cari

this is a choices blog // number one atlas stan // she/they/he

[choicesenthusiast]

with fortunately convenient timing, the unnanounced narrative game company founded by former pb employees now has a name! candlelight games, led by none other andrew shvarts aka mr. blades himself (along with his brother daniel), megan schwarz (lead of tna, ame, ds, weh) and royal mcgraw (who headed the original hollywood u and then choices until 2021).

their first project is a fantasy story, so if the series ai acquisition and, most recently, the blades iii ai cover reveal upsets and disappoints you (which it should! fuck ai fr), i'd recommend taking a following to them as i have. i'm looking forward to what's to come!

[atlas-moons]

Hello, I hope you're doing well. Have a nice day, friend 🩷 I appreciate you and your presence in this wonderful fandom. Keep it up, sunshine!!

I LOVE U MORE MWUAH 💕💕

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by anonymous

‘VIP should be only about unlimited keyes and bonus diamonds, the early release feature helped kill the fandom and nothing’s gonna change my opinion on this, sadly’

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

[houseofwomn]

also them just recently including the “vip-exclusive books” is so fucked up like HELLO?

[atlas-moons]

if it helps, the vip-exclusive books are not that great. bb origins is basically just the lore of the main vampires. stuff we already knew, just fleshed out into full chapters. and the dalton affair is literally tna from sam’s perspective (it’s boring). i am genuinely only vip for the extra diamonds and unlimited keys, cus i be replaying books. early access is nice, but it would be better if the books coming out were different genres

[lostworldss]

I saw some people on reddit bring up the theory that MC probably wasn’t constantly asleep the entire year and they did have memories of being experimented on but Valax made them forget. And honestly this would be such a good idea I can’t get over it.

Like MC has been so busy so far and they haven’t really had time to think about what happened or really reflect, but that could also partly be due to an unconscious coping mechanism from their mind too. It could be one of those things where MC’s mind could be purposely trying to block it out because it was painful/traumatic.

What if in the future chapters, the memories start coming back to MC and they start remembering everything?

Honestly I’m not confident at all that this is really what the writers are doing, and I also think it would probably be darker than they want for this book. There’s also the fact that I think they’re going to make Valax a LI by the end of the book and they can’t really give her a redemption if they say she was doing more painful stuff to MC. But maybe if they do it, they could make it give more backstory to Valax in a flashback scene and show that she was being forced to it by her mother or something like that.

[choices-binglebonkus]

I’m sorry I keep bringing it up, and I know it’s still VERY early in the book, but if Blades 2 ends up flopping, I’m not going to be mad, disappointed, etc. I’m just going to be sad. Actually legitimately sad. Because book one was such an amazing book all around and we’ve waited so long for book two.

Part of the issue I have with it right now is, as I mentioned, the pacing. It reminds me a lot of The Royal Heir book one, and I know the two are so different that comparing them is a little silly, but bear with me.

The Royal Heir’s first book, as many, many, many of us remember (💀), had us stuck at the Walker Ranch for nine chapters, eight of which were pure filler, plain and simple. One chapter = one week, so we had eight weeks of filler. And that’s not even counting the filler we had prior to the Walker Ranch.

After the MC discovered she was pregnant in TRH, the story moved faster. So fast, in fact, that the MC’s pregnancy, the focal point of the story, was almost entirely shown through time-skips.

Blades 2 did not need to wait until chapter five for us to officially begin our journey, especially considering (as mentioned in my previous post) book one of Blades had us already knee-deep in combat with enemies on the high seas in chapter five.

I greatly fear for the book as the pacing already displayed is not great, and after finding out that Andrew was no longer the lead writer, well…that didn’t help.

At this point I’m hoping they don’t TRH the book because I don’t know if I can handle seeing yet another mighty series fall.

[screw-u-vaanu]

Not to trigger my Endless Summer ptsd, but the Watcher today saying his strength is waning with his age, and then saying he needs MC’s help to fix the rifts makes me wonder…

Are we going to have to become the next Watcher and live between the realms for the next few millennia, leaving all our friends and loved ones behind?

