#sorry that i couldn't really bring too much information on most of these books but like i said i'm tired

[lyxchen]

Okay so I got inspired by this post by @fandomfourever to take a look at some of the books on In-ho's desk in the room where Jun-ho looks for him in season 1. Here's a picture and I numbers the books which I looked up so you know what book I'm talking about

(also just fyi it's almost 5am where I live but I feel the need to make this post now instead of tomorrow, if there are any spelling mistakes in this post or something is worded weirdly, that's why)

So let's go!! First book:

So book number one is the one I'm most uncertain about. The book here is titled "René Magritte, l'empire des lumières" (empire of lights) and online I found this book with the same title but a different cover. You can even read or download it here if you want. But what I also found out is that "l'empire des lumières" is a series of 27 paintings that René Magritte made over the years and they're always of a landscape at night (often a house lit by a street lamp) while the sky in the background is a sunlit sky by day and In-ho seems to like this series a lot. We can assume that because he has both a small print of it taped to the desk and again a bigger print of it framed hanging on his wall

I'm pretty sure the framed one is this one but I can't be fully sure:

Second book:

Book number 2 is "Picasso, The Blue and Rose Periods". I have to admit I didn't find out anything specific about this book, I think it's just a book about Picasso's art. If I'm wrong please correct me. Also the picture of the book I put here isn't the same cover as the one on In-ho's desk but it should still be the same book

The third book is about Monet/his art and if I'm correct it's the one by Christoph Heinrich. Again I didn't look up too much information about this one because it's just an art book.

The fourth book is "Van Gogh, The Complete Paintings" by Ingo F. Walther and Rainer Metzger. Again art book about Vincent van Gogh's art

So for book number 5 I couldn't actually figure out which book specifically it is. From what I can read it's called "Campus Life" and I tried looking that up but there were multiple books with that title (one of them was gay tho sooo...). Also maybe that's just me but it does kinda look like it could also be a notebook?

Lastly book 6:

It's called "The Catcher in the Rye" by J. D. Salinger and it's a novel from 1951 and it's about a 17 year old boy looking back on three specific days from his past. You can find the description and what it's about online. I'm gonna read through that tomorrow I think

Bonus book but I couldn't find the exact one:

This one, which is on another shelf on In-ho's desk. It's probably an art book on Picasso

So what does this tell us about In-ho? He's an artist, or at least very interested in art and he specifically likes René Magritte's "l'empire des lumières" series so much that he has two prints and a book about it

[hedwig221b]

Hi 💕 I love your writing so much - especially the dark and creepy and twisted!

Do you have any Dark Derek/Stiles recs?

I am over a month late answering this, but sure! I love dark sterek with my soul!

The Moon Gave Me Permission by Melpomene (Aconitehart)

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this,” Scott says, eyeing Stiles’ fries. “But Derek Hale is back in town. I saw him at the gas station the other day.” This piques Stiles’ interest. Oh yes it does. Like any good true crime aficionado, Stiles has his favourite case. His pet cold case. His hometown murder. The thing he brings up when he’s tired of small talk and just wants to get real. The Hale Family Fire and the suicide of Katherine Argent. Stiles knows this case inside and out. He’s racked up thousands of karma points on reddit for his thoughtful analysis, his pictures of the crime scene, and of his reporting of local gossip. Beacon Hills is a small town, small enough that Stiles is the only one on the Unresolved Mysteries subreddit to have actually seen the burnt out shell in person. He’ll tell anyone who listens what he finds fascinating about the case. Absolutely no shame. He’s read all of the articles, he’s pestered his father’s deputies for more information, and he’s read every cold case compilation book that so much as mentions it. No one knows this case like Stiles does. In which Derek Hale is a man with a dark past, and Stiles is completely obsessed with him.

Three Little Words by Chloepioneer

“Oh god,” he whines, slapping a hand over his mouth to quell the vomit that boils the back of his throat. “Derek, is that the mailman?” or Derek has a bad habit of killing people that take an interest in Stiles. Stiles might like it a little bit.

I am not sorry, it is a lie by LunarLacrimosa

There's old stories. Dark tales of forced love and forced turnings. Of sexual copulation that would almost guarantee a human turning; the bite had a risk of being denied because a human was rejecting what was happening to them. Usually the human had no idea that they could reject anything with copulation—if it happened to be forced there was the rejection of the act itself, but not of the change. “I didn't know.” Stiles raises his gaze to meet Derek's own, honey brown eyes resigned but not betrayed. “I'm sorry,” and he supposes he should be grateful that Stiles couldn't pick up the tick in his heartbeat that would give him away just yet. “I know this isn't what you wanted.”

A brand new game by Nival_Vixen

The nogitsune never really left, but Stiles hasn't stopped trying to control the monster in his head, even if he wakes up screaming most mornings. Even when he's managed to control the nogitsune and his power, Deaton and Scott still bind and restrict him. For the next three years, Stiles plays along with their game until he decides that he's ready to play his winning hand.

Alpha by Nival_Vixen

Stiles has been kidnapped by a serial killer known only as Alpha. Stiles finds himself far too attracted to the man that's probably going to kill him.

No one called, until someone did. by queen_of_OTPs

Stiles found that he hadn’t spoken more than necessary since August. Gone were the rambling rants, extravagant gestures, and range of vocal tones. Monotone sentences that were cut with sharp edges, words like knives and tone like venom. No one had called.

Sights by dontleaveportland

“Stiles!” John’s booming voice cut in through Stiles’s clouded mind, "What have you done?!” Stiles looked up, finally seeing the scene before him. Braeden beneath him. The blood soaked field. All Hell broke loose in what seemed like seconds, the ground’s vibrations intensified, the screaming voices multiplied. Finally, an alpha’s roar broke the clamor. Stiles sank back to the ground, into the deafening silence. Or that time Derek sought a mate by village competition.

Whatever He Wants, Part Two by GentlyWithAChainsaw

Stiles just adores being Derek's new omega.

the feral wind that lit him ablaze by quackquackcey

"If you don't stop me right now," said Derek, whispers of threatening promise curling around his words, "you’ll never escape my clutches." Claws grazed along the sides of Stiles' neck and Stiles shivered with a moan. His eyes met scarlet ones, filled with the primordial power, deadly and feral, and his core shook. A soft laugh. "Too late," he breathed. ——— FBI agent Stiles goes undercover in Eichen House and ends up with only the most dangerous captive as his cellmate, the serial mass murderer Derek Hale. However, neither his case nor Derek are as they seem, and as the mysteries unravel, so do the secrets of his past that haunt him. Will he burn down alone in the fire around him, or will he burn down with Derek in the fire they spark? 🐺❤️‍🔥

Got My Eyes on You by Endellion

Stiles moves into town and Derek wants him.

Sex and Violence by halcyon1993

Derek is a feared mafia boss. Stiles gets turned on watching him work.

Might be a Predator by churkey

Derek's mom once told him they were predators. It never occurred to him to ask, 'If werewolves are predators, what do we hunt?'.

The Spoils of War by halcyon1993

Alpha Derek is a commander in the Roman Army, tasked with pillaging settlements to claim them for his own people. When he comes across a pretty young Omega during his latest conquest, he can't resist taking him as his personal prize.

Killer wolf by TheBeastsWrite

"They’d all but fallen into his apartment, a tangle of limbs and hot kisses, wet lips swollen and crushing together, clashing again and again until the teen was whimpering in delight. It wasn’t until he was pulling the shirt over the teens head that he had gasped out a desperate “I know it was you.”" Derek is a serial killer, Stiles know's he'll understand.

is this a dream (or is it my lesson?) by Melpomene (Aconitehart)

"I can save you from this," Derek says. As he kneels down in front of Stiles, colour returns to the faded water. It spreads, slowly, up the creek bed and towards the forest. Life returning. "I don't -" Derek cups his cheek, and warmth blooms from that simple contact, chasing away the icy cold within him. "All you have to do is say yes." He opens his mouth to refuse, but Derek leans in suddenly. Their noses brush and Stiles' eyes flutter closed. He can't help but tip his chin up, begging for something he's never had before. "Derek," he whispers, longing burning within him as their lips touch. "Humans are like moths," Derek murmurs. "Always chasing after the lights in the forest. You want to be hunted, deep down. You want this." In which Derek is a forest god determined to make Stiles his.

Perception by DiscontentedWinter

Peter Hale's client is a murderous sociopath. The best thing Peter can do is get him committed to Eichen House, where he'll never see daylight again. He thinks.

Other fic recs: angsty fics | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles | bad friend Scott | pack mom!Stiles | unrequited love | werewolf!Stiles | single parent!Stiles

[maidflowery]

Pinky Promise

Jiaoqiu x Reader

You have a bad day and Jiaoqiu is there for you. But unbeknownst to you...

An extremely shitty day.

That was the only way to describe it.

Where absolutely nothing went right. When you thought it couldn't get worse, but it did.

But at least now by leaning against the table, faceplanting it, you could forget your anger, sorrow, frustration, even if just a moment.

How you wish you could just disappear.

Just then, you heard the door opening gently.

"You forgot to lock the front door again."

A smooth, silvery voice rang.

You didn't bother to look up. You already knew who that was. Besides, he had sent you a chat informing his visit beforehand.

Just then, you caught a whiff of a sweet-smelling fragrance...

...Chocolate?

You peeked through the gap in your arms.

True enough, the pink Foxian stood there, with a porcelain cup in his hand. He was your neighbor.

You found him buried in the snow, injured, but that was a story for another time. After you saved him, he moved in next door, and even gave you his key.

Ever since you learned how much of a good cook he was, you'd pester him to cook for you. As such, you didn't really mind that he invited himself into your room.

Jiaoqiu was smiling, but when he noticed your gaze, he leaned in slightly.

"Well, despite my advice, it seems that someone went ahead and pulled an all-nighter anyway."

His kind tone bore soft admonishment.

Your puffy red eyes must've been a dead giveaway. Yeah, you weren't only sad, but tired.

Under normal circumstances, you'd have countered it with, 'Whachu gonna do about it, Doc? Feed me chillies?'

By the way, he was actually a doctor. He'd often give you health advice, which sometimes went ignored.

"...There was an important presentation today." You could only muster a weak reply.

"You've mentioned. How did it go?"

"...Well, I-I did my best, but..."

"Well done."

"...But I messed up. I couldn't answer the professor's questions, and he threatened to fail me. I'll have to make up for it by doing a bunch of assignments later..."

Even though some passed it for so much less. All that effort, down the drain because the professor felt like giving you hell today. But it is what it is.

"...Well done."

Was it just your feeling, or did his voice sound softer...?

And no, it wasn't sarcasm. You knew he was far too kind for that.

You finally looked up.

"!"

Jiaoqiu's gentle smile was unchanging as always, without a shred of disappointment.

"I'm sorry to hear about the unsatisfactory result. But I know how hard you worked for it. So, well done."

The smile of someone who never stopped believing you.

Suddenly, something hot trickled down your cheek. Realizing what it was, you immediately buried your face in your arms.

"W-what about you? You never told me why you were visiting!"

"I tried my hands at making something."

Clink.

You could hear the sound of a cup being placed down on the table, right in front of you.

"This is..."

Almost immediately, you were tantalized by the rich, sweet fragrance of cocoa, mixed with the bitterness of coffee.

"Ah, the cafe that had a wonderful Creamy Coco Frappuccino shut down... How I wish I can taste it again..."

Once, you had said that in front of him in passing.

Jiaoqiu's culinary expertise was Chinese cuisine, and more often than not, traditional. Most of the time, he didn't recognize the modern and trendy dishes you mentioned. For example, cafes and their stylists drink.

But ever since that day, you found new recipe books strewn around his place. Rather than messy, it just seemed as if someone was trying to pinpoint a certain recipe, no matter how long it took.

Afterward, he'd cook the dishes you mentioned, one after another.

Sometimes, you didn't even remember bringing them up.

Yet, he remembered, kept your words in his heart, and wholeheartedly cooked them for you, one by one.

