#chapter 930

[fei-ren-zai]

Chapter 930: The scorching sun blazes like fire.*

*T/N: title refers to a poem from Water Margin (水浒传), written about the plight of farmers (compared to noblemen) during a drought.

Table of Contents

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[calekinnieplus]

Be careful of the Numinous Episcopate… Be careful of the Aurora Order… How many has it been… The military, Church of Storms, Church of Evernight, Rose School of Thought… What did Gehrman Sparrow do? Why has he offended so many factions? Dogsh*t! Danitz’s expression froze before grimacing.

Lmao Gehrman Sparrow is one of a kind, for sure. It's hard to keep track of all of them haha

[algumaideia]

Interesting village

Big mom is coming

Kkkkkkk Usopp is so funny

His family stuff?

[blackdollette]

"got your bible, got your gun." || part three.

꒰ ៹ . " 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒. "

coachella: woodstock in my mind. - lana del rey

୨୧˖-ׁ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: while cruising through the sky, a storm brews...

꒰ ៹ . ୨୧˖ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: new ! bau ! female ! reader x jealous ! spencer

꒰ ៹ . ୨୧˖ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 930

꒰ ៹ . ୨୧˖ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: fighting ( verbal ) , real conflict begins here

ㅤㅤㅤ꒰ ៹ . 🍒 previous chapters: 𝐈 , 𝐈𝐈

wheels were up. a particularly disturbing case called for you to travel halfway across the country. and it was only your third day on the job.

you had offered to sit this one out. you would’ve been fine sorting out old paperwork in the comfort of your little desk. but they handed you a polished gun and got you on the jet. and that was that.

“mind if i sit here?”

spencer didn’t even need to look up from his novel to immediately identify the owner of the voice. he cleared his throat, brows furrowing as he parted his legs slightly in subconscious protection of “his territory.”

“it’s a free country. knock yourself out.” he muttered under his breath.

you gracefully sat yourself in the leather seat that was conjoined with his. you placed the case files handed to you on your lap, glancing over at the man beside you. his nose was buried in a hard cover novel, the book in pristine condition that made it look completely untouched.

“whatcha reading there, spencer?” you were going to be on the flight for a while, so why not try to start a conversation with your new colleague?

he wasn’t used to the way his name sounded in your mouth. “uh, pride and prejudice.” he responded.

after just a few conversations with spencer, there were things you started to take note of: he never looked at you when he spoke, when he talked his voice was always suppressed, like he was forcing himself to hold back from saying something that was just itching to come out, and his body language was practically screaming for you to stay away from him.

but you had never been the firmest believer in basic human psychology.

you nodded slightly at his answer, opening up one of the files in front of you. “...i could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine…” you whispered. it was a quote directly from the novel. you hadn’t picked it out for any particular reason, it was simply the first one that came to mind.

spencer shut the book, probably with more force than intended before looking directly at you, eyes narrowed. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

your head shot in his direction as you realized that he must’ve taken your reference the wrong way. oops.

“oh, i didn’t mean anything by it, doctor. i’ve read the book too.”

the hint of mockery in your voice was unmistakable. he swallowed hard, a vein on his forehead beginning to pulsate. you avoided his gaze to glance outside the airplane window. the clouds had grown dark over the past few minutes. a storm was on its way.

it was at this moment that you finally shut up, but now he was getting started.

“you must think i was born yesterday, huh?” the floodgates had burst open.

you raised an eyebrow, face contorting with defense. “excuse me?”

spencer whipped his glasses off of his face, lowering his voice to a snarling whisper, biting out each of his meticulously picked out words with razor-sharp precision.

“you’ve got everyone in this goddamn unit wrapped around your little finger. you practically waltzed into this profession, manipulate my team with those big eyes of yours, and now you’re trying to get me under your spell too. and i’m willing to bet that all you had to do to get this job was bat your eyelashes before they served it to you on a silver platter. i’m the only one in this place who’s got their head on straight. i swear…”

and he just kept going. it was like standing right in front of an erupting volcano that was said to be inert. everytime you thought he was done, another wave of distasteful words spilled out. until he stopped. an uncomfortable wave of silence pulsated. to your surprise, you were able to mask your shock behind a poker face of indifference.

“...so that’s the problem. you’re scared, intimidated even. you believe that someone like me isn’t worthy of working in the field with highly-experienced men. you’re jealous that i seemed to blend in instantly, almost effortlessly, while you still stick out like a sore thumb after all these years. now tell me, doctor reid, do you express such severe disdain toward me because i’m young, or because i’m a woman?”

his jaw slacked open. you had read him like an open book, and hearing the truth behind his animosity for you summoned something in his gut. embarrassment? no. remorse? not quite. he didn’t know how to descirbe how he felt, but the pure, unflitered abhorrence on his face said it all. 

