” he pressed.

“Of course I did.”

“Then you agree that something’s wrong with him, or that he’s hiding something, because he hasn’t said a word of that to us.”

“And would you expect me to announce my condition to the entire world?” Vex asked with a quirked brow.

Vax stared at his sister for several long moments before rolling his eyes as he clicked his tongue in frustration. “That’s different, Stubby—”

“Is it?”

He sighed heavily. “Alright, alright, fine, be that way. But if he tries anything weird—”

“I know,” she said simply, because she always understood her brother and his caution. It was, after all, his own way of helping further shield her brambled heart.

x-x-x-x-x

Percy, as Vex learned his name was, managed to fit in with the rest of their group, despite clearly having some sort of noble background. Though he kept to himself, he did what he could to help with the various odd jobs they picked up, particularly so since he armed himself with some of the newfangled black powder weapons that were becoming increasingly popular throughout the world. Despite the weapons being terribly loud and often reeking of the burnt powder, they did pack quite the punch, and his precision with his shots usually allowed them to significantly reduce the amount of time they spent in combat.

The longer he spent with Vox Machina, the more they realized that he was also rather good with repairing things, a talent not restricted to the careful maintenance he had to keep up with so his firearms were in working order. Slowly but surely, it became commonplace to find Percy in possession of their broken odds and ends, piecing things together to repair weapons or to craft something entirely new and useful.

As such, it was not a surprise when Vex noticed Percy pulling out a small tool kit one evening when he had volunteered to take watch and she had yet to fall asleep. What was a surprise, however, was when Percy shrugged off the heavy blue coat he rarely parted with and unbuttoned his shirt. As the fabric fell away from his shoulders, pooling at his elbows, she saw the face of a clock on the front of his chest, resting over the space where his heart would be. What she initially assumed was nothing more than some intricate pocket watch sticking to his skin with sweat was soon proven to be attached to him as he opened the small glass door protecting the face and inserted a small key into one of the lowermost winding holes; as he turned his hand, his expression contorted with discomfort. Still, he turned the key a few more times, no matter how frequently he winced, before the subtle movements of the clock’s hands seemed to move much more smoothly than the jerky pace they had had before he used the key.

“So, that’s what you’ve been keeping secret from us, darling?” she couldn’t help but ask, propping herself up on one elbow as she looked at him.

Percy visibly stiffened, sitting ramrod straight as his eyes widened, before he hastily closed the clock’s door and pulled his shirt back up over his shoulders, his now-shaking hands fumbling to rebutton the garment.

“I, ah, didn’t realize anyone was still awake…” he said instead of answering her question.

Vex fell silent for a few moments, just studying him in curiosity. “Is it magic?”

Percy fidgeted with the collar of his shirt, intently focused on ensuring it lay flat against his throat.

“...I’m sorry for prying, darling,” she said gently, slowly recognizing that she would be equally evasive if the situation had been reversed.

Percy sighed a little and clasped his hands together in his lap before hesitantly meeting her gaze. “No, it’s… You all were bound to find out eventually.” He paused to tug off his spectacles before using the corner of his shirt to clean the lenses. “Yes, it is magic, but not by my own doing. I admittedly lack the interest, much less the aptitude, for such things. And, regardless of how I came by it, this is the only thing keeping me alive.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, more out of sympathetic understanding than pity.

“It is merely the current circumstances I have to live with.”

“...Does it hurt?”

Percy was quiet for several moments before he sighed and let out a small, almost exasperated, laugh. “Perhaps you could join me for the watch? I’ll happily answer whatever questions you have, dear, but it may be a bit more comfortable for you to sit up while we talk.”

x-x-x-x-x

Despite how carefully Vex guarded her emotions to keep her thorns under the surface of her skin, Syldor would always be one of the catalysts for pushing them up into plain view of everyone. It seemed like a miracle that her anxiety waited to take full bloom until after Vox Machina left the embassy. But it also seemed like a curse that it happened when Percy was still at her side even as everyone else had moved on to their rooms. As she heard the subtle creak and groan of the vines grow louder and felt the full-body prickle of the thorns forming, she let out a strangled noise of frustration.

Although Percy’s eyes widened in alarm, he had the decency to not jump away from her like some others had in the past.

“I… suspect you’re not alright,” he said tentatively.

She laughed, wet and strangled and lacking any true mirth, as she shook her head. “No, of course not. He’s supposed to be in Syngorn! I don’t know why he had to be here in Emon of all places.” She sighed and wrapped her prickly arms around herself, trying to further the physical shield around her form.

“If it will make you feel better, dear, we don’t actually have to search for your… for the Ambassador’s acquaintance.”

