#one meel a day

[girlgenius1111]

sick day

alexia putellas x reader... mila fic illness strikes the putellas household, and alexia is determined to take care of her baby... even if she is sick too. you think about how far your wife has come. sickfic things :) soft mami alexia 🙂

Alexia’s alarm blared through the house, waking you up where you were passed out in the rocking chair in Mila’s room. Your daughter stirred, but was evidently too exhausted from keeping you up half the night to fully wake up. 

Somewhat grumpily, you stood up and stretched, before making your way to the bedroom. You were assuming Alexia had gotten up early and started to get dressed without turning off her alarm, leaving it to go off on her nightstand. When you walked into the room, though, and saw her still out cold in bed, you instantly knew something was wrong. You turned her alarm off and gently tried to rouse your wife. Her skin was hot to the touch, and you frowned, beginning to have an idea as to what was wrong with the blonde. 

Pushing a few sweaty strands of hair off her forehead, you watched as her face scrunched with discomfort. “Baby, wake up for me.” You murmured. 

Alexia just groaned in response, reaching out a hand to grab a fistful of your shirt, as if she was afraid you were going to go. 

“You’re really hot. Are you feeling okay?” 

Alexia shook her head mutely, squirming until she had kicked the covers away from one of her legs. You knew she was feeling bad, if only for the lack of jokes made about you calling her ‘really hot’. 

“Sick.” She mumbled pathetically, tugging on your shirt until you gave in and sat on the bed next to her. She snuggled into your side, radiating heat, and you tried not to flinch away when her warm cheek pressed onto your thigh. You carded your fingers through her hair, making a mental list of all the things you’d need to grab and make sure to do, the first of which being calling her out of training. Once you had texted the other captains, trusting them to pass the message along to the coaching staff, you focused back on Alexia. 

“I’m sorry you don’t feel well. Let me get you some medicine, okay?” 

You tried to slide out of her grasp, but she wouldn’t budge. Her arms remained wrapped around your leg, her cheek firmly planted against it. “No. Stay. Need you.” She murmured, not making very much sense. 

“I’m not going anywhere, I just want to grab something to help you feel better.” You told her, smiling a bit at the pout on her face, and the way she shook her head into you. 

“No. You make me feel better. Stay.” She insisted, pressing herself even further into you as if to prove a point. As you were about to respond, though, you heard a soft ‘Mama!’ come over the baby monitor, and Alexia shot upright. “Mila.” She said raspily, clearly delirious with fever as she tried to climb out of bed. You stopped her, gently pushing her to lie back down. 

“No. Stay.” You echoed her words from before. “I’ll check on Meels, you stay here.” 

“Bring her?” Alexia asked, relenting as she flopped back onto the pillows. 

You shook your head sympathetically, though. “No, I don’t want you to get her sick.” 

Alexia frowned but nodded nonetheless, gesturing for you to go to the baby, who was still making quite the racket. “Give her a kiss for me.” Alexia said sadly.

Alexia drifted off while you went to check on your daughter, picking her up and frowning at the heat coming off her skin as well. She whined, flopping into your chest without saying a word. 

Your wife startled awake when you reentered the room, looking surprised and concerned at the sight of a very grumpy baby in your arms. She was still in her pajamas, her cheek resting on your shoulder as she pouted, clearly feeling as awful as her Mami did. 

“Amor?” Alexia questioned, sitting up with a grimace as her head pounded at the movement. 

“She’s sick too, I think. She’s got a fever and she’s all stuffed up.” You commented. “So you two can be sick in here together.” You handed Mila to Alexia, heart almost bursting at the sight of Alexia carefully cradling her daughter to her chest and resting a hand on her forehead. Mila was still frowning, though she snuggled into Alexia as soon as she could. 

Alexia looked up at you in a panic. “She is really warm! We need to take her temperature and give her medicine and something to eat, and maybe some water, and we should call the doctor just in case,” 

“I’ve got it. I’ll take care of both my girls.” You assured her, pressing a lingering kiss to her hot forehead. “Just sit here with her while I get some stuff for you both.” 

You rushed around the house, gathering the thermometer, some crackers, adult and baby medicine, and snagging Mila’s plush bear that she was rather obsessed with, before heading back to your bedroom. You walked in, not really looking up at your wife before dumping everything onto the bed, and picking out the thermometer. You turned to Alexia, ready to wrangle her into letting you take her temperature, only to find her sniffling, her eyes suspiciously glossy. 

“Ale?” You said softly, stepping closer to cup her face in your hand. “Why are you crying?” 

“Did I get her sick?” Alexia asked tearfully, staring down at the slumbering baby. “Is she sick because of me?” 

You repressed a sigh, instead opting to lean forward and kiss your wife’s forehead. “Ale, you got sick today. You can’t have gotten her sick if she came down with it at the same time.” 

“Oh. Right.” Alexia sniffled. She settled back into the pillows, her arms keeping Mila held tightly against her. “I knew that. I can barely think straight, my head is all cloudy.” 

She sounded miserable, and you thought back to a time where Alexia would only admit what was wrong once she hit her absolute breaking point. 

—

You hadn’t thought about it, until that day, that in the entire year you’d been with Alexia, you’d never seen her sick. Either the woman had an insane immune system, or she didn’t let you see her sick. But with an important training session today, Alexia couldn’t avoid you like she normally would have. And for some reason, she was having a harder time than normal pretending she was okay. 

Her movements were sluggish, her eyes squinting from the sun in a way they normally never did. She’d barely had any water, and her hands shook whenever she pointed out where she wanted the ball. Everyone could see it, but no one had the guts to tell their captain that she looked like she shouldn’t be training. 

Well, no one but you. You’d watched on for long enough, hoping that she would take a break for herself, without anyone having to make her, but after she pushed away a water bottle handed in her direction, opting instead to glare off into the distance, you were tired of waiting. Her face had grown alarmingly pale, suddenly devoid of any color despite the high temperatures. Training was almost done anyway, and you quietly asked the coach for permission to try to get Alexia to step away and go home with you early. He easily agreed, able to see like everyone else that your girlfriend was barely still on her feet. It was alarming that she didn’t notice you speaking to him, even more alarming when she didn’t move even an inch when you grabbed her hand in yours. Normally, she didn’t like to be very physical with you at work, wanting to remain professional. 

“Ale?” You said gently. She just grunted in response, staring off at the sky with her jaw clenched. “Come on, baby.” 

You���d correctly clocked that she wasn’t speaking, for whatever reason, so she was unable to argue with you as you began to pull her towards the locker room. Her hand was clammy in yours, and she stumbled slightly next to you as you both walked. You wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her. Only when you arrived in the changing room did you let go, guiding her to sit down on the bench in front of her locker. 

“Alexia?” You prompted, crouching down in front of her. She looked at you for the first time, eyes filling with tears. Hastily, you placed both your hands on her knees, trying to soothe her. “Talk to me.” 

“I… I might be a little sick.” She managed, blinking hard. “I’m okay, though. Really.”  

“Alexia.” You fixed her with a look which only made her look like a defiant toddler. 

She frowned at you, not used to being called out on the bullshit she spewed when she was sick. “It’s just a little… insect?” 

“A little bug.” You corrected with a smile, rubbing your thumb across her cheekbone affectionately. “Tell me your symptoms.”  

“No-”

“Alexia, we have a match this weekend and if you want to be better in time, you need to tell me how sick you are so I can help.” 

Alexia’s frown deepened, but she relented, dropping her head as she spoke. “Throat hurts. Really bad.” She croaked, coughing weakly into the crook of her elbow. “Head. Stomach. Nose is all… stuffed.” 

She seemed genuinely distraught to be so ill, like her body had betrayed her, which you supposed it had. But this is what happened when you ran yourself into the ground, not that you’d tell Alexia that right now. That lecture could wait. 

“Okay. We’re going to go home, take a shower, take some cold medicine, and you’re going to go right to bed.” 

“Amor,” She whined, looking longingly back out at the training ground. 

You scoffed. “I’m not asking Putellas. Get your bag.” 

With a sigh and a glare sent your way, she slipped her boots off and her slides on as you did the same. She stood, bag slung over her shoulder, looking absolutely miserable as you both began to make your way to the car. You reached for her hand, a bit relieved when she intertwined her fingers with yours; she wasn’t really mad, then. It was silent for a few moments, before her raspy voice pulled you from your thoughts.  

“Amor? Can you carry my bag?” She asked quietly, her face burning with shame… or maybe that was just the fever. Either way, you smiled encouragingly at her, nodding and throwing her bag over your shoulder. It was one of the first times Alexia asked you for help in a genuine, meaningful way, and it made you ridiculously happy. 

—

Alexia didn’t seem to have the same reservations now as she did then, and for that you were grateful. She dutifully opened her mouth to let you take her temperature, her fingers fidgeting with Mila’s wisps of hair. The baby was out cold on her Mami, letting out the smallest and most adorable snores you’d ever heard in your life. 

The thermometer beeped and you pulled it away to check the little screen, frowning down at the result. 

“What?” Alexia asked, feeling irrationally worried that her fever would be high enough for her to need to go see a doctor. 

“I don’t know, Ale. This says you’re really hot.” You said, eyebrows knit together as you looked back up at her. 

“Too hot?” 

You forced yourself to remain serious. “Maybe we should see a doctor… but I’m not sure who specializes in making people less sexy?”

Alexia’s frown gave way to a small smile before she forced a glare back on her face. “Tonta. You scared me!” 

“You were frowning too much, I had to do something.” You laughed, patting her cheek affectionately. “Just a small fever, don’t worry. Move Mila a bit so I can get hers?”

Alexia shifted her arms protectively around the baby. “Amor she’s sleeping, don’t wake her.” 

You rolled your eyes, picking up the other thermometer, the one that went across the forehead. “This won’t wake her.” 

