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[invisibleraven]

Because I can't not: Song Based AU (Good lookin' by Dixon Dallas) for Reggie/anyone

sorry not sorry

Thanks to @where-you-go for introducing us to this song, and curse you Inny for getting it stuck in my head once more.

Reggie heaved himself back in the hayloft, glancing to his side and sharing a grin with the hunk lying beside him. "So not how I thought I'd be spending my summer."

"What you didn't imagine spending most of your summer riding a wild young buck?"

Reggie snorted. "So like this."

"Well I doubt any stallion will give you the release I just did."

"Ruined me for any other horse, that's for sure," Reggie snarked as he pulled his clothes back on. "Same time tomorrow?"

A wink and a tip of a Stetson was all the response Reggie got, but he did so enjoy watching his afternoon delight walk away-the man sure knew how to fill out a pair of chaps!

Look, Reggie knew this was a stupid idea, fooling around with the ranch hand at his MeeMaw's farm. But after his hellish senior year, his parents' ugly divorce, and no future prospects in sight, he deserved a little fun alright?

Well, it had started as fun anyways-a drunken tumble after the Summer Solstice Festival, heated kisses against the barn that led to him getting ridden into the sunset up in the hayloft. And well, every evening since then they had found some excuse to sneak off for a little fun.

But Reggie's treacherous heart wasn't built for fun. And every tryst with the handsome farm hand left him wanting more. More kisses, only out in the open. Holding hands as they strolled the fields together. Maybe going to the community potluck together hand in hand. Actually riding a horse together-instead of each other.

But he was only here for the summer, and his partner surely had plans once the season ended. Plans that in no way involved Reggie.

Not that they ever talked about it-or much at all really.

But that didn't stop Reggie from pining, from writing stupid love songs-one that was especially graphic that got tossed into the woodstove so his MeeMaw never found it-telling him how much he wanted this to be more.

Yet Reggie never said anything. Just let himself enjoy slaking his lust every night up in the hayloft, or out under the stars as the fireflies came out. Once up in his bed, giggling as the iron frame squeaked with every thrust, but the television downstairs was so loud it drowned them out.

"I'm going home next week," Reggie finally said one night, picking the straw from his hair.

"I know."

"What are you doing after? I know you're only here for the summer."

"I was. Might see if Chavalah will keep me on for the harvest. Or maybe I'll pack up my duds and see the country. I don't rightly know."

"Well... maybe you could write to me?" Reggie asked. "Let me know where you end up?"

"You mean you aren't going to ask me to come visit?" A wry smile punctuated the question.

"I mean, I'd love it if you did," Reggie replied. "Show you the sights of LA, maybe we could... go out sometime?"

"Like a date?"

"If you'd like," Reggie said, giving a noncommittal shrug. "I know it's harder to be out here, and I wasn't sure if you wanted more than-"

Whatever else he was going to say was cut off with a kiss, a sweet, playful one that made Reggie's toes tingle. He blinked when they pulled apart, matching grins on their faces. "I thought you'd never ask."

[aq2003]

hamlet x ophelia mixed messages amv

[devilrosola]

What I would have done for Magi Week 2

So I was going to write a small fic exploring Al Thamen experimenting on Judar as they turn him into a fallen magi. Hakutoku finds out but Gyokuen insists he can’t feel any pain. After it looks like their efforts to convert his rukh black fail she orders to “terminate the experiment” as in doing away completely with Judar so a new magi can be born for them to steal and experiment on.

Hmmm some MuuxEn  or MuuxMei would have been nice for the Kou AND Reim prompts...

Anyway, spoiler ending for the fic I was going to write for this week under the cut (Cuz I always get a great ending, but having a hard time building up to it)

Looking back, Judar could not remember exactly how he survived. But he did remember the one who had saved him. He was forever grateful…well, grateful was too strong a word…forever obsessed with that person afterwards. And he never forgot how Al Thamen was ready to cast him aside like trash. He vowed to bide his time and get back at them when it would hurt them the worst: right before they would achieve their perfect world!

[kagoutiss]

din’s champion

[sarcasticscepticles]

Raphael is the funniest antagonist in the game to me, he's a powerful devil trying to steal your soul and speaks to you in rhymes that he probably practices in the mirror, he has his own incubus that says he's a bottom only and bad in bed, and then you can call him out. You can go and rob him blind and then kick his ass in his own house.