“No,” she said, vehemently shaking her head. “No, I… I don’t want him to know that I’m this upset about seeing him. I can’t let him know.”

“He isn’t aware of the thorns,” Percy guessed.

Vex swallowed and answered in a soft voice, “No. It was a kind of magic I learned after I left his home.”

“Then he won’t know,” he promised. “Even if that means the rest of us have to speak to him without you present.”

Vex tentatively turned her dark eyes to his blue ones, pools of sincerity that she usually only ever saw in her brother, lacking in judgment for the condition her body was in. Slowly, impossibly, her posture relaxed and the briars and thorns and vines receded under the compassion in his gaze.

“That… means more than I think you realize, Percival. Thank you.”

x-x-x-x-x

"Couldn’t sleep?” Vex asked quietly as she slotted herself beside Percy.

“Of course not,” he said, sounding as numb as his distant stare seemed to indicate. “Not when I know she…” He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t think I’ll be getting any sleep until I finally end this.”

Vex nodded and watched him carefully, knowing full well that he was leaving plenty of things unsaid but also knowing he was unlikely to want to disclose any of them. That did nothing to stop her from worrying about him.

“Would you like me to keep you company?”

He was silent for a long while, the only sound between them the steady tick-tock, tick-tock of his heart. He eventually nodded, slow and hesitant. “Yes. I… I would.”

She nodded again and turned her attention to restringing Fenthras while Percy took apart Retort, cleaned the parts, and reassembled the weapon. He seemed more than happy to pass the time in silence, however broken it was by the ticking of his heart. When it grew late enough that Vex was about to suggest they call it a night and join the others in the train’s sleeping car, Percy lightly cleared his throat.

“I have something I would like to give you, Vex’ahlia.”

“Oh?” she asked with a small tilt of her head. Not that it was unusual for Percy to make things for her, of course; it just hadn’t seemed to be one of his priorities in recent days, and understandably so.

“Ah… not my usual fare, I admit, but… but it’s important for you to have, I think, before tomorrow.”

Vex felt a sudden whisper of anxiety in the back of her mind, sounding so much like Saundor that she almost physically winced (or was it because her protective thorns were pricking at her insides?), telling her that Percy was trying to say goodbye in his own way. She refused to entertain the thought and tucked the fear away deep in her chest, beneath the briars.

“What is it?” she asked, forcing her tone to remain light and teasingly curious.

He offered her a weak smile and reached into an inner pocket of his coat, producing a small—but thick—envelope. When he passed it to her, there was a surprising amount of heft to it. As she moved to tear the envelope open, he reached out and placed a shaking hand over hers to stop her.

“Please… please wait to open it. I suspect you’ll know when the time is right.”

“...I’ll wait,” she promised softly, once more feeling the prickling pain of her anxiety and once more burying it.

x-x-x-x-x

“No matter what today”—Percy paused to release a shaky exhale—“I forgive you. But I cannot let you leave.”

Ripley let out a noise that seemed caught between a derisive snort and a frustrated growl, grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket with her clockwork arm and flinging him to the ground. The sound of glass cracking seemed nearly as loud and sharp as any gunshot from that afternoon. It was difficult to tell if it was from the shattered ground, Percy’s spectacles, or from the face of his heart; when he managed to push himself up into a semi-sitting position, Vex’s sharp eyes could see that it seemed to have been all of the above.

The glass pieces from the face of his heart were chased by its minute hand as he moved to aim Retort up at Ripley, his own hands trembling hard enough that Vex was certain he would miss the shot. The doctor seemed to reach the same conclusion as she shook her head and leveled Animus at Percy in return, her smile condescending and disappointed.

“It seems to me, Percival, that you are the one who won’t be leaving here today.”

A gunshot sounded, accompanied by the sounds of even more shattering glass and the crunch of wood and various metallic snaps.

As Percy fell backwards, pain erupted all over Vex’s skin as vines wrapped around her body and she screamed and screamed and screamed. She was vaguely aware of Keyleth’s responding cry and Scanlan’s curse and her brother suddenly at her side like a shadow, fumbling to notch an arrow when her hands were usually so sure. She drew back her bowstring, the briars and thorns of her pain indistinguishable from the ones blooming along the curve of Fenthras, the weapon mirroring her own heart, and she released all her grief and rage into the arrowhead that sank into the junction where Ripley’s clockwork arm connected with her shoulder. The others also turned their attention to Ripley, mercilessly cutting into her and breaking her as she’d broken their beloved tinkerer. When the doctor screamed her pain and frustration, the sound was cut short by Vex’s second arrow striking true in her throat.

