#i'm sure i gave myself a cavity writing this

[regicide1997]

On Tuesday, October 18th, 2022, I had periodontal surgery. I'd had a wire bar retainer across the backside of my bottom front teeth for about a decade, and it had been causing those teeth to be pushed too far forward, to the point that my gums had receded and the alveolar process of my mandible was visible. (I don't know if I'm getting all the terminology correct, but you get the point.)

So, I had a gum graft surgery on October 18th. The periodontist took some tissue from my pallet, and some blood from my arm, and sewed me up a replacement gingiva. It was extremely painful, during the surgery and after. I couldn't talk at all for a week. It was difficult to eat anything at all, and my only options for food from the cafeteria were almost entirely scrambled eggs, yogurt, and cottage cheese. The physical pain lasted for at least three or four weeks, but to be honest, I have no idea when it subsided, because on the night of October 22nd/early morning of October 23rd, Kitty Lark took xyr own life.

The psychological pain of that loss, the grief, the regret, immediately blended with the physical pain, and I'm pretty sure this introduced a physical component to what would have been a purely emotional/psychological trauma.

I've written multiple times about that grief, and when I feel the need I'll probably write about it again.

The surgery didn't take as well as we had hoped, and I'll probably need to have some type of follow-up work done later this year.

This past Friday, I had another dental appointment. I have a lot of cavities, plus a couple crowns to get done. This past Friday, the focus was on the cavities that had formed on my lower incisors, which were previously inaccessible due to the now-removed retainer bar. During the process of drilling, filling, and polishing those teeth, the dentists cut a bit into the gingiva. I am still in pain from those cuts, especially when I eat, drink, cough, talk, or generally just stretch my mouth.

And every time I feel that pain, I have flashbacks to those emails, one from Residence Life and one from the Department of Physics, announcing that the only out nonbinary physics student had passed away. I feel the pain in my gums and I am reminded of my deepest regret, that I was so afraid of the consequences of coming out that I never even introduced myself to xem. I never said hello. I never told xem xie was beautiful. I never gave xem xyr roses.

I open my mouth to eat, to speak, to cough, and I'm reminded again that every day is TDOR.

I definitely need therapy, or something. I don't know if this is a normal grief response or undiagnosed PTSD. But if I seem overly afraid of my friends dying this week, this is why.

[lich-of-the-golgari]

"You guys are fucking stupid, did you know that?" I sat behind the bars of a prison cell. Due to my particular profession, being head of the criminal underground, I was provided the highest security that money could buy. It was quite a nice cell, basically impenetrable. However, since I was taken rather abruptly, I hadn't left someone in charge in the event of this type of emergency. As such, I could only assume the amount of chaos going on outside. I turned to face the people who threw me in here, suits and capes, the paragons of morality. "You guys really are the dumbest fucks to ever live. Good luck."

"Enjoy the cell Mr. Cacioli, you'll be in there a while." said the shiniest and most publicly popular "heroes," Captain Fantastic. He guffawed at his own lame ass comment as he left. I gave him two weeks.

Six days later, Captain Fantastic and his entourage of "caped crusaders" were back at my cell, rummaging through my shit. I don't know why they bothered, I was THOROUGHLY cavity searched when I came in.

"How did you do it?" Captain Fantastic demanded.

"I'm not really sure what you mean." I said. "I have been catching up on my reading and taking a nice vacation from managing everything."

"Why is the city in chaos. Two heroes have been killed and crime rate is up 60%. You have to be involved." He grabbed me and threw me rather roughly against the wall, which was rather unpleasant. His eyes were filled with rage.

"See, that's the thing. I'm not involved. You should know that. I have no way to communicate with the outside world. I'm basically in a Faraday box. My meals are delivered by a deaf guard and there are no writing utensils here. What the fuck could I even do? So I did nothing."

"Then WHY IS CRIME SO BAD!" Captain Fantastic demanded.

"Obviously because the structure my group provided is no longer being provided. I united all the other gangs under one banner, set up rules of business, and enforced them with deadly power. I stopped the sale of drugs to anyone under the age of 17, I enforced duels between rival gang members to prevent gang wars. I assume no one is taking my job as a leader and just letting the fires burn." I laughed hard in his face.

"So you claim your crimes were for the sake of-"

"I'm going to stop you right there chief. I didn't do it for anyone other than myself. Where I grew up, I got to see my brother get shot in a drive-by because there was a rival gang member in our family's restaurant, I figured I could at least make it more efficient."