"I'm experimenting with something."

"I cooked too much. Why don't you have some?"

"I tried my hands at this."

Every time, he'd say such things, probably to not make you feel bad.

This drink was also one of them. The rim of the cup was even coated with hardened chocolate, and sprinkled with rock sugars, like in those cafes.

"Why don't you give it a try?" Jiaoqiu urged you.

Without further ado, you took a sip of the drink.

Creamy rich chocolate, bittersweet coffee, and milky caramel flowed into your mouth, pampering your taste buds. Gradually, your broken heart was being mended.

You placed the half-empty cup down, silently staring at the swirling liquid.

"How is it?" He asked with a hint of anticipation.

"...Jiaoqiu, marry me."

"...!!"

Overflowing with gratitude, happiness, and warmth, those words just spilled out.

Your eyes were getting heavier for some reason.

...Right, you didn't sleep at all last night, re-reading the materials and all.

I'm so sleepy...

As your consciousness faded, you saw Jiaoqiu reaching out toward you.

"Promise me, then."

He presented you his pinky finger.

Under the dazzling sunlight, his pink hair fluttered, reminiscent of fallen cherry blossoms. He gave you a smile just as bright, if not brighter than the sun.

So, how could you resist?

Before you fell asleep, you remembered hooking fingers with him.

︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦‧ ₊˚・

Jiaoqiu carried the sleeping girl to her room, before tucking her in.

Then, he peered into her face.

"...Jiaoqiu, marry me."

Even as he recalled it, his heart skipped a beat. It was a rare physical phenomenon for him, probably once in a lifetime. Jiaoqiu only recalled experiencing it twice. Just now, and when she nursed him to health back then.

"...Whether you spoke without thinking, sleep talked, or just joked, you've made a promise."

Golden eyes shimmered under the shadow.

"If you go back on your words, I'll chase you until the end of earth."

︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦‧ ₊˚・

Extra

After that, with the support, afternoon snacks, and midnight snacks of Jiaoqiu, you managed to finish all the assignments, and passed the class.

But somehow, the professor who ripped you to shreds suffered from severe diarrhea and had to take sick leave for a month.

All's well that ends well?

Sequel:

Good Night, Sweet Dream

[cherrychilli]

MDNI, NSFW, AFAB reader, Steve x Shy reader, inexperienced reader, oral sex(F), light pussy spanking, lil bit fluffy? just a smidge

Very much into the idea of Steve discovering his shy girlfriend's collection of steamy romance novels. I had to add a few lines from the first steamy book I ever read when I realized it was released in the 80's. For funsies and just because it happened to fit well in this little nugget of smut hehe.

On the outside they look just like any other cheesy novel, nothing on the covers that suggested otherwise. Completely ordinary looking with softly colored pictures of sun swept countryside's, flowery English gardens and misty meadows. Steve had never wondered about them, having seen them lined neatly on your shelf for as long as the two of you have been together. Even today, they still hadn't piqued his interest but you were yet to finish your shower and he had grown bored of waiting. He isn't selective when he pulls the nearest book out of its place, not very thick and small in his larger hands. The Bride, he mouths the title, looking and feeling unimpressed. He doesn't bother reading the back, choosing to settle at the foot of your bed and flip through it lazily. He lands on pages at random, face scrunching up at the mentions of highlands and lords and arranged marriages. Not his preferred reading material, he confirmed. He skips further ahead, not giving too much attention to the words until...

She tried to cover her breasts by bringing her knees up and leaning forward. "I don't have any clothes on" she informed him.

Steve paused. He goes back and reads it again, this time more carefully. He then wedged a finger between the pages to keep track of his place, quickly turning the book over to glance at the cover again to see if he'd misremembered it somehow within the last five minutes. It's the same as earlier, completely unchanged from his memory. Sprawling green hills, grazing horses and what looked to be a castle in the distance is all that's pictured. Not the kind of book he'd expected to find mentions of nude women being intruded on. "It can't be", he doubts still, flipping the book back open and reading ahead to see if he was really seeing what he thought he was.

Before she could even think to ask him what in heaven's name he was doing, he had her flat on the bed. She didn't have time to blush...

His brows raise slowly, interest very much piqued now. "Oh Princess", he lets out in a low chuckle, lips stretching into grin.

"Sorry to keep you waiting", you stepped out of the bathroom, smelling of peach scented body wash and dressed in your cotton shorts and pajama top. "What do you want to watch tonight?", you asked the boy who was yet to acknowledge you, only mildly curious to see Steve intently paging through one of your books because you couldn't see the cover with the way it was angled towards his lap.

"How about we read instead?" he lifts up the book to reveal the title to you, his lips pulled into the most smug looking smirk you thought possible.

Your body blazes when realization sinks in, eyes going wide with horror. You never thought to hide any of your raunchy books before. You didn't have all that many to begin with and they blended in seamlessly with the rest with their inconspicuous covers. You didn't see the point of tucking them away, letting them sit on your shelf in plain sight. You realize now that may have been a mistake.

"Sweetheart, you had me all fooled", Steve stared you down, looking so very amused. "Made me think you were some innocent little church mouse and here you are reading about...", he looks down at the book again, reading the first line he sees out loud with the widest grin, "her lips so soft, so pliant and when his tongue finally sank deep inside her warm mouth..."

You release a high pitched squeal, running to him to try and snatch the book away before he can read any more. "Steve no!, put that away!", you yelp helplessly but he holds it above his head and out of your reach with ease, craning his neck to read off another sentence with exaggerated glee, entirely too pleased with the circumstances, "I want to touch you the the way you touch me, please? your body belongs to me as much as my body belongs to you doesn't it?"

"Steeeeve!", you pound your fists on his broad chest, feeling a hundred degrees warmer.

He's laughing still but he takes pity on you then, handing you the book as you take it and clutch it to your chest.

"Baby baby, relax ok?", he places a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, laughter ceasing when he notices the troubled look on your face. "It's no big deal, there's nothing wrong with reading about that stuff, you know that right?". You knew it. Of course you knew it, even if your body betrayed you with a tumbling sense of embarrassment that you had found impossible to shake all your life. You answer with a little sniffle, peering up at him through your lashes. "In fact I'm glad you've opened up to it in a way you're comfortable with. I know when we...try things you're a little reserved", he offered gently.

Your face drops then, worry bubbling inside your belly because the last thing you wanted was for Steve to think that you didn't enjoy yourself with him. "It's not because I don't like it! I do! I really like it when you touch me, Steve!" you jump to reassure him only to reflexively shield your burning face with your hands when you realize how forward your little outburst made you sound. You hear him chuckle in that familiar way that he always did when you worked yourself up, feeling him tug lightly at your hands to pry them away from your face. "That's good because I really like touching you", he lets you know with a tender smile and a quick wink.

You relax a little again, looking at him apologetically, trying to explain. "It's just- I feel.."

"Shy" he finished for you. "I know, baby. I think it's cute", he rubs a thumb over your cheek gently. "And I'm sorry for teasing you", dipping down to place a kiss on your cheek in apology.

You smile for the first time since your stomach flipped at the sight of your not so secret book in Steve's hands. "It's ok", you accept. "I just wish I could be more...you know, assertive? And more vocal about what I like".

He looks down at you thoughtfully, mind working until his eyes light up. "Tell you what. You up for some fun?", he cocks an eyebrow up at you suggestively. "Because your book's given me an idea and I think I could help break you out of your shell a little"

You're more than a little intrigued to find out just what he's come up with. "How?"

"Again", he instructs sternly from between your legs and your eyes squeeze shut and you whimper when his sticky palm connects with your bare cunt again. It's never too hard but it's enough to make you jolt and whine when your swollen clit starts to throb again. "I'm sorry, Stevie", you let out in a shaky voice, breath noticeably shallow. "Go on" he prompts, tracing a finger along your folds. You open your eyes and try to focus on the page, looking for the sentence you stuttered through and struggled to finish. You'd been doing this for close to an hour now, playing the little game he had concocted for you. The rules were straightforward - you needed to read out the sex scenes clearly. No hesitation, no stuttering, no skipping, no mumbling and if you did it properly, he'd eat you out while you read. But if you messed up, he'd have to punish you, spanking you between your legs. You'd messed up a couple of times now, enduring several slaps on your soaked pussy but did notice your inhibitions starting to melt away, even if much of them still remained. Just means you have to keep practicing, right?

Taking in a deep breath, you started reading, keen to have Steve's mouth on you again. "He forced her fingers around his shaft, then thrust his fingers inside her again to rid her of her fear...", your voice starts to tremble as you read on, barely resisting the urge to moan when you feel him lap at your puffy folds again, all sensitive from his skillful tongue and forceful palm. He made it harder for you when he groaned against cunt, teasing your hole, sucking on your clit and flicking it with his tongue but you don't want the feeling to end, gripping the book tight as you continued "she welcomed the rush of blazing ecstasy consuming her..."

[scribl1ta]

Thank you @headinmud😘😘some books I want to read in 2025 (I don't think I have 9 lol).

sorry if I also skip specific tags.... please share any favorite books or recommendations though!! As you will see below I've already started/mostly finished almost everything here <3

Notes of a Crocodile by Qiu Miaojin

The only totally new book on the list😭my little sister recommended it to me and I've heard great things about the author so I am super excited to read it!! My literary horizons are pretty small ranging from about 500 BCE-250 CE so I trust my sisters to tell me what's good after that. And over my gap year I did this translation symposium thing and one of the students read a very beautiful and striking passage she'd translated from this book too.

The Injester by Ugo Tognazzi

Found in a bookstore in my city for $21, too much money for a book that's mostly recipes, so I am going to try and get it from the library and decide if I really want to own it since monsieur Tognazzi remains silent on his most notable and (in)arguably gayest role as Trimalcione. How one could leave that out of a book about food and movies is so heartbreaking, society still has so far to go #StopHate

Hadrian and the Cities of the Roman Empire by Mary T. Boatwright

This book is amazing and I've been relying on it so much for my screenplay :) I finally got a hard copy for christmas!!! I've been skipping around a lot so I don't have much to say on the reading experience but in terms of content it is truly invaluable, and the style is very precise and clear! I have trouble finding information on Athens during the Hadrianic era specifically so to have so much in one place is a Godsend.

肉蒲團/The Carnal Prayer Mat by Li Yu

I never really followed up on my Classical Chinese sidequest (now main quest??) last summer but this is how I'm using it so I don't forget too much, and hopefully get to do some research with a really cool professor I met this past semester while I was abroad🥰the book is not classical really, but I lost too many brain cells trying to explain the Chinese language on any level to my other, 老外classics professors so I won't repeat myself at the moment.

On the Set of Fellini Satyricon by Eileen Lanouette Hughes

I already started this book but I have to pace myself and make sure to actually read everything instead of always skipping to the cast photos🥸there are a lot of amazing stories in this book, definitely more than Dario Zanelli's (which is still a good one to read & focuses more on the concept behind the film), but there were a few places where the author is pretty condescending to the women she interviews, way more than the men... nevertheless a must read for you cultured besties.

Raptor by Gary Jennings

I am almost done with this book! I randomly bought it because it was cheap and looked fun and pulpy. It has a really strong concept but it's not executed on the same level imo. It's about a Gothic warrior who is born intersex and raised as a boy and as a girl, but eventually (perhaps obviously given the society) just lives as a man and as a woman only when it's convenient. The author brings up the character (Thorn)'s complex feelings towards his gender but doesn't truly explore them in a way that feels meaningful and especially that feels sympathetic to intersex people and to women. There is a lot of thorough historical detail but as much feels misplaced and it does have a reddit atheist/epicurean tone to it lmao.

