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[still-july]

apparently today is national day of sadness

[demonicbaby666]

heya if u have the time could I request a jj x female bau member reader with hurt/comfort? I was thinking something along the lines of jj helping the reader bandage their own wounds. Thanks!

Bandages

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

Genre: comfort/fluff

Words: 2k+

Warnings: mentions of neck wound, brief mentioning of blood

Summary: JJ helps you clean your wounds and looks after you after sustaining injuries in the field.

A/n: I hope this lives up to your expectations! It’s nothing too angsty and I tried to keep the mentions of blood and gore to a minimum and focus on the comfort side of stuff <3

The rain. It’s cold on your face. Raindrops roll down your cheeks, trickling down from your hair down to your chin. It’s refreshing, if not a little uncomfortable. It’s nice, though, to feel the roars of the sky fall upon your skin and coat it with a shimmer reflected only on the side of your face from the light inside.

Hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into a full chest, contrastingly warmer to your back, that is now soaking wet having collected each droplet of rain as though it were a rare coin worth millions.

“What are you doing out here?” JJ asks. Her hand rests over the cotton bandage sticking to your neck, “You can’t get this wet.”

Without meaning to, you flinch, then relax back into the body of the woman you know will always catch you.

“Hey,” you whisper your reply, turning in the warm embrace, making sure not to break away from it or tempt JJ to loosen her grip in any way. You’d never tire of looking into those azure eyes, feeling your feet tingle under their warm gaze. A gaze filled now with worry and wonder.

“Hey,” she scans you over quickly, not quick enough that you don’t notice, but you let it slip, “ready to come in?”

The rain begs you to stay with each pitter and each patter against concrete. You want to stay, yet it’s something else inside you that says no. It’s the feeling of knowing something that feels this good, in excess, can do more harm than not, like candy.

JJ hadn’t likely meant to instil this message or the sudden revelation you were having when simply asking whether you were ready to come back in. Nonetheless, she had, and it wasn’t unwelcome. JJ had a way of doing that, secretly, telepathically or unknowingly. She broke down walls you didn’t you had up, and you loved her for it.

“Yes,” you nod and offer a smile.

Her fingers intertwine between your own as she returns your smile with one of her own, and though it’s pitiful and lacks the energy of her usual smiles, you appreciate it.

She pulls the both of you into the warmth of the house, and you close your eyes for a few moments, feeling the blood in your veins warm up, and the goosebumps on your arms settle. When you open your eyes, you see JJ scanning your body again, spending extra time on your soaked bandages and healing wounds that didn’t require covering.

JJ’s headstrong, she always has been, she’d call it resilience, whereas some would say stubborn, but either way, you’d never minded it when it was so easy to see past it. With her looking you over, you know she wants to help, mainly because it had killed her to know she couldn’t prevent what had happened.

“They’re wet,” you point out, following her gaze, “Help me change them?”

To say she was beaming at the opportunity would be inaccurate, but her smile changes from sorrowful to hopeful. It feels more genuine, and your heart swells at the sight of it.

Since the attack happened, JJ watched you change with each passing day. She saw your smile fade and your energy level dissipate. So, to hear you wanted to take care of yourself, with her help or even for her benefit, is a victory.

“I’ll get the stuff,” she begins to walk away, stopping momentarily before turning back around with a sudden purpose and longing in her eyes, “I could help you shower before we change the dressings. Maybe you’ll feel more comfortable if we get all that dried blood and grub off you.”

She’s not wrong. A shower would help. It’s the fact you’d have to come face-to-face with the damage done that's prevented you from doing so. And for some reason, anything you should be doing to look after yourself seemed the worst thing imaginable.

You look at her, the word ‘no’ dancing on your lips, but seeing the hope in her eyes makes you feel like saying it would just about shatter your heart.

“A shower couldn’t hurt,” you run your hands through your wet wire-like hair, “I guess I need one…”

She chuckles, and it’s like hearing pure sunshine. The brush of bright yellow splattered across a blacked-out canvas. For the first time in days, you feel that the grin on your face is genuine. It’s something you want more and more of; it’s been bubbling under the surface for days - that feeling of hopelessness - and that laugh has saved you, provided you that droplet of hope that you can cling to.

You take her hand, and things seem that little bit brighter, that little bit easier, and you fall that little bit more in love with the woman pulling you upstairs.

Honey. It was one of the first things you noticed about JJ; she smelt like honey and vanilla. Luckily it was something that, despite a year of dating, had yet to change. It was three months into the relationship when you realised it was her hair that smelt like honey because of her shampoo and her body like vanilla because of her body wash. Body wash that she was now gently and ritualistically lathering all over your body.

There’s something innately intimate about showering with someone, especially when anything sexual did not enter that small steamy cubicle, when wandering hands only had the purpose of cleaning and when love-filled eyes only looked into one another with unspoken words of affection and encouragement.

JJ’s hands run through your hair, distributing honey-scented goodness through each lock, then return to massage your scalp. There was nothing you could do to prevent yourself from closing your eyes and falling back into her for the second time that night. Hot water streams down the front of your body as the smell of JJ engulfs you, and you let her surround you, contently humming.

“You okay, baby?” JJ asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Mmm hmm.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She laughs, and god, that laugh. The piping-hot water pales compared to the sheer heat that radiates and coats your body when you hear that laugh.

After the shower, JJ walks you to the bed, insisting you get into your pyjamas and lay comfortably in bed. Once convinced, she makes her way back to the bathroom, and you listen, whilst changing, to her gathering the needed bits and bobs.

When she returns, you bite your bottom lip, trying not to laugh. Instead, you smile in awe as JJ walks towards you, trying to carry a whole hospital's worth of medical supplies. You dare not say anything because, after all, it’s JJ, and you know she wants nothing more than to be thorough.

She holds the disinfectant spray in her hand as though she is scared of it, and she thinks she's doing an excellent job of masking her hesitance. To her credit, she probably is. It's only that you've known her so long you can notice her moving ever so slightly slower and gripping into the bottle tight enough for a while tinge to appear over her knuckles.

“Ready?” the question, you have a feeling, isn't only aimed your way. Nevertheless, you nod along with her, and she studies her hand.

“Ready.”