"So how do we stop it?"

"Simple. You don't do anything and let me do my fucking job."

Later on the news

Mob Boss Jonah Caciolli has escaped from prison in a shocking turn of events, and is in the process of regaining control of his criminal empire. This comes after a week of a historic crime rate surge...

You are a supervillain who commands most of the criminal underground, after being placed behind bars the heroes come to you for answers when crime shoots up by 60 percent.

[bubblesthemonsterartist]

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Zen has always been fond of the castle by firelight. As a boy, he slipped his minders leash more times than he cared to count, sneaking between the halos of torchlight and into the many shadows they afforded him. There was a certain freedom inthe silence, in the way his boots would echo in the emptiness while all but theguard slept. Squeezing into a crawl space between statues here and grabbing ahandhold among the trellis’s there, he was alone. An adventurer exploring new lands. A soldier heading off to war. A knight in search of a dragon to slay. All while being blessedly unseen.

He hadloved the dark. The anonymity of it had been… peaceful. A respite from the expectations of his birth. Truth be told, he still does - seeking it out just like the moon seeks the sky. The way light forges its own path through it is beautiful. Memorable. And in his own way, hesupposed, he understood Obi because of that. Found kinship with him and envy in the way that he never lost his casual relationship with something that Zen couldonly have in secret.

But rightnow, that darkness was getting in his way.

“Shirayuki!” He doesn’t know if it is thesoles of his boots or the tick of his heart that is pounding against the walls.“Shirayuki!”

And maybe, he thinks, heowes his retainers an apology.

~ ~ ~

Music swells, drowning out the rustle of cloth and creak of bones as the entirecathedral – including Zen, including the King – rise to their feet. And, in thecenter of it all, she stands among them. Rules them. For this brief moment, for thissingle minute in history, she is bestowed something approaching the respect that she deserves.

And she takes it. Like a dream,Shirayuki steps through sunlight stained by colored glass, down the aisle and up thealtar to claim her prize. 

She’s a vision in white, like he always knew shewould be, her hair curled and laced through with diamonds and rubies and pearls,wisteria dripping from her hands.

Her headbows as she stands before him. Even veiled, he can still see the emerald of hereyes, the burn of her blush, the bright shock of her hair.

Andwithout waiting for him to even offer, her gloved hands slide into his. Taking him boldly before the kingdom gives her the right.

Dearly beloved…

~ ~ ~

He’s panicking. 

The rush of blood deafens him, makes him sloppy. He’s already tried her rooms. And the pharmacy. And the rooftops and the hothouses. Each location, empty. Each location, swept clean and brightly lit and completely empty in preparation for today.

With every second he fails to find her, doubt creeps into his veins. Reminds him of his station. Of the multitude of reasons he might be too much trouble.

It would have been better if you were never born a Prince…

Heart in his throat, he rounds another corner. Maybe he should summon the guard. Inform them that there is a problem with security. Send out the call that Shirayuki has been kidnapped. Has run away. Has gotten cold feet and she doesn’t–

The leather of his boots screech against marble.

And he stops.

And stares.

There, in the dark of the garden, framed by the gaudy monstrosity of golden swans and colored lights and arches of water making up the fountain that could only be a gift from Prince Raj himself, Shirayuki stands. Eyes shut and mouth moving as she sways ever so slightly, hands folded tightly above her stomach.

His knees go weak, and he collapses against the nearest pillar. Ah, he was going to have to speak with Mitsuhide about his training schedule soon - All this paperworkwas finally starting to catch up with him. 

“Shirayuki,” he calls out, more breathless than he likes. “What are you doing?”

She comes to a sudden and guilty hault, spinning on her heel.

“Zen!”

~ ~ ~

“PrinceZen,” Lord Brecker interjects, not even a full five steps after he’s extracted himself from Lord Lido’s well wishes. “There’s still the matter of the land claim in the Yuris. If you could just speak with His Majesty on my behalf–”

It’s onlyyears of watching his brother that keeps his face from crumpling like a used tissue. With a carefully neutral smile in place, he nods along to the old bag. And maybe, just maybe, he entertains the thought of following Obi’s advice and absconding for a fortnight.

It wasn’tfair. It was their wedding day. But every noble in the country who was not ontheir deathbed was in attendance, all eager to remind him of their presence from the moment they walked into the ballroom. And, what felt like hours but was likely only minutes later, he was still he was wading through endlessmembers of nobility and visiting royalty.