“neither, and i’m not a sexist.” he muttered, “so you can quit profiling me now.”

his cheeks obtained an unmistakable pink flush, silencing him at once. you let out a satisfied hum, leaning back in your chair and shifting your attention to the pictures of the crime scene that were given to you. you could hear his uneven breaths still as the quiet minutes passed.

“...and for the record…” you started, eyes glued to the files in front of you. “...i worked my ass off to land this job. i’ve never let pretentious men like you stop me from getting to the top, and i won’t start now.”

he bit the inside of his cheek, hastily putting his glasses back on his face and flipping his book back open. there was so much that he wanted to say, but he would hate for this dispute between youths to make a scene. he didn’t even care that he had lost his page, because one thing was for certain:

if you weren’t a problem to him before, you definitely are now.

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[slylock-syl]

If you can't cuddle your homie for nap time, are they really your homie?

Chapter 7: Re:Gain >Pages 929 - 930<

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[kaizokuou-ni-naru]

I want to ask about Law and Usopp’s exchange in chapter 930. It’s the one where Law told him “if you get caught don’t say a thing, just let them kill you”; then Usopp went “wtf Luffy would never say that”

Can you translate what Law said next? I’ve seen it translated as “I’m more realistic” or “we prefer things deadpanned” or “we enjoy dry humor”

yeah! he says ウチはドライなんだ/uchi wa dorai nanda. his use of uchi means he's referring to himself along with his crew, like i was just talking about here. dorai is the adjective you're wondering about, and it is a loanword in from the english 'dry.' it can mean either dry as in dry humor, like in the english usage, or it can mean like generally a more unemotional / practical / businesslike attitude. the variety in translations is almost certainly a result of translators having different opinions on whether or not law's joking, because in the original it's pretty ambiguous- if i was going to translate it i would probably also do something like "we're more realistic" to maintain that uncertainty.

[kanbockoida]

Third time’s the charm.

Lucifer x fem!Reader x Adam

Deep down, Adam is a man who craves love.

begging the Heavenly Father for a third wasn't smart or sensible, but he'd do anything to have someone to love again. So just like that, God had created Y/N, a beautiful and graceful angel.

Will their love last or is their marriage doomed to fail like the others?

Chapter 1

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Days in Eden usually felt warm and gentle, like a soft breeze caressing your body as you walk through the garden. That was how Adam would explain it, yet this day? It was cold, almost brutal so to say.

Lucifer and Lilith had used the forbidden fruit to tempt Eve, and it had worked. Through this heinous act, sin and evil was successfully introduced to the world. Not knowing what happened to Eve scared him, but that emotion was quickly forgotten as it was replaced with the feeling of having been betrayed for the second time by someone who was supposed to love him just as much as he loved her.

He was alone in this garden, no one to keep him company, no one to talk to and certainly no one to keep close. Time passed agonizingly slow.. he hated it. 930 agonizing years until his age had finally caught up to him. It didn’t take long for him to figure out that he was the first human soul in heaven.. meaning neither Lilith nor Eve made it, having been cast down to hell to pay for their sins, as was Lucifer.

Lucifer.. That name never failed to leave a sour taste in his mouth..

Adam was.. lonely. He missed having someone near him, with him. So like any other, sensible person?

..He prayed and begged the heavenly father for a third.

It took a bit of convincing and good arguments for God to agree to Adam’s rather big demand, and a deal was struck. Half of Adam’s heart was used to create the one he desired. It felt like a painful jab to the chest, deep inside his heart as it was practically ripped apart.

To his surprise, it only took a few short moments that felt like an eternity. There she was.. probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She looked.. dangerously beautiful. Adam looked at the heavenly father with eyes glistening with the purest form of curiosity. “That’s her..?” He muttered, looking back at the woman who was solely created for him, asleep before him, no ounce of life in her.. yet.

The creator of all let out a gentle chuckle, finding the reaction of his first human to be rather endearing. “Indeed, child. This.. is Y/N. Treat her how you want to be treated and all will go well.”

And just like that, she awakened, with a soft breath that would be her first. Adam was.. starstruck to say the least. The woman’s eyes glistened in the sun like two beautiful sapphires. Looking down at herself, the practically newborn angel observed her surroundings for just a moment, looking down at herself to behold.. everything. The movement of her ten fingers, the wiggling of her toes.. It all was so new, so beautiful.