JJ sits beside you on the edge of the bed and starts removing your gauze bandages, prioritising the one on your neck. It’s unmistakable. She looks at the wound, battling her own intuition knowing what will happen. She looks anyway, her eyes sadden, and her shoulders slump.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you tell her, placing your water-wrinkled hand atop hers, “It could have been any of us.”

“But it was you,” tears start to form in her eyes. She continues, “And I couldn’t protect you.”

Her tears seconds ago were born of sadness, yet now with her jaw clenched and her hand balled into a fist, it is evident sadness is no longer the predominant emotion.

“I should have been faster; I should have figured things out quicker; I should have-”

You cut her off, and she thanks you as her body relaxes into the sudden but welcome kiss. After you're sure her tears are dried, and her jaw is relaxed, you finish the kiss with one final peck and sigh against her lips.

“I'm okay now, and that's what matters,” you lean your furrowed forehead to JJ’s, “you found me. You saved me, JJ.”

“I’m supposed to be the one looking after you, and here you are trying to make me feel better.” she sniffles as she finally smiles again. It's a welcome sight.

You bring your hands to her tear-stained cheeks, taking your time to admire - despite having just been crying - how beautiful she is. When she sniffles again and shoots you a curious look, your heart swells, and your head drops to the side in awe.

“We take care of each other,” and by no means did JJ make looking after her an easy task, but you took the challenge every time, “and we always will.”

Prying one hand away from her face, you wriggle your pinky in front of her. She rolls her eyes but smiles, lets out an amused huff of air from her nose, and then somewhat playfully grapples onto your finger with her own.

“Always,” she says with sureness in her eyes and a sudden straightening of her spine before kissing your forehead. Her gaze lowers back to your neck, “let's finally change these.”

The hesitance previously displayed was nowhere to be seen. Now JJ moved with confidence and a kind of expertise. She pulls the gauze plaster entirely off your neck, rubbing away any leftover tacky bits left from the glue; they seem to bother her more than they bother you as she starts waging war on them, trying and failing not to rub a little harder than necessary.

She then sprays the disinfectant around your stitches, cleaning the surrounding area. Only twice, the cotton pad brushed against your wound, causing you to grimace, but you smile the second you see JJ grimace along with you. The look on her face is priceless and causes both of you to burst out laughing.

“I love you,” you whisper once the laughter dies down, “thank you.”

She doesn’t respond immediately, and you worry, but you see why her attention is elsewhere. Her bottom lip is wedged between her teeth, and she’s squinting at the numbers on the plastic packaging in her hands.

“It's this way,” you try to show her how to open it, and it's funny because she could do this sort of thing with her eyes closed, yet she slaps your hand away and continues to read. It's endearing, really, that she wants to make sure she's doing everything by the book, but the air is beginning the irritate your wound, and if it's not covered in two seconds, you might just-

“There!” JJ proudly exclaims, peeling the plastic layers away and covering up your wound, “Oh, and I love you too, and you're welcome.”

She's happy. She's proud. And though you were close to ripping your stitches out, it seems unimportant because JJ’s taking care of you, and more importantly, she wants to. So, you push your impatience aside and close your eyes as she cleans your other wounds and redresses them with the utmost care, and by the time she’s finished, you feel yourself floating off the bed in a tranquil state.

JJ sneaks away to dispose of all the old bandages and scarlet-coated swabs. When she returns, she slips onto the bed behind you, slides her legs beside your thighs and wraps her arms around your waist. Her nose nuzzles into your hair, and though you don’t see, you feel her lips curl as she smells her shampoo in your wet hair. Closing your eyes, you settle back into her, brushing your cheeks to her forehead and breathing in honey, letting the scent calm and wash over your whole body.

“I could fall asleep like this.” You mumble into her hair.

“I don’t think my back would thank you for it if you do,” JJ banters, her warm breath tickling your neck and warming your cheeks with a crimson hue, “but I’d do it for you.”

Pulling yourself forward and turning in JJ’s arms, you place a feather-light kiss on her soft lips. She responds quickly, tightening her grip and pulling you closer so there is no remaining space between your two bodies. Her lips move languishingly but purposefully.

“Bed?” you breathlessly murmur over her lips.

“Bed.” she eagerly nods.

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[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Makin' the Best of a Bad Situation

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader

Summary: When Rhett and you get caught in a heavy rainstorm, you must take shelter in an old abandoned barn. Soaking wet and shivering, the two of you find your own way of heating things up.

Word Count: 2685

TW: Steamy/Smut, Fluff, Frottage, Undressing Each Other, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship, Language, Rhett picks Reader up

Notes: This is the smuttiest thing I have ever posted so I hope you enjoy!

Thank you so much to @writercole for the three-word prompt "flowers, forever, run" with Rhett. And a big thanks to @lorecraft for beta reading and to @mayhem24-7forever and @musings-of-a-rose for reading it over and providing your support. I love you all!!!

A cool drop of water burst against your cheek, rousing you from your slumber. Your eyes flutter open in surprise and you see that the brilliant blue sky that had been above you for what seems like seconds ago has turned a dark, cloudy gray. 

As another drop of rain splashes against your skin, you turn your head where it is resting on Rhett’s chest and stare up at his still-sleeping face which is slightly obscured by the baseball cap he has pulled down low. He looks so peaceful when he is asleep– younger, less burdened. But as much as it pains you to wake him from his much deserved rest, you know it is necessary.

So, running your fingers across his chest, you murmur, “Baby, wake up. It’s starting to rain.”

Rhett mumbles something in his sleep and wraps his arm around your waist, drawing you in tighter against him. Smiling, you bend over and press your lips to his as the rain begins to fall more rapidly. “Come on, Sleeping Beauty. Get up.”

With a groan, he peels open one eye to stare at you from under the bill of his cap. “Whatcha on about?”

“It’s raining. And we’re still a ways away from the house. We gotta start heading back.”

He glances up at the sky as if it has just occurred to him that he is currently being rained on. Sighing, he gently rolls you off him and he heaves himself to his feet. Then he holds out his hands and helps you up. 

Once you are standing before him, Rhett brushes off a few petals and blades of grass that are clinging to your dress. But when he looks up at your face, you see him notice something over your shoulder that makes him freeze– his eyes growing wide –and he breathes, “Oh shit.”

Confused, you turn to see what he is looking at, and you gasp.

