#aspen talks writing

[crownrots]

— WIP WHENEVER

tagged by @lilywatt, @loriane-elmuerto & @simonxriley (a million years ago) to share a wip or wips ... it ain't much or good, but it's honest work, thank you 🤎✨

tagging : @queennymeria, @shellibisshe, @risingsh0t, @thedeadthree, @lucky-107, @countessrooster, @lucky-107, @erinkeenan, @jacobseed, @shadowglens, @roberthouse69, @cryptcombat + anybody else that might want to share something they've been working on!

The words were faded by time.

Weather worn and written over with pencil and pen, scribbles and water stains making the faded ‘HER’ in the middle of the word even harder to read. Aspen looks over them again, the orange and green and purple lettering against the faded blue landscape pulling her eyes to the embossed and peeling trophy in the center of it all like a pillar: strong and steady, holding the very thing together. 

NUMBER ONE DAD. 

“Father’s Day.” Clover says from somewhere beside her, rifling through a bag of - quite frankly, junk - some traders had come through with earlier that week. “It’s like a day for dads and stuff.” 

Aspen quirks a thick brow, suppressing a laugh as she watches Clover try on another pair of broken sunglasses; this one was only missing one of its lenses. 

“I know what Father’s Day is.”

✨(clover belongs to @queennymeria)

Tommy is quiet for a moment, weighing the words that sat on the tip of his tongue carefully, perhaps more carefully than he’d ever handled something in his life up until this point. He could sense whatever walls that had come down for those brief moments during their conversation were rebuilding, her urge to flee rising; he could see it in the way she stood, rigid and tense, nails digging into palms, balling up at her sides. 

With the gentleness of someone trying to soothe a caged animal he finally speaks, motioning briefly to the space around them; the safety, the security. 

“Give this place a chance. For her,” He nods towards the temporary lodging Aspen had disappeared back into minutes before. “For you.” 

“Look, people have more than one toothbrush, you’re lucky we - you and I - aren’t sharing one. The mug - it’s a ‘T’, so what? The boots are mine, and as for him being here…is he not our friend?”

From the look Aspen gave her, Kyle sensed the most shocking part of her half assed defense was the fact she had referred to another human being in a way that didn’t hold any ire. 

“I have never heard you use that word before.” 

[rheakira]

So, anymore info on Robin?

Because I love that version of the kindness soul so much

I'm so extremely glad to talk more about my kid.

Have some arts of my baby. (I'm always happy to draw her. 💕)

Robin actually had their own adventure through the Underground! It was short lived unfortunately (like all souls), but they had managed to survive quite a while from making friends Underground.

She was very lucky to be picked up by a monster she met in Snowdin, a big tough monster man named Aspen who was rough around the edges and pretty introverted, but couldn't bare to see a human kid all alone in a kingdom where humans come to die.

They bonded because Robin had a natural empathetic heart and couldn't possibly fight their way through the Underground alone. It reminded him of someone he once lost, and as a result, he felt the need to redeem himself by seeing to it that they survived as long as possible. Aspen became an older brother figure for Robin! ✨

Aside from Aspen though, Robin had come across plenty of monsters who appreciated meeting such a kind and gentle human after centuries of being told they're heartless and dangerous. Her time there was brief, but she had some lasting impacts on some of the folks that lived there.

Honestly, the next time you go to Grillby's and you see a specialty burger called the "Robin Special", you can guess where the name came from now and who assisted on the recipe. 💚

[ink-perfect]

hey guys - this is just a general post talking abt and updating you guys on a few things!!

i want to start by thanking everyone who's interacted with my content, from likes and comments to amazing requests and dms - you guys make my day 🥹 i've said it a million times and i'll say it again, the fact that people actually read my silly little works is so surreal to me and i am so grateful to all of you for it 🤍 mwahhh

ever since i announced that my requests are open, i've received a good few (thankyouthankyouthankyou i love requests!), and have been working through them chronologically. i hope you guys have been enjoying them so far, and if you're someone who's sent me a request pls bear with me, i promise its coming…soon…ish🙏 i'm having a lot of fun working on all of you guys' headcanons, ocs etc. and getting deeper into the fandom and character study with them!

another cool part has been interacting and making friends with people through asks and dms, and i just wanna let you guys know that my dms are open, regardless of what you wanna say, one piece related or not deadass. and i dont mind a flooded inbox cuz yes girl, rant abt ur super niche zoro headcanon im here to listen 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

alsooooo just a random announcement but i'm starting an one piece writing + smau series sometime soon as well, it's going to be an acting/filmmaking au and it has entered early stages of its production (hope that makes it sound all official and smart cuz all i've really done is dumped all my thoughts into my notes app and began to write off it without a plan whatsoever)

anyways, thank u for reading and i luv all of u!!! kiss kiss

[galgaeium]

El Toro Y Maíz

Well, here's a long text post from me, and here's some world building for a major company in the Aspen and Death universe.

Basically, it's the story of a genetic engineering and bio-engineering company for the story I'm making, created by a woman called Elisa Del Toro. It's around 500 words long.

El Toro Y Maíz is a large company coming from the Yucatan peninsula by Mexican-Guatemalan engineer, Elisa Del Toro. It started as a bio-engineering firm used to enhance the human body by installing electronics, hydraulics, and pneumatic systems into the human body.

The company then moved onto genetic engineering, renaming themselves from El Toro Engineering to the more poetic El Toro Y Maíz. Putting maíz, the Spanish word for corn, was put for both being a Mexican plant, and for being one of the most genetically modified organisms in the world.

They were known for creating plants able to resist climates that plants were never grown in (Example: a mango tree in non-tropical climates). This proved true and El Toro Y Maíz moved on to animal subjects, creating the signature Minotoro. Minotoro was a huge bull that was spliced with several genes and had multiple implants placed into it.

Minotoro was the new symbol of El Toro Y Maíz, with it showing the capabilities of El Toro Y Maíz by creating a giant bull that would've been impossible otherwise. This bull is considered to have a good temper, with it never having attacked anyone. There has been multiple Minotoros, most surpassing the natural lifespan of a bull. Those who didn't either had severe heath defects or had terrible temperaments, and couldn't be representing the company.

After Del Toro's death, the company has been moved to Hilda Del Toro, the daughter named after one of Del Toro's best friends. Hilda, like her mother, has taken a heavy interest in body-modifications, mechanical implants, and has stated multiple times to be content with her pre-natal modifications.

a list of those are:

Cancer resistance

Horns

Tail

Cattle-like ears

Hilda has moved onto modifying humans, fulfilling her mothers final goal for the company before her death. There has been a few rules put into place for these modifications.

Don't do anything just because you can. Everything must be done with reason.

Don't bow to the rich, think about the future.

All genetically modified humans must be able to live well in human society. (Must have hands, must be able to move at a human pace, must have a human-level intellect)

Must live to at least 80-years.

Mustn't be made solely for a worker-class or a specific purpose (By specific purpose, it is meant as a specific job).

These are a few of the rules put into place by Hilda, with an ethics committee mostly carrying out the rest and more in-depth rules.

If given enough thought, Elisa technically violated the first and fifth rule. Hilda was genetically modified as an example of what the company could do. Hilda was also meant to be a bull-hybrid for the same reason the Minotoros were made, for the company as a symbol.

In Relation to the Story of Mr. Aspen Finch

Aspen Finch is an early genetically modified human, meant to survive in the polar regions of the world. He has nearly no ears, fur and a layer of blubber over his body, and a quad body, a snout, a versatile metabolism, and "bald patches" being heavily pigmented.

As a cosmetic change, which isn't as bound to many rules as most genetically modifications, is having a color changing "coat" of hair. Every summer, he sheds into a darker coat, something akin to a light brown, and during the winter he has white hair. Due to the heavy addition of pigment, Aspen has psuedomelanism.

[whumpy-wyrms]

Has Aspen watched Wolfwalkers before? I think he would absolutely love that movie :)

YESSSS YES YES ASPEN FUCKING LOVESSSSSS THAT MOVIEEE

AND SO DO I!!!!!!! like i’ve never seen that movie before but i’ve wanted to watch it for a long time and this ask FINALLY made me watch it and oh my god HOLY SHIT IT’S ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES NOW. i literally JUST finished it and i don’t even know what to say besides this

i need everyone to watch this clip in particular because holy shit i cried during it /pos. like i can’t even describe how much i love this movie and how much it means to me just wow WOW it’s absolutely fucking amazing and i definitely recommend it to everyone. the animation is stunning i love the main characters and everything is just so EXPRESSIVE and the COLORS ANR AHHHH THE WOLVESSSS

Aspen loves it. it’s one of his favorite movies now too (maybe his favorite idk i’ll have to think of what other movies he likes) but guys i don’t even know what to sayyyy that movie is sooo good

thank you so much for sending this ask because wow i don’t know what it is with me and wolves now but wolves are COOL and i LOVE this movie i’m so happy i finally watched it!!! :D

[fallowdead]

holy shit i actually drew smth 4 once hit oc aspen i love him sm!! i might write lil oneshots of all my other ocs interacting with eachother l8tr cuz im in oc brainrot

[buckets-and-trees]

Sweet and Slashy Summer Saturdays

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x curvy!female reader Word Count: 3.6k Summary: A first date with your neighbor Bucky Barnes.

Content Warnings: modern AU, smut, vaginal fingering, hand job, vaginal penetration, sex in a semi-public place

Logistical Notes: Another entry for @witchywithwhiskey's Slasher Summer Writing Challenge (drive in setting, dialogue prompt in bold/italics), a verrrrrry late entry for @bigtreefest Essie's Summer Lovin’ 300 Follower Celebration (public sex/trying not to get caught) (and shhh, Essie said I could be as late as December, but this is just/only Labor Day Weekend), and week 13 of @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer (free week).

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

You didn’t want to watch this scary movie. Scary movies were not your thing.

But you didn’t know that the local drive-in movie place was doing Sweet and Slashy Summer Saturdays - a double feature night with a different rom-com and slasher fic every week when you said yes to your stupid hot neighbor Bucky Barnes. He’d asked if you liked drive in movies and if you’d go with him, and you hadn’t thought even a second before accepting.

Bumping into him throughout the building since you’d moved in last spring, sure, it was problematic to have a crush on a neighbor, but he was stupid hot.

Which made you do stupid things - like accept a date with him.

You canceled plans that you’d already had in favor of this date.

Typically you weren’t a fan of movies as a first date, but since it was a drive in, not a theater, you’d have your own space and not bother anyone if you actually wanted to talk - but if for some reason stupid hot Bucky Barnes turned out to be a dud, you would also be able to tune into the movie without seeming totally rude.

Privacy? Yes. Good.

A little bit of talking? Also yes.

He’d picked you up in his big pick up truck, which meant at the drive in, he’d backed into the spot, and now you were in the bed of the truck on a camp mattress and blankets.

