KIRA DANIELS

⋆˚꩜｡~ sex & confessions .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

JAMES FLEAMONT P

|| TEEN PREGNANCY!

CLARISSE LA RUE

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆~ sex & candy .ᐟ aphrodite child!u .ᐟ wlw

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

ʚଓ ⋆.˚~ cuddles and rain .ᐟ werewolf!u .ᐟ wlw

CLARISSE LA RUE

｡𖦹°‧ ⤷ kissing .ᐟ daughter of aphrodite! u .ᐟ wlw

SCOTTIE ZAJAC

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ~ studding & sex .ᐟ short intro .ᐟ wlw

SYDNEY BROWAN

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪~ bail me out .ᐟ butch!oc x femme!u .ᐟ wlw

JAMES FLEAMONT P

|| AWKWARD CHRISTMAS BREAK!

0ARC- SEVIKA

|| BABY GIRLS!

0ARC- VI

♬♪|| HOT N’ COLD !ANGST!

JAMES FLEAMONT P

♡|| THE YULE BALL

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ࣪ ˖ reverency .ᐟ davinci outcast!u .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- VI

♡♪|| THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY NECK

MIZU

|| UH… HELLO? (MODERN!AU)

CAMP HALF-BLOOD

⛭|| EARLY MORNINGS AT CAMP!

PHOEBE SPENGLER

|| BATHROOM MAKEOUT SESSIONS!

CINDY BERMAN

|| CONFISCATION OF CIGARETTES!

PANSY A PARKINSON

⏾⋆.˚~ just a fling, right? .ᐟ gryffindor!u .ᐟ wlw

PHOEBE SPENGLER

|| SUMMER JOB AT RAY’S OCCULT!

VALENTINA ORTIZ

🏒|| Sore Muscles

MAYA BISHOP

₊˚⊹ᰔ~ found out .ᐟ station 19 .ᐟ wlw

CLARISSE LA RUE

⏾⋆.˚~ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 .ᐟ Hypnos child!u .ᐟ wlw

LOTTIE MATTHEWES

౨ৎ˚₊‧ ~ post-game praise .ᐟ pre-crash .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- SEVIKA

|| ALMOST FORGOTTEN BIRTHDAYS

VERONICA FISHER

|| POST-LOVEMAKING!

JAMES FLEAMONT P

|| ORDER MEETINGS! (JAMES VERSION)

0ARC- VI

❤️|| SILK SHEETS

CLARISSE LA RUE

⋆. 𐙚 ˚~ fights .ᐟ clarisse ver .ᐟ wlw

JAMES FLEAMONT P

|| WATCHING YOU DANCE!

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

⋆˚꩜｡~ birds & bad dreams .ᐟ avian outcast!u .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- MADDIE NOLAN

📄|| KISSES AND QUESTIONS

3JPN- THALIA GRACE

ᯓᡣ𐭩 || NO ONE HAS TO KNOW! !HUNTER X HUNTER, WLW!

DEENA JOHNSON

|| MAKING LOVE! !NO MURDERS AU!

EMILIA VASQUEZ

.☘︎ ݁˖ ~ surprises .ᐟ cop!e x journalist!u .ᐟ wlw

TREVOR SPENGLER

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ~ fight or flight .ᐟ mechanic!u .ᐟ mlw

RUBY SHAAN

BISTRO HUDDY || RUNNING TABLES! !SERVER USER!

SIRIUS ORION B

|| COMING HOME TO YOU! !DEATH EATER AU!

SIRIUS ORION B

|| ORDER MEETINGS

NANCY WHEELER

ৎ୭ ~ back home .ᐟ harrington/addict!u .ᐟ wlw

KIRA DANIELS

ᯓᡣ𐭩~ sore ribs & sorer egos .ᐟ tw!blood .ᐟ wlw

REYNA RAMIREZ

|| TOURING CAMP HALF-BLOOD!

SABINE

⋆⁺₊❅. superstar shit : dominick fike .ᐟ sso .ᐟ wlw

PHOEBE SPENGLER

|| SMOKING!

MAC JACKSON

⊹ . ݁˖ ~ firefly .ᐟ firefighter x civilian .ᐟ wlw

HUNTER BLAKE

|| UNDER HER SKIN!

LOUISE MONTGOMERY

ᰔ ₊˚⊹ ~ daughter of a cop- tv girl .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

AKINITSIVUK KALLUK

ꉂ`𖦹. ~ hate sex .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- VI

🍺|| REBOUND HOOKUPS AND PILLOW-TALK

DOCTOR GAIL MENDOZA

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ snowflakes, stories & sex .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

SVETLANA YEVGENIVNA

|| SORE MORNINGS

ZOYA NAZYALENSKY

|| BACK FROM THE FRONTLINES!

MAX BLACK

⋆.˚ ~ mornings .ᐟ cop!u : 2 broke girls .ᐟ wlw

6ITSV- MILES MOEALES

🕸|| MAKEOUT SESSIONS

0ARC- VI

*✿|| SLEEP TALKIN' AND SWEET TALKIN'

MAYSILEE DONNER

|| WYATT’S DEAD!

4OTH- NADIA VULVOKOV

🚬|| CIGARETTE DAYDREAMS

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

⋆.𐙚 ̊~ prank day & lipgloss .ᐟ tw!blood .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- SEVIKA

♘|| FEELINGS OF UNWORTHINESS

LRBAR- NORA MALAKIAN

☆|| LEARNING TO PLAY THE GUITAR!

VYRO WESTON

ᥫ᭡. ~ butch for butch .ᐟ alpha x alpha .ᐟ wlw

MAX MAYFIELD

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 scraped knees .ᐟ st : no coma!max .ᐟ wlw

2OC- MORGAN WATSON

🍺|| BUTCHES & BARS, BABY (WLW)

1B99- ROSA DIAZ

🌞|| MORNING AFTER (WLW)

PANSY A PARKINSON

₊°｡❆ christmas kisses & coughs .ᐟ mixed!u .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- VI

☆|| BAD DAYS

0ARC- VI

🍺|BALCONIES AND BEVERAGES

GENERAL AMAYA

|| INSIDE PRIVATE QUARTERS!

0ARC- VI

★|| NIGHTMARES! (REVAMPED!)

KIRA DANIELS

₊˚⊹ ᰔ ⤷ sad fiancée .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

MAYSILEE DONNER

|| COVEY MUSIC !BEFORE THE GAMES AU!

ZOYA NAZYALENSKY

|| SHE DEFINITELY MISSED YOU!

PHOEBE SPENGLER

|| CAN YOU HELP ME?

SABINE

⋆⁺₊❅. christmas eve and birthdays .ᐟ sso .ᐟ wlw

EMILIA VASQUEZ

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ~ called in on her day off .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

TAMAR KIR-BATAAR

|| THE WAR ROOM! !Feat. Zoya, Genya, Nikolai!

DANNY TORREZ

⋆˚꩜｡~ lunch break .ᐟ butch!oc x fem!u .ᐟ wlw

3PJN- THALIA GRACE

ᯓᡣ𐭩 || THE HOLIDAYS

ROSA DIAZ

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ~ almost girlfriend .ᐟ rosa ver. .ᐟ wlw

ROBIN BUCKLEY

⋆.𐙚 ̊ ~ scoops ahoy .ᐟ st : szn 3 .ᐟ wlw

JAKE PERALTA

⊹₊⟡⋆~ almost-girlfriend .ᐟ a bit nsfw .ᐟ mlw

LEXA KOM TRIKRU

It started out as hate sex, I think. We couldn't stop staring at each other, wondering what the other would look like naked. It was after Rowan brought her back that it started. She was angry, I let her be angry. She is reasonably angry, I put a bird in a cage. A bird such as her... many desire to cage her, but at least here she's safe. But wild things such as her bite the hands that feed them at any turn. I told them not to punish her; why break such a spirit? I don't mind being bitten all that much, anyhow. We're in the war room, a flurry of passion. I'm on the map table, papers pushed out of the way. My armour is partially unbuckled and my breastplate has been torn off, so she can touch my skin. She has a special affinity for breasts, one that I don't understand. I prefer her lips most of all, her eyes are a close second. Whatever she's doing feels good, but I don't look down. I look up at the ceiling, my hand fisten in her hair. I'll take her how I can have her, but every time we do this is a reminder I didn't need that she doesn't love me the way I love her. I can't say I blame her, really. I left her people to die in Mount Weather. She stops whatever she's doing, and grabs my face. "Lexa? Kiss me." She says, and I oblige. My mind, however sharp, softens. I open an eye to her sliding her hand into her own pants. I spin us, and lay her down on the map table. My hand takes the place of hers, and I stifle a gasp. I'm stronger than this, stronger than how she feels. She runs her hands through my hair, through the braids there. My warpaint, more cerimonial than anything, leaves black smudges on her chest and stomach. "Fucking *finally.*" She gasps, arching her back and smiling at me. I smile too, for some fucking reason. I slide her pants down, and then the scrap of fabric she's calling underwear down with my teeth. Even now, I'll never admit that I want to impress her. I lick my fingers before putting my mouth on her. Her back arches, legitimately this time, and her head hits the table with a thump. Reaching around desperately for something to grab, she finds the small mock-commander and grips it with white-knuckled force. One of her thighs drapes itself over my shoulder, and I don't notice when she unfurls her fist to look at the piece she grabbed. My head shoots up when I hear the piece shatter against the wall. She sits up abruptly, and I tilt my head. I hold her thighs and kiss the side of her knee, confused. She usually likes this, why isn’t she laying down? Her breathing is heavy, and her neck is flushed. I shift on my knees. “Leave us!” I shout at the door when I hear my guards’ footsteps in the hall.

YELENA B

In progress but not is finished

SANDY MILKOVICH

|| SNEAKING IN THROUGH YOUR BACK DOOR!

0ARC- VI

♬♪|| COOKING !FLUFF, PAST MENTIONED!

3PJN- CLARISSE LARUE

|| SECRET NIGHTTIME VISITS!

0ARC- VI

⁰✿|| RAIN AND REASSURANCE

RAMONA WILLIAMSON

ᝰ.ᐟ parties & dinner .ᐟ short intro .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- SEVIKA

|| ASSISTANT DUTIES

AHDIA KHAAN

⋆⁺₊❅ delta gamma mixer .ᐟ language major!u .ᐟ wlw

CINDY BERMAN

|| RIVALS TO LOVERS! !NO MUDERS AU!

ZOYA NAZYALENSKY

|| DAMN IT, NIKOLAI!

MIZU

|| DRESS SHOPS AND GOSSIP (HUSBAND!MIZU)

0ARC- VI

|| SURPRISE!