After taking everything in, Y/N raised her head to look at Adam. Looking upon him, there were a bunch of different emotions bubbling in her chest that couldn’t be put into words as easily as one might think. To her, he looked precious. It was the only thing that came to her fresh mind after taking a moment to take everything in.

“You feel.. familiar?” Y/N’s first words seemed more like a question than a statement. However, the woman wasn’t wrong. Even in Adam’s point of view he felt as if he’d known her forever. With a shy but vigorous nod, Adam straightened his posture, peering down at the angel with a sheepish grin.

That confused expression wiped off her face quicker than someone could blink. She could.. feel so many things at once in such a short amount of time. “My name is Y/N.. Who are you?” Her smile was so big that her eyes crinkled a little. Usually the first man would say something cocky. Something to boost his own ego, something pathetic that he doesn’t even realize he’s making a fool out of himself.

Adam could only feel his heart race, his blood rushing through his veins at an incredible speed. Instinctively, the first man immediately straightened his posture, the feathers of his golden wings puffing up as if to say ‘look at me. My wings are so beautiful, don’t you think?’

Clearing his throat he gave the woman a nervous yet cocky smile, arms crossed over his chest as he peered down at her as mischief glistened in his eyes. “Adam, first man to ever exist. Pretty cool, right?-“

His attempt to impress the angel would be considered pathetic, but not in the eyes of Y/N. With a kind smile she stepped forward, taking his bigger hands into hers to hold them. “You are impressive enough just being yourself, Adam. You don’t have to try to make me like you when I already do.” To think someone would be so expressive when they were created not even five minutes prior is shocking. Hearing these words from her felt.. astonishing.

With a throbbing heart he looked down onto their hands, with Y/N holding them so tenderly. Speechless. That’s the only way one could explain Adam’s current feeling. Like a lovestruck idiot, that was how he had felt in this very moment. Who wouldn’t? Having someone look at you like you’re everything was the best feeling one could ever feel. After a moment of panicking internally, Adam could finally speak up. “You think I’m impressive?” From a confident and prideful behavior he switched to one of insecurity and shame. Everything about this situation felt so familiar yet so very distant. It’s been a long time since he had someone so close, and yet so far. Truth be told, he was afraid of messing up this last chance the heavenly father had provided him with. Before he could bring another word in, the woman had noticed his uneasiness. “I might not know you yet.. but I’d like to change that.”

Her words were gentle, not once turning her head to look away from him. Y/N still held onto Adam’s hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze and that alone made his worries fade.

Just like that, a new bond has been formed between two heavenly beings. A warm, genuine smile formed onto Adam’s lips, caressfully interlocking their fingers as if she’d slip away. “Yeah.. I’d like that a lot.”

[angelasscribbles]

Dreams: A Bad Romance One-Shot

Series: Bad Romance Continues

Original Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Max

Rating: Fluffy

Warnings for this chapter: fluffiness

Word Count:  930

A/N: Well, I know that I have about a million asks in my inbox that have been waiting forever, but @twinkleallnight sent me this image and I had an idea, so I wrote it. It skipped the line. I initially thought Riley x Drake when I saw it, but no, that's not what happened once my brain started spinning.

My other stuff: Master List.

Max backed out of the walk-in freezer at Ramsford with several containers of ice cream. He lined them up on the counter so Riley could see what he’d found. “Look! There’s chocolate chip cookie dough!”

“Yum!” Riley sat two bowls on the counter in front of the hot fudge and maraschino cherries she had pilfered from the refrigerator. “What about sprinkles?”

“Uhh…pantry! Be right back!” Max darted into the pantry as Riley started digging around in the drawers for an ice cream scooper.

“Hey, Max. What’s this?”

“What’s what?” he asked as he returned with four containers of different types of sprinkles.

Riley stood from where she’d been bent over rummaging through some bottom drawers and held up a small, ceramic figurine of a bride and groom.

Max’s eyes went wide for a moment as he stammered, “Oh that…that’s nothing.” He practically sprinted across the room to swipe it out of her hands.

She deftly moved her hand out of his reach, thwarting his attempt to take it from her. “This doesn’t look like something Sav and Bert would have had on their cake.”

A rosy flush spread across his cheeks as Max admitted, “It’s mine. I bought it.”

Riley looked at him in surprise. “When?”

“During Liam’s social season. Not long after you got here. When you and I were first together. You know, before you dumped me.”

“Ah, Maxey…” Riley moved closer to him and ran a hand through his hair. “Is this supposed to be me and you?”

The flush deepened. “Yeah. I know it’s silly.”

“It’s not.” She assured him. “I think it’s sweet. But we weren’t together that long the first time. Did you really want to marry me?”

He reached for the figurine again, and this time she let him take it. He stared down at it for a moment, then returned his gaze to her face. “It was long enough for me to know what I wanted.”