Things had been lovely for the first flick - which turned out to be one of your favorites. The two of you had chatted sporadically but easily throughout. There’d been a short intermission where the two of you took a walk, stretched your legs, and gotten some ice cream from the concession stand.

All of that had been lovely. Easy time with him.

It had allowed you to trick yourself into the false confidence that you could handle the other half of the double feature.

But the slasher fic had you jumpy, scooting closer and closer into Bucky’s chest, until now you had your face permanently half hidden against his chest.

Bucky chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you chirped. 

“Are you sure? We can leave, I really don’t mind, I’ve see this at least twenty times.”

“No, I’m - I’m fine,” you said quietly. 

He murmured your name against the crown of your head, planting a kiss there. “We don’t have to stay.”

But that little kiss? Being tucked cozily against him? Your whole body was humming with butterflies and warmth despite the cool evening summer breeze flitting over your skin.

“I’m safe here,” you hummed. 

Bucky ticked a finger under your chin and lifted your head up to look him in the face, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You sure about that?”

You giggled - genuinely but with a surge of nerves. “You’ll protect me.”

He smirked. “Only from everyone else.”

“Is that a threat?” You arched a brow and smirked. 

“It’s a promise,” he replied, lowering his voice, ducking closer, his breath ghosting over your lips. 

You shivered, and he chuckled and pulled you closer. You laughed into his chest, resting your hand lightly on his sternum. “Honestly, if you ever become an actor, don't ever do a slasher flick.”

He scoffed. “What? Why’s that? I’m not such a terrible actor!”

You looked back up at him and shook your head. “I’m not convinced. But also, I’d have to go see it, and clearly I wouldn’t be able to handle that experience.”

“Fine, I promise, I’ll tell the non-existent agent for the acting career I’m never pursuing that slashers are off the table.”

“Good.”

Bucky shifted to make both of you more comfortable. As he shifted, his strong arm tightened around you, pulling you even closer against his broad chest. You felt the warmth of his body enveloping you, a stark contrast to the cool night air. His fingers began to trace lazy patterns on your shoulder, sending tingles down your spine.

"You know," Bucky murmured, his lips brushing your ear, "I'm really glad you came out with me tonight."

You tilted your head to look up at him, taking in his chiseled jawline and those piercing blue eyes. "Me too," you whispered.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time - just spend time with you. But now you’re driving me crazy, and I can’t keep my hands off you."

Your breath hitched as his hand slowly slid down your arm, savoring every curve and dip. “Then don’t,” you responded. You slipped your leg up over his thigh, tangling your limbs together.

His touch was gentle yet purposeful, exploring the softness of your skin. You felt your pulse quicken as his fingers ghosted over the swell of your hip, squeezing lightly.

"I love how you feel," he whispered, his voice husky. "So soft, so perfect."

His hand continued its journey, caressing the generous curve of your waist. You couldn't help but lean into his touch, craving more. Bucky's fingers splayed across your stomach, appreciating the plush roundness there.

"Beautiful," he breathed.

Bucky's fingers danced up your arm, caressing the soft skin. He traced the curve of your shoulder, then along your collarbone. His touch was feather-light but left a trail of heat in its wake.

You tilted your head back to look at him, taking in his chiseled jawline and intense blue eyes. Bucky's gaze roamed over your face, lingering on your full lips before meeting your eyes again. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your flushed skin.

"You're so beautiful," Bucky reiterated, his eyes locked on yours.

Your heart raced as he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning across your face. Time seemed to slow as he closed the distance between you. His lips brushed yours softly at first, tentative and questioning. You responded eagerly, pressing closer and parting your lips slightly.

Bucky took that as invitation to deepen the kiss. His hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you flush against him. You melted into his embrace, savoring the feel of his firm body against yours.

The kiss grew more heated, tongues exploring as passion built between you. Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders and muscular back, marveling at the strength you felt there. Bucky's own hands weren't idle, caressing your curves with reverence.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily. Bucky rested his forehead against yours, a smile playing on his lips.

"Wow," you whispered.

He chuckled softly. "Wow is right."

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air. You jumped, startled by the sound from the movie. Bucky chuckled against your lips, breaking the kiss.

"Sorry," you mumbled, feeling a heat creep up your neck.

"Don't be sorry," Bucky murmured, his thumb caressing your cheek. "I think it's cute how jumpy you are."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Glad my terror is entertaining for you."

He grinned, pulling you closer. "Well, I do enjoy being your protector."

Another scream rang out from the movie, making you flinch. Bucky's arms tightened around you instinctively. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his warm, masculine scent. "I'm usually not this much of a scaredy-cat, I swear."

His chest rumbled with laughter. "Sure, sure. I believe you." His tone was teasing, but his arms stayed tight around you.

The score for the movie swelled and pursued a chilling tenor, making you tense. Bucky's hand came up to cup the back of your head, gently pressing your ear to his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat drowned out the sounds of the film.

"Better?" he murmured.

You nodded against him, feeling safer wrapped in his strong arms. "Much better."

His fingers combed through your hair soothingly. "You know, we could always make our own entertainment if the movie's too scary."

You pulled back slightly to look up at him, eyebrow raised. "Oh? What did you have in mind?"

Bucky's eyes darkened as they roamed over your face. "I can think of a few ways to distract you from the movie."

His hand slid down your back, coming to rest on your hip. He gave a gentle squeeze, pulling you against him. Your breath hitched as you felt the hard planes of his body pressed against your softer curves.

"Oh?" you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Like what?"

Instead of answering, Bucky dipped his head and captured your lips in a searing kiss. This wasn't like the earlier kiss - soft and exploratory. This was heat and passion and barely restrained desire. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting and teasing. You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Bucky's hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, his calloused fingers tracing patterns on the sensitive skin of your lower back. You arched into him, craving more of his touch. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips along your jaw and down your neck.

"God, you're driving me crazy," he murmured against your skin.

You tilted your head, giving him a quizzical look. This man you had categorized as stupid hot because he was so handsome it couldn’t be real seemed to be as gone for you as you were for him.

"I'm driving you crazy?" you asked, your voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. "You're the one who's been making me lose my mind for months now."

Bucky pulled back slightly, his blue eyes searching your face. "Really?" he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

You nodded, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. "Really. I've had a crush on you since the day I moved in. Why do you think I always seemed to be doing laundry at the same time as you?"

A slow grin spread across Bucky's face. "And here I thought I was the one making excuses to run into you."

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. "Looks like we've both been idiots."

"Well," Bucky murmured, leaning in close again, "then we should make up for lost time, don't you think?"

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, hot and demanding. You melted into the kiss, savoring the feel of his strong body against yours. His hands roamed your curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

You moaned softly into the kiss, your body arching against Bucky's. His hands roamed lower, cupping your ass and pulling you flush against him. You could feel his arousal pressing against your thigh, sending a jolt of desire through you.

"Bucky," you gasped, breaking the kiss. "We're in public."

He chuckled, the sound low and husky. "Don't worry. No one can see us back here."

To prove his point, he rolled you both so you were lying on your back, his body hovering over yours. The truck's high sides and the darkness of the drive-in lot provided a surprising amount of privacy.

Bucky's lips found your neck again, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. You tilted your head, giving him better access as your hands slid under his shirt, exploring the hard planes of his abs.

"God, you feel amazing," you breathed.

He hummed against your skin, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. His hand slipped under your shirt, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. You arched into his touch, craving more.

Bucky's large hand cupped your breast, kneading gently through the thin fabric of your bra. You gasped at the sensation, your body heating up despite the cool night air.

Suddenly, a loud crash from the movie made you jump. Bucky chuckled softly, pulling back to look at you.

"Still scared?" he teased, his thumb brushing over your nipple through your bra.

You shivered, both from his touch and the reminder of where you were. "Maybe a little," you admitted.

Bucky's eyes softened as he gazed down at you. "We can stop if you want," he murmured, his hand stilling on your breast.

You shook your head, reaching up to cup his face. "No, I don't want to stop. I just... I've never done anything like this before. In public, I mean."

He smiled, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. We can just cuddle and watch the rest of the movie if you want."

You bit your lip, considering. The fear of getting caught was thrilling, but also nerve-wracking. But the way Bucky was looking at you, his blue eyes dark with desire, made you want to throw caution to the wind.

"I want you," you whispered, pulling him down for another kiss.

Bucky groaned into your mouth, his hand resuming its gentle kneading of your breast. You arched into his touch, your body humming with need. His other hand slid down your side, fingers teasing the waistband of your jeans.

"Is this okay?" he murmured against your lips.

“Mmhmm, please touch me, Bucky,” you pleaded, craving more.

Bucky's fingers deftly unbuttoned your jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. His hand slipped inside, cupping you through your underwear. You gasped at the contact, hips bucking up into his touch.

"So responsive," he murmured, nipping at your earlobe. "I love it."

His fingers rubbed slow circles over your clothed center, building the tension coiling in your belly. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, very aware of your surroundings despite the privacy of the truck bed.

Bucky's lips trailed down your neck as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your underwear. You inhaled sharply as he made contact with your bare flesh, stroking through your folds.

"God, you're so wet already," he groaned against your collarbone.

You whimpered as he teased your entrance, gathering your arousal before circling your clit. Your hips rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure he was building.

"Bucky, please," you breathed, not even sure what you were begging for.

He captured your lips in a searing kiss as he slid his fingers through your slick folds. You bit your lip to stifle a moan as he slowly pushed one finger inside you.

"Shh," he murmured, kissing you softly. "Gotta be quiet, remember?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short pants as he began to move his finger in and out. He added a second finger, stretching you deliciously. His thumb found your clit again, rubbing small circles that had you seeing stars.

Your hands gripped Bucky's broad shoulders as he worked you closer to the edge. The pleasure was building rapidly, your hips rocking against his skilled fingers. You buried your face in his neck, muffling your whimpers and gasps against his skin.

"That's it, sweetheart," Bucky murmured encouragingly. "Let go for me. I've got you."

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl. Combined with the steady pressure on your clit, it was quickly becoming too much.

"Bucky," you gasped, your body tensing. "I'm -"

"Come for me," he growled softly, increasing the pace of his fingers.

The coil of tension in your belly snapped. Waves of pleasure crashed over you as your orgasm hit. Bucky captured your lips in a deep kiss, swallowing your moans as you shuddered against him.

As you came down from your high, Bucky slowly withdrew his hand. You whimpered at the loss, feeling oversensitive and boneless. He pressed soft kisses to your face as you caught your breath.

Then he licked your slickness off his fingers, and your breath hitched as he groaned at the taste of you. Your hand trailed down his chest, palming the obvious bulge in his jeans. "What about you?" you asked.

