#hannah's threads

[bcbliophile]

@thewxnderer Neville & Hannah

The summer after the war was hard-- it felt in a lot of ways like none of them were ready to graduate, the events of the last year making them grow up sooner than they should have had to. But grow up they did and that summer she was taken on as an apprentice healer at the hospital, where she often ran into Neville visiting his parents. They got to talking and soon talking at work lead to getting a drink when she got off and then finally him asking her on a date.

Before she knew it a year had passed and she sat in his flat with her feet propped up on his lap, nursing a mug of tea after a very, very long shift. "If I even hear the word jinx for the rest of the weekend, I'm rioting" Hannah grumbeled.

[bcbliophile]

His words did not stop the tears, but made her all but fall into him, needing to know he was there with her, needing to know she was safe with him, that he was her alpha now and she would never be hurt again. Her hands still shook but she moved them to grip the front of his shirt, holding herself to him, her face pressing into his neck following his kiss to her forehead. His scent soothed her as it had since the day they met, grounding her in the moment instead of in her past.

"The scars on my back--" she needed to tell him this now, to tell him everything she had been through before she lost her nerve. "The last time he used his alpha voice on me, he had me lay face down on his desk while he whipped me bloody for not arriving quick enough when he called for me. I know you aren't him and you would never hurt me-- but something about that time put me right back there and I am sorry I took that out on you" she whispered against his skin, moving so she was curled up in his lap now, needing the comfort.

"I do trust you-- I know that you would sooner die than hurt me, I know that in my bones, but in the moment you weren't my mate and alpha, my head told me that you were him and I don't know how to fix that" more tears fell down her cheek, no longer able to stay strong and hold them back.

❈ — Listening tentatively as she spoke, and the wolf inside him wanted nothing more than to be unleashed on her last alpha. Clearly he was a piece of shit that needed his ass handed to him if he was someone who enjoyed the way he treated those who were, figuratively, lesser than he. But seeing her beautiful eyes well up with tears, in that moment he knew he needed to be there for Hannah. She was most important right now.

"You are my mate." Aiden said firmly, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "You are who I chose, and you are not, in any way, defective because of what you've experienced. I don't know if I can ever take your pain away despite wanting to, but I swear Hannah, I will do my damnedest to make sure you feel safe. You are my priority now; you and your wellbeing. And I will do whatever you need from me so you are reassured that you are wanted here in this pack, in this house, with me."

Leaning forward, the alpha placed a sweet kiss to her forehead, lingering a moment before pulling away just enough to gaze into her eyes. "I hate that you had to go through what you went through. But I promise to never pull what he pulled with you. I hope, in time, you'll learn to trust in that."

@bcbliophile

[lunar-years]

We didn’t get enough of them in season 3 I’ll just say

[mercerislandbooks]

Book Notes: Fantasy Roundup

Or, some ideas for what to read when you have a book hangover from Iron Flame:

Curious Tides by Pascale Lacelle

When Emory is the sole survivor of a secret ritual in the caves below Aldryn College, her healer powers, given to those born during the new moon on a rising tide, begin to shift into something strange and uncontrollable. Will her estranged friend Baz, brother to one of the students who died, help Emory figure out her new powers and what really happened that night? This debut fantasy has it all — dark academia, an upper YA that crosses over beautifully into adult, a murder mystery, secret societies, forbidden magic, a pining romance and the most gorgeous book design I’ve seen in a while. The magic system is built around the moon phases and the tides. Curious Tides is book one of a planned duology.

The Hurricane Wars by Thea Guanzon

What happens when Talasyn and Alaric, two soldiers from opposite sides of an entrenched war meet on the battlefield and discover their opposing powers combine to create something entirely new and unexpected? They continue to absolutely hate each other while having to work together to save their people from an even worse fate. Of course. And we all know what happens when two attractive people hate each other. Drawing inspiration from Southeast Asia, debut Filipino author Thea Guanzon has penned a fun, fresh fantasy that balances an authentic depiction of the toll of conflict on a population with a strong cast of characters and all the political machinations of Machiavelli. The Hurricane Wars is book one of a planned trilogy.

Godkiller by Hannah Kane

In a world where gods, fed by the attention, prayers, and offerings of humans, can also be destroyed by them, three disparate people come together to travel to the ruined city that was the last stand in the wars between gods and people. Kissen, a godkiller for hire. Elo, a former knight turned baker. And Inara, a young girl whose life has become intertwined with a god of white lies, Skedi. The four travel together to Blenraden, hopeful that they will find a way to untangle Skedi from Inara. All the feels of quest fantasy with characters that are delightfully flawed and human. The world building was immersive and queer normative with a host of diverse characters. The religious and magic system was at once familiar but with enough twists to make it unexpected. Godkiller is book one of a planned trilogy.