I bought some books over the semester that I want to read but I don't have them at hand right now so I sadly don't remember exactly what they are called😟I might also read more of The Golden Ass in Latin for a research thing. I lost my commentary on Lucian's True Story which is so terrible👎🏻I don't know what to do I could barely read it WITH the commentary. I am also still considering coming back to Kate Quinn's Daughters of Rome series. It is SO well done, so well researched, I literally couldn't put down the first two books, and then the third... Sigh.... just when we had the perfectly paced, stylish, woman-centered historical series... I have so many thoughts on everything from the backstory she gave Antinous (mildly irritating) to the level of misogynistic treatment MISS VIBIA SABINA endures at the hands of her supposed "love interest" male author-OC (the word: NEFAS). She would not stand for being called a bitch every paragraph BY. A. M*N. THAT IS NOT MY AUGUSTA🤬🙅‼️

[deadboydoodling]

What's your headcanon for Katniss and Peeta's children?

How old was Katniss when give birth to their daughter?

How many years apart between them in age?

Your headcanon for their name?

Who gets the singing and art skill from their parent?

Bonus question : please give recs of your fav everlark post-Mockingjay fanfic.

Thank you :)

@curiousthg

THANKS FOR SENDING ME THIS ASK!!! Sorry I took such of an ungodly long amount of time to answer this! Mockingjay makes me SO SAD that I admittedly haven't spent a lot of time thinking about it and the events following. So I tried to brainstorm on this for a bit (to no real avail oops)? Full disclaimer, my answers probably won't be the most well-written or articulated. BUTT this did give me mad inspiration to draw the babiessss. Anyways I love being given a platform to yap about my brainrot so thanks for sending the questions this way! My dms are always open! @curiousthg Answers below! vv

1.) What's your headcanon for Katniss and Peeta's children? I think Katniss was likely scared shitless that she was going to be a terrible mother. We know in the books, she didn't want to have children because she didn't want to bring them into such of an unsafe and cruel world. By the time she has children, we're led to assume it's because she finally believes the world is safe enough for them. Despite the world being objectively safe enough, I'm sure there is an underlying fear that she won't be a good enough mother and will become absent like her own. However, when Katniss held her daughter for the first time, and her saw her little, scrunched up face, Katniss couldn't even begin to imagine not being there for her. It's not to say she didn't have moments where she struggled, though. I think her pregnancy with her son was a lot less nerve-wracking. Even though I'm sure Peeta was stressed all the same about Katniss's health & well-being. Maybe a little too much, but who could blame him?

2.) How old was Katniss when give birth to their daughter? Math is NOT my specialty here but I'm pretty sure given the book's information, she was likely in her early 30s.

3.) How many years apart between them in age? I'm guessing around 2-3 years. No thoughts. Just a little toddler curled up around her mama's bulging stomach, not really grasping the concept she's going to have a little brother soon, but being excited all the same because her parents are.

4.) Your headcanon for their name? Ok so full admission, I was really into THG circa 2014/15 but then I fell out and just got back into this year (last month oops). One of the things I remember from the fandom was their names being Rye and Willow. I actually thought this was canon until my most recent re-read of Mockingjay where I realized I just had fanon brainrot.

5.) Who gets the singing and art skill from their parent? This is a GREAT question I haven't even began to think about. I imagine that Rye and Willow when they are young enjoy both hobbies. They sing with their mama, they finger paint with their papa. I really like the idea of Peeta and Katniss's daughter having a wild, outspoken streak and being an unapologetically loud singer.

Bonus question : please give recs of your fav everlark post-Mockingjay fanfic. uno reverse! give me yours I literally just finished reading my first hunger games fanfic a week ago and I need recs!!!

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 10-- Lover/Midnight

You try your best to stifle a yawn as you scroll through the messenger for what has to be the sixth time in the past half-hour. There isn't much to do at Magenta; you've been here for nearly a week, and you've already finished the book that you brought. Had you known that the library would be functionally empty (there are indeed books there, but most of have been redacted to the point that they border on unreadable) you likely would have sacrificed a little bit of packing space in your bag to bring at least a second volume. After all, you have yet to wear any of the clothes that you packed— when you arrived, Ray furnished you with a brand-new wardrobe, a seamless blend of your tastes and his of much greater quality than anything that you could have bought from home. In retrospect, this should have been a pretty good indication that you were not actually at a video game company, but there’s something about Ray that has always made you trust him, even against your better judgment.

You glance at your phone: it’s 12:01am. Ray should be here soon, you assure yourself, though you have no way of knowing either way. Sometimes, when he says he'll visit you in the evening, he's here at eight o'clock. Other times, he doesn't make it to your room until very late at night. You don't care much when he arrives, as long as you get to see him eventually— you enjoy spending time with Ray, and not just because there isn't much else of substance to do around here. Before you can glance at your phone again (not that you would be able to glean much new information that way) a resounding knock comes at your door. “Come in,” you call. Nobody but Ray would be here at this hour, after all.

“I'm so sorry I'm late,” Ray begins falling all over himself before he's even closed the door. “I got so caught up in my work, and—”

“Ray, it's alright,” you assure him, rushing over to grip his gloved hands in yours. “I know you're really busy. Thanks for making time to see me.”

He offers you a sheepish little smile that melts your heart. There's something about Ray that catches you off guard and makes you swoon when you least expect it. “I couldn't stop thinking about you, even while I was finishing my task. I never stop thinking about you, my MC,” he confesses, absently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. “I came as soon as I could.”

“I'm glad,” you beam at him, “I missed you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, either.”

Sometimes, when the two of you are alone, the air is heavy with the words unsaid— it's strange, you think, because Ray seems like such a bold and forward person. After all, he wasted no time in letting you know that he would like you to stay by his side forever, and you've overheard him addressing the other residents of this place in a stern tone, especially where your safety and happiness are concerned. But, then, he seems afraid to tell you whatever it is that's really on his mind... though you suppose you can’t hold that against him. You are equally repressed, equally nervous about naming your feelings. You've known Ray for only a few days, and yet…

“I missed you, too,” Ray breathes, still holding onto your hands. You never want to let go of him for as long as you live. “MC…”

“I'm worried about you,” you admit gently, leading Ray to sit down on the edge of your bed. You figure that you could both use at least a little bit of rest. “I know you've got a lot on your plate right now... is there anything I can do to make it easier for you?” At the end of the day, you want to be able to look out for him just how he's been looking out for you, even if that means staying up until midnight to greet him after he's finished with his work. 

“You're doing more than enough for me just by being here,” Ray informs you smoothly, still rubbing soft circles on the back of your hand. “All you need to do is keep talking to the RFA, and I’ll be happy.”

You have mixed feelings about these instructions— how could you not have mixed feelings about manipulating a group of strangers to achieve an end that no one will explain to you?— but ultimately, you trust Ray's judgment. If he tells you that this is the right thing to do, then you're more than happy to go along with it. “Of course, Ray. Anything for you.”

He gives you that sweet, bashful smile again. You wonder if he has any idea what that expression does to your heartstrings, whether he’s intentionally tugging on them or merely doing so without thinking. “You're so kind to me,” he muses, his voice as smooth as ever, regardless of his obviously flustered state. “How did I get so lucky?”

“That's funny,” you can’t help but break out into a grin. “I've been asking myself the same question since the moment we met.” After all, there's something about Ray that has made it very easy for you to fall in love with him.

[abbatoirablaze]

How To Get Away With Murder, Chapter 1

Word Count:  2.6k

Warnings: mentions of attempted murder, angst.

"Happy birthday to you!” my mom sang over Skype.  She gave me a sad smile as she finished her off-key rendition of Happy birthday, “god…I miss you so much honey…has your mom and Sam taken you out yet for your birthday dinner?”

“Not yet…Sam’s with another client,” I shrugged, rolling my eyes.  She sighed and I felt bad about choosing to spend this birthday with my mom and her husband, “it’s okay mom…I told them it was fine.  Sam said that it was an important case…one that he had to pull mom into too!”

“They should be treating you to the most expensive dinner in town with the biggest cake that college town can muster.”

“Mom it’s fine.”

“You wait until I get you home in New York,” she teased, a playful smile on her face, “it’s been too long and I need my little Chey!”

“I miss you too mom,” I admitted with a frown, “it’s not the same when you and mom aren’t in the same room as me during my birthday…it’s weird that she wants Sam to be a part of it.”

“Your father is a part of your life too, Cheyanne.”

“I have two moms…not two moms and a dad.”

"Well, your mom and I talked last night…and that was one of the topics,” she sighed.  I leaned my face against my chin, knowing the words that would come out of her mouth already, “he’s trying to be in your life, Cheyanne…and he’s been there since you were a little itty bitty…”

“But you and mom had me…”

“He’s just as much your father as I am your mother!”

“Mom-“

“I’m just saying give him a chance…okay?” she asked gently, cutting me off, “you know that he does try…”

“I know…”

“Good,” she smiled, happy that I agreed with her, “now to the important information.  I have to finish up a court case this evening, so you are going to the jail with them while your father does an evaluation on this ‘important case’.  Then later tonight they are going to have you pack your bag.  You are going to stay with me for a few days.  From their words, you’ll be taking the red eye, and I’ll take you out to breakfast at our favorite diner!  Rita’s French toast with cinnamon and the biggest milkshake you can guzzle down!"

I wasn't able to contain my grin, "Really?  Are you  being serious?"

"Yeah.  Just remember missy.  No funny business though when you go with your parents to the jail,” she smirked, shooting me a look, “I know how you like to look in on cases.  Just bring a book or some schoolwork.  Don’t get involved!"

"Hey, I get my nosiness from my moms," I laughed, sticking my tongue out at her, "You guys should be happy I have the same interests as you!"

Her smile got wider, "you’re not wrong on that front.  God, I just can't wait this day to be over and for me to hold my baby girl in my arms.  I bet you've gotten so big from the last time I saw you."

"It has been a year," I sighed, thinking about the last time I got to see her.  That's when mom's smile faded, “hey…you’ve been busy.  I get that.”

"I know honey.  I'm sorry.  I've had a lot of cases come up and your mother and I just couldn't fit our schedules together.  Add Sam’s schedule to that and it feels like a real puzzle that none of us seem to be able to figure out."

"I understand."

"Cheyanne," my mother called out, coming from the kitchen.  I looked up from the laptop, "We have to leave.  Say goodbye to your mom for now!"

"Alright mom."

I looked back down at the laptop where my other mother's face was slightly saddened.  I could see that she wanted the call to last longer, "It's okay honey.  I'll see you soon.  And then breakfast and back to the apartment where I’m going to get all my Chey cuddles in while we fall asleep to Disney movies."

"God that sounds perfect mom…I love you."

"I love you too honey.  Be good and fly safe…" she whispered.  Then the screen went black.  She'd hung up.  I closed the laptop and went into the kitchen.

"Did you have a good talk with Eve?"

“How’s your mother?” mom asked, “did she fill you in on the plan?”

"Yeah mom," I sighed, ignoring Sam’s question.  I turned my attention to my mom, "she’s good…told me that I’m taking the red eye and I’ll be home before breakfast.  I can't wait to see her.  It’s been a whole year.”  

“It has been a while!” she admitted. 

I looked up at her and she was busying herself with packing her briefcase, “You know, she asks about you all the time now…"

"Eve’s always curious about something."

I shot a glare at Sam, but he didn’t seem to notice.  But I didn’t take kindly to his comment, “you know, mom…you could always come back with me for a few days…I miss celebrating my birthday with both of you!”

“I wish I could spend more time with you honey,” she replied sadly.  Her hand stroked my cheek and I leaned into it, “but these cases are throwing me into the dirt and kicking my ass…that’s why your mother’s taking you.  She’s working on a few appeals for some cases, but it’s nothing that’s major.  She’ll be able to spend more time with you.”

"So, what's on the agenda for the day?" I asked, trying to change topic.  She gave me a sad look, knowing that my defense mechanism was to change topics when she brought up just how little time we spent together.

"Well, your father has been evaluating this boy, he's been in the juvenile holding facility since he was 13.  The case is an attempted homicide, but his parents say it was an accident.  Happened at the family's auto body shop."

"Then why is he in jail?"

She shrugged as we closed the back door and locked it, walking out to the car.  I got in the passenger's seat, and we headed off to the holding center where they had this kid.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell me more about the case?"

