#but also sharing it i think we’ll help my writing grow

[ovaryacted]

─ Javier Peña x fem! reader || WC: 693

CW: MDNI/18+. Slightly NSFW. Post DEA/Retired! Javier Peña. Javi & reader are married. Setting is at some family celebration idk lmao. Sexual innuendos. Sexual tension & teasing. Sex flashbacks and daydreaming. They are down bad for one another.

This has been in my drafts for a couple of days, figured I'd just share it now instead of letting it dust away in the notes lolz. Javi deserves some love from me, I miss him. This is also me writing after a couple of days of sadness so be nice pleak!

You’ve been through it all with the one and only Javier Peña. All the stressors and toxicity of his government job leaving Colombia, the nightmares, the self-loathing. Being and growing with him took time, and learning him as a human being taught you the patience you never thought you’d gain. He was an enigma you had to figure out, and miraculously, when he realized you were the puzzle piece he’d been missing all along, everything else followed through. After a few years together and an exchange of vows, things in your life have been more abundant than you thought possible, and now you’ve both reaped the benefits of going through those trials and tribulations together.

Sitting on his left side, the sounds of the banquet hall tuned out as you merely stared at your husband in awe. Dressed in a suit and his hair slicked back, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you admired him from afar. The invitation to a family celebration landed in your mail a few weeks ago, something a bit more formal for your taste, but neither of you could turn it down, nor did you want to.

You especially weren’t complaining when you saw how Javi dressed for the event, donning a black blazer, crisp white button-down, sleek black slacks, and dark leather shoes. He even changed his hairstyle, brushing his hair back after getting a haircut and his jaw clear of facial hair after his close shave. When he kissed you on the cheek as you did your makeup, you could still smell the aftershave he used and his musky cologne, overwhelming your senses in the best way. 

Your mind drifted as you daydreamed about his hands and how he used them. His plush lips, the way they caress you, map you out without having to ask. That mouth of his that spews the most diabolical and erotic things as he pleases you with no end in sight, the thought alone heated your cheeks and sent an electric pulse through your body.

You didn’t realize you were fidgeting in your seat until a hand grasped your thigh. Blinking and looking down to spot Javi’s left hand covering the length of your upper leg, he offered an affectionate squeeze, the golden wedding band on his ring finger gleaming under the hall’s light.

“What are you thinking up there, cariño?” He asked you, brown eyes reverently taking in your face as his thumb stroked your leg.

“Nothing much. Promise.” You couldn’t even look him straight in the eye, noticing how he leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“Mentirosa,” he muttered with a smirk, the dimples you loved making an appearance as he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip.

“If you stay on your best behavior for the rest of the night, I’ll give you something sweet when we get home. Deal?”

It was a proposition you couldn’t ignore. You knew what to expect, and the shiver rolling down your spine gave enough leeway that you understood the intent of his message.

“Deal,” you replied confidently, accepting the kiss he placed on your lips, a momentary tease of what the rest of the night would entail.

“Good. I don’t want everybody in here to know how dirty-minded my wife is.” You chuckled, glancing at him with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“That’s all you, baby. Don’t get it twisted.”

“Touché. But can you blame me? Not when you look this good in black.” He squeezed your thigh a bit harder this time, making his possession known the way you liked. “You aren’t the only one daydreaming right now, but a couple more hours, and we’ll make it a reality.”

You mimicked his grin, placing your left hand over his to clasp around his fingers. He instinctively took your hand, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles and grazing over the diamond ring that sat prettily on your finger. As you both talked to other relatives to pass the time, you kept his offer in the back of your mind, remembering to ticket it in once you’re away from prying eyes and in the comforts of your home.

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[fizzytoo]

Karlee confides in Ama about the "Andrew" situation.

5th panel: [karlee]: "I feel a little guilty. All this time, I've never thought about what they could be like. I didn't need to. I have you, and Dad, and Papa. You guys are all I could ever want. I don't know anything about Andrew. What if they hate me?"

6th panel: [amaya: "I think that's normal. To not want to know. And it's perfectly okay to decide you want to get to know them now. They can't possibly hate you, Karls. They'd be a fool to not recognize that big heart of yours."

7th panel: [amaya]: "Whatever you decide, I'm here for you."

8th panel: [moodlet] Happy +1. "I love you.": From having familial support. Karlee can't have asked for a better sibling. She can only hope this new mystery sibling will love her all the same.

[thunderstomm]

Is “Prime Meridian Love” Forshadowing for “Battle of the Big Wand”?

With the most recent episodes of “Fairly OddParents: A New Wish” airing, everyone, myself included, is buzzing over what’s going to happen in the big season finale, what exactly is going to happen, and what’s the future state of Hazel and Dev’s friendship? There are many theories going around, but I want to pitch my own!

“Prime Meridian Love: Romance Cruise Ultra” is foreshadowing towards Hazel and Dev’s conflict and plot. Obviously, the show has drawn us a parallel here before, Duckworth looks like Dev. But rewatching the episode “Prime Meridian Love”, along with the context from new episodes and the description for the finale has me thinking that we may already know what’s to come.

Read the rest under the cut ! This post includes the episode description for “Battle for the Big Wand”, so if you want to go into that episode blind, don’t read further !

Starting with the most basic- Duckworth and Kennueth are stand-ins for Dev and Hazel. Duckworth is literally designed to look like Dev, and while less obvious, Kennueth seems to share a basic colour palette with Hazel, his skin and amulet being the colours of her shirt. There’s also the fact that Duckworth and Kennueth are described as “rivals”, and Hazel calls Dev her own rival.

This is where the backstory / history between Duckworth and Kennueth becomes relevant. The amulets are the one thing they share, and what’s something magical that Hazel and Dev have in common? Fairies!

The story goes that Kennueth and Duckworth were once friends, their friendship cemented by what bound them together. But Duckworth became jealous of Kennueth once he got promoted to captain. Sounds familiar? Hazel and Dev became friends, and shared the secret of having fairy godparents. They fell out over Dev’s jealously of Hazel, and that his dad seemed to care more about her, even if in an unconventional way.

Duckworth retalliates by stealing the magical pearl from the ancient sea temple, hoping for the power to overthrow Kennueth. Which brings me to my theory about the series finale, “Battle of the Big Wand”. Teaming up with Irep, I think Dev’s jealousy of Hazel having his father’s attention, as well as having two fairies while he only has one, will motivate him to steal the titular “Big Wand” during the takeover of Fairy World, hoping that it can grant him unlimited power, in his fleeting pursuit of satisfaction.

While the story of “Prime Meridian Love: Romance Cruise Ultra” goes on to say that this event cements their rivalry, the episode has Hazel and Kennueth stop Dev, and Hazel encourages Kennueth to re-write the story, and make things right with him, which he does !

I think the finale will follow one of these two beats. Hazel, Cosmo, Wanda, possibly Jorgen and Peri, and maybe even the citizens of Fairy World will all help to stop Dev and Irep, and we’ll either see Hazel and Dev’s bond cemented as a rivalry, or we will see Hazel reflect on the situation, and write her own story, and actually TALK to Dev about what has been going on. Personally, I would much prefer the latter. Dev is still a kid, and he’s a product of his environment. He deserves a chance to change and grow, and have good people by his side who actually care about him, to help him do so.

The only thing that I’m still unsure about is how Hazel’s rule free wish will tie into this all, but I do think she will use it like many of her other wishes, and do so selflessly.

What do you all think of this theory? I’m so excited (and nervous) for the big finale next week !!

[amarisrosalette]

Hey, don’t you think it’s a coincidence that this year’s Father’s Day is in correlation with Venti’s birthday? Look.

Let me rant.

The fact that it’s also Venti’s birthday is no coincidence to me, because Venti is technically a “father” in a sense.

I would like to add more photos where Venti was actively playing his role as an archon but the sources are a little difficult to find again because they’re mostly statements and quotes from the game.

Although not a “father” in a literal sense, we can safely say that he is a dedicated god to Mondstadt, and looks after them in a way a father would. He dotes on them regularly, as seen many times in various events and quests such as with the case of Klee or Sister Grace in Kaeya’s hangout event. He thinks of Mondstadt as his children and actively does what he can to help from the sidelines, and bring about little changes of hope.

He also values his children’s wishes and never tries to dilute or shame them for it, regardless of how “childish” it might look as seen in Klee’s case, showing that he viewed them as growing individuals, not people deserving to be punished. Speaking of such things, Venti was also betrayed several times by his children like the Lawrence clan straying from their oath to freedom and rise to tyranny, and from Signora despising him and outright disrespecting him while stealing his Gnosis. Yet, he had so much graciousness to still consider them children of Mondstadt, and that takes a lot of strength than people might think. His love is unconditional and flows in everything he does for his people.

There were so many times when Venti had treated Mondstadt and the Traveler with nothing but kindness, but gets repayed and portrayed by the fandom as nothing more than a lazy drunkard or a “useless” archon. Venti is such an underrated character but gets awfully mischaracterized by the fandom and his character is understood as nothing outside of his alcoholism.

People can come at me for this but I partially blame Paimon for misleading people with the drunken bard jokes, and for the rest of the fandom for having NO media literacy to even scour for the actual lore of his character. I swear some people can be so dense-minded when it comes to characterization.

Going back to my point, I’m saying that if we just remove the close-mindedness to his character and look deep enough, we’ll see that Venti truly is a wonderfully written character on the inside and deserves much more than the treatment he’s getting.

Venti’s done so much for his people, and for that he truly deserves to be recognized as a father in this special day. I’m waiting for people to recognize this and maybe write or draw more content of him being a father figure to his children in Mondstadt.

Venti deserves the title of a father because he loves his children like one.

People I wanna tag just because: @ventisslut @carmendeiact2whenplz @windcarvedlyre @lanternlightss (feel free to share your thoughts in the tags!)

[clawsdevour]

reader x childe x zhongli threesome? with chili on the side

show's not over yet

THIS IS A REQUEST!!

wc: 1.9k content warning: established relationship, smut, chili x reader, threesome, anal, rough sex, masturbation, voyeurism, thigh riding, slight degradation, one-shot, my booty writing, not proofread

note: thank you for giving me this opportunity to try my hand at writing a threesome however since you mentioned having chili on the side i'd say this scenario is more of a watching chili as they watch you cuz i kinda got carried away but nevertheless enjoy yourself!!!!

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“U-Ugh.. ha.!” was the last words you whimpered out when you heard the doorknob twist open. Letting the cool air hit your exposed bottom, causing you to flinch. There stood two tall masculine figures standing in the doorway. Your two husbands, Zhongli and Childe had just came home from their three day long world quest for Liyue. You were there, legs spread out, fingers deep down in you on the bed. Their faces were both surprised to see what you’ve been up to, since you couldn’t wait for them to get home. Childe leans on the doorway with a smug look on his face, watching you get off to the thought of them.

“This is what you’ve been doing once we left?” Childe taunted with his strong scarred arms pressed against his chest. Childe was much more than enthused on your recent activities after leaving home. You couldn’t help but burn a hot scarlet red, trying to not make eye contact out of embarrassment.

“Y-Yes.. I couldn’t stop thinking about you both… even though it’s been barely half a week” you mumbled under your breath, still avoiding eye contact, face redder than a tomato. That was until you heard the tall geo archon Zhongli’s shoes clacking against the floorboards with the sound increasing meaning he was walking towards you. He kneeled down next to your face and brushed the hair out of your eyes. Making eye contact, you can’t help but feel even more than just flustered.

“Hmph.. I guess we’ll help our partner finish, is that right Childe?” he kissed your forehead before looking back at the ginger with a sharp smile. Childe understood what he meant and pushed over the sofa from the right side of the room to the center, facing you. You watched, a bit confused on how they were gonna help you chase your release. Childe sat in the middle with his legs spread apart, arms on the top of the couch. Zhongli kneeling down towards Childe’s crouch, you understood their idea.

“Watch us.” Childe pushes Zhongli’s head down further till he’s on his knees and head almost touching his crotch. Zhongli’s hands unzip his pants where there’s a visible growing bulge, keeping an eye on you from the side. Unleashing Childe’s cock, it bounces out and slaps Zhongli across the face. Despite that, he licks a big long stripe going from the base up to his tip. Childe whimpers feeling the heat radiating from his tongue, looking down as Zhongli seductively makes eye contact with him. Childe wanted his cookie so bad, and that’s what he’s gonna get. You were beyond just soaked. You were sopping wet with erotic imaginations playing in your mind to which Childe noticed, as you rubbed your intimate area.

“I want you to put a finger yourself” Childe stares down at your bare body which was solid as stone, watching you. Snapping out of the moment you do as he says and let out a groan. As Childe watches you slowly play with yourself with full on eye contact, he starts to also quicken the pace and grips Zhongli’s hair. Bobbing Zhongli’s head up and down on his thick length, they both can’t help but moan together. Zhongli was on the brink of tears feeling Childe’s head hit him at the back of his throat multiple times. The lewd sounds playing from both ends of the room made you breathe even heavier as the melody echoed within your shared bedroom. Playing with yourself while watching them turned you on and they both knew it from the way you watched them.

Right as Childe was about to squirt his cum out in Zhongli’s mouth he pulled out immediately, yanking Zhongli off of him. Zhongli was out of breath, panting heavily trying to breathe and flushed a red bright hue, hands still on Childe’s hips. You were so close to climaxing until you saw Childe pull him off, wondering why he’s playing around like that if he wanted to help you finish quickly.