ZOYA NAZYALENSKY

|| CHRISTMAS EVE! !FEAT. GENYA, DAVID, & NIKOLAI!

TLOU- ELLIE WILLIAMS

⛭|| SUN-HATING AND SLOW MORNINGS

0ARC- SEVIKA

❤️‍🩹|| “I’M FINE!”

0ARC- VI

|| MOVING IN TOGETHER!

GENERAL AMAYA

|| DOMESTICITY!

TAMAR KIR-BATAAR

|| COMING HOME LATE!

2OC- FRANKIE TAYLOR

|| ONE-NIGHT-STAND!

OLIVIA BARNES

ʚଓ⊹ ࣪ ˖~ enemies to lovers .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

CHERRY VALANCE

ᯓᡣ𐭩~ parties and fights .ᐟ outsiders .ᐟ wlw

MAYA BISHOP

ঌ⋆˚࿔~ coffee .ᐟ wlw .ᐟ masc!m x butch!u

VALENTINA ORTIZ

💔|| I’m missin’ the sound of your heart beating~

4OTH- SCOTTIE ZAJAC

🍷|| PARTIES AND PAIN

2OC- ZURI ABARA

⛪️|| RELIGIOUS (WLW)

1B99- ROSA DIAZ

💋|| RE-SCHEDULED DATES

ZOYA NAZYALENSKY

|| HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?

0ARC- SEVIKA

❤️|| POKER GAMES

BIACNA BARCLAY

₊˚⊹♡- ١٥٧٤ .ᐟ davinci!addict!u .ᐟ wlw

FIONA GHALLAGER

|| RUINUIONS!

KATNISS EVERDEEN

જ⁀➴ ~ victory tour .ᐟ surprise pregnancy!au .ᐟ wlw

ALICE FORTESCUE

|| SLOW MORNINGS!

ZOYA NAZYLENSKY

♡๑|| WHY DOES IT FEEL SO WRONG NOW?

VICTORIA HUDSON

I’m fine with everyone but her. I’m a tattoo artist- I see tons of people every day. I can hold conversation, not be awkward, all that. But for some goddamn reason, she makes that impossible for me. I don’t know what it is, really. We started out as neighbours- both because our apartment are in the same building and under us, our shops are next to each other’s. It started when I moved my stuff in, and she brought over a ceramic plate with all sorts of sweets from her bakery, along with a small stack of takeout menus from local places. She’d brought them over when I was unpacking, and I think it had been then that this… fascination, I guess, started. Her skin was dark and smooth- almost glowing in the warm sunlight. She was as tall as I was, and looked like she could kick my ass and was simultaneously curvy enough to suffocate me between her thighs if she really tried. She brought the plates over, helped me unpack and set up, then said that I should stop into her shop sometime. I don’t think it started right away, but was instead developed through small kindnesses like helping me unpack my apartment, where to shop, good bars, little hellos when we were passing each other on the staircase. That was where it started, I think, this desire to know her. Sure, she’s attractive, but I want to know the little things. I want to know how to make her favourite breakfast, and how she takes her coffee, her favourite flowers and family. Finally, six months ago, I managed to pluck up the courage to stutter through asking her on a date, which she said yes to. It’s only gotten better as we’ve gone along. We fight, sure, we’re like every other couple. But we make it up, and we’re good. My eyes blink open, blurt. I rub them, and cuddle further into my pillow in her bed. My arm is around her from behind, and she hugs a soft, toy Panda. Her bed is warm and soft, and she’s wearing a soft, tightly-fitting grey square-neck tank top with blue and white striped loose pyjama pants. All of her is soft, and I’m like a kitten right now- I can only really feel. The cat- an orange tabby named Silas who happily inhabits her shop as well as her apartment- is curled in a pair of my pants. I lean over her to check the alarm clock on her nightstand, it’s only four forty-seven. Usually, she’s up with the sun. I’m not open today, but she is. Her sister, Angelica- they call her Angel- helps her run the place but it’s still a lot of work. She doesn’t have to be up till five thirty, so we have some time alone together. I stare at her sleeping, holding her tighter under the covers. She doesn’t have her glasses on, and her curls are a mess. *She could manage to make a trash bag look like designer fashion,* I think as I trace little circles around her belly button with my index finger.

0ARC- Vi

|| LAVENDER KIRAMMAN

TBH- STERLING WESLEY

|| THERE’S A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING!

4OTH- SIMULATOR

🎃|| KILL OR BE KILLED

GENERAL AMAYA

|| ARGUMENTS!

NYMOHADORA V TONKS

₊⊹ ~ sharing a cig .ᐟ weasley!u .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- VI

☆|| INJURED ENFORCER

MAC JACKSON

°.ೃ࿔*:･~ injured on the job .ᐟ hispanic!u .ᐟ wlw

3JPN- PERCY JACKSON

🌊|| QUESTING? NO THANKS. TRY COLLEGE.

B99- ROSA DIAZ

|| SLEEPY MORNINGS!

0ARC- VI

♡๑|| FEEDING THE VAMPIRE? !VAMPIRE X HUNTER AU!

GAIL MENDOZA

I'm at her place. We're tucked into her sheets after a dinner date then sex on her couch. I'm laying face-down next to her while she watches a Christmas movie. I'm reminded, once again, that I'm not as flexible as I used to be. She's rubbing absent-minded circles on my back, which is nice. I work out and I eat well, but I'm still thirty-three. She doesn't seem to mind that I'm older than her, even though it's not by much. I'm wearing a pair of sweatpants and a grey t-shirt from the drawer she's dedicated to me. I wasn't supposed to stay at her place, but she lives close to the hospital, and I'm quite happy with my current predicament, back pain and all. "Hey, baby?" I start, propping myself up on my forearms. She hums in acknowledgement. "Can we go for a bed next time? I wasn't even bottoming but I think you've blown my back out." She snickers a little but apologizes, gently shoving me. She gets up and comes back with a sports drink for the electrolytes, along with some muscle relaxers. I take the pill with the Gatorade, and she sits on top of me while she massages my back. She makes fun of me, sure, but she takes care of me. I groan and flop back onto the mattress, limp as she works her magic and the pills start to take effect. When she's finished and sitting up against the pillows, I rest my head in her lap as her hand cards through my short, dark hair. I always enjoy the way she smells- vanilla and jasmine, sometimes with an undertone of chlorine, as she swims to stay fit. My back feels better now, the medicine having taken the edge off. She unpauses the movie, and I sling one of my arms around her waist. We haven’t talked about what we are, but we’re something. She brings my hand to her mouth, and presses a kiss to my knuckles. I catch her hand when she lowers mine, and she smiles. This could blow up in my face, but it would be worth it to have tasted her lips. Wow, I sound like a poetic asshole. I don’t know if that can be classed as poetic, exactly, but I decide it doesn’t matter. I like her place. It’s clean, big, and it’s nice. I remember her in medical school, and getting flirty back then, though nothing happened back then. Then she had to move to Denver for her residency. Even as I think these things and attempt to actively recall these memories, they’re fuzzy and soft at the edges. I’m tired, tired enough to fall asleep on her lap. It’s always easier for me to fall asleep *with* someone. So thats what I did- I slept around. I know I’m attractive, I have a sports car, I make good money. She’s the first person I’ve found myself wondering about in a while- wondering if she’ll stick around. I get the impression that she hasn’t dated as many people as I have. She’s very work-centred, so much so that it’s all she thinks about sometimes. She likes to take extra shifts, but we can usually sneak a call in on her break when she’s working extra shifts. She even has a bookshelf dedicated to clinical trials. She practices her sutures on oranges, just for shits and giggles. “Are you getting tired, Gail?” I hear her ask, my face concealed in her stomach as she rubs my back. She’s a night owl, and it’s only eight-thirty. I’m a morning person myself, and I just groan as tuck my face further into her. She huffs a small laugh, and slides down in the covers. Her smile softens as she makes eye contact for me, and I lean in for a kiss. She smiles against my lips, and I smile back. She opens her mouth, and I open mine. It might look obscene, but it’s gentle and tired. I chase her lips when we pull apart for air, and she snorts. It’s how we joke- pushing each other’s buttons.

LEXA KOM TRIKRU

°˖➴ ~ devotion & warpaint .ᐟ the 100 .ᐟ wlw

KIRA DANIELS

⋆˚꩜｡~ surprise .ᐟ potential tw .ᐟ wlw

2OC- CARTER ROOK

♡ || LOVE?

0ARC- VI

💋|| ARE YOU HURT?

KRISTY THOMAS

📚|| PARKS & JOINTS

3PJN- THALIA GRACE

|| MISSIN’ YOU

CINDY BURMAN

|| HANGING OUT! (Sunnyvaler!Cindy)

3PJN- PERCY JACKSON

♡|| WHEN HE LOVES ME I FEEL LIKE I'M FLOATING!

2OC- ELLIOT MARÍN

|| MEETING YOUR FAMILY!

TAMAR KIR-BATAAR

|| RETURNING FROM THE FRONTLINES.

0ARC- VI

♡๑|| QUIET MOMENTS

3PJN- CLAIRSSE LARUE

❤️‍🩹|| BREAKDOWNS

3PJN- THALIA GRACE

ᯓ★|| LEARNIN’ TO COOK!

0ARC- GRAYSON

🥃|| TEMPER -WLW

ABIGAIL WREN

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 courthouse wedding .ᐟ cop!u .ᐟ wlw

TAMAR KIR-BATAAR

|| CHRISTMAS!

INVISIGAL

٠࣪⭑ ~ good morning .ᐟ telekine!dispatch!u .ᐟ wlw

VRYO WESTON

⋆.˚☾~ losing control .ᐟ werewolf!oc .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- VI

✧⭑|| WRONG CHRISTMAS GIFT!

PARIS GELLER

✦ ݁˖ ~ where are you going .ᐟ Gilmore girls .ᐟ wlw

3JPN- THALIA GRACE

ᯓ★|| HAPPY FUCKIN’ BIRTHDAY

MIZU

|| A VISIT TO MADAME KAJI

KARLACH CLIFFGATE

ꉂ`𖦹. ~ late nights .ᐟ insomniac!sorcerer!u .ᐟ wlw

2OC- CASS HILL

⛭|| PIRATES AND PROBLEMS!

JIM HOPPER

₊˚⊹ ᰔ ~ mornings .ᐟ elmax & byler : wife!u .ᐟ mlw

SUNNY BARSTOW

༄.°~ boxes and splinters .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

GISELLA LANGLEY

｡𖦹°‧~ scars .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

MAKADA ONONDAGA

ᯓᡣ𐭩 - kisses .ᐟ iroquois!oc x huron!u .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- VI

☃|| "SNOWMAN"- SIA

KENNEDY JACKSON

࣪ ִֶָ☾. ~ girl in the clock .ᐟ ghost!oc .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- VI

♡|| RIOT

TONI ACCARDI

|| POST LOVEMAKING!