A wall of rain is traveling across the pasture heading straight towards your picnic spot. As you stare at it in disbelief, part of you can’t help but marvel at the sight. The seemingly solid mass of water is moving swiftly across the field, engulfing the land as it passed. You watch as it swallows up one of the fences, the posts disappearing into the massive storm. 

And the noise! It is a wonder you hadn’t noticed the sound before, but as it draws closer, it is impossible to ignore. The thunderous pounding of rain on the hard, dry ground is an ominous warning of what is coming.

You have only seen a storm like this once before and the rain was so bad it washed out your driveway, trapping you in your house for days. And this storm is heading straight for you. 

Rhett grabs your hand and yells, “Run!” 

“But our stuff!” You try to reach for the blanket the two of you had been laying on, but Rhett yanks you away as he urges you forward.

“It’ll be fine. Now go!”

Rhett half drags you along as his long legs outpace yours but you manage to keep up as you tear through the pasture heading for the house. Just a short time earlier, you and Rhett had been chasing each other through these same flowers before he had wrestled you down onto the blanket. But all the carefree fun of that time has been replaced by a frantic urgency as you try to outrun the worst of the storm. 

But you are just too far away from shelter. In minutes, the soft drizzling around you morphs into a torrential downpour. The hard raindrops sting your skin and within seconds, you are soaked to the bone. You squeeze Rhett’s hand as tightly as you can. Through the sheets of rain, you can only barely see him and you are scared that if his hand slips from yours, the two of you won’t be able to find each other again and you don’t relish the thought of weathering the storm all alone. 

Suddenly, your hand is pulled sharply to the left. You stumble slightly on the slippery grass but manage to stay on your feet. Over the pounding roar of the rain, it sounds like Rhett is attempting to shout something to you, but you can’t make it out. However, you trust he knows what he is doing and you continue to follow his lead.

A few moments later, a building suddenly emerges out of the blinding rain. You only manage a quick glance before Rhett pulls you inside, but it looks like an old feed barn of some kind. Rhett had once mentioned there were a few abandoned barns or storage sheds scattered around the property left from the days when the ranch had flourished. But as business dwindled and their herd got smaller, there wasn’t a need for all these buildings and the upkeep was costing them more than they were worth. So, the Abbotts had just forgotten about them.

This is apparent as you look around the space. Though there didn’t seem to be any lights in the barn, it is still bright enough outside in the storm to illuminate the space around you. Empty food containers and turned over crates are thrown haphazardly on the far side of the barn and you see several bird's nests up in the rafters. The roof is leaking in half a dozen places, rain pouring in and puddling on the hay-covered floor. However, the middle section of the barn has held up fairly well and you and Rhett are able to find a dry area to huddle together. 

Rhett stares out into the pouring rain as he pulls off his baseball cap, rings it out, and stuffs it into his back pocket. Shaking his head in disbelief, he turns towards you. Raising his voice to be heard over the rain pounding on the tin roof, he says, “What the hell was that? I ain’t ever seen a storm come on that fast. You alright?”

You shrug with a small smile. “Sure. It’s just a little water.” You look down at the sizeable puddle that has formed underneath your dripping form. “Well…. A lot of water.”

“Didn’t think it was supposed to rain ‘til tonight. Sorry our date was ruined.” Rhett reaches out and plucks the flower from where he had tucked it behind your ear earlier this afternoon. When he had placed it there, it had been lively and full. But now it hung limply in his fingers with half the petals missing. 

As he tosses it to the floor, you shake your head. “It wasn’t ruined! We had such a great time before the rain…. or at least I did. The rain doesn’t take that time away from us.”

“Guess that’s true,” Rhett admits. Then a small smile creeps across his face. “And I had a good time too. I’m glad you talked me into it.”

“See? I told you a picnic was a good idea!”

A small shiver runs across your skin as the wind blows through the barn carrying a mist of rain with it. Rhett notices and begins to look around for something to wrap around you. But there isn’t anything left like that in the barn. Finally giving up, he says, “Maybe you should just take off that dress. You’re never gonna dry off in that wet thing.”

“Oh!” You feel the heat blooming across your face. “I mean, that’s probably a good idea, but I’m not… I’m not wearing anything under it,” you admit shyly.

Rhett just chuckles. “I hate to tell ya, sweetheart, but that’s been pretty apparent since we got in here.” 

You glance down and notice he’s right. Your thin sundress has become practically see-through in its current soaked state as it clings tightly to your body and you feel your cheeks burn even hotter as you try to cover yourself.

But Rhett gently takes your hands and moves them aside. “Ain’t nothin’ I ain’t seen before. Besides, I’ve been imaginin’ takin’ this off you since the moment I saw you in it.”

His hands hover just above the straps on your shoulders, hesitating as he waits for your approval to continue. When you give him a small nod, he smiles and runs his hands across your shoulders and down your arms, pulling the straps down with them. Soon, your dress is pooled in a wet heap by your feet and Rhett takes a step back.

He’s right. He had seen you naked nearly a hundred times before. But that had always been in a bedroom or the shower or that one time in the back of his truck. Somehow it feels different– more vulnerable –to be standing bare in front of him in the middle of the day in an open barn. You feel so much more exposed, but as much as that terrifies you, you also feel a familiar heat begin pooling in your stomach.

And the heat only grows as you see how Rhett is looking at you. You didn’t know it was possible for someone to look like they wanted to lovingly worship every inch of you while simultaneously wanting to ravage your body senseless. Yet somehow, Rhett is managing it. His blue eyes darken several shades as they roam your body, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

And when you shift your eyes down to escape the heady weight of his gaze, you notice that his wet clothes are not doing a much better job at hiding his body than yours had been. His t-shirt clings to his stomach, accentuating the hard muscles you know lurk just beneath. And as your eyes drift lower, you gasp at the bulge straining in his jeans. Never have you seen him this turned on just from looking at you. Usually, it took a fair bit of teasing on your part to make a noticeable impression, but even then it was nothing like this. 

You squeeze your legs together as you try to suppress your own building desire, but Rhett notices immediately. His eyes flash and he reaches out to grasp your hip. Pulling you closer, he uses the other hand to cup your breast, his thumb ghosting over your hardened nipple. You melt into his touch, leaning your head back as a soft moan escapes your lips. He repeats the motion and you feel a shiver of pleasure run straight to your core.