“Excuseme.” A drink slides into his hand, a broad hand skating the length of hisshoulders. “His Highness is needed elsewhere for a moment.”

Zen onlyjust catches the flint of gold and the nudge of a leg against the back of his knee before theroom spins, Breckers annoyed face being exchanged for the faceless multitude. He looks to his side, and up.

A smile blooms across his lips. “ThanksObi,” he sighs, and lets himself be led. Hopefully to Shirayuki. “I wasn’t looking forward to whatever gripe he had about Kihal this time.”

Obi’s hand falls from his shoulder in a casual shrug. “You looked like you were drowning back there.”

“Mmph,” he takes a careful sip and jolts in surprise. It’s wine. Watered down. Zen casts Obi a long gaze out of the corner of his eye. “You would think they would give me some breathing room today out of all days.”

“There isno day off for a Prince, I suppose.”

Zen narrows his eyes even more, watching as that cat-like demeanor slants towards him.

“But,” Obi muses, in a tone too much like Izana for Zen’s poor heart. “Oh my,if you are the Prince, I wonder where the Princess might be?”

Zen blinks. “You’re not bringing me to her?” He scans the room. There’s a million faces, none of them the one he is looking for. “Wait. Weren’tyou supposed to be watching her?”

“WhyMaster!” Five fingers splay across Obi’s chest, brows arched. “You asked me to attend to you tonight,remember?” 

~ ~ ~

“I’msorry,” Zen takes a step forward, straining to pick her voice out from the shower of the fountain. “What did you say?”

Shirayuki’s hands are fisted at her side, shoulders reaching for her ears. And she blurts, 

“What ifI step on your feet?!”

Zen stops. Blinks. Stares at her, at a loss. “This has really been bothering you, hasn’t it?”

A delicate flush works its way up her neck and shesquirms. “We’re going to be dancing in front of everyone and I-” Her hands flex against empty air. “I don’twant to embarrass you!”

“Shirayuki.” He takes a step forward. “You won’t.”

“But what if I do?”

“Then go ahead and step on my feet!” Zen shrugs, lip tugging at one side when her mouth falls open. “What are they going to do? Revoke our marriage license? Demand that I divorce you for failing to complete a perfect turn?”

“Zen!”But she’s laughing now, cheeks flushed and eyes glittering. Dabbing at the corner of her eyes with a kerchief, she sniffs, “Be serious. Your brother–”

“Our brother,”he corrects softly, closing the distance between them. He takes her wrist, pulling the tissue away from her face. “Remember? My family is your family now. Nothing’s going to change that. Least of all some silly dance.”

Shirayuki’s eyes swell, face going blotchy, and she looks around, worried about the shadows that are doubtlessly watching them.

Brushingaside his cape, Zen extends his hand towards her. Like then, like always. “Comehere.”

She ducksher head, body suddenly so shy.

“Shirayuki,”he breathes again. “Please. I would like to dance with my wife.”

Her mouthparts, wordless, and she stares, tissue gripped tight against her breast.

“Mm,” isall she says, ducking beneath his arms and sliding her free hand into his.Her ring glints in the bare light, the weight of her hand in his something fought for.Something cherished.

~ ~ ~

I call it the Northern Star, he whispered, sliding the diamond band past her knuckles. A perfect fit. WhereverI go, it guides me back to you.

~ ~ ~

Musicswells in the distance between the gentle song of night critters and the trickle of the fountain, and Zen swaysmore than follows any particular set of steps until she stops shaking. Until the heaving of her back subsides, and then calms.

“This isnice,” she says softly, her mouth touching his lapel right above his heart. “Butwe should go in soon. They’re probably wondering where we are.”

She makes to pull back, but his hand tightens; molds her to him. There would certainly be no dancing like this once they returned, and he- well, he likes it.

“Wait,” he whispers, lacing his fingers through her hair. “Just a little whilelonger.”

Shirayukitucks her face against his neck, wet lashes tickling his pulse. A shiver races down his spine.

“Okay. Just a minute.”

“Mm.” Hepulls back, just slightly, pinching her chin between thumb and forefinger. Her head tilts back, hair spilling down over her shoulders and eyes wide and shimmering the same as they were that day so long ago in Kokoku Watchtower.

