#not lovers not enemies rather a secret third thing

[makunezu]

i keep forgetting to post on tumblr. hi guys.

[auroralwriting]

hii!! this is so random but i just read ur spencer reid x genius! reader fic and i was wondering if u could like expand on it?? or like maybe the team finding out that they went on a date and everyone is like oh gosh finally?? thank u and i love ur writing :P

wedding bells

spencer reid x genius!bau!reader

part two to the gun, can be read as a standalone

spencer and you were enemies, now, you’re just into each other. what happens when you show up to jj's wedding as each other's dates?

word count: 1.6k

warnings: the most insane amount of tooth rotting fluff (you're welcome)

thank you for this request! i decided to expand even more and connect it back to the actual episode i wrote about, 7x24 :)

It had been about two weeks since you’d gotten out of the hospital from your last case; the bank robbery. You managed to get out with a couple of stitches and bruises. You were lucky to be alive.

The one good thing that came from the whole ordeal was the fact that you and Spencer, who was your previous academic-agent enemy, had turned into somewhat of your lover.

It started with trivia night at O’Keefe’s. The two of you decided to just pair rather than join a large team, and you kicked ass. You allowed Spencer to handle more of the academic side of trivia while you took pop culture. Quite literally, you were the only team with points.

That date went so well, that you ended up going out to dinner at the new Chinese place by Spencer’s apartment. That one went great too, and a third came along, a simple date that included Spencer taking you to an art museum.

You actually got to know Spencer, and he got to know you. Sure, you’d been team mates for years, but with suck a strong rivalry, you never got to know the man. You were both eerily alike, and things were going great. There had been no cases, Strauss gave your team a break after JJ’s boyfriend had almost died, along with you.

Spencer and you were at his place watching Doctor Who when you got a phone call. You picked it up, “Hey, Rossi.” The tv was paused and Spencer was looking at you expectantly. “Mhm.. mh- Oh my god! Oh, Rossi. That’s such a good idea. Yes, I’ll be there. I’m, uh, actually with Spencer, so I’ll pass on the message.” Spencer raised an eyebrow at you as you hung up. "Okay, don't freak out, but JJ and Will are engaged."

"What!" Spencer exclaimed with a bright smile. "Oh my god!"

"And Rossi and Will are planning for the wedding to be this Friday," You continued. "JJ doesn't know yet, so we have to keep it a secret."

"Speaking of secrets," Spencer coyly began, "Does Rossi know about, well, us?"

You chuckled, "I didn't tell him, but he knows we've been together more. Significantly more,"

"I've been thinking," Spencer said. "What if we don't keep this a secret anymore."

The only reason it was a secret in the first place was because the team would freak out if they knew you were going out. "I don't think now's the best time to tell them. We don't want to steal JJ's thunder." you frowned.

"No, no!" Spencer quickly shook his head. He grabbed both your hands, rubbing them with his thumbs. "Do you want to be my date to their wedding?"

Your heart raced at his words, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. "Yeah, Spence. I'd love to be your date." You smiled brightly.

The wedding was only three days away, and you were quick to go out with Penelope to buy a dress. You wanted something elegant that wouldn't take away from JJ, so you decided on a flowey, burgundy-maroon dress. It was formal, but nothing too glamorous. The whole time, Penelope kept rambling about how since she and Kevin were no more, the two of you could be girl-dates. You casually agreed, not wanting to give up Spencer and your cover yet.

You'd asked Spencer if he wanted to see your outfit on Thursday, but he wanted it to be a surprise. So, with Pen, you both did each other's hair, makeup, and got ready. You arrived together at the Rossi mansion to make everything less conspicuous.

"Oh my god!" Penelope whisper yelled. "Kevin has a date--a date!" She grabbed you and dragged you to Emily and Morgan in a panic. "He brought a date, and I didn't bring a boy date, oh my god I look like an idiot!"

"Pen, you don't look like an idiot." You rubbed her arm softly. "He's the real idiot for moving on so damn fast."

Emily nodded, "And you look so gorgeous, I bet he can't help but think about you. Play it cool."

Penelope took a large sip of her drink. "I'm- I'm gonna go, go somewhere, uh, somewhere he's not."

"Hi, Penelope!" Beth, Hotch's new girlfriend, said cheerfully as she walked up.

"Hey, hi," Penelope quickly walked off.

Beth gave a soft laugh, "Hello everybody."

You smiled and pulled her into a hug, "Ex problems, don't mind her. Hi Beth, and hi Hotch. You both look great."

"Says you! You look absolutely stunning! That is so your color." Beth smiled as she took your hand to spin you around lightly.

The three of you said hello to Jack as well. As the group began to disperse, you quickly spotted Rossi. You made your way over to him, a smile on his face. Rossi was like a father to you. Growing up under his help and guidance, he was more than just a mentor. "Oh, honey. Look at you, you look so grown up."

"Dave, I've been grown up for a lot of years now." You laughed as he kissed your cheek. "Have you seen Spencer by chance?"

"Not yet," Rossi replied. He raised an eyebrow at you, studying your face. "You two are together, aren't you?"

A look of panic crossed your features. "Shh!" You quickly hushed, looking around to see if anyone noticed. When they didn't you turned back to him. "We've been going out on dates, hanging out. That sort of thing. We aren't.. boyfriend-girlfriend."

"I'm happy for you two," Rossi smiled. "You two make a good pair, especially now that you aren't planning each other's murders."

"Who was murdered?"

You turned around to see Spencer standing behind you. His eyes went wide when he saw you. The way you turned, bright eyed and graceful, it made his heart leap in his chest, especially when you looked so ethereal.

Spencer breathed your name softly, looking to Rossi. You gave a small nod, letting him know that Rossi knew. He walked over, giving you a small hug to secretly press a kiss into your hair. The two of you hadn't really kissed yet, but you knew it would happen soon.

"You're an angel," Spencer softly spoke, caressing your cheek as you smiled.

"You look amazing, too." You replied.

Rossi and Spencer gave each other a quick hello before he excused himself to go reveal to JJ that this was her wedding night. It only took a few minutes and JJ ran up to you. You hugged her before she could say anything.

"You knew?" Her voice cracked, but you knew it was from joy.

"We all did," You smiled. "Hey, while you and Will get ready, let Spence watch over Henry."

JJ's eyebrows furrowed as she watched Spencer nod quickly, giving your shoulder a squeeze with the sweetest smile she'd ever seen him give someone. "Uh-"

"Don't worry about it," You shook your head. "This is your night." When you saw JJ was about to ask again, you filled her in. "Going out on dates, not dating."

She just smiled, holding up her dress. "This is it. I wanted to ask you, actually, if you wanted to be my maid of honor? Help me get ready?"

Your eyes filled with tears, "Oh, Jayge. It would be my absolute honor." You hugged her again tightly, leading her upstairs with her mom.

It didn't take long until the ceremony began. You were already at the end of the isle, watching Spencer do a magic trick with the ring with Henry. You giggled, Spencer's eyes meeting yours as he smiled back to you.

JJ was the most beautiful bride you'd ever seen. She came up to the front and you hugged her, taking her flowers from her and standing next to Spencer and Penelope. As the ceremony went on, you found yourself tearing up. Weddings always made you cry. Spencer took notice, taking your hand and pulling you against his chest as he rubbed your arm. The team was too busy watching JJ and Will to notice.

The dancing was the best part. Penelope pulled you to the dance floor before Spencer even had a chance. You happily slow danced with her, then Derek, who stole you away. From there, Hotch had a dance with you, and then Rossi. Finally, at your favorite slow song, Spencer approached.

"Dave, would you mind?" He softly asked.

"It would be my pleasure." Dave passed you off to Spencer with one hand as Spencer slowly pulled you into his arms. If you took closer notice, you'd see him go to Strauss and begin to dance.

"Hi," You whispered, one hand in his as his other rested on your waist. Your free hand was on his shoulder. The two of you began to sway to the music.

"Hi," He echoed, giving you the softest look you'd ever gotten. "I missed you. I didn't even get a chance to dance with you."

You softly giggled, "Well, now it's yours. All yours, Spence." You leaned in closer, "You're the only one I wanted to dance with."

The position changed, both of Spencer's hands were on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. This was much more intimate. "You're the only one I want, too." The double meaning made your stomach twist in the best way.

As the two of you danced, your teammates began to finally notice. "Oh my god," Derek mumbled. "Those two dumb geniuses finally got together."

"Actually, they're just going on dates," JJ corrected as she swayed with Will.

Emily smirked, "Not for long by the looks of it."

"They make such a sweet couple," Beth cooed.

Penelope gasped, "Oh my sweet baby Jesus, I took her away from him all night!"

"I'm sure he doesn't mind." Hotch smiled, actually smiled, as they all watched you lean your head on his shoulder, one of his hands coming up to the middle your back to splay out, almost protectively, holding you closer.

"I think I hear some more wedding bells in our future." Derek smiled.

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the enemy of my friend is my enemy, but he's also his own worst enemy? so he's my friend? (nr6) | pt3

pairing: nico rosberg x hamilton!reader [smau]

summary: in an attempt to plan a surprise birthday party for your brother's 39th birthday, you enlist the help of his ex-??? to get into his apartment

warnings: none (i think)

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lewishamilton Excited to be back home for New Year's. Here's to an amazing 2024!