Bucky groaned softly, hips bucking into your touch. "You don't have to-"

You cut him off with a kiss, your hand continuing to rub him through his jeans. "I want to," you murmured against his lips. "Please, let me make you feel good too."

Bucky groaned, his hips rocking into your touch. "God, yes," he breathed.

Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, suddenly feeling clumsy with anticipation. Bucky chuckled softly, reaching down to help you. Together, you managed to unfasten his jeans and push them down his hips.

You slipped your hand into his boxers, wrapping your fingers around his hard length. Bucky hissed in pleasure, his head dropping to your shoulder. You stroked him slowly, marveling at how hot and thick he felt in your hand.

"Fuck," Bucky groaned softly. "Your hand feels so good."

Emboldened by his reaction, you increased your pace, twisting your wrist on the upstroke. Bucky's breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting into your grip. You could feel him throbbing in your hand, growing even harder if that was possible.

"Wait," Bucky gasped, gently grasping your wrist. "Not like this. I want to be inside you."

Your breath caught at his words, desire pooling low in your belly. "Yes," you breathed. "Please, Bucky."

He captured your lips in a searing kiss as his hands worked to push your jeans down your hips. You lifted your hips to help, shimmying out of the tight denim. Bucky's fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs as well.

The cool night air hit your heated skin, making you shiver. Bucky's warm hands ran up your thighs, parting them gently. He settled between your legs, his hard length pressing against your core.

Bucky reached for his wallet. You raised an eyebrow as he retrieved a condom.

"Presumptuous, weren't we?" you teased.

He chuckled, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as he tore it open. "More like hopeful. You sure about this?" he murmured, his blue eyes searching yours.

You nodded, reaching for the condom and wrapping your legs around his waist. "I'm sure. I want you, Bucky." You took his stiff cock in your hands and rolled the condom down slowly over his length.

Then you laid back, and he guided his tip to your entrance. He groaned softly, capturing your lips in another kiss as he slowly pushed into you. You gasped at the stretch, your body accommodating his impressive size.

Bucky stilled once he was fully seated inside you, giving you time to adjust. You both moaned softly at the sensation of being so intimately connected. He peppered kisses along your jaw and neck as you breathed through the initial stretch.

"You okay?" he murmured against your skin.

You nodded, running your hands down his muscular back. "Yeah, you can move."

Bucky started with slow, shallow thrusts, gradually building up speed and depth. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, very aware of your surroundings despite the privacy of the truck bed. The movie's soundtrack provided some cover, but you still tried to keep quiet.

"God, you feel amazing," Bucky groaned softly, his hips snapping against yours.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, changing the angle slightly. The new position had him hitting that perfect spot inside you with each thrust. Your nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure built rapidly.

"Bucky," you whined.

His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers tracing a path down your stomach until they settled on your sensitive clit. The gentle pressure of his thumb against you sent sparks of pleasure through your body. "Come for me," he whispered in your ear, urging you on as he continued to stroke and tease your sex. You couldn't resist the sensations, and soon you were gasping and moaning in ecstasy, and he swallowed up as much of your sounds as he could with another kiss.

Bucky's movements became more erratic as he chased his own release. You clenched around him, still riding the waves of your orgasm. The added pressure pushed him over the edge.

"Fuck," he groaned, burying his face in your neck as he came.

You held him close, running your fingers through his hair as you both caught your breath. The sounds of the movie filtered back into your awareness - screams and dramatic music that seemed absurdly out of place now.

Bucky lifted his head, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he looked at you. "That was..."

"Amazing," you finished for him, grinning.

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before carefully pulling out. You whimpered at the loss, suddenly feeling very exposed. Bucky noticed your discomfort and quickly helped you redress, then took care of himself.

Once you were both decent again, he pulled you back into his arms. You snuggled against his chest, feeling sated and content.

"So," Bucky murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm, "I think it's safe to say this was a successful first date?"

You grinned and looked up at him. "I'd say so. Though I'm not sure how we're going to top this for date number two."

Bucky chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm sure we can come up with something. I've got plenty of ideas."

"Is that so?" you teased, trailing your fingers along his jawline. "Care to share?"

He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. "How about I show you instead? Say, next Saturday?"

Your heart fluttered at the promise in his eyes. “Just no more slashers, deal?”

“Deal,” he chuckled, then sealed it the best way, tipping your chin up and capturing your lips in a kiss.

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

SEQUEL: the morning after

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[aspenmissing]

Hiii Aspen! I hope you having a lovely evening 😊 Thank you so much for the hard work you put in every single request. You truly have my biggest support 🫶

I just love the idea of Reader beeing best friends and also lab partners with Jayce and Viktor. And I'd love to see, how their friendship grow over the time.

So I have a little request for you: Reader loves to capture moments or bigger achievements with her camcorder. At first, Jayce and Viktor were a little....sceptical about it. But over the time, both of them started to warm up with it; They're teasing each other in front of the camera, annoying each other to the point, that they can't stop laughing or even emberassing each other in front of the camera.

Between Reader and Jayce blossoms a sibling-like relationship, but between Reader and Viktor was always a certain kind of tension. Jayce always teased those two about it, but didn't pushed them.

On a late night Viktor watched a few of Reader's records and started to realize, that he was in love for her for a really long time. So he wants to confess to her and even asks Jayce for some advice.

If you have any questions about the request, pls ask me! Sometimes I'm talking or writing without taking a single breath 🥹

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At first, Jayce and Viktor were hesitant, even slightly annoyed by your insistence on capturing every moment in the lab. Jayce would groan and hide his face behind a book. Viktor would lean away, feigning irritation, though you could always see the small smirk threatening to break free.

=

"Do you really have to record everything?"

Jayce groaned dramatically, shielding his face behind a heavy textbook as you zoomed in on him. He peeked over the top, squinting as if the camera might blind him. "I'm pretty sure no one wants to watch hours of us fiddling with wires and muttering equations under our breath."

You grinned from behind the camcorder, adjusting the focus. "Correction: I want to watch it. This is history in the making, Jayce. You and Viktor are going to change the world, and I intend to capture every step of it."

Jayce let out an exaggerated sigh, dropping the book onto the table with a thud. "And what if I don’t want my sleep-deprived, underpaid suffering immortalized on film?"

"Then you shouldn’t have befriended me," you teased, panning the camera slightly to catch Viktor, who sat at the opposite end of the cluttered workbench, cradling a cup of tea between his fingers. He had been pretending to ignore the exchange, but at the sound of his name, he flicked his gaze toward you, unimpressed yet faintly amused.

"And what if I do not wish to be recorded?" Viktor asked, arching a brow, voice as dry as parchment. He didn’t make any exaggerated movements like Jayce, no flailing hands or dramatic groans. Just a slow sip of tea and an unreadable expression.

You turned the camera on him, grinning. "Then I'll just have to catch you when you're not paying attention."

Viktor sighed, lowering his cup with a small clink onto the desk. "So… a violation of my privacy, then?"

"Exactly."

Jayce barked a laugh. "She doesn’t even try to deny it."

"Why should I? The footage speaks for itself," you said proudly, giving the camcorder a little shake.

Jayce rolled his eyes but leaned in, squinting at the tiny screen in your hands. "You better not have any footage of me sleep-deprived and ranting at the wall," he muttered.

"Oh, I absolutely do."

"You—! That was one time! And Viktor was doing it too!"

You turned the camera back on Viktor, who merely took another calm sip of his tea before saying, "If I do not remember, then it did not happen."

Jayce pointed an accusing finger at him. "That’s a lie and you know it!" Viktor only smirked.

You giggled, adjusting the angle slightly. "Come on, you guys act like I’m out to ruin your reputations. Think of it as… preserving your journey. One day, when you’re both successful and Hextech is changing the world, you’ll look back at all of this and be grateful I was here to document it."

Jayce snorted. "Yeah, I can’t wait to rewatch clips of us looking like absolute disasters at three in the morning."

"Exactly," you quipped. "That’s the charm."

Viktor hummed, setting his cup aside. "I suppose there is no stopping you, then?"

"None at all."

That was how it all started.

Jayce was the first to break. The first to stop resisting, to lean into the chaos and make the camera his. He would wave grandly whenever you pointed it at him, throwing on his most ridiculous, over-the-top expressions.

=

"Ah-ha! Witness greatness in the making!" he’d declare, dramatically flipping his hair like some high-society noble. "A mind unlike any other, here in this very room!"

You’d zoom in on his smug face, deadpan. "A mind that just spilled acid all over the counter?"

Jayce immediately panicked, whirling around to find a growing sizzle on the surface of the workstation. "Shit—where’s the rag?!"

You cackled as the camera jostled, capturing the chaos in real-time.

Jayce quickly realized the best way to handle your constant filming was to own it. He started playing into it at every opportunity, making grand proclamations and giving dramatic monologues as if he were the star of some academy-funded documentary.

And much to your delight, he made sure to rope Viktor into his antics.

"Say something to the lovely audience, Vik!" Jayce beamed, spinning the camera onto his partner-in-crime.

Viktor, as always, sighed like a man burdened by the weight of existence itself.

"Jayce," he muttered, glancing up from his work with a patient sort of exasperation. "I am in the middle of something important."

Jayce nudged his arm. "C’mon, give them something."

Viktor sighed dramatically but, to your surprise, actually played along. "I fear that whatever I say may be used against me in future blackmail attempts."

Jayce threw his head back and laughed while you grinned, mentally bookmarking that clip for later.

Over time, the teasing evolved into something else—into a rhythm, into something natural. It wasn’t just that they tolerated the camera now. It was part of your dynamic.

Jayce would annoy Viktor just enough to make him react on film, poking fun at the way he muttered under his breath when he was deep in thought, or the way his brow furrowed whenever an equation refused to cooperate.

=

"And here we have The Thinker in his natural habitat," Jayce whispered conspiratorially into the camera, zooming in on Viktor’s concentrated scowl.

You bit back a laugh as Viktor merely raised a hand and flipped Jayce off without looking up.

Jayce cackled.

Even Viktor, despite himself, started to lean into the presence of the camera. He never went out of his way to acknowledge it the way Jayce did, but he allowed himself to be recorded now.

And sometimes—sometimes—he’d even return the favor.

=

One night, when you left your camera unattended on your desk, Viktor picked it up and turned it on you.

You barely registered the red blinking light before his voice filled the space.

"Tell me, how does it feel to have the tables turned?"

You whipped around, eyes wide. "You did not just turn that thing on—"

"I believe I did," Viktor said, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.

Jayce, overhearing this from across the lab, immediately shot up from his chair. "Oh, this I have to see."

Before you could snatch the camera back, Jayce had already launched into the most ridiculous impression of you.

He clutched the invisible camera in his hands, widening his eyes dramatically. "Jayce, Jayce, how does it feel to be a tortured genius?" he mocked in a high-pitched voice. "Viktor, say something to the audience, Viktor, don’t you think you look so handsome today, Viktor—"

You gasped. "I do not sound like that!"

