#snippets monday

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippet Monday: Gremlinverse

Jak always knew when he was being stared at. He'd developed a sense for it out of necessity in the Fortress; knowing when unfriendly eyes were on him was sometimes all that stood between him and another beating. It made his skin prickle, and his heart race. It wasn’t just his imagination: the dozen or so Wastelanders in the vehicle pit were openly gawking at them as they climbed out of the buggy.

It's Mar they're staring at, Jak tried to reassure himself. Not me. They aren't staring at me.

A thin arm slipped around his shoulders, and Jak looked up quickly. Daxter walked beside him, eyes darting back and forth rapidly. To anyone else, the gesture would have seemed protective -- and in part, it was. But Jak knew that Daxter was seeking reassurance as much as he was. They were strangers in a strange city, and lacked the easy confidence with which Tess approached the Wastelanders.

Tess sauntered boldly alongside Sig with the crocadog at her heels, eagerly pointing at one thing then another to ask questions. From the moment she'd spotted a woman wielding a weapon that was part staff, part morph gun, there had been a spark in her eye that only grew brighter.

"What's the rate of fire on it?" Tess asked.

Sig smirked indulgently. "Go ask her yourself, cherry. Each gunstaff is custom."

With an excited squeal, Tess ducked under Sig’s outstretched arm to approach the woman. Her bubbly greeting was received with a guarded and not very friendly response, but this didn't dim her enthusiasm in the slightest. She was more than used to such attitudes in the saloon.

"Oh. My. Blob." Tess hopped like a child with a crush. "Is that blowback breech assist? How'd you work that into such a sleek design?"

Some of the warrior's suspicious demeanor eased. Weapons talk? From a city kid?

She glanced up at Sig and Damas with a raised brow.

"Civvy candidate or temp worker?" she asked bluntly.

"Sponsored candidate," Sig answered. "The kid's got a thing for gunsmithing."

He waved a hand in their direction.

"Tess, this is Zara. Zara, Tess."

"Sponsored, huh?"

With a cocky smile, Zara gestured to Tess with her chin.

"Tell you what, Sunshine, you bring me a battle amulet and I'll show you how to make your own gunstaff."

"Bet on it!" Tess chirped. She waved and all but skipped back to the main group.

"Um...do...do you know how to get a battle amulet? Or where?" Daxter asked her quietly.

Tess shrugged. "Nah, but I'll figure it out. I always do."

"That's true," Daxter mused.

His freckled face darkened to crimson as Tess slipped her hand into his and laced their fingers together. On his other side, Jak shot him a wicked grin. Before, Daxter had never really had to worry about people seeing him blush. The bright orange fur covering his body had camouflaged it, giving him an abnormally good poker face. Now, of course, he was right back to wearing his heart on his sleeve again. And right now, that heart was pounding fit to burst.

He had no idea what Tess saw in him, really. He was just the goofy sidekick, making up exploits for even a crumb of attention. Maybe she liked storytellers or something. She certainly liked his freckles. For a moment, Daxter almost wished Jak's "uncle" could be there so that he could see the "little, annoying, miserably ugly one" walking hand in hand with an absolutely dynamite girl.

The memory sat sour in his stomach, barely tempered by remembering the disgust on Jak’s face when his guardian prattled on with his insults. Jak used to try so hard to make himself speak out loud whenever people would say things like that to Daxter. He would get so angry, and then ever more frustrated when his voice wouldn't obey him and the rebuke stayed lodged in his throat.

That had always made Daxter feel both better and worse, somehow. Knowing that Jak was always ready to stand up for him made everything bearable. But knowing the depths of Jak's frustration, being unable to make the adults stop, and how powerless it made him feel-

Well. Daxter hated seeing Jak upset. He always had.

The thought drew his mind back to the present, and he discreetly checked Jak to gauge his mood. The smaller boy was tense, walking in a state of hypervigilance. He kept his eyes on Damas’s broad back -- and the top of Mar’s curly head by extension -- as they moved from the circular garages to an inner gate into the city. Beyond it, houses lay stacked in piles of sandstone, adobe, and sheet metal in asymmetrical clumps interrupted by dusty streets. Laundry criss-crossed the alleys from upper storey windows like flags -- much of it in earth-tones, ostensibly for desert camouflage, but Daxter could spot more than a few items in lively yellows and blues.

"So uh..." Daxter cleared his throat to rid himself of the awkward squeak -- he couldn't help it after having fought alongside Damas. The man was just plain intimidating!