With your neck exposed, Rhett leans in and begins sucking on the tender skin just above your collarbone. You had scolded him in the past for leaving marks in places you would either have to explain or try to cover, but you know he loves it when you show them off. Show the world that he has claimed you as his own. So, just this once, you let him. 

You tilt your head so he has a better angle and he begins to travel up your neck towards your jaw, alternating between sucking and kissing along the way. But when he reaches the spot just below your ear, you turn his head so you are staring at each other.

Running your finger over his full lips, you purr, “Why is it fair that I’m the only one not wearing clothes?” 

His eyes flash. “Guess it ain’t. Wanna help me fix that?”

“Of course, baby. Anything you want.”

Your hands slide under his shirt and over his firm stomach. In a reversal of his removal of your dress, you gather up the soaked fabric as your hands slowly travel up his chest. You stare at his face the entire time, relishing in the small twitches of his jaw or fluttering of his eyes as you go. 

Once his shirt has joined your dress on the floor, you begin to trail your hands across his broad frame. Your fingers trace the tattoo on his chest and you remember when you went with him to get it. How stoic and calm he was as the needle drove the ink deep into his skin, leaving a permanent mark. Much like how he drove into you later that night after he took you home. That had been your first time with Rhett, though certainly not the last. But even in those early days, you knew he was not someone you would ever be able to shake off. That night he had inked himself onto your soul and regardless of what your future holds, you know he will be a part of you forever.

As your hands continue their journey downward, you press yourself against him as you reach his belt. In doing so, your chest rubs against his, and your bare thigh brushes against the bulge in his pants. Now it’s his turn to let out a soft moan as his eyes slip closed. Smiling, you move your leg up and down, slowly caressing him through his jeans. But just as you feel him twitch against you, Rhett pushes you away. 

Panting slightly, he murmurs, “You keep that up, sweetheart, and I’m not gonna last more than a few minutes.”

“What’s wrong, Abbott? Do I have you all hot and bothered?” you tease, trying to ignore the throbbing between your own legs.

Rhett gives a shaky chuckle as he runs his fingers through his hair, slicking back the damp strands. “Oh, like ya wouldn’t believe. But I’m not ready for it to end just yet. Still got some things I wanna do to you.” He reaches out and takes your hand, placing it back on his belt buckle. “But first, I thought you said you’d help me with this.”

“I did,” you coo. Quickly, you undo the buckle and slip your hand inside the waistband of his jeans. Squeezing him through his boxers so he bucks into your hand, you say, “And then I’ll help you with this.”

Rhett growls as he grabs your wrist, causing you to release him. “What did I just say?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the rain.” He squeezes your wrist tighter, and you know you are just about to push him over the edge. You stare at him, your eyes daring him to make a move. “Maybe you should say it again… with more detail.” 

His expression is almost predatory; his smirk is all teeth with a lusty possessive gleam in his eye. If anyone else looked at you like this, it would terrify you. But on Rhett, it makes you want to drop to your knees and give him whatever he wants. The heat in your core begins to grow stronger, and you feel yourself getting wet between your legs once more. Only this time, it isn’t because of the rain.

Rhett releases your wrist and brings his hands up to cup the sides of your face. Drawing you closer until your faces are only a breath apart. “You wanna know what I’m gonna do to you?” You nod eagerly as his deep voice envelops you, causing your breath to hitch slightly in your chest. “First, I’m gonna make you fall apart again and again on my fingers until you are beggin’ for my cock. And I’ll only give it to ya if you use your words to ask nicely. Know that can be hard for you sometimes.”

You moan as you squeeze your legs together, trying to give yourself even the slightest relief. “Rhett… please…”

“Uh uh. Not yet, sweetheart.” He brushes the hair from your face, his grin widening at your neediness. “But I’ll make it worth the wait. Gonna fill you up just how you like and fuck you until my name is the only word you can remember. Is that enough detail for ya?”

“Yes!” you gasp. “Please, Rhett! Just like that! I need it! I need you!”

He presses his lips against yours, the kiss frenzied and heated as he lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around his hips. Breaking away for just a moment, he gasps, “Well you got me, sweetheart. Now and forever.”

Taglist (I am also tagging those who I usually tag on my side blog because I am not cross-posting this over there due to the more mature nature): @loverhymeswith, @babblydrabbly,  @lorecraft, @heart-0n-fire, @nerdysuperchick,  @hederasgarden,  @yespolkadotkitty, @green-socks, @mayhem24-7forever, @callsign-fox, @callsign-phoenix, @wildbornsiren, @lt-natrace, @superskittles, @wkndwlff, @rhettabbotts, @ryebecca, @yanna-banana, @lewmagoo, @basiccortez, @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy,  @fantasticcopeaglepasta, @blue-aconite, @luckyladycreator2, @nik2blog, @dumb-fawkin-bitch

[wildemaven]

Hola, sé que esto puede ser realmente muy específico, pero tú o tus seguidores pueden recomendarme fanfics de angustia con final feliz?

he leído varios, pero puede que haya alguno que no conozca (cualquier Pedro boy)

Gracias por tratar a todos en el fandom por igual, realmente eres demasiado linda 💕

¡Hola, dulce Anon!

¡Eres tan amable de decir eso y estoy tan feliz de que estés aquí! 💕

¡¡Me encanta una buena ficción angustiada!! Sé que hay un montón que también tiene finales felices. Esto es lo que tengo hasta ahora y si alguien tiene sugerencias, ¡por favor compártalas!

Hello, Sweet Anon!!

You’re so kind to say that and I’m so happy you’re here!! 💕

I love a good angsty fic!! I know there’s a bunch that have happy endings too. Here’s what I have so far and if anyone has suggestions, please share!!

Between the Raindrops - on AO3

Telltale Heart - @astroboots

Love in the Dark @lavendertales

Heat @furious-rogue-stuff

Insomnia @iamskyereads

Second Chance @kteague

[ansixilus]

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @peyurtle thank ye kindly. I benefit here from a habit for poetical naming, though I have to pull from several sources since my organization is as scattered as my muse's time-share schedule.