“Yea,” hebreathes against her lips. “It might take a few minutes more.”

[underfell-crystal]

HAHA TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY. I'll most likely write a third one today. Make sure to check out the art I've done for this series with the hashtag #StoryGlitch: UnderFell or #SG: UF !

I do not own any of the characters other than Crys, the girl with the white hair.

~~~Chapter Two: Meeting the Boss~~~

When Crys awoke, she was immediately assaulted by the smell of mustard. She blinked blearily at her surroundings, and heard a VERY loud snore from right next to her. She jumped, then looked to the side. She was greeted with Sans' sleeping face. Or, rather, she assumed he was sleeping. He still had a grin on his face, but his eyesockets were somehow closed. Fascinated, Crys squirmed into an upright position in his arms and pressed a small hand to his cheekbone. The bone was surprisingly warm, and tingled lightly under her touch. Sans grunted and snorted again, shifting at her touch. Crys touched the bone covering his eyesockets, and one opened, revealing a red light inside it.

Sans blinked at the small human child that was inches away from his face. "Uh.... kiddo? Whatcha doing?"

Crys tapped the bone above his eyesockets.  "How?"

"Huh?"

"How do your eyes close? You're just bone."

Sans chuckled, the rumble shaking Crys' entire body. "Well, babybones, I'll tell ya a secret."

Crys looked at him with large, curious eyes. Sans continued as she hung on his every word. "Now, ya can't tell anyone about this, okay? The secret is..... It's.... magic."

He winked conspirationally, grinning as Crys frowned, disappointed with his lack of explanation.

"That's not a real answer!"

"'Course it is, babybones, ya just don't like it."

Sans stretched and yawned. Immediately, Crys reached out her tiny hands and touched the edge of one of his sharp teeth.

"Ah... kid?? Wha ar ya 'oin?"

Crys was too busy poking his shark teeth to answer. His large hands carefully took hold of her wrists and pulled her hands away from his mouth. Crys huffed, and Sans chuckled nervously.

"Uh... don't go around pokin' into people's mouths, okay kiddo?"

Crys nodded and sat back on Sans' 'stomach'. Sans grinned at her.

"Want some food now?"

Crys nodded eagerly, and Sans picked her up again and shuffled into the kitchen, reheating a plate with two hot dogs on it. After they were done, Sans set her on the couch and gave her the plate. Upon further inspection, Crys noted that the hot dogs had tiny cat ears and a feline face carved into it, and solemnly ate the cute little thing. She was almost done with her first hot cat when a faint shout broke the silence. Sans jumped, then swore.

"Shit! I forgot Boss' shift is over!"

Sans scooped her up, looking down at her apologetically. "Sorry kid.. I'm gonna keep ya hidden, okay? Jus' don't move around too much."

Before she could protest or question him, Sans lifted up his red sweater and dispensed Crys into the cavity beneath his ribcage and above his pelvis. A moment later, his sweater went down, leaving Crys with very little light. The shouting was quite close now, and she heard the sound of a door being slammed open, a sharp, grating voice ringing through her ears.

"Sans! Why the fuck weren't you at your post earlier?!"

Sans coughed. "Well, Boss..... I uh.... jus' overslept is all."

The grating voice got shriller, and Crys winced, covering her ears. "Sans, you lazy ass, what if a human came through?! We must be on guard at all times! Do not let me catch you slacking off again, or I'll dust you!"

Loud, stomping footsteps made the stairs groan, and a door slammed somewhere. Sans let out a breath, his shoulders sagging. He lifted up his sweater and removed Crys from his ribcage.

"Sorry, kiddo... that was m' bro."

Crys blinked owlishly at him. "He didn't seem very nice."

Sans chuckled, though it seemed empty. "Yeah.... but he's a real softie."

Sans ascended the stairs, human child secure in his arms. He shuffled past the first door, entering the door with odd colorful flames coming out from under it. He closed the door and set Crys on the mattress on the floor. He sat down in front of her.

"Okay, babybones... we need to get ya a disguise."

Crys tilted her head. "What for?"

Sans looked nervous. He rubbed the back of his 'neck', looking away. "Listen, babybones, people.... aren't very nice down here."

"But you're nice," Crys pointed out. Sans let out an amused huff.

"Yeah, well.... everyone else isn't. And they'll likely want ta hurt ya and take yer Soul."

"My Soul?"

Sans gave her an odd look, before a look of understanding crossed his face. "Okay, babybones, don't panic, okay? I'm gonna show you yer Soul."

Crys nodded slowly, still confused. Sans leaned forward and pressed a large hand against the front of the red sweater, and when he drew it back, he was holding a blue heart. Sans sucked in a sharp breath, and Crys looked up at him. His gaze was locked on the heart in front of her. "Babybones.... what happened to yer Soul? Who hurt ya?"