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user1 LOOKING GOOD SIRRRRRR 😩😩😩

user2 i usually hate manspreading, but the way this man does it is sooooooo sexy user3 literalllyyyyy it's the see through shirt that does it for me though user4 can't wait to see him without his braids, they're the only thing that get me through the winter break 😭😭😭

user5 UGH HOW DOES MONACO HAVE SUCH GOOD WEATHER IN LIKE THE MIDDLE OF WINTER, BRO'S IN A SHORT SLEEVE SHIRT

fencer can't wait to see you brother 💪

user6 yooooo birthday bash hints??? user7 i mean his birthday is pretty soon....maybe we'll see another bro pic hahahaha

user8 happy new years eve from london ❤️

charles_leclerc when are you going to finally invite me out on a yacht trip ☹️

user9 LOL CHARLES ARENT U LITERALLY MONEGASQUE AND RICH - GET UR OWN YACHT 🤣🤣🤣 user10 bro just wants to hang out with the goat

user11 ya'll anyone else catch on y/n's absent comment??? girlie is usually on top with responding to her brother's posts...

user12 yk she doesn't always have to respond right, like she could just be with lewis, or you know...being her own person user13 lmfaooo so real @/user12 user14 but like she's not even given it a like? i wonder where she is... LIKED BY lewishamilton

user15 hopefully mercedes have their car back on track this year, we NEED to see this man win a race 🙌🙌🙌

user16 CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT INSTA POST!!! BIRTHDAY TIMEEEEEE

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f1gossipofficial well well well it looks like an old romance may have been rekindled just before new years!

y/n hamilton and nico rosberg have been seen arguing in y/n's ferrari daytona sp3 in monaco, before engaging in a heated makeout session. are we going to see our first new (honorary) wag of 2024?

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user20 OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

user20 WE ARE SO BACK GUYS

user21 HOLY SHIT MOTHER AND FATHER ARE BACK TOGETHER TRULY MY ROMAN EMPIRE

user22 someone gotta call the ambulance for lewis, he's about to get the biggest heart attack of his life

user23 cant believe their relationship has literally been strangers -> friends -> secret lovers -> enemies -> friends? -> lovers????

user24 that's why they're ICONS 💪💪💪 user25 istg if they go back to being enemies after all this crapshow they've put us through... user26 i think max would rather just shove them in a hotlap with him around spa and then lock them together in a room then face them being enemies again

user27 YA'LL ARE MISSING THE POINT AGAIN, THEY'VE PROBABLY BEEN TOGETHER SINCE BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR

user28 RIGHTTTT 🤨 like are people seriously think they havent contacted each other before this lol user29 nah i think this is legit their first interaction in like eight years - welp didn't take them that long to get BACK together

user30 do you guys need a third??? asking for a friend

user31 bros are not subtle at all 😭 making out in such a recognisable car and city where everyone knows who tf they are 😭😭😭

user32 i forgot how good they look together 😍

user33 watch their kids be pretty as f too

user34 well looks like both hamiltons like rosberg, wonder if thats definitely not at all caused any arguments 😒

user35 well you defs werent around for the great hamilton twitter discourse of 2014... user36 oh yeah forgot about that user37 🤨 someone wanna tell me what that is?

user38 CANT WAIT FOR THEM TO ACTUALLY FINALLY POST EACH OTHER AFTER EIGHT YEARS

user39 i missed the anniversary posts so bad 😍 user40 their cute little dates healed something in me

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[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Hii !! From the smut prompts (stop rolling your eyes, I know Im predicatable!) could I request "Accidentally Sending Nudes", "Sexting" and... a secret third thing (the choice is yours, go hogwild) for Jason x Fat Fem Reader? I'm leaning more towards sub!reader but shes def a little shit about it :3

Thank you in advance if you write it !! 🌼

See, this is why it pays to send in a request with me, because even if I don't answer it right away, I keep requests in my inbox for months and come back to them later!!! (This is from December 2023)

(Also this request is just plain fun) (because Star knows exactly what buttons to push to get me lmao)

DC Titans Requests - OPEN

How would Jason react to you accidentally sending him a nude?

(Jason Todd x Fem!Thick!Reader)

Warnings: set specifically in the Titans!verse - set during season 3/mentions of season 3 plot points; spoilers for major plot points of Titans (including character deaths on the show); this is kind of enemies to lovers? (enemies to fwb, I guess); the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; the reader is described as being fat/plus sized; passing mentions of Gar x reader (I couldn't help myself); dubious consent - because of the nature of the trope, Jason sees the reader naked without her explicit consent, and he decides to keep the picture without her consent - but it does spark a consensual sexual relationship between them; passing mention of using nudes for blackmail (that does not happen); this isn't really proofread; (generally, I consider this post to be a fucking mess because it was written in Tumblr but I was still trying to have fun with it lmao.)

...

Jason is minding his own business when it happens.

(For once in life, he is fully, completely, minding his own business.)

He's back in Gotham and he hasn't seen you in months - and if asked, he would say that he hasn't thought about you. He doesn't have time to think about you because he's been too busy with this therapy bullshit, training, trying to get back his title of Robin. Trying to get back in the cape. (And trying to get back in Bruce's good graces.)

But that's not exactly true. He's thought about you a lot.

(Most of those times have been with his hand around his cock, but again - he won't admit that.)

There is an occasional time that you cross his mind and it's because he's wondering genuinely how you're doing - wondering if you're well, how your training is going, wondering if you're doing okay under the Dickhead's reign. But he can't ever pluck up the courage to text you and simply ask. Because that would be admitting that he cares, and that would make him look like a weak little prick.

And that's why he's so damn surprised when you text him first.

He hasn't heard from you since he left the Tower (well, since he stormed away from Donna's funeral in what you called a 'toddler fit' - something that ended in a rather vicious text argument between the two of you). In fact, the last thing in the text history between the two of you is you calling him a 'giant, petty, whiny baby who can't deal with his own emotions'.

(You had no clue what had happened between him and Rose, so that did inform a lot of your opinion on the matter.) (And that was probably the reason why Rose still had all of her teeth after you had seen her at the funeral.)

But all of that was aside from the point.

The point being - Jason found himself smiling when your contact name popped up on his phone.

He has you in his phone as 'Pretty Girl' - along with a contact picture of you sticking your tongue out at him in response to having his phone shoved in your face with the knowledge that he was taking a picture of you. (That tongue always makes him think certain things, so even though you intended for it to be some rude thing to ruin the picture, it makes it so much better for him.)

(1) new photo

That instantly catches Jason's attention.

Perhaps you were sending him a picture just to flip him off, or sending him a picture of a dumpster to ask him if it reminded him of home - a common joke you used to make when he still lived at the Tower.

Jason grabbed his phone and opened the message, expecting another tired joke, and-

Holy fuck.

The last thing he was expecting - your naked body. Your gorgeous naked body.

(He likely would have expected a nuclear blast or for the Joker to clean up his act and actually become a decent, sane citizen before he expected this to happen.)

Jason brought his phone closer to his face, making the picture full screen in order to examine it better - he needed to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating, or that this wasn't some weird dream. But fuck, he definitely wouldn't be able to dream up this.

You were so perfect - so fucking perfect in a way that was so very real.

The picture was a fucking stunning side profile of your body - rolling curves, lacy underwear that could clearly barely contain your impressive hips with sweet little stretch marks jutting out from the fabric (jagged little marks across the softness of your skin that made Jason want to act up) - soft fat for him to grab onto, and the perfect teardrop shape of your breast, now bared to his eye in a way that he had only dreamt of before. Something that he had stared at through the oversized tee shirts you wore to bed without a bra, just wondering what you looked like underneath.

And fuck, this was so much better than anything he could have dreamt up.

Jason's cock began to harden almost instantly, and laying in bed, he reached over to his nightstand for some lube, ready to milk that picture for all it was worth, when-

His phone buzzed again.

Pretty Girl: 'Delete that.'

Jason hadn't even considered that you had sent it to him by mistake. He had been far too busy enjoying to even consider the intention or the psychology behind it.

So, he took his hand off the waistband of his sweats and texted back the first thing that came to mind.

'No.'

(He didn't hear your annoyed growl on the other end, frustrated at his downright typical Jason behaviour.)

'It's not my fault you made a dumbass mistake. Besides, it's the least I get after all the nagging from you.'

Then, something else came to mind as the bubbles popped up, meaning you were busy formulating a reply - an annoyed one, no doubt.

'Who did you mean to send it to anyway? Who are you fucking whose name starts with J that's not me?'

(You hesitated.)

Pretty Girl: 'I didn't type in J.'

'???'

Pretty Girl: 'I typed in G. And it turns out the first contact that popped up was Giant Baby. That's you.'

Jason felt annoyed and insulted on all levels. The fact that you were going to Tiger Boy for dick instead of him, and the fact that you had used such a mocking contact name for him. But when he realised that such a pathetic string of events had caused him to accidentally see you naked, he couldn't be too upset.

'I'm still keeping the picture 😈'

Pretty Girl: 'You're such an asshole' Pretty Girl: ... Pretty Girl: 'You owe me one'

'Fine, I'll owe you one'

Jason shrugged it off, thinking he had won, until -

Pretty Girl: 'No, you owe me a cock.'

This made Jason's stomach jump. You couldn't possibly mean-?

Pretty Girl: ... Pretty Girl: 'You owe me a picture of your dick. You know - an eye for an eye type stuff.'

Jason wanted to ask questions - what did you plan to do with the picture? Should he shave his balls first? Did you want more than one?

But his cock got even harder at you asking for a picture, at you demanding to see his cock, and he couldn't properly think - he couldn't even reason that you might later blackmail him with the picture.

No, instead, he found himself ripping down his pants and turning on the bedside lamp for good lighting, pumping himself up to peak rigid hardness and grasping the base of his cock in hand. And then, without hesitation, he snapped a picture for you. He made sure to get his abs in the photo - a collection of his best assets, with his pants pulled down to mid-thigh, showing off his tight stomach, the deep V leading down to his dick, and his thick seven inch cock in hand surrounded by some well-kept dark pubic hair.