“Childe..” Zhongli gets up and hops onto Childe’s lap. He slowly grinds his warm bulging crotch against Childe’s thigh. The heat and friction made Zhongli let out soft moans as he put his hands on Childe’s chest.

“Hmm?” Childe responds looking deep into Zhongli’s glossy amber eyes. Hands on Zhongli’s hips, rocking him back and forth while pushing Zhongli further down onto his thigh. Childe and Zhongli share a long intimate kiss while Childe starts unclothing Zhongli. His broad shoulders exposed to your field of vision, silky long locks of hair draped around him. Childe starts leaving his kisses downwards towards Zhongli’s chest. Laying his markings on his collarbone and sucking on his perky nipple as he plays with the other. 

“I’m gonna cum.. You both are just too fucking hot” you babble out of your mouth, also latching your hand on your chest with the other doing god’s work on your downstairs. Your eyes were so focused on them you didn’t even realize how wet you’ve gotten watching them get off. You wanted both of them to pounce on you and finish you off for good.

“Don’t... You can’t yet. A-Ah, you haven’t gotten to the good part yet.. Have you?” Zhongli looks back at you eyes half shut feeling the sensation Childe produced, his mouth still latched onto his body that slowly moved further down. Zhongli moved his shoulders back, letting his coat fall to the ground to let him move freely in this radiating heat. Childe puts his hand behind Zhongli’s head and lays him down on the couch gently. His dick was so hard from holding in his cum, he couldn’t wait to ram it into Zhongli’s little begging asshole. 

“Y-Y.. You’re right.. I’ll try my best to hold it in so we can cum together,” Childe takes off Zhongli’s shoes and tosses them to the side along with Zhongli’s pants, leaving him completely bare under his ginger husband. After Childe took off his shirt, he kisses Zhongli from the neck down to the tip of Zhongli’s dick, his dick girthy and damp with his precum. The thickness of his length made your mouth full thinking about it. You wanted some dick so bad.

“You better fucking hold it,” Childe immediately spits on Zhongli’s dick and starts jerking it up and down at a rough and fast pace. Zhongli, shocked and clasping a hand over his mouth, was on the brink of tears trying to hold back his moans feeling the overstimulating pleasure. 

“Did I say you can cover your fucking face from me?” pulling Zhongli’s hand off of his mouth. Zhongli squirmed and moaned under Childe’s actions on his body. However, his whimpering came to a halt when Childe stopped, he started to feel Zhongli’s dick start to twitch meaning he was close. 

“Ha! You pathetic archon!” Childe teases right in his face, he swipes over Zhongli’s head to collect his slick and puts two fingers in Zhongli’s ass to stretch him out. When he found his g-spot he couldn’t help but prod at it multiple times to pleasure him and prepare his ass for the amount of destruction Childe was gonna put him through.

“Childe! Please.. Put it in..” Zhongli cries out. You watched intensely for this build-up, holding it in as best as you could. Any moment from now could cause you to burst. Childe couldn’t help but laugh.

“Not until you you beg me to fuck your brains out, stupid fuck” spitting on his hole to act as more lube. The rougher Childe got, the more degrading and hot he became. Thinking about you in Zhongli’s place as Childe fucks you mercilessly had you ready to explode at any given moment. At this point Childe was fired up, spitting out insults that turned you and Zhongli on in the heat of the moment. You increased your rubbing pace hearing the sounds that echoed from your husbands’ mouths.

“Childe. F-Fuck me like I’m your personal property.! P.. Please I want your cock!!” Zhongli muttered out with his face all wet from his tears staining his face. His voice was hoarse from moaning and taking in his rough calloused digits. Childe obliges and pulls out his fingers. The slick coming from it was used to rub on his cock, similar to lube.

“Take all of me you slut,” putting the archon in a mating press with his strong hands gripping under his knees to pull up his legs to his chest. All Childe needed was one strong thrust, creating a rim of white around his dick with strands of white goo being pulled apart. 

“Is this what you wanted Zhongli? This big cock in your ass scratching your insides?” Childe laughs in between groans savoring this moment. You started to pump in your fingers at the same pace Childe was going at. Rough and unmatched. You turned into a moaning mess and they did too. At this point, you were getting super tired but kept going. Watching them made you so horny you couldn’t help but continue touching your sweet spot.

“Y.. Yes! More.. Childe, I.. I-I want more!!” Zhongli was out of this mind. He couldn’t think, he could only feel all of the overstimulation sensations coursing through his body making his body bend into a mean arch.

“Hnngh.. Clamp me down one more time and I.. I’m gonna cum in you, you whore” Childe was near his breaking point trying to hold it in from that deep throat given to him earlier. He wanted to make you and Zhongli cum before he does. Fuck, you thought to yourself. The scene was so fucking hot and erotic you thought the room was spinning. Zhongli was too and even started to hold his legs down towards his chest, letting Childe take fully control over him. The skin-on-skin sounds continued and grew louder with each of his thrusts. Moans joined together, sounding more sloppy and loud.

Zhongli’s cum start to swell up to the tip of his dick. His white goo bursts out and sprays onto his chest leaving his remnants on himself. Childe’s still going at it, waiting for you to cum. Suffering in Zhongli’s asshole was the way he wanted to die while being watched by you. He couldn’t bare this lewd awaiting fantasy of his. He takes him out of the mating press and puts both of Zhongli’s legs over his right shoulder, admiring the creation he made as he starts to slow down from his rough and unmatched speed.

“I’m. Gonna. C-cum..!” you muttered tiredly across to Childe. Catching his attention he picks up your pace and starts thrusting, trying to time himself with your release.

“A-Ah.. cum with me then,” watching you as your fingers work hard pumping in and out, and playing with your nipples. And there it was your climax. You come all over your fingers and immediately your body relaxes after releasing your built-up tension. You watch with heavy eyes as Childe pulls out of Zhongli’s gaping hole and directly cums on his torso. 

You thought to yourself too tired to speak, Fuck that was so hot.. I can’t believe we just did that. Childe essentially collapses on top of Zhongli, completely drained and exhausted. He looked at you both from the crook of Zhongli’s neck with his eyes closed, and a faint smile.

“That was fun wasn’t it?”

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[suniix]

Hiii!!! Request for Yuta, where reader knows Yuta has a crush on them, and gives them time to confess but ends up getting fed up with how shy he is, and just blurts out how much they like him, in the most random setting. luv ur writing btw (:

surprise confession | yuta x reader

word count | 1k+

note | IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING!! also sorry this took so long anon!! i got stuck on what random scenario to use, originally i was going to have the reader confess on a roller coaster but somehow it changed. if anyone wants me to write a roller coaster version lmk 👍 (also sorry if he’s a ooc im having a huge writers block moment 😣)

You thought yourself to be a patient person, truly, but Yuta’s hesitance was beginning to drive you insane.

At first his shy behavior was cute. The shared glances, the way his cheeks would turn a cute shade of red whenever you complimented him, the way he’d stumble over his words when trying to compliment you back; you couldn’t get enough of it. Any day now he would pull you aside and pour his heart out to you.

But quickly a day turned into a couple of days, which turned into weeks, which then turned into months.

And quickly your patience ran out.

You began to think your feelings were once sided. Maybe you had just imagined everything. Maybe you had projected your own feelings onto him which caused you to misinterpret every gesture, word, and action. Had you simply over analyzed every encounter, searching for any hidden meanings behind his every action?

Doubt began to cloud your mind. You began to withdraw yourself from him, hoping that your limited actions would help your feelings disappear.

It wasn’t until while roaming the halls late at night you heard Yuta having a secret conversation with Panda that you confirmed it.

“Just tell them already!” Panda’s hushed voice was immediately silenced by another.

“I can’t!” That had to be Yuta.

“What do you mean you can’t? You like them, just ask them out!”

The two bickering voices began to grow distant when they started walking away from you. You stood leaning against the wall, a giant smile making its way onto your face.

With your heart nearly jumping out of your chest you happily walked back to your room.

Despite the conversation you heard between the two, nothing changed.

In fact, it seemed as though Yuta’s shyness increased, making it harder for you to even talk to him at all. You’ve thought about making the first move and asking him out first, but every time you try and bring up casually hanging out together, alone, he stutters out an excuse to talk to you later and nearly runs out the room.

At this point, you’re not even sure what to think. Instead of trying to come up with possible ideas as to why Yuta wouldn’t say anything, you've come to accept the fact he likely isn’t looking to be in a relationship. Which, given the whole Rika situation, makes sense. So instead, in an attempt to try and move on again, you went back to avoiding him.

“(Y/n), Yuta!” Maki called out, catching both you and Yuta’s attention. She began walking towards the both of you and gestured to the field behind her. “Both of you, on the field now. It's your turn to spar.”

But it seemed the universe had different plans for the both of you.

Before you even had a chance to protest, Maki and Panda walked past the two of you. “When I get back we’ll switch, until then keep sparring.” Maki stated, seemingly knowing you didn’t agree with the pairing.

You watched as they walked away, feeling Yuta’s eyes on you. Without saying a word, you stand up and grab your weapon and begin walking over to the field. As much as you didn’t want to be paired up with him, there's no use in arguing about it. You wanted to avoid any unnecessary drama that would come from asking to spar with someone else.

Once the two of you stood across each other you initiated the first move, charging at him with a force you normally wouldn’t use.

Yuta definitely noticed, stumbling a couple of times trying to keep up with your pace. “Hey, did I do something wrong?” Yuta asked, grunting as he tried to hold back the force of your wooden spear with his own.

“No, what makes you say that?” You respond, backing away to prepare another attack.

“It’s just that you’ve been avoiding me—” Yuta stumbles back when you suddenly attack, struggling to keep up with your pace. “What did I do to make you so upset?!”

Hearing those words made something snap in you. “That’s just it! You’ve done nothing!!” You yelled.

Yuta stumbled back, landing on his back while looking at you with wide eyes at your sudden outburst.

“I’ve waited and waited for you to say anything. I heard you and Panda talking in the hallway the other night, I know you like me, but it sucks just waiting around for something to happen! I’m upset because I like you too! A lot actually!!”

Yuta’s jaw slightly drops, watching as your eyes begin to water.

You quickly turn away from him and wipe your eyes. You didn’t expect to let it all out at that moment, but just hearing what he said combined with that confused look on his face made you angry. You felt as if you were the only one suffering in this situation.

The realization of what you said began to kick in and you felt your ears burn with embarrassment. Did you seriously just blurt out how much you liked him in the middle of sparring? You were definitely going to remember this moment years into the future when you’re trying to go to sleep.

Standing up, Yuta hesitantly approached you, afraid any subtle movement from him would make you run away. He clears his throat, catching your attention. You hesitantly look back at him, feeling even more embarrassed when you see Yuta’s worried expression.

“I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner, honestly, I had no idea how to approach you about it and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with how I felt..”

You shake your head. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you and put you on the spot like that. Just, ignore what I said—”

“No!!”

His sudden yell startled you. Seeing the look on your face Yuta retracts his hand, you kinda wish he didn’t move his hand away. “I don’t want to ignore what you said. Um, how about after we finish practicing we.. go out to eat? Would that be okay?” He hesitantly asked.

You took a moment to respond, taking in how his eyes shifted from you to the ground, his cheeks slowly becoming more red by the minute. Struggling to hold back a smile you nod.

“Yea, I’d like that.”

thank you for reading till the end! :D

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[daisynik7]

Can I request All for you by Janet Jackson for Aki Hayakawa - fluff

All For You

Tell me I’m the only one. Soon we’ll be having fun.

Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x f!reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

cw: fluff, grumpy/sunshine trope, alcohol consumption (everyone is of age)

Summary: Aki Hayakawa has been training you for the past two months, helping you acclimate into your new role as a Public Safety Devil Hunter. From the start, you were smitten, unable to contain your cheery attitude whenever you’re with him. He’s closed off, strictly business, and never cracks a smile, but in his own subtle ways, he shows you that he cares. One day, after a successful mission, you test your luck to see if your love is truly unrequited, or if Aki just needs that extra push to admit his true feelings for you. A little bit of liquid courage might also come in handy. 

Author’s Notes: Ahhh, my first Aki fic! Thanks for the request anon, I LOVE Janet Jackson, and this is the perfect song for the y2k karaoke party! I hope you like this! It’s short, sweet, and very fluffy, so it’s been a nice break from the shameless smut I’ve been writing LOL. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thank you for reading! Banner created by @/saradika.

It’s been two months since you started working for Public Safety. Two months of grueling training, both physical and mental, and two months of being stuck with the notoriously grumpy Aki Hayakawa. But you’re not complaining, considering how absolutely head over heels you are for him. 

In this case, it’s true what they say: opposites attract. While you’re the type of person to always have a happy expression on your face, Aki is the opposite. You have yet to see him crack a smile, even the tiniest hint of one. No matter how hard you try to bombard him with your joyous affections and shameless flirting, he remains unfazed by it. Though, you’re certain he doesn’t hate it. If he did, you would have already been chucked off to someone else to have to deal with you. That’s why you continue your efforts; because deep down, you know he likes it. Likes you. 