Black Wings in Twilight

Topsy Turvy, Purple and Red

Dancing on Cracking Glass

Not What We Seem

Waxing Moon

Summoned, Newmade

Dragon Below, Horizon Eyes

Semiautomagic

Lines in the Fog

The God Machine

Raythe Wormwood

Unity

Xenophon's Song

My Beloved Desert

A Touch of the Beyond

We're Monsters, Not Monstrous

The Monarchs

Keystone Research

Wolf

Raindrop on a Bending Leaf

Glass Masks

System Ghost

My Roommate, the Unspeakable Horror

Who Cares if I was Raised by a Wolf

Overthrow the Reign of Madness

Never Dead Which Eternal Burns

Stitching Together Fates and Shadows

And these ones don't exactly have WIPs, but they're rattling about in my head no less

The End of Wars

Thumb Bone Doorways

A Second Chance at Happiness

I'm A Magic Man

Okay, you made me trawl through my WIP folder and dig up stories long forgotten, fair enough. No, they aren't in much of any order, so the developed ones I'm actually working on are scattered in amongst the old snippets.

I'm pretty sure I don't know enough other writers, nor writer-adjacent folk, let alone as mutuals, but I'll try:

@asexualmonsterfucker Dearest friend, woe be upon thee

@humormehorny I think you're writer-adjacent???

@ernmark I think that's your writer aspect?

@yourozness you're in fandom, close enough

@lynnestra44 Finally, an unambiguous person I sort of know who writes things!

@mageofeternity I think I know who you are under there

@wizardlyghost wait, no, you're, but, who? I? Wha?

@nagia-pronounced-neijia HOW DID I NOT KNOW BEFORE NOW YOU'RE A FANDOM WRITER?

@cinturon-cadena

@thebutterflyoficeandwisteria

@esgiel if you're who I think you are... and if not oh well

@iron-mage

@imsorrywhatsalifeagain I think you do stuff???

@stormfalcon2018 cheap shot, ayyyy!

@hihogandalfaway

@ageblue You're in my notes and therefore my field of fire, have fun!

@kingofthesafetypins do you do things? I don't remember

Okay I'm running out of time this will have to do okay I love you byebye!

[justporo]

10 CHARACTERS!

rules: pick 10 characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people!

aye, @tripleyeeet thank you for the tag - I'm sorry I take forever to do stuff like this mostly, I'm just a loser with these kinds of things, sorry...

Astarion - not to anyone's surprise, lol. But he has to go first - this character has me in a chokehold and goddamn he changed quite a few things in my life - for one, I started writing again and posting fanfics online and now I'm here!

2. Kaz Brekker - I prefer the book version though. He's such a great character, he's such a snarky genius and such a bastard - I love him. And Six of Crows was also my first read by Leigh Bardugo and now she's one of my favourite authors!

3. Big Boss/Venom Snake - For some still unkown reason I got really into MGS5 when it came out and am still a big fan of the MGS and Kojima to this day (although I haven't even played all the games, lol).

4. Ellie Miller - Last of Us Part 1 I could only watch as Lets Plays but I got into TLOU Part 2 myself and I love the story and Ellie especially although my heart still hurts - and probably always will.

5. Loki - I got into online fandoms because of that fucker. So in a way he paved the way for Astarion and my content today, adhwqfhef.

6. Hannibal Lecter - Gosh dang, he's such a perfect villain. One of my absolute faves. I could write you an 15 page essay on why I think Hannibal is a spectualar show over all - and also Mads Mikkelsen is amazing!

7. D.Va - Back when I was biiiig into Overwatch she was one of my absolute favourites. Girl in a big mecha wrecking ass - sign me up!

8. Jinx - I've loved her from when she was introduced to League. I love her design and how crazy she is and was especially happy she was such a big part in Arcane.

9. Geralt of Rivia - White-haired men just are my thing apparently... I love his grumpy ass and how his heart is ultimately in the right place despite him acting like he's an asshole.

10. Cristina Yang - I'm still not through with watching Grey's Anatomy but Cristina is and always will be my fave from the show!

I'm tagging: @megs-98 @tavdraws @tragedybunny @tatterings @micropoe10 @bearhugsandshrugs @azaani-art @the-littlest-raindrop @smaranshakthi @aurasyn (only if you wanna and also anyone else that wants to join!)

[midnight-moth]

1,9,17 and 28.

Yes, I'm being greedy again!!

Hehe I am the same and want to send 4 or 24 …

1. How many words have I written? Well I only have the count from ao3. It doesn’t include the stuff on tumblr that I never posted on ao3.

388,318 words!

Considering I’ve had writers block for 6 months I guess that isnt nothing.

9. Favorite pairing? Kilonova Raindrop (honourable mention Aurora/Mist cause I will be living vicariously through them when I continue writing it and I love them)

17. My fav character to write? Kilonova Dew, I really just dumped everything into him. I love him. He is my baby.

28. Uh. Big surprise. Kilonova. It is my child. But also because I met so many people online and a few irl because of it. And I know we started talking before it. But I think raindrop was integral to the formation of our friendship. And also just that literally anyone cared to read it. It started off soooo rough. I don’t know how anyone can get through the first 30 chapters. Any time anyone tells me they like it or have any feelings about it whatsoever it blows my mind a little. Esp because even tho there isn’t a lot of canon lore for ghost from the source material, I still think that there’s some pretty well established fandom lore and Kilonova doesn’t follow most of it. Ok I’m done I can talk about waffles forever and you know it.

Thanks for asking :)

[inukag]

Hello, so I'm not heterosexual (I'm ace) and as you can tell I do like one of those ships in the poll. I thought your language was very harmful. Now, I'm not here to say those characters are nice people but that doesn't mean their fans like them because they are "hetero" and just like a hot guy. They are good characters and had cool dynamics with Kagome (yes that's subjective and you might disagree with it but some people did enjoy it). I do agree that Sango should have been on the poll but there are legit reasons people enjoy darker ships or enemies to lovers trope, they can be engaging to some. So to dismiss it as just "hetero girls liking a hot guy" is very bad. The reason I'm sending you this ask is because I think you are a good person and might recieve well my comment. I considered sending an anon but I wanted you to "see" me as we talk and I hope I don't get any harassment over this from others. Anyway, thank you for reading.

First of all thank you for sending this message non-anonymously! I know it can be stressful but it is definitely better for discussions. If I see anyone sending you hate over this I will fight them personally.