“You sure?” she asked.  I nodded and she started recounting the facts out loud.  Sam gave her a look but she only shrugged, “what could it hurt, Sam?”

“She doesn’t really care about the case…”

“No…I do,” I admitted, curious as to what was so important that it negated me really having any sort of birthday celebration other than a low-key lunch where mom and I had snuck away from the house, before Sam called us back, “what’s it about?  Why’s this kid stuck in a holding center if it was an accident?”

“Fine, go ahead and tell her!” Sam grumbled.

Mom smiled, "Alright lets put your chops to the test.  The kid’s name is Frank Delfino, currently 20 years old.  Like I said before, the crime took place about seven years ago when he was at the family's auto body shop.  He was helping out his dad.  He dropped a car on his father and crippled him.  The formal charge is attempted murder.  His family is advocating that he be released and that it was an accident."

"So why is he still in jail?"

"He had a list of moronic crimes he committed while incarcerated.  Sexual harassment of a female guard, instigating fights.  He does this right before his hearings.  He's also never openly told the board he is remorseful for his crime," she said, informing me of the details, "So, what would be your angle here?  If you were in my shoes, what would you do to get him out of jail?"

"The family is advocating for him?"

"Yes," she responded quickly, “but I told you that fact already.  Stop stalling!  What would your angle be?”

"What did dad’s evaluation say?" I asked.  She raised her brow at me and for a moment there was a small smile on Sam’s lip.  I knew that calling him dad would shock both of them, as it wasn’t something I tended to do.  But it put both of them in a good mood as I tried to think of something, “did he do a full evaluation yet?”

"Your father thinks he was abused.  But you can't use that defence since his family is advocating for him so directly. "

"Call it teenage angst, and a mistake?"

"He admits that it wasn't an accident,” she pointed out, “that sounded more like a question itself than an answer…do you have a real angle or are you just pulling my leg, Cheyanne?”

"Then tell the truth.  Say he is remorseful for his crime and that he understands it was just an angry teenage mindset.  Thought the world was unfair to him.  His family is poor, right?  Say that he resented his father, but he sees that he made a mistake and that he is glad his father isn't gone."

"That's what I was thinking," she admitted after a moment of watching me, "But things can change after meeting with a client.  Your father really likes him though.  He thinks he’s a good kid.  We’ll see if we need to adjust our thoughts when we talk to him."

“Okay.”

The rest of the ride was relatively silent.  As was the checking in process.  My mom told them I was her assistant, so they let me in.  When I got to the viewing room, I Sam had already made himself comfortable in the room.  Him and an officer were standing, pacing about.  The man was on the other side of the glass.

"This him?"

He nodded, "he's not a bad kid, Cheyanne."

I looked in the window.  His face was calm, but he looked confused. His shaggy brown hair just barely hung in his face.  I sat down in the chair on the other side of the glass, but even from where I sat, I could see his clear blue eyes. 

I could tell he was annoying my mom the second she walked in because soon she was being very direct with him.  She was asking about his more recent crimes and how they coincided with his parole.  She called him a moron and walked out of the room.  In seconds she was in the room I was in, arguing with Sam.  She didn't want to take his case. 

"Let me go talk to him!”  Sam offered.  She shrugged him off and sat down next to me.  He left to go see him.  Frank had his head in his hands when he walked in.

"What do you think?" mom asked me.

I looked at her, "I think you should take it."

"Really?" she asked.  An eyebrow raised, "Why's that?"

"He's not a moron, for one.  He caught on that you were pregnant and even Sam doesn't know that.  I also think that there is more to him than meets the eyes."

"It wasn't an accident," Frank said through tears.  We were broken from our little conference in a moment.  We both turned towards the glass, watching Sam and Frank talk, "I'd been planning it for weeks.  Waited for the perfect moment.  Looked forward to it.  When it was over and when he was under that car, screaming like an animal in a trap...my only thought was 'You idiot, Frank.  You couldn't even kill him right."

“Holy shit!” mom muttered, “there is more than meets the eye.”

"And that's why." I said, standing up, "You get him to say that in front of the board...and you get Sam to talk about how he thinks Frank is afraid.  That's what will get him out, mom."

She nodded, "I think you're right."

"You are really going to take his case?" Sam asked over dinner. 

Mom nodded, "Yeah...and you can thank your daughter."

"Mom," I asked, batting my eyes at her as I picked at my takeout box, "Me and dad were talking.  When you get him out, you should hire him as your assistant."

"Oh hell no.  I will not let him work for me!"

"But why?"

"Honey," she said, reaching across the table and taking my hand, "some things...well some things are above what you can understand.  I know your father and I treat you like one of our interns, but you are our daughter.  And sometimes we forget that you are only 15. You shouldn’t have even been at the holding facility today, let alone know the facts about the case."

"I'm adult enough to understand," I said, pulling my hand away from hers, “you guys let me in on it all the time!”

"Cheyanne," she pleaded.  I shook my head and pulled back in my chair, "Cheyanne, you can't begin to und-"

"Mom I understand it just fine.  You won't give him a chance," I said standing out of my chair, "How ironic is it that you are willing to help him get out of jail, but you won't help him better his life?  Frank really needs you mom.  He needs us."

"Did your father put you up to this?" Annalise demanded, standing up.

"No.  I came up with this thought all by myself.  Believe it or not, I understand 'adult concepts' even though I'm a child," I said, doing air quotations around 'adult concepts', "But clearly that doesn't matter.  My opinions only matter when it's hypothetical, not a real opportunity."

I stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"Cheyanne," my mom yelled behind me, "Don't you dare slam that door."

I ignored her, slamming my door behind me.   Then I grabbed my luggage and started packing my bag.  I could hear my parents arguing downstairs about Frank.  A little while later, the stairs creaked, and I heard knocking on my door. 

"Can I come in?" Sam asked, barely opening the door. 

"Yeah," I shrugged, "I guess."

He walked into my room and closed the door, then sat down on the bed, "You know your mom didn't mean what she said."

"Yes she did," I said, continuing to pack my bag, "She doesn't respect my opinion.  And that is okay.  Eve respects my opinions.  At least I have one mom that treats me as something more than a child."

"Cheyanne, he said, putting an arm around me, "Your mom respects your opinion.  She asks you all the time.  This time you two just aren't on the same page."

"Maybe, but mom is making the wrong decision."

"Well, you will be happy to know, she said she'll hire Frank on as her assistant if he gets released.  And I've already talked to the board.  They've agreed that if he is remorseful and agrees to the conditions, they'll release him."

"Really?"

"Really," he smiled, "You did it kiddo."

I sat on the bed and hugged him, "Thank you so much dad."

"Alright," he laughed, "You get yourself some sleep.  We drop you off at the airport pretty early and if all goes well by the time you get back, he'll be staying here too!"

"What?"

"Well, that was another condition.  I told your mother that we had to let him live with us.  Based on how his relationship with his father is, I want to also do some therapy with him.  That way he gets back on his feet, earns money to help pay off some of his father's medical bills, and he gets better."

I smiled, "Thank you dad…you and mom are probably changing his life more than you know…it’s going to really help him."

"No, kiddo," he said, as he pulled back the covers for me.  I got tucked in and he kissed my forehead, "Thank you."

Chapter 2

[mistwraiths]

4 stars

People had to wait a WHOLE YEAR for the next one. Wild.

So, overall, I did enjoy this book for the most part.

I both love Evangeline and want to bonk her on her empty head because girl is literally SO DUMB and gullible. She loves love. She wants a happy ever after. Like girl be serious please but maybe I'm just a cynical, jaded person. She is ENTIRELY too trusting and too forgiving, and it feels unfortunately that she's a little TOO passive in her story. Things are happening mostly TO her and she's reacting. She's really not doing a whole lot. Sorry, she's in a library for ten days I guess reading books.

The main things in this book are Apollo and her getting cursed, the stones, learning some information, and opening the Valory Arch. That's it. Stephanie, you say, that sounds like a lot! It's not though! Home girl literally finds the arch BY HAPPENSTANCE LOL. She's like oh I'm not going to open the arch!!! And then starts smearing her blood on the first fucking thing she finds and SURPRISE it's the arch. But it doesn't open without the stones. That's however the way the story kind of works though. She writes a whole damn letter telling herself not to trust Jacks and promptly forgets about it. She randomly comes across the stones by going "oh surely they will be at this party!" or shocker, the place they stay at has it.

For a girl getting HUNTED, there's surprisingly little of it. In fact, she spends the majority getting wounded. Apollo harms her. She gets harmed by Apollo getting harmed too. And then within less than 10-20 pages, Jacks is hurt too. I love a hurt/comfort moment but there's a lot in a short time. Also, I kind of got tired of Evangeline constantly being in pretty dresses. Like you're being HUNTED, maybe actual shoes? Some pants for better movement?

I was surprised by LaLa cursing Evangeline. But Jacks identity and Chaos' identity, and what was in Valor Arch, and the monster, I was able to guess. It all seemed kind of obvious.

Look, I love Jacks and I'm rooting for him and Evangeline. I love the idea of maybe growing into a true love or you can have multiple true loves, or a second chance, or other different possibilities of maybe you don't get your true love but you find a love that is true to you at a certain time and place. I'm much more eloquent on this subject when I'm not sick. But I don't think Stephanie Garber really delves anywhere into this deep enough or maybe she just doesn't have anything to say really about it. But I find it so fucking annoying about the Donatella part being his true love. Again, I could get behind true love rejecting him. But the fact that she DID get affected and then just didn't die just doesn't sit right with me. I don't think it was done well and it leaves me annoyed about it when it's brought up.

This book brings up a lot of things over and over that we already know about. Jacks and his true love, his fatal kiss, his being a Fate and not human is constantly stuffed down our throat. Other things constantly being repeated. Trust your readers in that we remember shit. Also Luc was so annoying in this book why is he even here still in this story?

I was going to be SO ANNOYED if Jacks really did go back to Donatella. But the fact that Evangeline DIED was hysterical and a shock. And then it continued on. Jacks used the stones. Apollo becoming a sudden villain was honestly so fucking out of left field??? It felt BIZARRE. Also, the ending left me with some questions. If the helm was likely put on to control him and they couldn't control him, why after all this time does Honora just take it off?? Why didn't he eat his family if he's so out of control?? Also, where did the power of memories come from from Apollo? I know there was a Valor with memories but like... is Apollo Arcadian or a Valor?

I'm interested to read the next but like what even. This is like the most frightening, controlling, near domestic violence type of thing. I'm curious to see how long it'll last and how she acts/how she feels/what happens next.

[cosmosoracle]

"The book is gone."

Zinnya gets straight to the point once we're all comfortable around our room. Hoyt has returned to his very gloomy attitude, absolutely infuriated at the situation, but keeping it all in. The half elf seems to have the most pragmatic and realistic approach to it all, swinging her legs as her eyes move between the goblin and me; in the meantime, I have taken a hold of the seashell I sleep in, the cosmic influence on me still way too strong to keep in check to just float.

I give a sad but knowing sigh in return. "I thought so... the Man in Red informed me about his friend being here to deal with you..." I'm surprised that none of the Generals had anything to say or suspect about us - especially Opak, who seems to have been there throughout the whole scene. My eyelids partially drop over my glowing gaze. "I was ready to give it up as well. I had no other choice; when I realized that the tattoo was gone, I just couldn't give up and leave you guys to face this alone. It is my fault if you got into this situation. I'm so sorry, and I promise I'll make it up to you for it."

"You have to make up for nothing, just don't do it again," Hoyt intervenes, direct and imperative as usual. It's one of the rare occasions in which Zinnya also agrees.

"Yeah, Lia, seriously. Don't get eaten, don't challenge huge crocodile men out of the blue, don't get stabbed in the heart! I knew that would have been the best reminder to carve on your locket, but it sounded weird back then. And now I regret it. Don't die again."