Alexia stared at you as you took Mila’s temperature, smoothing the thermometer across her forehead.  “Why didn’t you use that one on me?” She asked, borderline pouting at this point. 

“Your head is too big for it.” You said casually, reaching for the box that had Mila’s baby medicine in it. 

“Hey!” Alexia protested. “I have a regular sized head!” 

You chuckled, reading the label on the back of the box to yourself before giving Alexia your attention. “Ale, amor, that is a baby thermometer.” 

“Oh.” 

“Oh.” You mocked, dodging her hand as it came out to lightly hit your arm. “She has to take her medicine with food, but her fever isn’t too bad yet so I think we can let her sleep. You should eat something so you can take something, though.” 

Alexia grew pale at your words, and she shook her head. “No thank you.” 

“Not hungry?”Alexia shook her head again, lips pressed tightly together. “Are you nauseous?” 

This time, you got a small nod. You handed her her water bottle, instructing her to take small sips. “You’re probably dehydrated. Let me get you some electrolyte water.” 

“And cough drops, please. And a cool washcloth for my head. And one for Mila’s. And-”

“I’ll get it all, Ale, don’t worry.” You promised, amused as you always were at how easily Alexia now allowed you to take care of her. 

“Thank you, amor.” She called out sweetly, shifting under the covers so that her and Mila were nice and tucked in.

You shook your head, impressed with Alexia for her growth, and honestly with yourself for forcing it. She had, once, been the most difficult patient.

—

It was routine, at this point, for you to show up at Alexia’s the morning after a match, coffee and pastries in hand. You and Alexia both needed time to unwind by yourselves, so you each spent the night at your own apartments, before spending the entire off day together. Really, both of you wished deeply that there was no night away from each other, but the prospect of bringing that up and seeming clingy terrified you both out of saying anything. 

You knocked, as you always did, expecting your girlfriend to quickly answer the door, still cozy in her pajamas, all ready to spend the day the way she most liked; with you. This time, though, there was no audible movement from the other side of the door, no Alexia greeting you with a soft smile and a peck on the cheek. You knocked again, torn between worrying for Alexia, and worrying that, somehow, you’d completely missed some signal that she didn’t want you to come over today. 

Before you could knock for a third time, though, the door opened, just a crack. Alexia looked horrible, her face sickly pale and a sheen of sweat visible on her forehead. She had a deep frown set on her face, one that you immediately matched. 

“Ale-?”

“Go home. Please.”

The thought of feeling rejected didn’t even cross your mind, too concerned by the raspy sound of your girlfriend's voice, the squint of her eyes as she looked at you. 

“What’s wrong baby?” 

“Just a headache. I’ll be okay tomorrow.” She rasped, attempting to shut the door on you. You shoved your foot in just in time, hearing her sigh as she allowed you to push your way into her apartment. All the shades were drawn, every light off, and you quickly shut the door behind you, stopping the flood of light from the hallway. Alexia relaxed minutely after you did so, though she continued to try to get you to leave. “Amor, please. I just need quiet and sleep.” 

For a moment, you felt unsure of yourself. The last, and only, time you’d seen Alexia sick, it had been a quick 24 hour thing, and there wasn’t much you could do for her. There wasn’t much she’d let you do for her, other than dropping her off at home and allowing you to make sure she had cold medicine in her cabinet. 

You reached out, placing your hand on her arm, feeling slightly emboldened by the way she leaned into the contact. “You can have quiet and sleep even if I’m here taking care of you.” 

Alexia shook her head, grimacing at the motion. “No, it’s your day off. Go do something fun, you don’t have to be here with me.” 

You gave her an odd look, taking her hand in yours as you began to pull her back to her bedroom. “I want to be here. Besides, I won’t have any fun knowing you’re miserable here all by yourself.” 

“But amor,”

“No, Ale. I’m staying.” 

Acting more confident than you felt, you guided her towards her bed, shoving gently at her arms to get her to sit down on the edge. She slumped down, barely having the strength to hold herself up, let alone argue anymore with you. You sighed sympathetically, cradling her cheek in your hand. 

“Just a headache?” You asked doubtfully. 

Alexia let out a noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a groan, opening her eyes to blearily look at you. “Maybe… maybe it is a migraine.” 

“Maybe.” You scoffed quietly, guiding her to lay down and pulling the covers up around her. “I’ll let you sleep in a minute, but have you taken anything?” 

Your girlfriend’s grimace deepened. “No. I do not need anything.” 

“Ale-”

“I said no.” Alexia snapped, guilt panging in her chest at the hurt look on your face. She knew, logically, that you were just trying to help but the prospect of taking medicine, of admitting that she really wasn’t okay was completely terrifying to her. She didn’t want to admit any weakness, especially not to you. She had to be the strong one. That was the role she’d always played in relationships, the role she played in life, and she didn’t intend for that to change now. 

Alexia had to be okay, so that she could make sure you were okay. 

Ridiculously, she felt tears cloud her eyes, a few threatening to fall as you turned around and walked out of her room without another word. She didn’t object, thinking that you were leaving, and she deserved nothing less with the way she’d treated you today. The blonde remained silent as she cried, squeezing her eyes shut as if that would lessen the pain in her head, and in her chest. Only now that you were gone did she realize how much she wanted you to just… be here with her. 

Too focused on breathing through her tears, she didn’t hear you walking back into the room until you were right next to the bed, thumb brushing a tear off her cheek. 

“You’re okay, love. You’re going to feel better soon, please just take these for me.” You requested, holding out your hand in which a few pills sat. Alexia’s eyes blinked open in surprise, her lip trembling as she looked up at you in wonder. She reached for the pills, still completely silent, taking them dry.  

“I am sorry.” She rasped after a second. You reached for her water, brows knitted together as you tried to work out what she was apologizing for. “You can go. You do not have to stay, I understand.” 

You shook your head, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and pushing her hair out of her face. It was down, probably only making her hotter, and you made a mental note to put it up for her when you had a second. 

“Ale, I told you. I’m not going anywhere.” You promised, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Can I get you to eat something?” 

Your girlfriend still looked very confused. “N-no. I tried to eat and it didn’t go well.” She blushed heavily at the statement, but you didn’t look phased at all, continuing to stroke her hair. 

“Okay. Just small sips of water then. Anything else you need, baby?” 

Again, Ale shook her head. “No, I am okay. I am fine, amor, please do not worry or feel like you have to stay, I really feel fine-”

You cut her off, covering her mouth with your hand. She looked affronted, and you fought back a smile. 

“I’m staying, Alexia. And please stop saying you’re fine, you aren’t. It’s okay, you don’t have to be fine.” 

The blonde just blinked at you before slowly nodding her head. Her eyes were beginning to droop, her grip on your shirt loosening just slightly. 

“Okay, close your eyes. I’m just going to grab one more thing and then I’ll be back.” 

It only took a few minutes for you to grab a small towel out of her linen closet and wet it with cool water before returning to her room. Alexia’s eyes weren’t shut. Instead, they were open, tracking your every movement as she fought sleep. She sighed in relief when you laid the towel across her forehead, though she still clearly refused to let herself sleep, gaze still fixed on you. 

“Thank you.” She said softly, the words feeling inadequate, yet the look in your eyes told her that you understood how grateful she was in that moment. 

“Of course, baby. Do you need anything else?” 

Alexia hesitated for a moment, stealing herself before she took a deep breath and patted the spot on the bed next to her hopefully. You smiled at her, the sunshine smile she always got lost in, the sight of it making the pain in her head dull for just a moment. 

Before getting under the covers with her, you took your shirt off and discarded it onto the floor, for your benefit as much as hers. Alexia was absolutely radiating heat, but you didn’t dare pull the covers away from her while she was awake. 

Finally, you slid into the bed with Alexia. Nudging the midfielder forward, you situated yourself behind her, allowing her to rest back against your body. Her warm cheek turn to settle against your chest, and even though the towel touching your skin gave you chills, you were happy to provide her a bit of comfort. 

“Feeling a bit better?” You asked, brushing a piece of hair away from her sweaty forehead. 

“Yeah.” She admitted. 

She really was. Her head already felt better from the medicine, her body temperature wasn’t as suffocating, and the comfort she got from the feeling of being held by you was inexplicable. 

“You are… good medicine.” She mumbled, hands resting over where yours lay across her stomach. 

You smiled, pressing a kiss into her hair. Sick Ale, when she wasn’t being ridiculously stubborn, was incredibly adorable. 

—

It was this same medicine that Alexia preferred, even now. Years had passed, and she still swore that laying in your arms made her feel better than any pill she could take. Evidently, Mila agreed, because she’d spent the day either sprawled across either Alexia’s chest or yours. 

She stubbornly turned away from the little cup of medicine you tried to get her to take, grumpily grumbling into her Mami’s shirt as she hid from you. 

“Mila,” you laughed, running your nails up and down her back. The baby just grunted, though she’d started talking in earnest recently, phrases and sentences coming along nicely though she preferred one word answers most of the time. “Come on, baby. It’ll make you feel better.” 

“No.” Mila declared, clinging tightly onto Alexia’s shirt as if her Mami wouldn’t make her take the medicine she so despised. Which, in any other case, would have been accurate. Now, though, Mila’s temperature was high and she looked completely miserable. The medicine was necessary, and you both knew it. 

“Mila, venga.” Alexia pried her baby’s hands off her shirt, turning her around so there was nowhere for her to hide. Mila promptly burst into tears at the sight of you still sitting on the edge of the bed, the red liquid in hand. Alexia shushed her, sitting up with a frown, growing paler as she did so. 

“Don’t want it,” Mila sobbed, looking pleadingly between you and your wife. 

Alexia looked at you, and you looked right back at her. Being sick wouldn’t get Alexia out of having to play the bad cop; you’d made it clear that Alexia couldn’t just rely on you to be strict with Mila after the 10th time she picked Mila up from her tummy time before she was done. 