(He was proud of it - and that ego was one of the things that annoyed you most about him.)

He sent it without hesitation and then you began typing several times and stopped once again. Jason's stomach churned with nerves until -

Pretty Girl: 'Fuck you' Pretty Girl: 'I thought it would be smaller'

Jason had no clue how to respond to that, and he was busy racking his brain for some clever reply, when -

Oh. Oh fuck.

(1) new photo

You had sent him another picture. And this time it was definitely on purpose.

It was a view between the plump, beautiful thickness of your thighs - your hand was inside the pretty lace of those panties, and your fingers were visible working on your clit while your needy hole dripped wetness onto the fabric.

So you had liked what you had seen.

Pretty Girl: 'What would you do if you were here right now?'

Jason's brain short-circuited then. He thought of so many things - eating your pussy until you screamed, flipping you onto your stomach and fucking you until you begged him to stop, gripping onto those gorgeous thighs, pinning them to your chest and pounding into your cunt until you finally surrendered and said that you had liked him all along, fucking your smart little mouth to finally shut you up-

Pretty Girl: 'Come on, Jay. Don't disappoint me.'

Oh, he won't.

(Another thing Jason won't admit - he came back to the Tower just for you.)

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[calchalator]

the tears that fell from the ghost hounds eyes

Pairing: Calcharo x Reader

“I thought I was protecting them.”

“From me?”

Warning: rating 18+ for accidental pregnancy, references of s*x, maybe ooc?

-It had been very sudden, something neither of you were expecting.

-You were terrified to tell him, as most people were even to scared to approach him in general.

-Except for you, when three drinks too many you ended up tangled between his arms in his bed.

-Thus you ultimately decide that you’re actually a chicken and opt out of saying anything until it started to become more and more obvious you had been hiding something big.

-He could sense the change in the tides rather swiftly, picking up on all your habits, the standoffishness you had been exhibiting, the way you had become secretive, how he could sense something was different. You looked different, and though it had been months since he last touched you, he could feel a difference.

-He couldn’t figure what he had done to make you change so much in such a short amount of time, he partially wondered if you had another lover, if you were getting attention elsewhere. That could be the change, someone who is fulfilling your needs better then he ever could.

-You however, were panicking with each incoming day as your bump grew larger and larger, your hips widening, your breasts also larger and far more tender. Your body was constantly changing, and with that came the worst case of morning sickness Baizhi had seen in a long time. She tried her best to give you some natural remedies that wouldn’t hurt you or the baby in your womb but to no avail nothing helped except to hideaway and sleep off the nausea off.

-Calcharo was beginning to worry, something the man hadn’t thought he was capable of in so long, the coldness that enshrouded him, he never thought someone as warm as you would find a way to melt through.

“This is the third com they’ve sent within the last few months that they are still away on an expedition. I think they might have defected sir,” One of his men say to him. He says nothing in return, his eyes cold and calculating. He wonders about the timing, wonders if you had enough of one night with him. Fine. Let it be that way.

-About 20 weeks go by, your bump is out and you’ve been in hiding for far to long. Guilt consumed you, knowing that your child deserved a father, but the question was simple, would he be a good one? He was cold, men and women of all kinds feared him, his enemies loathed him, a target on his head at all times. What kind of life would that be for your child?

-And you would protect your unborn child, in whatever way was necessary.

-And then he finds you, in passing, at the market. In fact, he sees you before you see him, and he struck in awe, your belly swollen, hands cradling the bump hidden beneath the fabric of your dress.

-This is what you had been hiding? You were with child? Was it his? Was it someone else’s? How far along were you? Why did you hide it? Why did you hide? His thoughts races a million miles an hour, his body paralyzed in place as he watches you converse with the townspeople. An old granny, putting her hand on your stomach, a smile emitting from your lips.

-However all he can think about is how he had been shut out, how he had been given no choice, how he didn’t know, how much he had missed. It hurt him to admit but he was mad, and not because you had done any of these things, but because he already knew why without having to ask.

-His position, his work, his source of income. The dangers he brought just by existing in the same space as you, he knew why.

-But he is a stubborn man, and views his responsibility of raising his unborn child as a higher priority then the Ghost Hounds. So his feet begin to travel in wide strides, strait towards you, pushing through the crowd of people in the heart of Jinzhou.

“Y/N.” His voice is quiet but startles you in whipping around, arms flying to your bump. To hide it maybe? Your not sure, it feels like the right thing to do. His presence is overwhelming, his scent familiar, but when you look into his eyes to see nothing but pure hurt you’ve understood you’ve made the wrong choice in not telling him. Your eyes well with tears faster then you can comprehend, your emotions on heightened hormonal train wreck.

The granny stands quietly behind you, a pillar in your current pregnancy when you had come back into Jinzhou for check ups with Baizhi. She had offered you a bowl of ramen from her shop telling you that it was okay you couldn’t afford it, you had another mouth to feed. Once you had stabilized another job within the city you had been constantly visiting her to pay back your due to her kindness. She knew of the man standing in front of you, you had only spent most of your time talking about him.

“Why don’t we take this inside children, its rather busy in the market today,” Her wizened words pull Calcharo from his stupor, his hand reaching to you to guide you into the grandmothers ramen shop.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sounds almost desperate as soon as you’ve walked into the silence of the shop, he doesn’t care, “You just left. You lied.”

“I thought I was protecting them,” Your lips trembled, he had every reason to be mad, even if you didn’t think the leader of the ghost hounds would want anything to do with family or raising one of his own.

“From me?” He whispers.

You stay silent, guilt raising the bile in your throat, your stomach flipping. With shaky hands you feel the walls of your throat closing up, a gagging motion coming from your gut as you turn to beeline for the bathroom. In an instant your on your knees in front of the toilet, holding onto your stomach and the rim of the toilet bowl as this mornings breakfast makes it way out of your body.

-(Baby Calchalator isn’t a fan of cheesy eggs on toast apparently)

-You can’t hear anything, your body is reverent with chills, shaking violently with each outburst.

-You almost don’t recognize his touch because he is so gentle.

-His hands slip around the strands of your fallen hair, pulling it back as his other hand rubs soothing circles along your back. He was on his knees, one on each side of your body, holding you tightly in place.

-Once you’ve finally calmed, his hands reach under each arm to help you to your feet, a task that usually had been taking the wind out of you and a task he did effortlessly.

“I’m sorry I left.” You whisper after a few moments of silence.

His eyes were defeated, head hanging low as his eyes trained on the tips of his shoes, “If you don’t want me to be here I’ll leave, I’ll do whatever you think is best for you and our child.”

-And-oh god-

-He wants it, and your hearts racing because he wants your child, he wants to be there, to raise them on his principles, to take their hand and guide them through life, and he wants to be there doing that with you.

-He’s stern now, feeling fear for the answer to come from your lips. On one hand he knew he would bring danger, in was in his nature and nothing good ever followed once he collected of his debts from his line of work. He knew he was rigid, bound by a staggering fate that he would cycle through each contract till one eventually took his life. Would he leave his child without a father out of fate or because of a decision of the one person who made him change his mind on everything? Because on the other hand, he never knew how quickly he’d embrace the idea of having his own kid. He could already feel the twinge of hope taking root inside of him, hope that you would let him stay, hope that he would get to hold that little baby in his arms, hope that would be his reason to shape into a man his child would be proud to call their father.

You don’t hesitate, “Stay.”

-His eyes snap to your eyes, checking for honesty, he’s in disbelief. Stay? Stay.

“You’ll still have me? Despite everything?” He’s cautious, will they just leave him again? Will they change their mind? His fear is masked with a stoic thin line of his lips pressed together, emotions securely hidden behind his eyes. They tell you nothing, you don’t know what he’s thinking, but you can feel his pain, the hurt, the betrayal.

“You’ve proved me wrong,” You say, looking at him, “I don’t think there is anybody else who deserves this more then you do, and I am so sorry that I almost took that from you.”

-It was the most honest apology he’d ever received, and in no time you were in his arms, in the confines of the bathroom where no one, not even granny, could see the tears that fell from the ghost hounds eyes. His heart had been beating so fast, his hands felt frozen solid and yet he grappled you in, his hands finding solace on the growing bump.

(AN: This was 100% self indulgent. Should I make this a series?)

[mjsparkour]

Lets discuss fail marriages

It’s about the fact that you're trapped together. It’s the forced proximity trope on steroids. There are more things than one that are tying you to each other. It’s a combination of external and internal factors. Some times its about the way you challenge each other, in a way that feels enemies to lovers-esc because your ultimately on the same side, as you are tied together, but you find yourselves on opposite ends of the spectrum (ideologically/values/actions). You maybe love each other but there is some form of hatred and maybe distain as well because more often than not that person is a mirror to you or an idea of everything you want to be and are not. It’s about how they fail to be a normal couple. They’re not indifferent toward one another but rather have a distinct sense or awareness of the other person. They are not the only thing in the room they notice but the most important/distinct (sometimes unbearably the person they pay most attention to). They are not in love (not in the way you think) but they don’t strictly hate each other, they’re prickled by each other and thus they are that secret third thing. Affection is not shown in the conventional ways in fail marriages and thank God for it.

[ckiine]

The warning

A/N 1 - Hello folks. Another short fanfic for ShinRan, cause I have withdrawals of this lovely couple.

A/N 2 - Do let me know what you guys think about it.

A/N 3 - The images used are NOT mine. All the credits to the original artists

ENJOYYY!!!

*****

Shinichi glanced at his watch.

I still have ten more minutes till I meet up with her.