Jayce spun around, still holding his fake camera. "And this is the moment our dear friend Y/N realizes she absolutely does sound like that—"

"You’re so lucky this isn’t recording right now," you grumbled.

"But it is," Viktor murmured, his tone almost smug. Your head snapped back toward him in horror.

Jayce screamed laughing.

It became something of a game, then. If you were going to document their lives, then it was only fair they got a few shots of you too.

You’d catch Jayce trying to record you half-asleep at your desk. Viktor would snatch the camera while you were mid-rant about some botched experiment and zoom in dramatically on your flailing hands.

The teasing, the laughter, the absurd little moments that filled your days—it all became a part of the fabric of your friendship. The camera, once an outsider, was now an extension of your dynamic.

What started as a personal project soon became something more—a living record of the life you shared with Jayce and Viktor.

Through late-night brainstorming sessions, failed prototypes, and triumphant breakthroughs, the camcorder became a silent fourth member of your little trio, always present, always recording.

Over the years, you collected it all.

=

The first real milestone you caught on film was when you, Jayce, and Viktor successfully stabilized a Hextech crystal.

The recording was shaky—because you were screaming.

Jayce had thrown his hands up in triumph, knocking over a pile of blueprints in his excitement. Viktor, though more reserved, was still grinning like a fool, his fingers pressing against the bridge of his nose as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

"We did it!" Jayce shouted at the camera, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you. "We did it! Viktor, tell the camera how smart we are!"

Viktor chuckled breathlessly, leaning against the workbench. "We are very smart. That much is obvious."

You zoomed in on his face. "Viktor, smile."

He rolled his eyes but relented, giving the camera a rare, boyish grin.

That was the first of many victories.

=

Every time you hit a major breakthrough—whether it was refining the Hextech gauntlets, perfecting the gemstones, or securing research funding—you made sure to document the celebrations.

There was one video of Jayce standing on a desk after a successful presentation, dramatically giving a speech about how you were all scientific revolutionaries.

"And with my two brilliant partners—" he gestured wildly at you and Viktor, "—we will change Piltover forever!"

Viktor, off-camera, could be heard saying, "You are going to fall."

Seconds later, Jayce tripped over a stack of books and crashed to the floor.

You never let him live that one down.

The lab was rarely quiet, and your ever-present camera captured every bit of the nonsense that unfolded between your two best friends.

Jayce and Viktor had a talent—no, a gift—for annoying each other in the most ridiculous ways.

One particularly memorable late-night recording featured Viktor hunched over his desk, his sharp eyes scanning over blueprints as he methodically jotted down calculations. His teacup rested beside him, steam curling lazily into the dimly lit air.

Meanwhile, just a few feet away, Jayce had decided that the best use of his time was attempting to balance a wrench on his forehead.

Viktor, predictably unimpressed, didn’t even look up when he muttered, "Jayce, you could be helping me."

From behind the camera, you watched as Jayce grinned. "I am helping."

"Oh?" Viktor hummed, still focused on his work.

"I’m stress-testing gravity," Jayce said proudly, as if he had just solved an unsolvable theorem.

That earned Viktor’s attention. He finally glanced up, blinking at Jayce in exhaustion. "Gravity is not our primary concern right now—"

Right on cue, the wrench slipped from Jayce’s forehead, tumbling off and landing with a loud clang against the metal worktable.

Viktor slowly, slowly, turned his head to stare at Jayce, utterly expressionless.

"It appears gravity is working just fine," he said dryly.

The camera shook as you broke into laughter, Jayce glaring at you with mock offense.

"I was this close to a breakthrough," he huffed, pinching his fingers together dramatically.

"Yes, and yet, I am the one actually making progress tonight," Viktor replied, turning back to his work.

Jayce groaned, waving a hand in dismissal. "I hate both of you."

"And yet," you grinned, zooming in on his sulking face, "you love the camera." Jayce glared but didn’t argue.

=

Another favourite recording showed both of them in frame, their usual bickering escalating into full-blown academic warfare.

The scene opened with Viktor rubbing his temple in clear frustration. "I am simply saying, Jayce, that if you had followed the exact instructions—"

"Oh my God, Viktor, I don’t need another lecture—"

"Clearly, you do," Viktor snapped, gesturing toward the sparking contraption between them. "Because now it is broken."

"It’s not broken!" Jayce insisted, puffing out his chest. "It just needs a little—"

Before he could finish, he confidently reached out and prodded the device. It promptly exploded in a puff of blue smoke.

You coughed through the haze, the camera capturing every second of Jayce’s stunned face as the acrid smell of burning metal filled the lab.

You zoomed in on Viktor’s unimpressed stare.

"I am going to enjoy watching this back later," you muttered behind the camera, barely holding back laughter.

Viktor exhaled slowly. "I told you."

Jayce, still coughing, waved a hand in front of his face. "Don’t you dare save that video."

You saved it.

=

Another recording showed the three of you during a rare lull in work, sitting on the lab floor surrounded by crumpled notes, spare wires, and half-eaten sandwiches.

"This is it," Jayce mumbled, his head resting against a pile of books. "This is where we die."

"You are being dramatic," Viktor murmured, half-asleep, his head tilted back against the leg of a workbench.

"No, really," Jayce continued, gesturing lazily with his sandwich. "We’re going to be remembered as the scientists who worked themselves to death before even finishing their damn research."

You giggled from behind the camera, adjusting the focus. "At least my camera will tell our story."

"Lovely," Viktor muttered. "Please turn it off before I am caught with soy sauce on my face for eternity."

Jayce perked up. "Wait, you have soy sauce on your face?"

"I do not," Viktor grumbled, wiping his sleeve over his chin just in case.

Jayce grinned. "You totally do."

"I hate you," Viktor sighed.

"Oh, please," Jayce smirked, "you would be lost without me."

Viktor rolled his eyes, and you caught the smallest, faintest twitch of a smile before he leaned back and let exhaustion win.

The camera clicked off, preserving yet another night of quiet brilliance and banter in the heart of your lab.

Some of your most treasured recordings weren’t of grand achievements or the endless teasing between your two best friends.

They were the quiet moments. The exhausted, half-delirious hours spent together when no one else was watching—when the only audience was the soft hum of the camcorder, the faint crackle of cooling machinery, and the quiet breaths of three people too stubborn to quit.

The camera captured nights when the three of you were slumped over your desks, running on fumes and bad decisions, fuelled by caffeine, stale sandwiches, and the sheer refusal to give up.

=

One particular recording showed Viktor, still gripping a pencil, his fingers twitching slightly as he scrawled something onto a blueprint. His eyes were half-lidded, blinking sluggishly as he tried—and failed—to stay conscious.

His head dipped lower, then lower—until, finally, he started tipping forward entirely.

Jayce, just as exhausted, instinctively reached out, catching Viktor’s shoulder before he could faceplant into his own notes.

"You need sleep," Jayce mumbled, his words slurred with fatigue.

Viktor barely lifted his head, waving him off lazily. "Sleep is for the weak."

"You are the weak," you teased from behind the camera, your voice thick with amusement and exhaustion.

Viktor cracked one eye open just enough to glare at you. "Betrayal," he muttered.

You zoomed in on his face, trying not to giggle as he made a dramatic effort to straighten himself, only to slump back down seconds later.

Jayce sighed, still holding onto Viktor’s shoulder to keep him from slipping forward again. "You should go home."

"You should go home," Viktor shot back, words slightly muffled against his arm.

"That’s not even a real comeback," Jayce grumbled.

"It is if I win," Viktor murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jayce rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he adjusted his grip, shifting slightly so Viktor wouldn’t completely collapse onto the desk.

The camera recorded all of it—the exhaustion, the stubbornness, the unspoken care that neither of them would ever fully acknowledge.

The camera had captured everything—celebrations, failures, exhausted nights, and endless teasing. But at some point, without you even realizing it, the lens had turned toward something else.

Toward you and Viktor.

It started subtly, so gradually that you barely noticed it at first.

A lingering glance across the lab. The way Viktor’s voice softened ever so slightly when he spoke to you, even in exasperation. The way you always adjusted the camera just a little when he was in frame, as if making sure he looked just right in the shot.

And Jayce?

Jayce noticed all of it.

And because he was Jayce, he did the only reasonable thing: he started recording you.

=

One evening, you were hunched over a set of blueprints, deep in thought, your camera set aside on the table. Viktor leaned over your shoulder, pointing at one of your notes.

"That equation is slightly off," he murmured, tapping the paper lightly with his pen. "If you adjust the coefficient here—"

"Viktor," you interrupted, turning your head slightly to look at him, your faces very close now. "Do you ever compliment my work before fixing it?"

Viktor blinked at you, clearly caught off guard.

From behind his workbench, unseen, Jayce held up your camcorder, quietly zooming in.

"I—" Viktor hesitated, and for a fraction of a second, his composure wavered. Then, clearing his throat, he offered a small, amused smirk. "Your calculations are—acceptable. For the most part."

You gasped in mock offense. "Viktor!"

"What?" he said, feigning innocence, though his eyes were glinting with amusement. "Would you rather I lie?"

"Maybe just once!"

Jayce, still recording, was silently dying behind the camera, mouthing to himself, Oh my God, just kiss already.

You huffed, scribbling over your notes. "Fine, next time I’ll just run my calculations by Jayce. At least he tells me I’m a genius."

Viktor made a soft scoffing noise. "Jayce tells everyone they are a genius. He has the scientific standards of a Labrador."

"Hey!" Jayce whispered from behind the camera, nearly giving himself away.

You snorted, shaking your head. "And what about you?"

Viktor tilted his head. "What about me?"

"If Jayce is the golden retriever of the lab, what does that make you?"

Viktor considered this for a long moment, eyes flickering with amusement. "The cat that does not wish to be here," he finally said. You burst out laughing.

"And me?" you asked, wiping a tear from your eye.

Viktor tilted his head slightly, studying you, his gaze warm in the dim lab light. "You are…" His voice slowed, as if considering his words carefully. Then, quietly, "The one who always keeps us together."

Jayce, watching through the viewfinder, nearly choked. Okay, he thought, now you two are doing this on purpose.

And yet, when Viktor looked at you then—his eyes lingering, his posture subtly leaning toward you—it didn’t feel like teasing.

It felt like something real.

And Jayce got all of it on tape.

=

At some point, Jayce stopped being subtle about it.

He had an entire folder on your camcorder labeled “Y/N & Vik: The Slow Burn of the Century”, and it was gold.

Clip #1: You handing Viktor a cup of tea without asking, already knowing exactly how he liked it. Clip #2: Viktor automatically reaching out to steady you when you leaned too far over the worktable. Clip #3: The way he smirked every time you rolled your eyes at him. Clip #4: The way you stared at him when you thought no one was watching. Clip #5: Jayce whispering dramatically into the camera, “The tension is unbearable. Just date already.”