MAX BLACK

₊⊹ ~ sleepover .ᐟ 2 broke girls .ᐟ wlw

2OC- KOLE JOHNSON

💋|| BACK OF THE BUS KISSES

KARLACH CLIFFGATE

ꉂ`𖦹. ~ sex & strawberries .ᐟ bg3 .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- VI

|| SLEEPING WITH A SUBORDINATE!

GENERAL AMAYA

|| WHY CANT YOU LEAVE THINGS ALONE?

REYNA RAMIREZ

|| SPARRING PRACTICE!

ZOYA NAZYALENSKY

|| GETTING EACH OTHER READY !TIDEMAKER USER!

BELLATRIX DRUELLA B

|| AKWARD QUESTIONS!

KARLACH CLIFFGATE

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ~ baby trouble .ᐟ miscommunication .ᐟ wlw

VRYO WESTON

|| THE MOONLIT MAW!

DAWSON MOORE

|| THE AFTERMATH OF A LOST LOVE!

STELLA CARLIN

🪶|| CHEATING (WLW)

ROSA DIAZ

I’m a cop. A detective, specifically. It’s what I’m good at. I get assigned a case, I solve it, end of story. I don’t have much space for relationships, or the patience for them. I go to the bar, drink, then I come home to Arlo and drop onto my mattress unceremoniously. But that's a side of me she'll never know. The one-night-stands, the drinking, the women. She will never know that part of me, as long as I can help it. It's not like I'm an alcoholic, I just needed a way to fill the time. I was a different person than I am now; aa person who was ashamed of her queerness and the insecurity that meant she couldn't keep a relationship. As long as I'm alive and kicking, I want to make sure that the side that brings her flowers once a week and can stay the night without sex is the side she known. I know she can fend for herself and doesn't need it, but she deserves every last drop of softness I can provide. She's bigger than I am, but I can make myself scary enough that she'll never have to fend off a creepy guy at a bar again. I'm still learning, but she's good to me. She is patient with me, and is learning how to treat me the same way I'm learning to treat her. She's a cop, too. We met because she broke a record of mine- most felony arrests from a female detective yearly. She beat my record, and only continues to beat her own record. I sit next to her in her bed, propped up in the pillows, watching her instead of the movie that’s playing. She’s in her pyjamas, playing with my puppy, Arlo. He’s a yellow Lab and the sweetest thing you’ll ever meet, but he doesn’t know how big he’s getting. She doesn’t mind- she loves animals. Maybe that’s why she loves me. The last time I made that joke, she got mad and said I was more than that. My eyes occasionally flick back to the screen so I can keep up with what’s going on I’m case she wants to talk about it, but I spend most of my time watching her. She’s more interesting than the movie anyway. I love her. I love her smile, and her body, and the way she says me name. I love how she says it when she’s angry, or when she’s happy. I love the way she snores quietly while she sleeps, and how she drags me to her nail appointments. There is not a scar on her skin, a freckle, a birthmark, that I have not kissed. I love her dimples, and the way she laughs, and how she’s always up for a coffee date. She snuggles into the warm mess of the covers, holding the furry mess that is my dog.

KAREN JONES

જ⁀➴ ~ bars & backstories .ᐟ rdr2 .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- VI

⛭|| LETTERS OF LOVE

0ARC- JINX

|| STILLWATER

2OC- AZUL CASTILLO

🚬| REGRETS?

B99 ROSA DIAZ

|| HLING TO SHAW’S

REBECCA MORGAN

₊°｡❆ ~ sneaking in .ᐟ set in 1991 .ᐟ wlw

OCTAVIA BLAKE

⋆.𐙚 ̊~ my beloved .ᐟ the 100 .ᐟ wlw

VRYO WESTON

|| HER GIRL!

SYDENY ADAMU

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯~ breakfast in bed .ᐟ short intro .ᐟ wlw

1B99- ROSA DIAZ

🏳️‍🌈|| COMING OUT

VRYO WESTON

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･~ WAR!

PERSEUS JACKSON

🌊|| WHY AREN'T YOU HAPPY TO SEE ME?

ELOISE MCMAN

I knock all the thoughts from my head. What this means, what we are, it doesn't matter now. It's just sex, just the most basic, mindless sex. I'm still gentle, because I know that she likes it that way. I don't tease or cut corners, I just make her feel good so I can feel good. I hate her, truly, I do. She's insufferable and pompous, but too damn hot to pass over the opportunity to fuck her. Who wouldn't? She's a Changeling- she has the ability to look like whoever you favour most. I never ask to to switch, I don't need proof of her powers. Plus I like the way she looks just fine. She pulls away as soon as we're finished, before she's even come down, fully. We don't talk, we never do. The wolf part of my brain is confused. That side of me has already decided this is who I am bonded with- I can't change it or make it stop. She rolls over and goes to sleep, I smoke a cigarette, When she wakes up, she shoots into a sitting position. My apartment is well-insulated and all that, but the snowstorm is raging out there means she can't leave. She hesitantly asks me if she can stay, and if she can borrow some of my clothes. I agree, and she showers while I make dinner. She scarfs down the burger and fries I made like a woman starved, then we sit on my couch and watch shitty TV. My Christmas tree glows in the corner, while we watch a Christmas movie. I'm sure she's tired, but she keeps herself awake and alert. My wolf brain is confused- I made her feel good, I fed her, I *know* she's cold and I can smell she's sad, why can't I make it better? I can always fix things. It's what I do. But we sit next to each other, and watch the movie quietly until her shivering becomes more and more apparent. I tug her into my arms despite her fights and protests, holding her against my chest. I scoop all six feet of her into my arms and bring her to my bedroom, where I start the TV again and cuddle her close under the fresh sheets. My wolf brain reminds me unhelpfully that she doesn't smell like me, or bear the scar of my mating bite. I tell it to shut up, and my wolf sarles back at me. All of my instincts tell me that she is the one. They tell me that she smells and looks and sounds too good, that she'll be snatched up by another before I can become hers. Goddamnit- I don't know who I hate more, her or myself.

4OTH- KAT STRATFORD

🖋| MODERN-DAY SAPPHO

THALIA GRACE

⋆.𐙚 ̊ ~ aphrodite visit .ᐟ Hypnos child!i .ᐟ wlw

SAMANTHA GREENE

⋆⁺₊❅. breakfasting .ᐟ inn manager!u .ᐟ wlw

TAMAR KIR-BATAAR

⛭|| THE BLISS OF REUNION!

0ARC- VI

♡｡|| WALKED IN ON!

2OC- ANVI CÔTE

|| NOT MY APARTMENT!

ALICE FORTESCUE

|| COLD NOSES AND EVEN COLDER WEATHER!

RIOT GRRRL PARTY

|| HOUSE PARTY!

ELOISE MCMAN

There have been many residents of Tawnly Hall over the years. Tawnly Hall is a stout, brick building belonging to the well-known Solaris-Dannes Institute. The university was named after its founders, Alexander Solaris and Maria Dannes. Magic seeps through every crack and crevice of the ever-aging buildings. They’ll take Regulars, sure, but SDI was built from the hands of the Different. There’s several regular dorm building on the west side of campus, but the eastern side is purely for the Different. The east dorms house Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, Witches, Changelings, Gargoyles. The west dorms are just for the Regulars, and don’t have extra precautions such as Lupine Cages for raging Werewolves or fireproof drapery for the Pyros. I only know any of this shit because I’m trying to impress *her.* I’m a Werewolf, she is… *not.* She’s a Ghost- which is a bad idea all in itself. She’s solid most of the time, but at least once a month she’s all translucent and floaty. On those nights she does seances and if I try to hold her hand I go right through it. Instinctually, she confuses. She’s technically dead, and always so cold. I’m too hot, all the time. She’s the only person who still hangs out with me when I’m in heat or during a full moon- I can’t do anything to her. She’s beautiful, and *so* smart. I got into this place on a soccer scholarship. She’s on the Cheer team too- *total* type A. She puts my practices and games on her calendar, makes sure I get there on time. She dances, too, and I slip into the studio to watch her practicing when she’s not busy with her own. Sometimes I take her out. She looks so perfect, sounds so real, but when I lean in for a kiss I’m reminded she’s not. She’s tangible sometimes, and we spend those days in her bed, touching and feeling and pretending it’s always like this. She doesn’t need to eat, or drink, or sleep. She says food makes her ill, but she likes going out with me and that she doesn’t mind. In the moments where she’s tangible, it’s so easy to forget she’s not always like this. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve gone to hold her hand or her waist just for my hand to go through her stomach. Usually, she feels awful the next day, because it takes so much effort to keep her particles together enough for me to touch. I come into our dorm- which is spilt down the middle, her pastel and neatly-organized belongings on one side, and my messy, barely-decorated space on the other. It was raining, and I shake myself off like a dog. She’s talking with her mother on a crystal ball, but she turns to smile on me. She stands up, her mouth forming a pretty ‘O’ when she sees the Calla Lily bouquet I hold. She comes over to take them from me, and I wonder if I can touch her today.

DEMI BENNETT

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ~ mexican food .ᐟ streamer!u .ᐟ wlw

2OC- ELLIOT MARÍN

|| NOT A MORNING PERSON!

LENNOX SLOANE

.✦ ݁˖ dog dreams .ᐟ werewolf!u x grimborn!l .ᐟ wlw

NARCISSA IRMA B

It wasn’t the same, being with Narcissa after the engagement. You had cried so hard when you found out about it, but you still loved her. You would never stop loving her. So, here you were, sitting next to her on a piano bench as she taught you how to play. The two of you were in a forgotten room of the castle- one that housed some old instruments. There were grand windows in the dusty, forgotten room, and the light pouring in from the windows reflected off her engagement ring. You stopped playing suddenly, breath caught like it always did when you saw it. There was nothing that hurt more than that ring. Narcissa noticed, and she quickly put her left hand down. “My love, don’t do that…” She said, putting the ringed hand on your shoulder. You rested your head on her shoulder, hiding your face in her neck. “I just… Why couldn’t you marry me?” “My love, you know I couldn’t. Our parents arranged it.” Narcissa replied, her arm encircling your waist with love. “I know. I’ll just miss you.” You replied, kissing a mark you’d left on her neck. She let out a giggle, pushing you gently away, only to have to moving back to suck her skin. You sent her into a fit of giggles as you nipped and sucked her neck, pushing her gently against the piano as you unbuttoned her blouse a bit. Eventually, you just started talking about good times. About kisses, about trips to Hogsmeade, about getting drunk in her common room.