It was quite a chilly and a cloudy winter afternoon and him and Ran had decided to meet up to go for a New Year's shrine visit.

They were soon going to be third years, and life was going to change tracks as they would officially become adults, followed by pursuing careers, which would change so many dynamics in their lives.

However, a vague sense of unease and discomfort was nagging Shinichi. It was more of a reality staring at him and his growing realisation of how many times he had been lucky in taking down the black organisation.

It had been a few weeks since he had returned to his 'normalcy' but he had received quite multiple warnings and heads-up for his future.

The FBI operatives were the first ones to warn him about his whispered name in the underworld.

It was followed by a very grave warning from Mizunashi Rena-san,

"However it turned out to be young detective, you were terribly lucky that you found them first rather than them hunting for you."

She used the word 'hunt', if that was not the hard slap of truth, then Shinichi did not know what was.

This word had sent a chill down his spine, especially after fully uncovering how ruthless and cruel the black organisation truly was.

In hindsight, so many things had coincidentally worked out for him that it was almost laughable.

A drug which was supposed to kill him shrank him instead, the first person to discover his identity did not reveal it to the organisation, moreover, she ended up using the same drug for her own escape and become one of his greatest allies.

Then the other person who deduced his identity was Vermouth, who kept his secret intact.

So many undercover agents were revealed to him, who all turned out to be extremely valuable and trustworthy allies.

In all honesty, for the majority of his showdown, the ball was in his court. It was the black organisation who were dealing with a concealed enemy, a fact that Conan took full advantage of.

"As you are a minor, no official report has your name and contribution."

"We will not be including your involvement for your own good."

"Even without that, please know, how truly grateful we are for your support."

Amuro-san, Mitzunashi Rena-san, Jodie-san James-san and even Akai-san's mother had vowed to keep his involvement a complete secret.

"Young man, believe me, crossing the threshold of organised criminal organisations at such a young age will be far more painful than you can even imagine."

"We have lost too many loved ones in the process already."

"The guilt and the pain are far too heavy to bear. I do not wish for someone as young as you to go through it."

Shinichi had agreed with their words, he had a proper cover of Edogawa Conan and even the name of Kogorou Mouri to shield himself and his loved ones from lethal dangers but things will be far more different now.

"However, your name is already quite well known my dear silver bullet-kun."

"Be sure to protect your precious angel."

Shinichi felt suffocated as soon as he recalled Vermouth's last words, the warning of her words was far too real and omnious.

Ran.

'Childhood friends' was a safe lable for them at that time.

But now, it was 'Girlfriend', 'Lover' and eventually 'Fiancée', 'Wife.'

There was already a target on his back, but now, because of him, Ran will have one too.

The panic and the unease in his chest just kept increasing.

"SHINCCHIIIII"

He jerked up and looked in the direction of the voice calling him.

His heart responded faster than his brain.

The scene in front of him pulled him in a trance.

The clouds had cleared up to let a few beams of sunlight pass through, and through those shining beams of light Ran came jogging towards him.

Her eyes were shining, and a joyous smile had lit up her entire being as if she had blended with the soft, warm winter sun itself. She was wearing a thick white coat jacket with a red scarf and her matching red gloves, which were the gift given to her by him. As she ran her hoodie fell back, freeing her inky black hair, which was a stark contrast against her coat and the snowy backdrop in general.

"Don't run, you can slip and fall," Shinichi called out worriedly as he moved towards her.

Ran just giggled and, on reaching him, without slowing down, threw herself in his arms, burying herself all warm and cozy.

She was on time, but the moment she saw him waiting, a wave of joy washed over her and for some reason, she had to clear this distance as soon as possible.

Although slightly surprised and elated, Shinichi automatically hugged her back.

Bliss!

"This is my apology. I am warming you up, since you had to wait in the cold for me," said Ran, burying her face deeper in his chest.

"Silly girl, I didn't have to wait for long," said Shinichi as he fixed her hoodie back on her head to keep her warm.

Although it reminded him of the time when Ran had waited three hours in the snow, outside his home for him.

He felt a distantant pang of that painful moment and hugged Ran tighter.

Not just that, Shinichi's mind simply kept racing through different scenarios where Ran would become the main victim of any dangerous situation he encounters.

There would be people watching, observing and studying her movements to find weaknesses, blind spots, and locations she would frequent. Of course he knew Ran was strong and could fend for herself but having to deal with systematic organised criminal syndicates who would have no rules in harming her.

The prospects terrified him. What could he do to always protect her? What steps could he take to keep her safe? Things he could do so as not to disturb her peace.

Am I the danger to you Ran?

Do I have to go away to keep you safe?

NOOOOOO!!! Absolutely NOT!

Not this. Anything but this.

Even the thought of it felt like a death sentence to Shinichi.

However, this time, his mind failed him; instead of calming down, his panic inflated, he kept thinking of the worst possible scenarios.

In the future, if they are in different places, pursuing different careers, following their own paths and some other opportunistic unlawful syndicate takes advantage of this distance.

No place, no cafe, no convenience store, no neighbourhood will be safe.

He recalled how conveniently the black organisation would set up snipers Korn and Chianti in the middle of the day in the busy streets of Beika City. They had managed to assassinate Tequila and Pisco without leaving any traces. They had even cause a bomb panic in a freaking hospital, rigged an entire train coach with explosives just to get rid of Haibara.

All these actions were done by them without even knowing that Kudou Shinichi himself was the enemy in the dark. Had they known about his survival?

It would have been a catastrophe, like the time they had immediately mobilised to assassinate Occhan on the slightest suspicion.

His name was being whispered in the same abyss, from 'the silver bullet', his name was now referred to as the 'silver hunter', 'lethal silver.'

The warnings were a sugar coat; they were simply a reality check that Kudou Shinichi was no longer capable of living the life of an ordinary citizen. The target on his back was bold and clear.

His righteous self was up and ready for this challenge but what of his heart? His beloved?

He obviously couldn't just choose to randomly appear and disappear, go into hiding as he pleased and lie about himself.

The act of 'Edogawa Conan' was not something he wanted to put Ran through ever again.

He was scared.

"Shinichi?"

What if he loses her?

"Shinichi??"

I can't hurt her again. Never again!

"Shinichi~ Are you listening to me??

Shinichi gasped and loosened his hold on Ran. He pulled back but didnt let her go.

Ran looked up to him. His face was quite pale and serious, but his eyes showed a rare trace of fear and vulnerability.

Shinichi looked away, unable to stand the weight of her gaze

He took a few deep breaths to calm down.

It's still fine.

I am here, and she is here with me too.

Suddenly he felt warm hands applying gentle pressure at the sides of his face which slowly brought him face to face with Ran.

"Look at me, Shinichi," Ran whispered softly.

Her gaze was gentle yet steady.

His mind stilled. All the panic, paranoia which was raging like a storm, clouding his judgement had now simply surrendered to the warm blue eyes in front of him.

"Shinichi, please listen to me very, very carefully." Her voice gentle and cooing

"I will always choose you."

Her thumbs drew small circular patterns on his cheeks.

"You are all that my heart yearns for."

"Wherever you are, no matter where, I will be there too."

"Take me with you wherever you want to go. No matter how far, no matter how distant, if you are there I will be there too."

A slight rosy hue had painted her cheeks, her eyes were unburdened and joyous, her voice, although shaky with emotion, was clear and reassuring.

The moment stilled in time for both of them. Shinichi was flooded with emotions he could not identify.

He exhaled a deep breath and hugged Ran again, but unlike the previous hug, which taut and full of anxiety this hug was warm, soft and cuddly.

In the sea of emotions, he was finally able to pinpoint gratitude but Ran's words and actions were the highest form of mercy on his heart.

He pulled back and rested their foreheads together.

Only three words were coming to his mind.

The words were so long-drawn, overused, and repeated so many times that they did not even feel meaningful; however, that was all he could say to Ran.

"I love you."

Ran smiled back warmly and a tiny snow flake landed on her nose.

Ran looked up to see that the sky had gotten gloomy again but it had started to snow.

"First snowfall of the year, that too seeing with my precious person." Ran giggled as Shinichi put her gloves back on her hands.

"No, leave this one," said Ran, pulling back her left hand.

Shinichi looked puzzled as Ran looked at him cheekily, but then a light bulb went on in his head.

He entwined his hand with hers and pulled it into his coat pockets.

"Let's go, Ran."

*****

A/N - Once again, the image is not mine. All the credit to the original artist.

A bonus ShinRan pic caue I thought it fits with the theme of the chapter :)

[tobiasdrake]

The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy 228 - Unlucky like Russian Roulette

Day 90 of 100. That was a depressing breakfast, but now we have some Free Time to burn.

First thing's first, I got my first MAX skill upgrade that didn't come in with Terror-senpai. So long as she doesn't move from her position, Kako can now shoot for five damage with Spirit Rain instead of four. Seven if she targets a flying enemy.

Alright, let's take a look at those new Gifts we unlocked. From the Pressed Flower, we have....

That's an Eito present. I'm sure of it. Of course this belongs to our book nerd.

Next up is the Sunflower Seed....

This one's for Shouma, without question. I thought it might be complicated by whatever the note says but if the note is "Animal lovers will never want to let it go" then it has to be Shouma's.

With the World Map, we unlock....

This, I'm not so sure about. "Spin it with a wine glass in hand to feel like you're the king of the world" makes me think of Ima, but a globe feels like a weird gift for Ima.

Could also be Eito, what with his love of knowledge. That description makes it sound sinister. But then, Eito is the traitor, so that makes sense.

Glass Fragment gives us....

Maybe Nozomi or Tsubasa? "A refreshing sound reminiscent of a summer memory" could be a reference to the good times they long for with the people they love.

