#confession 1326

[vanitasnocarteconfessions]

“I like how most of VNC character are morally gray or have done something that you can’t define good or bad, like- Noe was ready to drink Vanitas’s blood against his will ( Vanitas ) but it was actually to save Domi because Noe believed that he didn’t have any other choice to save her. And it’s not even only Noe, almost every other character have done something bad but for "good" reasons. We haven’t seen Moreau’s backstory but I really think that he is the only one who is purely evil or he’s just very greedy in general.”

[ywpd-translations]

Fic rec! (part 1)

Here are some of the fanfics I have bookmarked on my AO3! I have a few more, so I'll do a part 2 of this soon enough. All of these fics are amazing, so please go read them and show the author some love!

If you have fics to recommend please share them!!

Under read more because it got long~

Makishima/Toudou (TouMaki)

Yowamushi Pedal Three Sentence Fics by mikkimouse (Toudou/Makishima / Fluff / 1282 words /Teen and Up audience. It's a collection a lovely short stories!)

Hanging on the Line by Jaela (Toudou/Makishima / 2026 words / Fake relationship / general audiences)

five times they didn’t kiss and one time they did by Yellow (Makishima/Toudou / 4003 words / 5 times / general audiences)

Aoyagi/Kaburagi (AoKabu)

reminisce by foodandfandom (Aoyagi/Kaburagi / 1253 words / general audiences /Kabu has a crush but of course he's oblivious about it /beautiful beautiful fic, I love it with all my heart)

Imaizumi/Naruko (ImaNaru)

on the west mezzanine by monkeyingaround (Imaizumi/Naruko / 3743 words / Teen and up audience / literally one of my fave Imanaru ever!!)

your hands on my cheeks (your shoulder in my mouth) by monkeyingaround (Imaizumi/Naruko / 6115 words / Explicit / basically the nsfw version of the previous one! Just as amazing)

Your Eyes by Allen_Nara (Imaizumi/Naruko / 4018 words / fluff, kissing, touching / Mature)

Butterflies by LadyMarshmallow (Imaizumi/Naruko / 1326 words / fluff, mostly Imaizumi's thoughts / not rated)

Manami/Onoda (SanSaka)

I can still use it by sky_prince (Manami/Onoda / 3913 words / general audiences / so so beautiful, this author really has a way with words)

Kinjou/Arakita (KinAra)

ready to start by joestars for phantomdoodler (Arakita/Kinjou / 3047 words / Fluff / General audiences)

do you want to be with somebody like me? by joestars (Arakita/Kinjou /3082 words /domestic fluff, getting together / Mature / god i absolutely adore this!)

third time's the charm by kinjoy (Arakita/Kinjou / 2115 words /Fluff, first kiss / general audiences)

time to go home by softintelligence (Arakita/Kinjou / 4165 words / magical realism /teen and up audiences)

Danchiku/Kaburagi

Trial Run by GingerCinnamon (Danchiku/Kaburagi / 1749 words / love confessions / general audiences /absolutely adorable)

Urakubo/Niwazuma (NiwaUra)

a beginning colored blue by championhestu (Urakubo/Niwazuma / 1284 words / general audiences / literally my favourite thing ever basically the only fic about them I haven't written myself i own this author my eternal gratitude)

Ishigaki/Midosuji (IshiMido)

Dragonfly Circle by Anonymous (Ishigaki/Midosuji / 11808 words / Explicit / it's been so long since i've read this one but i remember i adored it)

A Night, Your Night by Anonymous (Ishigaki/Midosuji / 7356 words / love confessions, angst / mature)

Arakita/Makishima (MakiAra)

One Hell of a Declaration, Darling by hostilovi (Arakita/Makishima / 9834 words / pining, future fic / teen and up audiences)

Machimiya/Ibitani (IbiMiya)

It's really something by HapaxLegomenon (Machimiya/Ibitani / 1543 words / mutual pining, love confessions / teen and up audiences / a very old one i haven't read in a long while but i remember i loved it)

Onoda/Imaizumi/Naruko

and it's all in my head but– by risquetendencies (Onoda/imaizumi/Naruko / 11792 words / getting together, feeling realization / teen and up audiences / absolutely showstopping, perfect)

Applied Research by rascals (lordlings) (Onoda/imaizumi/Naruko / 17696 words / fluff, confessions / general audiences / again, showstopping)

Midosuji/Onoda (MidoSaka)

A Cast Shadow by Anonymous (Onoda/Midosuji / 55899 words / angst, slow burn, fluff / teen and up audiences / oh god this was so beautiful i need to reread it)

Manami/Teshima (ManaTe)

One More by Anonymous (Manami/Teshima / 45712 words / getting together, banter, flirting / Explicit / i love this fic more than i love myself okay? It's not finished but it doesn't matter it's still worth reading it, literally amazing)

Various Ships

The many meanings of rival by zephsomething (Makishima/Toudou, Imaizumi/Naruko, Onoda/Manami / 1594 words / general audiences)

[reolf]

Welcome back to my history challenge!

It is 1372. Baelon’s life is coming to an end.

He is still completely in love with his wife, Lorena.

He gifts her roses, kissed her cheek, compliments her appearance everyday.

In the meantime, Quinlan ages up into a teen.

On the night before Margery’s 18th birthday, Margery sneaks off with Rex. She confesses her feelings for him and Rex kisses them.

They promise each other to stay together.

The next day on Margery’s birthday, tragedy strikes. Baelon dies right after he comes back from selling potions. He collapses right there in front of the house. People in the street gasp and his children and wife rush out. They are heartbroken to see Baelon go.

All his children cry over his grave.

Baelon Gold: 1326- 1372

Evelune feels like she has no reason to stay at home anymore. She visits the Ghost Island and meets her great-grandmother Rune Story and her great-great grandfathee Avalon Fyrus and his brother Merlin. Evelune is more and more interested in the supernatural.

Alyssia also begins to feel the urge to leave. She is 16 and wants to become a nun. She feels like she should start her education.

But first there is their mourning period.

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“Irredeemable or not, Chloe can still be an interesting character. IMO, she has the most depth and is more three-dimensional than most of the characters on the show (sans Marinette herself). Yes, you have the right to criticize her actions, I have too; but sometimes a character doesn’t always have to be good or even redeem in order to be a well-written character 24/7. I think like most characters, Chloe has her good and bad moments.”