"Which um, which house is yours?"

Damas juggled Mar a little higher. "Well, Mar? Do you remember the way home?" he asked.

With a wide smile, Mar pointed to the armored tower that loomed over the rest of the city. The one they had taken for just a beacon.

Daxter was pretty sure Jak's eye was twitching.

"That's your house?!" he sputtered.

"Oooooof course it is," Jak sighed. "Nobody in this family is normal, apparently."

"And don't you forget it," Damas answered placidly.

"Normal is for city-slickers, anyway," Sig added, tousling Jak's hair as he strode past.

Crowding into the small elevator at the base of the tower was not an especially enjoyable experience for anyone. Sig was backed against the side rail, Daxter was having doubts about structural integrity, and all Jak could see was a forest of elbows in his face. He suspected that this was how Daxter had been seeing the world for the last two years. It was definitely how Mar saw things when not being carried. But currently Mar was free of the elbow parade, up in Damas’s arms, enviably unsquished. Of course, Jak wasn't going to ask someone to pick him up. He'd just stay with the elbows, thanks.

"There's only one way in and out of the tower?" Tess asked, glancing around. "Isn't that a tactical hazard?"

Sig shrugged, having never really put much thought into it. He didn't live there, after all. Damas, however, acknowledged the observation with a half smile.

"Well," he said, "There's only one way in and out to the public."

Tess raised her eyebrows. "Ah. Fair enough."

When the elevator locked into place at the top of the shaft, everyone under eighteen abruptly lost their senses.

The throne room was filled with water.

Streams, pools, even trickles dropping from the ceiling here and there. Homemade thickets of date palms around the edges of the chamber added to the feeling of an indoor oasis. In the desert, that made for a truly intimidating show of wealth and power.

There was a purpose to the display, however -- as Damas had learned shortly after coming to power. The looming statue of a Precursor Oracle to the right of the dais was hollow: a facade to hold pipes that ran through a filtration system that filled much of the interior of the tower. Water was drawn from the ocean below, passed through several filtration rooms, then sent out of the base of the statue and onto a massive water wheel behind the dais. From there, the well-filtered water was sent back through pipes and into the city. The runoff flowed through the pools and streams of the throne room to power generators under the floor.

Jak stared at the rocks and damp sand coating the floor. So that really had been a memory! He'd been taught to swim here, in another life. An impulse seized him, and he kicked off his oversized boots the second he'd squirmed between the elbows to exit the lift. The stones were pleasantly warm against his bare feet, and the sand was cool and wet. The motion of the water thrummed with unrefined blue eco potential, resonating in Jak’s blood in a way that made it impossible to stand still. How he would have liked to take the jet board over that water wheel!

"This place is awesome!" Daxter gasped behind him.

Damas looked just a little smug. "We've worked hard to make it so."

In his arms, Mar began to squirm restlessly -- no doubt sensing the eco of motion just as Jak did.

"Swim! Go swim, Daddy!"

"After you say hello to your mother," Damas admonished. "She hasn't seen you in a very long time, little one."

"Damas?"

A woman's voice cut through the sound of the water like a bell, and everyone paused.

A pathway of stepping stones cut through the pools, leading to a raised dais framed by the water wheel. Torchlit pillars on either side were emblazoned with the spiral design that Jak would later learn was the symbol of the desert Wastelanders, meant to signify the wind. There was a dark-skinned woman in blue standing beside one of the pillars, with her hand resting against the wind-spiral carving. And judging by the shriek that tore out of Mar, the lady was exactly who Jak thought she was.

"Mm-a!"

Damas set Mar down on the walkway and watched with a soft expression as the tiny boy raced across the stone to fling his arms around the short woman's thick waist. Phobos tried her best to restrain a soft sob, successfully relegating it to a hiccuping gasp. Then she fell to her knees to scoop Mar into her arms, rocking back and forth where she knelt.

"My baby-!" she choked, and buried her face in his hair for a moment before turning to cover his round cheeks in kisses.

Mar giggled and pushed at her lips. "Nooo! Smoochy-monster!"

Behind him, Jak heard Sig numbly mumble, "Precursors. He remembers the Smoochy-monster game?"

"The what?" Daxter whispered to Tess.

Tess shrugged. It seemed straightforward enough to her.

Proudly, Mar leaned back in his mother's arms to point to himself.

"Mommy, I am so big now! I'm big enough to swim all by myself!"

"He isn't," Tess interjected, "Don't let him fool you."