He doesn’t say it in words, but he doesn’t have to. His actions display them perfectly. Subtle glances during moments he thinks you’re not looking, though you always are. Small gestures to show he cares about your safety and well-being, like always switching spots with you when you’re walking on a sidewalk, making sure he’s on the side of the street. Putting out his cigarette whenever you arrive because he knows you don’t like the smell. Holding the door open for you, sharing his umbrella on rainy days, always volunteering to be your partner during group missions because he doesn’t trust anyone else to be with you. Sure, maybe he’s just that nice of a guy, a true gentleman, a man who proves chivalry is not dead. Or, maybe he really likes you as much as you do him. Is it wishful thinking? Probably. You’re growing impatient waiting for validation, so tonight, you decide to take matters into your own hands. 

The Public Safety Department is out to celebrate a successful mission. It’s the first time you’ve all been together in a while, so many of you are ready to let loose.  Your team sits together in one corner of the restaurant, a round of beers already being passed down as soon as you take your seat by the wall, directly across from Aki. Kishibe, the most senior Devil Hunter, takes a spot next to you, while Kobeni, your dear friend and main confidant on the team, sits by Aki. As usual, he’s quiet, sipping on his drink without so much as a peep. His eyes flit towards you as you grab the handle and take several heavy gulps of beer. You’re going to need some liquid courage in you for what you’re about to do. 

Kishibe doesn’t say much either, downing his liquor silently, leaving you and Kobeni to fill the void with random small talk until appetizers are served, and she stuffs her mouth with gyozas and chicken yakitori. When you’re almost done with your beer, Aki’s shoves the plate of dumplings to you. “You should eat,” he mutters, staring at your empty glass. 

You grin at him. “I will, if you feed me.” You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out playfully.

He rolls his eyes at you, a small blush surrounding his cheeks. “Stop acting like a child.”

Feeling particularly wicked, you turn to face your neighbor. “Kishibe, can you feed me?”

The older man chuckles, already finished with three pints. “Alright.” He pinches a gyoza between his fingers, dips it in the sauce, and guides into your mouth whole. From your peripheral, you notice Aki scowl, grabbing at the pitcher at the center of the table to refill his cup to the brim. 

You giggle, chewing it into smaller pieces to swallow, batting your eyelashes with your hand covering your mouth. “Thank you, Master.” 

Kishibe laughs again, clearly amused by this, glancing at Aki across the table. “Is this what you have to deal with?”

“You have no idea,” Aki grunts, chugging his beer halfway. 

For the next hour, you continue to focus all your attention on Kishibe, and none on Aki, who sits still with his shoulders tense and a permanent frown on his face. It helps that your senior is playing into it, not questioning your brazen behavior, fully aware of your crush on Aki because you have admitted it to him plenty of times before. Aki’s had several pints now, a red glow surrounding his cheeks, sweat beading on his forehead. He hasn’t said a word as you blatantly flirt with Kishibe in front of him. You’re feeling a buzz now, more reckless with your emotions. Suddenly, you’re annoyed with yourself and with him; you stand up, wobbling slightly, murmuring something about going outside for some air. 

You’re slumped on the steps in front of the restaurant, breathing in the fresh night air, cool against your hot skin, feeling defeated. Your dumb plan to make him jealous backfired, leaving you just as confused as before. Maybe it’s time to throw in the towel and just accept that Aki will never reciprocate your feelings.  

You’re alone for a few minutes until the door swings open and you see Aki walking towards you. a glass of water in one hand, the other tucked in his pocket. He passes it to you, saying, “Drink this.”

Pouting, you take it, sipping it slowly. “Thanks, I guess.” You add the last part spitefully.

He sits next to you, sighing. “Why are you doing this?” His voice isn’t his typical monotone; there’s actual concern behind it now. 

“Doing what?” You set the water beside you, crossing your arms. 

“You know what.”

You shrug, leaning back on your hands, staring up at the sky, blinking at the moon. “I don’t know what you’re talking about it.”

He turns to face you, swallowing loudly. “Why are you being like this? Are you in love with him?” 

This catches you off guard. “Huh?”

“Kishibe. Are you in love with Kishibe?” His brows are tight, eyes imploring you for the truth. And it’s in this moment that you realize your plan actually worked. And now you feel guilty. 

Before this gets out of hand, you decide to stop the games and be honest with him. “No Aki. It’s you. It’s always been you. You’re the only one.” You look at your shoes, avoiding his gaze, embarrassed by your confession, nervous for his reaction. 

“Then why were you – ”

“I was trying to make you jealous,” you interrupt him, explaining yourself. “I’m sorry. It was childish and immature and just plain dumb and I’m sorry. I understand if you’re upset. You can hand me off to someone else if you want. You don’t have to deal with me anymore.”

He copies your posture, leaning on his wrists, hands so close to touching yours. He doesn’t say anything for a minute, choosing his words carefully. “I’m not upset,” he says softly. 

You look at him, surprised at his response. “You’re not?”

And finally, after two months of yearning for it, he smiles at you. “Not at all.”

You can’t help perking up at this, scooting even closer to him. “Does that mean…?”

“Yeah. It does.” He places his hand on top of yours, squeezing it gently. 

“You have to say it,” you demand, flipping your palm over to interlock your fingers with his. 

“Do I have to?” he groans, still grinning. 

Your heart pounds in your chest, belly fluttering, grin wide and eyes bright. “Use your words, Aki. Or else I’ll get confused again.”

He shifts forward, nuzzling his nose to yours. “I like you. Happy now?”

You close the gap, kissing him on the lips, smiling. “Very happy.”

[foreverrandomwritings]

happy pride cutie💗💜💙

i was curious if you could write, someone being mean to reader for being bi, saying they’re faking it, them just being biphobic.

and from a character of your choice, have them be all protective, and comforting the reader while they’re upset. i’m a sucker for hurt/comfort 🥴

Summary: The moon boys are amazing boyfriends to their bisexual girlfriend.

Pairings: Steven Grant x afab!Reader Marc Spector x afab!Reader Jake Lockley x afab!Reader

Warnings: harassment, blood, insecurity. Thats it?

Word count: 1397

Masterlist M's PMC Masterlist

~I love me some bi pride. Also really want someone to protect and comfort me. 

~I’m gonna do MoonKnight mostly because I want an excuse to write for all the boys.

~We’ll start with Steven first. I know he’s not very confrontational but I think that after everything happened that completely changed. 

~He’s the one to use words to protect you. Even though he’s shy and pretty reserved anytime someone comes after you he becomes bold and confident. This had been shown on many occasions. 

~You had come in to visit him at work one day. He was on lunch so you guys walked through the exhibits with you asking him occasional questions about them. Which he did gleefully. 

~You had just asked him the name of one of the statutes when you felt a tug in your backpack. You turned around and saw one of your pins in a middle aged woman’s hand. 

~She had a scowl on her face and gave you a disgusted look as she looked over you, head to toe. 

~You squirmed a little under her gaze, quickly growing uncomfortable with the way she was glaring at you.

~ “Can we help you?” Your boyfriend pipped up, looking at the pin he had gifted you clutched inside the woman’s fist. You were glad he spoke up because your voice was gone as you looked at the women.

~ “I don’t think it’s appropriate to show something like this in public. Let alone somewhere that has so many children present.” She spat out. 

~ “Well, I don't think that’s any of your business and I think you need to return the item before I go and get security.” His hand extended towards her expectantly. You knew that Marc and Jake had to have been fighting to front as Steven shook his head glancing at his reflection in a shiny statue momentarily. 

~ “Being a part of that community isn’t something that needs to be displayed.” Her voice had venom in it. 

~ “Don’t worry lady, I'm definitely not interested in you.” You told her, finally finding your voice.

~ “I was not worried about that.” And for some reason she sounded offended at the fact you weren’t attracted to her.

~ “This is your last chance to give her back her pin before I get security.” He said more sternly, his accent thick as his glare darkened. She handed him the pin with a huff before turning around and running away. 

~ “Thank you, Steven.” You told him as he pinned the object back in place. 

~ “It’s alright love. No one deserves to be treated like that. I really don’t understand why people are twisted up by people in the lgbtq+ community.” He was standing in front of you now. Looking at the ground sheepishly. You kissed his cheek in a thank you causing a blush to bloom along his cheeks. Then you both continued on your walk.

~Now for Marc. 

~He is the one that comforts you. Reassures you constantly that you are valid, loved and supported. 

~You had told him of your desire to go to pride. He had reluctantly(not that reluctantly because he was actually super excited to share this experience with you) joined you in your time there. 

~He had even bought you matching shirts. Yours said I’m the bisexual girlfriend. His said I’m here with my bisexual girlfriend. The words were written in the bi pride colors. 

~You were so excited the day of, you showed up to watch the parade that morning with a beaming smile on your face. A large group of people passed you by and you could see a few of them reading your shirts. 

~You had always been a bit shy when around other people in the LGBTQ community. There had been many different instances that they had shamed you in the past. This time wasn’t any different. When one of the women started talking to someone else in the group. 

~ “How can she even say she’s bi when she’s in a relationship with a guy.” She snickered as she passed you. 

~ It didn’t seem Marc had heard, however, to focused on the parade going on in the street in front of you. No one here posed a threat to either of you in his mind so he had let loose a little. 

~ He had however noticed the way your hand slipped out of his. He looked at you quickly and saw you fiddling with the ends of your shirt. 

~ “What’s wrong?” He asked as he scanned the crowd to see if he could spot what happened.

~ “It’s nothing Marc. You can go back to watching the parade.” Your hands wrung together as you spoke. 

~ “Tell me what happened honey. Did someone hurt you?” His eyes scanned your body looking for injuries. Though he didn’t know they could’ve laid a hand on you with him standing right there. 

~ “Just someone invalidating me again. Nothing new.” He knew that you had insecurities surrounding your sexuality. Having been told many times you were faking it, that it didn’t exist or that you weren’t actually bisexual since you were with Marc. 

~He had always done what he could to reassure you that you were validated and that you shouldn’t listen to what everyone said. This time was no different as he brought you into his chest squeezing you to him. Your arms came around his middle as you hugged him back. 

~ “You are such an amazing and wonderful girlfriend babe. Your sexuality is valid. No matter what anyone else says you and I both know you’re bisexual. Steven and Jake know you are bisexual and we love you so much. We are comfortable with you exploring both sides of your sexuality as well. You just have to sit us down and talk about it with us.” He kissed the top of your head as you squeezed him tighter. 

~It was always comforting to be in his arms. He smelled like a combination of the three of them. The three that would love and care and protect you until their last breath. 

~Now onto Jakeeeeeeee. 

~This man will let fists fly with no hesitation. Very very very protective. 

~This one will be more violent than the other ones of course. 

~It was routine for one of the boys to be standing outside of your workplace waiting for you when Jake didn’t have a mission for Konshu. 

~So as you exited the building you weren’t surprised to see a familiar hat placed atop a familiar set of curls. 

~ “How was work today mi amor.” Jake had asked you as he usually did. Taking your hand in his. 

~ “Fine.” Was your simple answer, even though work had been super annoying due to one specific co worker. 

~ “What happened?” He asked you as he scanned your face with his eyes. 

~ “Why do you think something happened?” You asked him surprised.

~ “You normally won’t shut up about your work day. But today was just fine. So what happened?” His demeanor changed as he finished his sentence, now in complete protective mode. 

~ “Chad from accounting was going on again about me being bi. Told me that it was a sin. That I would feel the wrath of hell. Told me I didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as him. Just the normal gist and what not.” You shrugged simply as though the words didn’t sting you. As if you didn’t feel a deep hole within your chest as though he had stabbed you repeatedly with every word he spoke. 

~ “Where is Chad now?” Jake was seathing as you spoke. The boys were all talking loudly within his head wanting to find the guy and put and end to him. 

~ “He’s probably out back. He takes a shortcut through the alley to get home.” You knew he was going to find him anyway so you figured you’d save him some time. 

~ “Go Home. We’ll be there shortly.” You nodded your head, giving his hand a squeeze. 

~ “Just don’t kill him okay?” You gave him a peck on the lips before you were slipping away. 

~It was almost an hour later that Jake slipped through the doors. Hands and shirt bloodied and you knew his point had been made to Chad. You cleaned him up and thanked him for helping you. 

~ “I will always protect you amor.” Was his response. 

A/N:I love the moon boys with all my heart. Oscar Isaac puts me in a chokehold with every role he plays. Happy Birthday Bestie❤️

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell

[shoyastars]

Villain Mistin au

Where Mistin was ‘convinced’ to stay as a villain by their ex girlfriend, somehow making it to the point they’re both Fiancé’s. However Ray seeing them on the street after years of searching, he decided to make his move.

His plan was simple, they can fall for him or Binary Star… but one problem… they’re fiancé didn’t seemed to like this, and not in a, “don’t steal my future partner” for example… it seemed more predatory, as if they were going to try everything they can to convince and control Mistin, not to get with him.

It clicked, she wasn’t just using them… they were also trying to get into Mistin’s older brothers good graces. He was known to have a healing ability… but as much as they’re brother can heal…. He can also hurt…. And kill…. They’re brothers ability was unclear in how it works to Ray, the NAHA is still pondering whether it’s a good idea to find and capture alive or kill on site.

However Ray’s problems were not connected with the NAHA, it was with Mistin’s ‘fiancé’ and how they’re practically brainwashed into thinking they love her. So the new plan was to get them out as soon as possible… out of the relationship, out of the soon to be ‘special day’ even if it seems wrong, he won’t stand by while they see Mistin look miserable without knowing they’re miserable.

Getting to know them is easy, growing closer to… however, taking off the red tinted glasses? Not so much.

Will Mistin be able to take off those glasses and see the signs in front of them? Or will they simply cut Ray off for they’re future ‘Partner’?