“I’ll take it with you, cariño, sí? You take your medicine, and Mama will put on a movie for you, and you can have some ice cream. Okay?” 

You rolled your eyes at the bribery, though you really didn’t care and were moments off of doing the same thing. 

“Okay.” Mila huffed dramatically, glaring as you brought the medicine to her lips. “No! Mami first.” 

“Vale, vale” Alexia chuckled, taking the cup from your hand and tossing it back easily. Mila watched her closely, looking somewhat placated when your wife didn’t make a face. You refilled the cup, smiling proudly when Mila allowed you to tip it into her mouth. She made a face, spluttering unnecessarily at the taste. 

“Yucky!” She exclaimed, frowning at the bottle of children's medicine until you put it on the nightstand, out of sight. “Ice cream.” 

“Okay, princesa. Ice cream.” You agreed, kissing her on the forehead and heading out of the room, not thinking to glance at your wife’s face. 

Something you would regret when you entered the room again, the question of if Mila wanted sprinkles or not on the tip of your tongue, only to find the two and a half year old sitting by herself on the bed, eyes fixed on the TV. 

“Mila? Where is Mami?” You wondered, glancing towards the bathroom door but not seeing a light coming from underneath. 

Wordlessly, Mila pointed to the bathroom, entranced by the movie playing. 

With a frown you walked to the bathroom door, knocking and waiting a beat before pushing it open. Alexia was hunched over the toilet, trying in vain to keep the sound of her being sick quiet. 

“Oh, Ale,” you sighed, leaving the door open a crack behind you before crouching down at your wife’s side. 

She finished, leaning back into you with an exhausted sigh. You flushed the toilet and allowed your wife to settle back against your chest. 

“Joder.” She swore. “That medicine is horrible, mi amor. I almost threw up all over Mila.” 

You laughed, running your hand up and down her abdomen. “I’m sorry, love. You were very brave.” 

She pouted slightly, sitting up off you and attempting to climb to her feet. “I’m just glad Mila didn’t throw up.” 

You got up too, wrapping an arm around her waist when she took an unsteady step towards the door. “Ale, don’t say that yet–”

As you were about to finish your sentence, almost as if she understood comedic timing, Mila shouted out from the bedroom. 

“Mami! Don’t feel good,” she cried, a tremble to her voice that told you what was coming. Abandoning Alexia in favor of saving your sheets, you moved as fast as you could out of the bathroom and to Mila’s side, arriving just a second too late. You rubbed her back as she threw up onto the bed, cringing internally at what cleaning this up would entail. Alexia stepped out of the bathroom, face going white again at the sight in front of her, wordlessly holding out her arms for Mila. 

“Bath time, mija.” She said soothingly, picking her daughter up and looking at you. “I can change the bedding once–”

You rolled your eyes fondly, gently nudging her towards the bathroom door. “No, Ale. I’ll handle the bed. You get her cleaned up.” 

Alexia nodded wearily, knowing full well she would only be capable of getting Mila clean before she collapsed back onto the bed in exhaustion. Hopefully, onto some clean sheets. 

“Sorry, Mami.” Mila whimpered, clinging on tight to your wife as she was carried into the bathroom. 

“It’s alright, Mija. I threw up, too. It happens. We just have to rest until we feel better, vale?” 

You smiled, beginning to pull the sheets off the bed. Ale had come so far her somewhat self destructive habits fading with time, and with love from you. She liked to take care of herself, now, if for no other reason than to be a good example for her daughter. 

You ended up under the fresh sheets and covers an hour later, your wife settled between your legs, back to your chest. You ran your fingers through her hair and she did the same to Mila, her daughter laid directly on top of her, dressed in a clean, fuzzy onesie. Mila was so much like your wife, and you were grateful for that every day. 

“Cariño? Do you want to take some more medicine?” Alexia wondered, rubbing her hand over her daughter’s back. After the earlier… incident… you’d agreed not to push the medicine issue, especially since Mila’s fever had dropped. 

Mila frowned up at her Mami, shoving her face into Alexia’s shirt. 

“No. Cuddles.” She grumbled. 

Alexia chuckled, kissing the top of her daughter's head. 

“Sounds familiar.” You noted, smiling softly at the shy grin on your wife’s face. "She's just like you."

“Yeah.” She agreed. “Thank you, amor.” 

Whether she was thanking you for Mila, or also reminiscing on her old stubborn self, you didn’t know. You just kissed her temple, happy to have given it all to her. 

“I love you.” You told her. 

“I love you too.” She whispered back. 

“Me?” Mila piped up, sniffling as she sat up and looked at the two of you expectantly. You and Alexia both laughed, your wife pulling Mila back down to lay against her. 

“Of course you, too, silly.” You said. 

“We love you the most.” Alexia promised. 

—

this has been in my drafts for. at least 3 months. maybe more. hope you enjoy :)

[nekomanager]

.—002 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡ { TSUKISHIMA KEI }

one of TSUKISHIMA's university goals is to ruin the sassy student librarian and break all her rules; by the way, it’s you ◇ PART ONE - TWO (complete)

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ rivals to lovers, library sex, deep throat, chikan, creampie

Tsukishima never thought things would escalate to this. Insane, irrational, preposterous; yet he didn’t really feel remorse, guilt or even disgust. No, he couldn’t bring himself to not when your fingers and lips were wrapped around his throbbing cock, your tongue twirled and head bobbed as you took the entirety of his length into your mouth.

His fingers tangled around the strands of your hair as he bit his lower-lip fighting any sound from escaping or else it would be humiliating. You looked up at him and saw his reddened face, contorting as if he was trying hard to control himself and his hips from not thrusting against your mouth. This gave you a good amount of confidence to tease him.

“Mu you meel ngood?” Your words were muffled as you slid your hand and mouth against him, your drool dripping from the side of your lip.

He smirked. Just because you’re blowing him so good, it didn’t mean he’s vulnerable and had lost in this little dirty game you play. Never.

Fisting a bunch of your hair, he controlled the movements of your head as he thrusted in and out of your mouth.

“Hngh-“ Your eyes widened at his sudden boldness. Your hands reached for his ass, squeezing and seeking balance with the way he was maneuvering your head. Tears pooled at the edge of your eyes and your pussy got even wetter, getting excited at the thought of his dick digging you deep just how his tip was hitting your uvula.

Tsukki felt the heat crawling up his face. He’s close! So close yet hearing your whimpers had brought him back to his senses. He swiftly pulled out from your mouth and took in how helpless up you looked like.

Cupping your face, he wiped away the wetness from your mouth, a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum. His thumb softly caressed your cheek as he made you look up at him. Your teary eyes met his hazy ones and he felt a little bit of guilt. Maybe he went too far. His lack of inhibition had only proven how badly he wanted you.

It looked like he wasn’t the only one who messed up though. He looked on the floor and saw a pool of your own arousal. This hardened him even more and he felt his cock twitched at the sight. He gulped. Seeing you all lusty for him like this was a “go” signal for him to continue.

Tsukki couldn’t be more thankful of either Bokuto-san or Kuroo-san for sneakily slipping a packet condom in his jacket. Though he thought it was ridiculous at first, he never thought the day would come that would be of use. He lowered himself and whispered in your ear, “You made quite a mess. Looks like you’re not fit for the job.”

Before you could even retaliate, he abruptly slid inside your pussy, your legs wrapped around his torso as you embraced him tightly.

“Oh god…” you breathed out. He had both of his hands supporting your thighs as he he rammed inside you deep and long. His height was indeed a tell-tale sign of how lengthy his cock was. You tried not to let any sound escape but you couldn’t stop the tight-lipped whines from coming out.

Wanting more of him, you snapped your hips and met his thrusts. You just craved him deep, deep inside you and he knew how much you’re hopelessly trying to as he felt the same. He’s aching to have all of his length wrapped around your walls, so he stood up and pinned you to the shelf with his body.

“Ahh, ahhhmn-“ You buried your face into the crook of his neck as you felt the uncontrollable urge to moan due to the pleasure brought by your new position. It didn’t help that Tsukki heard footsteps approaching.

“Shhh…quiet. Forgot your number rule?” He hissed under his breath. “I think you should be punished for this.”

“No, mhm~”

He shut you up with a kiss as he bent his knees a little and thrusted into you upwards, hitting you deep and hard just the way you like it. He grunted against your lips, a sound heard by a student from the next aisle.

The student tilted her head as she felt frightened. This area of the library was the less visited one and was not really well-lit. There were many stories about this section yet she didn’t believe in them. She shrugged the idea off and went on to pick one of the books from the shelf, when she started hearing thuds that kept getting louder and louder. Eventually, a book fell on its own. Scared, she ran for her life.

Tsukki sighed in relief as he heard the footsteps dissolve. Now, he could solely focus on banging you against the shelf until all the books come falling. His hands were probably leaving a mark on your supple thighs as his hold became tighter.

His long upward strokes was making you lose your mind that you reached out from one of the racks, shoving some books to the floor in the process. The shelf swayed as he drove into you with full force.

“Tsukki! Tsukki!” You let out and bit his neck to cover your cry, feeling your orgasm approaching, while he hissed, nails digging on your bare skin. Both of you finally releasing the pent-up tension that was long overdue.

You both caught your breath as your pussy parted from his cock. Your eyes trained on him as he slid the condom off. God, you couldn’t even remember when he put it on. Also, you were surprised that he actually had one.

“What?” He asked, breathlessly, while zipping his pants. You just shook your head and put your panties back on.

“Go on, I’ll clean this up first.” You told him, pointing at the books that were knocked off the shelf. Much to your surprise, he didn’t go anywhere. Instead, he went closer to you, removing his jacket and wrapping it around your waist. He won’t definitely allow you to walk around with damp skirt, torn stockings and his hand prints on your thighs.

You looked at him in admiration and noticed the bite mark you left on his neck. You reached out for the spot and looked for yourself if you had any article to cover it. Tsukki rubbed the area and sighed, “I’ll take care of this.”