She pokes my chest with a finger, and I feel my cheeks warm up in borderline shame. I poke her hand back, then I free the locket from the folds of my scarf and open it again. It is heart shaped, but it's decorated so that it resembles one of the smooth seashells I so much love. It can be read on the inside: 'Don't lose your heart'. I won't tell it to her right now, but I honestly like it more this way instead. Especially after everything that happened with the brothers, with the small seed of painful doubt planted in, it's absolutely needed to have some support...

And speaking about support, only now I realize that I don't feel any presence behind my back watching over me. The Status spell that Echo placed on me after I found Arshea, few hours before Hoyt would return to Deadbridge and the group would be reunited after the break... got broken. We weren't on the same plane of existence anymore, my death cut our connection. I feel my chest clench, he must have certainly been aware of it when it happened... I need to contact him as soon as this is over, but silent tears escape me regardless. I close the locket in my hand and take a moment, then I return to look at my friends in the eye.

"I really don't plan to. Besides... when I died again, I returned in the same spot of the line that I left when it happened the first time. There were only four people in front of me, and once the Man in Red tricked me and left me alone, I had a direct exchange with Pharasma herself."

"Wait... wasn't the Man in Red the one who brought you back? Wasn't it our deal that saved you?"

Zinnya gets a confused look from me. "Um... no, he left me there to be judged. It was someone else who spoke to Pharasma, which I couldn't hear nor see..."

"That. Is. Fucked!"

The witch is absolutely outraged. Hoyt doesn't have an open reaction. I frown, then look elsewhere to pick up the memories again, trying to make sense of them.

"...I doubt it could be him or anyone else tied to a devilish pact. She said that it can be friendship, luck and love intervening with something like this, and that this isn't a gift granted to just anyone. She said that the next time that it happens she'll be right there waiting for me, so I suppose I won't have another chance at returning..." I take a small break and bring a hand to my face, closing my eyes. "I had the most absurd experience this time. I think I also had an exchange with the brothers before going to Pharasma... they also said I'm some kind of anomaly. I don't understand."

"What I understand is that we got involved in something so much bigger than us... fucking gods, having to mess with us mortals for their own deals."

It sounds so familiar it hurts. A flash of Igris' face appears in front of my eyes for a single moment... and just like when I spoke to him, I share the same answer, bitterly, as I see his figure turning away from me and fading. "If anything, this proves that we really are chosen... it's me and you now, Hoyt." And history seems to be repeating itself: the older brother faltered with his faith according to the story, while the young one was devoted to the cause of the gods... just like us.

"Well then, in that case you may want to find a good protection for us when we get the book back," Hoyt raises his chin and looks back at me with a harsh look. "We cannot rely on Rasmia's tattoo anymore. I would do the research myself, but I'm the least well versed in this, so I'll leave it up to you."

I nod; Zinnya tilts her head. "I'm pretty sure that was a kind of ward that she invented herself; now that we don't even have it anymore, it's going to be difficult to find anything about it... honestly, I should have studied it every day since I got it, damn it."

"It doesn't matter; I have a mean to hold researches in a way that goes beyond physical availability of books and texts that may come in handy right now."

"Oh, you mean our miniature library? That's where I keep my cauldron, but I'm pretty sure that if we wanted to use it more, we should have also worked to fill it in with tomes by ourselves..."

"Well, that too to an extent, but I'm actually speaking of a spell of mine." I explain briefly to her how the Pocket Library works: while searching for something, I can conjure a tome from anywhere in the world about the topic and try my luck. Between that and attempting to attune to the collective knowledge of the Divine, maybe I can get a good chance...

"...but, Hoyt... forgive the question, but is there a reason why you want the book back?"

"They came here to us and bullied us into giving them something that isn't theirs just because they had the upper hand. That is something I cannot let slide."

"But that book brought you so many problems," Zinnya also took part in the conversation. "Why is it so important that we keep it?"

Hoyt glares at her in return; it has become such a common occurrence that Zinnya doesn't seem to even notice it anymore. "It is a book with a soul in it, and now it's in the hands of a devil. Do you know what he wants to do with it?"

"No, do you?"

"No, that's why I'm worried and I want it back - that specific one."

"And I want it back too," I add myself back in the conversation. I give a complicit look at Hoyt. "And that book will be specifically recognized by my Zegarek on the back of its cover."

"In any case, at this point I don't think that we have to stay in Outsea for all of this anymore... I like it, but maybe it's going to be best to start heading to the lake Prophyrian and its Vault of Tears. The first week of this month has almost come to an end, and we should take around two weeks from here to reach it if we move fast - just in time for whatever is going to happen there." Our discussion shifts to our travel planning for a bit. Between the chance to make a fast detour to Torch before the New Moon in three days, so that Hoyt can get back his reforged sword Malorak that stabbed me by Notak's hand, going by ship and using my newfound Control Water ability, or having Zinnya conjure for us flying horses, some time passes by, until Hoyt concludes the conversation.

"Then it is decided: we're leaving. It's around midday now, but... you just died. Get some rest; we resurface tomorrow."

We nod in agreement, then we watch him exit our room to return to his. We hear silence for a little bit... then something breaks, and something else after that too. I and Zinnya glance at each other. She's rolling her eyes, talking to herself: "Boys." I hold the edge of the shell a little tighter instead. I will have to go talk go him too before we leave... but, first things first, I start looking for the Missive Stone in my backpack while resuming the conversation with the younger girl.

"You never got to learn the Resurrection ritual from Echo in the end, did you?"

"Oh, no I didn't. He promised to teach me a bunch of stuff, and then he never did. I'm mad at your boyfriend! When you contact him, scare him with the new you died. Make him feel bad, for my revenge."

I'm not in the mood for this kind of jokes. "I'm sure he already knows..." I'm not even protesting to her calling him my boyfriend. "But in any case, I hope I can fix it a tiny bit. I am no teacher like he is, but he taught me that ritual before we left, so now I'd be really glad if you could learn it too. If I fall, someone's got to take care of Hoyt..."

"Hey! I told you not to do it again! Did you even hear me?"

"Yes, yes, I did! This is just in case! I'll be there in a second..."

[munsons-maiden]

Do you have any headcanons about Laszlo and toddlers ? ❤️😳

Hi! I usually don't write headcanons because I suck at it but I made an exception for you and tried 😁🥰 I hope you enjoy! 🖤

Word count: about 500

Warnings: none, just fluff. I didn't beta read, though, so maybe a few typos 😅

Laszlo was good with children. With toddlers, though? Not that much, he thought, as a commotion in the hallway disrupted the peace in his study where he was pouring over a text, and only seconds later, one of the maids looking out for the institute's children entered the study, a toddler - a little girl - in her arms and a distressed look on her face.

"Dr. Kreizler, I'm sorry - I needed to bring my daughter today - but the children have been playing with the ball in the hallway again and the vase has shattered and I need to clear away the shards before they cut themselves -"

Before Laszlo could utter a reply, the little girl was handed to him, and the maid rsuhed off. Laszlo tilted his head to glance at the little one who'd just been handed over to him. She was scanning his face.

Lazlo kept returning the stare the little girl gave him from wide blue eyes, the bow holding together her mane of curls nearly as large as her head, and there was curiosity in her wide eyes as she kept sucking her thumb while scrutinizing him.

Laszlo cleared his throat. He really wasn't used to toddlers. Most children at the institute arrived there at an older age, when they'd already developed the ability to wlak and speak - because that was when the first problems reveiled themselves, usually. Toddlers, though...you never knew what was going on in their tiny heads. It was one thing to carefully watch their behaviour and record it with ink on paper to glean valuable information concerning the development of the young human mind, but a whole other thing to interact with a toddler. Laszlo felt terribly awkward right now

Just as he thought, for a split second, the little one was laughing at him, she reached out with her tiny hands and placed them reverently on his immaculately groomed hair, like a priest would to bestow a blessing, before she burst into a fit of giggles bubbling from her lips

Laszlo couldn't help but smile in response. "That's...that's my hair," he finally explained, and the little one made a sound as if she tried to repeat the word. An idea took root in the fruitful soil of Laszlo's attentive mind. A toodler would speak their first words around the age of two, about six months after their first steps. This little girl couldn't have been older than a year, still a few months away from the first great milestones in the spring of her life, but it was never too soon to learn, right?

So Laszlo, the little girl in his arms, walked to the bookshelf taking up the space of the wall behind his desk, and carefully shifted the toddler in his arms to point his index finger at a book with gold letters adorning its back. "Book," Laszlo said slowly, and the little one made another bubbling sound, her little face scrunched up as if she were concentrating. It drew another smile on Laszlo's lips. "Not just a book," he began to explain, "It's written by Wilhelm Wundt." A dramatic pause fro effect, just as he would have done in a room full of actual students, before he continued, "Of course you want to know who this Mr Wundt is. Well, he was the first to declare the research on the workings of the human mind a science. You can tell he made a lot of enemies on the way, but he founded the first institute in Germany. And that's -" Laszlo pointed at the next book in the row, reading the stamped letters at its back before he frowned a little, "Um. That's a work by Sigmund Freud. He...I fear that's not the most appropriate content for a young lady." He moved on to the next book in the row. The little girl had started sucking her thumb once more, but her eyes were still bright with curiosity. Laszlo could tell she would grow up to be an intelligent young woman. She reminded him a little of Sara.

He didn't get to explain the next book. The door to his study creaked open, and Mary took the little girl from his arms with a tender smile playing on her lips. "Well, then. Off you go," he said softly to the little girl.

Laszlo taglist: @justfangirlthingies @boneheadduluc @trelaney @thesunflowersutra @sokoviandelights @everythingbeginsineternity-blog @stephlent @fandom-lover-4 @cazzyimagines @daniel-bruhhl @aisling1985 @roseabee25 @apparrio @cable-kenobi @marchingicenotes7 @rumblelibrary @lunarkittiecat

[quarthly]

Twilight characters as random animals that I think are oddly fitting

(Also yes, I am roasting the animals as well)

Edward: He would be a Cheetah. Now I know, seems like a cop out just because of his speed but hear me out. Cheetahs are, at face value, pretty cool. They used to be my favorite animal as a child, but then I grew up.

Cheetahs, through no fault of their own, are severely inbred. Now thats mainly because of poaching, but the cheetas anxiety also comes into play. In captivity, cheetahs are usually given emotional support dogs. I will admit it is cute but it negatively affects the population. Excluding one in the wild, cheetas can be to anxious to breed and thats not good for conservation efforts.

Cheetahs can hit up to 80 miles per hour in a couple of seconds. They are designed for fast running and agility. Their claws are similar to that of a dogs for better traction and they have elongated spines for longer strides. They have a thin build, long legs and a long tail for balance.

This has downsides though. Many times after making a kill, it will get stolen for them by larger predators. Thats right, they get absolutely bodied by the other animals. I should probably make these shorter but I'm on a rant now, so I guess this will be semi educational.

Throughout the series, we see Edward over estimated his abilities and value, constantly getting bodied by others. He's essentially a perfect mormon, though thats on S'meyers. He constantly judges others, dehumanizing them to their baser flaws, without doing any self reflecting. Him viewing himself as a monster doesn't really count to me. While he definitely hates himself, the only thing he is truly demonizing is being a vampire.

Bella: Picking up from Edwards, Bella is a Chocolate Labrador. Yes, she is his therapy dog. I feel like this is really fitting for her. I know Golden retriever would make more sense, as thats the most common breed for service animals. However, I kind of focused on her appearance. Only at first though! I just know that Edward raved about her human qualities and that would pass over as animals as well. Her chocolate eyes and brown fur, very average and boring. Thats essentially Bella. Even Edward wasn't into her until he got a wiff. Labradors a very loyal dogs and while they have more personality than Bella, I just couldn't shake it. Their also very stupid. Ok that's kind of mean, they're not stupid but when it comes to love, then yeah they are stupid.

I used to have a lab, loved him to death, but god he was something else. Very much danger prone, from their own stupidity or their lack of survival instincts. I know that labs are almost aquatic. They love water, swimming, all that jazz. We can just say that bella has a few screws loose in her dna and is just "not like other labs."