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Rough Night, Chapter 2

Authors note: Was requested by a few people on my ao3

Word count: 1326          

Warnings: arguments, hurt/comfort

Nat Masterlist     Marvel Masterlist       Rough Night Masterlist

   At some point after her confession the two of you had drifted back off to sleep as you held her, causing her to miss her morning training session that you knew she usually goes on. You weren’t complaining though. You're more than happy to have your girlfriend not only sleep next to you, but wake there as well. You let your gaze drift to where she lays.

   Wisps of her flaming locks frame her face as she's bathed in the gentle sunlight that sneaks through the blinds. She looks more at peace than you've ever seen her and you can’t help but be happy about that and secretly hope that maybe it had something to do with you. 

   Without warning she shuffles closer to you, wrapping her arm around you as her head rests on your shoulder. You can’t help the happy chuckle that escapes you which causes her to stir slightly. 

   A smile spreads on your face, “Mornin’ Tasha”

  “Good morning detka(baby)” she rasps out, her warm breath tickling your neck

   You place a gentle kiss on her forehead causing a hum to leave her as she snuggles closer. She brings a gentle hand to your collarbone, her fingers ghost across it and the bruise there. You can see sadness in her eyes as she watches her fingers move across your skin. You know you need to say something when a tear rolls down her cheek. 

   “Baby, I’m ok.”

   “Promise?” she softly asks

   You nod, “I promise”

   “And we’re ok?”

   “Of course we are Tasha.” you tell her with a reassuring squeeze. She relaxes once more and snuggles into your hold again. “After we cuddle for a bit, why don’t we go down for breakfast? I bet Wandas made something delicious.”

   She nods, “I'd like that”

   About an hour later the two of you finally decide to get out of bed, get dressed and head to the kitchen. You don’t think you've ever seen her so happy and radiant before. She even holds your hand the entire way to the kitchen, only letting go to allow you to make coffee for the two of you. 

  You smile as you see Wanda walk in from the dining room, “Good morning Y/n, Nat. I have waffles ready on the table if you’d like some.”

   “We’d love that Wan, thank you.” Nat tells her, grabbing her coffee in one hand and your hand with the other

   As you enter the room you find Tony, Steve, Bruce and Carol sitting at the table enjoying Wandas waffles. A few of them look up to greet you but instead of smiles you find shocked faces instead. Before you can ask what the problem is, Steve speaks up

   “Romanoff, did you do this?”

   Your shoulders tense as she shrinks in on herself, “It's not what you think”

  “Oh, so you didn’t hurt your girlfriend and leave a giant bruise on her neck?” Steve sarcastically asks

  “What the hell Natasha?!” Tony asks, “I know you have issues but I never thought you’d hurt her!”

   “Both of you shut up!!” you yell as you can see sadness etch across her face and tears build in her eyes. You can tell she's second guessing herself and everything you've told her, “Neither of you know a damn thing about her or what happened, it was an accident.”

   “Don’t defend her” Steve says, “She hurt you Y/n. There's no excuse for that.”

   Your fists clench, “I said shut up Steve! You weren’t there and you have no clue what happened! She would never hurt me- ”

  “But she did!” Tony buts in

   You glare at him, “Because she was dealing with her repressed trauma and she wasn’t herself. Don’t you realize she feels bad enough without the two of you accusing her of abusing me?!”

   “She's right.” Carol finally speaks up, “We all have no idea what Natashas been through, but one thing I know for sure is how much she loves Y/n. She would never harm her on purpose and the two of you are being assholes.”

   Bruce nods, “Anger and fear are hard emotions to control, add trauma to the mix and things like this can happen when someone is startled or they feel cornered, especially during nightmares or flashbacks.”

   You angrily glance at the two men as Natasha shyly takes your hand. You know it means she's uncomfortable and wants to leave but you aren’t done with the two men, “I realize that as the leaders of this team the two of you feel like it's your job to stick up for and protect everyone. But you shouldn’t ever just jump to conclusions and attack someone like that. And if I ever hear either of you say anything about Natasha again, I’ll break your jaws.”

   “I think she meant that.” Bruce tells them as you lead the redhead back to your bedroom

    Carol scoffs, “I know she did”

  You gently wipe away her tears as she takes a seat on the edge of your bed, she sniffles before looking up at you, “I really didn’t mean to Y/n. I’m not like that, I’m not like him.”

   “Shh, I know baby.” you calm her as you rest your forehead against hers, “You are absolutely nothing like him. You have such a big and kind heart, and you were forced to endure and do so much.”

   She relaxes and gently tugs at the front of your shirt, signaling her need to have you close. You quickly scoop her up in your arms and rest yourself against the headboard, rubbing her back to help soothe her.

   “Don’t let them bother you baby, I know you and what you've been through.” you tell her

   “You aren't afraid I’ll hurt you again?” she hesitantly asks

   “Tasha, I could never be afraid of you.” you admit, “You were triggered, and I’ll do everything I can to be sure that doesn't happen the next time I go to comfort you from a nightmare. You're not alone, and I’m not going anywhere ok?”

   “Thank you. I appreciate you so much, detka(baby).”

   A gentle knock sound on the door and Wanda pops in holding a tray, “Hey guys, Carol texted me and told me how the guys were assholes so I thought I'd bring you the waffles you didn’t get to eat. I cut up some fruit for you both too.”

   “Thanks Wanda, you're the best.” you tell her as you grab the tray from her

   She looks over at your girlfriend, “Don’t let them get to you Nat. They're just grouchy bitter men who’d rather punch things and drink than understand how emotions work and how trauma affects people.”

   “Thanks Wan” 

   “Of course.” Wanda smiles, “Hey, I’d have to go into town to get the ingredients but how about I make you guys some Pelmeni and Stroganoff for dinner?” she offers, knowing it's one of Natashas favorites

   “That sounds great Wan” you tell her

   “It does sound good, but you don’t have to” Nat tells her, never really knowing what to say when someone legitimately wants to do something for her

   “But I want to. So I'll head to the store. Anything else you guys need?”

   “Caviar please.” you ask, knowing it's another of her comfort foods

   Wanda nods, “You got it”

   After the brunette leaves you can’t help but notice the way her eyes watch you as you both eat. “What is it baby?”

   She shakes her head, “Nothing. I’m just really lucky to have such an amazing and understanding girlfriend”

  “I think I’m the lucky one here.”  you admit, caressing her cheek

   She hums, leaning in to give you a kiss, which tastes like the sweet syrup and strawberries from the waffles, “I love you Y/n”

  “I love you too Tasha. Now finish your waffles so I can kiss you again”

   She laughs, “Oh detka(baby), I don’t need to finish eating for that”

Taglist: @wandaromamoff69  @mmmmokdok)@nataliasknife @natashasilverfox @when-wolves-howl 

@wandanatvoid @naomi-m3ndez  )@eonrioromanova @sayah13 

@likefirenrain @nighttime-dreaming

[fruity-phrog]

Chapter 5 - Steve

Words: 1326

Here is the post that started it of and chapters 1, 2, 3 and 4.