Jayce was thriving.

You, however, had no idea you were slowly being documented in the greatest romantic slow-burn documentary of all time.

Until, one day, you found the folder.

=

It happened by accident. You had picked up your camcorder to transfer old footage and noticed the file.

Curious, you clicked on it.

The first video that played was a close-up of Jayce’s face.

"Hello, future Y/N," he whispered conspiratorially. "If you’re watching this, congratulations! You have finally realized that you and Viktor have been making goo-goo eyes at each other for years."

Your mouth dropped open.

The next clip?

Viktor watching you from across the lab, his expression soft, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. The way his gaze flickered to your hands, to the way your fingers moved as you wrote, as if he found something endlessly fascinating about the way you worked.

The next clip?

You, doing the exact same thing. Staring at Viktor like he hung the damn stars in the sky. By the time you got to a clip of Jayce literally narrating one of your interactions in a whisper—“And here we see the two idiots, completely in love but too dense to admit it…”—you stormed across the lab, camcorder in hand.

"JAYCE!"

Jayce, hearing the anger in your voice, immediately jumped up, hands raised in surrender. "I can explain!"

"Oh, I’d love to hear it!" You held up the camera accusingly. "This? THIS WHOLE FILE?!"

Jayce coughed. "Would you believe me if I said it was for scientific purposes?"

"JAYCE TALIS!"

Viktor, looking up from his work, blinked in confusion. "What is happening—" Before he could finish, Jayce bolted for the door.

You chased after him, yelling something about deleting footage while Jayce cackled like a madman. Viktor, now alone, frowned. Then, with curiosity, he turned to the computer screen where you had left the folder open.

He clicked on a random clip. And then he saw it.

Himself. Watching you.

The way his fingers lingered whenever he handed you a tool. The way his smirk softened into something fond when you bickered. The way his gaze followed you, his voice quiet and patient in ways he never was with anyone else.

Viktor, for the first time, realized— Jayce hadn’t been exaggerating.

And he had all of it on tape.

Jayce had never been more proud of himself. Not because of Hextech. Not because of his position in Piltover.

But because his magnum opus, the slow-burn-to-lovers documentary of Y/N & Vik: The Slow Burn of the Century”, and it was gold., had finally entered its next phase.

And oh, he wasn’t stopping now.

Now that you and Viktor were officially together, he had so much new material to work with.

=

The first few weeks of your relationship were surprisingly subtle. There were no grand announcements, no awkward shifts in dynamic—just small, quiet changes that Jayce immediately caught onto.

Like the way your hands lingered together just a little longer than necessary when passing tools.

Or the way Viktor’s normally dry tone softened just slightly when he spoke to you.

Or, Jayce’s personal favorite, the way you two thought you were being discreet but were absolutely not.

Cue video evidence:

Clip #1: You and Viktor working at separate desks, completely focused on your respective projects… until you both subtly glance at each other at the exact same time, then immediately look away. Clip #2: Viktor handing you a screwdriver, fingers brushing yours. You pause, smiling softly at him. Jayce zooms in dramatically. Clip #3: You absentmindedly running your fingers through Viktor’s hair while reading a blueprint. Viktor, utterly content, leaning into your touch like a satisfied cat. Jayce whispering into the mic: “They’re so soft for each other, I’m gonna be sick.”

=

The camera footage started with a slow, steady zoom.

Viktor was sprawled on the worn-out couch in the corner of the lab, his cane propped up against the armrest, one arm draped over his stomach, the other resting against the cushions.

And then there was you—completely draped over him.

Your head was tucked under his chin, one of your arms lazily draped across his torso, your legs tangled with his. Viktor’s fingers had unconsciously curled around your wrist, holding onto you like a lifeline even in sleep.

Jayce silently lost his mind behind the camera.

The sheer romance of it. The cinematic excellence. The fact that neither of you realized how disgustingly in love you looked at that very moment.

He recorded for a full two minutes, zooming in on your synchronized breathing, the way Viktor’s lips parted slightly as he exhaled, the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath your head.

Then, movement.

You stirred first, shifting slightly against Viktor’s chest, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Your fingers flexed against the fabric of his vest, gripping it just a little tighter before your eyes fluttered open.

For a second, you were too groggy to process anything.

Then, Viktor made a soft noise of protest as you moved, his own eyes barely opening, hazy with sleep.

"Mm… Y/N?" he murmured, voice rough and quiet, half-conscious.

"Mm?" you echoed blearily, barely awake yourself.

Viktor blinked slowly, his brows furrowing. His gaze flickered over your face before his expression settled into something very neutral.

"You’re… on top of me," he mumbled. You stared at him. Then down at your position. Then back up at him.

Cue instant flustered panic.

"Oh my god, Viktor, I—" You immediately started trying to sit up, heat rushing to your face. "I didn’t mean to— I must have— I was just—"

"You are warm," Viktor muttered, already closing his eyes again. He barely shifted, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly before he let out a soft sigh. "Do not move."

You froze.

Jayce, witnessing this through the camera lens, had to physically bite his hand to stop from making a sound.

You opened your mouth, as if to protest, but Viktor was already drifting back into sleep, his expression peaceful, completely unbothered by the fact that you were still half on top of him.

And you? You were losing your mind internally.

But… he was warm. And comfortable. And he had just asked you to stay in that quiet, sleepy voice of his, so… maybe just a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt?

Slowly, hesitantly, you relaxed against him again.

Jayce clutched his chest in silent victory, zooming in one last time before sneaking away like a thief in the night.

This?

This was going in the highlight reel.

Jayce had done many questionable things in his life.

But this?

This was probably the most questionable.

Because right now, at this very moment, he was crouched inside a bush outside one of Piltover’s nicer restaurants, camera lens poking through the leaves like some kind of deranged documentarian.

And why, you ask?

Because Y/N and Viktor were on their first official date, and there was no way in hell he was missing this.

=

It had all started when you and Viktor, after weeks (years) of obvious tension, had finally, finally decided to go on a real date.

Jayce, of course, had tried to be normal about it.

He really had.

But when you walked into the lab that morning in a stunning outfit, looking way too excited (and nervous) for what was supposed to be a simple dinner, and Viktor—who was normally so put-together—actually fumbled his tools upon seeing you?

Jayce knew this was going to be big.

And like hell was he going to let such an important moment go undocumented.

So, after dramatically announcing that he had “prior engagements tonight” (a lie) and wishing you both the absolute worst (a bigger lie), he booked it to the restaurant ahead of time.

And that was how he ended up hiding in a bush, with your camcorder, ready to capture history.

=

The video opens with a slightly shaky zoom through the restaurant’s large windows.

You and Viktor sit across from each other at a small, candlelit table, surrounded by the soft glow of lanterns and the quiet murmur of conversations.

Jayce barely contains his squeal of excitement.

"Alright, folks," he whispers dramatically into the mic, "we are currently witnessing the rare and elusive Viktor Kiramman on an actual date. This is not a drill."

The camera zooms in, focusing on you as you smile at Viktor from across the table. You’re saying something, hands gesturing lightly as you speak, and Viktor—Viktor—is actually smiling.

Not the usual smirk, not the sarcastic little huff he gives Jayce when he’s being an idiot, but a real, warm, genuine smile.

Jayce nearly drops the camera in shock.

"Oh my god," he breathes. "She makes him soft."

He adjusts the focus just in time to catch Viktor reaching across the table, his fingers grazing over yours before carefully taking your hand in his.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have contact," Jayce whispers, shaking with suppressed excitement.

On screen, you blink in mild surprise at the sudden touch, then your expression softens as you gently squeeze Viktor’s hand in return.

Jayce makes an actual fist pump in the bush.

=

The audio is muffled from outside, but Jayce manages to pick up snippets of your conversation.

"Are you alright?" you ask, head tilting slightly. "You look… nervous."

Viktor exhales a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "I suppose I am. I am… unused to this."

"Dinner?" you tease lightly.

"No," Viktor says softly. "Being with you like this."

Jayce silently screams into his fist.

Viktor continues, "You are—" he hesitates, then clears his throat, "—exceptional. And I suppose there is a part of me that still does not quite believe you are here, with me, in this way."

You smile at him, your fingers tightening around his. "Viktor, I’ve been here this whole time. You just had to notice."

Jayce clutches his chest, actually feeling faint.

"I am going to pass out, oh my god," he whispers to himself, shaking as he zooms in dramatically.

On screen, Viktor exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head before looking at you with so much unspoken affection that Jayce actually punches the bush in excitement.

Which turns out to be a mistake. Because the next sound that comes from the footage is a loud, very distinct rustling of leaves. Followed by your voice.

"Jayce."

Jayce freezes.

On camera, Viktor’s brow furrows slightly as he turns his head toward the window. "…Did you hear something?"

"Yeah," you say, staring directly at the bush. "I think I did."

Jayce internally panics.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit—"

He tries to move backwards, but his foot catches on a damn tree root, and suddenly—

The camera footage swings wildly as Jayce falls out of the bush, straight onto the cobblestone.

=

The next thing captured is you and Viktor standing over him, arms crossed, unimpressed. Jayce, still on the ground, slowly tilts the camera up toward your faces.

"Uh… hey," he says weakly.

"Jayce," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Me? Oh, nothing, just, uh—bird watching."

Viktor raises a brow. "In a bush?"

"Yes!" Jayce says quickly. "Very rare species around here. You wouldn’t believe it."

You look down at him, unimpressed. "You were recording us, weren’t you?"

Jayce grins nervously. "Define ‘recording’."

Viktor sighs, shaking his head. "You are truly the worst, Jayce."

"Okay, but like—" Jayce starts, still filming as you and Viktor exchange exasperated looks, "—to be fair, I got some amazing shots of you two being disgustingly in love. You’ll thank me someday—"

You groan. "Give me the camera."

"Absolutely not—"

Cue you lunging at him.

The video ends with pure chaos—Jayce scrambling to his feet, you chasing him down the street, Viktor sighing as he slowly follows behind. And yet, despite all the painful consequences, Jayce still thinks to himself—

Totally worth it.

At some point, things had shifted.

You and Viktor had always been comfortable together—always lingering in each other’s space, always sharing touches that neither of you thought twice about.

But over the years, that comfort had grown into something deeper. Something undeniable.

And of course, Jayce recorded all of it.

=

The video opens with the warm morning glow of the lab windows. Papers are scattered across the tables, machines hum softly in the background, and Viktor is leaning into your touch as you run your fingers through his hair.

He’s seated at his desk, eyes half-lidded, clearly still waking up as you stand behind him, absentmindedly combing your fingers through his curls.

Jayce, smirking behind the camera, zooms in.

"Wow," he whispers dramatically. "Look at this. True domesticity in the lab. Can you believe it, folks?"