Rosalie: Now she was hard. There are quite a few animals that I think would fit for her. I'll list the other ones, but that one I went with is the Swan. Like Edward, seems a little on the nose, but I have my reasoning.

I was going to pick a predator for her, as she is shown to be very vengeful and viscous. I would have pick some type of cat, most likely a purebred, from a rich family. It could still work, but the swan just speaks to me on this one.

Swan's are known for being beautiful, graceful, and are pictured as the symbol of love. They are also very vain. Edward constantly brings up Rosalies vanity. She was constantly valued for her beauty as a human, so of course that crossed over in the transformation. She was raised to be married into wealth, she was used as a bargaining chip to increase the family's standing.

Rose has a very strong character and makes her opinions known. She's assertive and aggressive at times. She's not afraid to get dirty.

Swans mate for life and like geese, are known for being great parents. I was also going to choose geese as an option for the maternal instincts. I was wary at first because swans can be really aggressive. Like actually, you think geece are bad? Yikes bestie...

I was conflicted because swans are known for drowning dogs and sometimes people. However, I can actually see Rose drowning Bella. It's not that unbelievable lmao.

Emmett: Now this one is just ironic. I only associate him with bears. Its inevitable, but picking a Grizzly or Black bear is too obvious. So I went a slightly different route...

So I was going to pick the Sun bear just because of looks alone. Like, I'm not exaggerating, it looks like someone wearing a bear costume. I don't think it fits him but I know for a fact that he would dress up as a sun bear and sneak into a zoo to see if anyone would notice. I'll put a pic of it here

Like look at this thing. I have no words...

Anyway, what I picked was a Sloth Bear. Now Sloth bears are mostly nocturnal, which either way works consider vamps don't sleep. Their diet is also odd but honestly so is the cullens. They're native to the Indian subcontinent, and are known for being aggressive towards humans. Its said that for the most part they're pretty calm, so I think its just fear of humans that make them act aggressively. Honestly, that's a good thing because they are listed as vulnerable on the IUCN Red list.

They have some similarities with sloths, which is where they get the name. They have long claws and unusual teeth. They are known to hang upside down from tree branches, and is described as having a messy appearance. Honestly, Emmitt has a messy personality. Sorry bestie but you're a lot of work.

Now heres the biggest reason for choosing this bear. Aside from Baloo from the jungle book being a sloth bear, they are known to run fades with Tigers. Honestly, how fucking badass is that!? Now I don't think there are recorded instances of a Sloth bear killing a Tiger, but when push comes to shove, they can hold their own and I find that incredibly impressive.

Carlisle: This one was somehow the easiest as well as the toughest. I know Owl seems like the obvious choice, and I can see it. However, I believe Carlisle values emotional intelligence as much or if not more than academic intelligence. He is so charismatic and values other's above himself. He might not be as Saint like as Edward thinks, but he does try and I think he genuinely cares about others. For that reason alone, I choose a Elephant.

Elephant's are very social animals and are extremely intelligent. I could rave about them for ages, I love them so much.

Now elephants live in a familial unit and are usually matriarchal. Bulls usually are on the outer edges of the herd or form little groups with other males. Honestly, they're not that bad aside from when their in musk.

In the group of males, the elder ones will teach the younger where to get the best food, water, how to use things as tools, and every other thing that will increase their odds of survival. This is really cute to me tbh, they do this because the females usually choose the older males because they've proved that they are intelligent and strong, that they have survived and will continue to for awhile. Teaching the younger males these things are to make the odds of them getting chosen to mate more likely. The whole unit just reminds me of a father that has to deal with rowdy teens.

Carlisle likes to take in strays, he might not have a herd but he will make one and teach them to thrive. That's how he envisions it anyway. He just has a found family and is trying his best.

Esme: Now this might seem like an insult, but I promise it's not! This is in no way misogynistic. I love cattle and ever since I took animal science in highschool, I have appreciated these grass puppies like they deserve. Call me Castro because I love cows.

Yup! I chose a Cow for her. Specifically a beef cow. That might sound weird but its because beef cows have higher maternal instinct than dairy cows. I'm thinking Scottish Highland based on vibes alone.

They are nicknamed the Gentle Giants of Scotland. Super maternal and sweet and ugh look how cute they are!

Esme came from a abusive marriage and had just lost her child, she was depressed and desperate. Her changing was, in a way, salvation. She just fits in. She adopts all these strays along with him and will protect them to the death. She might be gentle by nature, but don't fuck with her family. She lost her first one and she isn't going to lose this one.

Alice: She's an odd one. There are so many possibilities and maybe I'm biased, but I feel like she would be a Crow.

Ok listen, I'm definitely biased but it just feels right. Crows get a bad rap, they are so cool! They are so intelligent and have the ability to actually sit and think about the past, prest, and future. I forget what its called, but this was only seem in humans! Maybe other apes, I can't remember exactly, but either way its awesome. They do live in groups, or murders, and remember people and faces. They remember locations and are able to pass down information through generations. They essentially have their own language! They are able to use tools too!

Alice's story is really sad. When we first meets her, it revolves around the death of her mother and her institutionalized. She was essentially tortured and forgot everything from her past. All she had was the future and even that wasn't constant. Crows a often viewed as omens, they are associated with death. I personally believe that instead of being the cause, they just know something is going to happen. They are very inquisitive and can be creative.

If you befriend a murder of crows, sometimes, depends or the group, they will bring gifts. Its can range from food to shiny metals and colorful plastic. Hell, I think I've seen a post of one stealing things from people just to gift it to their human.

Alice's love language is gifts. Even if they are focused around fashion, she still goes out of her way to get something that will look good and at least be a little comfortable. By that I mean she tends to forget peoples comfort zones, but she means well.

Jasper: Honestly not to sure what to put for him. I know a predator would be more fitting, but for some reason I can see a donkey working. I know, seems like I'm clowning on the confederate. Fair, but I'm serious about the donkey thing. Honestly, it would be perfect if it wasn't a herbivore. Porcupine would also work.

Being a predator would make more sense. Given his backstory and his characterization, it wouldn't make sense for him to be a prey animal. Usually I wouldn't count this, but given his gore filled past and trouble with the diet, it seemed fitting.

I see him as a Big Cat. Honestly, vamps in general just give cat vibes. Jasper though especially have some cat like qualities, which originates from hunting and being a soldier.

I specifically see him as a Mountain Lion. Aside from him being blonde, he just has the predatory stealth to him. In midnight sun, we see him use his gift to make the nomads overlook him. He's honestly really powerful.

Mountain lions are known for being stealthy with an air of grace and power to them. They are stong animals. And I mean strong. They can jump 40-45 feet.

They're very elusive and quite. They stalk their prey and tend to attack from behind but don't think they won't hold their ground if need be.

Jasper was changed during the Civil War and forced to fight in the Newborn wars. He was a soldier as a human and as a vampire. He's able to feel and manipulate others emotions. He's covered in scars and is very intimidating.

He still struggles with the diet and honestly I hate how the others handle it. Like they have no room to talk. I don't want to defend the confederate but it just pisses me off. He has to deal with his hunger on top of everyone else's. Like damn, besties always on edge! Everyone doubts him which I don't think helps any.

Also, Mountain lions and Cheetahs can purr!

@aquanova99 I'll do a Volturi one too. That one will be fun lmao

[issaxcharlie]

Something so right

Pairing: Alive! Luke x Fem reader

Summary: A date with the golden boy of the school reveals Y/N’s and Luke's true feelings for each other and they have no choice but to face what they feel. Who will take the first step?

(The fragments of the song are from Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift)

Luke Patterson was more impatient than usual. 7:30 pm and no sign of his best friend, the one who had never missed a Sunset Curve rehearsal in these two years that they had been playing together.

“Am I the only one worried about Y/N? She is not usually late."

Reggie slaps his forehead, a memory snapping back into his head. "I forgot to tell you she won't be here today, she said something about a date."

The guitarist feels a punch in the stomach, he tries to hide how bitter the news fell on him, but his friends know him better than that.

“A date? With who?” Alex asks, genuinely curious.

“Austin Grayson.”

“Ugh, really Y/N?” But of course it had to be the school's golden boy. Luke can't help not feeling insecure. Austin Grayson is everything Luke Patterson isn't, and that scares him. What if that's what she's really looking for in a partner? He just wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Nice, he really has to like her to invited her despite what everyone says." Bobby responds as he takes advantage of the short break to rest his hands. Reggie and Alex nodding in agreement.

“What do they say?” Luke asks, completely lost.

“Oh please, most of the school thinks you guys are dating. There isn't a day that I don't hear someone call her Patterson’s girl." Alex replies, and Luke looks even more lost.

He can somehow understand why they would think that, he always enjoys having her and feeling her close. Usually touching her hand or arm in some way, hugging her whenever he sees fit. Carrying her books in the hallways or supporting her at her basketball games, just like she accompanies them to all the band's rehearsals and performances, or how she sometimes wears to school the clothes that he 'accidentally' leaves at her home when her mom invites him to dinner. On second thought, it’s easy to understand the confusion.

You don’t know what is happening. Austin is sweet, handsome, smart, and yet you feel nothing. Forced yourself to laugh falsely all night, and couldn't help but think that it would have been more fun to join the boys in rehearsal, especially when they were only a few days away from Sunset Curve's first performance at school.

When you finally get home, you walk with your head on the floor, trying not to make eye contact with your date. Austin gently grabs your chin so you turn to see him.

A fake cough from behind causes you both to jump away from each other. You don't even have to turn to find out who owns that perfect timed cough.

“What are you doing here?” You refuse to turn around, but you know he's smirking anyway.

“It’s movie night, love.” You force one more smile towards Austin as you curse Luke under your breath, who emphasized the last word in that seductive deep voice he sometimes does when he sings and that secretly melts your legs.

“Patterson." Austin tries to get past the awkward moment by participating in the conversation, and Luke responds by approaching and placing his arm on your shoulder.

"Grayson. Thank you for bringing her safe and sound." He sounds sincere, and that makes you smile for real for the first time of the night.

“It was nothing... I should go. Goodnight Y/N, I had a great time.”

Luke lowers his arm from your shoulder and leans back, ashamed of his rare moment of insecurity and letting you say goodbye to the boy.

As soon as he leaves, you turn to see your best friend, who looks sadly at the ground, and you hug him tightly.

Luke has been through very difficult months, and it is easy for someone who is vulnerable to feel insecure, especially in situations new to them. Not to mention that you are definitely not going to fight with the person you love for putting his arm on your shoulder or calling you in an affectionate way, which are things that he usually does, guy in your doorstep or not. You decide that he showing a little jealousy for once is not the end of the world.

“I missed you so much, rockstar.” You murmur still against his chest, your statement only makes him hold you tighter. You can't help but think about how just hugging him for a few seconds makes you so much happier than the whole date you just had.

“I’m sorry for making a scene. No wonder everyone thinks we are dating.“

“I don’t mind. I couldn't wear your cool flannels or your necklaces if I was dating someone. Plus it would take away valuable time that I can use as the president of the Sunset Curve fan club.” He chuckles. You can feel his body relax and his heartbeat begins to calm down. He gives you a sweet kiss in your hair before letting you go.

Best friends walk into the house, and as Y/N goes to change into something more comfortable Luke sits at the kitchen counter to chat with his second female best friend.

"You have to do something quick, I don't want to have you here crying and eating ice cream while she's on some date with some graceless snob.”

The guitarist can't help but laugh. Y/N's mom has always been a music lover and one of his greatest inspirations. She gave him his first guitar and taught him how to play, always supporting him in each of his steps as a musician. She has always loved him like a son, believing in him with all her might and always blindly entrusting him with what she loves most in the world, her daughter Y/N.

“I know, I will I promise. What I felt today when I saw Grayson touch her face and so close to her lips... I never want to experience that again. I was thinking maybe at homecoming? Sunset Curve is going to perform.”

She wrinkles her nose in response and Luke laughs again.

"Yeah too much information, I’m sorry. And I know, but we have to start somewhere. As soon as we get booked at a good enough club you'll be the first guest.”