“Whatcha thinking, Steve the Hair?”

“Jesus, Buckley.”

I laugh quietly as Robin shoves me against the cold glass, perching on the edge of the window seat. I drop Eddie’s hand as inconspicuously as I can. 

“So?” she asks, elbowing my arm, “A penny for your thoughts. Go.”

I sigh, “My parents are out of the house for a week. You know what I would have done two years ago?”

“Throw a massive rager, hook up with some chick, get really drunk and maybe take some drugs?”

“Yep.” I survey the room, “But now? Now I invite over a bunch of highschoolers, my ex, a lesbian and a murder suspect to play D&D.”

Robin smiles, “D’you miss the old Steve?”

“The absolute douchebag that hated anyone different, was homophobic and was extremely posessive of my girlfriend?” I ask, “No. No, I don’t miss him.”

“You shouldn’t.” Robin confirms.

I fiddle with my hands. I’d been planning this. I’d been planning it for a while. “Robin…” I start. She raises an eyebrow. “I…I just…”

“Steve, if you’re gonna re-confess love to me,” she says, “I don’t know what to tell you. The only thing about you I find romantically attractive is your ex. Exes.” I laugh quietly. 

“Yeah, no, I just…” Come on Harrington. Just do it. “I…”

A stir can be heard from behind us. Nancy’s eyes slowly open. I notice the blanket she’s using is tucked carefully around her body and, remembering that Robin was sharing it with her before she came over here, smile. Robin cares about Nancy, that much is obvious.

“Hey,” Robin says, “Did we wake you?”

“Nah, I’m a light sleeper.” Nancy replies, rubbing her eyes, “And that moonlight’s fricking bright.”

She gently moves Max and Eleven so they’re leaning on each other instead of her. Her feet patter against the cold wood as she makes her way over to us and Robin moves to the floor to give her room on the window seat. But now Nancy’s listening I can’t…I can’t do it. My slight confidence in coming out to Robin evaporates like smoke. Or is it mist? Or steam?

“Steve was just about to reveal a mysterious truth about himself.” Robin says, her head leaning against Nancy’s knees. Nancy looks up with interest, snarkiness and yet, still, kindness.

“Oh?” she asks. Oh indeed.

“Nah, it’s nothing.” I rub the back of my neck. Robin raises her eyebrows.

“No, it’s not.” she says, “Tell me. Now.”

I frown, “And what if I just…didn’t?” Robin groans.

“C’mon, Rob,” Nancy says softly, “Don’t push him.” Robin concedes. 

Her and Nancy begin muttering to each other about - God, I don’t know - and I stare at the moon. The glow is magnificent and powerful, falling directly onto the boy asleep opposite me. And now I’m staring at Eddie. I swear it was an accident.

He looks so beautiful in the nightlight. His hair, pulled in a messy ponytail, boasts stripes of moonlit white in between the charcoal black. His knees tucked up to his chin, he looks so…small. I just wanna kiss him, really.

As if his brain caught my thoughts, his breath stutters to a wake. He glances up, a cocky smile already perched on his lips.

“Hey b-” he says, taking in the girls just in time, “...Harrington.”

Guilt flashes across Nancy’s face, “Oh, crap, were we too loud? Sorry.”

“Ouch, Wheeler.” Eddie says, “You’re that sad I’m awake? C’mon man.”

He stretches, exposing a strip of skin below his shirt, and stands. “I’m going for some air. Anyone coming?”

Robin glances at him skeptically, “It’s like 2 am.”

“Your point being?”

“I’ll come.” I offer, and Eddie smiles quickly as he outstretches his hand. I hesitate for a split second before accepting.

We head outside, where the warm night is cooler than usual. Summer is slowly reaching its end and soon Eddie will be returning to his remote home. Alone. Where the Christians of Hawkins can’t hurt him.

“You look sad,” Eddie observes, perched on the railing of my porch. His eyes are slightly furrowed. 

“No, it’s…” I look down at my hands, “It’s nothing.” 

Eddie frowns at me, in thought. I avert my gaze. He clicks his tongue and grabs my hand, leading me away from the light of the house and the window. We traipse around my house to a darkened corner, away from street lamps and random neighbors up at 2. 

“Wipe that smile off your face,” Eddie says, grinning even as he says it, “I didn’t bring you here to make out with you.”

I contort my face into an unimpressed expression.

“Ok, maybe we will.” he concedes, “But first, you’re gonna tell me what the issue is.”

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

Eddie’s hands are either side of my face and his lips are on mine before anything else can happen. I don’t think, don’t hear, don’t see, all I do is feel his silken hair in my hands, my back pressed against the wall, and sink into him. But now he’s pulling away, his intense black eyes burrowing into my brown ones.

“Is it, Harrington? Is it nothing?” he asks. I attempt a cocky smile.

“Did you just kiss me so I would talk?” I ask. Eddie shrugs.

“Maybe. What’s it to you?”

I clear my throat. “Fine,” I mutter, almost too quiet for him to hear, “I just…I don’t want you to go…”

Eddie’s eyebrows raise in clear confusion, “Go?”

“Home.” I say, still staring at my feet, “Away. Go, to your home, which is away from here. Away from me.”

“We call almost every day.” Eddie says softly.

“It’s not the same.”

He stays silent. 

“I wish we could meet more,” I continue, “I wish Hawkins hadn’t driven you away, I wish I hadn’t spent nearly a year thinking you were dead, I wish I had asked you out ages ago.” I scoff. “I wish I could kiss you in public”

 Eddie sucks in his breath. We never really explicitly discuss the biggest elephant in every room, but we need to. I need to.

“I can’t bring myself to tell anyone we’re dating…” I mutter “and-”

“Hey, there you are.” Robin says, appearing from around the house. She swipes the back of her hand against her mouth and skids to a stop in front of us. “Why’re you over in a dark, secluded corner? Just here to sell some drugs?”

“The only drug here is me.” Eddie says, grinning. All evidence of the somberity of the conversation mere moments ago has vanished. I clear my throat.

“What’s up?” I ask, very obviously diverting the attention away from us, “Where’s Nancy?”

“Max had a nightmare again,” Robin says, “so Nancy’s comforting her.” There’s a palpable tenderness to the way she says her name.

