#* ✧. —「 ft. HONEY 」

[frownyalfred]

Chapters: 31/32 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor & Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd, Lex Luthor, Leslie Thompkins Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Pack Dynamics, Pack Bonding, Pack Feels, Lex Luthor Being an Asshole, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Mpreg, Omega Bruce Wayne, Alpha Clark Kent, Omega Jason Todd, Omega Lex Luthor, Beta Alfred Pennyworth, Referenced past suppressant abuse, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Presentation heat, Lazarus Pit (DCU), Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Alpha Jason Todd, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Pheromone abuse, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Kryptonian Biology (DCU), no beta we die like jason todd, and come back to terrorize bruce (our readers) Series: Part 2 of a room full of coral Summary:

Sequel to a coral room.

Bruce builds a pack, piece by piece.

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

Look at this picture of Honey they posted at our favorite cafe 💛

[melanielocke]

Most anticipated 2024 books!

I am anticipating a lot of books. To keep track of them, I made a 2024 tbr shelf. It has 123 books. I certainly won't be reading all 123, but since I can sort the list by release date it helps me keep track of new releases. Unfortunately, 123 is so many that half of them I don't even remember adding them or what they're about, so I decided to boil it down to 10 most anticipated new books and 10 sequels.

New

Faebound - Saara El-Arifi - Jan 18

Voyage of the Damned - Frances White - Jan 18

Fathomfolk - Eliza Chan - Feb 27

A Botanical Daughter - Noah Medlock - Mar 19

Otherwordly - FT Lukens - Apr 2

The Sins on their Bones - Laura R. Samotin - May 7

Not for the Faint of Heart - Lex Croucher - May 7

The Honey Witch - Sydney J. Shields - May 14

Running Close to the Wind - Alexandra Rowland - Jun 11

Swordcrossed - Freya Marske - Oct 10

Sequels

The Cursed Rose - Leslie Vedder (book 3 of the Bone Spindle, final book) - Feb 6

The Eternal Ones - Namina Forna (book 3 of Deathless trilogy) - Feb 13

Merciless Saviors - H.E. Edgmon (sequel to Godly Heathens, final book) - Apr 16

Heavenly Tyrant - Xiran Jay Zhao (sequel to Iron Widow, final book) - Apr 30

Mirrored Heavens - Rebecca Roanhorse (book 3 of Between Earth and Sky trilogy) - Jun 4

Hearts that Cut - Kika Hatzopoulou (sequel to Threads that Bind) - Jun 4

The Unrelenting Earth - Kritika H. Rao (Book 2 in the Rages trilogy) - Jun 18

The Lotus Empire - Tasha Suri (book 3 in the Burning Kingdoms trilogy) - Jul 18

Celestial Monsters - Aiden Thomas (sequel to the Sunbearer Trials, final book) - Sept 3

Alecto the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir (book 4 in the Locked Tomb series) - release dat unknown, likely late 2024

[papaflynn]

PARADISE POINT RESORT & SPA

➟ @coltonatwater

The summer was finally starting, and Callum had decided to treat Avie to a day at the pool with some of her friends. The kids were off playing in the water, and he was relaxing on a sunbed, reading the next book for book club. He still wasn't over the embarrassment of the last class when Mrs Robinson and Leyla had coerced him into reading smut out loud in front of the group, but thankfully, the book this time around was a little more tame. Callum sat up and placed the book down, looking around to ensure Avie was okay. A wave and a smile let him know all was okay, so he relaxed again. "Shit -- Colt? Get over here, lad..." Callum called out to his friend, who happened to walk past. "You enjoying the sunshine too?"

[fyrewalks]

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜ // @strangewonderful

"Uh," Kate doesn't blush. Her embarrassment isn't visibly obvious, but she's self conscious enough that it feels as if her whole face, including her ears, has turned bright red.

"Thanks, ma'am," she adds after a short inhale. Kate's mindful of her accent, relying on her southern drawl to sound sweeter. It's the sort of thing she knows puts people at ease, even if she doesn't find much comfort in her own voice. She'd spent most of New York trying to bury it; now it sounds awkward and fake.

"You might do better with Tyler." Kate's the better chaser, but Tyler is better with people.

[kurokawaia]

guys i actually love him sm he's so cute (^///^) he said 'goodnight, dear' later that night and i folded hopelessly, i love my husband guys

[gith-zeri]

Dimples are dead giveaways if you wanna figure out if you're talking to Bratovitch Revenant or a Ghoul in my chronicle.