“Wait.” A sudden thought startled her. “Do you regret that you and I didn’t get a wedding?”

“What? No!” He shook his head vehemently. “I’m beyond happy at the way things worked out. I ended up with you and Liam!”

“I know. But did you want a ceremony?”

He shrugged. “We had the collaring ceremony. That was enough for me.”

“Hmmm.” Riley regarded him as she tapped a finger on her lips.

“What?”

A slow smile spread across her face. “I have an idea!”

Two days later, Riley stood in the middle of the east lawn at Ramsford, peacocks running everywhere, beaming at Max as he danced down the aisle.

Bertrand leaned over and whispered to Savannah, “Why are we encouraging this again?”

“Hush!” She playfully slapped his shoulder. “We’re supporting them!”

“This isn’t legal. She’s already married.”

Savannah cast a glance at the altar where Liam also waited. “Max didn’t tell you? He’s marrying them both.”

Bertrand shook his head. He did not understand their relationship at all. “But…. why? It’s a farce!”

“It makes them happy. Isn’t that enough?”

“Since when did you become a Riley fan? I remember when you hated her!”

“Things change,” Savannah said serenely as she watched her brother shooing peacocks away from the officiant, which happened to be Lady Hana Lee. She’d gotten ordained online as a pagan priestess. There were no other guests.

Savannah and Bertrand had bonded over Bartie’s illness and their marriage was finally on the proper track. The new life growing inside her was proof of that. Still. She wasn’t sure she could trust him with the knowledge that Riley had been instrumental in bringing her sister’s killer to his end. But she had. And knowing that had changed her feelings toward the American.

That didn’t mean that she didn’t still have the occasional pang of jealousy over Max’s utter devotion to the woman. But since she was trying to make her marriage with his brother work, she was learning to let it go.

Besides, she wasn’t about to give up being a duchess.

Riley was dressed in a simple white sheath dress, her feet bare, wildflowers woven in her hair.

Other than the flock of peacocks, which Max had told her was also called an ostentation, there was nothing elaborate or extravagant about the ceremony. It was a simple, pagan handfasting ceremony. Unofficial and not legally binding, but symbolic and deeply meaningful to the throuple.

After the ceremony was over, he scooped her into his arms and posed for a photo as Riley leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Just like the figurine that was now perched atop a towering peacock themed cake.

The three of them took turns feeding each other the sweet confection, Liam’s fingers lingering in Max’s mouth as he leaned over and whispered, “When we’re done here, I’m carrying you over the threshold.”

Butterflies exploded through Max’s chest at the implication. “Best day ever!” He murmured as he turned and pulled the figurine from the top of the cake, wrapping it carefully and setting it to the side to ensure it didn’t get damaged.

The delicate statuette that he had once stashed away in a bottom drawer in the kitchen when looking at it taunted him with what could have been had, in the end, brought him the ending he had dreamed of when he’d purchased it.

He had just married both the loves of his life. When he had dreamed of a wedding with Riley, he’d had no inkling what Liam would become to him.

He had gotten everything he ever wanted. That, and so much more.

[smirkingkitten]

Reading list November 2023

It's December and that doesn't just mean the Christmas season starts and it's the time for cozy evenings with candles, blankets and a hot chocolate, but also: it's time for another reading list.

It feels like it's been so long since Loki graced us with a new episode every week. I'm still not quite over the ending, although this interview did heal my poor heart a little, if only just a bit. I hope you're coping well with the ending. And now, happy reading.

✨And don't forget to reblog the storys you read to support all these lovely writers.✨

My other Reading lists can be found in my Fanfiction Bookshelf.

Series | Collections | Multi Parts

The Redbridge Hunts @fanficshiddles

8 Chapters (on going) | Vampire!Loki | fluff

prev. | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8

Summary: Claire moves to Demsdale to take up a new job as an assistant teacher for one Loki Laufeyson. She's also very intrigued with all of the rumours within the borough of Redbridge. However, as she starts to fall for Loki's charm and good looks, she also learns that all of the rumours might not just be rumours after all.

Double Cross @gigglingtiggerv2

12 chapters (on going) | Jaguar Villain!Tom | dark, smut

Summary: In Dante’s inferno, the Eighth Circle of Hell was reserved for liars, panderers, thieves and murderers.  For the criminal underworld it is an opulent London club, representing neutral territory where deals can be made, grievances aired and scores settled.

For the owner, Thomas Cross, it is his own private kingdom, one where he makes the rules and wields absolute authority. Recently, however, that authority has come under threat.  In order to maintain his standing and the Club’s ruthless reputation, it is imperative he find the perpetrator.