“Hey, Eddie,” I say, forcing myself to leave his side, “Feel free to raid my fridge. There’ll be some good midnight snacks somewhere.”

Eddie winks at both me and Robin, immediately understanding what I’m trying to hint at. Then, as he walks away from the two of us, he shoots me a double thumbs up. I really can’t ask for a better boyfriend.

I get out a cigarette to steal myself, but Robin snatches it immediately. “No,” she demands, “Gross. Stop.” I groan.

“What’s up with you tonight?” she asks, staring at me, “You’re agitated, you’re twitchy, you’re smoking. What’s wrong?”

I should do it. I know I should. It’s only fair to Eddie, literally the best thing to happen to me. It’s only fair to me, to finally share this massive weight with my best friend. I should take a deep breath, stop being ashamed of who I am and tell my lesbian friend that I’m bi. It should be easy.

“It’s…” Fuck. “It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?” There’s concern in Robin’s eyes and I hate doing this to both of us. 

“Yeah.” I mutter, “Everything’s fine.”

Holy shit it’s been a while. Sorry about that lmao. I hope you enjoyed this slightly-shorter chapter, and know I have all the next chapters lined up, so it’s only a matter of posting them. 

Tagging @bvleraddict @middle--fingering @remarkablelightening @rel312 @dasnagon @uwujinniee @bethhiraeth @canarygecko.

[ao3feed-merlinarthur]

by TheCourtSorcerer

“Saved my life? What on earth are you talking about? Father, all he’s done is cost us half our feasts dessert!” The Prince exclaimed and he was not pouting. He was absolutely not, no matter what Merlin said later! Speaking of Merlin… Arthur turned to glare accusingly at his manservant.

Merlin gave Uther a strange, almost startled look before looking back to Arthur. “You don’t… You don’t know?”

  “Know what?!”

Words: 1326, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 17 of Merthur Drabbles & One Shots

Fandoms: Merlin (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Uther Pendragon (Merlin), Random Serving Girl #1

Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Additional Tags: Canon Era, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Arthur Knows About Merlin's Magic (Merlin), Allergies, Blueberries, allergic reactions, Warning: Brief explanation of an allergic reaction, Life-threatening allergies, Unbeta'd, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Merlin Saves Arthur From A Berry Tart, Arthur Grieves Berry Tart, Protective Merlin (Merlin), Not-Totally-A-Dick Uther, Like he still sucks but he's not a total asshole here, Merlin knows Arthur's health better than Arthur, sudden confessions, Caring Merlin (Merlin), severe allergies, Oblivious Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

[pippims]

but the memories come home

1326 words, very soft and fluffy zoyalina! written for grishaverse sapphic saturdays week 1

Zoya isn't sentimental. But she can't stop staring at Alina under the moonlight and thinking about how much she's missed her. Or; post-canon, Zoya sneaks to Kermazin to visit Alina and Mal.

[ao3]

Zoya had always aligned herself with the moon than the sun. Maybe that was a remnant of the Darkling’s influence, or maybe it was the result of spending nights curled up in a thin wedding gown and staring up at the moon because it was so cold that she felt she’d never sleep. Either way, she’d always thought there was something magical about the full moon.

And this full moon was particularly potent.

There’s an early-fall chill in the air, enough to deepen the boozy tinge on Alina’s cheeks but not enough to be uncomfortable. Around them, frogs and insects scream a bizarre background melody, but after being holed up in the Grand Palace for weeks Zoya finds it vaguely comforting. A reminder of … not better days, not by any mean, but simpler days. She isn’t sure what, but there’s something soothing about laying on her back, staring up at the moon, mind drifting but not lingering on any one thought.

“Sometimes if I need to get away I come out here,” Alina says. Her eyes are closed and her arm is draped over her chest, almost as if she’s asleep. “I like to look at the stars and try to identify them, see if I can find the same ones. I can’t, but I’m still trying.”

It was Zoya’s first visit since Alina’s death. Genya had tailored her to look enough like herself to be familiar, but unlike herself enough that any normal person wouldn’t see Zoya Nazyalensky.   They’d been writing letters, but somehow it just wasn’t enough. Maybe it was the energy from the war that had never quite dissipated, or maybe Zoya just missed her. Either way, she’d decided to go against Nikolai’s wishes and sneak a covert visit.

The three of them had had a very pleasant dinner, for the most part - Mal was really trying to learn how to cook anything fancier than roasted meat, and had done his best to prepare some sort of stuffed rabbit dish with various greens. He hadn’t realized that the recipe book he’d purchased from an elderly woman was ancient, smudged, and half written in Fjerdan. The result was a meal that was somehow both too bland and filled with too many contrasting flavors, but at least the meat was cooked well. But they’d washed it down with lots of laughs and lots of the champagne that Zoya had brought, and then her and Alina had wandered into the woods for some quiet time.

Alina turns her head to look at Zoya, who looks over at her in turn. “How’s the future of Ravka?”

“A dumbass,” she replies, and Alina laughs, the sound echoing off of the trees around them. “Doing his best, but a dumbass.” She neglects to mention the lingering curses. There’s no need to worry her, not after everything she’d gone through. She was dead and free of the Darkling. Besides, this was a friendly visit. Serious business could wait. “How’s retirement?”

Alina snorts. “Quiet. I’ve started drawing, but I’m terrible. I tried to make some bread yesterday, but it didn’t rise. Ended up feeding it to the birds.”

She looks happier  , Zoya thinks. She’s radiant, and not just from the champagne, and not in the frightening way she’d been when using her powers. She looks like a girl, a bit tired, but glowing against the moonlight. Or maybe glowing  from  the moonlight?  She looks just as good in the moonlight as she does in the sunlght , she thinks, but then banishes the thought. “And your retirement partner?”

She doesn’t respond immediately, and instead she turns her head back to the sky. Her eyes drift shut again, and Zoya can’t help but stare at the way the wind slightly ruffles her white hair as it’s fanned out against the grass. Eventually, Alina says, “I don’t know. It’s weird?”

“Weird?” Zoya pulls herself up onto her elbow, brow furrowed. “Is he being weird? Is it a man thing?”

Alina shakes her head. “No, no, not at all. I don’t know. We tried the romance thing, and it was nice, but it was weird. Like I love him, and I know that, and he knows that, but it just didn’t feel right. I think… Hear me out, but I think it was like what it would feel like to kiss my brother, you know?”

Zoya wrinkles her nose. “Ew.”

“You don’t need to tell me that!”