We’ll probably never know….

And that’s all the details I think I’ve shared for this lol! Anyway I’m kinda interested in others oc’s villain au’s I wanted mine to be kinda slow burn, yet like super reasonable as to why Mistin doesn’t just get up and leave. Because I did mention before they’re ex girlfriend was very manipulative and controlling, she even resorts to violence if she sees she’s not going to get her way… in this au, they’re more ‘convincing’ than ever, she still resorts to some kind of violence if not given her way, however I believe that is enough you want to hear about her.

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Possible questions

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Why isn’t Mistin with double?

Mistin always saw him as a friend, they never really saw him as dating material when growing up. More like a third brother to them type way. The way they look out for him and help him out when being messed with by the older kids. They didn’t know he thought of them in such a different way, until he eventually told them.

Does the toxic fiancé/Girlfriend have a brain wash ability?

Hm, I’m not too sure… that would seem too easy, so I’m going to say no, I haven’t really thought of the ability because they’re in the main story was someone of the past who changed they’re personal take on a relationship, the person who only saw their relationship as beneficial than actual love. Mistin feelings were never returned because it was never real. Mistin wanted to be loved… not used…

How come they aren’t so aware in this au?

They didn’t think they’d be able to find someone better, also… they’re self worth was beaten down many time in their times being a villain. Meanwhile with Ray they’re slowly regaining they’re self confidence again.

How did Ray become aware of Mistin’s family?

Oh come on, I’m sure Ray took background checks on us.

Will we get a fanfic of the au?

Depends if when i finally get the Ao3 writing done, I might consider making it. It might go more in depth with my characters and possibly mention more upon what relationship Mistin and their ex have from then to now. It will include a toxic relationship, an unhealthy dynamic between her and them. Maybe even exploring more family lore behind Mistin.

That’s all! Have a lovely day, afternoon, or night wherever you are!

The next chapter of The Star Hero & The Misty Crook will come soon.

Next chapter is called…

Is It Really You?

[luimagines]

That Dragon au Part 9

Hallo hallo! It’s that time of the month again! :D

We catch a little more about what’s been happening on the sidelines.... Kinda

@cafecourage

Masterlist

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Chapter 9: Catching up?

When Wind sat up Enno was quick to help Warriors. 

"Here, let me take something." They said, grabbing the pitcher and walking with him back to the spot. "I still don't see why you said this place was nothing much. I think it's very pretty here."

Warrior smiles. "We'll come back at some point then. I just meant that it was small. Hyrule field used to a beautiful place for a picnic-"

"But it's all destroyed here." Wind takes a sausage and bread for himself, sneaking over to steal the cheese and cut it up for all of Enno. "So this tiny park is the only thing they have until it grows back."

Enno shift awkwardly. They take a little bit of the food and drink for themselves to ignore it. That took a bit of a dark turn. "It reminds me of a park back home. I lived near a city that basically had a man made forest in the center of it. It was made to create jobs back after a war years ago." 

"A man made forest?" Warrior takes his share, putting the extras in the middle for anyone to reach. "How does that even happen?"

Wind takes a big bite of his food. "When can we go visit your home, Enno?

"I- Hold on." Enno digs through their pouches to find their phone. Enno leans over to show him some photos as they explain. Warrior leans over while Wind practically throws himself onto their lap. "I don't think I have photos of that but I have pictures of something else. There was a place we called the 'highline'. It used to be a small train shipping rail between factories back when the area was still the meatpacking district. Because the city doesn't have that much nature they decided to make it into a park. I used to hang out there while waiting for my dad to get out of work when his office was there and I was still in school." 

Only the trees and benches look familiar but they can tell that their world is very different to their own. 

"Enno, which one's you?" Wind asks. "Who are these people?"

Warrior smiles and leans against them. "Looks nice."

"Uh… Some are tourists, some are just people going to work." Enno shrugged. "I was always doing homework, eating lunch, or writing while sitting here. It's a good people watching spot." Enno said, putting their phone down and turning it off. "I don't know if you guys will ever come around to my world but I would like to show you both around. The city is loud though."

Warrior shrugs. "A city is still a city. It can't be much louder than here on a festival day."

Wind frowns and pouts. "I'm not good in loud places.... Is there any way that it quiets down at all?"

"Probably, I can also help you muffle the noise. We have some things." Enno pats his head. They took a bite of their food, wondering what they could do to help Wind. "We could start around my home, then see if we can go into the city."

"Earmuffs, Kiddo." Warrior ruffles his hair right after. "Remember when you were here and saw snow for the first time? Those could work too."

"Maybe.." Wind hums, looking at the pictures some more. "It looks pretty warm there."

“It was taken in the summer. I might live on an island like you, but the difference is that for me it’s not a tropical one.” They lean on Warrior. “We get a lot of snow in the winter. But I really prefer summer and spring.”

Warrior grins, wrapping his arm around Enno’s shoulders, biting into his food. "Let's hope we get good weather when we visit then."

Wind appears to be thoughtful as he chews his food. "I like snow... but I don't like the cold."

“I agree. But it gets fairly cold there. If we were to visit I hope it would be spring or fall. Mostly because we have different things to offer, but also because the weather is just right.” Enno starts purring. They closed their eyes and rested again now that they ate. “It would be another family day out.” 

Warrior slowly rubs his hand up and down their arm, resting there contently, watching the sun go down over the horizon. "Sounds perfect."

"I'd like that." Wind's head is placed on Enno’s lap, beginning to purr as well. Warrior runs his hands through the boy's hair, purring as well, feeling content and whole that this little family is within his arms.

"Just don't fall asleep yet." He warns you both. "We still have to go back to the castle."

“What are you gonna do about it?” Enno looked up at him with the most lazy smile. They still sat up. “Just kidding. We should head back soon.”

Warrior pouts from behind their back, wiping it from his face before they could see it. "Well I didn't mean now."

Wind snickers, having seen it all. 

"Hush you."

“Well yeah,” Enno pinches Warrior’s cheek like he was a kid. “I don’t want to get too comfortable that I fall asleep.”

Warrior pulls away from the pinch, snapping his head to try and bite their fingers playfully. "I could carry you no problem if you did."

Wind rolls his eyes, pretending to gag. "Go be cute somewhere else."

“First you couldn’t, we bought a lot of stuff today.” Enno pulled their hand back and stuck out their fingers. 

“Secondly-” Enno pulls Wind to hug him and just snuggle, fully teasing him at this point.. “We can’t compare to how cute our son is.” 

"Hey!" Wind struggles in their grip, turning around to face Enno. He sticks his tongue out.

Warrior snorts. "He gets it from his father, clearly."

Warrior then nudges Enno’s shoulder. "And you underestimate my determination."

But he sighs and moves to stand. "But you're right. It's a bit of a walk back and we should be there before dark? We should go."

“If we must.” Enno follows him and gathers their stuff, making sure to dust off their stuffed animal. “Come on,Sailor.”

Wind hops up and joins them, picking up his stuff on the way. Warrior is left sitting on the ground.

Wind doesn't hesitate to grab Enno’s hand and begin to lead the way back. 

Warrior smiles to himself, picking up what was left behind. He trails behind them both as Wind entertains Enno with stories of the three Links' time together. He feels whole.

Enno listens intently and lets Wind talk their ear off all the way back to the castle. Swinging their hands together. 

"Are you going to sleep with us tonight? Or are you going to sleep in your room with Four?" They asked Wind.

"A..ha...." Wind’s grip on you tightens. "I shared a room with Time. ...Can... Can I stay one more night with you guys?"

"Oh- my bad," They bring Wind closer "I'm ok with it." 

they turn back to Warriors. "Is it ok with you?"

Warrior nods. "I don't mind. My bed is big enough as it is."

Wind grins and sways his hands back and forth, still holding onto Enno. "I’d like that."

"I'm probably going to sort out my stuff before we sleep though." Enno says. They had only just remembered that they moved all of their stuff into Warrior's room. "We kinda just left it on the bed." 

 They entered the castle's walls and things weirdly felt calm... Enno didn't know why but that was enough to set them on edge.

"Well you look like you all had fun." Cia says, waiting for the three of them at the entrance. "I was wondering when you'd come back."

Warrior shifts into half dragon immediately and steps in front of both Enno and Wind. "I'm going to ask you to move now, Cia. Don't make this worse."

Wind frowns and grabs a few bags from Warrior, lessening his load. Wind's grip turns fierce in Enno’s hand as he stares down the threat.

Cia's face gives nothing away. "I just wanted to chat."

Enno’s face doesn’t really change. They just blink. “Ok. What’s up? I’ll cut back my slang just because I realize that maybe won’t be ok for me to say to you. You… might be offended. My bad.” They say casually, actually meaning it. “I’m not going to be alone with you though. That’s asking a bit too much for what’s been going on.”

"Not you." She waves her hand, opening her mouth to speak again.

Warrior lets out a deep and threatening growl. 

Cia shuts up with a click of her teeth.

Warrior does that over the shoulder look. "Enno, Wind, go inside. Don't wait for me."

“Ok, but please both of you. Don’t burn down the place.” Enno takes some of the stuff Warrior was holding and walks past Cia, keeping up this is the ‘everyday’ kind of behavior. Heading to their room, Enno managed to remain fairly calm. 

"Mm, yes, whatever, go now." Cia waves them away nonchalantly.

Warrior growls his claws sharpening subconsciously. "I won't be long."

“Soooo there goes my plan.” Enno said once the two of them were far away.

Wind pulls them along, happy to be away from the magic practicing woman. "Your plan?"

“Well I was hoping to have you give him the pocket watch.” Enno sighs a bit, worried about Cia and him being together. “I should probably find Impa, Zelda or Lana….” They said out loud, knowing that those two are going to be at each other’s throat.

Wind hums. "I'll figure it out. It's not like we're leaving him behind. There will be other chances."

Wind leads them through the castle with practiced ease. They find themselves in front of Warrior's bedroom soon enough and Wind opens the door.

They both hear a roar from outside the castle.

Enno flinched and ushered Wind inside, not really paying attention to Warrior’s room putting the stuff down. 

“Stay and lock the door.” Enno closed the door and ran back, not trusting that those two should be alone anymore.

Wind runs after them and grabs their arm before they can go too far. "Don't Enno. If you get hurt, it'll crush him."

He looks up with pleading eyes. "Please...let's just go inside."

They stopped and looked down at him. “I am just going to go to get Zelda.”

They bent down and kissed Wind’s forehead. “Just give me five minutes, I will be back before you know it.” They said, taking Wind’s hand off. They smiled and slowly backed away. “Don’t worry. Five minutes.”

"I don't like this." Wind stays put. "I'm counting five minutes!"

Enno takes off running and finds Warrior. It's not hard to miss him.

He's turned full dragon and he's larger than they thought he would be. He already has a gash on his shoulder.

Enno bounces back to hide behind the corner. Seeing the gash made them angry to the point that they didn’t realize they had transformed half way. They wanted to catch Cia off guard but knew it would be difficult since they didn’t know how to control their magic. BUT THERE WAS A NEED TO SMITE HER.

Warrior shifts down halfway, holding his shoulder. He curses and turns to run into the castle. "I can't let her get to them."

He turns the corner and takes a deep breath and suddenly freezes.  Warrior turns to look at Enno, shock all over his face. "Enno... what... why.... I thought you were with Wind."

“I was. You're hurt. Who is she after and I swear if you said Pinky I am going to start swinging.” They growled. “Either way you need to go to the medical center.” They take the arm that wasn’t hurt. “Come on.”

Warrior shakes his head, letting them lead him anyway.  "I need to find Cia first. She was going after you. Pinky might be on the list but she's convinced that if she can either send you away or disfigure you, then we'll leave you both alone."

Warrior growls and whips his arm around to unleash a fairy. "I said I'd save this but I'm about to tear into her. I don't care what Lana or Zelda say anymore."

“Oh good. Fun even.” Enno was angry, running down the stairs two steps at a time. They didn’t know what they were going to do when they saw her but they had some choice words for her, not really caring anymore. They try to gather themselves though since it felt like they were getting close.

Warrior was able to keep up better once the fairy healed his wound. "Enno."

They keep running.

He called out to them again. "Enno?"

Still nothing.

A third time. "Enno. Enno!" He pulls them to a stop. "Where's Wind?"

“He is in your room. The door is locked.” They pull their wrist away “He is fine, Link.” They turn back and  continue to stomp down the hallway. “I know I’ve known her for less time but I want to do something.”

They wanted to just shock some sense into her. Literally or mentally, hopefully both.

Warrior nods and follows them once more. "If she can't get to Wind, she'd probably go after Pinky as an easier target. She might still be in the medical bay."

He looks Enno up and down appreciatively as he sees their half form once more but he doesn't comment on it. "What are you planning?"

“Sadly it seems like we share something. Which is being able to know and slightly witness things that we really shouldn’t. I have a sinking feeling that, while I can’t talk to her out of it. I gotta somehow wear her down. Her behavior is almost like Ganon took control over her again.” Enno said, wanting to get there quickly as possible. “Well first I want to just spice up something.”

The door was slightly opened. There was shouting already from the inside. Enno peaked through to see what was going on in there. Cia’s back was to them, they felt sparks inside of their hands. 

“Change of plan. Don’t kill me” They whisper, shooting through the door and tackling Cia down, acting like a human taser, hoping to just knock her out. They didn’t realize that their magic was a lot wilder than they thought.