“A-Are you sure?”

“Yeah…” He replied, taking out his headphones and slinging it around his neck. You tiptoed and adjusted the item at the right angle and he held your face, taking your lips for a swift kiss.

“T-Tsukki?” You asked, wide-eyed.

He turned his gaze away. “It is what you think it is.“ He picked up a book on his way and said, “I should go now.” You nodded your head with a bright pink tint across your cheek.

From that day on, different students shared their own experiences of the library ghost. Some theorized it to be a vengeful spirit while others thought it was all just for clout.

“Are you okay?” You asked one of the students while you tried to pin close your blouse after losing some buttons.

“I just heard cries…” She whispered to you and pointed at the one of the sections. “Right there.”

You blushed and feint self-assuredness. “It could be the ghost.” You reasoned out, as if it was the truth.

Tsukki approached from behind you, commenting, “It’s already 21st century and you still believe in things like that.”

“Why don’t you go home, Tsukishima? You must be tired.” You shot back.

He scowled then let out a fake chuckle. Leaning forward, he placed a book in front of you and said, “I don’t think so.” He moved away and headed out of the hall. You opened the book and gulped when you saw that he slipped inside the two buttons he snapped out of your blouse.

The story about the library ghost didn’t stop. Cases such as lingering weird sounds, falling books and quaking shelves were very common that it instantly became an urban legend along with the rumors that you and Tsukishima were dating.

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[yankstrash]

meels was on the phone with her mom when gabe strolled into her room

"i got a-" she stops talking when she sees her boyfriend and gives him a little wave "100 on my last paper.. yes the history one.. mhm.. okay, well gabe just got here so i'm going to go but i'll call you later.." she puts the phone on her shoulder

"mom says hi" she says to gabe

he smiles, "hi mom, miss you."

meels smiles and brings the phone back to her ear, "he says hi and he misses you.. mhm.. okay i'll talk to you later.. love you.. bye."

she hangs up and puts her phone down, patting the bed beside her

"hi angel" she smiles as he makes his way over to her, leaning down to plant a kiss on her lips "i didn't know you were coming by."

"yeahhh" he sits beside her on her bed

"how was your day?" she asks as she puts a hand on the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there

he shrugs, "it was alright. how was yours?"

"good, took my last final and started packing my room." she smiles, but notices the lack of smile on gabes face

she gives the back of his head a couple scratches, "you okay?" she asks softly

gabe looks down as he fiddles with his fingers, "um.. i've gotta tell you something."

meels sits up a bit while keeping a comforting hand on the back of his neck, waiting to hear what he has to say

gabe sighs lightly

"wills signing."

the hand on gabes neck that was playing with his hairs stops moving

"..w-what?"

gabe just nods his head as he keeps it down

"he.. what?" meels asks again

"he's signing. a couple people from san jose are flying out tomorrow and he's gonna go to his parents to do it."

meels is shocked as she hears gabes words

will.. signing?

obviously they all knew this would happen eventually, but she along with their other friends were sure he would be staying at least another year

at least through sophomore year

another year of will

another year of the usa line

another year of the friend group

another year of post hockey game parties

another year of celebrating birthdays

another year of trips

another year of attempting to embarrass each other in class

another year of laughs

they were all anticipating another year of all these things

the bc friend group. one big, happy family.

and for meels, another year with the friends she had met and grown so incredibly close with after meeting her boyfriend at the beginning of this school year

"i thought he was staying another year?" meels asks

gabe shrugs, "i mean he never confirmed it, but... we kinda assumed he was. especially after lenny said he was staying."

gabes shoulders are sulked as he speaks, his head staring down at the ground the entire time

"so.. that's just it? he's leaving bc?"

gabe nods in response to his girlfriends question

"but, but.. bc. his families school. he's from mass. a-and winning a natty, and a beanpot! and worlds! and.. you."

"yep." gabe says very quietly

amelia doesn't mean to upset her boyfriend with her words, but she is shocked and overwhelmed at this news.

in the 8 months she's known will, she's learned so much about him. like how boston college is way more than just a school he's at to play hockey. and how he, ryan and gabe have been together and been linemates since high school. and how the main reason gabe himself chose to come to bc and play hockey is because of wills influence.

and now, after 1 single year, he's leaving.

she takes the hand that was on the back of his neck and rubs his arm

"are you okay?" she asks gently

gabe gives her a small shrug, and she knows he's not okay

she scoots closer and embraces her boyfriend in a tight, comforting hug.

gabe sighs into her shoulder as he fists her shirt

"i'm going to miss him so much." he whispers against her skin

amelias heart breaks at his words

gabes bestest friend in the whole world.. leaving. after all the years together.

"i know baby, i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry."

she's trying to hold herself together for gabes sake, but this is not easy news for amelia to hear either.

he is gabes best friend, but has also become one of her best friends. out of all his friends, she is closest with will. they have classes together, they tear up the dance floor together, they sing drunk karaoke together, they get rowdy at football games together, they go for sweet treat runs together

he has easily become one of her best friends, and favorite people to be around.

amelia doesn't even realize when tears start falling from her eyes

gabe notices immediately, and pulls back to look at her

"meels.." he wears a saddened expression as he sees how this news is affecting his girlfriend

she shakes her head and wipes her eyes, "i'm fine.. i'm fine."

he gives her another sympathetic look, and more tears fall from her eyes

"i'm really gonna miss him." she whispers

gabe nods, rubbing her thigh in comfort

"me too."

~

there is a knock on gabe and wills shared dorm room door, and at the sound of a faint "come in", amelia enters the room

she's met with the sight of will, packing his things

that sight alone is enough to almost make the tears start flowing again, but amelia fights them back

will smiles when he sees her, "hey."

she returns the smile, though it is much more faint

"hey" she responds as she closes the door behind her

will is aware that gabe left to go tell amelia the news, so he figured her presence was a result of that and not because she's here to see her boyfriend

"i think this is the first time you're over here for me and not gabe-o" will jokes

amelia playfully rolls her eyes at his words, but her smile soon fades

he knows she knows.

she's not too sure what to say.

what are you supposed to say when one of your best friends is unexpectedly up and leaving after you just built a whole friend group and had the greatest school year of your life

not to mention, how far he's moving.

a few moments of silence go by, as amelia is unsure of what to say. instead, the only sounds made are faint sniffles

coming from amelia

she couldn't hold them back any longer.

at the show of her emotions, will takes a few strides forward before embracing her comfortingly

he says not a word as he hugs his good friend tight against his chest

will and amelia are not the, "you're one of my best friends, lemme give you a big hug!" type of friends. they're more like, "you're one of my best friends, lemme jokingly insult and bicker with you until you're so fed up you wanna rip my head off.. lovingly!" type of friends.

that's just how they are. they bicker like siblings, always poking each other until the other snaps and getting on each others last nerves

but they have oh so much fun doing it, and it's made them the best of friends

but right now, in this moment, jokes aren't going to ease the sadness that amelias feeling

a big, tight hug from her best bud that's leaving her and all of them in 24 hours is.

this is one of the rare times will and amelia aren't cracking jokes and disrupting everyone else's peace, but she would take this a million times again before cracking another joke with will if it meant he was staying with everyone just a little longer.

"i'm going to miss you so much." she finally breaks the silence

"i'm going to miss you too, meels." will says softly

she sniffles and pulls back a bit, looking at will

"why... it's so soon, smit."

she feels bad asking him that, but she can't help it. her heart aches at this whole situation

"i'm just ready, meels. this is my dream, and i want it so bad. i'm ready for it."

she decides against bringing up all the obvious reasons he should be staying, as this is not the time and place for it

instead, she just nods and re embraces him.

"it's not gonna be the same around here without you."

will chuckles lightly at her words

"you won't miss me, cmon."

"oh yes i will. who am i supposed to make fun of every single day and try to trip every time they walk by me??"

"ryan is always fun to trip."

amelia can't help but laugh at his joke

she pulls back as both their arms fall to their sides

she takes a look around the room at everything will has already packed, making the mood turn back to serious

"so.. tomorrow?" she asks

will gives her a tight lipped smile and nods his head

"a couple people from the sharks are flying in, i'm gonna head to my parents in the morning.. i want to have one big goodbye with everyone, so you better be up for it."

"duh. of course i will be, dumbo."

and they're back to their normal selves

..almost.

she looks at will, and gives him a small nod

"i'm proud of you. i'm really, really proud of you, will. y'know i've thought you were a big headed idiot since the day gabe introduced us, but you've really become one of my best friends." she shrugs "not gonna be the same without you, but i'm happy for you. you're gonna be great."

will smiles and gives her another hug

"thank you meels.. love you, mean it."

"i know you do.. love you, smit."

[joenotexotic99]

How they are when you have a hangover.

A/n I want to thank you all for the support. It's helps me a lot and I appreciate it so much. Thank you <3

Warnings: fluffff, vomit (nothing wild but just to put it out there) drinking themes, some language.

Masterlist

Eugene roe

-when you came home from drinking he knew from your slurred speech and your extra flirty behavior that you were going to have a nasty hangover. He made you drink lots of water before you went to bed as well as some pain killers and toast in hopes of an easier morning. Yet you woke up with a nasty migraine and nauseous. He's there with you as you slowly get through it. Blocking out the light and helping you rehydrate yourself. Making sure you take another dose of pain medication when its time.

"You don't have to do this you know"

"Yes I do, drink up"

Dick winters

- will get you anything you might need. No second thoughts. Holds back your hair when you are over the toilet. He makes sure you are back safely in bed with a glass of water. He then makes his way to the store getting everything and anything. Pain medication, cold patches for your head, electrolytes, comfort meals, favorite snacks. He makes sure you rest and feel taken care of. So sweet omg.