Zoya opens her mouth to respond, but she feels something small and damp hit her cheek get into her mouth. She spits into her hand what tastes like... grass? “Hey!” She rips up a handful and throws it at Alina, who throws more at her in turn. Alina rolls away, but Zoya summons a small gust of wind to target a burst of grass to Alina’s neck. They carry on, throwing and running around the clearing until Alina slips in a small patch of mud, landing sprawled out on her back.

By the time they’re done, they’re laughing hard enough that their ribs hurt, and Alina’s white hair is flecked with green. “I think I needed that,” Zoya confesses, and she certainly feels lighter than she has since the war began.

“I think I did too,” Alina says, and the smile lingers on her face. “I’m trying to relax, but I don’t know what to do all of the time? My time has never just been my own.”

“Some of us have real problems, and you’re complaining that you’re  bored  after  saving the world ?” Zoya says with a grin, and that gets another chuckle from Alina. “You’re always welcome to help me wrangle the royal nuisance.”

“And spend time with you?  Never ,” she responds, then reaches to brush a strand of grass out of Zoya’s hair. Her hand hesitates, just briefly, inches from Zoya’s ear, but she continues the motion. “No, but I think I want this. I miss you though.”

“I miss you too,” Zoya says, “And I…”  Say it, Nazyalensky,  she thinks,  You’ve never had a hard time voicing your thoughts before . But this is different. It’s not a random Second Army boy or girl that she found attractive and, because she was Zoya Nazyalensky, they’d kiss her back because she was the best and brightest. It’s Alina, Sun Summoner, someone she was horrible to but who eventually forgave her, one of her closest friends. And she’s been staring at her lips all night, and suddenly she’s a little bit too tipsy on laughter and champagne, and her heart feels like it’s about to burst from her chest. “And I kind of want to kiss you?”

Alina’s eyes flutter, and she fingers the seam of her skirt. For a moment Zoya thinks she’s steeling herself to say no, or to run, but then she turns her head to the side and captures her lips.

Kissing Alina feels like summoning a massive storm, the energy from the lightning running straight through her. Her lips are dry and her breath smells of old champagne, but Zoya is electrified. It’s never felt like this before, not when she’d kissed Genya once while very drunk, not when she’d kissed Mal, not when the Darkling had said he was proud of her and kissed her. She’s never felt so excited and yet at ease. As if she’s  home , a concept she hasn’t considered for years, laying on her back in a clearing and kissing a saint. When she pulls away, Alina’s eyes are half-closed and that small smile remains on her lips.

“We should go back before Mal thinks a hunter mistook us for deer,” she says, hefting herself off of the ground with some difficulty, brushing the worst of the mud off of her skirt. When she gets to her feet, she turns to Zoya, offers a hand, and says, “And we should do that again sometime.”

Zoya stands, kisses her forehead, and they walk together hand-in-hand under the moonlight.

( @wafflesandkruge ; @grishatober )

[ao3feed-zukka]

Don't go, stay

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3f60ZvV

by TheBookishDaydreamer

Zuko wants to confess to Sokka, but he isn't sure how to do so. He accidently wakes up someone when he's trying to figure out his emotions. Sokka, it turns out, woke up, and decides to stay with him.

Words: 1326, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar)

Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Awkwardness, Oneshot

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[ao3feed-tododeku]

I Got Something to Confess

i got something to confess by Anonymous

Iida has a crisis over how to communicate his needs to his boyfriend without saying it outright while said boyfriend stays oblivious to Iida's turmoil.

Words: 1326, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iida Tenya, Asui Tsuyu, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Bakugou Katsuki, Jirou Kyouka, Sero Hanta

Relationships: Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Sero Hanta, Alpha Todoroki Shouto, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Omega Kirishima Eijirou, Omega Jirou Kyouka, Omega Iida Tenya, Jirou Kyouka is in the Bakusquad, Alpha Kaminari Denki, Beta Asui Tsuyu, Beta Uraraka Ochako

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31506515

[ao3feed-bnha-rarepair]

I Got Something to Confess

i got something to confess by Anonymous

Iida has a crisis over how to communicate his needs to his boyfriend without saying it outright while said boyfriend stays oblivious to Iida's turmoil.

Words: 1326, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iida Tenya, Asui Tsuyu, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Bakugou Katsuki, Jirou Kyouka, Sero Hanta

Relationships: Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Sero Hanta, Alpha Todoroki Shouto, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Omega Kirishima Eijirou, Omega Jirou Kyouka, Omega Iida Tenya, Jirou Kyouka is in the Bakusquad, Alpha Kaminari Denki, Beta Asui Tsuyu, Beta Uraraka Ochako

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31506515

[bnha-mha-imagines]

12 Days of Christmas! 2019 Special

Sero x Reader

Prompt #3: Gift-Wrapping

Word Count: 1326

Warnings: None

You had quite a few gifts to wrap, planning to give a little something something to all of your classmates in 1A. For your friends, you premeasured some cute little jars of hot cocoa mix, and for Aizawa, you tied him a comfortable fleece blanket--you figured he’d like something warm to go along with his sleeping bag.

Of course you were in no way obligated to gift things to your entire class, but you deeply wanted to give things to the people who you’ve come to call family. However...22 gifts was an awful lot of wrapping to do, so you had done what any reasonable person would have done...get help.

“Tape,” you said flatly, too concentrated on holding the wrapping paper down to put much enthusiasm into your request. As per routine, Sero dispensed a sliver of tape from his elbow, handing it to you. Without looking at him, you take the tape and hum a small noise of gratitude. Sticking it down against the wrapping paper, you sit back on your haunches to observe your handiwork. “Looks pretty good, huh?” you asked, finally turning to face Sero and smile.

He flashes you one of his signature, wide grins. “Yeah, it does!” he complimented. “What is that, cocoa jar number fifteen? You’re practically a pro at wrapping by now.” He knew he was overdoing the compliment a little, but he couldn’t really help himself. You were a long-time crush of his, and you had asked him of all people to spend the afternoon with you! He was in a great mood.

“That’s right!” you laugh, grabbing another one of the mason jars and beginning to cut a stretch of decorative paper. “Thank goodness you’re helping me out, Sero! I would’ve run out of tape and patience long ago!”

He nods his head, watching as your nimble fingers twist and fold the wrapping paper around the jar. “Heaven knows you’d have gone crazy by now,” he says seriously. “Though one has to wonder…”

“Hey!” you cried, and Sero laughs as you bat a hand at him. “Don’t tease me, the paper might mess up when I hit you!”

“Then don’t hit me,” he said cheekily. Feeling a little confident, he pushed his luck. “There are plenty of other things you could do to me that are much nicer!”  