When I said “this fandom is painfully straight” I did not mean “every single person who likes these ships is straight”, that would be ridiculous. But it IS a straight ship. My point is that gay ships are almost never taken seriously in this fandom, as shown by the fact that people ship Kagome with all the male characters she canonically doesn’t like before shipping her with girls that she actually likes. I find that sad. Literally the only gay ship in this fandom that has a sizable fanbase is Inu/sess, but that’s another can of worms.

I’m not here to change anyone’s mind about sess/kag or kog/kag, I’m very much a ‘ship and let ship’ person. Those ships have existed for years so I know very well that me saying “Kagome Higurashi would never canonically love these guys” is not going to change anyone’s mind. So I’ll spare you the whole rant but I’ll say that I’ve read some sess/kag stuff (Raindrops and other fanfics I found years ago) and I’ve never seen Sesshomaru portrayed as anything other than a kind, suave, gentleman who saves Kagome from Inuyasha the toxic, two timer. His canonical racism and lack of empathy for others is gone. So I have a hard time believing people when they tell me they love the ship because it’s a “sexy villain/heroine, enemies to lovers ships” lol. Anyway like I said, I’m not going to change your mind and you won’t change mine, so no need to argue about this.

Also for added context regarding the “gay ships aren’t taken seriously” issue, a couple weeks ago a bunch of people on Twitter (inukag shippers) made tweets saying they were “disgusted” by the fact that many people headcanon Moroha to be a lesbian. That her blushing at and complimenting girls is “not evidence that she’s gay” and that the “real canon” is that she will end up with Koga’s son (who doesn’t even exists in any Inuyasha media!!!). It’s not an isolated issue with Sesshomaru or Koga fans, as I pointed out the people doing this were inukag shippers and they were called out by other inukag shippers. This fandom as a whole is just not the most friendly when it comes to lgbt+ stuff.

So yeah, I have nothing else to add. I don’t see how my language was harmful if I’m being honest. Regardless of people’s own sexual/romantic orientations this fandom mostly talk about and support straight ships. This isn’t really a call to action either, I’m not telling people what to ship, I was just jokingly pointing that out and hoping that next time people would just consider the fact that gay ships exists as well.

Thanks again for the message and I’ll take this time to remind everyone following me that I use the tag #<ship/character>-critical tag when I criticize stuff, so you can blacklist that if you follow me and don’t want to see negativity about characters or ships that you love. I didn’t tag my first reblog of the poll so that’s my bad, I’ll go back and fix that.

[tempenensis]

Oh 😅, well thank you. I appreciate you ready through and replying to the ask! It really is hard parsing out what is reasonable fandom headcanons and what it is we know since we don't know a lot so it's a relief to hear from someone I respect that I'm on the right track.

I really love your addition! Gojo was raised to be an essential part of the jujutsu society, and he's one of the pillars now. I think he doesn't know how to stop being that, but he's also aware that if he stepped away, the jujutsu society would be in danger. I do think he was raised to have a believe that the society and the collective should be Gojo's first concern and that his self is secondary to the whole. It's not that he's self sacrificial, but that's only because it's so unlikely that he will die that I don't think he typically goes into battle feeling like he has his life on the line... It seems more like he has this heavy knowledge that his entire life is already wagered on a long term goal and that he's going to be doing the sorcerer job for his whole life. He's tired of seeing people die for it and this is part of why he wants strong comrades, he wants people who won't leave him and doesn't mind if he's left behind.

(may I take the name raindrop anon on your blog? Thank you so much again!)

Hi, of course you can take the name!! I'm glad if you found my answer helpful or interesting - that's all I hope doing this stuff lol

Yup, you're right. Since fundamentally, he's part of the Gosanke, one of the cornerstones of the jujutsu society, protecting the jujutsushi becomes a responsibility that he has to bear, maybe even since very young. I think he thinks protecting jujutsu society as his giri (義理). Basically it means obligation or duty to society but the actual concept is more complex than the definition implied. Although Gojou listens a lot more to his ninjo or emotion, but I do think the giri as one of Osanke still keep him in his place.

[hua-liansimp]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

tagged by @jesse-is-spiralling thank you it was lots of fun!

How many works do you have on ao3?

20

What's your total ao3 word count?

105,809

What fandoms do you write for?

Tgcf, genshin impact, kny and no home are the fandoms I have more than 1 published works in, but I have wips for witch hat atelier, svsss, mdzs, harry potter, hsr, jjba and bg3

Top five fics by kudos:

Aniki is Getting Married?! (ayaitto)

I See The Crystal Raindrops Fall (inotan)

The Night Breeze Carries Something Sweet (inotan)

Raccoon Dianxia Finds Treasure! (hualian)

Confession (Eunyung/Haejoon)

Do you respond to comments?

Mostly yes!:) I'm not always sure what to say, but comments mean a lot to me, and I respond whenever I can:)

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't really write sad endings, but maybe To Darken Fading Summer Skies. It's pretty short, though, and I actually have a sequel outlined (will it see the light of the day?) with a happy ending, so none, hehe.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm not sure! 95% that are finished are happy:)

Do you get hate on fics?

People have always been very sweet:)

Do you write smut?

I've written smut before, but I wouldn't consider it my main genre at all. I love reading smut though, and I have great respect for those who write it well! It's hard! It's a skill! Tell me your secret!

Craziest crossover:

I have never written a crazy crossover (I dream of the day I will be able to write a fic like how many old gods does it take to end a war (marvel x tgcf) by unfortunategay. I'm still obsessed).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, I don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, twice, it's the greatest honor!:) I have one fic translated into Italian and one into Russian.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No. It sounds a little scary, but I'm sure it's probably lots of fun! One day, I'd love to try!

All time favourite ship?

Hualian, all the way. They're everything I like in a ship; opposites who are more similar than how they first appear, outcasts who find a meaning and a home in the other, people who suffered too much but still get to have a happy ending. They're tragic but happy, they're obsessive but healthy, and the best thing is that they can't even be separated by death.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's a wolfstar canon-divergence fic I really want to write where an accident happens during The Prank and it changes everything, even the war. Writing long stories scares me though, but I still hope I'll push through one day. Oh, and there's also a very smutty omegaverse-like durgetash fic I want to write with the original Dark Urge, but well, smut isn't my strength hehe.

What are your writing strengths?