Viktor mumbles something unintelligible, clearly too tired to be annoyed.

"Oh?" Jayce laughs. "What was that, Vik? You love Y/N? You’re completely whipped?"

Viktor, eyes still closed, lazily flips Jayce off.

You chuckle, placing a soft kiss on Viktor’s temple. "Don’t bully him so early in the morning, Jayce."

Viktor hums in agreement, tilting his head up toward you. "You are the only one I trust in this room."

Jayce scoffs dramatically. "Unbelievable. I bring the camera, I bring the content, and this is the thanks I get?"

You laugh. Viktor smirks against your touch.

Jayce shakes his head at the camera. "This man used to act like he hated romance. Look at him now. Look at him now."

=

The video is quiet, filled only with the gentle patter of rain against the windows.

You and Viktor are curled up together on the old couch in the corner, a blanket draped over the two of you. Your head is resting against his chest, his arm lazily wrapped around you, the slow rise and fall of his breathing visible beneath your cheek.

Jayce pans the camera slowly, taking in the absolute softness of the moment.

Then, from behind the lens—

"So, uh… should I just leave you two here?"

Viktor opens one eye, glaring half-heartedly. "Yes."

You smirk, nuzzling against Viktor’s chest. "You could go home, you know?"

Jayce sighs dramatically. "And let you two be sickeningly in love without me? Absolutely not."

Viktor groans, pulling the blanket higher over both of you as a clear dismissal.

The last thing caught on camera is Jayce muttering, "I hate how cute they are."

=

Jayce hadn’t known what he was filming at first.

It had started as just another routine recording—another late night in the lab, another moment he wanted to capture. He hadn’t thought much of it when he picked up the camcorder, idly panning across the workspace as you and Viktor worked on opposite ends of the room.

But then, Viktor stood up.

And something about the way he did it—slow, deliberate—made Jayce pause.

Through the lens, he watched as Viktor carefully slid something into his pocket, his fingers curling around it briefly before he took a deep breath and turned toward you.

"Y/N," Viktor called, voice softer than usual. "Come here for a moment?"

Jayce froze.

He zoomed in immediately.

You, blissfully unaware of the gravity of the situation, set your notes aside and walked over to him. "What’s up?"

Viktor hesitated for a fraction of a second, as if steadying himself. Then, with careful precision, he pulled a small velvet box from his pocket.

You stilled.

Jayce? Jayce stopped breathing.

"Oh my god," he whispered behind the camera. "It’s happening. IT’S HAPPENING."

You blinked, your gaze flickering between Viktor’s face and the box in his hands. "Viktor?"

Viktor exhaled shakily, his grip tightening slightly around the box. "I had a whole speech prepared," he admitted, voice touched with amusement, but also something deeply vulnerable. "But suddenly… none of it seems quite right."

Your heart pounded in your chest.

Viktor’s fingers brushed over the lid of the box, his amber eyes meeting yours. "You have always been there," he murmured, "always beside me. Through the victories, through the failures—through every long night in this lab."

He inhaled deeply, then let out a quiet, almost breathless chuckle. "And somehow, after all this time, you still look at me like I am worth something more than just my mind."

Your throat tightened, emotion swelling in your chest.

Viktor shifted slightly, adjusting his stance, his cane steady in one hand as he carefully lowered himself just enough—not onto one knee, but just enough that it still held meaning.

The world stilled.

His hand trembled as he slowly opened the box, revealing a delicate, simple ring—the kind that was perfectly you, perfectly right.

"Y/N," Viktor murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Will you—" he swallowed, blinking once before his expression softened into something so, so full of love—"—marry me?"

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

TTOU is so much better than I'd ever could have imagined. I've been taken off guard by so many things in even just the first half of the Javelin Project and it got even wilder in the second half. I have already talked at least 3 people into reading it since I started yesterday. Read the first book in less than 24 hours and have been taking a bit of a break to actually write a paper I have to, and am gonna continue with the antarctica conspiracy tomorrow.

Calling it ADHD timewarping is an understatement. This feels like I was put in chronostasis and was pumped full of ttou directly and I love that for me. My psychology ass loves Aspen and their sociological knowledge and the Crew grew on me like a very resistant fungus <3

I'm glad you're enjoying it! And your 3 friends will be timewarped too... ah, delicious time...

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Flower Remedies

Flower remedies are specially prepared flower essences, containing the healing energy of plants. They are prescribed according to a patient’s emotional disposition, as ascertained by the therapist, doctor, or patients themselves.

THE 38 BACH REMEDIES

agrimony: puts on a cheerful front, hides true feelings, and worries or problems

aspen: feelings of apprehension, dark foreboding, and premonitions

beech: critical, intolerant, picky

centaury: easily comes under the influence of others, weak willed

cerato: unsure, no confidence in own judgement, intuition, and seeks approval from others

cherry plum: phobic, fear of being out of control, and tension

chestnut bud: repeats mistakes, does not learn from experience

chicory: self-centered, possessive, clingy, demanding, self pity

clematis: absent minded, dreamy, apathetic, and lack of connection with reality

crab apple: a ‘‘cleanser’’ for prudishness, self– disgust, feeling unclean

elm: a sense of being temporarily overwhelmed in people who are usually capable and in control

gentian: discouraged, doubting, despondent

gorse: feelings of pessimism, accepting defeat

heather: need for company, talks about self, and concentrates on own problems

holly: jealousy, envy, suspicion, anger, and hatred

honeysuckle: reluctance to enter the present and let the past go

hornbeam: reluctant to face a new day, weary, can’t cope (mental fatigue)

impatiens: impatience, always in a hurry, and resentful of constraints

larch: feelings of inadequacy and apprehension, lack of confidence and will to succeed

mimulus: fearful of specific things, shy, and timid

mustard: beset by ‘‘dark cloud’’ and gloom for no apparent reason

oak: courageous, persevering, naturally strong but temporarily overcome by difficulties

olive: for physical and mental renewal, to overcome exhaustion from problems of long–standing

pine: for self–reproach, always apologizing, assuming guilt

red chestnut: constant worry and concern for others

rock rose: panic, intense alarm, dread, horror

rock water: rigid–minded, self–denial, restriction

scleranthus: indecision, uncertainty, fluctuating moods

star of Bethlehem: consoling, following shock or grief or serious news

sweet chestnut: desolation, despair, bleak outlook

vervain: insistent, fanatical, over–enthusiastic

vine: dominating, overbearing, autocratic, tyrannical

walnut: protects during a period of adjustment or vulnerability

water violet: proud, aloof, reserved, enjoys being alone

white chestnut: preoccupation with worry, unwanted thoughts

wild oat: drifting, lack of direction in life

wild rose: apathy, resignation, no point in life

willow bitter: resentful, dissatisfied, feeling life is unfair

The system consists of 38 remedies, each for a different disposition.

The basic theory is that if the remedy for the correct disposition is chosen, the physical illness resulting from the present emotional state can then be cured.

There is a rescue remedy made up of 5 of the essences—cherry plum, clematis, impatiens, rock star, and star of Bethlehem—that is recommended for the treatment of any kind of physical or emotional shock.

Therapists recommended that rescue remedy be kept on hand to help with all emergencies.

Flower remedies are more homeopathic than herbal in the way they work, effecting energy levels rather than chemical balances.

They have been described as ‘‘liquid energy.’’

The theory is that they encapsulate the flowers’ healing energy, and are said to deal with and overcome negative emotions, and so relieve blockages in the flow of human energy that can cause illness.

Edward Bach was a graduate of University College Hospital (MB, BS, MRCS) in England.

He left his flourishing Harley Street practice in favor of homeopathy, seeking a more natural system of healing than allopathic medicine.

Concluded that healing should be as simple & natural as the development of plants - nourished & given healing properties by earth, air, water, and sun.

Bach believed that he could sense the individual healing properties of flowers by placing his hands over the petals.

His remedies were prepared by floating summer flowers in a bowl of clear stream water exposed to sunlight for three hours.

He developed 38 remedies, one for each of the negative states of mind suffered by human beings, which he classified under seven group headings: fear, uncertainty, insufficient interest in present circumstances, loneliness, over-sensitivity to influences and ideas, despondency or despair, and overcare for the welfare of others.

The Bach remedies can be prescribed for plants, animals, and other living creatures as well as human beings.

Originally, Bach collected the dew from chosen flowers by hand to provide his patients with the required remedy.

This became impractical when his treatment became so popular that production could not keep up with demand.

He then set about finding a way to manufacture the remedies, and found that floating the freshly picked petals on the surface of spring water in a glass bowl and leaving them in strong sunlight for three hours produced the desired effect.

Therapists explain that the water is ‘‘potentized’’ by the essence of the flowers.

The potentized water can then be bottled and sold. For more woody specimens, the procedure is to boil them in a sterilized pan of water for 30 minutes.

These two methods produce ‘‘mother tinctures’’ and the same two methods devised by Bach are still used today.

Flower essences do not contain any artificial chemical substances, except for alcohol preservative.

Bach flower remedies and flower essences have not yet officially won the support of allopathic medicine, despite the fact that more and more medical doctors are referring patients for such treatments on the strength of personal conviction.

However, it is difficult to discount the scores of testimonials.

Some practitioners refer skeptics to the research that has been done regarding the ‘‘auras’’ of living things.

Theoretically, the stronger the aura, the more alive an organism is. Flower essences have very strong auras.

Source ⚜ More: Notes & References

[nezuswritingdesk]

Rafayel parenting au

a/n: so after papa Caleb and his baby apples, we got papa rafayel and his guppies! This is my first time writing for Rafayel so this is his debut post!! We're almost done with the introduction posts (I just need to do Xavier's kids and sylus' youngest bc they weren't included with his big sisters) and after, I can now write all the little thoughts and imagines I have involving these kids!

Primarily inspired by @tbaluver @starmocha @rin-eko and every rafayel girl dad thing I've seen

ninang aly tag: @deusfoundry (the most proud godmother in this au)

wc: 439 words

Ah yes, the proud girl dad Rafayel with two cute little guppies— meet Thalassa and Dione!

Thalassa is the older child, aged 3. Dione is the younger child, aged 6 months old.

Unlike the other dad's, your genes managed to win and the cute girls look like you. Thalassa looks like you, but has his purple hair and Rafayel's expressive reactions. Dione also looks like you, but has Rafayel's pout.

The prettiest girls ever!

Very spoiled by Papa Rafayel and Auntie Talia (much to you and Thomas' dismay)

As mentioned, Thalassa is the eldest. She's very expressive and can have quite the verbal trouble streak (sass and sarcasm)

She loves to dance! Ever since she can move her body to the beat of a song, she hasn't stopped since. She's enrolled in dance class by her papa.

Her second favorite thing besides dancing was swimming.