Your hands seemed to freeze for a moment, his words hanging in the air. Truth be told, Sero had never outright admitted his feelings to you, despite knowing about his crush on you for months. He just couldn’t handle the idea of getting rejected by you. But now, when he finally chanced on being a little more overtly flirtatious...he really wanted to jump off a bridge.

Though your pause was only a second, it felt like forever. Receiving no response, Sero suppressed the urge to punch himself. You continued to wrap, not looking at him as you hold out a hand. “Tape.” Cheeks blazing, Sero tears off another small piece of tape and hands it to you, your fingers brushing. You finish wrapping the jar in silence, setting it to the side.

“S-So, how many more is it now?” Sero asked to break the tension, a forced smile on his face again. He jumps slightly as your head whips to him, eyebrows furrowed. He’s practically sweating through his clothes when you extend your hand out palm-up. “I-I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I just--” he starts to stammer, worried he’d ruined things, when you cut him off.

“Tape,” you said, eyes firm.

“W-What?” Sero asked, confusion beginning to mix with his nerves.

“Tape,” you repeated, opening and closing your hand to reaffirm your words. Not wishing to make you ask a third time, Sero dispenses a fair piece of tape from his elbow and hands it to your outstretched hand.

“Thank you,” you mouthed quietly, leaning forward into him. Sero blushes, a slight panic setting in as you get much too close for his weak, love-struck heart to handle. Effortlessly, your hands reach up to his face, smoothing the tape over his mouth.

Before he could mumble out a question, you lean forward and press your lips to the tape that covered his own. Feeling you indirectly kiss him, Sero’s brain all but exploded in an incomputable mix of emotion and thought.

His eyes are wide as you pull back, an amused and mischievous smirk on your face. “There,” you comment. “That should keep you quiet for a bit while I get these jars done. Heaven knows I’d have never finished with you teasing me that much, huh?”

Sero forced his limbs to stay still, face blazing while he wanted nothing more than to rip off that piece of tape and kiss you for real. He mumbled out a soft response, but the words were muffled against the tape.

“It’s a good thing I did it when I did too! One more move from you and I would have pounced,” you laughed, leaning forward to reach for another jar of cocoa. It all happened in a blink of an eye, and you didn’t exactly process anything until you were face to face with Sero. Quick as a whip, he’d shot out a string of tape, wrapping it around your wrist and pulling you toward him.

His eyes said it all: how much he craved your attention, how he wanted you to take off this tape so he could show you how much of a distraction he could me. You weren’t gonna lie, this new confident drive in him was foreign and surprising...but you kind of liked it. Reaching up, your fingers found themselves tugging gently at the piece of tape across his mouth.

“You had something to say?” you prompt him a little, eyes excited.

“I was trying to say,” he began, leaning in closer to you. His lips were dangerously close to yours, and you could practically see the tension between you, it was so thick. His breath tickled your face as he spoke, “...that we’re in kind of a sticky situation!” You freeze as he pulls away, stretching his lips into a grin. The tape around your wrist releases, and you fall forward a little, catching yourself with your hand.

“Wait, what?” You ask, confused.

Sero just chuckles nervously, much to your frustration. “Right, we’re not finished wrapping yet, hmm?” Gah! Another joke… You should’ve known he’d back out right at the last second, he always got hung up on his nerves right when it mattered most! You’d been crushing on him for a while, though you were often unsure whether or not his subtle flirting was serious or not. You had thought that maybe, finally, he was going to confess…

“Sero, are you serious?” you groan. His smile falters a little, and you offer him an out. “Wanna try that again?”

You didn’t miss how his cheeks flush a little. “Really…?” he seemed to regain his cool nearly as fast as he let it slip, pulling at his collar a little.

Growing impatient, you lean in and press your lips to his again, this time skin to skin. He only falters a moment before he pushes back into you with more force than you’d been expecting. With the ice broken between you two, his confidence was regained, and you felt him bite softly on your lower lip. Surprised at his forwardness, you pull back, cheeks a hefty shade of red. “S-Sero?” you ask, stunned.

He doesn’t answer, instead leaning in to kiss you again. You happily comply, but cut it off a little shorter than he would have liked. “We can continue this after we finish all the wrapping,” you tease, pecking his nose. “Now, what I really need right now is--”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he exhaled, impatient to finish the wrapping so you could continue where you left off. “Tape.”

[orthodoxydaily]

Saint&Reading: Sun., Nov. 8, 2020

Commemorated on October 26_Julian calendar

The Holy GreatMartyr Demetrios of Soluneia

     The Holy GreatMartyr Demetrios of Soluneia was the son of a Roman proconsul in Thessalonika (the present day Salonika, which in the Slavonic is termed Solun', [anglicised as Soluneia]). Three centuries had then already elapsed, and Roman paganism, – spiritually shattered and defeated by the multitude of martyrs and confessors of the Crucified Saviour, – intensified its persecutions. Both the father and mother of saint Demetrios were clandestine Christians. In a secret house-church at the home of the proconsul, the child was baptised and raised in the Christian faith. When the father died, and the child had reached the age of maturity, the emperor Galerius Maximian – having ascended the throne in the year 305 – summoned him, and confident in his education and military-administrative abilities, appointed him to the position of his father as proconsul of the Thessalonika district. The chief task expected of this young commander consisted in the defence of the city from barbarians, and in the extermination of Christianity. It is interesting, that among the barbarians threatening the Romans our ancestral Slavs occupied an important place, in particular by intentionally settling upon the Thessalonikan peninsula. There exists even the opinion that the parents of Saint Demetrios were of Slavic descent. In regard to Christians the will of the emperor was expressed simply: "Put to death anyone who calls on the name of the Crucified". The emperor did not suspect in appointing Demetrios, how wide a swath of confessors acts he had opened up for the clandestine ascetic.