Ripley’s decimated body barely had time to hit the ground before Vex, vision little more than a blur, dropped Fenthras and ran to gather up the pieces of Percy into her shaking, thorny arms.

x-x-x-x-x

Vex’ahlia, I have no doubt that you or your brother have found the letter I left for the group as a whole. I also have no doubt that you all have read it and are, in varying degrees, rather cross with me. This, however, is meant for you and you alone, dear. I’m aware that giving you my winding key is likely too little, too late, but I wouldn’t entrust it to anyone else. While you now hold the literal key to my heart in your hands, please know it belonged to you long before this. I have many regrets but I think not telling you sooner is the one that I carry with the heaviest burden. I sincerely hope you’ll hold onto this piece of me. Yours, Percival

x-x-x-x-x

“Honestly, what he needs is a clockmaker,” Pike sighed heavily.

“Then… there’s nothing you can do, Pickle?” Vax asked after he cast a sideways glance at his sister, watching her once again reread the letter that Percy had evidently left for only her.

“I never said that,” Pike replied with a small huff, moving to wipe her bloodied hands with a damp washcloth. “I managed to stabilize him but he’ll need a completely new clock to ensure he actually stays alive. Unfortunately, though, I think that’ll have to wait until he wakes up.”

Everyone in the room thankfully left the ‘if’ unspoken between them.

“So, what do we do now?” Keyleth asked, her voice still hoarse and scratchy from how much she had cried.

Pike sighed again, a little softer, and looked over Percy’s form in the hospital bed. “All we can do is wait.”

x-x-x-x-x

Despite Vax’s attempts to coax her out of the room, Vex became a near-constant fixture at Percy’s bedside, his winding key in her pocket and his letter in her hands, watching and waiting for him to open his eyes. Sometimes, for the sake of drowning out the irregular and weak ticking of his heart, she would talk to him, keeping him updated on the team’s misadventures or reading a book aloud.

On one of the many nights she tried to read to him, she found that she couldn’t focus on the words and, with a sigh, she closed the book. As she set the book down in her lap, she looked over at Percy, gnawing at her lower lip as she became lost in thought.

“I don’t know if you can actually hear me, darling, but I’m so proud that you entrusted me with your heart. That you let me see it as plainly now as you did when you first showed it to me. But, yes, I am a bit cross with you for not telling me about your feelings sooner.” She let out a small laugh before she sighed and continued, “It means nothing, though, without you here. Your home needs you. Your sister needs you. I need you. And… I should have told that my heart is yours in return.”

“Oh, good. I was worried I’d simply made a complete ass of myself for leaving you that note.”

Vex’s head snapped up at the sound of his voice and was met with a thoroughly exhausted—but cheeky—smile as Percy struggled to sit up.

“Percy!” she gasped, frustrated and surprised and relieved and giddy all at once, before she nearly flung the book across the room in her rush to move in and wrap him in the tightest embrace she dared.

“It’s good to see you, too, dear,” he said weakly.

As she pulled away from the embrace, she began to pepper his face with kisses, feeling his skin warm considerably under the shower of affection but not caring enough to stop, trying to pour every ounce of her love into him so he couldn’t have any doubt that she reciprocated his feelings.

x-x-x-x-x

Percival’s heart revived at the age of twenty-three and Vex’ahlia’s heart revived at the age of twenty-seven, irrevocably intertwined in each other.

[world-of-horrors-au]

"What is with you and dogs?" Eyeless Jack said afterwards, as they stripped off their bloody clothes. "It's like your mind shuts off when you see them."

Jeff shrugged, examining the stains on the dark hoodie - one of EJ's, not his own. He only wore his white ones for special visits now. And they were all in the wash anyway.

"I just like them," Jeff said. "They make me happy."

"But why?" Eyeless Jack said, following Jeff from the front room, clothes in hand. "Is this a human thing? Because demons don't do this shit - right Jack?" He called down the hall towards the looming shadow passing by. The clown flipped him the middle finger from around the corner and kept floating. Sometimes Eyeless forgot his name-brother wasn't also a demon.

"Could be a human thing," Jeff admitted. Someone strung up the laundry lines through the big washroom, letting their clothes dry despite the rain outside. Electricity was too precious for BEN's survival to be used on unimportant things. "Humans have always liked animals, especially cute ones."

"So it's a cute thing." Eyeless Jack narrowed his empty sockets at Jeff, but Jeff just laughed.

"Not that kind of cute. Cute like babies." Not even looking at his mate, Jeff opened the many cabinets and examined their supplies.

"So it's biological." Jack said. "Reproductive."

"And dogs are just cool." Jeff said, opening up a bin to look at the powder within.

"Cool."

"Have you seen a dog?" Jeff said, finally looking towards the other.

"I've been bitten by them plenty of times," Eyeless Jack said dryly.