In this violent place, where lies are currency and everyone has their own agenda, who can he trust? Certainly not Verity Williams, the talented thief who has her own reasons for infiltrating his organisation. 

Neither can deny the sparks that fly whenever they’re together, but if he’s not careful, will those sparks burn down everything he’s created?

Déchiré @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

7 chapters (on going) | Loki, Bucky, Captain America | smut

You are a HYDRA agent sent to infiltrate the notorious Avengers, to tear them apart in the worst way possible in order to make them vulnerable to attack. In the midst of the wild heat you generate, three suitors take your bait.

One Shots

Firestarter @delaber

4,2k | AvengersMovie!Loki | smut, hatefucking

Rule Number One @just-the-hiddles

medium | Jonathan Pine | smut, dom/sub, daddy, spanking

Gorgeous @ghostofskywalker

1,2k | Avenger!Loki | fluff

Heavy Petting @wheredafandomat

800 | Loki | smut

I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch @wheredafandomat

short | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)

Aftercare @sarahscribbles

680 | Loki | fluff, spicy

If I was your best friend @wheredafandomat

medium | Loki | smut

Worshiped by a God @sarahscribbles

1,1k | Loki | fluff, smut

Best of Friends @just-the-hiddles

long | Actor!Tom Hiddleston | fluff, friends to lovers

Duty of Care @muddyorbsblr

1,9k | Jonathan Pine | smut, fluff

Winter Warmers: A Winters Night on Asgard @lokischambermaid

930 | Asgard!Loki | fluff

The Sandwich Incident @holdmytesseract

1,2k | Tom Hiddleston | fluff, humour

My Girl @lokisgoodgirl

1,8k | Avenger!Loki | smut, man-bun

Lactation @viviluvssmut

1k | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)

Drabbles

Don't Move, Darling @sarahscribbles

1,1k | Loki | smut, teasing, edging

Time slipping @wheredafandomat

600 | TVA Loki | smut, hurt/comfort

praise kink, gagging, hickies @ragnarachael

short | Jonathan Pine | smut, daddy kink

Headcanons

Loki and the Watcher @benevolentgodloki

✨Happy reading 😊✨

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Many of the fanfictions are 18+, so if you're under 18, don't read them.

[earnmysong]

relationships | kate carter/tyler owens

rating | g

chapters | 1/1

word count | 930

features | graduation, callbacks, and much indulgence on the part of the author

[*]

[Kate] trades his swirling tornado flick – which feels too tied to Muskogee State and close calls to be victorious; the motion’s stung the few times she’s borrowed it; relief hasn’t lost its bitter notes quite yet – for blowing the cloud of floral fluff she’s picturing into the air around her. Or: Kate graduates from her doctorate program.

to read, please proceed here!

[acourtofbooksandshadows]

Not So Routine- Chapter 7

Summary: Nesta and Cassian come in to collect Nesta's custom piece and Y/N gets a little flustered in the process.

Pairings: Eventual!Nessian x Afab!Reader Mor x Afab!Reader

Warnings: Nerves and lust.

Word count: 930

Bookshelf Series Bookshelf

The days following went by quickly and routine. You woke up, ate breakfast, went to work, started and finished Nestas custom piece, went home and had dinner, read a book before crawling into bed. Mor had been busy with court duties so you didn’t see much of her. Before you knew it the day for Nesta to pick up her custom set came along. You had tossed and turned the night before. Then struggled to choke down breakfast, the nerves in your belly caused it to be sensitive. You paced back and forth through the store as your best friend sat at the counter trying to ease your worries. 

“You just need to take a deep breath. I’ll be here the whole time. Plus I highly doubt they're as scary as you’re going on about. I’ve seen Cassian trip and fall in a puddle after a night at Rita’s before.” She tapped her fingers along the counter in an off key tune and you simply glared at her. The thought of Cassian falling face first into a puddle drunk off his ass did make you laugh however. She gave you a toothy grin in return, happy to see some of your worries ease. The moment was halted as the door opened. You both looked towards the door and there they stood in all their perfectly poised glory. 

“Hello.” Your voice squeaked out and you cringed. Your friend slapped a hand over her mouth to cover her laugh and you glared at her. She had never seen you as nervous as you were now around someone. Once you cleared your throat you turned back to your mates and gave them a small smile. Cassian gave you one in return and Nesta relaxed the resting bitch face she normally wore which was as close to a smile you figured you’d get from her. 

“Sorry about that, I had a tickle in my throat. I’m guessing you're here to pick up your set?” You started walking behind the counter to grab the box that you had set there. The red ribbon you’d wrapped around the black box swayed in the wind as you lifted it and set it down on the counter top. You realized as you looked at the box that you had unconsciously put together the red and black you had all been wearing the night of dinner. 