[demonwebs-a]

Can I bite? 🥺

❝ you're funny now , are you ? ❞

[mousegirlracecardriver]

[nomadjones]

[papaflynn]

thread: lads night characters: callum & harvey where: golden hour beach bar tagging: @harvymoran

The two men had met through a mutual friendship with Noa, and Callum couldn't deny it. It felt nice to have someone who grew up with a similar culture. Sure, Harvey was English, but no one could be perfect. A joke, of course, one that they shared often and Harvey was on board with. It was the age-old Irish/English banter. "Right, I agreed to this night out because you agreed to tell me all your secrets, so..." Callum sipped his beer and gave the other man a wink. "Where do we start?"

[phosphophillight]

some doodles of my personal hs session :3

[catastrothy]

whats mimi & cyans height? is the difference noticeable?

mimi is somewhere around 5'8 and cyan is 5'3

[gone-deibreak]

@dynmghts asked:

katsuki had spent some time deliberating on what to get shoto this year; he didn't want it to be impractical, and he didn't want to be shown up by the others in what they get themselves. competitive, unyielding - katsuki wants it to be known that he did it better than everyone else.

so, katsuki begins his early morning start with hand-making shoto's favourite food from start to finish. cold soba is, theoretically, very easy, and it would've been easy enough to use store-bought soba noodles, but that was diminishing the value of this meal. he spends the extra time making them by hand - and they looked pretty damn good, too - before finishing the meal preparation and setting it up in a bowl.

besides the meal, katsuki had a few tangible gifts prepared for shoto, all neatly boxed and wrapped with a meticulous approach - because why the hell would he stop at just one? [ because of course, he's resolved to outdo everyone this year. ]

"right." katsuki guides poor shoto to the nearest surface, pushing him down by the shoulder so he might sit down. "sit down, shut up, take this." and with a little more grace, the blond hands over the cold soba he'd made, brushing off his hands. "eat. gimme a second, and don't move."

it takes him less than a few minutes to leave and return with the multiple gifts he's prepared for shoto, placing them down next to the other with a huff. "there." a pause. he supposes he's missing the most important thing - he hands over an envelope with a card inside, absent of fanfare, but with clear and precise handwriting. [ it's obvious that katsuki has put plenty of care into everything he's done leading up to this moment / the card wishes shoto well, says a courteous happy birthday, and despite its haste, there is a clear signing of katsuki's name at the bottom. ] "if anyone says they did better, i bet they're fucking lying."

and the gifts themselves? in one, katsuki opted for a pair of chopsticks, which katsuki got custom-made to mimic shoto's hero costume. there are a few other bits and pieces - a gift card for a place with good soba, some tools to help with different areas of training, even bits of hero merchandise ... [ because he knows that shoto is a quiet fan of all might, and the merch is subtle enough. ] ... but the most expensive of the lot was pretty evident.

and thus his final, and best gift, is a weighted blanket; deep blue in colour and very heavy, its tag indicates it as one of the more expensive and well-trusted brands, and its overall feel is meant to be warm and welcoming. he spent the longest trying to decide if shoto would even like it. [ but, in the end, he said fuck it and did it anyway. ]

"happy birthday... or whatever." / i'm sorry this is so long but happy bday shoto!

If Shoto hadn't checked his phone early in the morning, head still in a haze, wondering what the unusual number of messages was for, he wouldn't have remembered what day it was. Among everyone who wanted to wish him for his birthday, his friends and family, his father's contact made it on top of the list, desperate same as all his efforts to make up for the parent he had been. Bitter was the feeling the boy woke up with, and it was once again the same man's fault. Shoto had no plans to pay this day any attention — he had long given up on the idea of celebrating, and even if he recently had chosen to change (rebuild himself from scratch), remnants of the past, of memories he didn't want to recall connected to this day, made his expression more sour than usual, resembling the one he used to wear at the beginning of the school year.

That was, until he met with crimson gaze, welcoming in its own way, and with a promise he couldn't yet explain.