"They're just..." Jeff thought about it. Set the bin back down on the counter. His smile faded. "Man's best friend. They loved wolves so much, they broke them, right down to their genes."

Eyeless Jack didn't answer, watching as Jeff chewed on his bottom lip.

"Says something about dogs," Jeff said. "That they still love humans. You can do so much shit to a dog, bad shit, and a lot will just take it and take it and take it until they die."

"Because they're loyal?"

"Because they don't know any better."

Jeff picked up one of his clothes from the pile on the floor, his bloody shirt, took down the bottle of blood stain treatment they made, and squirted it on.

"I read stories, when I was a kid," he said, rubbing the liquid in, but not seeing it. "About dogs standing between abusers and their victims. Never biting. Just getting between them. I guess those ones, they knew better. Knew they'd be put down if they bit." He laughed. "Don't you know, how smart dogs are?"

"Too smart," Eyeless Jack said.

"I think they're even more manipulative than cats," Jeff said, "But in ways humans don't understand. Would humanity love them if they didn't work so hard to be lovable?"

Eyeless Jack thought about it, and hissed between his teeth.

"It was a husky." He said. "The one that got between you and that human."

Jeff smiled. "I thought it was Smile, but she was too small. But such a good girl, wasn't she? Such a sweet girl."

His smile drifted away. In silence he put the shirt into the wash bin. Eyeless Jack caught his hand as he reached for another one. Jeff looked up, eyes wide. Jack's chest muffled Jeff's grunt as the taller, bigger demon pulled the post-human into a hug. It took a moment, but Jeff's arms wrapped around the other, and hugged back tight.

Rocking Jeff back and forth, Jack smiled into the dark fluffy hair. And against his body, he felt Jeff's smile too.

"We don't need another dog," a voice protested from the speaker nearby. "We've already got Briar!"

Eyeless Jack planted a kiss on top of Jeff's head. "Shut up BEN."

[diazsdimples]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @hippolotamus and @thewolvesof1998, please go check out all their wips!!

It's still Tuesday for another hour and a half so I'm gonna call this a win. Enjoy a bit of cute dad!Buck from Single Dads AU.

Lily begs to be carried back into the house, much to Buck’s amusement. “What, don’t your legs work anymore?” he asks as he hoists her out of her car seat, making a big show of groaning as he pretends to strain under her weight. “Nope,” Lily giggles as she loops her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder, “they’re all tired from school.”

It’s the biggest load of bullshit Buck’s heard – he watched her sprint towards him at pickup so he knows those legs are anything but tired – but he also knows that his little girl isn’t going to be little for much longer so he allows her this indulgence. Even if Carrie’s rolling her eyes from the other side of the car. “Well, how about we get a snack for you two little vultures and then we can think of something fun to do this afternoon?” It’s a struggle to unlock the door one handed, with his other arm holding Lily to his hip with her schoolbag dangling precariously from two of his fingers and it’s not until he drops the keys that Carrie offers to help. She’s still a little short and has to get onto her tiptoes to reach the high lock but she manages it, looking very proud of herself as she steps back to allow Buck through the now-open door. “You’re so clumsy, Dad,” Carrie teases as she chucks her bag on the ground and kicks off her shoes, sprinting into the kitchen. “Hey, shoes and bag away nicely please!” Buck calls after her and Carrie slinks back into the hallway moments later, looking slightly sheepish. “And I was carrying your sister. I’d like to see you trying to open that lock one handed.” Unsurprisingly, considering she’s Buck’s daughter, Carrie takes that as a challenge. She swipes his keys from the counter and skips outside before Buck has time to yelp at her and pauses, hovering by the door. “If I can do it one handed, can I stay up with you tonight?” Buck sends her a flat look. “Carrie, it’s a school night. And how will I know you’re not cheating hmm?” Carrie puts on her best offended look. “I never cheat.” Yeah right. Buck’s seen her cheat at cards plenty of times. It’s an annoying habit she’s picked up from Chim.

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Hey Saturn 💜

🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?

I write a lot of emotionally heavy stuff so I mean for me I guess it’s a great way to feel I sad and all that in a way that isn’t idk harmful. Like I can write about depressing topics which allows me to let out all those feelings idk this doesn’t even make sense but it’s nice to feel sad sometimes and I can do that with writing in a non-harmful manner. Yk that probably sounds super psychotic.

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

Uh I don’t think any of my fics people didn’t get. I think people may not like certain things but they still “got” it.