Phobos quickly wiped her eyes -- red and watery though they remained -- and pulled Mar close again. Sitting cross-legged on the stone, she folded herself around her son, either laughing, weeping, or both.

"Baby, I missed you so much! I knew Uncle Sig would find you, I knew it!"

Open-mouthed, Mar looked back at Sig. "How'd you know that?"

Phobos's lips wobbled as she tried to smile around another sob. "Call- call it a mother's intuition. Or call it faith."

Jak startled when a hand fell on his shoulder. Apologetically, Damas let go, but stayed close.

"We never gave up, you know," he said quietly, and somehow Jak knew the words were for him and not his small counterpart. "We never stopped searching for you."

Surrounded by uncomfortable emotions, Jak blurted out the nagging fear that had plagued him from the moment they set foot in the city, "If I'd been sixteen, would you still say that? Would you still look if I wasn't small and...and cute?"

That was not an easy question to answer. And Jak knew it wasn't really fair -- Damas had never seen him in the sixteen-ish year old shape, how was he supposed to answer? But the dark eco in his blood curled around that anxiety and worried at it like a cat, batting it around and howling until the rest of him conceded that there was a problem. Tentatively, Jak looked back at Damas, about to tell him he didn't have to answer that.

He didn’t want to know anyways, he told himself. Damas had been unusually kind to him, and he didn't want to ruin that image.

Damas didn’t answer the question. Instead, he frowned down at Jak and asked, "Why would that change anything? I would still be finding a second son I didn't know I could hope for, regardless of how tall he'd gotten."

Jak turned his head again quickly, hoping to hide his emotions from the man. "But-" he said thickly, barely audible over Phobos's sobs, muffled though they were, "I wasn't....I was a freak. I turned into something...else, whenever I got angry!"

Damas made a thoughtful hum behind him, then sighed heavily. "Forgive me if I sound flippant, but without having witnessed that for myself, I can't help thinking that just sounds like puberty. I wasn't the most lovable individual from fourteen to sixteen either."

Jak felt him tense slightly.

"In fact," the man muttered, suddenly even more awkward, "I recall a...large quantity of traffic incidents caused during that period."

Something about the image of the intimidating warrior accidentally scraping against walls and knocking into other drivers in a zoomer struck Jak as funny. He couldn't picture Damas as a teenager -- in his mind he just saw himself with Damas’s rather unusual hair. It was decidedly bizarre -- Daxter would have called it a "cursed image" -- and despite himself, Jak found himself snorting in amusement.

"How many zoomers have you totaled?" he asked.

Damas moved to crouch beside him with a mischievous smirk. "Accidentally, or deliberately?"

"Yes."

Glancing back at Sig, Tess, and Daxter, all of whom seemed too uncomfortable witnessing the emotional reunion to notice, Damas leaned in and whispered to Jak, "One hundred and fifteen."

Jak blinked. "You're a bad driver," he said without thinking.

Damas flushed slightly as he managed to suppress a laugh into a hissing wheeze.

"Hey!" he gently jostled the boy's arm. "Only some of those were accidents!"

"Then you're a bad driver on purpose."

"And I suppose you have a spotless driving record, little man?"

Jak puffed up indignantly and jostled Damas back. "You had somebody to teach you how to drive. I figured it out all by myself and still won the Memorial Stadium Cup."

"The death race?" Damas wrinkled his nose. "I hope that was when you were...taller."

"Hey!"

[basiatlu]

Snippet Monday

Thanks for tagging me @squintclover and a very merry belated birthday to youuuuu 🥰🥳

Lots of cropped goodies to show!

I shall tag @littlewinnow @mono-chromia @kk1smet @drarrargh and anyone else who would like to take part! ♡♡♡

[drarrargh]

monday snippets

thank you!! for tagging me @littlewinnow and @basiatlu !!! you guys are so rad

here are some monday snippets that are in fact wednesday snippets. they are maybe a little funny

tagging my beloveds @spacesaz @storiestoldbytime @appleslightning @handledwithgloves and @tinygxrilla :DD

[justallihere]

“You’ve been the queen of Tyrrendor for two months, Violet. You’d think your tolerance for betraying Navarre might be a bit higher by now.”

[redo-rewind-if]

Sorry for the lack of snippets lately, I figured since it's so close to release that I wouldn't do anymore atm but... I couldn't resist sharing some of this scene lol.