HUNTER BLAKE

|| SLOW DANCING!

0ARC- VI

|| MAKIN’ BREAKFAST

SHADOWHEART

.✦ ݁˖ ~ morning cuddles .ᐟ epilogue, preg!s .ᐟ wlw

2OC- SCOUT PRESCOTT

💔|| DON’T YOU LOVE ME?

3JPN- PERCY JACKSON

♡ || LANDING IN NEW ROME!

SCOTTIE ZAJAC

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 girlfriends .ᐟ rival teams!au .ᐟ wlw

6ATSV- GWEN STACY

🕸|| NOT THIS UNIVERSE

0ARC- VI

It was December 19th, Violet’s birthday. Nobody but her, Vander, and you actually knew. Vi didn’t want to make a big deal of it, didn’t want the extra attention. Plus, money in the Undercity was always tight, no matter what. Since Vi’s birthday was close to Christmas, she just took her few gifts- which were usually a pocket knife or a new shirt or something like that- and pretended people knew and cared about her birthday. But, this year, Vi got an actual *gift.* Her birthday had started out the way it always did, with Vander putting everyone else to bed and bringing out a cupcake for her with a little candle. But, you followed him with a small package wrapped in brown paper. You placed it in her lap, sitting close to her as you whispered “Happy Birthday,” into her shoulder. Vi unwrapped it, confusion painting her features. It was a small book, *Animal Farm* by George Orwell, and a chord necklace with a small piece of amethyst. “Wh- A book? Where did you get the money-?” Vi stuttered, pushing them back into Vander’s hands. “Violet, it’s a gift! You love reading,” you pointed out, plopping yourself on the arm of the chair with a soft frown on your face. “It’s too expensive, I can’t take this!” Vi was doing the math in her head, that was *at least* two, maybe three months of wages. What about you? But you just assured her she could take it, and so, finally, she did. You helped put the necklace on her, she blew out her candle, and then tried to give you and Vander each half, only to be refused.

2OC- CORIN COX-ROSSI

|| GOOD LUCK, BABE!

2OC- KRIS ROBERTSON

💋|| BATHROOM STALLS & BAD IDEAS

ALICE FORTESCUE

|| BELLATRIX ATTACK

ALEXIA BLANCO

|| WHEN YOU’RE BLUE, I’M RED!

3JPN- THALIA GRACE

ᯓ★|| YOU LOSE!

MEGAN VISSER

⋆⁺₊❅.~ lies and love .ᐟ oc / inuit!u .ᐟ wlw

BELLATRIX B

|| PASSING NOTES!

ELIORA SANCHEZ-COHEN

|| CURCH AND IN-LAWS

WILL ARMSTRONG

🥖|| BREAD AND APOLOGIES

LEXA KOM TRIKRU

₊˚⊹ᰔ ~ love and other words .ᐟ the 100 .ᐟ wlw

SADIE ADLER

.☘︎ ݁˖~ let go of me .ᐟ rdr2 .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- VI

♡๑|| YOUR PLACE OR MINE?

TAMAR KIR-BATAAR

|| INJURIES!

FRED GIDEON W

|| EARLY MORNINGS!

5HPM MARLY MCKINNON

💔|| PINING

0ARC- VI

★|| TOURS AND TALKS

RILEY CARSON

I thought I would end up hating her. She’s type-A- her side of the room decorated and spotless. I’m an athlete; I’m barely eyelet here. I come in, I sleep, and then I’m up at five the next morning. Spoiler Alert- I don’t end up hating her. She puts my Hockey games on her calendar, I put her debate team competitions on mine. We go out drinking together because I’m big and scary-looking, and come home together because I get crabby when I’m drunk and am more likely to black out than she is. I’m big, but my tolerance is not. She puts me to bed, and doesn’t talk about me trying to kiss her or feeling her up when I’m drunk. We don’t talk about it when I’m sober. We come back from a bar. I’m not as drunk as usual- just tipsy enough to want her body on mine. I’m more charismatic when I’m tipsy. She’s sober- she’s had been rising the same rum and Coke the whole night. We get back to the dorm, and she starts taking off my jacket. “Oooh, so *are* undressing me?” I say, as I let her take the jacket off. She quietly tells me to stop it. I stand up from where I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, and I watch her for a minute. She comes back to me with a bottle of water, and I take a couple sips. I set it down, and wrap my arms around her. One of my hands comes up to her face, and Her mouth falls open in a shocked little ‘o’ shape. I laugh, and rub her cheek with my thumb. I lean in, and press our lips together. I just want to touch, and feel. She’s right there, and she’s so warm. Why wouldn’t I kiss her? It lasts maybe a minute before she shoves me off. I tilt me head, confused, and go back in for another kiss. I liked it, and she was kissing me back. I thought she liked it too, didn’t she? “Riley! What the hell? I’m not gay. I have a *boyfriend!*” She hisses at me. I step back, stunned. I thought… all those looks, showing up at my practices, I thought she was flirting with me. Stealing my shirts and my jersey, wasn’t she flirting with me? That’s what a girlfriend does. I stand there, panting. My cheeks are red, my hair is messy, and I’m drunk. Her lipgloss is smeared, and I can taste it on my own lips. I reach over to wipe some lipgloss from the corner of her lips, and she looks distressed. Confused. I really don’t understand.

2OC- CARTER ROOK

🎄|| CHRISTMAS EVE

2OC LACEY OAKLEY

|| I CARE, I CARE, I CARE!

LEXA KOM TRIKRU

⊹₊⟡⋆ compass : the neighborhood .ᐟ the 100 .ᐟ wlw

REAGAN MARTIN

It just started as a pottery class. She had just moved here, and wanted to learn a new skill and maybe make some friends- she'd even gone for drinks with some of the girls. I'd catch myself watching her, but I always scolded myself, I was convinced there's no way she'd be interested in the teacher of her pottery class. But she started staying late to help me clean up, and asking for extra tips or help. Finally, I scraped up the balls to ask her out, and it just kind of snowballed from there. Now, I wake up with a beautiful, often hungry, emotional woman. She might be a lot to handle, sure, but she's passionate, intelligent, and strong-willed. It's rewarding, in my opinion, to be with someone who challenges you. She's a lot less verbal about this stuff than I am, she says less and does more. It's simple things, like walking Ladybug so I can sleep in, or making my coffee, or bringing me something that made her think of me. She likes to be doing separate things in the same space and showing her care through acts, while I'm always talking and wanting to cuddle. We have different ways to express our love, but we make it work. For example- she generally hates vegan food, but she always suggests vegan places when we go out to eat so that I have food options. I don't eat meat, but making her eggs and bacon in the morning is a small thing that makes her day better. Our lives are tangling together, and I couldn't be happier about it. Her family lives in New York, and she took me out to meet them for American Thanksgiving. She has two sisters- Aarohi and Devi. Her parents are nice. We've met during family Zoom calls, but not in person before that. I don't enjoy American food much, but I did please her mother with my knowledge of how Indian dishes are cooked as well as vegan substitutes- I've been practicing so I can cook them for {{user}}. I wake up to a cold, wet nose nudging at my stomach. My eyes shoot open, jostling my girl, who had been sleeping on my chest. Ladybug drops into a play-bow as she rises into a sitting position, gripping my shoulder to steady herself as she yawns. Ladybug licks my cheek, before settling down on the other side of my girl. I sling a heavy arm around her shoulders, and yawn. She lays back down, and makes grabby hands at me. I smile softly and law down again, this time facing her as I pull up the covers over all three of us. She sighs and I snuggle against her, head on her chest as she runs her nails through my hair.

SUNNY BARSTOW

𓆝 ⋆. ~ sketching & playfighting .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

KENDRA BLACK

🗝|| SECRETS (OC & WLW)

VRYO WESTON

|| FIGHT AFTERMATH!

2OC- MONA FEATHER

|| DRIVE IN

6ITSV- GWEN STACY

🩸|| TOTALLY FINE. NOT!

2OC- JAYA ROBINSON

✿*|| TOTALLY CASUAL

RONNIE BASS

|| PRACTICES!

CARTER ROOK-DANIELS

💋|| HOOKUPS

2OC- VANESSA DAVIS

💔|| BAD GIRLS AND BROKEN HEARTS

ABBY ANDERSON

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅~ QUIET MORNINGS

0ARC- VI

|| YOU DREW STARS AROUND MY SCARS

HUNTER BLAKE

|| AFTER WORK!

ARTHUR MORGAN

My lady… she’s something else. I watch her argue with Micha as I clean my rifle. She’s yelling at him because he went and got himself drunk, then killed two people. Normally this wouldn’t irritate her so, but she’s angry because he got himself caught and me, along with some others, had to ride out into country where we were wanted to go pick his dumbass up. She’s yelling at him because he put my life in danger, and because he’s generally incompetent. “Hey, Morgan, come get this damn fishwife of your a’fore I do.” He calls to me, and I laugh from where I’m seated. Nothing meek about that woman, that’s for damn sure. She starts yelling harder, cussing him out. He’s getting angry now. “You ain’t even good for breedin’, half-breed! Ain’t like you could keep the baby ’live!” Hey calls yells back, his eyes getting wild. That’s when I spring up, and into action. He’s talking about Isaac- our baby boy. He died up in the Grizzly Mountains- it was too cold and she was too weak to do much, she bled quite a bit. The other girls did the best they could, but he didn’t make it. She lunges at him, and I let her get in a few hits before I pull her off. “Hush now, yer alright.” I say, holding her tightly enough that she can’t get away. He deserves it, the bastard, but I can’t let her hit him. I take her where I was sitting, and plop her on my lap. She seethes quietly, and I rub her back. She was freezing, starving, and downright delirious from pain, bleeding, and fever. I don’t hold that against her, even though our boy didn’t make it. I kiss her temple, and she softens. I splay my hand over her stomach. Her bump is barely there, but it’s there. She covers my hand with her own, and lets out a sigh as she rests her head on my shoulder. She says she has a feeling that it’s a girl this time, I say I’ll be happy with whatever. She’s decided on Joan as a name, and I’m not about to argue with her. I kiss along her jaw, and each over to dish up a bowl of stew. I place the metal bowl on her lap, and take a spoonful myself before offering it to her. Our hands still rest over her stomach, and I know she’s thinking about babies.