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Uhhh I think the first fic I wrote for this fandom Because You’re Exhausting purely because I haven’t been a part of a fandom this massive or at least not one that reads as much fanfic is we do lol so it got way bigger response than I anticipated. (Which has unfortunately cursed me to feel like I’ve done a bad job if it doesn’t reach that level of response cough running from myself cough)

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I’m going to use this as my Seven Sentence Sunday too - this is from the healing fic again… once again there is not a lot of healing going on.. I swear there will be.. eventually

Eventually he picks himself off the floor and tells himself he’ll clean the glass up later. Really, he knows, he’ll never get around to it.

His whole body is shaking and he’s not sure when that started but he just won’t stop shaking. He turns to the sink and splashes his face with cold water and holds his shaking hands under the water, washing away the blood that wasn’t ever there.

He leans against the counter, head in his hands, and he wonders how he managed to let it get this bad.

Or maybe he knows how, he just didn’t think it would hit so suddenly. Like it’s been gradually building for a long time but now he actually stops for a moment and it feels like he’s being shot, the force of how bad things have got hitting him square in the chest.

He just wishes it was a real bullet.

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[imaginedreamwrite]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CrNdEfMo9Kn/?igshid=MmJiY2I4NDBkZg==

Please would you write something on mod steve falling for the reader at first sight based on this reel

Please Please please ❤️

Arrangement of roses, picked up for a photoshoot by PA — Sarah

Steve’s expectations of what to come had been nearly undone by the small trail of petals left behind on the counter of his and his mom’s flower shop. The note left behind while she darted across the city to deliver a tray of bouquets for a wedding had given him little insight into who and what PA would be coming but apparently they had already come.

“Left a few.” Steve gathered the unbound roses in his arms and departed the shop for the street, following the petals until he had found the woman he was looking for.

Though a break and entering had been a mild concern to the client, Steve had to find amusement in the woman walking down the street trying to contain the bundle of roses in her arms. With as much mirth as he could anticipate, Steve had followed after her with long strides in order to keep up, bound and determined to catch her before she got out of view.

“Excuse me!” Steve called out and watched the woman stop and take pause, eyes wide and lips parted slightly. “Sweet-Brier-”

“Excuse me?” He caught up to you and welcomed your surprise even before he had felt the shift in the air, tension and a sudden pulse radiating between the two before it felt like puzzle pieces clicking into place.

“You forgot some of your roses.” His smile was on the cusp of awkward, he figured, and your confusion grew before mild embarrassment settled over you. “If you would’ve waited for a few more moments-”

“I’m late. My boss is a hard ass. I have to go-”

You cut each other off with further retorts, and then Steve lifted his head and looked passed you. The street was getting busier and he knew that if you hadn’t gotten some help your roses would be broken and damaged by the time you reached the location.

“Let me help you. Save you time from picking up the rest of the roses.” Steve’s offer hung in the air and there was a pause before a sigh fell from your lips.

You weren’t irritated rather you seemed rushed.

“Steve Rogers,” he spoke before you could, hearing your hesitation and I don’t trust strangers echo in his head, “I’m not a stranger now.”

“So that’s it? We hear each others thoughts?” You frowned, brows furrowed. “Fine. I don’t have any other options.”

“Do I get to know your name, Sweet-Brier?”

You scoffed, still a little distrustful.

“Suit yourself, Briar Rose.”

“I’m a princess who got locked away until my 16th birthday and cursed an entire kingdom. How do you know the princess?”

“Im a huge Disney nerd.” His smile grew and his eyes were softer than he anticipated.

“I don’t exactly look like Aurora.” You started walking and he was quick to follow you, carting himself off in the same direction after offering to carry some of the roses for you.

“She’s a a cartoon character, there’s no limit to what she looks like.” Steve added, slightly nudging his hip against yours. “Anyone can be Aurora.”

“You’re kind of odd, Steve Rogers.”

“We’re soulmates. You’re stuck with me.”

[bvlladonnas]

♡ ANGEL'S SILLY HEADCANONS: FLOWERS (2/2)

we're back in the fucking building (angel forgot she never finished this). ximena's, freya's, kaito's, & briar's favorite flowers, and why. / @valpoinspo

ximena likes peonies. peonies represent prosperity, good luck, love, and honor. the flowers are quite expensive, particularly for a family of twelve, and so they were often part of ximena's birthday gifts growing up, a rare treat to have adorning her shared room. she loved the way they bloomed, how they would take up a whole vase. when xime got to her house in chile, there was a bouquet of peonies awaiting her on the counter, the most she'd ever seen. she sobbed the whole night after reading the card (what's new, miss sentimental) – her parents and grandparents had pooled money to get her this many, a "good luck" on her new endeavors, a request to continue to make them proud. she dried pressed every single one of them so they could never die.

honorable mentions: carnations, camellias, and lotuses.