And finally, with Nitroglycerin, we have....

Darumi.

Alright, that's three I feel confident of. I need more Eito presents for my grades, so let's go give him this Bookmark first.

My guy, who else would this have ever been for? I'm not convinced most of us are literate.

Myself included!

YES. I NEEDED THAT.

And next, we either need to pass off Hamster Plushie to Shouma or Bomb Collar to Darumi. I have two Gifts already given to both of them so... I guess we'll flip a coin. Heads, Shouma gets a cuddly new friend, Tails, Darumi gets to blow her head off.

Aaaaaaaaand heads. Sorry, Darumi, but your luck just wasn't there today. Just like most of the days I let you play Russian Roulette!

Of course. You're a valued member of this team. It was literally this or strapping a bomb to one of your classmates, and being nice to you just barely won out.

I have maxed out Darumi's subject and I'm a hair's breadth from maxing Kako's, with Tsubasa trailing at a close third. Is anybody surprised?

Countdown is a weird way of describing it. I would have gone with "home stretch" or something in that fashion.

In any case, we're counting down right now to Day 94. We've been meeting in secret with the enemy behind your back. Not that you care; You're dead and your bosses have abandoned us.

There's a lot of mean things I could say to you but honestly, being Ima's skin is punishment enough. I'm going to bed, Tomorrow I'm gonna--

Oh, never mind. Karua dream, here we go. Is this...

This isn't after the battle in the TRC, is it? Are we about to finally remember what came after that?

...right, I guess that would make sense as the thing that happened to the real Takumi. Sirei let slip really early on that the TRC battle never really happened. Takumi and the others didn't get hemoanima to fight off Invaders and then get studied at Kamukura. We were created and then made to think that happened to us.

Something something Matrix simulator to program our personalities or... or something.

Wait, is this happening LIVE!? The Takumi in the bed is talking about the fucking Last Defense Academy. Is this... does he...

...okay, you probably can't see it but the "memory" is glitching out right now. Staticky image and distortions. This is....

The memory crashed and shut down right here.

I think.

I think I can call this confirmation that our original experience in the TRC was a virtual simulation. And possibly also of my really old theory that there is no such person as Karua.

...but does this also imply my other really old theory, that these "memories" are in fact being artificially implanted in our heads rather than being real memories we're recalling in our dreams?

...

Are the humans up on that station even real?

If we can't believe in the TRC, how do we even trust that there are even people up there?

Nozomi aside, have we ever even met a human in our lives?

I'm kind of freaking out from this glitched out "memory".

[hello-nichya-here]

What made you ship Spuffy?

Something Blue. I just LOVED their dynamic in it. Even before the spell, they were already acting like PEAK enemies to lovers.

Spike was a bit too eager to annoy Buffy and just HAD to bring up what he assumed she'd do to please her vampire boyfriend, Buffy was being downright flirty when "tempting" Spike to bite her, and for God's sake, she kept that man chained in a tub.

Then the spell happens. Spike on his knees, proposing to her, and James just has to make it sound like his character is 100% serious and every scene in the show had been leading up to this. Buffy has tears in her eyes as she says eyes and is showing off her ring to Giles (and she never gave Spike that ring back, mind you).

They spend the rest of the damn episode making out, cuddling, holding hands, being cutesy, bickering adorably, and Buffy just refused to get off of Spike's lap.

It was the BEST thing that happened in the whole show, and then the following season, when Spike realized "Oh fuck, I might actually have feelings for her" I was thrilled.

The whole fight scene of him explaining to her how he killed two slayers, with that RIDICULOUS sexual tension... God, I loved it. Not to mention, Buffy is SUPPOSEDLY only there to figure out what she did wrong that led to her getting injured, yet she's basically on a date with Spike? Like, she's playing pool with him, sitting down to talk and grab a bite, asking him about his life and then they're in an alleyway fighting (which Buffy herself said is basically third base for Spike) and when she asks Spike if he thinks this is a "dance" he replies with "Dancing is all we've done" AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

The kiss after he keeps the secret that could have gotten her sister killed, the way Spike vows to protect Dawn until the end of the world, the way he reacts to Buffy's death and how she only seems to start truly coming back to her senses when he shows up, "EVERY NIGHT I SAVE YOU", Buffy only telling him that she has not escaped hell but rather been dragged out of heaven, THE MUSICAL, THEM FUCKING A HOUSE DOWN, Spike getting his soul back for her, "Why does everyone in this house think that I'm still in love with Spike?", the speech and cuddling in "Touched"...

They're just perfect together, I don't care what anyone says.

[xihe1874]

Hello everyone!!! I know it's been quite a while (who am I kidding it's been a year or so). But here I am, posting stupid nothing about these stupid lover boys again.

This is a Harry Potter crossover, but you don't have to have read Harry Potter to understand this.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you like this, please let me know as this author lives for comments and likes <3

Wish you all the best <3

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Relationship: Iceman/Maverick

Tags: Fluff, Humor, Mutual Pining, Angst, but just a little bit, because they are both idiots, Idiots in love, Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Mildly Dubious Consent, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Alternative Universe - Magic, Love Potion/Spell, Truth Serum, Actually the tags are spoil alerts, Not actually unrequited love, Requited love, First kiss, Falling in love

Word count: 3534

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"Goose, you sure it's the real thing? Why does it look so weird?"

Pete shook the vial and regarded the liquid in it with a suspicious face. Even if it was just a prank, he — the youngest Seeker Gryffindor had ever seen in history who had terrified so many enemies both on the oval pitch and in love — needed to ensure that it was the best prank of this century. Using some fake stuff? Totally unacceptable.

"Of course." Nick nodded, holding a book as thick as a brick. "Absolutely. Transparent, colorless, bubbling. Exactly the same as written in the book. Besides, it was from Carole's third aunt's second cousin who has connections in the Knockturn Alley. So if you doubt this potion, you will be doubting Carole."

There seemed to be something wrong with the logic. But Pete was not gonna argue with his best friend.

"But I thought it would be a bit… fancier? Like, I don't know, pink? After all, it's…"

"Love Potion, I know. But love is just like this, Mav." Nick sighed sagely. "When love approaches, there is not necessarily any obvious sign. You won't be noticing anything. But when it strikes, it's arresting, overwhelming. Like the peace before a storm."

Pete couldn't help but howl with laughter. He shook his head, massaging the aching stomach. "Such a poet, huh, Goose? How many Carole's Muggle fics have you read?"

With great amusement, he watched a blush climb its way into Nick's cheeks, and the taller wizard began to stammer out a feeble denial. 

"All right, all right. Like you could have me fooled by that. But it's not bad, considering that we will add it to water. Less likely for them to notice."

Nick was visibly relieved. He put the book down and summoned the cup they prepared.

"Carole told me that the Love Potion is custom-made, and it will not push whoever drinks this to fall in love with us. Rather, it will let them love a random somebody. The effect lasts for one day."

Pete smirked with mischief. "What a pity. I'd rather be loved by some dumbass Prefect, and then dump them. Must be delicious."

Something unreadable flickered across Nick's face. He opened his mouth, then decided against it. Just as Pete was about to ask whether his friend was hiding something from him, Nick took the vial from his hand and opened the cork.

Instinctively, Pete inhaled.

A strange feeling spread from the tip of his nose, like a long winter that was finally clearing up, with warm sunlight gradually seeping into his blood. He felt his heartbeat suddenly quicken as if it were trying to break free from its restraints and reveal all the secrets he had hidden away. Pete felt like he was dreaming. He wanted to wake up but knew he would rather give up everything—except Quidditch, maybe—than let this dream end.

He felt both excited and scared.

The air was filled with... the unique pine fragrance of a brand-new Firebolt, the sweetness of chocolate cookies, and another scent, not overpowering, but it instantly captured all of Pete's attention.

Mint.

It was a faint minty smell similar to a Muggle snack called chewing gum.

He knew this snack because there was someone who loved it. The said person was always chewing it, a habit that could be annoying, but the minty scent around him was actually pleasant. So every time Pete saw him, he couldn't help but lean closer—though most of the time it was to tease and counter-tease. Each time he passed by him on the Quidditch pitch, catching a glimpse of the other's sweaty blonde hair and rosy cheeks from the corner of his eye, Pete couldn't help but close his eyes and take a deep breath, unable to resist imagining whether the man's kiss would also be...

"What did you smell, Mav?"

Pete was snapped back to reality.

"Uh, well…" His voice was a bit hoarse. "Just, Firebolt."

Nick frowned at him with disbelief written all over his face. Pete knew his own face must be flushed, but he stubbornly stared at his friend, refusing to back down.

Fortunately, Nick was just as clueless about the Patronus charm as Pete was. Otherwise, he would discover Pete's extremely awkward crush.

A crush on the biggest rival of Gryffindor in Quidditch.

A crush on the Ravenclaw prefect, the Quidditch captain, and the Straight-A student—someone who should have been Pete's sworn enemy.

The crush on Tom Kazansky. 

Pete cleared his throat, grabbed the potion, and added two drops to the cup in front of him, trying very hard not to let his hands shake too noticeably. "We need to hurry, Goose, only a few minutes left."

That was true, though. Only five minutes later, the Prefect's meeting would start, as the time announced on the bulletin board, and they still had to sneak back to the secret room behind their dormitory.

Nick shrugged and let it pass. But Pete knew he would eventually ask about the love potion again.

He'd deal with it later, Pete thought. 

That was his life motto anyway.

Five minutes later, Pete stood in the empty common room, starting to doubt his entire life.

"Where is everyone?"

Nick shook his head, indicating he didn't know either.

"Then what was the point of all this preparation?"