You can ask some guy he had you kill if he wants to help you kick his ass, and if you convince him he'll go 'yeah sure I bet you'll win' while Raphael is standing right there.

[dollypopup]

one day fans will realize that treating real people like fictional characters and fictional characters like real people is, at the core of things, The Problem

[thelovelycircusau]

// Meme Time!

[kinnbig]

working hard

[remyfire]

[flowers-inverted]

Fellas, is it gay to be the main character in a sports anime?

[sneppu]

Thoughts on snamione?

As with any and all Snape ships (EVERY. single. one.), am able to enjoy any and all of them for what they are, as long as the concept/dynamic is interesting or engaging in some way - which is something I believe is possible with every Snape ship by default - because he himself is interesting and engaging! Fiction is a sandbox and my favorite thing to do in it is put The Sneep into Situations.

That being said, I've read a good number of Snamione fics that I've found very enjoyable, even if its not one of my go-to ships - not because I dont like them, but because of my usual interests; I focus most on pre-golden trio Snape, and tend to gravitate towards gay ships. As it so happens, however, time travel fics are a massive weakness of mine! Usually, The Sneep is the one going back in time, but every once in a while someone else does... and sometimes its Hermione! And she, bless her heart, stands up for him with unprecedented firmness and ferocity, because she KNOWS yknow? It always makes me happy to see someone wholeheartedly stand up for him and believe in him! So those tend to be my favorite Snamione fics. Thats not to say I cant enjoy them otherwise though - I think shes got that level of understanding, that attention to detail and context - Shes the one who pays attention to all those little societal things, the way they affect someone. She's seen to be someone who actively considers things like trauma and social/environmental pressures. She's exactly the sort of person who would see a young sneep and be able to figure out "he's not okay. this is all layers and layers of trauma response. this is the effect of horrific levels of neglect and abuse, oh god." I think her being more academically minded wouldnt hurt too. I can definitely see the potential there!

[acourtofquestions]

Rowaelin Chapter 41 Kingdom of Ash:

She'd rebuild it—what she had been.

Perhaps one last time, perhaps only for a little while, but she'd do it. If only for Terrasen.

Rowan swooped from the mast, shifting as he reached her side at the rail. He surveyed the night-black sea beyond them. "You should rest." She slid him a glance. "I'm not tired." Not a lie, not in some regards. "Want to spar?" He frowned. "Training can start tomorrow."

"Or tonight." She held his piercing stare, matched his dominance with her own.

"It can wait a few hours, Aelin."

"Every day counts." Against Erawan, even a day of training would count.

Rowan's jaw tightened. "True," he said at last. "But it can still wait. There are ... there are things we need to discuss." The silent words rose in his animal-bright eyes. About you and me.

Her mouth went dry. But Aelin nodded In silence, they strode into their spacious quarters, its only decoration the wall of windows that overlooked the churning sea behind them. A far cry from a queen's chamber, or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin.

At least the bed built into the wall looked clean enough, the sheets crisp and stainless. But Aelin headed for the oak desk anchored to the floor, and leaned against it while Rowan shut the door.

In the dim lantern light, they stared at each other.

She'd endured Maeve and Cairn; she'd endured Endovier and countless other horrors and losses. She could have this conversation with him. The first step toward rebuilding herself.

Aelin knew Rowan could hear her thundering heart as the space between them went taut. She swallowed once. "Elide and Lorcan told you... told you everything that was said on that beach."

A curt nod, wariness flooding his eyes. "Everything that Maeve said." Another nod.

She braced herself. "That I'm-we're mates."

Understanding and something like relief replaced that wariness. "Yes."

"I'm your mate," she said, needing to voice it. "And you are mine."

Rowan crossed the room, but halted a few feet from the desk on which she leaned. "What of it, Aelin?" His question was low, rough.

"Don't you..." She scrubbed at her face. "You know what she did to you, to ..." She couldn't say her name. Lyria. "Because of it."

"I do know."

"And?"

"And what do you wish me to say?"

She pushed off the desk. "I wish you to tell me how you feel about it. If…"

"If what?"

"If you wish it wasn't so."