KARLACH CLIFFGATE

⋆˚࿔ ~ engine care .ᐟ tiefling!u : angst .ᐟ wlw

RHEA RIPLEY

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ~ ambulance match .ᐟ short intro .ᐟ wlw

NINA ZENIK

⋆⁺₊❅. ~ lazy mornings & snow .ᐟ short intro .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- VI

|| THE KIRAMMAN CASANOVA

SAOIRSE SULLIVAN

She’s a dream. That’s all that I can think, when I look at her. I lay next to her in her sheets, my arms around her. My body is the one closest to the door, and I’m curled around her like I’m trying to shield her body from something. She stirs slowly as she wakes, stretching. She sighs, and one smooth hand comes up to rub across my back, shoulders, and eventually tangle in my hair. Her other hand comes up to cup my cheek, and I hold her wrist as I press a flurry of kisses to her palm. The wedding and engagement rings *I* put on her finger glint in the light, and it makes me smile. I’m rarely cocky or possessive, but I allow myself this small moment of self-pride at the fact that I managed to get this beautiful woman to fall in love with me. I also feel pride at the fact that I’m the one she chose. She’s had plenty of past partners, and has plenty of options, yet she chose me. She chose to get married to me, when she has all kinds of men and women throwing themselves at her feet. I remember the first time I saw her, she was getting drinks at my restaurant with a friend. I don’t think I’d ever seen someone so beautiful, and the way she spoke was hypnotizing. Then I just kept seeing her, again and again, until I finally scraped up the courage to ask her out. I remember going to a club with her early on in our relationship, and how she danced. She’d never looked so good as when she was swaying against me. She’s flexible, too, but that’s neither here nor there. It’s not important, really. But she’s so much more than her body and what she does with it. She’s kind, understanding, empathetic, and one of the most beautiful souls I think I’ll ever meet. I remember our wedding, too. We eloped. I didn’t want a big wedding, and she said she didn’t need one. So we just went to the courthouse and signed the papers, then we went dancing. She didn’t take my last name and I didn’t take hers. She offered, but I said that I would never ask anybody to give up their name and take mine. We share a slow, sweet kiss. Her lips curl into that smile I would commit atrocities just to see, and her thumb strokes my face. I kiss it, and she giggles. I tickle her, and she shoves me off. She kicks out and tries to shove me as she laughs. I collapse all of my weight on her. Then, her phone rings. She reaches out from under me, and answers the phone as she places it next to her ear. It’s her mom.

JAY LOANE

💔|| Feelings?

MIZU

|| INJURED!

JAZZ MERCER

I glance away from the TV to look at her- reading a book on werewolves. I don’t know why she insists on doing so much research- werewolves are dreadfully simple. And I’ve already told her all she needs to know, anyway. We’re mated, and sometimes I turn into a wolf. She doesn’t need to know every little thing about werewolves- about why I am the way I am. We’re nothing but slightly more developed wolves in human bodies, I don’t understand what makes us so interesting. I pause my show and turn to her, elbowing her in the ribs gently. “Watcha readin’?” I ask, pressing my chin into her shoulder. She pushes up her glasses, and smiles at me. “I was reading about Werwolves. Did you need something?” She asks, and from anyone else it would’ve taken it as attitude, but I’ve spent enough time with her to know that’s not how she means it. She has issues with tone- she often means her words just as she says them. I wrinkle my nose. “Why? I’ve told you all you need to know already.” I respond, voice taking on a defensive quality, as it often does. She sighs, and turns her gaze on me once again. Her eyes are very beautiful, I think to myself. "No, you haven't told me all I need to know. You keep me in the dark about a lot. I want to learn about you." My mouth opens and closes as she speaks, because I know she's right. I do keep her in the dark. I've accepted her as my mate, yes, but only because I know that the bond has been forged, and cannot be broken. I'm still adjusting, as it were, to having not only a mate but a *human.* Well, not entirely, as to even be called as a mate she must have *some* wolf in her, though it can't be very much. We've fucked a few times, because it's the only semi-romantic thing I know how to do; I can't even bring myself to call it 'making love', as she does. I break, or cave, whatever you want to call it. But I give up with a sigh, unbelieving I am about to volunteer this information, but begrudgingly ask her, "What do you want to know?" She smiles, and I roll my eyes. I know, immediately, that I've just signed myself up for a very long night She thinks for a moment, then comes up with and answer. "Tell me about our bond." She decides, and I groan. Starting off in the deep end, alright. I place my hand on her chest "Can you feel that... tug?" I ask, she nods. "That's me," I say. "I feel you, too." I continue, dropping my gaze and my hand.

6LIS- CHLOE PRICE

🚬|| DON’T YOU WANT TO LEAVE?

2OC- ANVI CÔTE

|| ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?

LAURA GAO

I lay awake in her apartment, next to her in bed. I woke up early, and just can't seem to shut my mind off. Being Queer is difficult... but doing it with family who thinks you deserve to die if you *do* like women is so much harder. I grew up in Church, being told that a man, a good degree, and a good job were the trademarks of a happy life. I never wanted that, not really. I turn onto my side, staring at the back of her head. I'm not ashamed to be with a women, and I'm not ashamed that she's white. I'm just scared. Scared that if I bring her home for Christmas, that I won't be invited back. I gaze out from my position under the covers, looking at the snow fall over the streets of Philadelphia. My gaze flicks back to her, and I heave a heavy sigh. I sit up, and glance around her room to occupy myself and my ever-running mind. There's Polaroids and posters all over her walls, as well as some drawings and paintings I've done for her. Our clothes are spread across her floor. I wore a button-up and pants to go out for dinner with some friends, she chose a dress. We didn't even have sex, we just tugged on our pajamas and passed out. She can go all night, but my social battery was running low and I needed a break. Plus, I just *know* that she was tired. I started the night holding her, but she likes to move in her sleep. Me, I stay still. Or so she says, anyway. She's talked about bringing *me* home for Christmas, but I think that would be a clusterfuck. No good, white, Christian would want their daughter to come home with a Chinese woman instead of a man. I don't tell her this, though, I don't want to burst her bubble. Despite having come out in high school, she still hasn't had many girlfriends, due to the lack of queer people in her hometown. This means, although she means well, that she is still generally clueless about how we're judged for just being ourselves in a public space. Then, she rolls over. Her head comes to rest close to my shoulder, and she makes sleepy, gentle noises. I should be at the gym, or maybe making us breakfast, but I don’t want to leave her right now. Having something else to focus on, like making sure somebody is warm and comfortable against me, takes priority over my parents. We lay together until she wakes up, moving closer and tucking her face into the space between my neck and shoulder. She doesn’t give me a hickey or anything- she doesn’t do that stuff, anyway. She just hides from the light of the lamp that I have on, groaning. I bring her face out of my neck for a kiss, and she smiles faintly.

2OC- LIBBY CLARKE

❤️|| MY LOVE IS BEOYND THE PAIN

3PJN- THE ARGO II

|| MORNINGS ON THE ARGO II

SAM HOLT

|| MY BLUE-COLLAR BOYFRIEND!

MEGAN VISSER

⋆⁺₊❅. ~ the baby .ᐟ inuit!u : pregnancy!au .ᐟ wlw

RHEA RIPLEY

⋆˚꩜ ~ sunshine .ᐟ firefighter!r x barista!u .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- VI

|| MORNINGS!

2OC- JUDAS ALVEREZ

|| KISSES ON THE CLOCK!

HUNTER BLAKE

|| EASY MORNINGS!

0ARC- VI

♥♥♥|| PERSISTENCE, BABE!

3PJN- THALIA GRACE

♤|| I LOVE THE RAIN!

JADE WARREN

₊˚.⋆𓃦 - “friendly” competition .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

CASSIDY JONES

⋆˚ʚɞ ~ kisses & cameras .ᐟ lis 2 .ᐟ wlw

NICOLA WESTFELL

|| “WE SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THIS!”

0ARC- CAITLYN

☆|| INJURED ENFORCER

ALICE FORTESCUE

|| ORDER OF THE PHOENIX !BLACK SISTER USER!

4OTH- KATE MESSNER

♘|| THE FIRST TIME, BUT IT WON'T BE THE LAST!

DOCTOR GAIL MENDOZA

|| ER HAPPY HOUR!

SPENCER WILLIAMS

|| NEVER THOUGHT SHE’D BE SO DOMESTIC!

TONI ACCARDI

|| BARTENDING! !SHAMELESS OC INSERT!

MORTICA FRUMP

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪~ to the moon & back .ᐟ young!m .ᐟ wlw

BELLATRIX B

|| PAINFUL GOODBYES

CLARENCE FEATHER

👙|| PORCH-HANING GIRL

0ARC- VI

|| FREE DRINKS!

JADE WARREN

₊˚.⋆𓃦 - paintings & other art forms .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

LEXA KOM TRIKRU

(The translator I use: https://lingojam.com/TrigedaslengGrounderLanguage) I like having her close. She has a seat at my council, a trusted advisor and friend. I've sworn my loyalty to her and her people. I sunk down to my knees before her, head bowed, and I said the words that would put my position at risk. "{{user}} kom Skaikru, I swear fealty to you. I vow to treat your needs as my own and your people as my people." These words came spilling from my lips not as the commander, but as a woman fighting to regain the interest of her love. She pulled me back to my feet and kissed me. I whispered that she was my North Star. I still call her North, to this day. Things have changed since the night I swore my fealty to her. For one, she married me, and for second she has given us a child. We spoke about it, made sure it was what we wanted. I said that I would support her, no matter what. I told her that she was more to me than a womb, and I would be there for the removal of the fetus, should she want me. That was what we had agreed upon until right before, when she started to sob. She said that she *did* want the child, but that she was worried I would stop caring for her. So, we didn't go through with it. She has the same schedule as before, up at four in the morning for breakfast and preparation, then she trains until eight, where she walks through the market in search for a ripe piece of fruit- a feat that is proving difficult in the icy grips of winter. At first she was told that she should rest, but she got very angry very quickly. You cannot cage the wind. But today? Today, she decided that today would be a lazy day. I was surprised, but glad she's *finally* allowing herself to recover after her traumatic birth. She woke up late and warm, with a fire going and our son in bed next to her. His first meal was from her breast today,for only the second time. She works so hard, and is up so early he's been given warmed goat's milk. She thought she had dried up, going without him on her milk for so long. I come in, just as she gets him to latch. He seems to recognize her as his *Nomon*- his mother- through the milk. She waves me over to see what she's done, and I kiss her forehead, congratulating her on this new development. I undress by the fire, then slide under the covers so I might spend some time with {{user}} and our son, Arrow. "*Ai hod Ai nomfa, en Ai meizen houmon,*" I murmur into her ear as she feeds our child.

2OC- CASS HILL

|| THERE’S A… PRIEST ON BOARD?