“Also wanted to speak about that position you offered me.” They had both approached the counter quietly and you jumped at how close her voice was. You’d been surprised that Cassian was able to walk so softly with his hulking frame. 

“Oh yes. So we were thinking.” You gestured towards the female next to you introducing her quickly, you had both discussed the position and had decided on what you would offer her together.

“A part time position, flexible around when you are free. You can help us with new designs and custom orders. Your sketches were breathtaking and we both agree it would be amazing to see more. Pay will be weekly as well as sixty/forty commissions on any items we put out based on your sketches.” Your thumb and pointer finger rubbed the material of the ribbon on the box between them as you laid the offer out in the open. 

Cassian watched Nesta carefully, waiting to see what she would say. Her cold and calculated gaze narrowed on you before she nodded her head. A sigh slipped through your lips and your shoulders released some tension you hadn’t realized they were holding. Your friend beside you had a beaming smile on her face as she took in the scene before her. 

���When would you like me to start?” You went to answer her but the words got caught in your throat as lust swept through the bond. You weren’t sure who it was coming from or why but it had your mind spinning. The skin of your chest, neck and face heated as the feeling washed over you again. 

“Whenever you would like to, it is fine with us.” Your friend gave her a reassuring smile even though Nesta’s eyes didn’t leave yours. Cassian looked between the two of you and laid a hand on Nesta’s back. Nesta told you what day she could start and what time and your friend told her that worked perfectly.

But your eyes never left Nesta’s. Even though you were feeling completely weak, if you weren’t white knuckling the counter with one of your hands you were sure you’d be on your hands and knees crawling towards the female begging for her approval. 

Cassian stepped up to the counter and carefully took the box from where it sat in front of you. The ribbon slipped between your fingers and that broke you out of your spell. You blinked rapidly, shaking your head aggressively trying to clear the dirty thoughts away. He sent you a wink as he took the box and you took in a large gulp of air. 

Because how were you ever going to survive in this life with them as your mates. They didn’t say anything else as Cassian guided Nesta out the door. You were happy that they had already paid the first time they came in because you didn’t know if you could’ve handled them being around much longer. Your friend snickered at the scene she just witnessed and you tried to level her with an intimidating stare and she just laughed harder. You were just thankful that all the eventful experiences of the day had already passed.

A/N: I know that this part was shorter but I promise the next two parts are going to be longer. Thank you all for reading and as always likes, comments, reblogs and follows are much appreciated.

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[felixsramen]

Yours Truly

This is part 12 to my Skz poly fic. If you guys have any questions about this story I will definitely answer them. Also you guys are probably not going to like me next chapter because I was thinking about adding some angst. Also I'm so sorry I know I said this would be longer but I didn't do it this time because I'm busy.

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Warnings: mention of reader not taking care of herself but Seungmin reassures her.

You woke up tired. Especially considering you had finally fell asleep at 3 in the morning finishing up your work for today. You didn't mind much though considering you were going to hangout with the boys today. It was already 930 and you hoped to there by 11.

You look at your phone.

'Goodmorning Princess' Felix texts.

'Why do you get to call her Princess' Jisung says.

'I got to it before you so get over it' Felix texts.

'Whatever good morning beautiful' Jisung texts and their texts bring a smile to your face.

'You guys do realize this is a group chat right' Changbin texts.

'So what' Jisung texts.

'You could've just texted good morning everyone.' Changbin says.

'I told you good morning this morning' Jisung texts and you smile.

'Well good morning to everyone' Chan texts.

That's when the texts stop and you decide to get out of bed and change and do your hair. You do exactly that and grab your keys. You look at your phone the time reading 10:50.

You head to your car getting in it and driving to the boys house turning on the radio. You pull into the boys driveway and park. Walking to the house and knocking on the door.

Seungmin answers the door. "Hi Y/N." He says and you notice he looks as if he has just woken up.

"Hi Seungmin. Are you just waking up?" You ask him and he nods his head.

He opens the door so you can come in. "Jisung and Felix are in Chans room. Probably doing something dumb once again." Seungmin says sighing and rubs his eye hoping the sleep will leave them.

"You look so tired. Maybe you should go lay back down." You tell Seungmin.

"Well you don't look so great either." Seungmin jokes.

"But I will after I get something to eat." Seungmin says heading to the kitchen and you follow him.

You lean against the counter and watch as he pulls down cereal. "Have you ate this morning?" He asks you.

"I wasn't really hungry. Sometimes I'm not hungry." You say and Seungmin nods.