"Preparation for what, Maverick?"

Great. Just fantastic. It seemed that fate had decided to make things harder for him, as Kazansky chose this moment to walk into the common room.

Pete cursed under his breath and slowly turned around.

Fuck. He shouldn't have done that.

Kazansky had just finished a round of Quidditch practice, it seemed, as he was still in his sweaty suit that clung to him. A few beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, sliding down beside his perfect lips and along his perfect cheek. His face was slightly flushed, probably from the exercise, and his breathing was a bit heavy.

Pete had to clench his fists to prevent himself from doing something stupid (like reaching out to touch Kazansky's hair, as he had been wondering if it was soft).

Kazansky took a step closer, tilting his head. The mint scent surrounding him made Pete a bit dizzy.

"What the heck are you up to this time?" he asked, leaning in further, fixing his gaze on Pete.

Pete would retort back, he really would, but that would have to wait until something meaningful solidified in his brain. For now, he could only stare into those icy blue eyes, desperately praying that his gaze wouldn't drift down to Kazansky's lips (or that he wouldn't be caught if it did).

The suspicious and slightly annoyed prefect mode somehow made Kazansky look even more attractive, which was unreasonable.

"We… got you some water!"

Both of them jumped at Nick's cheerful voice. Pete turned to see Nick holding up a cup of water.

Holding up that cup of water.

No.

He was about to speak when Kazansky interjected, "I don't believe that you guys would be so kind…"

Pete nodded vigorously toward Kazansky, at the same time trying to signal to Nick with his eyes that they were not gonna do this.

"Yes, that's right. Don't trust it, Iceman."

He wasn't ready to face Kazansky, who had taken the love potion and fallen in love with a stranger, even if it was just for a day, even if it was all fake. Whenever he tried to imagine Kazansky tenderly looking at someone who had a blurred face, smiling at that person, slender fingers holding the other's wrist, then slowly, slowly moving closer, gently giving the other a mint-flavored kiss, Pete felt his heart tightened suddenly as if he had just eaten the most bitter Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean.

"...But seeing you agreeing with my point of view makes me doubt again."

DAMN.

"It seems like your plan is to not let me drink this cup of water."

It's not. Not at all.

"Then I'm definitely going to drink it."

Seriously, how did Kazansky get into Ravenclaw with this only brain cell?

In slow motion, Pete watched Kazansky reaching for the cup.

He quickly raised his wand, intending to knock Kazansky unconscious, but the other easily deflected his attack, swiftly dodging to the side.

"Really, Maverick, Stupefy? Just for this glass of water?"

After speaking, Kazansky raised the glass and drank it in one gulp.

Pete stood dumbfounded, unable to speak or move. Kazansky licked his lips with his tongue, and put down the empty cup.

"Sweet, tastes like butterbeer. Wait, now it's kind of... like... like..."

Kazansky furrowed his brow, his gaze searching the room, then settling on Pete. Pete watched as the clarity in those blue eyes gradually faded, replaced by a strange, dazed determination.

"Pete."

Kazansky pronounced his name softly, as if it's a prayer, as if in murmured whispers, as if this name meant more to him than the whole world, as if this name was the only thing he wanted, as if...

As if it belonged to his lover.

No.

No!

Nonononono.

Pete took a step back, then another. He turned towards the wall to escape, but Kazansky strode over, grabbing his wrist with a searing warmth that clutched his pulse.

"Pete, don't go, I have something to say..."

"I don't wanna hear it."

"You... you don't want to hear it?..."

Pete froze, even though the blonde had already let go of him.

Kazansky sounded... soft. Cautious. Quite unsure.

Very sad.

Pete squeezed his eyes shut tightly. He knew he would regret this, but he didn't want to hurt Kazansky, even if it meant his own heart would shatter into a million pieces.

And this might be his only chance to feel what it's like to be loved by Kazansky, said the part of Pete's heart that was accustomed to self-deprecation.

He took a deep breath and turned around.

—And then forgot how to breathe.

While he was steeling himself for the inevitable, Kazansky had moved a few steps closer, trapping Pete between his strong body and the wall. Now there was only a breath's distance between them. Pete could feel the hot breath of the other brushing his cheek, making him shudder involuntarily. He had to lift his head to gaze into the eyes that had occupied countless of his dreams, eyes that were now looking back at him with endless affection.

Kazansky leaned down, his lips close to his ear.

"I remember you said you didn't want to hear it?"

Pete bit his lower lip to keep himself from making any embarrassing sound.

"So, you want to hear it now?"

Their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Pete felt the other's warmth, the scent of mint around them so heady that it clouded his thoughts.

He nodded.

Kazansky looked into his eyes and grinned broadly.

This was the first time Pete had seen him like this. Kazansky radiated pure joy, flashing his white teeth at him. There were small lines at the corners of his eyes, his nose slightly wrinkled, as if nothing would make him happier than Pete willing to hear him speak.

"I love you, Pete Mitchell. I love you so much."

Pete felt his eyes stinging with tears, but he fought to keep them open.

Tom was confessing his feelings to him. He couldn't cry.

Even if it was all fake.

"Really?"

"Really. I have been in love with you for so long. Ever since I saw you fly for the first time. No, ever since I saw you. I noticed you, Pete, you must have forgotten. But I noticed you in your sorting ceremony in the first grade. You were queuing up for your sorting, and I looked up and our eyes met. I was completely stunned at that moment. All I could think was that I had never seen such beautiful green eyes."

Pete hadn't forgotten.

During the sorting ceremony, he felt like others were all rumoring about him, so he was a bit lonely and scared. But he stood tall, chin up, putting on a brave look. Then, a blonde boy sitting at the adjacent table looked up, his clear blue eyes earnestly observing him. Somehow, Pete felt more at ease, walked with his head held high to the front chair, sat down, and then walked to the Gryffindor table, where he saw Nick smiling kindly.

"You were sorted into Gryffindor, I was a bit disappointed—though later, after getting to know you, I found out you were indeed not a Ravenclaw—but you made it into the Quidditch team. You know, every time I saw you on the Quidditch pitch, I couldn't help but stare at you. Pete, I just couldn’t focus. You flew like a maniac, but you're always laughing, tilting your head back to let the wind blow through your robes, always risking yourself to help your teammates out of trouble—although, to be honest, most of the trouble was caused by you. I've been secretly watching you all the time, and it's a miracle I haven't been knocked out by a Bludger yet."

It's unbelievable, Pete thought, that Kazansky hadn't noticed him staring back.

Oh. Then he remembered. It's just the Love Potion speaking. How could Tom really love him?

"Do you remember when Nick got injured last year? When I saw you then, I just wanted to reach out and hold you, tightly and never let go, to let you know that everything would be okay, to tell you I'd always be here, whether you wanted me or not."

He wanted. He wanted so fucking badly that it almost hurt.

"Can I..." Kazansky lowered his gaze to Pete's lips, then back to his eyes, "Can I kiss you, Pete? I've wanted to kiss you for so long, and that’s all I could think about sometimes."

Nodding was too easy. He didn't even need to say anything, just tilting his head slightly, and he would be meeting Kazansky's lips, to know if his kiss truly tasted of mint.

Everything he wanted was right in front of him.

The only problem was, it was all fake.

Tom's love was fake, Tom wanting to kiss him was fake, Tom's gentle gaze was fake, everything Tom said was fake, all because of that stupid Love Potion.

He could kiss Tom, but after today, the Love Potion would wear off, and he would return to a life without Tom, the only difference being that now he knew the feeling of the other's lips on his own. But he could never have them again.

This was your life, his inner voice began to mock him, always sabotaging yourself, always fantasizing about things you could never have, ending up with an empty heart trying to grasp ephemeral love.

"I want to kiss you, I love you, Pete, I..."

"Enough."

Pete blinked, ignoring the tear that fell at last.

"Enough, Tom. I'm sorry, but I can't let this go on any longer."

He raised his wand, hesitated for a moment, then raised his left hand to touch Tom's cheek. Tom turned his face into his palm, his gaze shifting to the wand.

"Although you won't remember..." Pete hated the tremble and choke in his own voice, "but I love you, Tom Kazansky."

Tom opened his mouth to say something, but Pete didn't give him the chance.

"Finite Incantatem," he whispered.

Magic flowed from his fingertips, and Pete felt like a part of his soul had gone with it. He closed his eyes and only wanted to return to his room and sleep for three days after Kazansky left.

"...You love me?"

Pete opened his eyes sharply.

Kazansky hadn't left. He was frozen all over, unmoving as if turned into ice (excuse the pun). He looked at Pete, his face transitioning from disbelief to surprise, then ecstatic joy, then to cautious hope.

"You love me?"

What's wrong? Pete racked his brain, trying to recall the spell he had just cast. It should've worked, thinking of the Love Potion, pointing at the target, casting the spell, it should've broken the charm—though honestly, he spent most of his time in Charms class stealing glances at Kazansky instead of listening to the Professor.

He raised his wand again.

"...Finite Incantatem?"

Kazansky was still there, squinting his eyes at him.

"Alright, it is quite dubious now... Have you been under Imperio, Maverick? That could explain you saying you love me..."

"What? No, I haven't!!"

"He hasn't, I can prove that. It's you."

Pete was startled by Nick's voice. He had completely forgotten his best friend was still in the room. Kazansky took a step back. Pete turned to look, and Nick's face was a mix of awkwardness and amusement.

"I've been under Imperio?"

"No, no. More precisely..." — Pete closed his eyes, preparing for the impending embarrassment and heartbreak — "You've been under Veritaserum."

"What?"

"What??"

"The truth serum, the strongest kind, a precious baby." Nick held up the vial in his hand.