Semi-good ideas, maybe? Also, somehow I feel like I write animals well. It's probably because of Gerald Durrell books.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually writing. I'm so bad at finishing stuff. I struggle to get the descriptions to flow well, I overanalyze everything, and as someone whose first language isn't english, I'm always very scared that my sentences end up very awkward and strange without me having the faintest idea, but I suppose these are all things that should get better with practice. Still, it's a struggle.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I haven't been in a spot yet where I had to write dialogue in another language like that. I love when other authors do it, especially when it's latin or french or a language I have no idea about (google translate go brr).

First fandom you wrote in?

Miraculous Ladybug, and I wrote smut(!) in my mother language when I was like 13-14? Thankfully it is lost to time (or is probably in my old friend's dms, but I won't go digging). Those superheroes had a chokehold on me and so many of my classmates.

Favourite fic you've written?

Right now it's probably Next time, bring a napkin; I think it turned out funny.

Consider yourself tagged and invited to do this challenge if it appears on your dash and you're in any way interested!:)

[unhappy-last-resort]

Welcome to the Unhappy Last Resort.

Update, please read

This is a yandere blog. I will also reblog monster fics (mostly smut) on occasion, you can block my monster fucker tag to avoid seeing them.

This is an 18+ blog, read at your own discretion.

Most recent fic:

A Puppet In A Bamboo Forest (Yandere Roland x GN Reader) - Forced kiss, broken bones, surgery

Delusions (Yandere Simon x GN Reader) - SMUT, worship

Raindrops (Noan x GN Reader) - ANGST, not yandere

Counting Minutes (Roland x GN Reader)

What Lovers Do (Roland x GN Reader) - NON CON

Vote on a poll:

Who would you like to see a yan fic for? - PGR ENDED

Now that the disclaimers are done, this is my reading blog where I sometimes post fics, currently only yandere pgr because there aren't many yandere pgr fics and I'm desperate.

FAQ

This is a Dead Dove Do Not Eat blog

You can send asks or whatever, I currently don't have any rules on that.

I'm open to receiving requests

You can call me Unhappy or Mirae, whichever you like.

I mostly write darker/intense yandere's. I like the horror aspect of yandere's and putting emphasis on their delusions

Yes, you will occasionally see genshin reblogs here as well as other fandoms. I don't intend to write any of them except for possibly Lyney and Cyno in the future

under the cut is a brief guide to my tags.

AO3 Link, Masterlist

Unhappy favorites - my favorite fics, mostly not written by me

Unhappy answers - anon asks

Unhappy writings - my fics

Unhappy drabbles - as it says, my drabbles and what not

Unhappy laments - me saying bs

All those tags are on this post for easy access. This is a link to my old pinned because I don't feel like retyping all the tags I use to find my debauchery

[still-july]

bossuet

[dhmisocsquad]

DHMIS OC HUNGER GAMES!

Today is the big day! The squad is set, and tensions are high. Who will win the epic head pats from Tony? All that, and more, NOW!

Our Cast for this Hunger Games! From top to left-

-Alice the Painting @eriiisc​

-Molly the Mailbox @syazam-whazam​

-Confetti Joe @sonia-aquamarineson​

-Aida Medhart the Medkit @raindrop-righteous​

-Ross @redmodc

-Shade the Sunglasses @ridiculous-concepts​

-TeVi @creative-time​

-Tina @brazzilianbuddy​

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

The simple health shape grabs a sword and the literal cigarette is surprisingly not bright, this game already unhinged. 

Becky is not playing around.

A team-up already? Neat!

That concludes the opening blood bath, still a lot of ocs alive! However, the day is not over...

Damn... A visceral kill from Howdy.  😳

Just love how stuff is popping off in this pic, and TeVi is just looking for water.

A wild skirmish ended Alice’s and Ross’ time in the games. And that horse is definitely more bloodthirsty than it seems...

same.

Wholesome partnership, haha. Now for something less wholesome...

A salute to our fallen tributes... Ross and Alice fought well! Now, night falls...

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS BACK TO BACK, WHAT IN THE WORLD.

Psychological or physical?

.....what?

A crazy first night, that's for sure. Next day!

DAY 2

A brutal start to day 2!

Tina’s off chasing butteflies, and Aida team-up with a triangle to hunt other ocs. I am really loving this game so far 😂

A Molly and Shade team-up and Confetti Joe offs cigarette... Good! Never liked that guy anyways. And now, we pay our respecs...

R.I.P TeVi, they never got to kill anyone. :’(  Also I still can’t believe they drowned the rain.

same. 

Awww, a nice moment between Molly and Aida amidst the chaos!

Colin doesn’t want to live on this planet anymore, and I can totally imagine Sketchbook fending them off a stick.

DAY 3

WOW.

THAT TINY ASS TRIANGLE KILLED TINA, OH MY GOD

AW MAN. Aida and Tina fought so hard! AND TINA GETS TAKEN OUT BY A GODDAMN TRIANGLE  💀💀

And with those unfortunate causalities, there’s more dead than alive... We’ve officially reached the HALFWAY POINT.

Currently still in the game is Molly the mailbox, Shade the Sunglasses, and Confetti Joe!

Who will prevail? Who will fail? How many times am I gonna ask similar questions? Not for long, because we’re hurdling toward the end game!

These are two totally different people, haha.

An object with no body and limbs helps an object with no body, yea okay.

......................yea okay. Moving on to a special event!

DAY 4 - THE FEAST

raw meat fight. Raw Meat Fight. RAW MEAT FIGHT! RAW MEAT FIGHT!

rip goop guy and horse.

Lmao, thats one way to go, ig 😂

Rest in reeses pieces.

The alliance of a century continue to support each other!

Shade probably started that fire illegally somehow.

At least she died with a smile on her face :’)

DAY 5

Damn they wrecked that guy’s shit!

F.

Colin canonically died from missing Alice.

Mans is humming with no mouth, smh.

DAY 6

ITS HEATING UP NOW!!

Confetti Joe and Money Man are out on the prowl!

And I don’t think Shade could ever convince a man with a soulless face like that...

rip the bois.

MONEY MAN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DAY 7 - THE SHOWDOWN!??

What a maneuver! 

And with sound of two cannon shots...

A victor is crowned and reigns supreme!

THE WINNER IS CONFETTI JOE!!!!!!!!

CONFETTI JOE SWEEP. He’s reached the top and obtained access to the fabled Tony headpats!

May the sins from the bodies he left skewered by his hook, be cleansed by the soothing touch of Tony the talking clock.