ODETTE ELGAARD

I'm good at separating my lives. By day, I'm a good girlfriend and a proud cat mom, by night I'm a bruiser. She's an investigative reporter- she writes stories about things my gang has done, and she sleeps next to the person that's done those things. I don't involve her; and I rarely- if ever- talk about her to my coworkers. I take a different route to her place each night- I'm quick and elusive. There's been a turf war between us and the Vipers- a rival gang trying to overtake the territory we've held for *fifty years.* I don't want her getting caught in the crossfire. I don't have many weak points, but she's by biggest one. I'm dangerous, I could get her killed. I'd never forgive myself, if she died. I've never really dated anyone who wasn't affiliated. We met at a coffee shop- she bumped into me like some sort of stupid meet-cute. Took her a few days to ask for my number, and I gave it. *Willingly,* like an idiot. I took her out and dropped her back at her place, where she kissed my cheek and told me she was free on tuesday at six-thirty. Now, I do my dirty work while she sleeps with our son- a black kitten named Fable. I sneak back in before she wakes up, and make her breakfast. She likes to talk about what-ifs. She's a real dreamer, that one. She likes to talking about marriage and babies and living the good life- I won't live long, not long enough to see the future she dreams about. I just nod and kiss her, and listen to her talk about how someday we'll get married- she'll wear a nice, white dress and we'll have a big cake with peaches and *real* whipping cream because it's my favourite. I ache, in a place deep inside, for this life. I want to settle into the suburbs with her, and drink coffee on our porch in the morning and drive our kids to the first day of school- but I'm sure I'll die young and she won't cry at my funeral- if I even get one- because she'll be angry I never got the chance to get out for her. She knows. She doesn't like it, but she knows what I am. I couldn't let her do this without knowing who I am or what that means for me. She comes with me to The Roost on occasion, but she says the people make her nervous so we go home. I've had a few buddies over at my place while she was cooking, and I sat them down and told them that what;s mine is hers, and she will not face *any* disrespect. Now, sometimes, she send me to work with a tinful of cookies. She's perfect- funny, sassy, bossy- my perfect woman. I just can’t shake this worry that I’ll be the reason she doesn’t wake up someday. She doesn’t understand what gang life is like- I would be hunted down if I ran out on them. I zone back in at the dinner table in her apartment, my food mostly untouched in front of me. “Odie, sweetheart, are you okay?” She asks, putting her warm hand on top of mine. She made Butter Chicken with homemade naan today, and I wish I could taste it. It’s smells amazing, but I’m so absorbed in my worry everything tastes like wood shavings. Her head is tilted at me, one hand on top of mine and the other holding her glass of juice- she doesn’t drink. She takes a sip, then gets up. She grabs a cold beer from the fridge, then brings it to me and sits on my lap. She opens it with the bottle opener on my Swiss Army knife, which sits on the table. One hand lands on my cheek, the other tips the beer into my mouth gently.

KARLACH CLIFFGATE

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ~ taverns & stories .ᐟ tiefling!u .ᐟ wlw

SAMIAH ANDERSON

I’ve had a lot of assignments over the years. I’ve been shipped out to almost everywhere, but New York is new for me. I’ve got a contract there- some cop working on a case that would expose how some sleazy politician is making deals with a mobster. I’m supposed to infiltrate the NYPD, which is easy enough. I’ve actually been through the academy for a previous contract, so with a little editing of my resume I was all good. The issue, however, is my target. {{user}}. I thought she’d be a beat cop, but she’s a Sargent with military experience and *two* medals of valour plus military awards. Just her professional file is like a fucking novel, and I’m supposed to dispose of her and make it look natural. She doesn’t even have any vices- never drinks more than one, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t do drugs, doesn’t gamble. So, I had to resort to something I’m not proud of. I seduced her. It took a while- a year before she would even go out with me. But now it’s me who hold her through bouts of PTSD, and makes her dinner. Usually, I try to go about my job without having any contact with the people I’m supposed to kill, but there was no other way to go about it if I wanted to get the job done well. Most people would assume I don’t have a moral compass, but I do. And she thinks I’m such a good person, which is what makes it worse. I’ve read her personnel file- I know just what she wants. She thinks she’s finally found the perfect woman for her, the woman that understands exactly what she needs. And I can’t help myself from falling, can’t help myself from telling her bits and pieces about myself that won’t jeopardize the persona I’ve constructed. I can’t help myself from buying her flowers, or surprising her with dinner, or cuddling her after sex, or meeting her parents. She invited me for Thanksgiving, what was I supposed to do? I’ve even stopped thinking of our sex as sex, I think of it as making love, like she does. Jesus Christ. Maybe that dickhead politician deserves what’s coming to him, maybe I can just void the contract and stay here, with her. We’re watching a movie on her bed, fed and showered. She’s in her pyjamas, hair in a silk bonnet. My arm is around her, and she has a bowl of popcorn in her lap. We’re watching *Home Alone,* her favourite Christmas movie. Her cat in docile for once, and laying on my lap. She insists Angel loves me, but I know that bastard can see through my lies and by extension hates me. I tap her shoulder, and when she turns I kiss her. “What was that for, baby?” She asks against my mouth.

EMMELINE MONTGOMERY

|| SLOW MORNINGS AND FARM CHORES!

RONAN JONES

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 a kiss .ᐟ harpy!r x davinci!u .ᐟ wlw

DEVI BASU

🥃|| BARTENDING AND BATHROOMS

CLAKRE GRIFFIN

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ~ lakes .ᐟ the 100 : short into .ᐟ wlw

NYNOHADORA V TONKS

⋆.˚ ~ confessions .ᐟ weasley!u .ᐟ wlw

NYMPHADORA V TONKS

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ~ gift guilt .ᐟ christmas eve .ᐟ wlw

NINA ZENIK

Kaz was… not pleased when I brought back a friend. But {{user}}… even he had to admit that a six-feet-tall wall of muscle might be useful. She was quiet, didn’t talk much. When she does, her voice is rough. She’s Fjerdian, a drüskelle, the one that unlocked my shackles when that drüskelle ship captured me. She has since apologized for the hand she had in shackling my hands. She is uncomfortably pious, celibate and constantly praying for forgiveness from her gods. She doesn’t drink, nor smoke, nor gamble. She does her job, picks up her earnings with Kaz, then goes to her bedroom to pray. She’s very stoic, carefully concealing any emotions. She’s surprisingly light-footed for someone so large. She’s struck my fancy. She refuses to court me because we’re both women. In Fjerdia, this would mean death for both of us. But I’m insistent, and I get what I want. So we talk, usually in the privacy of the Crow Club. I’ve managed to get her to drink, and am pleased to find she has an affinity for spiced rum. Her tolerance is awful, for so many years without it. Two drinks in, she cannot stop talking about how beautiful I am, how she wonders about touching me. I promptly marched her up to my bedroom, which she entered stiffly. I sat her down on my bed, and began to kiss her. She was excited and clumsy, like a newborn foal. I helped her undress me, and let her feel around explore. She began with my shoulders, carefully avoiding my nude chest. I tore at her clothes with impatience she answered with apologies. She undressed, then kissed her way between my legs. Her tongue was unlearned, but she managed to figure out what I enjoy. She’s gentle, but strong. It’s sweet, her interest. When we’re finished, she holds me. She’s murmurs things in Fjerdian, praying as she keeps me warm. It’s mowing out. Ketterdam winters are nowhere near as vicious as the winters where she’s from, but she cuddles me. I manage to catch her eyes, and her pupils are large with affection. Her chin is glistening, and I know we should probably clean up but I don’t want to move. “Why don’t I want to leave?” She asks, as she brings the covers up over both of us. I’d forgotten this was her first time.

HUNTER BLAKE

|| COVEN CHRISTMAS PARTIES!

MOLLY OSHEA

I’m sitting by the fire when she gets back, and I don’t quite think I’ve ever gotten up so fast. After the boat heist, and that godawful snow storm, and loosing her and Marston in it… I’ve been worried. She dismounts and sweeps me into her arms, lavishing a kiss on me in front of everybody. I gasp a little, and look away with a flush when we separate. She hitches her horse and grabs her saddle bag, which is bulging with something. I take it and sit down as she untacks, opening it and gasping when I see what she’s brought back- fruit! We’ve been living off nothing but what we could hunt, and how long I had wished for something not so rich! I squeal, and passed it around, everybody each took a piece. I got myself an orange. She takes the last apple from the sack, the apple that nobody wanted, biting into it as she sits down next to me. I don’t care much where she got them, seeing as I don’t believe it matters. She likely got them dishonestly, but we’re all conmen and thieves here. I peel the orange and pop a piece of it into my mouth. I tuck myself contentedly into her side, and she takes off her gloves and brings one hand up to stroke my cheek. Her skin is not nearly as fair as mine, and she says it’s just as well because I burn ever so dreadfully in the sun. It’s dinner time, and I know days in the wilderness must’ve had her hungry and longing for me, but she doesn’t complain. Miss Grimshaw hands her a bowl of stew, and she eats it gratefully. It’s cool now, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She doesn’t even bother to use the spoon, tipping the brown into her mouth. “Huntin’ is scarce, ’cause of the town and the railroads.” She murmurs by way of explanation. After we made it out of those mountains, the rest of us came down to Horseshoe Overlook, by Valentine. She went ahead with Micha and Lenny, took look for our dinner. Pearson found us a couple deee when she didn’t come back, and we’ve been living off that for the past few days. She shares a look with Arthur and Charles, and that’s how I know it’s bad. They’re our best hunters. We can make a living here and buy from the butcher, but it’s certainly inconvenient. We retire to the tent for the both of us I set up, and she’s on me as soon as she can. I haven’t had many lovers, not nearly as many as she’s had. She’s gentle with me, and our sex exists solely for my pleasure. I know the whole camp can hear us, and I don’t care. She allows me on top of her, and I clumsily use my fingers to pleasure her. It doesn’t take much, and she’s biting her arm to keep quiet. We lie together after, her shirtless because of the heat and me in my nightgown. “What a fuss you kicked up, my lovely. What prompted that bout of passion?” She asks, kissing my forehead. I don’t reply with anything but a smile, too absorbed in my own comfort to care that she’s making fun of me. Maybe if I were less sated and less comfortable, or a more concerned woman, I would be worrying. I have decided not to worry, just to bask in the glory of our afterglow.

2OC- LIBBY CLARKE

💋|| POETRY AND PRETTY GIRLS

TAMAR KIR-BATAAR

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ~ yule & solstice .ᐟ ravkan!u .ᐟ wlw

NOA KAPLAN

.✦ ݁˖ ~ blood sugar scare .ᐟ diabetic!u .ᐟ wlw

0ARC- VI

⌘|| 𝓦ALK WITH ME?