"I know this sucks but it will be over shortly ok sweetheart"

Bull Randleman

-he's been around the block once or twice. He's not afraid to help. You don't make it to the toilet at one point he goes to clean up without protest. You try to stop him. Making a point on how gross your situation is. He just chuckles and continues. You want to be stubborn with this but you hurt everywhere so you sorta just let him. If you ever feel good enough I feel like he would take you out to breakfast to eat a good warm meel.

"I am the grossest human on the planet right now. You have no need to be here right now"

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that"

Lewis nixon

-lets be honest here, he's hungover too. This is definitely not your first time around. You too are like matches and gasoline. As soon as alcohol comes around, having a hangover is set in stone. You might even have to just sit in nature if it gets bad. you know? He will do his very best though don't worry. He knows very well how to treat hangovers. He has it down to a t. Will pass his wisdom to you. By the end of the day it was like you never drank.

"Holy shit nix I love you"

"I love me to"

"Shut up"

Babe heffron

-He isn't as experienced as the rest of easy company but that doesn't mean he hasn't had a hangover before. He doesn't have the "wisdom" of Lewis but you bet your ass he's going to try his very hardest. He knows the feeling of hangovers and he's well aware that they aren't fun. Will pull your hair back and put a cool rag on your head. Help you relax in the shower when you don't feel as much as a sack of dehydrated shit. Cook a good breakfast and eat with you on the couch.

"Sorry i was a mess today, you shouldn't go through all this effort for me"

"You're stuck with me for the rest of your life, better start getting used to it"

[rleonard9]

she texts him afterwards “don’t bother sleeping over, i don’t know what i did to deserve you ignoring me but it’s just one bad game so don’t take it out on me.”

meels and ellie definitely give him dirty looks after the game when this happened and then the next day when he comes over they’re still giving him looks

ellie: im just gonna go to drew’s so i don’t hear yelling or sex…

meels to ryan: better not do something stupid, you’re on my shit list right now still

[hungnitan]

Code Geass Lost Stories Main Story Summary (contain spoiler if anyone play this game)

I wrote this within mind everyone known Code Geass Lelouch of Rebellion stories

So far, main story split into three part, 13 chapter for R1, 4 chapter for chapter 1.5 and still unknown for R2. For R1 and most likely R2 too, it's basically same like anime with additional our MC PoV + their own problem so here I only talk about the difference happens in R1 :

Disel (MC family name) family are Japanese-Britanian worked for knightmare's energy filler division. As MC parents got killed, they adopted by Claris Garfield, Disel's assistant. In short, they want to revenge on Britania as they killed their parents. This one still speculations but there's indication that MC using a geass on themself to forget the past.

As MC studies at Ashford academy, she coindentally heard conversation Lelouch CC saying that he want to crush Britania then asked for join forces as they have same purpose. So she become Lelouch's backstage supporter but different than CC, they actively support Black Knight as their second ace and even become a Britania spy for providing information.

Funny enough, MC joining Britania at special division as Suzaku's coworker

Mao didn't get introduce since MC busy with their spy mission (lol)

Later story, it reveal that MC parents killed by their aunt named Kali, the reasons why Kali killed MC parents so far I know it's just yandere sisterly things (lol) and now she want to kill MC too. R1 ended with with MC vs Kali while Kali injuried badly. Of course they don't know the reasons her injuries since it's knightmare fight (at R2 Lelouch telling them) and they still not know that Kali killed their parents too.

After Black Rebellion, MC become a main devicer for special division since Suzaku appointed as Knight of Seven. After MC learn about Lelouch disapperance, they still doing their spy mission while wait for him to comeback.

Main story 1.5 started around one year blank R1 and R2 from different person PoV (sometimes MC sometimes not). It's basically just side story since every chapter just contains 10 chapter while R1 contains around 14-20 chapter. These sidestory explained many things missed at R2 like the reasons custom knightmare become so many at that time and many area under Britania rebelling after Black Rebellion.

Chapter 1 (MC PoV) : Story started from Suzaku mock battle to become Knight of Seven, introducing additional two new character for support devicer Schnee and Red, and some side battle at area 2 along with MC. That time MC got a new meele knightmare

This chapter explain some info like Schnizel fully support special division since he thought knightmare battle could change the course of war and that's the reason he send two new devicer to Lyord. In this side story there's indication Red send there to giving information to Kanon

Chapter 2 (Britanian and Black Knight PoV) : For black knight PoV story started from Urabe and Kallen go to India for searching Lakshata to repair Guren's right hand which is broken after Black Rebellion time. While Britania learn that information, they send a Glinda knights for clean up. Additionally from Britanian PoV story started from Schneizel start mass produce Lancelot test drive. It introduce a new Britannian family member Marybell along with her knight Oldrin plus Kimmel. If anyone remember, Kimmel is a should be Vincent user as he killed by Rolo at R2. As test drive success, some rebel group attacked that place then Suzaku save the day. Tbh I never read Oz the reflection so I don't know details around Oz and Glinda knights (lol)

This chapter came with small details like Schneizel came up with mass produce Lancelot for everyone no matter how good the devicer to use, that's the reason Kimmel came and become Vincent user at R2 since he's just an ordinary user (lol). There's Cornelia meets Oz for searching more geass information

Chapter 3 (Britanian and Black Knight PoV) : For britanian PoV story started from Suzaku along with Schnee Red MC gone to other country to repel the rebellion. This chapter explain Suzaku title as "white devil" since he basically swop the rebel alone (with geass live too of course lol). From black knight PoV, Kaguya Diethard Lakshata came to China for protection and prepare things if Zero cameback while Kallen Urabe gone to Yokohama as their team still on chase with Britania army and meets CC there. CC too still on run after geass special corps keep chasing her

This chapter introduce two original characters, Benio (Kallen's fangirl which she rescued at special administrative zone of Japan which later became Kallen underling) and Savitri (if I remember right, she's appear at Code Geass movie as Lakshata underling)

Some small info like Uni Europe rebel (Boukoku no Akito story) already done after general Smiley get killed so yeah it's just an afterstory, Anya Gino Bradley show their face to Suzaku for first time and Gino explain that even Rounds too still using a Glasgow custom at that time.

Chapter 4 (Black Knight & MC PoV) : This chapter started from Kallen Urabe CC invade Yokohama port to taking Black Knight knightmare which got themself into battle with Glinda knight. On MC PoV, they comeback to Ashford academy without knowing everyone changes after Charles put a geass on them and shocked especially after knowing Lelouch live normally alongside with his fake brother Rolo

So far R2 release around chapter 3 but I really like it's direction, some Oz the reflection and new characters element here makes additional info become entertaining to read

I gonna make R2 summary soon~

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 24 - Free Day

AU Jobs pt.4: RED MAGE A mix of magic and meele, one would think Red Mage would be a perfect fit for Arsay; however, she's never quite been able to grasp magic not based in patterns and shapes. Not to mention, she'd quickly find herself depleted of her own aether after casting a few spells.

[margaret-the-sylvia]

Still nervous to post more HCs of Barnaby Brooks Jr, but here we go:

Barnaby has ophidiophobia, which is fear of snakes. He’s had it since he was younger, but worsened with Ouroboros.

He draws in his free time, and is actually pretty good. He mostly draws plants and landscapes.

Similar to rabbits, he’ll tap his foot if he is agitated or anxious. He will stomp if he’s really angry.

Some pet names will make him weak, and by weak, I mean, blushing so hard he looks like a tomato. Especially when he's called "baby bunny"

I hc him being on the Autism spectrum (I have ASD myself). He has moments where everything's overwhelming and he needs a quiet place to relax.

Barnaby's hearing is very sensitive. (possibly due to ASD) Loud noises startle him, and due to this, he hates thunderstorms.

He does have some form of PTSD from his time with Maverick and the deaths of his parents.

Barnaby does have shutdowns and meltdowns. Meltdowns for him are more rare than shutdowns. If he is really overwhelmed, most often than not, he’ll shutdown. He doesn’t really want to draw attention to himself.

Wrapping a soft blanket around him really calms him down after a stressful day. It is sometimes used by his partner to help him sleep, (typically followed with other actions like cuddling.) when Barnaby’s insomnia hits.

Barnaby loves the smell of lavender.

Continuing with more rabbit behaviors, he’ll nuzzle or chin things to claim them as his own. Typically its Kotetsu. If he’s excited, he’ll start running around and jumping off the walls. (It’s what as know as a “binky” for rabbits) Barnaby will also flop on his side when he’s feeling content and just lay there.

Barnaby’s got thick thighs and no one can tell me otherwise. He crushed a watermelon between his thighs in just a few seconds.

Even with his power deactivated, his kicks are deadly.

Barnaby is pretty touch adverse (yet another symptom of ASD) to anyone except for a select few people.

He is gay, and uses he/him pronouns.

Unlike Kotetsu, he doesn’t like swimming. Kotetsu is trying to get him used to the water slowly, one step at a time.

Barnaby is nearsighted, but its almost on the severe side.

He sings while he's in the kitchen, or whenever he thinks he's alone.

Definitely was a momma's boy.

His full name is Barnaby Emile Brooks Jr. (“Emil” is pronounced as e-MEEL btw.)

Barnaby has a strict routine. If his routine is interrupted, he gets upset.

Barnaby actually had a lisp as a young kid. Due to speech therapy for not only his ASD, but also his lisp, his lisp is mostly gone, so you wouldn’t even know he had one in the first place. He does occasionally lisp, which is embarrassing to him, but Kotetsu thinks it’s adorable.

Barnaby does stim, but often masks it. (His stimming is mostly rocking back and forth and hand flapping)

[ettawritesnstudies]

Trick or treat? >:D

Treat! I feel like you would appreciate the time I accidentally wrote a diatribe about the right kind of medieval weaponry for a smol fae girl

......