Silently he took seat as forced, eyes falling on the meal meant for him, already struggling to understand why the blond had gotten in this much trouble for him, for a day that held no actual special meaning (especially not for Katsuki, and neither for Shoto, having learnt to ignore it after years of disappointments). He didn't wait for long before he joined his hands in front of his chest, thanked him, and started eating. Perfectly made to his liking, resembling the cooking of his mother, the taste of it brought back forgotten memories of comfort. There was no way he could enjoy cold soba made by someone else's hand ever again. Could this have been his goal from the start?

His favorite meal so deliciously made was more than he could ever ask for, yet when the other came back carrying presents (like a second santa, only that he was harder to believe, even if the real deal), with his mouth full he stared with confusion at the gifts offered. All those couldn't be for him, right ? He was supposed to choose one of them, right ? Instead of answering his questions, the card given added to them. Shoto wasn't meant for such extreme kindness.

Couldn't Katsuki see it, him who saw through everything?

Many of their classmates appreciated him more than he deserved ( he wasn't being insecure, perfectly aware he hadn't earned their appreciation, hadn't yet tried hard enough to be worthy of all their friendship ), Katsuki being the last he expected to hear him wish for his birthday.

The gifts presented to him made his head momentarily blackout — overload, too much information for him to process. If he tried to count the gifts Shoto had received from the very beginning of his life to this day (christmas included), he wouldn't count as many as the ones the blond had prepared.

How heroic of Katsuki, as if trying to make up for the letdowns of many years — as if trying to erase all the memories that kept Shoto awake at nights with this blanket.

When he got his hands on it, Shoto stared at it for a long while, before burying his face on it. Awkward was the sight of him, to anyone who didn't know him well. The feel of the blanket, he wanted to test, sleep being his biggest comfort ( had Katsuki noticed? ), even if often a challenge. His comfort, when all his days were focused on training alone, and sleep was his only time for rest — his only escape. It was soft, warm, and heavy ( just like the feel the blond gave him whenever they spent time together ). A perfectly chosen gift, matching them both.

His presence alone was a gift. Somehow, Shoto's luck seemed to have changed. From spending the biggest part of his life lost in the darkness, suddenly surrounded by such warm light he'd be, heart-warming, an inexhaustible source standing before him, allowing him to stay close. How lucky . . .

Katsuki had won his bet, long before Shoto's birthday came. For being the only one who'd make him smile with ease, when for long he had forgotten how. For easing him through all his anxieties, with his raw honesty diminishing them to their actual value. For showing him how to care deeply, when he'd once look down upon everyone.

Still learning to give voice to his heart, overwhelmed by excitement he'd find no words to describe his feelings. It was happening more often these days, the more his heart opened up to emotions unknown, the harder he worked to understand himself, but mostly to understand those he cared for. ❝ I have no words. ❞ Maybe the truth was the answer. Katsuki would forgive him, wouldn't he? He was the same after all, relying on actions rather than words. Shoto's face had changed color to a deep shade of red, unfamiliar as he was to be treated with such care.

❝ Thank you. ❞ For caring. For being his dear friend. ❝ This is the best. ❞ The best of presents. The best of birthdays. ❝ You're a wonderful friend. ❞

[tuensartpages]

doodles to add onto #1 💎⚡

[warscorned]

# INT. vesna night, sat in the midst of the festivities. 21:00. WITH @an4tomies

he hadn't bought it ⸺ it had been doled to him, like a haphazard token you might offer upon the altar of a saint. the killer had been given a honey cake. he'd spent the better portion of three minutes turning the golden mass of it over between his fingers ( childhood relic pinched between a poorly embossed napkin ) because even in despair there could be finery. goodness, even. sunshine over a grave site. foster hadn't considered sharing until he'd caught jacqueline onlooking the act of his observation. truthfully, he'd come to unlearn to trust things given freely. tokens were not without a price. for her intrusion upon him ⸺ sat knee to knee with each other though there was more than enough room for personal space ⸺ foster halves the cake and makes an offer to her. all of which is to say that the act had not been a charity but a litmus. because again, free things were nothing of the sort. the cake could have been poisoned ( for all the sins waged in the case of the non-humanitarians ) and if it were, at the very least foster would not be asphyxiating all on his lonesome. he was certainly alone in the world, but so was jacqueline. and what a grievous comfort that was. when he'd no longer been taken to dissecting the sweet with his eyes, foster watched a densely dressed woman across the square string lights between two stalls, her hands quick and practiced. still waiting for jacqueline to take her bite first, foster licks the sugar from his thumb. " they think it's going to be alright. "