The Fragile Threads of Power by V.E. Schwab

From page one of The Fragile Threads of Power, I was invested all over again in the world of the four Londons, seven years after the events from The Shades of Magic trilogy (also excellent, if you want to start there). The plot works together like interchanging gears, or a chess game, the movement of each character affecting the others, often unknowingly. There are characters from the original trilogy, new additions, and Tes, the one who, unconsciously, holds the key to everything. Schwab investigates power in this novel -- who has it and who controls it, and by whose standards its morality is judged. Schwab puts a lot of things in motion in this book, and only a few are resolved by the end. The Fragile Threads of Power is book one of planned trilogy. You can always go back and read The Shades of Magic series in the meantime!

What the River Knows by Isabel Ibañez

I can’t think of a more fun combination than 1880’s Egyptian archeological digs, a feisty heroine determined to find out what happened to her explorer parents, and a current of magic running through it all. When Inez Olivera hears that her parents, on a dig in Egypt, are presumed dead, she takes matters into her own hands. Inez books passage from Bolivia to Egypt, intent on discovering the truth. What she finds in Egypt is an infuriatingly handsome young man, assisting her guardian in carrying on her parents discoveries, and men thwarting her inquiries at every turn. Add to this a mysterious ring that connects Inez to the magic of the past and the questions continue to pile up. It will take a trip up the Nile and many near escapes just to get Inez closer to any answers. Packed with action, a slow burn romance, and a huge twist kept me enthralled to the very last page. What the River Knows is book one of a planned YA duology.

Hopefully you find one, or many, of these titles to be a satisfying read!

— Lori

[freebirdyance]

Maybe it wasn’t a complete coincidence that they both end up at the same event, but just calling Yancy any other day seemed too simple. Taking fate into her own hands seemed so much more interesting. How else was she going to make him think the stars aligned at the right time or some other magical astronomic bullshit? Besides, it wasn’t like the mob boss was the only reason she was attending. Surprise surprise, another pompous asshole needed to be killed, and who was she to reject the offer of helping the Earth by burning its useless trash?

She gravitates towards the unnecessarily glamorous bar almost instinctively, and with the way she’s dressed for attention, Hannah can tell she becomes the bartender’s priority with how quickly her drink is brought to her. Typical. Unfortunately for him, there were only two things on her mind at that moment.

Kill the unlucky bastard, and get a certain man wrapped around her finger by the end of the night.

— @perfectly-intoxicated

Yancy has attended so many of these things lately that he can't readily recall what this event is even for. Something related to charity? Nah, a touch too fancy for that, even for this kind of crowd. He's trying to focus on what the two men in front of him are saying until he catches a glimpse of red hair out of the corner of his eye.

Well. Suddenly, he couldn't give less of a shit what they're prattling on about as his gaze moves over Hannah's backside appreciatively.

Excusing himself rather abruptly, he casually makes his way over to the bar. He's dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, hair neatly styled back. Keeping about a foot of space between them, Yancy leans an elbow against the counter as he faces her, an easy smirk on his face.

"Well, hello there. Fancy meetin' you here."

[bcbliophile]

Blue eyes stayed locked with his as his fingers trailed down her skin, she shivered slightly at the contact. So long they had been dancing around the topic of mating, even after they started dating-- so to know now it was what both of them wanted, she wished they had done this sooner. He was her's as much as she was his and it had been that way since the beginning, it is how it would always be now because she didn't think she would ever be able to share him after this.

"Yes" Hannah replied easily, a soft smile tugging at her lips as her own fingers gripped at the sides of his shirt, wanting nothing more than to rip it off of him in that moment. "I am yours to claim" the blonde breathed, standing on her toes to press a soft kiss to his lips once more. Carefully she stepped out of the tub, blindly grabbing for her towel to dry off as the kiss deepened, not wanting to trail water to his bed.

Part of her wondered if they should wait till her heat to do this, but that was still a couple of weeks away and she did not have it in her to wait. Parting only to dry her skin, the she wolf held her hand out for him to take, waiting for him to lead her.

❈ — Lips pressed butterfly kisses all along her skin, marking her with all the love and affection he held for her. He would, of course, really mark her as his. He couldn’t fathom another alpha coming in to swoop her away from him. His inner wolf, his soul, had already picked her. She was his the moment Emily introduced her to him, even if he fought against it at first. Didn’t want to believe that she would want him. She was pure sunshine, and he, a dark cloud. But she chose to share her warmth with him and he had never been the same since. 

“Mine...” He loved hearing her say the words, and the way she melted into his touch. His head lifted so blue orbs could meet her own, soft and full of love and adoration. He studied her features, taking in every freckle, the dip and curves of her plush lips, how her eyes seem to gaze into his very soul and saw the real him beneath the rough exterior. She was too beautiful to ever fully comprehend.

“Would...” He hesitated for a moment, a hand reaching up so his fingertips could trace along her jawline and down her throat, slipping further between the valley of her breasts. “Would you allow me to love you more intimately tonight, darlin’? Allow me to claim you in every way possible?”