    Accepting the appointment, Demetrios returned to Thessalonika and in front of everyone immediately confessed and glorified our Lord Jesus Christ. Instead of persecuting and executing Christians, he openly began to teach the inhabitants of the city the Christian faith and to extirpate pagan customs and idol-worship. The compiler of his life, Metaphrastes, says that in his teaching zeal he became for Thessalonika "a second Apostle Paul", particularly since "the Apostle to the Gentiles" once founded at this city the first community of believers (1 Thes., 2 Thes.). The Lord also destined Saint Demetrios to follow the holy Apostle Paul to a death by martyrdom.      When Maximian learned, that the proconsul newly appointed by him – was a Christian, and that he had converted to Christianity many Roman subjects who were influenced by his example – the rage of the emperor know no bounds. Returning from a campaign in the Black Sea region, the emperor decided to lead his army through Thessalonika, filled with the desire to make a massacre of the Soluneia Christians.      Learning of this, Saint Demetrios opportunely ordered his faithful servant Luppos to distribute his wealth to the poor with the words: "Give away the earthly riches amongst them, for we shalt seek for ourselves heavenly riches". And he gave himself over to prayer and fasting, preparing himself for the accepting of a martyr's crown.      When the emperor came into the city, he summoned Demetrios, who boldly confessed himself a Christian and denounced the falsehood and futility of Roman polytheism. Maximian gave orders to lock up the confessor in prison, and an Angel came to him in confinement, comforting and encouraging him for the act. The emperor meanwhile concerned himself with a foul gladiators spectacle, esteeming as his beloved champion a German by the name of Leo, who made a challenge for a Christian to struggle with him on the platform over the spears of the victorious soldiers. A brave youth from the Soluneia Christians, Nestor by name, went to the prison to his advisor Demetrios and requested to be given the blessing for single-combat with the barbarian. With the blessing of Demetrios and through his prayers, Nestor prevailed over the fierce German and hurled him from the dais-platform onto the spears of the soldiers, just as the murderous pagan would have done with the Christian. The enraged commander gave orders to immediately execute the holy Martyr Nestor (Comm. 27 October) and dispatched a guard to the prison – to run through with spears the one who had blessed this deed, Saint Demetrios.      At dawn on 26 October 306 soldiers appeared in the underground prison of the holy saint and ran him through with spears. His faithful servant, Saint Luppos, gathered up on a towel the bless of Saint Demetrios, and he took from his finger the imperial ring, – a symbol of his high status, and likewise dipped it also in the blood. With the ring and other holy things sanctified by the blood of Saint Demetrios, Saint Luppos began to heal the infirm. The emperor gave orders to arrest and kill him.      The body of the holy GreatMartyr Demetrios was cast out for devouring by wild animals, but the Soluneia Christians took it and secretly committed it to earth. During the reign of holy Equal-to-the-Apostles Constantine (306-337), a church was erected over the grave of Saint Demetrios. An hundred years later, during the construction of a majestic new church on the old spot, the incorrupt relics of the holy martyr were uncovered. From the time of the VII Century beneathe the crypt of the GreatMartyr Demetrios was found a miraculous flowing of fragrant myrh, in regard to which the GreatMartyr Demetrios receives the church title "Myrh-flowing". Several times those venerating the Soluneia wonderworker made attempts at a transfer of his holy relics, or part of them, to Constantinople. But invariably Saint Demetrios secretly made apparent his will to remain the protector and defender of the people of Thessalonika.      Advancing towards the city, pagan Slavs were repeatedly turned by the apparition of a threatening radiant youth, going the round of the walls and inspiring terror in the enemy soldiers. It is therefore perhaps why the name of Saint Demetrios is particularly venerated among the Slavic nations after their enlightenment by the light of the Gospel truth. On the other hand, Greeks regard Saint Demetrios in terms of being a Slavic saint merely an arbitrary preference.      The very first pages of the Russian Primary Chronicle, as foreordained by God, is bound up with the name of the holy GreatMartyr Demetrios of Soluneia. Oleg the Wise threatened the Greeks at Constantinople (907), as the Chronicle relates: "The Greeks became terrified and said: this is not Oleg, but rather Saint Demetrios sent upon us from God". Russian soldiers always believed that they were under the special protection of the holy GreatMartyr Demetrios. Moreover, in the old Russian barracks the GreatMartyr Demetrios was always depicted as Russian by descent – thus this image fused with the soul of the Russian nation.      Church veneration of the holy GreatMartyr Demetrios in Russia began with the time shortly after the Baptism of Rus'. Towards the beginning of the decade of the 70's of the XI Century belongs the founding of the Dimitriev monastery at Kiev, known afterwards as the Mikhailov-Zlatoverkh monastery. The monastery was built by the son of Yaroslav the Wise, – GreatPrince Izyaslav, baptised Dimitrii (+ 1078). The mosaic icon of Saint Demetrios of Soluneia from the cathedral of the Dimitriev monastery has been preserved up to the present day, and is located in the State Tret'yakov gallery. In the years 1194-1197 the GreatPrince of Vladimir, Vsevolod III Bol'shoe Gnezdo (Great-Nest), – baptised Dimitrii, "built at his court a beautiful church of the holy martyr Dimitrii, and adorned it wondrously with icons and writing" (i.e. frescoes). The Dimitriev cathedral also reveals for the present the embellishment of ancient Vladimir. The wonderworking icon of Saint Demetrios of Soluneia from the cathedral iconostas is located even now in Moscow, at the Tret'yakov gallery. It was written upon a plank of wood from the grave of the holy GreatMartyr Demetrios, brought in 1197 from Soluneia to Vladimir. One of the most precious depictions of the saint – a fresco on a column of the Vladimir Uspenie cathedral, is from the brush of the Sainted Iconographer Andrei Rublev.      The veneration of Saint Demetrios continued also in the family of Saint Alexander Nevsky (Comm. 23 November). Saint Alexander named his eldest son in honour of the holy greatmartyr. And his younger son, holy Nobleborn Prince Daniel of Moscow (+ 1303, Comm. 4 March), raised up at Moscow a temple in the name of the holy GreatMartyr Demetrios in the 1280's, which was the first stone church in the Moscow Kremlin. Later on in 1326, under Ivan Kalita, it was taken down and in its place was erected the Uspenie (Dormition) cathedral.      The memory of Saint Demetrios of Soluneia from of old was bound up in Rus' with the military, patriotism and the defense of the Fatherland. The saint is depicted on icons in the guise of a soldier in plumed armour, with a spear and sword in hand. On a scroll (in later depictions) is written also a prayer, with which Saint Demetrios turned to God about the salvation of the people of Soluneia: "Lord, let not the city nor the people perish. If Thou do save the city and the people – with them I shalt be saved, if they perish – I too perish with them".      In the spiritual experience of the Russian Church, veneration of the holy GreatMartyr Demetrios of Soluneia is closely bound up with the memory of the defense the Native-Land and Church by the GreatPrince of Moscow, Dimitrii Donskoi (+ 1389). "An Account of the Life and Repose Great Prince Dimitrii Ivanovich, Tsar of Russia", written in the year 1393, already regards the GreatPrince as a saint, as also do other old Russian histories. GreatPrince Dimitrii was a spiritual son and pupil of the Sainted Metropolitan of Moscow Alexei (+ 1378, Comm. 12 February), and a disciple and associating also with other great figures of prayer in the Russian Land: – the Monk Sergei Radonezh (+ 1392, Comm. 25 September, Dimitrii of Prilutsk (+ 1392, Comm. 11 February), Sainted Theodore of Rostov (+ 1394, Comm. 28 November). GreatPrince Dimitrii "about the churches of God he worried much, and the territory of the Russian land he held by his bravery: many the enemy risen against us he conquered, and his glorious city Moscow he protected with wondrous walls". From the time of the building of the white-walled Kremlin (1366) by GreatPrince Dimitrii, Moscow was called "Belokamenna" ("White-Stoned"). "The land of Russia prospered during the years of his reign", – testifies the "Account".      By the prayers of his Heavenly patron the holy warrior Demetrios of Soluneia, GreatPrince Dimitrii gained besides his brilliant military victories also the preordained further prominence of Russia: he repelled the onslaught against Russia by the Lithuanian armies of Ol'gerd (1368, 1373), he routed at the River Vozha the Tatar army of Begich (1378), and he smashed the military might of all the Golden Horde at the Battle of Kulikovo Pole (Kulikovo Field) (8 September 1380, on the day of celebration of the Nativity of the MostHoly Mother of God), set between the Rivers Don and Nepryadva. The Kulikovo Battle, for which the nation calls him Dimitrii Donskoi, became the first all-Russian national deed, rallying round Moscow the spiritual power of the Russian nation. To this auspicious event of Russian history is dedicated the "Zadonschina", an inspiring historic poem, written by the priest Sophronii of Ryazem (1381).      Prince Dimitrii Donskoi was greatly devoted to the holy GreatMartyr Demetrios. In 1380, on the eve of the Kulikovo Battle, he solemnly transferred from Vladimir to Moscow the most holy effect of the Vladimir Dimitriev cathedral – the icon of the GreatMartyr Demetrios of Soluneia, written on the plank from the grave of the saint. At the Moscow Uspenie Cathedral was built a chapel in the name of the GreatMartyr Demetrios. In memory of the soldiers, fallen in the Kulikovo Battle, was established for all-church remembrance the Demetrios Parental-Ancestors Saturday. The first time this panikhida was held was at the Trinity-Sergiev monastery on 20 October 1380 by the Monk Sergei, Hegumen of Radonezh, in the presence of GreatPrince Dimitrii Donskoi. From that time it is served annually with a solemn remembrance of the heroes of the Kulikovo Battle, in which number are the Schema-monks Alexander (Peresvet) and Andrei (Oslyab).