"But weren't we supposed to use Love Potion, Goose? How did it turn into Veritaserum? You clearly told me..."

"Where did you get the Veritaserum? This violates Educational Decree number thirty-five, I should hold you in..."

"...Carole's third aunt's second cousin has connections in Knockturn Alley? Wait, so you're saying this idiot here just..."

"...detention. Wait, Nick, he mentioned Love Potion? You were planning to give me a Love Potion? And this idiot here..."

"...drank Veritaserum? But he clearly said..."

"...did he also drink it? Because he just said..."

"...he loves me."

They said in unison.

Pete felt like all his thoughts had become a tangled mess in his mind. His breathing hadn't calmed down yet, and he could only stare at Nick in front of him, watching him raise his wand and point it at Kazansky, reciting the antidote spell for the truth serum.

Kazansky took in a sharp breath beside him.

"Although I didn't understand most of what was said earlier because you two morons were too loud, I heard the last sentence. Yes, you both said it. Now, I'm leaving this room. Firstly, because that will definitely be the most embarrassing memory of my life, even if I include the time I accidentally rode my broomstick into the Whomping Willow when dating Carole. Secondly, because I have some tasks to report." Nick gestured towards the door, "So… Enjoy yourselves. Don't ever tell me what happens."

"Report?" Kazansky asked, deliberately avoiding looking at Pete.

"Chipper and Sundown posted the meeting notice. Wolf and Wood got the special truth serum, Slider was mainly responsible for letting you know Mav is here."

"You..."

"We couldn't take it anymore, bud. If you two don't bone each other for one more second, we will all go crazy."

"So Carole wasn't involved after all?"

"Carole's suggestion was to snatch your wands and lock you both in the broom closet, but I thought that was too violent."

Nick winked at them and left the room.

In the silence, Pete felt his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He stood stiffly, his gaze fixed on the ground, feeling like his knees were about to give way any second.

He didn't know how to make sense of what had just happened. Should he pretend nothing happened and flee the room, taking advantage of Kazansky's distraction...

"Maverick."

Well.

The blonde hesitated, reached out a hand, and clasped his wrist. His pulse throbbed against Kazansky's palm, like a kind of declaration.

"Pete, I..."

"Do you really love me?"

"You are asking the floor?"

Pete raised his head, meeting Kazansky's gaze. His eyes had always been sharp, but now that light was soft with his long eyelashes slightly lowered. Like Pete was the most precious treasure in the world and he didn't know how to express how much he loved the person in front of him.

Pete knew this feeling so well.

"Yes, I love you, Maverick, Pete Mitchell."

"You think I can't get into Ravenclaw?"

Kazansky—no, Tom—rolled his eyes, furrowing his brow in feigned anger, but the curve of his lips gave him away.

"After all those heartfelt words I said, that's what you remember?"

Pete shrugged and tiptoed closer until their breaths mingled.

"I just want to make sure you remember what you said."

"Do you remember, then?" Tom tilted his head, brushing Pete's cheek with the tip of his nose.

"Remember what?"

"If you play dumb, I will leave now."

"Don't! Don't," Pete laughed, reaching out to wrap his arms around Tom's neck, "I remember. I love you."

"You didn't drink any love potion?"

"Seriously? Tom, you are my love potion."

Seeing Tom's expression like he had just eaten a whole lemon, Pete grimaced too.

"Sorry, cliché. But..." He pulled Tom closer. "...you like it?"

Pete tried to make it sound like a confident tease, but some insecurity seeped in and it ended with a slightly trembling question mark. Tom probably sensed it, because he reached out to embrace Pete's waist, leaning down to press his lips against Pete.

Pete closed his eyes.

"I love it."

Mint. he thought dimly. Soft, sweet, perfect minty taste that was exclusively his.

[citrus-swirls]

@lightningzombie tagged me!!

coffee shop or flower shop

V and I had a planned grim reaper AU that kinda died off and I wrote a prequel to it where Awsten ran a flower shop :( Maybe I'll revive it at some point

au or fix-it

AU for just about everything. Most of my fandoms are RPF based so like Izak said it just feels more natural than "canon" fics. Although other fandoms it is nice to write in universe, although even then I don't think I necessarily would do fix it.

enemies to lovers or childhood friends

I am not good at enemies to lovers, I HAVE TRIED BEFORE it doesn't ever work out for me. But I do love enemies to lovers (when it's done RIGHT)

angst or fluff

This is genuinely a hard answer for me because I feel like all of my writing is about consolation. It's about coming together in grief or despair and finding that hope anyway. Is that fluff? Is that angst? Secret third thing? you tell me.

modern au or historical au

I love reading historical aus but they are difficult for me to write. I am uhhh writing a fic....not for this account....set in 2014 right now which is not really "historical" and I was literally in college and still I cannot really recall how it was and do a lot of research to see if what I am saying is accurate. I don't want to think about trying other eras lol

soulmates or unrequited

Maybe not necessarily literal soulmates but I do like to think that fate always plays a hand in the stories I write.

break up & make up or proposal & weddings

I agree with Izak, writing weddings are kinda boring - but I loveee writing proposals tbh. But between the two I'd rather a break/make up

get together or established relationship

I really enjoy writing will they/won't they dynamics, or they-definitely-will-it's-just-taking-a-while dynamics lol. I enjoy writing the yearning - once they're in a relationship that becomes harder for me.

oblivious pining or domestic fluff

As said before I love the YEARNING. STARE INTO HIS EYES AND SIGH WISTFULLY.

H/C or crack

Hurt/comfort is so good to me. I used to write more crack fics but I just don't have the energy anymore.

meet the parents or meet cute

There is a great meet the parents scene upcoming on....another account....in a few months. They are some of the most fun I've had writing in a long time. But in general I prefer writing meet cutes.

[adelaides-hall]

I don't think I have it in me to write this specific pre-canon piece just because the subject matter is too heavy and not really something I want to write prose about (evil heterosexuals having a toxic secret space romance), but I was thinking about River's biological parents / point of origin the other day, so here are my thoughts.

This will never come up in canon because he neither discovers their identities nor meets them. He doesn't want to; they're the reason he exists, but they aren't his parents, as far as he's concerned.

His bio dad and mom were enemies trying to destroy each other's respective organizations on opposing sides of the veil. They had a very sexy evil heterosexual Enemies to Lovers (even though she was married to someone else and had a kid already), and she ended up pregnant before they reached the point of Never Seeing Each Other Again.

Bio mom and bio dad (henceforth BM and BD because I didn't decide on their names) were both not great people with their own weird problems. Anyway, despite this fucking up her marriage, BM decided to have their mutual child anyway, partly out of some vaguely misplaced sense of curiosity of what said child would be like. She was really interested by the fact that their mutual kid would end up with both Aspect types from both sides because wow, how fucked up and powerful would that make them? What kinds of things could they do with that? Sounds cool. Let's do it.

But her bio son ended up looking a lot like BD at birth and BM was like, "you know, what I can't do this, lmao". She fell into the trap of "children are just a mix of their parents" rather than thinking of him as a fully unique third individual. Would he grow up to be a manipulator like her? Would he grow up to be a beautiful, heartless womanizer like BD? What kind of monstrous, heartbreaking magic powerhouse could this boy become? What's the likely combo of their worst traits? Well, BM decided she didn't actually want to find out. Not her problem anymore. She made this fascinating baby space wizard and that's as far as she decided she'd go.

River's birth name was 患 [huan - to suffer (illness)/misfortune/trouble/danger/worry) because what is this kid if not some kind of ill omen, right????

From my Discord buddy Kenjie, who helped me pick:

"The character for Huan is also part of the phrase [隐患 - concealed danger/hidden damage/misfortune not visible from surface]. This huan is also the pinyin huàn, which is, by ear, a homophone to huàn [焕 - shining]."

So it sounds positive but is negative. River's mom (also Chinese) was like, "Oh! 焕 !", took one look at how it was actually written, and went "...no I am giving my boy a different name".

But also they lived in the in-setting equivalent of the US and she was like "ok English name for my boy so he can seem cool and hip with his fellow kids (:" She picked it because a river always leads to the ocean, so it's always going in the direction it needs to, moving toward where it should be.

For a while after Ch16, River wondered if maybe his birth name was in fact correct all along.

[writingnocturne]

Get to know your fanfic writer!

1. How many works on AO3?

60, more to come.

2. Total AO3 word count?

197,932 published, a lot more have yet to see the light of day.

3. Top 5 fics by kudos:

Our Little Secret

116 Kudos

Twilight Princess Zelink, rated T (for depictions of alcohol), one-shot, Telma POV

I Might Be In Love

82 Kudos

Breath of the Wild Zelink, rated G, one-shot

What Are We?

78 Kudos

Twilight Princess Zelink, rated G, one-shot

Remnant

62 Kudos

Tears of the Kingdom Zelink, rated G

A Glimpse into the Past and Future

61 Kudos (Tied)

General, Tears of the Kingdom, rated G, one-shot

Oats

61 Kudos (Tied)

Breath of the Wild Zelink, rated G, one-shot

Strangely enough, most of these are all the ones I wrote in one day? These stories were very small ideas rather than intricately thought-out or contemplated over. Maybe I just need to stop overthinking. ^^'

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Legend of Zelda, but I also have some Spy x Family and Sonic fics outlined.

5. Do you respond to comments?

YES!! I try to respond to every one! I love yapping!!!! (it's enrichment)

6. Fic with the angsty ending?

Most of my angsty fics are more like "pilots" for long fics I want to write eventually, but here's a few >:)

Promise

For You, Princess

Immortal Spirit

7. Fic with the happiest ending?

If we're talking a fairytale happy ending, so far it's The Princess's Heart, of course! But, I think a ton of my fluffy one-shots have sweet endings. It's just what's easier to write (despite most of my ideas being angsty, which I just think needs buildup and therefore more words). I'll say in advance, though, the ending of The Mage's Lantern has been planned for a long time and is definitely more satisfying.