freya likes yarrow. a common sight around the reservation growing up, freya used to spend endless hours counting petals with their friends (what they thought was a clever way to stay out past curfew and mess around). yarrow reminds freya of home, and endless nights laughing under a blanket of stars. since yarrow represents youthful love, rania received a small bouquet of it when freya finally asked her to be their girlfriend. very cheesy, but clearly it worked. now every bouquet rania receives (or any bouquet freya buys, actually) contains a bit of the flower; they see little piece of themselves in every bunch.

honorable mentions: hyacinths, orchids, and pincushion flowers.

kaito likes cherry blossoms. much like oliver's reasoning, they remind him of home. while he doesn't have as many bittersweet (heavy on the bitter) memories as oliver does, the yellow and white petals remind him of simpler times. walks home from school with his brothers, strolls through the park with his mother. the one weekend a year his father would be home and not look at his phone once, prioritizing his family over his work. they would sit outside and bask in the falling petals, watch the trees sway in the wind. cherry blossoms represent rebirth, new beginnings, and renewal, something kaito will know intimately quite soon.

honorable mentions: birds of paradise, spider lilies, and lily of the valley.

briar likes tulips. tulips, while having a variety of meanings, are known for representing love. to briar, they represent his mother. on the way home from school they'd often stop by the store to pick her up a bouquet with whatever money he could scrounge up at the time. it was a rare instance of a genuine, excited smile from the woman, something briar though they couldn't give her anymore. he likes yellow ones, specifically, because those were her favorite. there's a spot on his windowsill that houses a singular yellow tulip in a vase at all times. ask them and they'll just say they thought it looked nice.

honorable mentions: california poppies, cactus flowers, and wisteria.

[nuclearforest]

"Don't hold back. I want you to scream my name" - briarrett 👀

Thanks for the ask! Wrote out a quick 1.5k and feel bad it took so long. Hope it's up to your standards!

When summer starts to rear its head and the spring rains give way to the dreary summer sky that perpetually hangs over all of England, Briar unfailingly brings out Barrett’s favorite sundress. It’s a cute little thing: white and lacy with a repeating floral pattern that shifts when the fairy moves in just such a way that every little tear and puncture from moments of overexcitement can be hidden with a quick stitch repair before being returned to the rotation—years old but still bright in color in a way reminiscent of a wedding dress and bouquet, tinted by nostalgia and preserved by delicate hands. Every time she wears it, the werewolf takes it as his personal invitation to step up behind her and slip his hands under the skirt, starting where the dress ends at her thighs and stroking up in offer while he presses his lips to her ear and rumbles possessively from deep in his chest where his heart races. For me?

“Who else?” Briar replies, chuckling to herself at the way her mate’s breath tickles the untamable flyaway strands at the side of her head. She sets the paring knife she was holding down on the cutting board with the strawberries she’d been preparing. He always seemed to gravitate to her in the kitchen—hip-height countertops helped.

“Well I thought you were going out with your girls today,” Barrett offers in return, stopping his ascent at the tops of her thighs while the drool pools in his mouth. Her skin under his is warm; her heartbeat picks up slightly in her chest. Just a bit more of that honey sweet scent that defined her wraps a bit further around his head and he ducks his nose into the crook of her neck to inhale it, nuzzling aside one of her two golden braids. Köstlich. [Delectable.]

“When have the boys gone to have a sleepover at Oma and Opa’s so I can go out with my friends?” The fairy quirks an eyebrow and leans back into her lover’s embrace. “You’re more than capable.”

“I am.” The werewolf’s voice drops deeper, temptation wrapped in rough velvet.

“I just thought you’d like to celebrate the season like you always have.”

“You spoil me, lapine.” [Bunny.] He presses a kiss into her skin, then, trailing gentle kisses out to the mate mark on her shoulder exposed by the wide sweetheart neckline while he rubs his thumbs in circles on her thighs. The little fairy in his arms, perfectly fit to his hands, presses further back into him—she’s too short to press her rear to his groin, but he’s already hardening against her lower back, above her pillowy ass, and he groans low appreciation into her skin. Je t'aime. [I love you.]

“I love you, too,” she returns, popping half a strawberry into her mouth for a quick bite. The werewolf at her back huffs, hands sliding further up and leaving sparks in their wake to rest on her hips. In the blink of an eye he’s got her flipped around and seated up on the counter, crowding into her space with a devilish smile on his lips and lust in his bright red eyes.

“A snack?” he asks, “At a time like this?” His eyes, pupils wide, flick down to the speck of juice at the corner of her lips.