[ghcstao3]

dragon shifter!ghost is indeed being written <3

[rollercoasterwords]

monday snippet

@fruityindividual ty 4 the tag posting here of course tho…here’s a bit of wfrau ch 25 (spoiler warning etc):

“Alright,” Sirius says, again, once Potter finishes speaking. He turns towards the door, expectantly—the wards are still up, and he’ll need Potter to remove them to get out. But the other man hesitates, seeming suddenly unsure.

“Hang on,” he says, haltingly, “There’s…here.”

He’s pulling something out of his pocket. An envelope. He passes it over, and Sirius accepts, automatically. The name Remus is written on the front.

“It’s a letter,” Potter says, though Sirius is only half-listening. “You left it for him, but he didn’t…well. I thought you might want it back. Might help fill in some of the gaps.”

“Thanks,” Sirius hears himself say.

no-pressure tags…if any of u r writing something & you’d like 2 share etc: @steelycunt @sectoren @twisted-tales-told @pretentiouswreckingball

[mollywog]

Miscellaneous Monday

Tagged by @thelettersfromnoone 🫶 (here)

Outtake from Reunion! -> (Go check out THG Comment Feast!)

“You’re sharing a room with Johanna. She’s in therapy now, so we’ve got another half hour until she’s back. Which reminds me, you should watch out for your morphling, they’ve been weaning her off and I wouldn’t put it past her to take yours”

“She can have it.” I don’t particularly like this feeling and how can I mind when she was almost tortured to death by Snow after the Quarter Quell?

“Unfortunately that’s not how medicine works.”

I shrug.

‘I’m serious Katniss. I’m worried about her. She should be out of the hospital by now.”

She had no one before the Quell and now even the other Victors are too preoccupied: Beetee with his work, Finnick with Annie, Haymitch with the two of us. I can’t think about it for too long. “So will Haymitch be adopting her too?”

“Can’t. She’s not a minor. He’d have to marry her to get her assigned to our compartment.”

“Don’t even joke about that.”

He chuckles, “nah, I’m gonna ask Delly to take her on. Did you know she was here?”

Tagging @waywardangel-wilds @atelierlili @typewriteringalaxy @tetheredfeathers @littlemarianah @absnow @thesunpersists

[persephoneflouwers]

Sunday Snippet

LIKE CHERRY BLOSSOMS by PERSEPHONEFLOUWERS

Written for the @omegaharryfest , coming soon.

“Look at that. Still in the realm of the living, then” Zayn runs a hand through his hair, and confidently strides towards them. The threatening shield peeks out from behind his shoulders. “The ungifted Prince.”

Louis snorts. Was it supposed to sound like an insult or something?

“Don’t say that, Z.,” Harry whispers. He sounds out of breath and seems unsure. Louis smells he’s getting more nervous by the second.

“Why, H? It’s the truth.”

“Zayn,” Louis interjects. He knows very well he can defend himself. “Did you forget that I don’t give a shit about that, huh? I thought you could come up with something more…creative.”

Louis's eyes flicker over to Harry, his gaze lingering for just a moment. His alpha kicks in his chest, when the smell of Harry's distress reaches the subtle scent of unease wafting through the air. Without saying a word, Louis knows that it should be his turn to step in, to offer comfort and protection.

“None of this creative nonsense, Louis,” Zayn says, “You’ve never been worthy.”

And this might as well be said inside his mind, because he feels the world grow suffocatingly quiet, as if the air itself has been sucked away. Shadows creep along the walls, devouring any trace of light.

Aracne.

TAGS: Ex married to lovers, Royalty with mentions of superpowers, mythology, mythological creatures as pets/weapons (lmao), Infertility, mpreg, mating cycles, side ziam, side shiall, mentions of war, dual POV, war and fights, plot twist, main character death (or is it??? Not sure how to say this), non traditional ABO dynamics which means omegas are not simply cute pretty little things, but bad ass intimidating warriors and alphas are basically the commoners lucky enough to marry them :)

[totallynotmeems]

Ten+ Sentence Tuesday

“Edwin, you’re being sassy again, and not in the fun gay way, in the bitch way,” Niko says. Edwin huffs. “You’re just jealous because you have a crush on that anchor. What’s his name? Carmen? Clark? Kyle?”

“It’s Charles and I think you know that, Niko.” He looks properly irritated. He’ll get over it soon. “And no, I don’t have a crush on him. He’s my competition, he’s the enemy. It would be like befriending the archduke’ assassin.”

from 🎤 red wine supernova (full list of wips found here)

[snowfolly]

✨Snippet Sunday on a Monday✨

Thanks so much for the tag @tragedybunny !