The twins call the Changeling to choose after Hannah steps away. There are assortments of swords and bows, axes and maces, spears and polearms with dozens of different heads. She has no idea what she’s looking for, nor the slightest idea how any of these are supposed to work. Is she supposed to have a preference? She doesn’t belong here, surrounded by such capable warriors. If Quercu weren’t here to spot her, she’d glamour herself into the wall and avoid all this trouble.

Quercu, of course, notices her hesitancy and steps forward to heft a mace. “You’ll want something light, if you’re going to be flying.” She drops the mace with a CLANG, prompting an indignant cry from Marco, who rushes over to set it aright.

Next Quercu takes a sword. It’s light, with a long thin blade, almost whiplike. The Changeling recognizes it as the same kind of sword the Twins were practicing when she first met them.

“That’s a foil,” Marco says. “Great for quick attacks, but it requires a lot of control. It might be difficult to learn in a matter of days. Not to say I don’t think you’re capable,” he amends, turning to Cecelia as Quercu puts it back in the rack, “You’d be excellent if you had the time, but it’s a weapon for finesse and style. You need something more protective.”

Quercu nods her agreement. “Besides, its too shiny. Her best asset will be her mobility and glamours. You can extend a glamour to an object you’re holding, like the clothes you’re wearing, but it’s more difficult with something like this.”

She picks up a bow next and draws it, testing the weight. “This would allow you to keep your distance. It’s possible to use one while flying, but it can be tricky to master the timing between wing beats, and especially more difficult to hit a moving target, as you’re moving. This will be best for sneak attacks if you’re stationary and concealed in the trees.”

“Best not to give her the English longbow though. That’s got a draw weight of a hundred twenty pounds.”

“I’m sure the Sprite can manage it,” Quercu says, passing the length of smooth curved wood to Cecelia. As it passes from hand to hand, the bow shrinks slightly, and her palms slips comfortably into the grip. The magic preserves the energy wound up in the bowstring, and when she tries to pull it back, she manages to reach halfway to her chin before she gives up and slowly releases it.

Marco raises his eyebrows, impressed. “Cheater.”

“What?! What did I do?”

“You ever heard of the square cube law?”

The Changeling only gawks at him, completely befuddled. No wonder Hannah gets along with him. They’re both nerds.

“It’s the reason ants can carry so much. Fae skirt around that rule and benefit from it in ways we can’t. It’s a function of your wings too. It’s all rather fascinating.”

“Cut it out, Marco!” his twin calls from the other side, where he’s fitting Hannah into her fencing gear. “This is a fighting lesson, not a physics lecture.”

“Physics is a battle of the mind, I’ll have you know,” Marco snips back. He laughs though, and takes the English longbow from her hands, instead handing her a smaller bow with curved limbs.

“Try the recurve. It’ll be easier to maneuver in tight spaces as well if you’re in the trees.”

This bow pulls back with a little effort, but she can draw it reliably, and so she agrees with the choice. He also provides her with a quiver stocked with arrows, which has a specially made strap to fit between her wings comfortably and not impede their movement.

“She also needs something for flight. Meele, but something that allows her to keep her distance,” Quercu muses. After perusing the long rack of polearms, she finally settles on a simple spear. “This will have the easiest learning curve.”

[vqlluna]

MY MOON ➤ CHAPTER ONE (Remus Lupin x OC)

NOW PLAYING: For the First Time

prologue here

 Mila; (Meel-ah), originating from the name Milagros, meaning 'miracle'  

THE VERY FEW BANGS THAT SHE HAD bounced on her face as she trudged along to class, sticking to the sides of the halls to avoid bumping into people. Her hands were stuck onto the straps of her satchel, you could hear the faint noise of ink bottles clinking against each other, crumpled up pieces of parchment moving around. Her feet shuffled against the ground, trying to shove past the many students trying to get to their classes.

  Luna; Spanish for 'moon'

  She got held up by what she could assume was either stupid boys laughing, a student getting picked on, or some poor person pulled into a humiliating situation.

  Mila Luna was not one for socializing, apart from her friend group. She liked to keep to herself, spend her days in the far corner of the library studying or immersing herself with a new book she dug out from the depths of the shelves. She liked to think of herself as an extra in a film, a background, an unnamed character, just for show, to fill up space. That's what she liked, she was very happy with not getting attention. It kept things quiet.

  She let out a puff of air, sticking her head a bit to see what was holding everything up, she couldn't see much though. The crowd picked up traction again. It was the first day of the second semester, winter break had just ended and most students seemed lazy and drowsy jumping back into the routine. Mila was more than elated to get back to Hogwarts, she wasn't that close with anyone that she could talk to over break. She much preferred to have too many things to worry about instead of feeling nothing and numb.

  She entered her astronomy class, her favorite class might she add. She quickly walked to her usual seat, the second table to the back. The loud screeching of other stools perfectly drowned out the sound of her extremely loud one as she pulled it out.  She sat down, setting her bag on the floor beside her. Although it was her favorite class, Mila couldn't help but doze off most of the time, she was tired from the absence of sleep from the night before. Multiple times she could feel her eyes shut, then she'd force them to snap open again, trying to focus.

  "Because it is the start of the new term," Professor Sinistra started, "I've decided there will be no tests for the beginning of this new semester," the class erupted into quiet cheers, "Instead, I'm assigning a month-long project," she waved her wand towards the chalkboard, letters very slowly appearing on it, "It will be a group project between pairs of three. Two groups might have four as we don't have enough students," she walked towards her chart of different phases of the moon. "I want you all to find a way to execute the showings of the moon phases, whether this be a report, skit, presentation, or what not, I just want it done in a group of teamwork and collaboration!" Sinistra motioned back towards the chalkboard, "Here are the lists of groups and members, please gather yourselves."

  Mila's head was nestled in her arms on the table, her leg underneath the table was shaking up and down. She hated group projects, well who didn't?

  She would mostly have to do all the work, every time. Luckily, her astronomy class only consisted of them and the Hufflepuff's. Mostly all Hufflepuff's were not insufferable, she couldn't say so for her own house though. Mila's head sparked up as she read her name on the board:

  Group four; Sirius Black  Mila Luna   Remus Lupin  

 Great just what she needed, paired up with relatively popular, annoying, pricks. She stood up from her seat with her satchel, making her way to Professor Sinistra's desk. 

  "Excuse me, Professor?" Mila said, while clearing her throat. 

  "Ah Mila, what can I do for you?" 

  Mila's hands tightened around the strap of her bag. "Could I switch groups? I'm not sure how well I'd do with my group!" she asked.

  The Professor set down her quill and gave Mila a sympathetic smile, "I'm sorry, but the groups chosen, are the groups that are set in stone, Ms.Luna, this is a project to bring students together, as well as to see if you know your subject! I think this will be a nice challenge for you," Her teacher smiled sweetly. Mila pursed her lips, then turned on her heels towards the old rickety table with extra project information and instructions. 

  She waited by the table for a moment, trying to waste as much time as she could. She quickly skimmed over the piece of paper before reluctantly walking towards the loudest desk in the room. She pulled up a stool, from another desk, up to their table on the opposite side of them. The two of the boys were joking about something, not noticing her for a few seconds, at least that's what Mila thought. Remus had noticed the strange girl that sat down on the other side of them, her face was slightly hidden from her bangs, her robes and tie matched his, the red and gold hanging off of her neck. 

  He looked at her from the side, pretending to pay attention to Sirius. She pulled bottles of ink out of her satchel which was lying on her lap, she inspected them, then chose the one with the least amount of ink, to make sure not to put new ones to waste. She pulled out pieces of parchment, digging around her bag for a lost quill which she found alas. Remus had never seen this girl before, sure there were many people in the Gryffindor house, but he'd surely at least seen every face. Yet for some reason, she was a completely new person. 

  Sirius seemed to finally notice that someone had found their way to their desk. Sirius leaned over the table, slyly grinning at Mila as she kept her head down reading the instructions list. "And who might you be fair lady?" He questioned, Mila only gave him a quick glance in response. "Not a talker I see," he continued, "I am the one and only Sirius Black-"

  "I know who you are," Mila cut him off to refrain from continuing his egotistical introduction.

  "So you've heard of me?" Sirius smirked.

  "Yes. Unfortunately"

 Remus stifled back a laugh at the short answers from the girl. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sirius sat back in his seat.

   "It means, we have a project we have to do, so if we could please get started on ideas!" 

  The long-haired boy crossed his arms against his chest, "You never answered my question, now what's your name Ms. Mysterious?" 

  She sighed, setting her paper on the table, staring at Sirius, already tired of the long days ahead, "My name is Mila. Luna. Now if we could please-" 

  "Luna, that doesn't sound like a regular English name, what's it mean?" 

  "It's not. It means moon, now like I said-" Mila's jaw clenched in frustration, annoyed from getting cut off over and over again.

  Sirius had elbowed Remus in the arm, Remus winced into the abrupt slight of pain, "Oi' Moony, Mysterious here stole your name!" Although Mila was annoyed from being cut off by stupid comments from the boy she quirked her eyebrow at the odd, out-of-place nickname. 

  "Pads, how 'bout we just start with the project," Remus finally spoke up, scrunching his nose.

   "Project?" Sirius looked dumbfounded. Mila was definitely annoyed now, he couldn't even pay attention enough to know they had a project. 

  Remus had to explain to Sirius, "We have to find a way to creatively track the phases of the moon." 

  "Wait so how long do we have?" Remus bended over, getting his own supplies from his bag, leaving Mila to answer the question.

  "We have this week to plan, the month of February, then the first week of March to correct and add whatever, now any ideas?" 

  "We could draw out the phases, Remus here is great at drawing thingies and stuff!" Sirius grinned. Once Sirius had registered what he'd just remarked too Mila saw as the two boys caught each others glaces.