@bcbliophile

[lvciddreamt]

@obsesionadas

“jesus christ. would it kill you to just be happy for me for once?”

[hannahxwalsh]

starter for @zionsmccoy

location: downtown kismet harbor

Hannah walked hand in hand with her husband. Since telling him that she wanted to start trying to have kids, their relationship had been over the moon once more. She hated to think that at any moment it could come crumbling down around them like it had the habit of doing. Yet, they were both in such good moods lately it didn't seem likely. At least she hoped it wasn't. "Are you in the mood for any food yet?" She questioned, twisting her lips as she tried to figure out if she were nauseous because she was hungry or for other reasons.

[pernillecfcw]

Winners 🏆💙

[bcbliophile]

"I did okay with charms, I was worried about potions-- but I did good enough that I should be able to apply to be a healer when we graduate" Hanna was relieved they had done so well, and glad it was all almost over.

“I mean, getting N.E.W.T.s feels a little unreal now,” Neville says. “But I’m relieved I get a second chance at getting through Charms again. I know I can definitely do better than I did the first time ‘round.”

@bcbliophile​ gets a starter!  ( neville + hannah )

[starfall-spirit]

My assistant to the villain treats have arrived at last

[bcbliophile]

@crazedmuses

It was always odd, meeting another wolf and even odder when it wasn't a beta or an omega like herself. In truth she did not know how to handle the overwhelming smell that filled her nose when the bar door opened. Hannah was a healer by trade, but she had taken over the three broomsticks from her mother when she passed and tonight she was behind the bar as her usual bartender called in sick. Glass colored eyes followed the man as he walked further into the mostly empty bar. "Can I get you anything?" The omega asked, all be it a bit hesitantly.

[grievedifferent]

❝ hey! welcome, welcome! glad you could make it, @smiledickhead. s'cool of you. of everyone, actually, but hey! what's an annual winter getaway for if not for the THREE F's ... family, friends, and a whole lotta fun?? ❞ he offers a wink. ❝ and booze, of course. aw, come on ... don't tell me you're gonna spend the whole night reading, are you? i better see you taking at least one shot tonight, girl. that's the rule. everyone has to do a shot with joshy. ❞

[bcbliophile]

Maybe it was the blue moon-- maybe it was just how long they had been putting off the mating bite and her heat being so close-- but she hadn't been able to focus all damn day. Her only thoughts were about her alpha, more than once she caught herself trying to go to his office for some 'on the job training' but refrained when the job got busy. Eventually though they headed home and that was when the fun began.

She had never seen him like this, he normally took his time and they went slow-- but as she looked at the scrap of lace that use to be her panties and his hand connected with her ass this somehow became better. Each thrust was like fire, pushing her closer to the edge, her inner wolf howled with need wanting to please their alpha and his words made her preen.

"Only yours" Hannah whimpered, meeting his thrusts, her head rolling to one side to offer him more room, wanting his mark on her, wanting to be his and only his. "Only good for you, alpha."

@bcbliophile asked: 7 Aiden and Hannah

❈ — He was practically feral. The alpha was in desperate need for his omega all damn day and the second they were both home, he was on her like white on rice. Although he was usually tender with her, tonight was different. He wanted to leave his mark on her, to claim her. He'd waited long enough for this and knowing Hannah wanted it just as much as he did, nothing held him back anymore.

Strong hips slapped into her ass as he thrusted firmly from behind. She was bent over his bed, bra barely off and her skirt up passed her hips. Her panties, well, he'd have to buy her a new pair to make up for those.

"You're so good for me, baby.." He growled low in her ear then kissed her shoulder, still keeping a steady pace with his thrusting. "Such a good girl.. my good girl..."

[quiltysins]

status → open to male + female + trans muses.

muse → hannah drake, 28, bisexual submissive, actress or personal assistant.

plot → your muse convinced my muse to join the mile high club on a private jet.

connections → boss x employee, friends, dating, family, best friend's partner, co-star, or up to you!

kinks → step/cest or in-laws, adultery, power dynamics, exhibitionism, oral, anal, breeding, dubious consent, hair pulling, spanking and/or ( kinks list )

the perks of her job meant commercial flights just weren't a concern anymore. thankfully. she prefers the privacy of a jet, the calmer atmosphere, the intimacy of being one of few passengers to share a space. what she hadn't anticipated were the opportunities flying private would present. "oh- uhm. here?" suggestion present with the touch of their hand to her knee, her heart already palpitating like thunder at the thought of fucking forty-thousand feet above ground. glossy lower lip tugged delicately between her teeth, hannah's expression was evidently serious in her consideration . . . with blushing cheeks and a small smile, she nodded. "yeah, okay- sure. i haven't done this before though, so . . ." blue eyes fix on that of the other, careful to avoid any lingering stares of their present company.

[nerdstreak]

inching,,, crawling, even towards the pygm4l10n ending. the current mood atm