"Did you at least eat dinner?" He asks and that's when you realize you hadn't. You had been so wrapped up in work you had forgotten.

"No I forgot. I got wrapped up in my work." You say and Seungmin stops looking at you concerned.

"Y/N that's not healthy." Seungmin says coming up to you.

"I know but I genuinely forgot last night." You say and he sighs.

"Eat breakfast with me. It'll help me feel some kind of better knowing you've eaten." Seungmin says taking your hand.

You nod. Seungmin pulls you beside him and pulls out another bowl for cereal. He hands you the cereal box and opens the fridge for milk.

You pour the cereal and watch as Seungmin pours milk on his. He also pours the milk for yours. You watch as he puts the milk away and opens a drawer grabbing 2 spoons.

"Lets go in mine and Innies room. They're less likely to come in there and bother us. Especially since none of them seen me come out my room so they probably think I'm asleep." Seungmin says as he grabs his bowl and you grab your bowl and he leads you to his room.

He opens his door letting you go in. He makes sure to close it and you sit on his bed. He comes up beside you.

"Do you always not take good care of yourself?" He says before taking a bite of cereal and you do the same.

"Usually I'm good about taking care of myself." You say taking another bite.

"How long do you think you haven't been taking good care of yourself? Since you met us?" Seungmin asks as he continues eating his cereal.

"I don't think it's been since I met you. I think it's been only a couple days maybe a week." You say and that's when Seungmin puts his bowl down by his nightstand.

He grabs the bowl from your hands and sets it beside his. His hands go in yours. "I don't care how stupid this sounds. Pinky promise me that you'll take better care of yourself." He says looking at you concerned putting his pinky finger up.

"That doesn't sound stupid." You tell him.

"Well please promise me. If you don't I'm going to tell the boys and they'll freak out and I don't want them to freak out. Do you want them to freak out?" Seungmin asks you.

You shake your head putting your pinky up and wrapping it around Seungmins pinky. He sighs when you do. "I won't tell them for now. Just please take better care of yourself if not for you then do it for us okay?" Seungmin says.

You nod knowing he was right. "Good." He says hugging you. You hugged him back. "I know how it is. You get busy then you forget to take care of yourself. Then someone eventually notices and you try to not make it a big deal. But I promise you it's a much bigger deal than you think." Seungmin says sighing. That's when you break down in tears.

Seungmin was right. You didn't want the boys to freak out. You didn't want them to pity you everytime they saw you. You were glad to have Seungmin holding you in this moment. It was a nice reassuring feeling.

"It's okay I promise you. It's okay." Seungmin says not letting go of you and in that moment you didn't want him to.

He lets you cry until you have no more tears. "Did you get sleep last night?" He asks you once you stop crying.

"A little bit." You tell him. He sighs once again.

"Lets finish eating and then we can get some more sleep. Yeah?" He says.

"Yeah." You say he lets you go not before kissing your head.

"Here." He says handing you your bowl back. He takes his and you both finish it and he sets the bowls down on his nightstand.

"Lets sleep yeah?" Seungmin says and you nod standing up as he slides under the blanket. He lifts the blanket so you can scoot into his arms. He wraps his arms around you.

"We care about you so much. You know that right?" He asks you. You nod into him.

"We really like you." Seungmin says.

"I really like you guys too." You tell him.

"How would you feel if we asked you to be our girlfriend?" Seungmin asks as he rubs your back.

"I'd like that a lot." You tell him your eyes closed. They felt heavy.

"One day. Hopefully soon." Seungmin says and those are the last words you hear as you fall asleep.

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Insult To Injury, by @i-hope-this-is-a-phase

Synopsis: Dream watches George drive his UTV. It does not end well.

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[merry-kuroo]

No Love Lost - A Rookanis Fic

Chapter One: We Have The Same Last Name

Words: 930

Read the first chapter on AO3

Summary: A careless comment made by Rook threatens to upend her relationship with Lucanis.

This is the sequel to Rook's Birthday, which you can read here or on AO3.

Warnings: This was written before the Veilguard came out, so everyone will probably be OOC. There are mentions of drinking alcohol, drunkeness, and divorce :(

This will be the last Rookanis fic I'll write before the game comes out. I'll write more once I finish the game <3 See y'all soon.

Enjoy!

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Davrin could’ve sworn his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Ava had asked Davrin to come with her on a quick supply run, and she expressed that she liked to talk to the locals who populated the farmer’s markets and night market’s during the mornings and evenings for bits of information. She just wanted to make sure her homeland and the surrounding village she grew up in was alright.