[ask-crammaster-ham]

here’s the closeted furries “hey man… can u bum me a cig” and “the one uncle nobody invites to the family reunion but SOMEONE keeps telling him where it is anyways”

if you want an idea of what john is like, imagine hau from pokemon sumo

ALSO the ppl who kept asking me for trans thomas art, HERE he’s trans in this au (; 

ft John:

[heritageposts]

date of origin: 12th of september, 2017.

[joeyclaire]

happy birthday thomas jefferson miku binder

[smegmatheefactory]

Imagine if this post dropped a day earlier….

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by anonymous

‘I want the Untameable series to be connected to Crimes of Passion and High School Story. Someone from Crimes of Passion and High School Story needs to make a cameo in Unbridled: An Untameable Story’

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

[atlas-moons]

thank u anon i needed a good laugh :’)

[shreyamistry]

“why are you crying?” + “who cares what they think?” for michael x m!mc ❤️❤️

Pairing: Michael x M!MC

Prompt: “Why are you crying?” + “Who cares what they think?”

Word Count: 2100+

Summary: Running late from a play rehearsal, Michael finds Axel crying alone in the auditorium. The boys have to figure out what comes next for themselves and their relationship with each other.

A/N: Requests are open if you’re interested, find my prompts and rules here!!

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it!

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Michael leans against his locker, his solid form pressed against the cool metal of the locker as he glances at his phone expecting a text from Axel. Typically when running late from cheer or drama Axel is instantly sending out a text on their post school night dates, he’s never forgotten to send a text before now. He frowns, seeing no indication of a message, he glances around the hallways that once bustle with life now decorated with loneliness. He breathes out heavily, shoving his phone into his pocket to go check the auditorium for his boyfriend.

He thinks they might still be rehearsing and lost track of time, he wonders if he’ll see Axel wearing another stupid looking costume that only he could make work. He chuckles to himself remembering the George Washington style white wig and outfit in complete disarray that he found Axel wearing trying to rub an intense amount of powder off his face. He pulls open the auditorium doors calling out for Axel getting no response.

His footsteps are loud as he crosses the auditorium stage, nearly echoing with each movement. He scans around for any sign of Axel in the soft darkness with most of the stage lights being out it’s hard to see clearly. He knows Axel should be here, he was meant to be rehearsing a few scenes with Rory and their other co-lead. He frowns to himself again, starting to worry about what might’ve happened to Axel.

As he pulls out his phone to call Axel, he hears a soft sniffling sound from around the corner at the back of the stage. Michael raises an eyebrow as he edges closer to the noise hoping not to startle whoever’s there and invade their privacy, he might be arrogant but he’s not an asshole. Normally, Michael wouldn’t care about some random dude crying in an auditorium. This would be more of Axel’s scope of knowledge, but on the off chance it was Axel, he didn’t want to regret walking away leaving his boyfriend to cry by himself.

Coming around the corner he finds Axel with his knees pulled to his chest, tears leaking down his cheeks, trying his hardest not to sniffle loudly. His face angled in a way to try and hide the fact he was crying. Michael’s heart shatters in his chest, not missing a single beat as he rushes forward pressing a hand to Axel’s back to comfort him. His movements deliberately as comforting as possible.

“Sunshine, it’s okay. I’m here.” His voice soothing as he runs his hand up and down his red and white Berry High Senior Year t-shirt that Axel wore. The fabric is soft to the touch;the two of them have matching shirts thanks to Mr LaHart, Axel’s dad, who bought them the t-shirts. Michael always thought Axel wore it better. Both boys now in their senior year of high school, their entire future staring down at them. “Shhh. You’re okay.”

Michael’s other arm wraps around Axel’s body, who clings to his arm as though it would save him from being drowned. Michael chuckles to himself, thinking about Axel being the cutest man alive even when absolutely gutted. He can’t help himself from whispering sweet nothing to Axel, trying to do anything with his limited knowledge of comforting others to comfort his one true love.

He wonders what went wrong, surely it must be about the play? He didn’t realize that the plays meant so much to Axel, he thought he cared more about his cheer team. Cheer co-captain with Sydney now that Mia graduated, he should be ecstatic especially with college scouts seeing his prowess on the field and in the classroom. He’s had different schools approach him and Sydney to ask about their future and their history practicing the sport of cheerleading. Michael can’t deny how much he loves seeing Axel perform especially in their uniform.