Pinky opened her mouth to speak but she recoiled in fear from the sudden lighting in the room. It appears she was already crying. It's too bright and she was too busy covering her head, ears and eyes from the onslaught of information, sound and light.

Time, seemingly in Fierce Deity form, had thrown himself over Pinky to block the sudden barrage of magic, forming a barrier over the bed she was in.

Warrior dives in after Enno but is forced to take a step back from the sudden burst of magic. He's knocked off his feet, hitting his head on the door frame before he tries to get up again.

Cia screams and her staff goes flying through the room. She doesn't scream for very long before she falls unconscious.

Time shrinks back down to his hylian form and tries to calm Pinky by purring and shielding her from seeing the outcome of what’s happened. He wasn’t expecting Enno to just explode like that. He turns to see them rolled onto their back next to Cia. “Are you ok?”

They shakily gave a single one thumb up, magic disappearing quickly. They feel low and semi-nauseous again, both tired and awake. “She did this to me so it's just her actions catching up to her.” They pant, dropping my arm down. “Wat ‘bout you two?”

Pink stayed curled up for a moment, letting the silence drape over her. Slowly, she unfurls, the pain pulsing through her body. Her previous injuries have been irritated. It’s hard for her to move. "Is she gone?"

Pinky looked up and around. She opened her mouth to ask Time a question before she caught sight of Enno for the first time since the party. "Oh my god, what happened to you?"

Warrior shakes his head, rubbing the spot where he was hit, focusing on one person only.

"Enno!" He runs to them and drops to his knees beside them. "That... was frankly very impressive but stupid. Are you hurt? Are you ok?"

“I think we need to call a nurse to check on Pinky but for now we are both ok.” Time says holding her. “We should probably get her out.”

Enno sighed and turned to Warrior, “m low again.” They couldn’t even keep up the dragon form as they shrink back to their hylian body. Pinky’s comment then registers, “’m dragon now Cia’s fault idk why.” 

They rolled over to their side, groaning.

Pinky whimpers as she moves, holding onto Time as she tries to get over her pain. "Is she dead?"

Time shakes his head. “Only knocked out. That's why I want her out of this room.” He honestly doesn’t know how more people aren’t alerted and it's this calm within the medical bay. “You fell on your back. How are you feeling?”

"It hurts." Pinky whispers, trying to sit up. It feels like electricity is blooming over her back while it's pulled taut against itself. She lies back down and curls up. "A lot. It hurts Link."

Time gives Warrior a questioning look before returning to Pinky once more. “Do you want me to put the cream on?” He whispers to her, trying to ease her to lay on her side instead. 

Pinky bites her lip, the tears slipping out despite her efforts. "Yes please."

Pinky takes a shaky breath, trying to roll over. "God, I feel like I've been ripped open."

Warrior takes a deep breath, he checks Enno’s pulse and their temperature. He fishes in his belt for a magic potion and uncorks it for them. "Here Sweetheart. You scared me."

Enno drinks a bit of the potion, “I promised Wind I would be back in 5 minutes.” It’s probably been more than five minutes.They were slow in drinking the potion as they stared at Cia. “So what now?”

Warrior sighs and looks over. His hand comes up to where his injured shoulder once was. "I'll take her out, check her in. Enno, stay with Pinky until you drink it all, ok? Wind can wait a bit. Or he can come find us. He's a smart boy."

Enno didn’t like Warrior’s idea but they sigh once more. “Yeah yeah. I’ll head to your room soon though. We have to put things away.” They stumble up and walk over to Pinky and Time, sitting on the floor.

Warrior soothes Enno over first, completely sidestepping Cia.

He runs his hands through their hair and over their shoulder before kissing their forehead. "We'll head back together when she's taken care of ok? If you're feeling better after the potion that is. Don't drink it too fast. Don't move too much. If it doesn't get better we might have to check you in as well, ok?"

He stands and looks at Time. "Watch them, please."

Warrior then turns and picks Cia up effortlessly, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

He leaves.

Time nods, watching Warriors leave, he sees that Enno was already looking away and grabs the cream. “Afterwards, I can get someone to look at you. While it doesn’t look like it's too bad, we will still need to double check.” Time states, he hears Enno growl softly. “She will get punished for this. This is too far.”

“You don’t- she” Enno sighs, bonking the back of their head against the bed lightly, “Pinky would probably know what I mean, but Cia sounds like those fans that claim ownership of a character and attack people for even mentioning their names.”

Pinky hisses when Time applies the cream on her back. The area is the most sensitive as it has been the entire time. "Link please ...calmer."

Pinky tries to steady her breath and looks at Enno through her peripheral vision. "I vaguely know the people you're talking about. I avoided their circles on principle. I never met one of them. Until today, I guess... I thought she was gonna kill me."

“Sorry.” Time lightens up and does it more slowly “She wouldn’t have… not with me around.” 

Time massages her back lightly, frowning at the amount of pain she must be in after that attack. It’s clear that her nerves were shot. Enno snickers in the background, taking a swig of the potion.

“Did you guys plan the wedding yet?” They asked. “You guys sound like an old married couple. Or at least Time sounds like a true husband.”

Pinky grips the sheets around her and tries to relax. "No plans, just engaged."

Time tries to help ease her out of it. He doesn’t turn to Enno but he answers what they’re no doubt wondering. “You probably can't tell since you're so young and not used to everything still. But I’ve marked her.”

"To dragon standards, I guess we’re married?" Pinky sighs, trying to get the last of the tension out of her shoulders. She gulps and slowly forces herself out of the fetal position. "What about you and Warrior? You both suddenly seem very close."

“Ahhhhhhhh, that's why. There was a vibe, now I know.” Enno turned to face the two of them, crossing their arms on the edge of the bed. “I’m still unsure? Like how it was explained we are dating, yet we have Wind who is our son, and calls us by mom and dad. So it's just a thing? Right now?”

"From what I've gathered, you two would technically be dating." Pinky snickers. "But between you and Wind, I think you both just leaned into it. You've been calling Wind your son for years. That carries over."

"Besides... Wind also knows Warrior for longer. He might just feel more comfortable with it now that you're here. Like a missing puzzle piece." She finally relaxes fully, trying to ignore the pulsing on her back. "What does Warrior think about it?"

“About Wind? Warrior is loving it- being called Dad all the time. About me? I don’t think Wind has ever acknowledged me as a parent in front of him. So like that's going to be a thing.” Enno downs the rest of the bottle and rests their head on the bed. “So like are you guys going to have two weddings?”

"...Why?" Pinky hums. She closes her eyes, trying to keep her emotions clear from her face. "It's not like we had a dragon one. It just happened."

“We will get there when we get there. All I want is for you to get better, my love.” Time stops putting on the cream and puts it back. “Two sounds equally fun but stressful. Even though it would even be easiest to have two in each world.”

“Sounds like you're a man with a mission.” Enno teased. “As long as I’m invited.”

"You're mandatory at both." Pinky huffs. "You better show up."

The door creaks open. Warrior raises an eyebrow and puts his hands up in mock surrender. "And what am I walking into?"

He laughs a bit to himself and reaches down to help Enno to their feet. "Can you stand?"

“I can. We were talking about marriage and weddings.” Enno lets him help them. “I’ll probably be back down here tomorrow. So I’ll see you then?”

“If the nurses don’t move her to a different room, yes.” Time sighs, rubbing circles on Pinky’s arm.

“Yeaaaah….” Enno looks around. “Well… good night, have fun with that.”

Pinky waves slowly. "Goodnight. Expect an interrogation when I'm better."

Warrior grimaces. "I'll get some supplies in the morning for her. I'm sorry I couldn't stop Cia in time."

Warrior wraps his arm around Enno’s waist, holding them close as he leads them through the castle. He takes a breath, a deep one and pauses in the middle of the empty hallway.

What a mess.

[bitchsister]

the curt x bucky x gale spanking drabble was amazing but now i’m thinking of curt being spanked with his plug in 😅

Curt’s voice was getting louder, his already reddened cheeks growing pinker as his frustration settled deeper into his belly that growled.

“Curt, watch it.” Gale warned, sucking his teeth as he shook his head. “Why don’t you get a snack, hm?” He watched as Bucky pulled his hand away from Curt’s thigh, his eyes rolled as he rubbed his temples. “We’ll be ready for dinner sooner, if you let us finish.”

This is before Curt manages his “outbursts” better with Gale help. I’m also shortening these a smidge, so I can write more, faster!!!! And share more of these with you, without so much of a wait 🫶🏼🩷

This ask was also paired up with this one, since Galey is a little more comfortable! I got a couple requests after this one too for more dommy Gale, so enjoy!

This is a LCAU drabble 🩷

There wasn’t so much a tension as there was a race to the finish line. Gale was stressing, and so was Bucky. Curt, of course, was focused on anything other than his paper due at midnight. “I want — mm,” Curt splayed his palms over the desk, his back arched as he leaned himself into it. “I want Italian, I think.”

“You got the session claims over there?” Bucky looked over at Gale, his hand slowly reaching over to pat Curt’s knee and hopefully keep him at bay, but everyone in that very room knew good and well they had very little time left ticking before he became insufferable.

“Yeah. Got ‘em.”

The sound of pages flipping filled the room, and the fountain trickling from the open window leading out to the garden where Curt had been spending most of his day, writing his paper on his laptop with sunglasses perched over his freckled nose, his bare ass begging to be looked at, even if by a neighbor.

“You ‘member that mushroom pasta? The one from—“

“Curt,” Gale spoke, unable to focus on the color coded and alphabetized tabs separating each section of Bucky’s case file. The stress of the days nearing closer and closer had been hammering him down, too. Not to mention, this could be their last partnered case for quite awhile — he was taking advantage of working with Bucky and picking his brain for as long as he possibly could. “We don’t have time to talk about dinner just yet.”

“You’ve got a paper due.” Bucky patted his knee again, turning his watch toward Curt who shoved it away with a scrunched nose.

“He’ll extend it for me.” He flashed a grin. “M’his favorite.”

Bucky glanced at Gale, and Gale back at him.

“Like the time I did a whole bunch’a acid and forgot I had a presentation due the next morning.” Curt hopped up on the desk, his lip caught between his teeth when he landed right on the plug that nestled itself perfectly into him. His first and favorite — no app included, no pulsating or vibrating. Just a pretty blue, like your eyes, Bucky had once told him.

“Didn’t know you were skating by, Curt.” Gale tilted his head and Bucky chimed in, “Here I thought you were doing the work all on your own.”

“Oh, come on.” Curt rolled his eyes, “You know I ain’t skating by. My eye is twitchin’. I’m stressed just as much as the two of you.”

Bucky’s own eye twitched at that, “Didn’t know batting your lashes and asking for an extension was the same as working a high profile murder case.” In that moment, he was rudely reminded that he’d be on television again. “That the whole world is criticizing.”

“Ah, how hard it must be to have a nation call you the Courtroom Casanova, for god fuckin’ sake.” Curt recalled all the tweets he’d seen from the girls all over the world absolutely fawning over the man he knew the taste of, knew the smell of, the way his tongue felt on his neck.

He knew the sounds he made in his sleep, and his favorite type of toothpaste.

He knew what made his cock hard, what made his mouth water.

I’m just gonna say Bucky is Daddy material. #CourtroomCasanova

I’d let Mr. Egan yell in my face about how I’m guilty for hours and still say thank u. #CourtroomCasanova

I’m fucking droooooling. How am I supposed to listen to the evidence when he looks like THAT? #CourtroomCasanova

#CourtroomCasanova trended nationwide for a week straight.

“Do you think that diminishes the work I’ve put in?”

“Well, do ya think one extension diminishes all of mine?”

Curt’s voice was getting louder, his already reddened cheeks growing pinker as his frustration settled deeper into his belly that growled.

“Curt, watch it.” Gale warned, sucking his teeth as he shook his head. “Why don’t you get a snack, hm?” He watched as Bucky pulled his hand away from Curt’s thigh, his eyes rolled as he rubbed his temples. “We’ll be ready for dinner sooner, if you let us finish.”

Curtis stood and threw his arms up, clearly not willing to back down from whatever this was. “You both been sayin’ that for three hours now — since fuckin’ lunch! Don’t you people get hungry?”

“Not as hungry as growing boys.” Gale teased, and it only made Curt angrier.

“I’m full-grown.” A retort that hardly sounded sure, but even despite Gale saying it, he knew as much was the truth. Curt was well beyond his growth spurt days, but it felt like the right time to remind him of his stature. Small. Throwing a fit. Acting like a child. “Goin’ for physicalities is a cop out. And below the belt. Ain’t they teach you that in whatever school you went to?”

“How about your grammar, then?”

“Fuck you.” Curt turned to storm off but Gale quickly caught him by the wrist from where he sat, his neck craned slightly to take him in head to toe.

Curt had since dressed himself since his lounging in the garden, his ankle socks crisp white with bloodstains around the tops from skinning his knees while skating, his shirt a borrowed Fleetwood Mac tee that hung to his mid thighs, a relic from Bucky’s time in college — it hung so low, it was impossible to tell if he’d even bothered to put a pair of shorts on or not.

One of Gale’s brows had risen, “What was that?”

“I said fuck. You.”

He stood then, grabbing both of Curt’s wrists and holding them with a now-practiced precision behind his back with one hand, hips shoved into his backside to force his chest onto the desk. “Well, maybe we’ll talk about that foul mouth of yours, then.”