© 1996-2001 by translator Fr. S. Janos.

ohn 21:15-25 (11th 

15So when they had eaten breakfast, Jesus said to Simon Peter, "Simon, son of Jonah, do you love Me more than these?" He said to Him, "Yes, Lord; You know that I love You." He said to him, "Feed My lambs."16 He said to him again a second time, "Simon, son of Jonah, do you love Me? He said to Him, "Yes, Lord; You know that I love You." He said to him, "Tend My sheep."17 He said to him the third time, "Simon, son of Jonah, do you love Me?" Peter was grieved because He said to him the third time, "Do you love Me?" And he said to Him, "Lord, You know all things; You know that I love You." Jesus said to him, "Feed My sheep.18 Most assuredly, I say to you, when you were younger, you girded yourself and walked where you wished; but when you are old, you will stretch out your hands, and another will gird you and carry you where you do not wish." 19 This He spoke, signifying by what death he would glorify God. And when He had spoken this, He said to him, "Follow Me." 20 Then Peter, turning around, saw the disciple whom Jesus loved following, who also had leaned on His breast at the supper, and said, "Lord, who is the one who betrays You?" 21 Peter, seeing him, said to Jesus, "But Lord, what about this man?" 22 Jesus said to him, "If I will that he remain till I come, what is that to you? You follow Me." 23 Then this saying went out among the brethren that this disciple would not die. Yet Jesus did not say to him that he would not die, but, "If I will that he remain till I come, what is that to you?" 24 This is the disciple who testifies of these things, and wrote these things; and we know that his testimony is true. 25 And there are also many other things that Jesus did, which if they were written one by one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that would be written. Amen.

2 Timothy 2:1-10

1 You therefore, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus. 2 And the things that you have heard from me among many witnesses, commit these to faithful men who will be able to teach others also. 3 You therefore must endure hardship as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. 4 No one engaged in warfare entangles himself with the affairs of this life, that he may please him who enlisted him as a soldier. 5 And also if anyone competes in athletics, he is not crowned unless he competes according to the rules. 6 The hardworking farmer must be first to partake of the crops. 7 Consider what I say, and may the Lord give you understanding in all things. 8 Remember that Jesus Christ, of the seed of David, was raised from the dead according to my gospel, 9 for which I suffer trouble as an evildoer, even to the point of chains; but the word of God is not chained. 10 Therefore I endure all things for the sake of the elect, that they also may obtain the salvation which is in Christ Jesus with eternal glory.

[ao3feed-redwhiteandroyalblue]

by pxstelhansen

Henry was just trying to sleep, and Alex Claremont-Diaz just had to fly to London. At 3 am.

Words: 1326, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, i only know how to write angst i am SORRY, Fluff and Angst, Swearing, Love Confessions, Getting Together, (kinda), Idiots in Love

[reddieao3feed]

Crush

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Im79Y8

by reddie_or_not

Richie has a crush on Connor Bowers so Bill invites him to the Losers sleepover. Eddie is not happy about that at all.

Words: 1326, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Connor Bowers, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Beverly Marsh, Stanley Uris, Mike Hanlon

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris

Additional Tags: Sleepovers, Spin the Bottle, First Kiss, One-Sided Attraction, Jealousy, Underage Drinking, Sharing a Bed, Love Confessions, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Jealous Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie has a little crush, but gets over it pretty quickly...

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[ao3feed-fruk]

by Jessamine_of_the_west

Basically, Lovino finds himself at Ludwig's castle after being chased by wolves. He picks a rose for Feliciano and complications follow. It's not exactly the same as the original plot for Beauty and the Beast, but it's close.

Words: 1326, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Germany (Hetalia), North Italy (Hetalia), England (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), America (Hetalia), Canada (Hetalia)

Relationships: Germany/North Italy (Hetalia), England/France (Hetalia), America & Canada (Hetalia), North Italy & South Italy & Vatican City (Hetalia), e

Additional Tags: AU, Beauty and the Beast AU, Gay, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Fluff, Angst, Angst and Fluff, Confessions, no swears here, instead we use fruck