His brows narrowed. "Why would I ever wish that?"

She shook her head, unable to answer, and stared over her shoulder toward the sea.

It seemed like he would close the distance between them, but he remained where he was.

"Aelin." His voice turned hoarse. "Aelin."

She looked at him then, at the pain in his words.

"Do you know what I wish?" He exposed his palms, one tattooed, the other unmarked. "I wish that you had told me. When you realized it. I wish you had told me then."

She swallowed against the ache in her throat. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Why would it ever hurt me to know the truth that was already in my heart? The truth I hoped for?"

"I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how it was possible. I thought maybe ... maybe you might be able to have two mates within a lifetime, but even then, I just ….." She blew out a breath. "I didn't want you to be distressed." His eyes softened. "Do I regret that Lyria was dragged into this, that the cost of Maeve's game was her life, and the life of the child we might have had? Yes. I regret that, and I wish it had never happened." He would bear the tattoo to remember it for the rest of his days. "But none of that was your fault. I will always carry some of the burden of it, always know I chose to leave her for war and glory, and that I played right into Maeve's hands."

"Maeve wanted to ensnare you to get to me, though."

"Then it is her choice, not yours."

Aelin ran a hand over the worn wood of the desk. "In those illusions she spun for me, she showed me variations on one more than all the others." The words were strained, but she forced them out. Forced herself to look at him. "She spun me one dreamscape that felt so real I could smell the wind off the Staghorns."

"What did she show you?" A breathless question.

Aelin had to swallow before she could answer. "She showed me what might have been—if there had been no Erawan, if Elena had dealt with him properly and banished him. If there had been no Lyria, none of that pain or despair you endured. She showed me Terrasen as it would have been today, with my father as king, and my childhood happy, and..." Her lips wobbled. "When I turned twenty, you came with a delegation of Fae to Terrasen, to make amends for the rift between my mother and Maeve. And you and I took one look at each other in my father's throne room, and we knew."

She didn't fight the stinging in her eyes. "I wanted to believe that was the true world. That this was the nightmare from which I'd awaken. I wanted to believe that there was a place where you and I had never known this suffering and loss, where we'd take one look at each other and know we were mates. Maeve told me she could make it so. If I gave her the keys, she'd make it all possible." She wiped at her cheek, at the tear that escaped down it. "She spun me realities where you were dead, where you'd been killed by Erawan and only in handing over the keys to her would I be able to avenge you. But those realities made me ... I stopped being useful to her when she told me you were gone. She couldn't get me to talk, to think. Yet in the ones where you and I met, where things were as they should have been ... that was when I came the closest."

His swallow was audible. "What stopped you?"

She wiped at her face again. "The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything." He extended his hand. An offer and invitation.

Aelin laid hers atop his, and his callused fingers squeezed gently. "I wanted it to be you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "For months and months, even in Wendlyn, I wondered why you weren't my mate instead. It tore me up, wondering it, but I still did." He opened his eyes, and they burned like green fire. "All this time, I wanted it to be you."

She lowered her gaze, but he hooked a thumb and forefinger around her chin and lifted her face.

"I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure." He took their joined hands and laid them on his heart. "But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it.

"We'll face it together. And when we are done, when you Settle, we will have a thousand years together. Longer."

A small sound came out of her. "Elena said the Lock requires—"

"We'll face it together," he swore again.

"And if the cost of it truly is you, then we'll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies.

Her heart strained to the point of cleaving. "Terrasen needs a king."

"I have no intention of ruling Terrasen without you. Aedion can have the job."

She scanned his face. He meant every word He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand still clasping hers to his chest, where his heart pounded a steady, unfaltering rhythm.

"Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too."

She felt the truth of his words echo into the unbreakable thing that bound their very souls, and tilted her face up toward his. But he made no move beyond it.

She frowned. "Why aren't you kissing me?"

"I thought you might want to be asked first."

"That never stopped you before."

"This first time, I wanted to make sure you were ... ready." After Cairn and Maeve. After months of having no choices whatsoever.

She smiled despite that truth. "I'm ready to be kissed again, Prince."

He let out a dark chuckle and muttered, "Thank the gods," before he lowered his mouth to hers.

"You're my mate." Her words were a breathless rush. "And I am yours."