The tshirt had ridden up just slightly in that position, risen just above the curve of his ass and revealing a pair of Adidas shorts that he’d most certainly stolen from a drunken sleepover with one of his girlfriends on campus, the particular cut of them riding too far up on his thighs to be anything else.

“What about it?”

Curt certainly had not been expecting for Gale to be the one to rise from his seat, but it had come as a pleasant surprise, one Curt would later shower him with praise for.

His shorts were shucked down to his ankles, shirt pushed to the middle of his back to reveal a pair of spread thighs and a beautifuly plump ass, a little blue plug nestled between its cheeks visible once he parted his feet far enough. “You always got something in there, don’t you?”

Bucky had found himself entranced, glancing up from his phone that he answered emails on every so often to catch a glimpse of his boys, learning to play all on their own.

“Gotta, since the two of you hardly look my fuckin’ way.”

A loud crack reverberated through the room, the sound bouncing off of the bookshelves filled to the brim with literature shared by the three of them — Navigating the Therapeutic Alliance, Landmark Cases in Constitutional Law, and Hypersonic Aerodynamics: Pushing the Boundaries of Flight.

“Now, you know that’s a lie if you’ve ever told one.”

Curt had risen on his tiptoes, his back arched at the bottom of his spine. “Mm, no.” His eyes had turned into the ones he would wear whenever he was getting what he wanted — soft little slits. So feline. So serpentine.

He looked right at Bucky with them. “I ain’t ever told a lie.”

And his fangs were sunk right into him.

Gale’s thumb pressed against the baby blue plug nestled between his cheeks, begging for attention but so natural in its spot there where Curt hardly ever walked around without anything stuffing him up, whether it be his own fingers or something Gale or Bucky bought for him.

Slowly, Gale’s lips parted to dribble a trail of saliva on the sweet, pink little path beneath it, the spot right below the plug and just above his balls, so tight and tan, sprinkled deliciously with soft hues of pink and red.

“And that makes you a liar.”

Again, the sound echoed from the opposite cheek, it’s redness quickly mirroring the other while Curtis moaned softly against the sturdy oak beneath him, not even a creak heard beneath his weight.

With curious eyes and an even more inquisitive touch, Gale found himself spreading Curt to get a good look, watching as he showed off and tightened himself around the plug that wiggled each time he did.

Even with his hands still grasped securely behind his back, Curtis found a way to fuck himself.

It was, at times, astonishingly impressive

[yanderecrazysie]

here me out yandere terushima, futakuchi, or shirabu like i love your writing and i can never find anything on them😭

Some of you might wonder “Why didn’t Sienna choose Shirabu??” but I have two or three requests with him coming up, so I decided I would choose one of the other options XD

But I totally agree, there’s like nothing on them anywhere! Since I only have a Yandere Alphabet for Futakuchi, he’s getting his own one-shot!

Title: Annoyance

Pairings: Futakuchi Kenji x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, sexism, swearing, Futakuchi is just so oml

Summary: You’ve always found Futakuchi annoying, but he’s only gotten worse since you caught his attention.

Part 2: here

annoyance

/noun/

a thing that annoys someone; a nuisance

Futakuchi had an attitude about him that you really couldn’t stand. An overconfidence that inflated his ego and drove you away.

He really did think he was the best of the best. You bet if you asked him, he’d claim he was the only reason Dateko was good. Whoever the hell made him captain was an idiot, in your opinion. After all, it just made his ego grow even more than you ever thought possible.

You avoided him the best you could, but that was hard to do when you shared all of your classes. Somehow, you hadn’t caught his eye until now.

You could hear him bragging from a mile away, but you still couldn’t avoid him and his teammates. Disgruntled, you tried to focus on practice even harder, but Futakuchi’s comments just grew louder in the echoey gymnasium.

“You know, girls really shouldn’t play volleyball. They aren’t any good at it.”

Jackass.

“I mean, we’ve gone to nationals. None of these ladies can relate to something like that.”

Bastard.

“I bet, under my leadership, we’ll win at nationals this year and the next. These girls can only hope to get on our lev-”

SMASH.

“Oops,” you said blandly, “the ball slipped.”

Futakuchi glared daggers at you, clutching his nose to stop the blood spurting from it. You couldn’t resist a short, sarcastic little smile as you watched him leave the gym with quite a bit of satisfaction.

“That guy’s in your class, right?” One of your teammates asked, “What a jerk…”

“Yeah, good thing you accidentally threw that volleyball at his face, huh?” Your team captain gave you a knowing smirk.

Spirits were high for the rest of practice. They wouldn’t have been if you’d known what was to come.

“Let me take you out to eat. You know, to make it up to me.”

“You should really run errands for me while I heal. It’s the least you could do.”

“Help me out on this homework. It’s hard to see with my nose so swelled up!”

If you found Futakuchi annoying before, his obnoxious behavior had only tripled since the “accident” in the gym. He spent every moment badgering you to do this or that with him and it freaked you out, to say the least.

You’d tried everything from a polite “no” to “fuck off”, but nothing worked. He seemed to get more determined with every rejection. What were you supposed to do, if saying “no” only made him try harder?

He also made you uncomfortable, with how touchy he’d become. It seemed like he always wanted his hands on you in one way or another, and when he towered over you with his lanky form, it made you start to panic.

“Please please please please please please please!” Futakuchi begged each and every time, “I’m asking so nicely, so you have to do it, riiiiight? Pleaaaaaase?”

How annoying.

He popped up everywhere you went, so it was impossible to avoid him anymore. Why had you thrown that ball at his face? Now he probably viewed you as a challenge or, worse, this was his revenge.

Why wouldn’t he just grow tired of bothering you?

It wasn’t until he cornered you after practice one day, gripping your hands tightly in his, demanding that you take him up on his offer of a date that you took him seriously.

And it wasn’t until after the date, where he clearly spent every moment trying to woo you and cling onto you, that you realized this wasn’t some sort of elaborate prank.

You were forced to confront the realization that he wanted you, for some reason or another. And, as annoying and frightening as it was…

He wouldn’t stop until he had you.

[rowanaelinn]

Right Where You Left Me - Chapter One

A/N: AHHHHH!!! I haven’t been so excited about a project in so long🥰 It’s inspired by a show I’m currently watching! I hope you will love this story, as it’s the only thing I’ve been writing or thinking about lately!

Warnings: none | Word Count: 3,300

“We need to ignore the allegation,” the woman said, her eyes full of the worry that’d been growing in her for hours now. Ever since the leak happened. She was holding her husband hand, or maybe simply grabbing it, as the middle-aged man didn’t return the contact.

He looked away from his wife, and tension in his jaw was evident. He wouldn’t forgive this. It was one of the signs, signs that Aelin saw too often in her job. They wouldn’t divorce, that much she knew. He wouldn’t have sought her help otherwise. No, as a senator for the conservative party, the man sitting across from her couldn’t divorce.

Elide snorted and didn’t have to look at Aelin before she told the woman, “If you want to ruin your husband’s political career as well as your children’s life in Doranelle, sure. Go ahead, the scandalous press will love it. I’m sure your book club friends will also be really fond of it.”

“What do you want me to do?” The woman sneered.

Aelin answered, “Confess. Control the narrative before the dozens of men you’ve slept with start talking. The story’s already out. Now it’s only a race on who gets the power.”

The husband cocked his head to the side. “What tells you they’ll go public?”

Of course. It always happened, and it never sat right with Aelin. “Because I’m excellent at my job, Senator, which is why you hired me. You didn’t hire me to ask questions which could be answered by a teenager, you hired me to save your reputation and your career, which my plan will do. Though, if you waste your precious time asking questions, maybe you can already pack that cozy office of yours.”

The wife’s shoulders shuddered, and she said, “Alright. I will do it. Do I just go out there and—”

“We’ll have a speech for you. It’ll be written by—”

The conversation kept on going, but Aelin’s attention was caught by her phone ringing. Usually, she tried not to answer when she was with a client. But when she saw Gavriel’s name appear on the phone, she shared a look with Elide, asking her to take the lead of this meeting.

Aelin had full faith in the petite woman. She was talented, and smart and wicked. Everything a fixer needed to be.

She stood and felt the meeting room, entering her office. Then, she picked up the phone.

She didn’t speak to her uncle often. They had contacts there and then, but ever since she left her job, things had turned colder than they were when they worked together on the campaign. The man rarely spoke to his own son, as well. Though that was more Aedion’s choice than Gavriel’s.

“No,” was the first thing she said, her voice firm. “I’m not working for you anymore.”

Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor of her office. The sound was a delight to her ears. She knew her peers enjoyed more casual outfits, like Elide. But Aelin’s wide range of weapon started from her clothes to the contacts she had gathered her whole life. If the choice was given to her, she would always choose the stilettos with a pencil skirt. It didn’t help sometimes, especially when men looking for a chance to feel superior to her were in the equation. But it also worked in her favor. Because no matter how many times she proved herself, they always felt superior. And they always thought less of her. In the end, it made her win.

“Niece,” he started, with that pleading voice. “Maybe I was only calling to ask how you were.”

“You didn’t,” she said, matter-of-factly. “You didn’t show up for Hayley’s birthday party last week and as far as I know, she still hasn’t forgiven you yet, even with all the gifts you keep sending. Probably because of the shame. I know that in a week you will call her because you magically either found or bought something that she loves, and very expensive as well. She will be happy and jump in your arms, forgetting about how you didn’t show up, and then you will feed her stories about how busy you were, knowing very well she’s practically in love with your job. I know that you wouldn’t call me--unless you absolutely needed me--before making my daughter happy. So, no. You didn’t call to ask how I fared. And here is my answer, Gavriel, I’m not working for him anymore.”

He lost a breath, and it almost sounded like a chuckle. He hadn’t forgotten his great niece’s birthday before, it wasn’t a pattern which was the only reason why she hadn’t crucified him. But she knew how he worked. He formed her, formed her wicked mind and taught her how people’s mind worked, how to find loopholes. And he knew he was right, which is why he didn’t deny it.

“He needs you, Aelin,” he said then, and she almost heard worry.

“He has lots of people working for him now. Surely, he doesn’t need me.”

“He doesn’t trust anyone else with this,” he answered, and that made her back straighten. “Not even me.”

She looked through the tall glass window, at the building she knew he was in. Maybe she could do it, only once. If it was as important as Gavriel made it sound, maybe it was alright. She sighed and said, “Our place, in twenty minutes. You’ll tell me everything there.”

“You are Gods sent, Aelin,” he said, and she could hear his voice.

She didn’t answer to the praise, and only said, “I’m only hearing you out. No promises. Also, twenty minutes gives you enough times to call Hayley.” And then, she hung up.

---

Aelin had always loved this park. She’d always been a city person, thriving on the movements and the fact that there always was something to do. But she had two places to go when she was too overwhelmed, when she sought peace. As much as she adored her two daughters and her son, Aelin couldn’t consider her house peaceful. Two teenagers and a two years old running around wasn’t her definition of peaceful. She checked her phone, and she smiled at the picture Hayley sent her. They were spending the day at Aelin’s parents house, but if the time was any indication, Aelin’s mother was busy preparing lunch, which gave Hayley plenty of time to braid her sister’s hair.

Her back straightened as she felt someone at her back, and she slipped her phone back in her handbag. She crossed her arms as she turned around, facing her uncle and mentor. He was wearing his usual dark suit, brightened by his white shirt. He was holding a brown folder in his hand, and she knew it was destined to her, should she accept to help his boss.

He gave her a bright, nice smile. One that made it impossible to believe he sometimes could the snake she knew he was. He taught her well, after all. She couldn’t help but smile back, wrapping her arms around him as he did the same. “How’s my favorite niece?”

She rolled her eyes, sitting on the bench behind them. “I’m your own niece.”

He chuckled, sitting next to her. He didn’t speak for a moment, only looking at the flowers not far from where they were sitting. He was a busy man, she knew. Being the President’s Chief of Staff was not a job made for the weak, and she supposed it was his first break of the day. If he even considered this a break, as he was supposed to convince her to help him. But what came out of his mouth next barely surprised her. “How’s Aedion?”

“He had fun at Hayley’s party,” she answered.

He threw her a dirty look, and she pressed her lips together to hold in her smile. There was the reason he didn’t show up, though Aelin had the decency to not call him out on it.

She wanted to give him a better answer, but she’d promised herself to stay out of this thing between them long ago. Aedion had asked her to. So, she did.

“My time’s precious, Gavriel,” she told him.

He chuckled, “Of course, it is. How does business fares outside of the Glass House?”

She nodded. “Good enough.”

He gave her a tight smile, before handing her the folder. She was careful as she opened it, still unsure on what to expect inside. She didn’t let her heartbeat unevenly as she discovered the picture of a beautiful women. She had pale blonde hair, thin rosy lips as well as sharp, and yet beautiful features.

“Remelle Rosin,” her uncle explained. “She has been working as the Vice-President’s secretary for two years, since the elections.” Aelin looked at the rest of the folders, the woman’s records, and other documents her uncle had gathered on her. Then, he explained the true purpose of his call. “She’s been… spreading rumors. Saying she had sexual intercourse with the president, that they’ve been involved romantically.”

“Have they?” She asked.

“No,” he answered, and Aelin’s guts told him he was being truthful. “Of course not. You know him, and he is not unfaithful. He and the first Lady, they are better than during the campaign. He wouldn’t ruin that for a pair of pretty legs.”

“I need to see him,” she said.

“No.”

“I need to see him,” she repeated. “I need him to look at me in the eyes and tell me he didn’t do it, and I need the confirmation before you send me to destroy that woman.”