His tone was low, almost a growl. Crys looked back at the blue heart and saw that it was cracked- a single white crack down to the center of the heart. Crys couldn't find it in herself to answer him. Sans cupped his hands around the blue heart gently, like he was holding a baby bird. Finally, his gaze lifted and met hers. "Babybones.... yer Soul is damaged... 's halfway through shatterin'... what happened to ya?"

Crys' throat was dry. She licked her lips and looked down, fidgeting with the hem of the sweater. She saw a couple white particles floating around her legs. "I.... I dunno... there was a man with blue strings... I kept going back, until I found a way to.... to escape... it hurt so much... I..... my momma..... I couldn't- I couldn't..."

Sans flinched as her eyes welled up with tears, his gaze darting down to the small blue Soul in his hands. He carefully moved closer and let the heart go back into Crys' chest. He picked her up and sat down on the bed, stroking her hair as she started to cry into his sweater, murmuring soothingly to her. More white particles appeared as she cried, the memories of the pain and the screaming resurfacing and hitting her like a tsunami. Finally, when she was all cried out, the particles slowly disappated. Sans rested his skull on top of her head, still running his bone-fingers through her hair. "Shh, babybones.... 's okay.... yer okay..."

Crys gulped and took a shaky breath, tilting her head back to look at him. "I-Is that why m-my.... Soul is broken...? 'Cuz of the man with the strings?"

Sans looked regretful as he nodded. "'Fraid so, babybones... and I dunno if ya can be healed... never seen a Soul halfway through shatterin'."

Crys sniffled, a couple white particles appearing around her arms. "So I'm gonna be broken forever?"

Sans shook his head, sensing her growing distress. "Yer not broken, babybones... yer strong. Ya lived through a huge amount of trauma. That's crazy!"

Crys looked up at him, tears slowing their waterfall down her face. Sans grinned at her. "Yer the strongest li'l human I know, babybones."

Crys smiled shakily at him, wiping away her tears. Sans nuzzled the top of her head, still cradling her protectively in his arms. "Let's get ya somethin' new to wear, yeah?"

Crys nodded, and he stood up, walking over to a messy closet. He began sorting through the clothes with one hand, holding her with his other arm. He grunted, pulling out a few articles of clothing and a pair of shoes that were far too large for her. He shuffled back to the bed and laid out his findings on the bed. There was another sweater- a black one-, a red hoodie that looked it could drown her in the amount of fabric, a pair of thick yellow socks, and a pair of black trousers. Sans turned away as she pulled off the tear-stained sweater and dressed in her new garments. She struggled to tie the shoes with the long sleeves covering her hands, but Sans came to her rescue, lacing them up tight enough so she wouldn't trip over her feet every time she took a step. He chuckled.

"Yer tiny, babybones... ya need some actual kid-sized clothes."

Crys nodded. She knew she looked ridiculous, with the huge shoes on her feet and the hoodie that was obviously meant for a person much bigger than her. Sans shuffled over to the closet again and came back with a white cloth mask with a cartoon smile printed onto it. Crys stared at it, then at Sans. "What's that for?"

Sans let out his rumbly laugh. "So ya won't be immediately recognized as a human, babybones."

He tied the mask around her nose and mouth. Some of her skin was still showing, and Sans moved her hair so most of her forehead was covered. He surveyed her with a 'this is good enough' look on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but an angry shout interrupted whatever he was going to say.

"SANS!! Get your lazy cocyx down here before I drag you out myself!!"

Sans turned towards the door, grumbling. "I'm comin', I'm comin'!"

Apparently he wasn't going fast enough, because as he was reaching for the door, it was slammed open, a very, VERY tall figure looming in the doorway. A pair of cold red lights locked onto Crys before turning to Sans.

"Sans..... what the fuck is that?"

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[mrsalwayswrite]

Ahhh!!! I'm so glad you liked it!!! I'm pretty sure I gave myself a cavity while writing it. 😄

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Fjaka (Ivar x reader)

Summary: You dwell on the thought of how sometimes doing nothing with Ivar makes you the happiest.

This is my entry to @doctorwhoandfairytaillover short and sweet challenge! Congrats on all your followers! I'm so happy for you!

Fjaka (Croatian)– "the sweetness of doing nothing"

The book quote at the beginning of the story comes from one of my favorite books 'Mara, Daughter of the Nile', page 210. (if anyone is interested)