I appreciate everyone who wanted to join in on the fun. This was really an excuse to have fun with the fandom and expose others to some really cool don’t hug me I’m scared ocs! Hopefully you had a laugh, and this inspires some gnarly fan art. Maybe we can do it again sometime, but until then... always remember that Becky Sloan herself strangled a sentient magnet, and then in turn, got speared by a sentient cigarette in the abdomen!

Buh-bye! 👋 👋

[thesoleilla]

Flufftober Day 20: Bedtime stories

Masterlist Fandom : bungo stray dogs

Ship: Atsushi x reader

Tags/warnings : Mentions of suicide because there are mentions of Dazai, mentions of abuse because Atsushi

He always tells you about the silly stuff that happened at the agency, to forget about the other untold stories of his past.

It was a rainy thursday night, both laying in bed next to eachother, hands tight around the other's; looking at the raindrops on the window.

Your day had been boring, to say the least. You had a lame office job that you didn't even know the purpose of, and your colleagues were all as boring as the job.

The only thing you looked forward to in your day was Atsushi. That enthusiastic man, your husband; who always found himself trying to lake you smile. And it worked. In fact he didn't even have to try, seeing him was enough.

"Guess what Dazai did today! That man..." Atsushi casually whispered, hugging you from behind. The warmth was nice, to say the least.

"I don't know 'sushi.. what did he do?"

"He didn't attend the meeting just because he was "contemplating wether falling from a building would hurt"! Can you believe it?"

He went on and on about Dazai's antics until he fell asleep... just like he always did. He always wanted to brighten your days by telling stories... but other than the agency his stories weren't really the happiest. He didn't want to talk about it. He knew he'd have to do so at some point, but for now, the present was interesting enough of a distraction.

You always wondered how his childhood really was, every little detail. But you wouldn't force him to tell you. As long as he's safe in the present, with you, it's all that mattered.

@flufftober

Sorry this is short, I'm pretty tired because I hate school lol

[urfavsherlockholmeskinnie]

Heyo y'all ! :)

So I've been a bit inactive recently and I just got back so I wanted to share with you that song that a very good friend of mine made!

She worked really hard on that song and it's really good so I wanted yo help her a bit to promote it

The song is about losing someone very dear to you and even if the original meaning is about a sapphic one sided love, it can be interpreted in a lot of other ways such as friendship or even grief

(also I think it can be a very good song for sad edits and since most of my followers are from the marauders fandom I know that y'all love sad and angsty stuff lmao)

Anyway here are the lyrics of the chorus and thanks to those of you who'll go take a look :)

"I loved walking in the storm while you were by my side

But now I'm just freezing cold, my broken heart behind

The raindrops join my tears on a path along my lips

I hope they'll rip off my skin, and take your smell away from me"

[fiannans]

Raindrops (Mass Effect Andromeda, Rydaal)

Title: Raindrops Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 642 Rating: PG Pairing: Female Ryder/Jaal Ama Darav Summary: Written for the “dancing in the rain” weekly prompt in @ashalle-art’s server. Sara, Jaal and Liam celebrate after witnessing an important milestone in Eos’s recovery.

Read on AO3.

As she drove across the dusty surface of Eos, Sara’s mind wandered over all the things she had to do when they got back to the Tempest; a Pathfinder’s duty never ends, she’d been amused to learn, even after saving the galaxy and finding everyone new homes.

All those things could wait until after she’d showered and eaten, though. The first thing she wanted to do was take a long, hot shower and wash off the dust that seemed to cling to everything on Eos. Then, she was going to stuff her face until she passed out. It had been hours since they’d stopped for lunch and she was starving. Drack was on dinner duty tonight. That meant something meat-based, probably roasted. Her mouth watered in anticipation.

Her pleasant food daydream was interrupted when Liam leaned forward from the backseat of the Nomad, pointing at the sky through the windshield. “Are those rain clouds?”

Sara looked up from the narrow dirt track she was following—it hardly deserved to be called a road—and squinted at the horizon.

“Huh,” she said, in surprise. “Would you look at that…I think they are rain clouds. SAM?”

“They do appear to be nimbus type clouds commonly associated with precipitation, Pathfinder,” the AI informed her.

The three of them—Sara, Liam and Jaal, who’d been snoring quietly in the passenger seat beside her for the last hour until their voices had roused him—all looked at the clouds in wonder, each of them understanding what a significant milestone this was in the planet’s recovery.

Rain. On Eos. Something that would have sounded impossible only a few months ago. Even after seeing the evidence for herself on multiple worlds, Sara never stopped being amazed at the power of the Vaults…or the mysterious people who’d built them.

“Stop the Nomad!” Liam cried suddenly.

“What? Why?” Sara slammed her foot on the brake, making them all jerk forward in their seats. Jaal shifted uncomfortably and grumbled something about aliens under his breath.

“I just saw a raindrop,” Liam said, pointing at a wet spot that had appeared in the fine coating of dust on the windshield. “Look, there’s another one!”

Sara opened the doors and they all piled out of the Nomad quickly and stood around it, looking up at the sky. For a moment it seemed like nothing would happen, then Sara felt a drop of water land on her cheek. She wiped it off, but it was quickly followed by another on her forehead, then more and more as the clouds finally opened and rain poured down.

Sara let out a loud whoop of joy and seized Liam’s face in her hands, kissing him hard on the mouth. She pulled away before he could react, leaving him blushing and spluttering. Jaal grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off her feet, spinning her around. He set her down again and bent her backwards smoothly in a passionate kiss that took her breath away.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough, guys,” Liam interrupted after the kiss had gone on for a while (but not long enough, in Sara’s slightly dazed opinion). “I’m still here, remember?”

“Sorry,” Sara said with a laugh when Jaal released her. Liam shook his head at them—you two are hopeless, his expression said—but he was smiling. They were all drenched by this point, but none of them cared.

“We should return to the Tempest and inform the others of this development,” Jaal told them.

“Right!” Sara said, switching back into Pathfinder mode. She grinned and couldn’t help bouncing a little, drops of rainwater flying from the tips of her hair. “I can’t wait to tell Cora and Suvi.”

Jaal took her hand and squeezed it silently, looking at her with a gentle smile and eyes full of love and affection. Sara squeezed back, beaming at him.

“Let’s go home.”