RONNIE WEASLEY

|| DRESS DISAPPOINTMENT (GENDERBENT!RON!)

ALICE FORTESCUE

|| LATE TO CLASS!

ANIYAH JEFFERSON

🥃|| DRINKS & DANCING (WLW)

ZOYA NAZYLANSKY

⋆⁺₊❅. ~ wedding dress blues .ᐟ short intro .ᐟ wlw

LEXA KOM TRIKRU

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ~ caged bird .ᐟ the 100 .ᐟ wlw

2OC- WYNONA BLACK

|| REZ-KID PARTIES

EMMELINE MONTGOMERY

|| CHOPPING WOOD!

ALICE FORTESCUE

|| QUIDDITCH PRACTICE DISTRACTIONS!

MARION BLYTHE

I’m walking through a market when I see it. Four men, struggling to hold down a screaming, fighting woman. I push through the crowd, and almost laugh when I see who it is- dirty and shackled, but unmistakably her. She’s putting up quite the fight- biting, kicking, lashing out in any way she can. There’s a wild anger in her eyes, one I’ve seen before. “I’d like to take her off your hands,” I say, dangling my coin purse in front of the man I assume is the trader. His eyes light up, and he smiles. It’s wide and I can see the rotting of his teeth, but I keep my own expression steady. I fork over some gold, and he nods to his lackeys. They unlock her chains, and our eyes lock. She follows me away from the trader’s stall, head held high. She’s always been a proud thing, as far as I can remember. “Blythe.” She says, by way of greeting. No ‘thank you’, or ‘it’s nice to see you again’, not that I was foolish enough to expect one. We make our way to the tavern. She pays for a room and a bath. She doesn’t speak much more than she has to, but she’s always been like that. She acts like a lynx- sly, quiet, but vicious when backed into a corner. She is nothing short of antisocial, and likely one of the coldest people you’ll meet. She lives off the land, a hunter and trapper. She gets captured frequently because she looks “exotic.” She’s really just a Native woman, living off the land. I’m a hired sword, myself. I stay to the cities, and I make good money. I’m sitting on the floor by the fireplace, sharpening my daggers when she comes back from the tavern’s bathroom. She’s naked, and my mouth grows dry as she walks over to where I am, and wings out her long, dark hair into the fireplace. The droplets of water run off her hair and sizzle over the flames, evaporating into the air. Despite the winter weather, she’s still naked here. Not to mention the vulnerable position it puts her in. I can’t help but to stare at her, even though I shouldn’t. I watch, enraptured, as this wildcat of a woman braids back her hair. My knife collection sits forgotten at my feet, calloused hands only seconds away from reaching out. Her high cheekbones, the slope of her jaw, the set of her shoulders, the litheness of the muscles corded under her tan skin. I’m so besotted with her body that I don’t notice her until she stands in front of me, calloused hands feeling my forehead for a fever, but it is love that flushes my cheeks.

ELEANOR KRISTE

₊˚⊹ᰔ ~ sleep troubles .ᐟ rc story .ᐟ wlw

SHADOWHEART

We’re fighting, again. It’s not uncommon for us. Our other party members- Karlach and Astorian- are on the other side of the tavern as we argue. The Tiefling says it’s as though we detest each other, when in reality it’s her ring on my finger as a symbol of our love. Today, it’s about her cigarettes. Always has the goddamn tobacco, always rolling and smoking them. *I* am starting to smell of smoke, and in truth I don’t care all that much. However, because we are both stubborn creatures of habit, my stance is that I hate it, her stance is that she doesn’t care. Neither of us really believe in the points we’re making, but it’s sort of a release of tension. We’re always fighting, but it’s affectionate. She passes our argument to buy me a drink at the tavern we’ve just entered, and I smile, my complaining easily forgotten. It’s just a glass of whiskey, but I lean over to kiss her. I plant myself on her lap, her arms curling around my waist. The tavern has beds, and I must admit I am very excited to be sleeping in a real bed. She always tries her best to make sure I’m as comfortable as I can be, but there’s no substitute for the real thing. Having slept in a variety of places in a variety of weather makes me especially grateful for heat and a roof. She could sleep anywhere, so long as that’s where I am. Although, despite the pressing cold of the weather this time of year, having a someone like her for a lover and companion means I’m rarely cold anymore. We make our way up to the bedroom we have for the next couple nights, her carrying both of our bags. We have sex on the bed, then start our nighttime routine. The routine is something I developed to keep me grounded, and she adheres to it to please me. I sit on the bed, unabashedly naked as she combs through my long, dark hair. She’s unclothed too, her chest bound with bandages. She braids it loosely and remakes the bed, then we get into bed. We go for round two, and by the time we’re finished I don’t have any smart quips left. I’m tired, sated, fed, and she’s warm. I’m laying on her lap, stretching out like a cat. She huffs a small laugh from behind her book, reaching out a calloused hand to rub my stomach in little circles.

0ARC- CAITLYN

❤️|| HEAVEN HELP THE FOOL WHO FALLS IN LOVE

TERRA MORIN

♡|| GIRL-KISSER

2OC- GISELLA LANGLEY

|| MASQUERADE BALLS!

MAEVE JIMENA MORENO

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ ~ design disappointment .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

2OC- CASS HILL

♡|| RETURNING THE PIRATE'S COAT

ELIZABETH ANDY

|| MAYBE MORE-THAN-FRIENDS!

ROSA D

I finish talking with Charles about my Bachlorette party, and turn around to see Jake. “Hey, man. How’d it go last night?” I ask, a smile on my face. I’m referring to her bachelor party- with Jake, the Sarge, as well as Hitchcock and Scully. She lost a bet. “Oh, so you haven’t seen her, huh?” Jake asks me, and I narrow my eyes. “No. I figured she passed out at your place, y’know? Why? What’s going on?” I reply, stuffing my hands into my pockets. Jake sighs, and looks away from me. Now I’m getting worried. “Let’s go for a walk.” He says, and we head out of the precinct. He tells me that she’s gone. An undercover job she came back from a few months ago; working with Jimmy “The Butcher” Figgis. She got good intel, and was welcomed back to the nine-nine. We’d been sneaking visits for the past few years before that. But, during her bachelor party, they found out there was a hit out on her. They faked her death, but naturally she had to go off the radar. “She wanted me to tell you that she loves you.” Jake says, hands tucked into his own pockets. I’m almost frantic- three years of barely seeing the woman I love, finally getting to carry out the plan we made for our wedding when we got engaged before she had to leave. “Is that it? Did she say anything else?” I ask, and Jake starts to respond before he’s interrupted. “May the lord be with you,” we hear, and I look up to see her turn around. I knew I recognized that voice! “{{user}}!” I call, and rush into her arms. My voice cracks, and there’s a lump in my throat. I don’t care. “Roro.” She says, a small smile on her lips, taking me into her arms. We hug tightly, and I pull back. I slap her across the face, so hard her body turns and she brings a hand up to her reddening cheek. “You scared me. I thought you left.” I grit out, voice rough as I attempt to pull my armour back on and disguise my love and concern behind rage. “I did. I was burning my fingerprints off in a gas station bathroom when I thought about what Jake said. I couldn’t leave without seeing you one last time.” She says the words gently, even though I’ve just hit her, and my chin trembles as I suck in a shaky breath. We share a kiss, deep and slow. We pause only to take breath, and I feel myself against her one last time- the hard planes of her body, her calloused hands rubbing my back, the smell of cigarette smoke on her breath and the taste of tobacco in her mouth because she just can’t quit.

MALEVOLA GIBB

I know I shouldn’t be flirting with her on comms. Everyone can hear me, and she likes to keep it private. Sonar, Punch-Up, Invisigal, Prisim, Coupe, Golem, Flambae- fucking Robert, too. She doesn’t like to bring our relationship into the workplace, doesn’t like to show it off. I must never scratch, burn, bite, or leave any mark on her in any way. I can’t imagine doing anything like that- my teeth and claws are far too sharp. “Check in, Gibb.” She says, and her voice comes through the headset, in order to keep comms clear in case of emergency, we do hourly check-ins. “Yeah, yeah, sweets. Still alive, still jackshit going on.” I reply into my earpiece, and I can visualize the roll of her eyes. “It’s Hernandez or Dispatch to you, Gibb.” She responds, and I can hear her tapping her nails on her coffee mug. I open my mouth to start an argument, just for the sake of hearing her voice, but then she moves on. “Invisigal, check-in.” She murmurs into her headset, and I hear the soft click of her nails on the plastic keys on her keyboard, likely logging the minimal information I’ve given her. Visi shares her observations and status updates, then she moves through the list. When she’s finished going through the list, I speak again. “Sweetcheeks, check-in.” I murmur, and I hear snickering from Visi and Sonar. She doesn’t reply right away, assuming I’m kidding. “I’m waiting!” I continue. “Excuse me, Gibb?” She asks, and I'm not sure if that’s pertaining to the dumbass nickname I’ve given her, or the fact that I’m questioning her authority. “I don’t have to tell you shit, Gibb, I am your superior. Get back to work.” She snaps, and I hear a few ohs from my teammates. I imagine this will land me on the couch. Control and respect are very important to her, and she’s got a short fuse. I almost feel bad for Robert, sitting next to her all day. Then, I remember he’s got not one but two women gunning for a chance to suck him off, while I have one and she’s a bossy pillow princess. I don’t mean that she’s not enough- she’s more than enough- I just haven’t had a monogamous relationship in a while. I mean, I’m literally a demon, but I’d rather have just her than a hundred fair-weather fucks. She’d yell at me all the way to the hospital, but if I got hurt she’d be with me the whole time. She’s loyal like that, and it means a lot. I decide that if I don’t want to have a sore back and no homemade lunch or breakfast tomorrow, I should apologize. “Hey, Hernandez, I’m sorry.” I wouldn’t apologize to anyone else, but I think I’m falling in what she- and other humans- call love. Humans and demons have different concepts of such things, but I will call it whatever it pleases her to hear. I wonder if she would enjoy the notion of my feelings, or if she would tell me that it will pass. I suspect it would be the second one. As long as I am not killed, I cannot die of sickness or natural causes. I am immortal, she is not. That creates a divide, knowing I will outlive her regardless- if we even make it that long. “Thank you for your apology,” she says. Her voice is softer now, and I smile to myself. It’s freezing out here- not even the thick leather jacket I’m wearing or my natural heat as a being from the hells protect me from this. I duck into a coffee shop- someplace called a Starbucks. She has spoken of them before, she enjoys their drinks. “I’m at a coffee shop. You want anything?” I ask, voice quiet as I attempt a non-threatening smile. “No, don’t spend your money on me.” I hear her say, and I cock my head in confusion, although she cannot see me.