Despite her many likes, she often acts unamused and indifferent by situations, always preferring to play alone and mind her business.

She's friends with Aspen, one of the few people willing to approach and play with her her.

Despite being half-Lemurian, she is allergic to oysters and mussels

Her favorite sea creatures are octopus and manta rays (she like manta rays when they dance hehe)

Thalassa's nickname is Thallie.

Meanwhile, baby Dione is 6 months old.

A very bubbly and talkative 6 month old, invested in babbling and trying to get her dad's constant attention. Please dont leave her alone.

When Thalassa is at school, she babbles to keep her parents company while they work. Rafayel finds it amusing

Her best friend is Aurora. Aspen and Thalassa's moms made them meet each other too while their big siblings have playdates

Has tried putting her dad's art materials in her mouth

Loves dress up! Please dress her up, give her cute dresses, baby shoes, and bows.

Unlike her big sister, she doesn't have allergies!

Her favorite ocean creatures are squid and bunny slugs (because they're cute)

Her nickname is calamari. Thalassa has been calling her that since she found out she'll be a big sister (its a cute sight, seeing her call her baby sister a calamari)

The girls fight over their father's affection

They both love cats! Thalassa brought one home and Rafayel panicked while Dione was happy that there's a little kitty as their friend 🥺🥺🥺

His girls are just as dramatic and passionate as their father. Rafayel does his best to be there and show love for his princesses. Sure, he can be dramatic and an enigma sometimes but, he's their father. Passionate and loyal to the people he loves and cherishes.

A/n: Tumblr stop being a bitch challenge and posting my stuff before I can even finish writing this but oh well. Here's papa Rafayel and his baby girls. Personally, I like Baby Dione bc shes such a cutie patootie feel free to imagine her in the artsy birb onesie (dressed up by her big sister ofc). Hopefully when I have free time, I can finish up Papa Xavier and upload the hcs for Sylus' youngest bc I forgot to add his 😭😭

[lynzishell]

Epilogue 💛 Atlas

The rest of the year flew by in a rush of one event after another.

First, there was Spencer’s birthday party. It was the first family event that Ezra and I were both present at, and overall, it went okay. I focused on spending time with everyone else and just let him exist in the same space as me, which was the best I could do at the time.

Dawn also saw Ezra for the first time since high school that day. She did try to be kind and talk to him, as is her nature, but it was quite satisfying that Phoenix didn’t like him from the moment she introduced them. Maybe that’s petty of me, but it’s true.

The important thing though, is that, even though we all walked away a bit sore, Spencer had a great birthday, ice skating and celebrating with her family and two best friends.

When Winterfest came around, we stuck with our original plan to visit Phoenix and Dawn in the city. It was fun to see Aspen getting excited and opening presents. I know our little ones won’t quite be old enough to properly enjoy the holiday, but I’m still so excited for next year and our first Winterfest with them.

Dawn also surprised us with an amazing gift. She knitted two little onsies for Sadie and Simon, which I’m happy to report, they’ve both finally grown into!

That afternoon, when they were ready to head to Copperdale to see Pheonix’s uncle, Ash and I decided to spend the rest of the day with the Goodes after all. I’m glad we did. Even with Ezra there, it was nice to have our usual evening of games and music.

I’m absolutely in awe of Spencer with her violin. She finally mastered Einaudi’s Experience and wanted to play it for us, a duet with Pop on the piano, of course. The performance brought tears to our eyes. Listening to her play with such skill and emotion, she should be in a concert hall, not standing in our living room in her little mis-matched socks.

As happy as I am to have our own place again, I wouldn’t trade the time we spent living there for anything.

For New Year’s we’d planned to take it easy. Watch movies and likely fall asleep well before midnight. But, as you can see, that isn’t what happened.

We got a call from Lex saying that Evan had been dumped, so we cancelled our plans and drove to the city. Charlee raced to Evan’s apartment and dragged them to Lex’s where we were all waiting for them. After a bit of venting and a few tears, we were able to cheer them up, and we all celebrated the new year and good things to come. Charlee was even able to convince them to move to San Sequoia with her and Jay, which I know Ash is happy about.

I’m really grateful we ended up spending New Year’s with our friends because the going away party they had planned for us the following weekend ended up being canceled because… well…

The next morning, I woke up on Lex’s couch being jostled by Ash. He was in a panic because our phones were blowing up, and with the way I was laying on him, he couldn’t get to either of them. He was worried something bad had happened, that someone had been hurt.

But, when I sat up and checked my phone, it was the opposite. Li was in labor. All at once, everything became real.

We drove to the hospital as fast as we could and barely made it in time. But we made it. And now that our twins have arrived, life will never be the same again.

I suppose you want to meet them now. You will. Soon.

Prev // The Goode Life

A/N: I will try to introduce everyone to Sadie and Simon this weekend.. just know I’m completely obsessed with them! But this wraps up this part of my story. From here, I plan to split into two stories: The Good Life will focus on Atlas & Asher (and occasionally the extended Goode family) and my Star Sign Legacy will go back to Phoenix, Dawn, and Aspen as the main focus. I’m currently writing their next big arc, which will take some time, so for now I’ll be sharing sporadic gameplay of the boys (cos infants are my favorite thing in game)

[slytherin-pen]

A High Lord’s Day Off

pairing: Azriel x Eris

word count: 1k

warnings: fade to black smut

tags: fluff, Eris is a sap, Azriel is smitten

summary: Eris has a rare day off, and these two mates spend it enjoying each other’s company.

a/n: aspen is finally writing again, yay! written very late for day 2 of @azrisweek

The morning sunlight filters through gauzy red curtains, casting a warm glow across the bed they share. It’s late enough that even the birds have quieted, having already left their nests to start their day.

Azriel stirs first, though he doesn’t open his eyes. He knows Eris is already awake. He can feel the awareness humming through the mating bond, soft and sleepy. Eris’s hand rests just under Azriel’s rib cage, fingers splayed and thumb swiping back and forth.

Azriel breathes in deeply, Eris’s scent of cinnamon and wood smoke filling his lungs.

“Good morning, sleepy bat,” Eris murmurs, voice thick with sleep and amusement.

Azriel opens one eye. “Good morning, fox.”

Eris smiles as Azriel rolls over, burrowing closer. Their legs tangle further, and Eris’s arm tightens around him, pulling him fully against his chest.

“We don’t have anything on the schedule today,” Eris says quietly. “A High Lord’s rare day off.”

Azriel hums. “Good. I’ve missed my mate.”

Silence stretches between them, and then, as if drawn together by a magnetic pull, Eris kisses him—slow and deep, no urgency, no rush. Just lips brushing over lips, hands sliding across bare skin like they have all the time in the world.

When Eris pushes him onto his back, Azriel goes willingly, his shadows swirling around them lazily. It’s not fast or rough. They take their time, savoring the feel of skin on skin, the way their bodies know each other now. Where to touch, where to kiss, where to linger. Azriel’s wings stretch comfortably across the bed. They breathe each other in, move in perfect rhythm, and when they come, it’s with murmured “I love yous” and forehead kisses as they gaze into each other’s eyes.

Later, when their heartbeats have steadied and the sheets are thoroughly ruined, Azriel laughs into Eris’s neck. “We’re going to have to change these.”

Eris groans. “You can do it. I made the bed yesterday.”

Azriel arches a brow. “You mean you asked the servants to do it?”

“That counts.”

With a snort, Azriel rolls away, groaning slightly as he stretches. He pads naked toward the bathing room, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll start breakfast.”

Eris lifts his head just enough to watch the view. “I think you’re forgetting something.”

Azriel stops in the doorway, turns, walks back, and kisses him again with that little smile Eris has come to crave.

The kitchen smells like cinnamon and butter by the time Eris wanders in, hair tousled, his robe sliding low on his chest. Azriel is standing at the stove, flipping pancakes with precision. His wings twitch occasionally, still stretching out from sleep, and Eris pauses just to admire him.

Azriel senses him, as he always does, and glances over his shoulder. “Don’t just stare. Grab plates.”

“You’re bossy in the mornings,” Eris teases, but obeys, brushing his knuckles along Azriel’s lower back as he moves past him.

Azriel leans into the touch without thinking.

They eat on the balcony, two steaming mugs of tea between them. They don’t talk much. Just soft clinks of forks on ceramic, the occasional shared bite, and toes brushing beneath the table as they enjoy eating in each other’s company. When they’re finished, Azriel leans back in his chair and closes his eyes. Eris watches him quietly, admiring the sharp line of his jaw, the delicate fan of his lashes, the way the sunlight kisses his scarred hands and makes them look almost golden.

“You’re staring again,” Azriel murmurs without opening his eyes.

Eris shrugs. “You’re beautiful.”

Azriel’s eyes flutter open. He stares at his mate, unguarded and soft. “You’re a sap.”

Eris smirks. “Only for you.”

The courtyard is warm but not stifling, shaded by towering oaks and tall hedges. Eris’s hounds are already bounding across the grass when they step outside, barking joyfully. A pair of them rush toward Azriel, tails wagging furiously. He laughs as he crouches to greet them, letting them nuzzle into his hands, lick at his chin.

“They like you more than me,” Eris mutters, feigning offense.

“They’ve had five hundred years with you,” Azriel counters. “I’m still new and exciting.”

Eris rolls his eyes but the small smile spreading across his face betrays his true feelings.

Azriel whistles once, low and sharp, and the hounds heel instantly, forming a half-circle around him. He grins at Eris. “Who’s their master now?”

Eris lunges. Azriel yelps as Eris tackles him into the grass, the hounds immediately going wild, barking and bounding around them like they’re children playing a game. Eris pins him with ease, grinning down at him, both of them breathless from laughter.

“You’re not supposed to win when I’m being charming,” Azriel says, squinting up at him, grass in his curls.

“You should stop being charming then, because I always win.”

Eris leans down, kisses him again—short and sweet this time. “Come on. Before they start trying to climb on us.”

One of the hounds immediately tries to sit on Azriel’s legs.

Azriel groans. “Too late.”

By late afternoon, the two of them are curled up on the oversized couch in the library. Eris’s legs stretch along the cushions, and Azriel is draped half across him, wings tucked tightly behind his back. Eris reads aloud from a battered novel, his voice low and smooth. It’s a romance—not the kind either of them usually picks—but Eris had seen Azriel eyeing it in the bookstore a week ago, and now he reads it with that knowing little smirk.

“You’re enjoying this more than you’re letting on,” Azriel mutters as Eris turns a page.

Eris smirks. “I’m enjoying the fact that you’re enjoying it.”

Azriel rolls his eyes, but the bond between them pulses with warmth and contentment. He turns and nestles his head against Eris’s chest, one hand resting over his heart. Eris shifts slightly, placing his book down and curling his arms around his mate.

“I could stay like this forever,” Eris whispers into Azriel’s hair.