The bold fairy just shrugs (he had interrupted her light breakfast, after all) and swipes her tongue out to clean the juice away. Content to do as he will, the overgrown giant leans over to press a kiss into her. He pulls her up to the edge of the counter where her legs spread and the skirt bunches up. The faintest notes of her arousal join the sweet aroma of strawberries and Briar in the air and the werewolf pulls back to survey her once more. She brings her arms up to wrap around his broad shoulders and one hand gravitates so she can tangle her fingers into the silver curls at the back of his neck.

“I’d hate to interrupt your meal,” he quips, sparing a hand to snatch another piece of strawberry, “maybe you’d like some cream to go with these.”

Before his lover can reply, he pushes the strawberry between her lips and leaves his fingers there for just long enough that she can caress the tips with her tongue. Both an invitation and gratitude in one quick gesture; he just leans in to kiss her again and get the taste on her lips. Barrett was not a man for strawberries, but he was a man for fruity kisses and bruised lips, observing the slight change in his lover’s demeanor with every piece of fruit until he’s straining against his pants and she’s soaking into him, panties forgone.

“You little minx,” he rumbles, “are you sure you’re not part succubus?”

“Would you like me to be?” Briar licks her lips and looks at him through half-lidded eyes, tightening her grip in his hair and pulling the werewolf in for another kiss, where he growls into her at the test against his patience.

Ja. [Yes.]

Soon enough they forget the remaining strawberries, hands roaming curves and bodies like every memorized surface is new again. Every shape and curve explored for the first time. Briar pants quietly and Barrett buries his head in her neck, mouthing at her skin and leaving love bites, teeth scraping against skin and bruises rising from the depths of her flesh to paint his path.

She sighs quietly, keeping a hold on his head as he kisses down her chest to the exposed tops of her full breasts before pulling back and leaning down to stick his head under her skirt, hand sliding down her side and along her thigh to pull it up over his shoulder. Faced with her cunt, he digs in, lapping voraciously as his tongue starts to lengthen and flatten and he takes up more of her, by far better than any fruit or meat or other food he could ever get his paws on. The fairy professes her thanks with the pillowy thighs quivering around his ears and the grip tightening in his hair.

“Don’t be shy,” he growls into her, “Don’t hold back. I want you to scream my name, love.”

“Barrett,” she breathes, and he takes that as a personal challenge, pulling back to look at her with his eyes dark and face deadly serious, pronounced jaw pushing at his lips with the tip of his nose blackened and glistening with her arousal. She stares back at him, green eyes wide and cheeks flushed red.  He releases her for just long enough that he can fumble with his belt, opening it with a click that has her jolting.

Respire— [Take a breath—]

Barrett shoves his pants and boxers down with a hand and steps back into her space, rubbing the head of his cock against her for a moment before lining up with her hole. Then, a low growl of warning.

—und schreien. [—and scream.]

The werewolf sheathes himself to his knot, baring his teeth and breathing harshly as he reaches back to grip his mate’s ass, holding her close as she gasps—a far cry from the scream he’d wanted—and arches her back into him. She flutters around him, adapted muscles trying to grip for his knot, and he groans lowly with his head tipped back.

His claws poke through the thin fabric and prick against her skin as he starts to move, grinding against her to get used to the wet warmth wrapped around him before pulling back and bucking in. Briar whimpers for him, mewling when he sets a brutal pace right at the start. The werewolf grits his teeth, nose crumpling as he bites back the urge to shift and ruin the angle he has into her on the counter; he turns his head down and begins to nip at the skin of Briar’s neck as she gasps his name.

Like a machine, he repeats the motion over and over again, building it up until she’s panting and crying out for him, legs wrapped around his waist with her ankles locked at his back as she begs for more. “Barrett please—”

Always polite. He turns his attention over to her mate mark, pulling her out and snapping fully in as he sinks his canines into her. That gets him a proper scream that peters out into a low whine. “Barrett! Please—I’m going to—I’m—I—I’m—”

His knot pops into her and starts to swell as she clamps down on him in a way that makes him see stars. Mine.

Tied, he starts to rock into her until he finds his own end, pumping jet after jet of seed into her as his breath fans out over her shoulder and she catches her breath against him, thighs twitching.

“Yours,” she answers, curling around him as best she can. He grunts and squeezes her rear, probably bruised in the shape of his hold, and smiles into her skin as best he can. They’d be repeating this same song and dance until Opa pulled into the driveway to drop the kids off again.

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You Get Ready For the Day

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Once you’re all dressed and ready, you head back out wearing the clothes Pat got for you yesterday.

“It’s supposed to be hot today,” Pat chides. 

You shrug. You’d rather wear a hoodie anyway. 

“Suit yourself,” Pat says. They’re packing up their purse. 

You try to decide what stuff you’re going to carry with you today. 