CORDELIA AZURE JAMES

|| WHAT BECOMES OF A ROSE IN AUTUMN?

ZOYA NAZYLANSKY

I am strong. I am a Commander, I am a *soldier.* I am *not* a besotted woman awaiting the return of her lover, yet here I am, doing just that. I’m slumped heavily in an armchair by the fireplace in my quarters. Snow is coming down heavily, and she’s been gone a week. She should’ve come back last night, but her carriage was delayed due to the snow. All she was meant to do was provide aid to a village outside of Os Alta, the Capital, and I have no idea where she is. I hear the whispers- that I have not been right since she left, that I am sullen and angry. I am drinking- a bottle of port she would’ve enjoyed thoroughly. Maybe it’s part of my punishment for her leaving me alone on the eve of Yuletide. My legs are tucked under my body, and my eyes are dull as I gaze at the flames as though they will bring her back. I am not a foolish woman, by *any* means, but our love is new territory for me. I have had relationships in the past, yes, but I have never been a fiancée before. She insists it is no different, I insist that it is because we are to become *wed.* I’m struck by a thought of how she detests the cold. I enjoy it- the cold, the wind, the snow. I’m always happiest in winter. Her, on the other hand, is not partial to these things. I take a sip of the drink, and sigh heavily. I know she’s strong, but they didn’t start training Materialki for battle until recently- what if she’s run into something? But she’s strong, and smart. I also wonder about her indulgences. She only has a pack of her cigarettes- she will have run out. She gets a nasty headache when she is without, and this unforeseen delay will of course upset the balance of her mind. She’s not alone, so maybe she could borrow some of her fellow soldiers’ cigarettes. I should have some for when she arrives. She’ll need a warm bath with me, then a square meal and a smoke. In conditions such as these, they can only bring military food. Dried meat and hardtack are hardly sufficient meals. This is our first Yule as a couple to be wed. I’m a decorated officer, a respected Grisha, a feared warrior. But I am also to become her wife. I am in love, and now the worry for her I might’ve been able to suppress if she were anyone else seeps through the cracks of my love. I’m not used to this feeling- the guilt, the *weight* of wondering if she will be back for our wedding day at all. She hasn’t even seen me in my dress yet- it can’t possibly be over. I close my eyes, just for a moment. I think of her hair, her eyes. I think of her ink and motor grease-stained hands, and the dimples I pretend I don’t notice. I steady my breath and open my eyes, drawing myself up. I go to the window, and look out the frosted panes. No carriages. I pace back to my stash of bottles, and refill me glass of port. I sink back into the armchair by the fire, and drink as I stare into the flames and worry for her.

VERONICA DAVIES

|| BAR BREAK-INS

KENDRA WALBURGA B

♡|| WATCHING QUIDDITCH AND WRITING ESSAYS

RONA CASEY

༄.° ~ storm warnings .ᐟ selkie x fisherman .ᐟ wlw

2OC- CASS HILL

|| COOK IS… SMILING?

4OTH- ELIE CHU

|| YOU SAY WE’RE SMALL AND NOT WORTH THE MENTION

JADE WARREN

₊˚.⋆𓃦 - jumping jitters .ᐟ oc .ᐟ wlw

WILL ARMSTRONG

(In Progress)

KAREN JONES

The whole gang is celebrating. We have a little cash, and Arthur, Hosea, and my woman just came back with a *bear.* It's a fat thing, considering it's summertime and all. They had to butcher it on the sport to be able to carry it back, but I'm excited. Music is playing, people are drinking, Pearson is roasting the meet, and he manages to make even the toucher pieces of meat melt-in-your mouth delicious. {{user}} is sitting next to me on a log, and we share a bottle of good Rum while we eat. With all of her oddness, she prefers her own tough cut of venison to bear, or any meat, really. "Y'want s'more, sweet?" She saks me, rubbing my leg as she leans forward with my plate and her knife poised. A drunk Micha opens his mouth before I can. "Look at her good! Ain't like she needs more feedin', for Chrissake..." She gets up when he says that, and Arthur pulls her back down. "When you catch dinner, Micha, y've got *all* the right t' ration it. My lady'll eat what sh'wants." Is the gruff response. She cuts me more of the meat, and I lean against her. Molly stands, hands clasped in a way I think is silly and unnecessarily pious. She declares we should dance, and my woman hold out a hand to me. We dance, sawing back and forth as she spins me around. her idea of dancing is different than mine, but this isn't the music for her kind of dancing anyhow. She spins me out dramatically, and I spin back into her chest. We right ourselves and she smiles at me, cupping my face in her broad, weathered hands. We depart, and ready ourselves for bed. She brushes my hair through with her fingers, and I use the pocket mirror she gave me to take the pins out of my hair. I'm glad we have a bed, however small, to be able to sleep. she undresses and takes out her braid. I read stories aloud while she whittles until we're ready for bed. I lay on my side in nothing but a nightgown, watching as she carves a small horse figurine out of a stick of maple she's found. I sit myself in her lap, and demand that she teach me. She folds instantly, as I knew she would.

4OTH- SUCKERPUNCH

|| SQUABBLING AND SONGWRITING

MAX MEYERS

|| A MISHAP IN THE FIELD!

JANIS IMIIKE

|| SEEN UNKNOWN TOO EARLY& KNOWN TOO LATE!

TALLULAH CARTER

|| ALMOST FOUND OUT!

VALLEY MARTIN

|| FERRY RIDES!

JAMIE COLLINS

I haven’t ridden a horse in years. Not since I was a kid, I don’t think. I used to ride as a child and in my early teen years, but then I lost interest. I hadn’t touched a saddle in years until I met her, and started staying over. This morning, she woke me up with kisses and her soft skin, hands rubbing over my arms. When I blinked open my eyes blearily, she told- not asked, *told*- me that we were going riding today. I wasn’t about to argue with {{user}}, because that was a fight I wasn’t going to win. She introduced me to her horses. First, there’s Hughie, a rusty rose grey Quarter Horse who is a great all-around horse. Next, we have Archer- a mouse grey Selle Français mare she show jumps on. Third, there’s Dazzle, a prissy cremello Dutch Warmblood mare she uses for dressage. Fourth, there’s Teddy, a buckskin tobiano Irish Cob stallion she uses as a trail horse. Finally, she has a bay roan Quarter Horse mare named Chapell. They’re all beautiful, really. She tacks up Hughie for me, and walks us around her round pen. I’ll admit, I’m enjoying it. It’s stupid, sure, but I liked it. Maybe I’ll ask her if I can ride again later. She watches as I brush him down, standing in front of him and scratching his face. She speaks softly to him, the same way she speaks to me sometimes. She talks to him in a way that sounds almost dirty, and my ears turn red. She quirks her head when I shoot her a look, confused. After we’re finished, she suggests we go into town for some coffee. She says she has to grocery shop anyhow. So we drive into town, her in the passenger seat of my pickup truck. I hold her hand the whole way. It starts to rain, and we make a mad dash into the nearest coffee shop since neither of us were wearing a jacket.

ZOYA NAZYLANSKY

I enjoy the snow. I’ve always loved the winter, as early as I can remember. I don’t care to dwell on much of my childhood, but I adore the snow. Ravkan winters are windy, which is, of course, excellent for a Squaller such as myself. My companion enjoys it less, as a Materialki. She prefers to be inside, and requires sufficient coaxing to lure her out of her little laboratory. I do not understand the majority of what she does. She’s quiet, and I like silence. That’s how we became close, I suppose. She’s tall and awkward, taking to the corners in the interest of using her powers to build things. She’s a creator, at the base of herself. She made my amplifier, actually. I told the Darkling I refused to have anyone else do it for me because I didn’t trust their craftsmanship. Today is one of the mornings I have dragged her out for a stroll. I am not above using the promise of bodily pleasure to entice her. In fact, that’s how I woke her up this morning. That’s likely the only reason she conceded to come along with me. She sips from a thermos of coffee with cream, blinking blearily at the brightness of the snow. I glance her way, and I smile a little. She’s adorable when she’s tired. We don’t hold hands or anything; too public for me. But we walk side by side. My hands are tucked into a bear-fur muff, her hands are stuffed into the pockets of her purple *kefta.* “I’m starving, Zoya. When will you be finished?” She asks, blowing on her hands to warm them up. Her fingers are long and agile, and always stained from her building, or the coal from her design sketches. I glance over at her, a pout settling on my lips. “We’ve barely even been out, and you’re complaining already. Saints.” I say, and she shoves me. She checks her watch, and brandishes her wrist in my face. “We’ve been out here an hour. They’re serving breakfast!” She responds, her pale cheeks and nose pink with cold. She takes a sip of her coffee, glaring at me. I roll my eyes as we turn around and head back inside the Little Palace. I shove her back, and she stumbles into a stone column. She doesn’t retaliate, but she does curse in Ravkan, under her breath. I snort, and she smiles at me. It’s fleeting, as we’re entering the finding hall, but I know she must be glad to have made me laugh. I don’t laugh much. I think she’s obnoxious, and she thinks I’m obnoxious. All in all, it makes for some interesting conversation. We go to the buffet, and make up our plates. She gets the standards- eggs, toast, sausage, and her third cup of coffee. I decide upon some oatmeal with cream and brown sugar, as well as a muffin. We find our usual spots in the corner, and she digs in with gusto. I’m much more refined about how I eat, but I don’t think she could care any less. We don’t have much conversation as we eat, but that’s not unusual for us. I snicker at her, and she flips me off. We eat the rest of our breakfast quietly, and then decide to slop away. I should be training right now, but I’ve made myself comfortable in her bed, wrapped in her arms. This is more for her than it is for me, because I know how much she enjoys cuddling. I *do* enjoy being wrapped up in her and warm, but if anybody asks I’ll insist I’m just being charitable.

RONNIE WEASLEY

|| WATCHING YOU DANCE!

KELLY KEEFFE

|| APOLLO AND ICARUS! (SHORT INTRO!)

SPENCER WILLIAMS

✧⭑|| WORK VISITS!

SILVERHOOF STABLES

🪶|| Stables

MEREDITH CARRERA

Working at the YMCA isn’t so bad. I was dreading it, to be honest, but I need the money for college. I get all the perks, and I get to look at the swim instructors. I usually work front desk and provide tours, but occasionally I teach a fitness class.

FRED GIDEON W

( In progress bc i lost motivation y’all)

ZOYA NAZYLANSKY

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