  Remus had just placed his quill on the wood surface before Sirius grasped his shoulder, hearing what he had just said, widening his eyes, "Sirius, first of all that sounded completely wrong, second I don't really draw, I'm not even that good-"

  Sirius rolled his eyes, "Nonsense you draw like all the time- well except for when your face is shoved in some book."

  "Actually, Black," Mila said, "That isn't such a bad idea, it could rack us up a few points, and if Lupin is as good as you say he is, I think we can pull it off quickly!" Sirius grinned, at least someone was fond of his ideas, then he smirked to Remus, letting him know he got his way. She dipped her quill into the ink, then pressed it on the parchment, writing the title of the project with the word 'draft' next to it, then listing the idea Sirius just gave.

  After she finished she packaged everything back into her satchel, pulling out her book. "Why are you packing up so early?" Remus asked.

  "Well the class is almost over, so..." Remus slightly nodded. Truth was Mila wanted to leave right when class was to be dismissed, and she wanted to finish her new book she found in the muggle section of the library, she only had a few chapters left, just yearning to be read.

  Professor Sinistra finally let the class go as the hour rang for the periods of classes to end. Mila slung her satchel around her body, rushing out of the room, nose still nestled in the pages of her book as she headed off to Ancient Runes.

  Mila felt like she could collapse at once, she dragged her feet across the floor to the great hall for lunch. She walked to the end of the Gryffindor table, only to find one of her friends, Ida. Ida Reese, or what Mila like to tease her with, 'Iddy', was the only friend she was close with. The only friend she really told about her past. The only one she could confide in, her best friend.

  "Hey M'!" Ida greeted. Mila took her seat beside her, putting some salad on her plate, and covering it with ranch.

  "Hey Iddy!" Mila hummed.

  "Today's a bust, anything fun happen to you?" Ida questioned.

  Mila put a piece of spinach in her mouth, everyday seemed to be a boring day for Ida, "Not really, sorry to disappoint!"

  Ida tilted her head, putting on a pleading look, "Really? There has to be at least, something!"

  Mila smiled contemptively "I've finished my book if that's something that can fascinate you."

   Iddy put her finger out tapping it on the open page laid in front of Mila, "What's this then?" 

  "J'some notes im writing in the margins," she shrugged.

  Ida furrowed her eyebrows, her view resting on the Hogwarts Library stamp across the tops of the pages. "Isn't that like, not allowed? You know- to write in the books?"

M' had a muggle pen out and wrote a little sentence on the thin page. "Well loads do it, I already recognize two peoples handwriting, they write notes all the time as well!"

  "Litte weird if you ask me M', but c'mon, finishing some muggle book cannot be the highlight of your day so far!" Mila felt pressed from the disbelief on her friends face.

  She pondered, trying to come up with something relatively interesting. "I have a month and a half long group project in astronomy?"

  Ida sighed, "That's better than the book," 

 "Wait I didn't finish! Guess who I'm stuck with for the next six weeks?"

 "Who?"

  She motioned her head towards the near center of the table, where four boys were joking around, flooding the area with noise. "Sirius Black and Remus Lupin," Mila stated. 

  Iddy held back a giggle, "Well, that could be fun! You'll get mounds of attention from that." 

 "Stop!" Mila scowled. "It was quite annoying, Black kept asking the most stupid of questions!"

 "Well I think instead of his body giving him a brain, I think it put more time into that hair of his."

 The two girls snickered as they looked over the group of boys, Sirius' hair just barely resting upon his shoulders. Mila had to admit, "Although I kind of hate them, Black has some seriously great hair, Iddy you should go ask him what conditioner he uses," she teased.

  "I don't think his conditioner will help my hair, or yours!"

Remus; Latin orgins revealing determination of great admiriabilty

  Remus continued to read his book as Peter and Sirius were throwing their food at each other, and James were staring over at Lily Evans, again. "I don't think you staring at her like some git is going to get her to go on a date with you, Prongs," Remus said, not looking away from his book. James's head turned to Remus, taken out of his day dreaming. 

  "She'll say yes, I know it, one day! You wait, and if she does, you owe me a galleon!" James practically pleaded.

  Remus quirked his eyebrow, "A whole galleon? Just if she says yes to go on a date with you? You even have doubts in it yourself, mate," James scowled, going back to eating his food, Remus to his book, he read the little scribbled, but neat, notes left on the sides, he recognized this writing in every few books he was able to get around too. 

Lupin; Meaning - 'Pertaining to Wolf'

  His fate was sealed, engraved even into his last name. The scars that aligned his face, the bite carved into the back of his neck, that carried the burden since he was four. The way people pitied him so much, they were willing to become illegal animagi to assist him on the treacherous nights of the full moon. 

  Even if it seemed like such a small problem, the weight was on his shoulders forever, to numb it, he would read, pull pranks, take midnight strolls, draw, but, it wasn't like he could do it all, all day, he wish he could, but the problem still lingered above him, swaying back and forth. He would do as many things as he could to take his mind off of the 'monster' he was. Take up extra credit school work, harder classes, prefect duties. Anything to rid the creature from his mind.

  He kept wondering how he would complete the last day of tracking the moon for the new project he assigned, Sirius had committed him to it against his will, knowing that Sirius didn't think about the once a month night. Remus had been staring at the same word in his book for a few seconds before snapping out of his thoughts, beginning to talk to Padfoot who was next to him, "Sirius, you're going to have to actually do work for this project!" 

  Sirius turned to him, face full of bread, "I will- fon't worry!" he finished chewing and then swallowed.

  "I'm serious!"

  "No I am!" Remus rolled his eyes, he walked himself into the joke again.  

 "Fine, I will try, but sometimes I just have way more important things to do, Moony, besides you have that girl to help you anyways!"

  Remus sighed, "Her names Mila, treat her with respect, set an example for James please, then maybe he'll learn how to actually treat a girl!" James turned his head asking "What?" after hearing his name, but they ignored him and Remus continued talking, 

  "I say we meet up in the library tomorrow, say about five p.m. to give us enough time to do other work, and plan out things, understand?" 

"got ya- now can I finish eating my rolls?" 

"Fine."

  Lunch had ended, students made their ways to their last 3 classes to end the day. Remus had waited for the Great Hall to clear out, in hopes of finding his another project partner to notify her of the Wednesday study plans. He looked down the tables until his eyes fell upon a girl getting up from the benches carefully as she was still holding onto a book jotting something down.

  He walked over to her, "Hey!" he said, Mila froze, almost jumping back as she looked up to meet Remus's gaze.

  "Oh hello- You startled me," She tensed.

  He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back, hopefully making it look more presentable, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to," Mila quirked her eyebrow wondering what the brunette was doing, "I just wanted to let you know me and Padfo- Sirius, decided to meet up tomorrow in the library tomorrow, five p.m. to study for the project," He smiled at her, but she just nodded her head in response.

  "Ok, I'll be there, I just need to get to potions, bye Lupin," He watched her walk off to Professor Slughorn's classroom as he went off to his.

   Mila woke up tiredly, not ready for the usual Monday and Wednesdays of an extra class, hers being Ancient Runes, which she hated, but was needed for her future aspirations.

  She was able to escape an encounter with the Marauders in astronomy, as there was no time to be left to get groups together. Ancient Runes, was depised by Mila, it went painfully slow that day. Professor Babbling did what her name ensued, babbled on about useless things, her squeaky voice playing rough on Mila's ears. The class was finally dismissed, much to her delight. 

  Mila was starving and dying of hunger, she almost ran to the Great Hall for lunch. She adjusted her Gryffindor tie that sat on her neck, her satchel swinging beside her body. As she entered the Great Hall she scanned the tables, she found that her other 3 friends that made up her friend group, finally decided to sit with her and Ida. She smiled and started walking towards them. Much to her demise on her way she could hear someone calling out to her from down along the table. "Oi! Ms. Mysterious, get over here!" it was none other than Sirius Black. She sped up her pace, completely ignoring him, hoping she could rush past him so she could eat.

  Unfortunately her gripped the sleeve of her robe, pulling her back, she could already feel a few of girls eyes staring at her. She hung her head down, keeping her face hidden with some of her hair. She turned to him, "What?"

  "I just needed to tell you something about todays study thing for astronomy!" 

  She let out a puff up air, "Go on, make it quick, I don't want to be seen around you all!" Instead of getting to the point he went off topic.

 "Why don't you want to be seen with us?" He questioned.

  "Cause I can feel everyone looking at me already," She muttered back.

  "I thought you were a Gryffindor? Things aren't supposed to bother us," he tsked smirking.

  Mila scoffed, "Way to be stereotypical Black, not everyone wants people drooling all over them all day! Or shooting daggers at you with their eyes for just speaking to you!" 

  Sirius was taken aback, "I have you know, I do not have every girl drooling all over me, there's you for starts-"

  "That's because you're not all that!" She sang. Peter across from the table, who was listening in on the conversation, stifled a small giggle. 

  "Are you calling me a terrible person?"

"Yes!" she leaned over, in-between Sirius and Remus, grabbing a warm biscuit from the center of the table that they had hoarded. Remus was surprised at the sudden body right next to him reaching for a snack. 

  "I'll have you know I'm not stupid! I'm way smarter than Prongs! If anything I'm right next to Remus when it comes to my intelligence!" He declared, Mila ignored him again, biting into the baked dough, coming to delight with the warmth in her mouth, letting out a 'Mm!' and reached for another one, storing it in her pocket. 

  "You've talked longer than you've should, I'll be going now." she strode off to her friends, taking another bite out of the biscuit, not caring about the eyes on her, the dough was too good to be eaten behind her hair.

  She went towards the end of the benches, closest to the Professors tables. She sat next to Ida, on the other side of them were 3 girls, The one in the middle was very pretty, her cookie blonde hair was silky, her face was slim, she was the definition of what pretty was. Her name was Serenity Coleman. Mila had been friends with her from a young age, their families were close, not so much them anymore. They were just to different, yet they were still friends. She had just drifted off to find new people, who were much cooler then Mila, Mila was decidely her uncool friend.