Azriel doesn’t answer with words. Just a sigh, his hand tightening over Eris’s shirt and the bond blooming with quiet joy. And Eris understands. Because this kind of quiet, stolen day is the kind of forever they’d both longed for.

[eymie]

Billy x fem reader where she likes horses or tends to them and thats how billy and her meet?

i’ve been so so busy i’m sorry this took a while. also i was feeling like writing something fluffy but i might make a part two with smut. ((probably) definitely*)

It’s also been a hot minute since I’ve rode a horse so bear with me.

part two

SWEET TOOTH !

You kept to yourself most the times. Only coming into town when you needed to, soft smiles to people who nodded at you.

Your family owned a farm not too far past town, growing up spending most your time in the barn you became acquainted with the horses. You fed them and tended to them. They were like your closest friends. You were homeschooled by your aunt who used to be a teacher herself so you never met many other kids your age.

When your parents got older you started making more town trips for them, making business deals, the doctors, the bank. Most people in town were friendly with you, many bought your goat milk or your eggs.

You tied up your favourite horse to the fence post. Pulling a sugar cube from your pocket, which embarrassingly enough you always kept on you. They were expensive and your mother would have your head if she found out but you couldn’t help it, horses loved them

You fed your favourite horse, Aspen, a small sugar cube. Scratching in between her ears, kissing her cheek.

“Atta girl, don’t go talking to strangers.” She nuzzled against your shoulder as you walked off into a shop. Your father had asked you to grab a new hammer while you were out so he could fix up a few loose floorboards. You looked back out the window to make sure Aspen was still tied up.

“Oh, hello darlin’” You turned to see one of the ladies who was a loyal customer. She was a sweet older lady, always stopping by for some eggs. “Rarely see you in town.”

“Yeah, I know.” You smiled, admiring the way her clothes were neat and clean. Her husband made good money and her kids were grown. “Don’t got any eggs on me, sorry ma’am.”

“Oh don’t worry ‘bout that, still got plenty. I know where to find you if I run out.” You nodded, going back to your shopping. Usually you had a stand in town to sell your eggs, or some shops sold for you but you had your specialty customers.

You grabbed one of the cheaper hammers off the shelf, walking over to the register area. You placed it on the table, pulling out your cash. As you hand the worker your money you look over to see a man and your horse.

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.” You quietly thank the worker, grabbing your change and hammer and running out the store. The man turned to look at you, backing off a bit. “What’re you doin’?”

“Oh, nothing miss.” He stepped away from your horse a bit, his eyes darting down to the hammer in your hand. “Not going to hit me with that are you?”

You look down at the hammer in your hand and quickly put it away in your bag.

“‘Course not, m’not an animal.” You stepped closer, he didn’t back away this time. You noticed a pistol in his holster. “You can’t be talking much anyway with that gun in your pocket.”

“I suppose not.” He muttered, lifting his hat off his head. “Got a nice horse here.”

“I know that,” You look down to notice an apple in the man’s hand. You step closer again, rubbing your hand along Aspens side. “Where’s yours?”

“Oh, Lady’s just over there.” He nods to a horse tied up across the road at a boarding house. You thought she suited him quite nice.

“So you just come over introducing yourself to every horse in town.” You ask, admiring his messy brown hair. He had a bit of dirt on his nose but you weren’t going to point it out.

“Well not every horse comes along with a girl as pretty as you.” You blushed, looking down at the dusty ground. Sure a few men flirted with you in the past, but none as handsome as this man in front of you.

“That for her?” You point out the apple in his hand. He grabs your hand, placing the fresh apple into it.

“She looked a bit hungry.” He said, watching as you held the apple flat on your hand for her. He admired as you rubbed behind her ear as she ate from the palm of your hand. “Looks like she’s got a sweet tooth.”

“She sure does.” You smile, feeding her the last of the apple. You rubbed her cheek as she leaned down to get some of the apple chunks that had fell.

“She got a name?” The man asked, tilting his head. He really was awfully pretty, nice too. His arm rested against Aspen, fingers tracing her.

“Not telling unless you’d like to tell me yours.” You never flirted with a man before, you didn’t mean to be now but it came off that way. He laughed a bit look down and then back up at you.

“Billy,” He told you. You liked the way his name sounded, the way if rolled right off the tongue. His name suited him.

“I like that name.” You admitted, feeling almost too honest and blunt once you said it. Your cheeks flushed a bit in embarrassment.

“Mmm, there’s better out there.” He hummed, stepping a bit closer to you. You would’ve backed up if it was any other man you were talking to. If you knew who he was you should’ve been. “Now you gonna tell me or what?”

He was playful with his words, not intimidating or threatening.

“Aspen, but I got a few more horses back at home.” You thought about what it would be like to invite Billy to your farm, show him around the barn.

“Yeah?” He looked up at you, almost like he was asking a question. You looked like the sweetest girl he’d seen in a while, innocent and honest.

“Maybe I could show you sometime, how long you stayin’?” You really did wanna talk to him, knowing you probably wouldn’t be back in town for a little while. You didn’t want to miss the opportunity.

“I’d like that.” He nodded, putting his hat back on his head. The dark brim shadowing his face. “What’s your name?”

“Well that’s a secret.” You giggled, untying Aspen from the post. Billy didn’t have to help you mount her like he would’ve tried with other girls.

“How am I gonna find you without a name?” He asked, looking up at you. You shrugged, and he furrowed his dark eyebrows.

“I better be headin’ home, bye Billy.” You clicked your heels, Aspen backing up a bit. You turned back to look at Billy who was still waiting your name. “I’ll keep my word, promise.”

“I’d hope so.” He tilted his head, nodding you a goodbye. He watched as you and Aspen rode down the dusty road.

“What you doin’ talking to the farm girl.” He turned at the voice, the butcher was leaving the shop purchasing new knives. He was a burly man, usually buying your chickens and pigs if you.

“Farm girl?”

“Yeah, she lives with her family on that farm on the edge of town.” Billy nodded, knowing just how he could see you again.

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Update Hogwarts Confidential

Hello my good people. It has been a very boring week. You all need to step up your game. But since there's less gossip there's going to be more updates and bs, cause why not.

Starting with this weekend is Ravenclaws final game of the season. In the game between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Ravenclaw is supposedly hosting a board game night tonight whether they win or lose so dress comfy and get ready for the most competitive board game night ever.

After board game night, Hogwarts will begin setting up for the loveliest holiday, Valentine's Day. We will have mini cupids and even house elves set up to deliver love letters and telegrams to send to those you love. Professor Slughorn has even convinced Dumbledore to allow anonymous telegrams to take place.

And since I have nothing else to write for announcements I guess we'll hop back into our weekly gossip.

Starting with this previous weekend Phoenix Harvey and Jamie Ho preformed at karaoke night, both showing up in the best suits ever, showing off their hot bodies (especially Phoenix, I mean I could cook a steak on those steamy abs), then ending the night with a steamy kiss. Just kidding, we all know it was two bros showing each other some love and I believe calling a small truce.

Speaking of Phoenix the boy seems to have met up with Ho’s stunning girlfriend, Anastasia Selwyn. The two were caught hanging out in the snow before disappearing off into the woods where I believe the two actually finally kissed. I think Ho has gotten a little too trusting with the two while he's away.

Congrats Mr. Ho on your quidditch interviews.

Now onto a totally different couple(?) Aspen Parker and Noah Montague seem to be getting really close. The two were seen mingling and might I say heavily flirting at karaoke night before disappearing together and I believe I saw Aspen making her way to the older boys dorm just last night.

And another couple- why are there so many couples? Do y'all actually like each other? What is going on- is love actually in the air?

And on to our final couple for this week (boring), Xenophilius and oh wait this isn't about their girlfriend, this is about their secret relationship with none other than Lucius Malfoy. Xenophilius and Lucius were caught talking and even confessing their feelings to one another. Xeno even going as far as feeling the need to break up with his new girlfriend, Pandora. The two concluded their confession with parting ways instead, the boys guilt becoming too much for him to break up with the girl. But to be honest I called this soooo long ago. Pandora, honey, get your man. Xeno, sweetie, get your shit together. Lucius, darling, stop trying to ruin Pandora's relationships.

Anyways that's all for this week! Catch ya next time on Hogwarts Confidential!

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Coming Out To NRC Staff - Ranked

I don't have the spoons to write a whole ton of stuff but I do want to write a little bit. Includes my OC, Aspen --------------------------------------------------

Dire Crowley (8/10) - a little confused but he's got the spirit lol. He realizes he's never addressed the school being inclusive before, so he calls an assembly just to say "the gays are welcome" (that's paraphrased) but like 75% of his students aren't paying attention because they kinda consider the assembly a waste of time since they're all dating each other and it hasn't been a big deal. Crowley didn't realize this until that assembly. He buys an ally pin and wears it all the time now, and keeps a collection of pride flags in his desk so whenever someone comes out to him (in the event that they do) he can hand them their respective flag. (Just those little ones on paper sticks, yknow?)

Aspen Zoi (5/10) - his score is only low because he's probably too stoned to do much more than congratulate you (as in "ahaha, nice.") OTL he's not homophobic/transphobic or anything he's just a dry conversationalist and high LMAO

Mozus Trein (6/10) - he kinda just nods. Tells you he's glad you felt safe enough to tell him. Will not ask questions, nor give an opinion. He's professional, I guess is the best way to put it, but he's still learning to put aside some of his more conservative views. More likely to be understanding of gay/lesbian than any other sexuality.

Divus Crewel (10/10) - This can really go one of two ways, entirely situational. If you come out in a lighthearted or comedic way, he'll sass you back, in an equally funny and lighthearted way. If it's clear it's been more of a worry for you, he's the one with the emotional intelligence to offer you a hug if he thinks you need it, or to thank you for trusting him. He'll sit and talk with you for as long as you need, and respect any boundaries you have about who you do and don't want to know about it. He'll let you know his classroom door is always open if you need him.

Ashton Vargas (5/10) - Again, not outwardly homophobic/transphobic, he just doesn't see why you felt the need to tell him LMAO (I HC him as gay but in denial, so there is some internalized homophobia, but for the sake of his job, mostly, he doesn't comment on a students sexuality). He MAY crack a joke that isn't very savoury, (because he feels a little awkward), but when he doesn't get a positive reaction out of it he'll kinda mumble an apology.

Sam (7/10) - Without missing a beat, he's just giving you a wide goofy grin and telling you he can give you one deal up front, but the rest wait til June LMAO. Not great for any emotional coming-outs. He'll probably give you a sticker for free that you get to choose. He does lean into corporate rainbow-ification a bit, but he doesn't hike the price on pride items, he discounts them. Does a similar event as he does for new years, and if you happen to be the yuu, he sets aside 'double discount' items (items that are about to go bad and have pride theming) because he knows you're a working student and wants to help out a little.

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