Words: 699

Warnings: Pure, sugary fluff. Soft Ivar. One swear word.

Triumph swept over Mara, giving way immediately to something so much stronger and deeper that every other reality dropped sway. She found herself clinging to him fiercely, caught up in an emotion more compelling than any she had known. For once she did not plan or scheme or use her wits, since it was quite impossible. She did not even think. 

You closed your eyes for a brief respite, allowing the emotions of the story to flow over you like a gentle stream. The character Mara could not place a name to this new feeling carving its way into her being. But you could – love. 

Lifting your gaze, you stared at the man sitting on the couch with you. Your legs stretched over his lap, his arms rested on them as he held a game controller. His radiant blue eyes glued onto the TV screen, playing some video game that frequently made him swear and grumble about getting his brothers back. Laying the book in your lap, but careful not to lose your page, you rested the side of your head on the leather couch, admiring your fiancé. 

You thought back to your own declarations of love. It was not intense or overly romantic like in the book you were reading. A slave and a lord, betraying customs and social conformity, throwing themselves into an well of hopeful love, only to hit rock bottom. 

No, your own declarations were much simpler, more tranquil. It happened laying in bed next to one another, the morning sunlight spilling over you two. Neither of you moved, even as both of your alarms had blared repeatedly already. Instead, words of contentment, satisfaction and love filled the narrow space between your bodies. Nothing profound. Nothing world-shattering. Just an acknowledgement shared in that moment, solidifying the dedication and love between the two of you. 

He must have sensed your gaze on him, since he spoke without removing his eyes from the TV screen. "What?"

"Nothing."

This time he quickly glanced at you before turning back and humming his disbelief. 

"I just…I guess I was just reminded of how much I love you."

"Are they fucking in your book right now?" 

"Ugh! No! That's not why!" You smacked his shoulder lightly with the side of your book, not that the book was actually thick enough to do much damage. "I was just….thinking."

With a quirk of his lips, he paused his video game. Using a single finger under your chin, he guided your lips to his. The kiss he placed was so gentle, so tender, you were unable to do anything but melt under his touch and lean into him wanting more. No confection, no sugar, no candy or chocolate could ever be sweeter or more satisfying than this kiss. For it delved deep into your soul, further wrapping you in the knowledge of his complete and utter love for you. 

Ever so slowly, he drew back to kiss the tip of your nose and then turn to his prior spot. "I love you too." After that, he returned to his game, unpausing it only to then colorfully swear about some idiot on the screen. 

The smile on your face could easily rival the sun in its brightness. With that adorning your face, you opened your book back up, returning to the characters and their newfound, forbidden love. 

You were happy in the contentment, the simplicity of your life with Ivar. It may not be riveting or dramatic. Certainly nothing that would ever be written about or made into a song. But that did not matter. It was these quiet moments shared between the two of you that were your favorite, and his. Unlike the characters in your story, whose love was like a threatening storm; the love shared between you and Ivar was an oak tree – strong, resilient and peaceful with deep roots. 

Your life with Ivar had its ups and downs, like all relationships, but it was these moments where you seemed to be doing nothing together….they were what spoke loudest of the happiness surrounding you two. The joy of companionship and just being with one another. A simplicity that is profound. 

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To Call Forth Love - Chapter 9

Yay! Next chapter! True confessions, this *sorta* slow burn is killing me….and i’m the one writing it! (sorry not sorry?)

Warnings: some swearing, nothing really, Hvitserk being a good bro?

Words:7100 (I hope these longer chapters make up for the wait)

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The ringing of her phone had Kari dropping the leggings she was folding on her bed to quickly snatch it up. 

“Albus!”

The voice on the other end sighed. “You know I hate that nickname.”

Kari laughed, picking the leggings back up to fold. “But it fits you so perfectly.”

“I am not an old wizard.”

“I’ll give you that, but you’re studious, kind and too wise for someone your age. So close enough.”

“I suppose if I haven���t been able to convince you to drop that nickname for the past ten years, I won’t be able to now.”

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