8. Do you get hate?

not to my face. usually?

9. Do you write smut?

Nope. Don't plan on it. I know people like smut but I physically can't force myself to do it, I'm just not into that stuff.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have an extensive crossover between the TLOZ games planned, but that isn't really a crossover crossover. I'm not a fan of actual crossovers unless it's for a crackfic.

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

unfortunately :(

12. Ever had a fic translated?

YES!!! Someone really sweet recently translated Blossoming (Minish Cap Zelink) into Chinese! I'm so honored. :)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No, but I've always wanted to!! Things always end up falling through, though - -"

14. All time favorite ship?

ZELINK ALL FORMS OF ZELINK HILDAVIO HYLINK TELINK MARINK SHINK YOU NAME IT

i need to post more of my EoW Zelink work specifically though

15. WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Will of the Spirit. = =" It's by far one of my favorite ones, but I'm covering some heavier themes in that one and I just want to make sure I handle it in a realistic, respectful way. Stuff like familial abuse and mental illness are handled in all sorts of media, but I guess the vibes of the story are just darker than my usual works overall? So it feels different?? I just want to be sure the story meets the expectations I would hold published media to.

There's also an enemies to friends to lovers plotlines and those never work for me unless they feel natural. So, I've restarted multiple times just to get my own seal of approval. ^^"

16. Writing strengths?

I have a lot of ideas, I suppose? But it feels more like a curse. ^^" I have a lot of real life stuff going on so it makes getting to all of them hard.

17. Writing weaknesses?

I don't have a style a lot of people like to read. I can't say I know for sure what it is, but I get a lot of comments on writing third-person omniscient and I feel like my general "vibes" aren't what people are looking for on Ao3. I've been told I have a very fairytale-like style, which is great when I'm trying to write a fairytale, but not so much everywhere else. Even my romantic stories come off as very soft/platonic, though a lot of people are just fans of things that are more explicit/directly romantic, but that's just what the experience of love is to me. ^^" Forget the kissing, where's their trauma-bonding!!! The tender hand holding!!! The "being sure the other is taking care of themselves!"

but the biggest offender of all is never having any time... ;_;

18. Thoughts of mixed language dialogue?

I love it, and I plan on utilizing it in Will of the Spirit! I developed a Gerudo language with the help of @floraunderground, and I plan on having quite a few characters use it. ^^

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If we're going to count only my time on Ao3, it was A Link Between Worlds. If we're talking all time... it could be a few. I wrote a lot of Sonic, Super Mario, and Undertale stuff as a kid.

20. Favorite Fic you’ve ever written?

This is a hard one, a lot of my favorite ideas are ones I haven't shared yet... but I think it's @origins-of-calamity or @age-of-imprisoning?? I wish I had more time to share more of them, but I PROMISE I've been working on them!

Out of the ones actually posted, I've got to say Dreaming of You for the Across Time Zine. It's like the speedrun version of my long fic Forget Me Not. ^^"

Thanks for the tag, @amelias-calamity-quintet! :) Sorry it took me so long to get to this! I'm not sure who has or hasn't been tagged by now, so I'm just gonna tag a few!

@linktheacehero, @karama9, @aheavenscorner, @louwhose, @abbyz-elda, @leiladebees

[alyjojo]

Thinking of You - June 🤞 2024 - Leo

Whole of their energy towards Leo: 7 Swords

The sneaky liar, probably a cheater, someone that’s had you involved in a third party. Or that’s you and they’re just aware of it. Could be either side. Someone is beyond pissed at the lack of growth in this connection, which could’ve been like…marriage, baby mama, an actual commitment between you. Or baby mama is who you’re/they’re cheating with, that’s possible too. Doesn’t have to be, could just be suspected, and messages are here. I don’t see actions but I do see someone beyond livid at secret anything for any reason in this connection and whoever has done it is deemed immature af and “can’t grow up” - both Empress & Judgment rev are not going anywhere but in circles. Now because Felon and Trap are here - these two feminine cards rev can be showing me it’s not a person at all, but some kind of illegal activity are these “sneaky messages” and they’re fking up a family dynamic because they can’t grow up. What and how, I don’t know, that’s not for everyone. Some are messages and nothing else. Third wheel can also be a friend, a coworker, the neighbor that’s always trying to talk to you and bake you pies 🥧 Anyone that’s an issue.

Feelings: Judgment rev

They feel like either they didn’t learn “the first time”, they should’ve known better and just ended it - or they’re blaming you for never learning your lesson and making a change for the better. The Lovers rev would show a separation or disconnect, they may have ended it or you did. 10 Cups and 10 Pentacles are here - this is what you had and someone “threw it away”. I’m seeing the wounded person, and it’s not all that wounded either it’s angry, and more like okay then, your loss. Angry at themselves the most. Or mad at themselves for having done whatever they did, could be that too.

Intentions: 10 Pentacles

They intend to go from 10 to 9, the single card, financially stable and secure on their own - no more family dynamic. Or whatever you had. There is new love here with Queen of Pentacles, feels like their energy. Definitely not the type to feel wounded and cry their eyes out (though they may, privately), but rather the type to dust their hands off and get their shit together, cutting this off for good. Have a nice life. Onto the next thing that’s meant for them, they’re already considering new love - or know you are/maybe already have one.

Actions: 6 Pentacles

This looks like an attempt to be nice to you, especially if you have kids in common or have to interact still. They have a lot of deep feelings they’re holding back, or they just know you love them deeply and they hurt you - they’re trying to keep it casual & kind, because they know either they or you have a vicious mouth that will lash out appropriately for whatever actions have occurred…but they’d rather not go there. “If you can’t say something nice…” Trying to be the bigger person, act in a mature way, and maybe not speaking at all, or very little. That anger is barely kept under the surface though 👀

Messages:

Their side:

- Sneaky Messages

- You confuse me.

Your side:

- Felon

- I need space for personal growth.

Oracles:

Trap 🪤

Victim - Allure - Trick

Third Wheel 🕸️

Enemy - Distrust - Flirtatiousness

Possible signs:

Virgo, Libra, Taurus & Scorpio

If you’re dealing with:

10 Swords rev, King of Cups rev underneath. Either you have intense feelings of hurt and betrayal, or someone else does and you’re left with the clean-up after the disaster of an ending, break-up, argument, separation etc. Being rev shows improvement. But this is and will still be very heavy in your energy for a while - and you know people love to put in their two cents, or you could be seeking it even.

Aries - either talks to you once and falls off the map, could be dealing with illness, possibly who you’re ending a connection with, the communication is going dead silent

Taurus - a new love that’s moving along beautifully, neither side is holding back or bringing outside issues into this, it’s all love ❤️

Gemini - guarded and speaking their mind about feeling a lack of reciprocation from you, they’re very happy but are you? Or switch it.

Cancer - avoiding you and playing it safe because they have a million emotions and find you very attractive…so they keep their distance? Maybe that makes sense to you idk

Leo - heartbroken you’ve made no effort to come towards them, they hoped you would

Virgo - wants no repeats of disasters, thanks, blames you for the last one 💁🏽

Libra - stringing you along? Or that’s switched. The emotions aren’t genuine, or reciprocated, but they’re not being open about it or letting go either

Scorpio - releasing you, they feel they don’t have a choice

Sagittarius - apologizing and doing the right thing, or trying to anyway

Capricorn - could be trying to charm your pants off or lovebomb, slick with words, kinda full of it but they just want to impress you

Aquarius - working hard on a plan, you could work together or they’re just helping you with some practical thing they’re good at

Pisces - beyond overwhelmed and not feeling in tune with themselves, you make them feel like they’re going bananas 🍌 - or switch it

[bropunzeling]

Would you rather (write)...

mpreg or eggpreg?

bdsm au or bdsm cause your characters kink on it?

vampires or werewolves (or a secret third thing)?

childhood acquaintances/friends to lovers or enemies/rivals to lovers?

epilogue that wraps the whole thing up or sequel(s)?

uhhhh neither honestly 😂 both are more body horror than my preference!

bdsm because the characters are into it/kink on it (the world building of bdsm aus is one of those things i find very confusing/extremely tricky to do in a way that feels compelling? but that's a topic for another day)

vampires and werewolves are both very sexy but i can't lie i love a weird mating instinct so werewolves edges it (lol)

how dare you. these are both my children and i won't be forced to choose.

depends on the amount of potential material that continues to intrigue me! the more there is the more likely i am to write a lil sequel timestamp. i will say im not much of an epilogue girlie tho, half the time they're unnecessary imo

[lewismcqueen]

this or that: fic tropes!

tagged by @piastriprincess like a million years ago but I forgor </3 whoever wants to participate can feel free to!

coffee shop or flower girl (I watched a florist's vlog once and the banter she has with customers was so cute! also flower language <3) | au or fix-it (I'd rather make 'em worse but in an alternate timeline) | enemies to lovers or childhood friends (you can do both in the same fic if you really got it like that) | angst or fluff (angst provides more opportunities for story conflict) | love at first sight or pining (neither low-key. secret third thing) | modern au or historical au | break up & make up or proposal & wedding | get together or established relationship (I mainly write get togethers but I feel like sometimes est relationship gives you more opportunities to develop the characters once you get the will they-won't they out of the way)| soulmates or unrequited | fake dating or secret dating (fake dating is funnier) | obvious pining or domestic fluff | hurt/comfort or crack | meet the parents or meet cute