They both make a pinky promise and smile.

“I’ll make you proud someday. I swear.”

“I’m always proud of you, my sweet boy. I know you’ll do amazing things, just take good care of my princess during tours.”

“You know I will.” They pinky promise again and reunite with Y/N in the living room to watch movies til the teens fall asleep cuddling.

Homecoming day arrived and you don’t have a partner. It is not hard to imagine why, being surrounded by at least one of the Sunset Curve members 24/7, especially Luke who tries to be close to you as much as possible, as if he is afraid that you will forget him if you spend too much time separated. Which is actually something you like, if you are honest with yourself. Is not something you would tell him but feeling him close and having his attention devoted to you most of the time feels quite special.

The date with Austin didn’t feel right and only confirmed what you've been trying to deny yourself for months. You are in love with freakin Luke Patterson. And you are in really deep, loving the good, bad, fun, boring, charming, and annoying parts, absolutely every side of him. And now is the time to finally do something about it.

After the guys show tonight, even more girls will be raining down on them than usual and things could get really messy, it's best to make your move first. Inside your heart you know that he feels the same, and if he doesn't have the courage to act on it then you will.

The first and most important thing you need to do to get the operation going is to kidnap Reggie, Alex and Bobby.

After a little threatening session everyone sang about Luke's idea for tonight, which made you grin like an idiot and feel more confident about your plan. The surprise that he will get when he sees how you sabotaged his plan.

Convincing Luke that it was best for you to come on your own so that they would have more time to prepare was not easy, but in the end you succeeded.

He's not a suit kinda person, but you went along with him to get a dark blue one that looked unreal on him just a few weeks ago, and you knew he would find a way to wear it sleeveless so he will look even more irresistible. You opted for a black dress that fades beautifully to blue towards the bottom of the skirt and in which you really look pretty good If you can say it yourself.

Sunset Curve finishes singing the first song, Now or never. It's time for the song Luke wrote for you, but he turns to see his friends scared when he still can't find you in the crowd. They smile at him and start to play the song they practiced with you just a few hours before.

“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I'm a house of cards. You're the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won't get far.”

You walk onto the stage as you start the first verse, Luke is shocked for a few seconds but then grins from ear to ear.

“And you stood there in front of me just... close enough to touch.” He recovers much faster than expected and pulls you by the waist towards him, just the microphone separating you two while he looks at you with the most seductive face you’ve ever seen.

“'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile... Get me with those green eyes, baby as the lights go down.” He blushes a little and smiles while his eyes are locked on your lips, capturing every move.

After what seems like an eternity, the song ends and before you can even say thank you, Luke's lips crash against yours, and it’s even better than what you’ve dreamed plenty of times. All the people start screaming, but you especially hear Reggie and Alex a few steps away who sound pretty happy for you.

“Reggie, an issue occurred, I have to go, sing home is where my horse is if you want to.” Luke whispers to his friend, before effortlessly carrying you off the stage.

“Admit it, you just want to touch my legs.” You joke while he walks with you on his shoulder.

“I’m in love with a really smart girl.” You stay quiet, your heart wants to jump out of your chest and you don’t even want to imagine how red your face is right now.

The guitarist finally brings you down when you leave the building, and you both walk to the park next door, where you met when you were just kids.

"Do you remember exactly how we met?" He asks while taking your hand.

“Reggie and Alex teamed up to destroy you in a game they invented and I was the only one in the park, so you invited me to join your team. And when we managed to win you said that we were the best duo on the face of the earth, that we had to be best friends forever."

“I sound very intense.”

“You are.”

They both laugh at the memory.

"You were still right."

“When did you finally realize that you loved me?” Luke asks, smirking playfully.

“I've known for a long time, but I didn't dare to admit it until recently.”

He completely accepts my answer and sincerity and smiles at me.

“I always knew that we would end up together, you eat me with your eyes when I'm not wearing a shirt.”

His teasing takes effect and you blush just remembering him in that situation.

He smiles cheekily and then takes mercy on you and changes the subject.

“So, we are the best duo on the face of the earth, best friends forever, and now an official couple?”

“That’s right, handsome and smart. Nice.”

Both approach until their lips touch, the kiss begins calm but quickly becomes more passionate, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth, his arms strong on your hips. You let this amazing sensations envelop you and you lose yourself in him, happier than you've ever been.

When you are with the right person, everything feels just right.

Thank you for reading!

Taglist:

@siennanoelle01 , @totomoshi , @kiss-themoongoodbye , @writerinlearning

[newmih]

Old photos

Words: 689

Characters: Stiles Stilinski x reader (couple), Scott McCall, mentions of Theo Raeken, mention of Monroe and Rafael McCall

Summary: Scott finds old photos.

A/N: The feeling that the beginning is too long for anything.

/English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake I made./

Masterlist

Bonne lecture

The war against the hunters was finally over. Years of fighting a human enemy, years of fighting to regain lost freedom. All over the world, people who had followed Monroe and called themselves hunters were being arrested. The FBI, with the help of Stiles and Scott's father, had a specialized supernatural section. Few people knew about it, of course, and those who did were trusted. That's how Y/N met Agent Stilinski. At first he introduced himself as her superior and gave her a series of tests before finally discovering that she was a werewolf. After that, they became fast friends. The woman loved the humor of the dark-haired man, who loved her very much. He introduced her to the pack and after saving them a few times she became one of the members.

When Stiles blurted out the information in a casual conversation, she practically burst into tears. To him it was only natural and he didn't think it would really make a difference to say that since she had been with the group for a while. But for an omega, being part of a pack and having an alpha to protect him was something that changed a life. Everyone knew that an omega didn't survive long, let alone a yellow-eyed omega, but Y/N had managed to do it for many years. Now that she knew she didn't have to look behind her at every corner she had let go of all the pressure she had on her back.

By dint of seeing the human at work and at pack meetings, the she-wolf had developed a crush and had jumped at the chance to ask him out. Time had passed and they were now entering their third year as a couple. Yet they had finally decided to live together a few weeks earlier. With the threat of the hunters finally out of the way, Stiles had finally decided to ask his girlfriend to move in together. She had of course accepted with a big smile.

[...]

Scott had decided to help with the move even though he spent most of his time going through his best friend's old stuff looking for souvenirs. He was supposed to bring some boxes into the attic but couldn't help but look at the contents, especially when it said "photos". An evil smile took place on his face at the sight of this box and he hurried to open it. Photo albums had been stored there very quickly, he could tell by the mess inside. As he entered the house, he headed for the kitchen where Y/N was busy putting away the dishes and groceries she had made earlier in the day.

The alpha placed his findings on the wooden table, which aroused the curiosity of the beta, who sat down beside him. They had been leafing through the books for a few minutes, making a few remarks in passing when Stiles ran past the door. The two wolves, who had not looked up, heard him back away.

-What are you two doing?

Too engrossed in what he was doing, Scott didn't open his mouth, leaving the honor to Y/N to answer.

-Just looking at pictures.

That was enough to arouse the curiosity of the human who had been seriously bored for a while. He approached and placed himself between the two to have a good view.

-Hey, look, I remember this picture! It was during our senior year of high school. You look so happy in this, Stiles.

Scott had just stumbled upon a picture taken a few weeks before the ghost hunters started. Curious to see her boyfriend at this time in his life, Y/N leaned in as well.

-Where is Theo? Why wasn't he in the picture?

She had become quite good friends with the chimera, much to her lover's displeasure.

-Uh he wasn't part of the pack at that time. In truth, I think he was in hell at that time.

A small grimace came to the chief's face as he recalled this part of their past. He wasn't exactly proud of it.

-Yeah, that's why I seemed so happy.

[stopbeingrude]

Hi guys. Happy Gruvia/ Greige day. I wish all of you wonderful time.

That's gonna be the first one shot , i have ever published here, feedback is welcome. I hope It's not that bad and you'll somehow like it lmao.

,,I think I would rather have a plushie as a Christmas gift…., but I guess I shouldn't be too picky."

-Dad? - called 6-year-old Greige, on one December afternoon, when both him and his father were decorating a christmas-tree in the living room . December 24th was slowly approaching. It was Greige's favorite time of the year , because he was able to spend Christmas with all of his family, including all of his uncles , aunts and friends. Not forgetting about grandpa Makarov . Even Uncle Gildards would show up, bringing something for the kids. -I was wondering what would happen if Santa's reindeer suddenly wanted to pee while flying?- asked seriously little boy. No one wanted to tell him that. When he asked big bro Romeo , he just started laughing and then he called him silly. "How could he do that?" -thought heartbroken Greige after. -Heh , where did that come from? ... you know ... they'd have to stop somewhere by, right? Daddy doesn't know much about it- said Gray, trying to keep himself from laughing. He couldn't laugh, he knew it would offend his little angel. Their son hated when someone made fun of him . After all, he was already a big boy, and everyone knows that such must be taken seriously. - So maybe Mommy knows? I will go and ask her,- said the little boy, putting down Christmas decorations . Speaking of mom, he had recently noticed his mother's strange behavior. She had been getting tired very easily lately, she often took naps. He also noticed that she spent an enormous amount of time sewing ,mostly clothing. Well.. he was aware of his mom's hobby, but usually it was limited to sewing plushies, sometimes socks or fixing their clothes. - You know, I don't think mommy knows more than me - said Gray after hanging the last Christmas-ball. - Besides, you know that mommy is sleeping now, right? She hasn't been feeling well lately, so she mustn't be disturbed. Something was off, even Daddy acts differently- thought little Fullbuster Now, that got the boy worried. - Is something wrong with Mommy? - asked slowly Greige He loved Mommy and Daddy most in the world and the very thought of them suffering hurt him deeply. "No, I won't start crying…Boys my age don't do that..." He had often been told that he should stop being such a crybaby (mostly by Yajeh or Nasha . Shutora would never. She was always trying her best to cheer him up,while reminding her twin and little Dragneel that if they won't stop with this stupid teasing, she would make sure both of them would regret it later). Unfortunately Greige could not help it. Whenever someone was hurt or something went wrong, he would usually cry. Turns out he inherited his mom's sensitivity... "Mommy…..something was definitely wrong with her.." The thought of something happening to his dear Mom filled him with great terror once again. He started shaking What if she's ill, or even worse..she's gonna….. "No , no , that's not possible..." - he shook his little head full of dark , curly hair. - I'm overreacting, just like Yajeh told me - No, no.. don't worry, Greige, Mommy's fine, it's nothing serious,"-Gray said quickly, trying his best to calm his son down, giving him a hug and then kissing him on forehead He knew exactly what was going on with his beloved, in fact, when an excited Juvia came back home one evening and informed him of the pregnancy, he was overjoyed. Soon he will be holding his son or daughter in his arms. Then it hit him. The baby might turn out to be a girl, and Gray had no idea how to take care of girls...Dear God….Ok ,ok.. he still has plenty of time to learn. He can always ask Gajeel about it..yes Gajeel or Alzack...even Elfman ( he would never ask Natsu, even if he's life depended on it, that would be too humiliating for him). Wait...it wasn't his top priority right now. After all, he needs to inform his son about the news first. Neither of them was quite sure how to do it. They remembered very well the situation from a few months ago when the Redfox twins got into an argument. Horrified, Greige stated that being an only child is not that bad, since having siblings meant constant war. Although being honest , Greige never