He looked at her and then sighed. “You and your gut.”

“Five minutes, then consider it done.”

Because if he hadn’t done it, then she would help him. Of course, she would. She nearly got him elected; she wouldn’t let a liar ruin everything he’s done in office until now.

“Alright. Tomorrow, at noon. I’ll find a way to squeeze you in.”

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She hadn’t walked through the doors of the Glass House in years. Against what the name indicated; the building was not see through. At least, not all of it. Only the touristic parts were. The rest of the building was made of very real walls, made of stone or bricks. She hated walking through the glass parts of the building, it always made her uneasy.

But the Oval office, where she was walking in direction of now, was hidden by a lot of thick, not-see through walls.

Connall and Vaughan, the two security men attached to the hip of the president, were standing straight in front of the big, oval office.

“Boys,” she purred as she arrived in front of them. “I have a meeting with your boss.”

Connall’s onyx eyes shone of mischief. With his brother on her team of workers, Aelin knew the dark-haired version of Fenrys better than she knew the other imposing man standing on her side. “Mrs. Galathynius,” he greeted her. “I’m afraid the president’s meeting is running late. You will have to wait.”

“Of course,” she said. She wasn’t surprised, if she was being honest. She had told Elide to take the lead of the office while she was gone, and if any client was to come in when Aelin was gone, she trusted her friend to take care of it.

They were all technically lawyers, and yet they were not. They were fixers. People came to them to help them through messes, and they were all damn good at their jobs. Kidnapping, death threats, murder accusations, cheating allegations… You called it, and Aelin and her team could fix it.

But she refused to help the wrong people. If they were not innocent, at least in big cases, then they were not welcomed in Galathynius & Co’s office. She didn’t rely on her clients to tell her team the truth. No, Aelin trusted her own gut like nearly nothing else.

Hence why she was here now. To make sure she wasn’t sent to destroy an innocent. She could go low to defend her clients, but she still had that part of herself that refused to defend the wrong people.

She smiled at Elain, the young woman was the president’s secretary, and the brunette told her to sit to wait. She hadn’t been in this building since the inauguration party, more than two years ago. She felt uneasy at the idea of being here now. She’d promised herself to stay away from here, and until yesterday she had kept that promise. But if he needed help, and if he did trust her, then she couldn’t refuse.

She hadn’t worked her ass off to put him in office, only to have him lose credibility for a sex scandal. And maybe, if this woman was a liar, she would find some satisfaction in silencing her lies about him. Not that she would ever admit such thing to anyone.

“Elain, do you have the president’s schedule for next we—oh, Gods. Aelin!”

Quickly, her head shot up when she heard her name. The first Lady had walked in the room, standing beside Elain’s desk dressed in a beautiful red dress, not fitted too close to her body to keep the conservative look, but also not baggy enough to look cheap, or inappropriate. Even her make-up was done lightly, everything in nude colors. Her long wavy brown hair was down her back, and it had grown since the last time Aelin had seen her in person.

Slipping too easily in the persona she used at work, Aelin stood and mirrored the woman’s smile. The brunette took steps in Aelin’s direction and embraced her, Aelin returning the embrace. “Lyria,” she smiled. “I’m happy to see you.”

“Has Rowan finally convinced you to come back on our team?” She asked, too much cheer in her voice to be anything Aelin could mirror without loads of efforts. “You’ve done such miracles during the campaign.”

“Are you talking about me?” A grave, deep voice said from behind, and Aelin couldn’t stop her heart from missing a beat. She didn’t have to turn around to know who was speaking.

And yet, she still turned around. He was in the doorway between his office and Elain’s, dressed in a perfectly fitted suit, back with a white shirt. The only color on him was his red tie, and those mesmerizing green eyes. His hands were in his pockets, his chin high. She wasn’t sure he had lowered that part of him a single time since he was elected. “Good morning, Mr. President,” she said, and hoped she didn’t sound as breathless as she felt. From the lack of reaction from both Elain and Lyria, she supposed it was only an internal feeling. Good.

His lips barely tipped up as he greeted her, “Aelin.”

Lyria walked to the side of her husband, laying a loving hand on his shoulder. “Of course, we were speaking of you. In fact, we were discussing your negotiation skills, and if you finally managed to gain our best asset back.”

Aelin chuckled softly, looking to her feet for a second before daring to look back at the couple. He laughed, though the sound was short-lived. “I think we all know that no one can change Aelin Galathynius’ mind.”

A breathy laugh from Lyria, “Well, I’m sure you two will find a way. I’m running a little late,” she informed them, looking at her watch. “I have to leave for Blair’s house, unfortunately. Something about needing my assistance with which panting will be on the walls for the gala. Will I see you there, Aelin?”

She mustn’t have been able to hide her surprise quick enough, because Lyria understood quickly that she wasn’t aware of what she was speaking of. “I’m extremely bu—”

“Nonsense, I do not understand what happened. You were on the guest list, but I will fix this problem in the minute. Hopefully, it isn’t too short notice for you and Senator Westfall.”

She gave her that look that meant Aelin could only nod, and say, “Of course, we’ll be there.”

Lyria clapped her hands in excitement. “It’s been too long, Aelin. You should come to see us more often.”

Then, she bit them farewell and left the room. There was one second of silence before Rowan gestured to Aelin to enter his office. She grabbed her bag and did, walking into the room with him on her heels, the door closed. She placed her bag on one of the two couch, but did not sit. She turned to face him, and he was looking a little more steepish now, “Thank you, for coming. And helping. I know how busy you must be at work, it was Gavriel’s idea to call you.”

She braced herself on her heels, on the additional weight as she asked bluntly, because there was no reason to beat around the bush. “Have you had sex with her?”

His eyes slightly widened, and his silvery brows furrowed. “What? No, of course I did not.”

Her gaze didn’t falter as she said, “She’s your type, and she’s young. Is that what made you fall in love with her.”

He took a step in her direction, his eyes darkened at the allegation she made. And yet, he knew he couldn’t deny it. His voice was rough as he said, “I never touched that woman in my life. There is only one woman that I love, and it’s not her.” He was so close; she could take a step and reach for him. But she stood where she was, and even looked away. Because the weight of his gaze was too much to bear. “You have to believe me, Fireheart,” he breathed, the nickname slipping from his lips and hitting her in the chest.

She nodded, then looked back at him. “I do believe you.”

And she did. He couldn’t lie to her so easily, he couldn’t look her in the eyes and tell lies. She had known or maybe she had just hoped that he wouldn’t have done it. But now that she had the confirmation… She grabbed her bag, “I will work on this, Mr. President. Thank you for your time.”

She went to leave, but her skin electrified when she felt his hand grab her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She still looked away as she said, “Let me go.”

“Look at me, Aelin,” he said softly.

“Let me go,” she repeated.

But her tugged on her wrist, and she took a step back toward him. She yielded to his demand, but worse she yielded to her desire. She looked at him, and his face softened. They didn’t speak for a moment, then he asked, “How are you, Aelin?”

“Tired,” she said. “But good. You?”

“I miss you,” he said, and there was only truth and desperation in that statement. And somehow, even if she wanted to ruin her whole life and yield to him… She couldn’t. The shiny silver ring on her finger reminded her of it, and the weight of it as well as her vows made sure she couldn’t forget.

She yanked her hand away, and told him, “The Remelle situation will be handled, Mr. President. You can rule over this amazing country of ours peacefully now.”

He snorted, “As if I could ever be peaceful without you handling everything for me.”

She smiled then, “It wouldn’t be fun if I did all the job for you, would it? But be careful, maybe I’ll run against you at the next election, I quite like that office.”

He smiled, and in that gesture, she realized she could have meant it for a whole other reason than the very pretty view he had from his window. But she could not think of that night, she refused. Thankfully, he didn’t comment. He only said, “You’d have my vote.”

“Good-bye, Mr. President.”

And with too much hope, he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Aelin.”

••••••

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[endless-season]

Lucien's Infinity Island Event - Part 2

A Simple Letter

A letter belonging only to the two of them.

Back then, many people still wrote letters, and the romance was beautiful.

To my beloved Mr Xu,

I hope this letter finds you well.

This is the first time we’ve been apart since we got married.

Before leaving, you said to write you a letter if I had time. When I heard you said that, I thought you were being a bit silly, but in the end here I am with my pen, writing to you these words.

The last time I wrote you a letter was before we got married when were at the research centre and I was writing all sorts of replies. It’s truly been so long.

I don’t know why, but I get the feeling that right now you are also writing me a letter. Perhaps this is some mysterious telepathy that develops from being together as a family for so long.

Although scientific researchers probably shouldn’t believe in these things.

I just called home. Our little kid kept assuring me with a calm expression that he’s already a grown up. But as for me, I hope he can take his time to grow up. I’ve always felt that that we owe him a lot and want to spend more time with him.

Is work going okay for you? It’s not going too well on my end. Hopefully it won’t affect when I can return back home. In the afternoon, we met some professors from abroad. Arrogant people always think they're the best, but they don’t know that our results have far surpassed what they bragged about. We just stood behind Fellow Liu and smiled and said nothing. Then once they had left, I don’t know who started laughing first, but we all ended up laughing about it. Xiao Zou had a burst of enthusiasm making everyone rush back to the office. Of course this burning enthusiasm couldn’t “burn” out the results we wanted but it was very fun.

It’s at times like these I truly feel that in these kinds of paths of inquiry, we need companions with similar aspirations. Only with everyone sharing their enthusiasm and ambition can we open up more of this path towards the truth. What’s fortunate is that on this path, I met a lot of people, and I also met you.

How vast the world is... we are but as small as atoms and yet in a likewise small corner we can look for the answers to our hearts. You’ve helped and assured me countless times. Although I’ve never wanted to give up, with you by my side this path does not seem as lonely. When we got married you said we’ll always walk down this path of questions together. Even if we become old grandmas and grandpas, even if our eyesight becomes blurred, our teeth fall out, we’ll still sit together and watch the world change day by day. If we have any questions, we should still continue to explore. And if our brains truly can’t think any more then we can ask our children and children’s children. At the time, I believed in this kind of future. Even now, I still believe in this kind of future.

After writing all this I obviously feel a bit embarrassed. If you haven’t written anything embarrassing in your letter then I’m not writing to you anymore.

Good night.

墨于山城 (Mo Yu ShanChen) *

23:54

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*Need more context to decide how / whether to translate this. The Mo is the same as in Lucien's name, his mother's favourite word.

I'm a Grown Up | [ A Simple Letter ] | Why | A Glimpse of Home | A Colourful Day

[jrhartauthor]

When it comes to writing contemporary romance, there are certain expectations that readers may have:

A happily ever after or happy for now ending (HEA or HFN)

Chemistry between the main character and love interest

Intimacy

But when it comes to the last point, it’s high time to recognize that intimacy comes in different forms. For one, not every book needs on-page sexual intimacy. Many writers choose a closed-door sex scene, or to have their characters go as far as kissing and stop short of anything past that. But as LGBTQ+ representation in fiction grows, and we start to see more asexual and aromantic rep in stories, it may not just be about what an author wants to share on the page, but also about what a character feels comfortable with doing with their partner.

When it comes to writing characters under the ace and aro umbrellas, it’s important to know that these identities aren’t a monolith. Some asexual characters are sex-repulsed. Some enjoy sex in the right circumstances. Some enjoy sex under all circumstances. Asexual simply means “does not experience sexual attraction.” It doesn’t necessarily mean the character doesn’t want to have sex. Similarly, asexual characters may have an identity anywhere along the ace spectrum. A character could be asexual, gray asexual, demisexual… the list goes on.

Aromantic characters could want a queerplatonic partnership. Some aromantic characters may be okay with a relationship where their partner is alloromantic, and experiences and shares romantic feelings toward them, even if they don’t share those feelings in return, and that’s okay too.

When writing your character, taking time to research their specific identity and make sure that you’re writing it authentically is a huge help. Spend time learning about the terms used within the ace and aro communities, and what your character might feel, think, and understand of sexuality and romance.

As I wrote The Heartbreak Handshake, I honestly wondered whether or not readers would be okay with an contemporary romance with hugging as the peak of physical intimacy in the story. While the series it is a part of—the Clover Hill Romance series—ranges from no sex on page to open-door fully descriptive sex, and I knew there was a place for it in the series itself, having space in a series and space in readers’ hearts is a very different thing.

It turns out a lot of my fears were unfounded. The reality is, pushing your character outside of their comfort zone will bother a reader far more than writing something they may feel is “tame” by comparison to other stories. And if they’re not a fan of where your character (and you) draw the line? They may not be your target audience!

Regardless of if you’re writing the spiciest of spice allo romance, or an asexual one, using inclusive language is incredibly important. In the same way that you wouldn’t want to say “my friend Taz likes both genders,” (if Taz likes men and women, you can say men and women without dismissing that other genders exist), using inclusive language when it comes to asexuality and aromanticism can be helpful too. Check out the difference between these two ways of phrasing things:

“After spending so much time with her, my hope is that one day, we’ll be more than friends.”

“After spending so much time with my best friend, my hope is that she’ll feel the same spark I do.”

Both of these sentences imply that two people are on the cusp of a potential relationship, and that maybe they’ve been friends in the past with a possibility the relationship may shift in the future. Now take this example into consideration.

“Judging by the way they both acted, I got the impression they were more than friends.”

“Judging by the way they both acted, I got the impression they were definitely into each other.”