  Serenity was too cool for a nickname as well. From when Mila met her to the end of 3rd year, Serenity had always went as Seri, but by fourth year, that was too much of a kid-ish name. Serenity was better at everything, exceeded in areas that M' lacked. Serenity had latched on to new friends, who were obligated to be Mila's friend, and the two sat on either side of Serenity right now.

  On Serenity's right was a girl with dark brown hair, her face always had a mean look on it, this was Ruby Ross. Often had the girl catergorized herself as too cool for school, she often convinced the other two of their trio to skip classes, go off flirting with guys, or playing around in their dorms. She took things with a more careless attitude, she didn't pry for anything, which Mila appreciated. Mila, Ruby, Serenity, and Iddy all shared a dorm together, which is how they found out about Ida in the first place.

  The girl on the other side of Serenity was Maisie Baker, everyone called her Mai, she had the same dark brown eyes and hair as Ruby, but had more rounded features. You instantly felt a safe aura from her, she was always kind and cheery. She was very kind to Mila, always checking up on everyone. 

  "Since when did you, talk to them?" Serenity perked up.

  "I was just talking to him about an astronomy project I have to do with two of them. No need to get jealous they're quite insufferable," Mila defended, scared of playing another game of charades.

  Serenity scoffed, drooping her head down to Mila with a look of disbelief, "Are you kidding? You know how lucky you are? How many people would kill to be grouped with them! Sirius is such a catch!" Mila only looked back to her with a very much concerned face as she continued, "M', could you maybe, introduce me to Black? Since you know him now, could get me a chance this time." 

 "Serenity, you know how many girls he's tried to be with? If he did say yes for a date, pretty sure he would forget you by next week!"

 "I'd say you have a crush on black, M', and that's why you won't introduce Serenity to him!" Ruby said, obviously joking. 

  Mila looked slightly shocked, "Excuse me?" she said.

  "Fine then you have a thing for... Potter!" Ruby grinned. 

  "Well even if she did, she had a 0% chance, he's all over Lily Evans!" Mai pointed her finger to James, "I mean just look at him pining all over her!" All of the girls heads turned to James, then following his gaze to a redheaded girl giggling with her friends, not noticed the brown eyes looking at her with much, much, desire.

  "Poor James" Serenity did a small frown, "She doesn't see anything in him, I hear she has to reject him at least like once a week!" The girls went on to talk about another topic, but Mila kept looking at Lily, wishing she was her. 

  Lily was popular, pretty, had a guy chasing after her for years, she was smart, all her teachers loved her, she was outgoing, many friends, kind, and sweet. Mila had only talked to her a few times, and every encounter, Lily was so nice to her, effortlessly doing everything right. Mila aspired to be like her. To have her beautiful pale skin, instead of her darker one, to have to straight hair, instead of her frizzy hair. Mila always put her standards too high.

  She went back to her friend's conversation, trying to pick up on what they were talking about. She sat there, pretending to laugh with them, she was lost in her own thoughts, as she slowly ate, and nodded at the every few asked questions.

  "So M', are you going to tell us about your new crushes on Potter and Black!" Ruby teased, Mila rolled her eyes in response, finishing to swallow down the bite of her sandwich.

"You guys are unbelievable!" 

[rampagemagpie]

A little gift for one of my artist friend... Or half gift, who knows. I just felt like, i need to draw Walerinaa (Deviantart)'s character, Hugo, the forestspirit, and my forestspirit character into one art... Mine is the feathered Juggernaut. Hugo is the beast, who is a lovley creature! Hugo supremacy! Some information about Hugo, and Walerina: The artist: https://toyhou.se/Walerinaa Hugo: https://toyhou.se/6963417.hugo Some information about the Juggernaut (named Zsaratnok): Zsaratnok is originally, maded 4-5 years ago, to an airsoft event, called Juggernauts Day! The gear started really diffirently, but i decided to turn into a plauge-doctor like feathered creature. I'm (if i know well enough) the first Juggernaut in airsoft, who's only used meele weapons! A claymore and a Riot shield! Nowdays the gear is on upgrade, sadly i didn't played around a year as a Juggernaut. This gear meanwhile become itself into an original character. I got the name, 'Zsaratnok' (Zsarátnok) witch means dieing, or yet living ash. Zsaratnok, just like Hugos is a forest spirit. There is no one under the gear, it's literally a spirit, who is defending their woods against humans, and their actions. She don't have a lot of lore yet, bc it's still in developing phase, but after i finished the upgrades on the original gear, i def' going to give her some lore, and bring this little character into LARP games as well!

[yankstrash]

gabe’s 19th birthday !!

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amelia.ln: out of the billions of people in this world, you are the easiest & my favorite one to celebrate. can hardly remember a time without our strolls around boston, post class lunch dates & air kisses over the glass at hockey games. you make life sososo much better, gabriel. happy birthday to you, my love. can't wait for infinite more spent with you 🤍 hopefully you take less trips to the penalty box in your 19th year of life, you have too much fun in there.

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[freyaofthelake]

Future Fics

Okay listen, I’ve fallen headfirst back into Merlin (I never left, I’ve just gotten better at maintaining my sideblogs) so have all the fic’s I’m planning and ones that are half written

Help Me write/vote which one you want to see first?(or put it in the tags/replies)

1) Merlin/Arthur; Reincarnation AU but ‘destiny free’ and angsty

2) Arthur/Happiness; Arthur is de-aged; and Leon becomes number one dad; which means Lancelot will not be outdone

3) Merlin/Happiness; Merlin is de-aged and everyone has to cover for him, under the impression no one else knows anything

4) Morgana/Happiness; Morgana has nightmares; and Merlin recognises the affliction, and confesses

5)Merlin/Arthur and Hunnith/Plot; Merlin finds out magic runs in both sides of his family and panics when his mother shows up in Camelot; aka Hunnith helps Morgana not fall down her dark path, scolds Kilgharrah for being a dick, and tries to meddle in her son's love life

5) Morgana/Mordred; Morgana attempts to de-age arthur to try to reclaim the throne, instead she curses herself, aka Season 1 Morgana during season 4/5 

6) Merlin/Angst; Merlin can’t let go of those he’s lost, and neither are they will to leave him

7) Merlin/Arthur; The dragons return with a prophecy for the new land of Albion, telling of a more dangerous threat than the once and future kings death, now everyone races to decipher it

8) Merlin/The Knights; after a playful competition to teach the knights how to accept favors during meele’s Merlin starts receiving them even once it’s finished

9) Merlin/Arthur; Saturnalia festival, Merlin finds the bean and the knights declare him king for a day, it's only fair he and Arthur swap positions, which leads to a very awkward love confession

10) Aithusa /Family; Kilgharrah lies, Arthur meets Aithusa and Merlin learns there are things worse than keeping Aithusa a secret

11) Merlin/Arthur; Soulmate AU; everyone has a soulmark, an image that moves and grows/changes with them; Arthur’s never moves and never changes

12) Balinor/Hunnith, Uther/Ygraine Merlin/Arthur; Merlin tries an aging spell, and learns about his father through an unlikely source; aka he's Balinor's age and Uther mistakes him for Balinor come to haunt him

13) Merlin/Arthur/The Knights; a 5+1 concept; Arthur is both touch starved and unable to understand personal boundries; basically all the times the knights realized he was in love with them in a way, and the one time Arthur realized it himself

14) Merlin/Freya; Freya lives AU, Merlin sends her to Elador, which means Will and Hunnith show up to scold him about sending her alone

Help Me write/vote which one you want to see first?(or put it in the tags/replies)

[rleonard9]

drew does that trick where he buys ellie flowers and takes one out for himself to see when it starts rotting so he knows when to buy her new ones

yes

but he forgot once and ellie was sad throughout the day and he didn’t know why because she’s not very good with her emotions till meels and grumpy told drew it’s about the flowers and he felt bad and got her a big bouquet of her favourite 

[manyofnine]

First time in weeks i ate 3 meels in one day. wonder why my mood is so uplifted? where is that energy coming from? oh wow, i can emotionally connect to people again?!!!? how did that happen????

[tricos-here]

Been following you for a while and I feel like you'd be good to ask advice about gw2. Coming back to the game after... A long ass time lol. Decided I wanted to start fresh with a new character but I've been trying out classes / races and haven't quite found a good one. What can you recommend that's good story wise and that would fit lore wise? I'm also a v solo player so I'm wondering what class I could handle expansion stuff without having too many issues.

everyone kind of clicks with different things so, what I enjoy playing might still not be your cup of tea but I'll give my two cents. I think race first of all is a rather... cosmetic choice, so it's more up to what you like more visually, they all have their little flavour texts of course but after iirc lvl30 of the personal story, they all more or less go through the same paces. - I personally mainly play sylvari and humans, with some norn here and there, I only have one neglected charr and my poor asura always end up getting deleted. That said I would absolutely recommend everyone to play through Heart of Thorns with a sylvari at least once, for spoiler reasons I won't go into

also I don't know how long it is you haven't played and how familiar you are with the living world, but anet is shit with marketing it for what it is so it's worth mentioning, do not skip out on the living world seasons between the expansions, they are integral to the story, even if they're stupidly not bundled together with the expansions

As for class, I personally like meele classes with a good chunk of mobility, my main has been revenant for years now and I especially like the EoD spec Vindicator, PoF Renegade being a second favorite, revenant in general handled the expansions and living world as solo pretty well (certainly better than thief and warrior that I'd played before) but if you really wanted to go safe, Necromander is a fan favorite for how tanky it is, especially with its HoT spec Reaper

generally any class/race makes sense story and lore wise, arguably there's some tropes that possible fit more than others like a ranger sylvari or a norn revenant with the protecting the mists storyline and so on, but at the end of the day it's what you make of it

hope you figure out a combo that works out for you, and welcome back \o/