He stood in the middle of a Rivaini farmer’s market holding a wicker basket filled to the brim with fruit. Ava Laidir, who went by Rook to the rest of the Veilguard, was holding a smaller big with tools. Davrin blinked, then rubbed his eyes with his free hand. He focused on Ava again. She had put down her bag and she was hugging a man. It wasn’t brief and Davrin thought it may have pushed the boundaries of what constituted a friendly hug.

The man’s hands were resting low on her hips and he pulled Ava closer to him. Ava wrapped her arms around him. She buried her face in his chest. One of the man’s hands moved from her hips to her hair, his fingers tangling in it. 

Davrin suddenly felt awkward. Ava and the mystery man were hugging by the blacksmith tent as if they were the only two in the world. He suddenly thought of Lucanis, his friend who was head over heels in love with Ava. When Davrin first joined the Veilguard and met everyone, he immediately noticed a spark between Ava and Lucanis. They were opposites in many ways, but they clicked. Ever since Ava’s birthday, the two seemed to be a lot closer. She wore the earrings he gave her every day, and when he woke up in the morning he saw Lucanis and Ava heading towards the training area to continue her dagger lessons. Things seemed to be going great between the two of them.

It was for that reason that Davrin hoped he was misconstruing this moment. The mystery man wasn’t Ava’s brother or relative as far as Davrin could tell—the man had dark red hair and his skin had a slight tan, while Ava had the same skin color and curly black hair as Davrin. 

Ava and the mystery man ended their hug. The man grabbed Ava’s hands and touched his forehead to hers and began speaking to Ava. She looked him straight in the eye without moving back or hardly blinking. Then hurt flashed across her face. She broke eye contact with him and kept her head down as the man continued speaking. Davrin began walking towards them. 

“Ava, are you ready to go?” Davrin said. Ava pulled her hands away from the man and looked up at Davrin. She was upset, but she forced a smile on her face. 

“Yeah, I’m ready,” Ava answered.

“Vivi, who is this? One of your Veilguard companions?” The man said. He was almost as tall as Davrin, and now that he was closer he could see the man was very muscular. He was wearing a blacksmith smock and a bit of soot was on his right cheek. The man didn’t seem angry, but he was suspicious and curious. 

“Yes,” Ava said. “This is Davrin. He’s a Grey Warden. Davrin, this is Michael Laidir. He's a blacksmith from my hometown.” Davrin opened his mouth to speak, but Ava cut him off. She turned towards the man–Michael–and said something to him in Rivaini. He responded then stepped away from them and headed back to his shop. 

Ava’s steps were quick as she made her way out of the farmer’s market. Davrin kept up with her, but he noticed how nervous she was. Before they crossed into the eluvian, Davrin finally said, “That man has the same last name as you.” He had already started connecting the dots together, but he wanted Ava to tell him the truth. 

Ava sighed and shifted her bag back onto her shoulder. “He’s my ex-husband after all so it makes sense that we’d have the same last name.”

Davrin was stunned into silence. Ava was very open about her childhood, her family, the adventures she went on when she joined the Lords of Fortune. A marriage never made its way into any of their conversations. Did anyone else know? Did Lucanis know?

It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. Ava had a life before them and she was entitled to not speak about it. If she had told him she was married, they would have laughed about it. But Davrin saw how Ava’s ex-husband looked at her and held her. There was still some love there on his end. 

Could that be why she hadn’t admitted her feelings to Lucanis?

Before Davrin could comment, Ava stepped through the eluvian. He followed behind her, and didn’t say a word to her for the rest of the way until they parted ways and went to their rooms. Giving her space was a good idea. She wasn’t upset at him, but perhaps at seeing her ex-husband. Davrin ruffled Assan’s hair and said, “Looks like we’ll need to keep an eye on Ava.”

Unfortunately, for him, Ava already had a bottle of hard liquor in her hand and she had just thought of something fun, the perfect distraction, to take her mind off seeing her ex-husband.

[yudrein-aile]

Kishiar la Orr, everyone's favorite demigod

Chapter 930 | 959 | 976

aka comparing Kishiar to the Sun God Counter Part 4/?

turns out the comparisons become a lot less the deeper Kishiar and Yuder's relationship is. it's like early chapters' Yuder was compensating-

[minervas-hand]

Oh. Beboop.

Hey all have a short bit of fun, my first GOmens fic!

Oh. Beboop. (930 words) by Minervas_Hand Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: General Audiences Summary: This April Fool's game on Tumblr might be just what Crowley is looking for.

Just a little human AU ficlet inspired by the 2024 April Fool's boop war on Tumblr.

See it on A03

Thanks to @mrghostrat and the great folks at the Beehive for general inspo and goodness.