directly told them that he hates the idea of having a sibling . Considering how much time he spent with Nasha and Elfman and Ever's daughter Ember, or year-old Reiki Fernandes, it would seem that he's perfect for the big brother role. Besides, they can't hide it forever, sooner or later he would notice Juvia's belly. However, the biggest concern for Fullbuster was the fact that such news could lead to a longer conversation, which again could lead to uncomfortable questions that Gray was not ready to answer. He is not going to tell his son about the birds and the bees. No, no, hell no… None of them are ready for this! "Come on Gray, what's wrong with you, you just have to tell him. You've been in worse situations….after all, you've fought with all sorts of criminals, weirdos and monsters ,compared to what you've been through, it's nothing''- thought the ice mage But how to start such a conversation? How about …. -Hey Greige, have you written a letter to Santa yet? "Yes, just ask him what he wants for Christmas and make a few innocent suggestions." -Oh no i didn't, thank you for reminding me Dad. - And tell Daddy, what would you like to ask Santa for? The boy was silent for a moment, most likely to think about the answer, but after a while he called out in a loud voice. -I'D LIKE TO ASK HIM FOR PEACE IN THE WORLD AND FOR EVERY POOR PERSON TO GET A BETTER LIFE AND FOR EVERYONE TO BE HAPPY!..... It would also be nice to get a new plushie……but it's not as important. Do you think Santa can do that?-he asked hopefully Gray stood there for a moment, stunned. His baby was truly an angel...wishing happiness upon the entire world, it nearly made him tear up…. but no... he needed to explain to his son that he should wish for something more....... attainable. -Ooh... really..that's....very nice of you, but...I think that such a wish...yym...takes a bit of time and Santa w-won't be able to do it…., why don't you ask him for….. for example a toy like a teddy bear, figurines....or new books or something else...I don't know.......sibling?... Greige looked at him, like he had just proposed to him to take a walk on the rooftop. Where did that come from? What is dad talking about? S-sibling...?? -Sibling? You mean like a little brother or sister? A baby?- asked the little boy loudly. -Yes, that's exactly what I meant, but well you'll need to wait for a while, because it takes time for a baby to….be ready.- mumbled out Gray - So that's not really a Christmas present- stated boy still visibly shocked -...Well y-yes , but... -But didn't you say mommy has been feeling unwell lately?...If we had a baby, wouldn't it be tiring for her?....Besides, do you think we need a new baby? - asked seriously Greige Why would they need a baby? They were living happily in this house , just three of them. It's not like he dislikes babies , they're cute and all…..but it's just simply weird.. -Well... I wouldn't say it's necessary , but it would be nice to have one at home.. don't you think?....- asked his dad Maybe? -And don't worry about mommy, I am sure that she will be so happy with the new baby , it will make her feel better.- stated Gray , this time with a smile -Hello my darlings- Juvia's voice said suddenly They both turned their heads toward the bedroom's door, finding Juvia's tired but smiling face there. Greige quickly got up and ran toward his mother. -Mommy, are you feeling better? Do you need anything?- said the little boy, hugging her legs. Juvia kissed her son's cheek. -Hi sweetheart, Mommy is fine- she answered while taking a seat next to her precious Gray, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. -Did I hear you talking about babies?- Juvia asked, pretending to be surprised, while giving Gray a tiny smirk. - Daddy said it would be nice to have a baby and that it would make you feel better... - he began. - I don't think a baby is necessary, because it would be a little strange that there will be more of us in the house, but if you really wish for one ,then that's fine with me. -Really? Mommy's glad to hear that.-

replied a happy Juvia , giving her husband a big smile. Gray gave her the same smile, but just when he thought everything had been taken care of, there came the soft voice of his baby boy. - Mommy....Daddy...but you won't love the baby more than me, will you? - asked Greige, with his head lowered and tears in his dark eyes. Both Gray and Juvia stood there very surprised, neither of them had even thought of such a scenario. -Greige, what makes you think that?- asked older Fullbuster. -Sunshine, no...- Juvia hugged her son quickly- You mustn't think like that, we would never stop loving you. Remember darling, parents love all their children equally. - You know, its true that we'll have to spend a lot of time taking care of your brother or sister, but you have to remember that they won't be able to do anything on their own. You were like that when you were born too.- said Gray - I'm sorry. I won't do that again- said Greige seriously. -Do you think I offended the baby? I don't want the baby to think I don't want him or her,- said the terrified boy .What if the baby will always remember this and he will never be forgiven. - Don't worry, honey, I'm sure she won't mind,- said the water mage, stroking her belly. -She?-Gray thought. Turns out his wife wasn't telling him everything... -Wait a minute! -said suddenly Greige after a moment of silence -The baby will be in the tummy, just like Reiki was in Auntie Erza's , right? - Well baby is already there, but your right - answered Gray -Daddy? - Yes buddy ? - How did it get there? Shit. -Yyyy… Horrified, Gray turned his gaze to his wife, silently pleading for help. -You know what, angel? It's almost 8pm, I think it's time for you to take a bath, okay?- proposed Juvia, saving her husband from very uncomfortable talk. - Ok Mommy. Will you read me a bedtime story after we finish? - Of course They were already moving towards the bathroom when Juvia quickly turned towards her husband, gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered : -You're welcome. Has Gray already mentioned how much he loved his wife?

Bonus!:

( ok I swear it was funnier in my head...Once again Happy Gruvia day !!!)

[vanillann]

real or not real? (natasha romanoff x reader)

a/n: this is based off the hunger games because i just finished reading the books!! also a little badass woman fic because of international woman’s day!! love all woman, I MEAN ALL WOMAN!!

word count: 1.6k

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As I finally landed, I watched everyone face drop once they recognized who I was. My brain felt like static as I took the steps to where the team was camped out.

I watched Steve Rogers, I think that’s what the file I was given said, stand up and look at the other members of the squad. As he approached I felt flashes of memories, or maybe memories, flood me.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” The blond approached me but stopped a few feet away. He tried to keep his voice clear of emotion but it was useless, I couldn’t be trusted yet.

“I was told you needed back-up,” I didn’t bring up how the nice blonde woman, I think she said her name was Pepper, argued with Mr. Fury for days about me re-joining the team.

“Well you came just in time.”

By the look in his eye, I didn't want what he wanted in the slightest.

I followed him to the tents that were hidden among the trees, a shiver going up my spine when I made eye contact with any members of the team.

I could see old versions of myself interacting with each, but some felt so real and some felt so fake I couldn’t put them right in my mind.

One I caught the red head, Natasha, eye I felt my body grow stiff. She was common in my memories, some of her gentle and meaningful and some of her enraged with bullets flying at me. Tony had informed me that most of the bad memories are Hydra’s doing, that they were never real. I couldn’t help but wonder how true that was as she backed away from me when I walked past her.

“(Y/N) was dropped off for back-up,” Mr. Rogers spoke from behind me, taking the seat next to the brunette with the metal arm. I had spoken to him twice when I was in the hospital, apparently he had something to do with my capture and refused to see me more after that.

“Um, Cap?” Clint, or was it Carl, spoke up. He gave me a few side glances but said nothing else until he was pulled aside.

As soon as they were out of ear shot I watched them go at each other, arguing about who knew what, most likely me. I did my best to ignore the eyes on me, but I couldn’t help but snap.

“Have something to say?”

All eyes flooded off me, except for Natasha who crossed her arms and stared me down.

“You aren’t going to try and kill me again, are you?”

Her question enraged me, but I had no reason to be mad. I was the one who attacked, but I swore she was after me.

“I thought you were a threat,” my words felt icy as they hung in the air.

“I wasn’t before and I’m not now,” her words were just as cold, running in my blood like a river in December. 

“Look I’m sorry, okay? I have all these memories and I can’t tell what’s real or not, so yes I attacked you,” I sat against the log farthest from anyone, so I couldn’t hurt someone.

“Then ask.”

Mr. Rogers came back, taking the seat he took seconds ago and watched me closely. He looked more opened to talking then the C man that came back with him.

“Will that work?” I looked to Banner, the doctor who checks on me often when I was strapped to the hospital bed.

“It can’t hurt,” he shrugged his shoulder and continued to look around the group. They spoke with their eyes and I couldn’t help but wonder would the old me under their silent conversation.

“I was a part of your group, real or not real?”

“Real,” Rogers spoke up, nodding to each member as if to tell them it was okay, but I couldn’t be sure of that.

I nodded, letting the fake and real memories flood me within every inch of my brain. I had enough questions to keep them up all night.

“I was kidnapped in my sleep by Hydra, real or not real?”

“Real,” the man with the metal arm spoke this time, giving me the nod this time and I felt as if he was letting me join their secret conversation.

“It was a few months ago, we couldn’t get to you in time,” Banner filled me in more.

I could vaguely remember the screaming and the way my bed-sheets felt that night, but everything else was slightly blurry.

“Natasha tried to kill me, real or not real?”

“Not real,” she was quick to set me straight, giving me a look I couldn’t read but I didn’t mind it, not when it was coming from her.

She was the only person being straight with me, not jumping around the conversation that I needed to have for my sake.

“You’re favorite color is Orange, real or not real?” I didn’t take my eyes off her, the conversation felt so intimate even if everyone was watching.

“Yes, and yours in red because you say it reminds you of my hair,” she looked to her hands, rubbing them up and down the side of her thighs.

“Okay,” I nodded as I absorbed the information about myself, the first piece of information I’ve heard that wasn’t in a file.

“I think we should start getting some sleep, we have a long day ahead,” Rogers pointed to his tent, his voice soft yet firm.

Nobody disagrees, each telling the other goodnight while I got head titles and I'm waves. The only people to tell me goodnight were Rogers and his friend, who I think was named James but I remembered his face clearly now.

I was once his friend too.

I didn’t move from my log, I couldn’t sleep much anyways and I couldn’t be shoved into a tent alone and expected not to go crazy. I said nothing as Natasha moved a few logs closer to me, staring at the ground as she waited.

“Anymore questions?”

“Plenty, but do you have the answers?” I ducked my head, hoping to get a glimpse of her eyes but I was memorized when I did.

Her face flashed over my brain, the same red but straighter and her eye shined under a street lamp. Her lips were as soft as hotel pillows and her touch was like magic as it ghosted over my shoulder.

She looked like magic before the sight was gone and I watched her slightly dirty hair hang in her eye, that wasn't as bright, and the memories started to fog again.

“You kissed me, real or not real?”

The silent felt like screaming as she chewed on her bottom lip, waiting for her words to work.

“Real.”

It wasn’t as confident as her words before, but it felt so much more honest than anything I remembered.

“How did I think you wanted to kill me then?”

“Hydra turned all your memories of me to shit, all the ones they knew about,” she rolled something in-between her finger and I wanted to ask but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

“Do you remember any good ones?”

She held back a laugh, finally looking up from the ground to me with a sad smile stretch on her lips.

“Plenty,” she nodded, going back to the object in her hand.

“Tell me about them, please?”

The ‘please’ sounded so desperate in my head, but it seemed to bring her ease as she moved her body to face me.

“We used to window shop like crazy together,” she looked up at my confused face and continued, “it’s like walking around and looking at stuff you’ll never buy.”

The memories of walking on a sidewalk with her filled me up, the feeling of gentle flowers brushed against my skin filled me.

“Then one time, after we kissed, you pulled me into this antique store and told me to pick something. We argued about it for ten minutes before you gave me this look I could never say no to, so I grabbed the closet thing and told you it’s what I wanted. It was the locket, I hate wearing it because it's so big so I keep it in my pocket,” she held out the locket in question, waiting for me to draw closer and once I did she opened it.

Inside was a photo of me, rolling my eyes at the camera but a hint of a smile on my lips. I looked so content for someone rolling their eyes, I wonder if I always like that.

“You were, never took many things seriously,” I didn’t realize I spoke out loud, but I was glad I did when she almost laughed at the memories.

That when it started to really hit me, not just the memories but the feelings. They laughs and the jokes, and all the inbetweens. I didn’t really know what I was saying, not for a while, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“You love me, real or not real?”

Her answer wasn’t hesitate, even with the same pause, she knew as soon as I asked she just wasn’t ready to say it.

“Real,” her voice was barely above a whisper but I heard it.

I wanted to respond with ‘me too’ or something along the lines, but my answer was much more complex and I couldn’t only hope she understood.

“I think the old me loved you back, from how I feel when I think of the little things, and I can only hope the new me can remember why.”

I was scared when she said nothing, as if I made an impossible situation worse, but when she looked up at me her eyes twinkled again and her hair appeared redder.

“Let me know when you do?”

“You’ll be the first to know, Nat.”

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