Again, both sentences convey the same basic meaning. But once again, one conveys that being friends is “less than” being in a romantic or sexual relationship. This isn’t true! And for many, a friendship is equally (or more) desirable.

All it takes is a little shifting of your language to make it more inclusive, and make sure that you’re putting romantic, sexual, and platonic relationships on equal footing.

If you’re not asexual or aromantic, writing a character that is can be hard. After all, there are tons of misconceptions about asexual and aromantic people. Hiring a sensitivity reader within this community—especially if they share your character’s exact identity—can help you ensure the most accurate portrayal possible. Even if you are ace or aro, the reality is, different ace and aro people have different experiences, and getting a second perspective (or third! Or fourth!) can help you flesh out your character more realistically. Lived experience when writing will almost always be better than writing a character you don’t share an identity with, especially if that identity is a margilized one—like another race, sexuality, or gender identity. Keeping that in mind as you write can help you pick your character and what you’re writing to begin with.

No one will ever argue that beta reading isn’t difficult or time consuming, but unlike beta reading, sensitivity reading places a special burden on the reader, often on a marginalized reader. Sensitivity reads are often reserved for reading a specific racial, sexual, gender, cultural, or disabled identity, and this can put a huge emotional or mental drain on a sensitivity reader. As a result, sensitivity reading should be paid work whenever possible. That said, if a sensitivity reader is up for a work or goods exchange, by all means, that’s an option too. Just remember that a sensitivity read requires a very different skillset and level of effort than beta reading or editing, and should be compensated accordingly.

You don’t have to skirt around your characters’ identity in writing. Often, sharing character identity actually helps a reader find what they’re looking for, both as you write and as you market your work as a writer. Being unapologetic about your characters’ ace or aro identity can help you find the readers your book is after.

Understanding Asexuality-The Trevor Project The Asexuality Visibility and Education Network (AVEN)* Asexuality, Attraction, and Romantic Orientation-UNC Chapel Hill’s LGBTQ Center 5 Asexuals Explain what Asexuality Means to Them-Tinder (Video) 4 Demisexual People Explain what Demisexuality Means to Them-Tinder (Video) r/Asexuality and r/Aromantic on Reddit (Additional identities linked in Reddit Sidebars)** What it Means to be Aromantic-VeryWellMind Aromantic-spectrum Union for Recognition, Education, and Advocacy (AUREA)

*Please note: AVEN’s forums have sometimes been problematic. Your mileage may vary. Viewer discretion is advised.

**Reddit can often be problematic, especially outside of LGBTQ+ subreddits, but also within them. Viewer discretion is advised.

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The Heartbreak Handshake (cis m/nonbinary)

Goodreads | Amazon

Clover Hill Romance Series website | Goodreads | Amazon

Sex-repulsed asexual MC, nonbinary MC, autistic MC with sensory aversion to sexual intimacy, MC with ADHD

Content warnings: real-life aviation disasters resulting in death, autistic character faces unkindness for being autistic, referenced ace-phobia

Paxton McKee, Clover Hill’s rideshare driver and handyman, is known by his customers as responsible, dependable, and loyal. On first dates, though, he’s known by another word: boring. His dates never seem to appreciate his in-depth knowledge of famous aviation disasters or his LEGO expertise. His book club buddy, Mrs. Sawyer, keeps trying to set him up. But after so many failed dates, Paxton’s given up on finding someone who can accept him, special interests, stims, and all.

Hand-crafter Remi Sawyer put Clover Hill in their rear-view mirror to sell at craft fairs across the country. But being a traveling artisan is harder than Remi thought. With mounting bills, they’ve ended up back home. Being in their old teenage bedroom is weird. Even weirder, their mother keeps trying to set them up on dates, even after they’ve made it clear the homecoming is temporary.

To get Mrs. Sawyer off their backs, Paxton and Remi agree on a scheme: they’ll go on three dates. When it’s over, Paxton can pretend to be heartbroken, and Remi can get back on the road. They even shake on it. But awkward dates lead to the realization the two have a lot in common. Kissing is gross? Check. Spending quiet time doing projects together is enjoyable? Double check.

But Remi is still hell-bent on leaving Clover Hill again, and Paxton is dead-set on staying. Can they find a new vision that doesn’t involve Remi leaving their kindred spirit behind, or are they both destined to lose the person who might be their perfect companion?

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Go Truck Yourself (cis f/nonbinary)

Coming Soon

Clover Hill Romance Series website | Goodreads | Amazon

Aromantic MC, nonbinary MC, Asexual MC, bi/panromantic MC, single parent MC, autistic child side character

Content warnings: attempted business sabotage, mentions of absentee parents, brief mention of a parent’s sobriety/rehab, brief mention of a deceased parent, mention of the death of a sperm donor/family member, minors using curse words, family member with dementia, mention of foreign exchange study programs in a positive light, mentions of travel social media and modern colonization

Between being a single parent and running a successful food truck, Myla Horan has no room for drama in her life. She's got her nose to the grindstone to make Tasteful Noods a successful noodle business year-round. But when her friend-turned-rival Zo comes back to town, they start to squeeze into her prime Clover Hill locations… and her profit margins.

After Zo moves back to town to care for their ailing uncle and starts a business of their own, they’re not surprised that Myla’s Tasteful Noods are faring better than their tiny food trailer, You're My Jam. After all, driven Myla can do anything she sets her mind to. Unfortunately, it also means all of the animosity they ended things with has resurfaced.

When Myla and Zo agree there's only room in Clover Hill for one of them, they make a deal: whoever loses the First Annual Clover Hill Food Truck Frenzy shuts down their truck. Forever.

But will serious sabotage leave them both truckless for the competition and threaten both of their chances at victory? Or will they work together as an unexpected dream team and find out they’re better as partners than rivals after all?

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Getting Off (cis m/cis m)

Goodreads | Amazon | NineStar Press Website

Demisexual MC, biromantic/bisexual MC, gay MC

Content warnings: homophobia, homophobic slurs, bi-erasure, biphobia, sexual assault (on page), forced outing

JJ is certain he’s got everything figured out. He’s straight, right? He’s just not into the hookup culture prevalent on his college soccer team. But he’s trying to hide that to avoid getting on his team captain’s bad side.

Kade is anything but straight. Out and proud, he’s curious about how the “other half” lives… even as his best friends remind him there’s more to the LGBTQ+ community than just the “G.” Curious, Kade texts JJ a simple question: do straight guys ever get off together?

When JJ’s reply leads to a head-spinning sexual spark, he starts questioning everything he knows about his sexuality, both in terms of who he’s attracted to, and also why hookups have never been his thing. But when JJ endures trauma that confuses him more, he starts pushing Kade away. Kade has to learn how to be a supportive friend, and more than that, a supportive partner, or risk losing JJ altogether. And JJ? He has to fight for his team to be team players, even when they suspect he’s “playing for the other team.”

Please note: I haven’t read every book on the above lists, and cannot vouch for them. My inclusion of these lists here is not a recommendation of these books specifically, but instead an indication they exist.

LGBTQReads List of Books by Romantic/Sexual Orientation from @lgbtqreads

EpicREADS list of 23 YA Books with Asexual Representation from @epicreads

QueerBooksforTeens list of books with Aromantic Characters

QueerBooksforTeens list of books with Asexual Characters

Buzzfeed’s list of 17 Books about Asexual and Aromantic Validation from @buzzfeedbooks (cc: @buzzfeedlgbt)

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[miraakulous-cloud-district]

Writing prompt! Ravonna with 22: wildflowers?

Thank you so much, anon my beloved!! <3

Prompt is from this post, these are incredibly fun and now my fave ask game!

Also this is very out-of-context from my fic, but could very well happen later on hahah, I actually know exactly at which point in wygtya it may happen! And it's from a time in my fic which I am most excited to write about!! I felt very immersed because I did my research in alchemy while eating some of the best French cheese from Lidl that I’ve ever had while writing this! 

~Wildflowers~

Despite all the mudcrabs, horkers and swamps, Hjaalmarch had its beauties. The sun has set, giving everything a gorgeous, cold purple colour. 

“Right, so, according to my map, the next inn is here, which means…” Ravonna says, thoughtful and a bit disappointed.

“There’s no way we’ll arrive there before dawn.” Miraak finishes her sentence. “And it would prolong our journey by at least six hours, by my calculations.”

“By my calculations…” Ravonna says mockingly, gesturing with both her hands, making him laugh. “We should make camp here then, get a few hours of sleep each. Then get going at dawn. She goes straight to a small flower bed and plops down near it, opening the food knapsack.

“I suppose you don’t want to help with setting up the tent?” Miraak says with his hands on his hips, looking down at her. 

“No use in trying to make camp with an empty stomach. Believe me, I speak from experience. Come on, we have cheese and … bread. Yeah, that’s kind of it. I’m so bad at packing food. Gods.”

“Ah, don’t worry too much. Cheese and bread are good.” He says, carefully sitting down opposite her and preparing the mini-picnic, if one could call it that. “And we’ve got mead!”

“Aye, we’ve got 5 of ‘em. So we either share one or fight to the death for it.” She jokes, making him laugh again. He is wonderful like this. She wishes he’d be like this all the time. Despite the horrors they went through in the last few days, they can still banter and joke around. And yet, something has shifted in the atmosphere. She is not sure whether it is because it’s only the two of them now, or more than that. Yes, near death experiences bring people closer, but she cannot stop thinking about that hug. And how perfect it felt. Her mind is clouded by thoughts of him and she loves it and hates it at the same time.

“I choose peace. Suits us better.”

“I suppose it does. I’ll drink to that.”

“You’ll drink to anything!” He laughs.

“It’s my catchphrase. Might as well actually do it.” She takes a bite out of her cheese sandwich and wrinkles her nose. “Gods, it’s so dry!” she whines.

“What are these flowers?” Miraak tilts his head and inspects the flowers around them.

“Wildflowers, I suppose?” She swallows hard. “Because they’re flowers and grow in the wild? I don’t know, I’m not good at identifying flowers…”

“Wildflowers… No, that actually makes sense. Let me see.” he says, picking up one flower and smelling it, inspecting it, and then, much to Ravonna’s horror, eating it. 

“What on Nirn?!”

“Mmmh, feels nice. I believe it’s restore health!”

“It’s… what?”

“Wait, no. Let me make sure.” And as if Ravonna couldn’t be more horrified, he takes his dagger and makes a small cut on his finger and eats another one. And as if by some miracle, the small wound heals itself. “Yeah. Restore health. Well, in my defense, as a healer, I never needed to make restore health potions.”

“You mean to tell me,” she sits more straight from the sheer shock, “that this is how alchemy works?”

“How else am I supposed to know the effect of an ingredient?”

“Oh, I don’t know, read a fucking book on it?”

“We didn’t have books about this in Atmora…”

“Oh, right.” She says, as realization dawns on her. “You mean to tell me that you’ve eaten a giant’s fucking toe?”

“Um, now that you say it out loud, it does sound a bit weird…”

“A BIT?!”

“Look, it had to be done! I couldn’t just mix every random item they gave me and make a potion. I mean I could, but that could be a deadly potion. Eating elements and ingredients directly only gives you a small fragment of the effect, as opposed to getting the effect in full once it’s within a potion.”

“What’d it taste like?”

“Tasted like a giant’s toe! Salty and… chewy… And the effect made me more tired, but stronger. Meaning the effect is that of damage to stamina, while fortifying health and strength.”

“So… eating giant’s toes is a good thing? Hmm, maybe it’s considered a delicacy in other cultures. Like altmer and their snails!”

“Can we just go back and talk about the flowers? Here, try one.” He picks one for her.

“Y’know, in any other context, I would think of this as a thoughtful gift, but this… I don’t know how I’m feeling about this.”

“It’s literally good for your health. And the taste’s nice. Flowery.”

“Flowery… what does that even mean?”

“Try it and find out.”

“No but, what if this one has a different effect?”

“You’re scared?”

“I’m not scared! I’m cautious. There’s a difference.”

“All flowers of the same type have the same effect. I promise.”

“Whatever, it’s just a flower. I’m sure I’ve eaten worse…” she says, taking the flower and adding it to her sandwich. “Cheers.” She says, taking a big bite and chewing as quickly as possible with her eyes shut. It’s actually quite nice. And it even completes the sandwich beautifully. 

“Well?”

“I hate to admit, but it’s actually really good. Reinvigorating. Works with the cheese like a charm!”

“It does, doesn’t it?” He smiles. “I’m thinking of making more food with good alchemy ingredients in it. Spice things up, if you will.”

“If I find a giant’s toe in my food I’m calling our truce off and fight you then and there!” She points a finger really close to his face, resisting the urge to just poke him. 

“No toes, I promise! Just flowers and fire salts!”

“Okay, that could work. Can’t believe I’m saying this, but now I’m excited for the next time you’ll cook.”

“Maybe they’ll have a kitchen on the ship.”

“We’ll see.” Ravonna says, not able to contain her smile. She’s not only excited for his cooking, she’s excited about going to High Rock. She’s excited about being at sea again and singing with the sailors and going back to that fishing port again. It’s been too long since she’s been there and the memories are always fond. And mostly, she’s excited to find Hjaldir. To see him again. To hug him and to tell him everything. To reunite. And she gets to do all these with Miraak by her side, who has grown more and more dear in her eyes and in her heart. Yes, the world is threatened by dragons and apocalyptic prophecies, but she wouldn’t change what she has right now for anything.