Here’s a snippet from a chapter FAR, far down the road in Endlessly (I write these chapters so out of order that it’s not even funny)

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“Firstly, I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to become a vampire. I know what a true vampire is capable of, as do you. It's not just Cazador that's a piece of shit, Astarion...”

“It won't be the same with me, with us.”

“Won't it, my love? What makes us different from any other person who's become a true vampire?”

Astarion made a sour face as he broke eye contact with Tali. He clearly wasn't happy with what the bard had to say, but it seemed that the vampling knew that his lover was right, even if it hurt.

“The anguish of loss is just going to be a fact in the matter of a relationship where one is endless and the other expires. I've read countless stories and poems and sang a myriad of ballads and songs about such fates — they were tragedies, yes, but such is life,” Tali managed as sorrow fell over him heavily, a wilting feeling that grew from his heart and caused awful, stinging tears to flood his eyes. Such was life, truly, and gods did it hurt — but life was nothing if not a tragedy in the end.

“But it doesn’t have to be this way! It’s not fair to either of us when immortality is a conceivable fate — for both of us,” Astarion attested, his eyes large and desperate, and Tali gave him a sullen smile. He very much understood Astarion’s fear of loss, it was painful to think that he'd watch Tali die one day, one way or another, and have to move on with his undead life. But unlike Tali and his lost love, Astarion would have to live with that woeful burden forever.

“Life isn't fair, my sweet love. I will die and you will not, and that is how it will be,” Tali said, choking up slightly as the words fell from his lips, “but our world — and all the countless realms — they hold great magic. All is not lost. Perhaps we can find another way.”

Tali tried in vain to keep a straight face as Astarion laid his head down on the pillow in apparent defeat — at least for the time being — and he locked eyes with the bard as a few tears fell, making a soft pattering upon the fresh linen.

“I hate this,” he said under his breath as Tali wiped at his own eyes.

“I know.”

“I just want us to be endless, little bird.”

Oh Astarion… poor, sweet Astarion…

No pressure tagging: @ollysoxisfree @vixstarria @bardic-inspo @pursuitseternal @tallymonster and anyone who wants to do the thing! (And sorry if ya got double tagged)

[hippolotamus]

Moodboard Monday

share a moodboard as well as a snippet from the fic it’s for! Also using this as my Tease Tidbit Tuesday.

Thanks for the tag (and game!) @gayedmundodiaz

From my unnamed Lutalia fic. Prev snippet here. NSFW snippet under the cut 😉

This Lucy can do. She’s confident about her abilities and desires in the bedroom. Or wherever she happens to be. She also recognizes Natalia believing she wants control. But Lucy knows better, knows Natalia prefers taking orders rather than giving them. That much had become clear the very first time they fucked in a single occupancy bar bathroom.

Lucy shivers, recalling how beautifully obscene Natalia looked leaning over the sink, gripping the porcelain edges while Lucy ordered her to watch in the mirror and stay quiet. The way Natalia’s perfect mouth hung open, contorted in pleasure as Lucy played with her nipple, rubbing her through damp lace panties until she came with a silent cry.

God, Nat was so good for her. So fucking obedient kneeling on the floor, eating her out while Lucy held her loosely by a handful of unruly curls.

It was possibly the closest thing Lucy ever had to a religious experience and what made her seek Natalia out again and again until they agreed to exclusively fuck each other.

no pressure tagging @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @wikiangela @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons @elvensorceress @giddyupbuck @monsterrae1 @spagheddiediaz @spotsandsocks @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @your-catfish-friend @statueinthestone @buddierights @hoodie-buck @the-likesofus @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @eowon @honestlydarkprincess @spaceprincessem @pirrusstuff @jesuisici33 @apothecarose @watchyourbuck @weewootruck @exhuastedpigeon @underwater-ninja-13 @messyhairdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @jamespearce9-1-1 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @callmenewbie @vanillahigh00 and anyone else who wants to share

[puddleslimewrites]

Day Off

A throat cleared behind them and Villain turned, arms spread in a grand gesture of welcome. "Ah, Hero. Just who I-"

"Why are you causing trouble on my day off?"

Villain blinked at the abrupt interruption. Frowning, they took a moment to observe Hero's appearance.