“Ooooh where’d you get those?” Pat coos, pointing to the silk flowers. 

“Oh. These were a gift from Theo. This one’s for you,” you say, and hand them the pink one. 

Pat huffs in amusement as they look the flower over. “Briar rose, huh? Kid’s got some specific ideas about me…” they mumble. They set the flower down on the nightstand. 

“What’d he give you?” they ask. 

You shrug. He didn’t tell you what it was. 

“Hm… almost looks like… Oh. That’s interesting,” Pat says with a grin. 

“What?” 

“He’s paying you quite the compliment. Your talk yesterday must have gone pretty well,” Pat says with a wink. 

You try not to flinch at thinking about how yesterday went. “What does it mean though? Like in flower language.” 

“His compliment, he has to say it. Besides, flower language is subjective, I could be reading it all wrong,” they say. 

“I’ll ask him about it later, then.” You set the flower down. You don’t want it to get damaged by being in your pocket all day. 

“So… how do smoothies and granola bowls sound for breakfast?” Pat asks, pulling their purse onto their shoulder and grabbing their keys. 

“Just a smoothie?” you counter. 

“A smoothie and a few bites of my granola bowl.” 

You sigh. “Fine…” 

Pat claps you on the shoulder. “Attaboy. Now let’s go. It won’t count as an early start if we wait.” 

They start out the door and you follow them. 

The car ride to the smoothie place isn’t long. 

It’s not until you’re settled down at a table with two smoothies and a “power bowl” that Pat starts with the questions. 

You sip at your smoothie dutifully. You don’t even remember what flavor you ordered. You picked at random. 

“Sooooo, how did it go yesterday? What did you learn? Wait, no. What was the lead you were following up on?” Pat asks rapid fire. 

“Um…” 

Pat gestures with their spoon for you to go on. 

“I found Theo’s phone, so I figured I should return it to him.” 

Pat’s eyebrows raise. They wait until they finish their bite to ask: “Did you go through it before you gave it back?” 

You shake your head. “That would be rude,” you say, frowning. 

Pat chuckles. “You’re killing me, kid. There was probably some good information on it…” 

They take a sip of their blueberry cherry smoothie before they speak again. 

“Where did you find it, anyway? If he dropped it around the time he died, you’d think the cops woulda found it…” 

“Oh. I found it in the Woods. In my dream thingy,” you say with a shrug. 

Pat almost chokes on their drink. 

“You okay?” 

They nod, but continue coughing for another minute or so. 

“Ow.” 

“You sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah. Fine. You said you found that phone in your dream? And then brought it out here to give to Theo?” 

You nod. “Yeah, why?” 

“You don’t see anything wrong with that?” 

“No. Should I?” 

Pat sighs. 

“Guess not. We’re gonna need to put a pin in this though. I need to do some research…” they say. 

They push the bowl towards you, then take their journal out to make some notes. 

You take your promised bites and wonder what the problem is.

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A Weird Birthday Tradition Between A Bunch Of Friends From Work

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gQuXvMS by Betrayed_Dreams It's odd how some things become traditions. This one started out as a joke. (In the name of international cooperation and bonhomie between different intelligence organizations across the globe. It makes you wonder, did the people at HR even know what they did for a living?) In fact, Agent Twilight had to google it – 'What's the most terrible gift you can give someone.' As you would expect, there was a list with 15 items and out of them. Loid picked one at random. And so, on Agent Double-Oh-Seven James Bond's birthday, he received office supplies – a stapler, tape and paper clips. As a birthday gift. And what happened next, how the rest of the spies and assassins of the world of intelligence and counter-intelligence got involved, well, you had to be there to understand it. But look on the bright side - No one died. ...Except for the terrorist Jack Bauer, Natasha Romanoff and The Thorn Princess tortured. ...And the fight which almost happened between Jason Bourne and Ethan Hunt. ...And the fight which almost happened between Natasha Romanoff and Jason Bourne. The key word being almost. (One-shot) (Complete) Words: 1341, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Our Friends Are Weird Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Anime), SPY x FAMILY (Manga), James Bond (Craig Movies), Jason Bourne Series - Robert Ludlum, Bourne (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Black Widow (Movie 2021), 24 (TV), The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, James Bond, Jason Bourne, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Jack Bauer, Clint Barton, Napoleon Solo, Illya Kuryakin Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Additional Tags: Romance, Comedy, Humor, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Canon-Typical Violence, Friendship, Team as Family, Family Feels, POV Loid Forger | Twilight, Married Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, POV Multiple, Birthday, Birthday Fluff, Loid Forger | Twilight Loves Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Loves Her Family, POV Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Male Friendship, Female Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Post-Identity Reveal Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Birthday Presents read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gQuXvMS