The world might have been burning around them for all she cared, all he cared, too.

"Together, Aelin," he promised, and she heard the rest of the words in every place their bodies joined. Together they would face this, together they would find a way.

Together we'll find a way, their mingling breaths, the crashing sea, seemed to echo.

Together.

[jmrothwell]

using the most embarrassing pet names they can think of for Luke/Reggie plz and thank you

“Table for two, please.” Luke told the hostess–her long dark hair on the more frazzled side of things–as he wrapped an arm around Reggie’s shoulders which slowly dropped to his waist. 

A few months ago the move would have completely taken Reggie by surprise. By this point they’d been playing these games long enough Reggie had long since learned this was Luke’s signal. 

Reggie was fairly certain they didn't need to actually act like a couple in order to get the Sweetheart’s deal. He also had yet to vocalize these doubts to Luke since he’d first proposed the idea for dinner tonight, the both of them always on the lookout for a good deal. Now didn’t seem like a good time, plus it was always fun to play these sorts of games with Luke. Last time they did they managed to win free drinks for the night. 

“Sorry but it’s going to be a bit of a wait.” The hostess said through an incredibly tight smile. 

“That’s all right.” Reggie smiled as he let his head fall to Luke’s shoulder, smiling even brighter when he saw the hostess just the slightest. “We’ve got all the time in the world, don’t we sweetheart?”

“Sure do, butter biscuit.” Luke’s grip around Reggie’s waste tightened. Normally by now Luke would have stepped to the side, but since they were currently the only ones waiting he took the opportunity to lean closer to whisper conspiratorially to the hostess. “It’s our anniversary.”

It suddenly clicked why Luke wanted them to play this game. He was trying to score a potential freebee. Reggie knew his face was definitely not matching whatever lovey dovey backstory spiel Luke was spinning up about how they met and decided to bury it in Luke’s shoulder. Really only keying back into the conversation after the hostess made some remark about how cute they were together.

“Oh he’s just my hunka hunka burnin’ love” Luke said, plastering himself even more to Reggie’s side, more than he usually would be anyway. Honestly, Reggie was a little too distracted trying to determine if he should be worried that he was more unsettled by the random Elvis reference than by how much Luke was clinging to him, he once again almost missed Luke was still talking.  “Ain’t that right honeydew?”

“Oh, sure thing, Beaker.” Reggie said with a broad smile completely missing the hostesses stifled snickering, continuing to be distracted by Luke. More specifically Luke’s perplexed scowl. “Scooter? Zoot? Sweetums?”

The hostess cleared her throat with a smile, trying to get his and Luke’s attention back. Either that or she was hiding a laugh. “It looks like a table just became available if you two would like to follow me.”

Reggie did his best to follow without tripping over his, or Luke’s, feet. A task made even trickier since Luke decided to stay glued to Reggie’s side as they followed the hostess to their table. Thankfully, it was significantly easier to eat since the table set up meant Luke had to stick to his own portion of the table. 

The clinginess didn’t reduce any Like Reggie thought it would after Luke succeeded in getting his free dessert. And Reggie wasn’t quite sure if this was normal Luke clinginess or Luke keeping the game going. A soon forgotten conundrum as he once again got caught up by Luke’s momentum, deciding to just enjoy the evening for whatever it was.

[rizaposting]

not a "pr0shipper" or an "ant1" but a secret third thing where I think the push for sanitization of art and obsession with only consuming Good, Moral Media, trying to police who can write about what and forcing people to "prove" their trauma to you isn't good or progressive, actually; but I also think that someone not liking dark/taboo/upsetting topics doesn't intrinsically make them a "stupid dumb prude" and is in fact a neutral and fine thing?? All of you are annoying.

[ladyjune]

The Bridgerton fandom realizing while each book focuses on a couple the show is an ensemble cast and there is going to be secondary storylines. That the point of the show isn’t to top the previous season, but there being different love stories and tropes in this family so you collect them all like Pokémon or pick in choose your faves. Liking one couple doesn’t mean you have to hate another. That its ok for actors to want to come back after their season, but its also ok for them to not want to be tied to a contract personally and professionally to be brought back for a couple scenes each season. That you can be critical of things about the show and still enjoy it.