They were dressed in pajamas. Though it was approaching noon, their sleep clothes were wrinkled, hair tossled like they just rolled out of bed. The sturdy boots they wore with thick soles were replaced by a pair of fuzzy pink bunny slippers. All in all, they looked wildly out of place. In fact, the only indication that they were on duty was the badge on their chest that cleared them to bypass the police baracade and step onto the crime scene.

Hero crossed their arms, waiting.

"Erm..." Villain hadn't been expecting this attitude. This wasn't a part of their script at all. Scrambling to regain their stance, they drew themself up to their full height. "I needn't explain myself to you. However, I will let you kn-"

"A hostage? Really?"

The eyebrow raised in their direction left Villain feeling insulted. How dare they! They put so much work into setting this all up, and what do they get? Hero barely spared them a glance and now-

Villain saw the punch coming but they could swear that Hero seemed to move faster in those damned fuzzy flip flops than they ever had in their suit.

~

It didn't take long for Hero to subdue them. They dusted off their hands and glared down at the villain, now bound and held in place by two of the responding officers.

"Anything to say before I go?" It was gracious of them, really, to hear their enemy out. Their free time was still slowly dwindling down, after all.

Villain refused to meet their eye. They were most certainly not pouting as they grumbled, "If you were busy, they could have sent Other Hero."

Other Hero wouldn't have been ideal - they'd staged all this to catch Hero's attention - but Hero didn't need to know that.

Hero shook their head, the scowl from earlier quickly returning to their face. "Other Hero is still injured from their last fight, so I had to take the call with no one else in this sector."

Villain looked absolutely pitiful the way they wilted under Hero's gaze. Hero knew not to fall for it - this villain was known for their trickery on top of the theatrics. Still, they offered them a small appeasement as they turned to go back home.

"Next time, pick a Monday," they said off-hand. "I never have those off."

They didn't see the way Villain's face brightened and paid no attention to the shouts of alarm from behind them as they left the scene. With their badge shoved deep into the pocket of their pajama pants, Hero squinted up at the sun. They still had some time left. Good.

As far as they were concerned, they were done for the day. They showed up and took care of the threat. Now they were going back to sleep.

[amethystpath-writes]

Bread and Eggs

(NOT A PR0MPT)

******

It started with the ringing of Villain’s phone. He wasn’t surprised to see Hero’s name pop up. He admired the too-small circle with her picture on it. It was impossible to tell by looking at the emblem, but Villain knew it was a picture from their first date.

To think it had been five years ago...

Villain’s picture on Hero’s phone had been a more recent photo, one from their engagement. An image of him kneeling with the classic black velvety case. It was warm the day of their engagement- Villain didn’t dare propose on a cold day; it would have led to an obvious refusal.

He used to joke that warmth was the only reason Hero even liked him. “You scorn me constantly,” Villain would tease. “You only like me because of the heat I so generously produce.”

“As if you have any control over it! You can’t help that you’re so warm, but it is definitely a plus,” she would ultimately agree.

Now, they were married- and, oh, hadn’t it been a dream? Looking for homes, buying a home, getting groceries, coming home to one another, holding each other at the end of the day. It was all Villain wanted in life, and for so long, it seemed impossible. Yet, here they were; her joyful face was beaming at his under the name ‘Love of my life’.

Answering the phone, Villain jokingly began, “Yes, honey, I remembered to get the bread and eggs.”

The voice that answered wasn’t Hero’s.

***

[theicarusconstellation]

monday snippet

thank you for the tag my kit @ninety-two-bees <3

They lay in silence, James’ fingers still running through Regulus’ hair, and eventually, Regulus does fall asleep. It is only for a short while, but it rejuvenates him more than a full night could due to James’ presence. When he stirs, James has not moved. He still studies Regulus with a tender gaze and waits attentively as he wakes.

“Good morning. Again,” he teases. Regulus wrinkles his nose and blinks the sleep from his eyes.

“Kiss please,” he mumbles, still half-asleep. James chuckles, tugging him closer and giving him a long, deep kiss as he sits them both up and pulls Regulus into his lap. Regulus protests the movement, but the feeling of leaning his back against James’ chest is quite nice, and he gives in to the protective embrace.

fic: and though i burn, how could i fall?

npt: @ecstarry @regscupid @magswrite @spacexcowgirl @bellaxisworld @drowninginthoughts27 and anyone else who’d like to join <3

[magicaldreamfox1]

dreamy snippets

— i know what you desire (you're such a bad, bad liar): chapter 9

don't even mind the change in font from the last snippet my phone updated and it did this to my notes app. let's not talk abt it. anyways new chapter soon i'm currently editinggg 👀