Michael places warm kisses to the side of Axel’s face that isn’t buried into the fabric of Michael’s green sweater that he gave him. ‘Gave to him’ being a stretch considering that Michael lent it to him once and now Axel refuses to give it back to him, whether or not he drowned in the fabric or not, Axel didn’t care. He always claimed it smelled like Michael and it helps him relax when he’s overstimulated or overwhelmed with life. He can just breathe and remember that he has Michael and it brings him peace.

Michael adores being able to be there for Axel like that, he often found himself incredibly worried he wasn’t good enough for Axel; disappointing people still happened to be his biggest fear all this time later. Axel never lets him think that though, any doubt that crosses Michael’s mind is quickly whisked away by Axel’s comforting and loving words to remind him how much he loves him. Michael knows it’s his turn to return the favor.

“Why are you crying?” Michael whispers against Axel’s skins, his warm lips kissing away the tears that burned his lover's handsomely gentle features. He draws Axel deeper into his arms, watching as the cheerleader sobs louder clinging tightly onto Michael’s dark gray t-shirt, his face burying itself into the warm crook of Michael’s neck. “It’s okay, you’re okay, shhh.”

Michael’s heart aches in his chest. He wants to take away all the pain Axel has ever felt or ever will feel, he wants to protect him from the world and then some. If anyone makes him cry, Michael will ruin their entire life and give them a black eye, he doesn’t care who. Seeing Axel cry this hard made him want to die.

Minutes pass by with Axel sobbing into Michael’s arms still, before he finally starts to relax. His throat raw and hoarse from crying, as he hides himself away from the world still buried in Michael’s comforting embrace. Michael’s hands soothingly rub his boyfriend’s back, coaxing Axel into relaxing and to not cry himself into pure exhaustion. A shaky breath leaves his lips as he turns to look at Michael’s face, cupping his cheeks. Gray eyes stare intently at Axel, full of love and admiration for the cheerleader.

“You’re not going to break up with me right?” Axel whimpers, sniffling loudly.

“What?” Michael gasps, nearly angry trying to stop himself from making a face. “Who the fuck told you that? I’d never consider it. Ever. Seriously.”

Michael pulls Axel protectively into his lap, his hands resting Axel’s waist tightening his hold on the cheerleader who grips Michael’s shoulders with his own hands holding him fiercely.

“I know, I know,” Axel whines, “I’m sorry. I’m overthinking. I just feel really lost lately, my love.”

“I already told you, long distance or not, we’re not breaking up Axel. You’re my entire world and then some.” Michael comforts him, the hands on his waist move comfortingly up and down his lower to mid back. “You’re my sunshine forever.”

Axel giggles sweetly between his sniffles. “God, I just- ugh. It’s something Rory said about Skye and Esme during rehearsal. She didn’t know if they’d survive graduating high school like you and I are. And then Danielle, ugh she’s driving me insane.”

“Who cares what they think?” Michael murmurs softly.

“I don’t, I really don’t.” Axel reassures quickly, he draws in a long breath wiping the back of his hand against his nose. He brushes away the remaining tears on his face, breathing out a relaxing breath before talking again. “Skye and Bailey are perfect for each other, you know? They remind me of us in a way. And then hearing Rory say that and then Danielle having to add her two cents into everything like we’re supposed to care.”

Michael laughs at the annoyed sigh that leaves Axel’s lips. “Sorry,” he instantly adds after seeing the death glare that Axel shot at him, the corner of his lips struggling to stop himself from laughing at his boyfriend’s adorable display.

“Ugh,” Axel feigns annoyance, “Anyways, remember how I told you I applied at University of Cedar Cove,” Axel asks, continuing once Michael nods in response, “they accepted me. Which, it’s fine. Whatever. I wanted to go there so we’d still be together not because they were that great. But Cornell accepted me, they want me on their athletics team full scholarship Michael.”

“That’s fucking amazing, Axel.” Michael grins, pulling back to look him in the eyes, his hand moving to cup Axel’s cheeks still wet with tears that poured out of them moments ago. “I’m so proud of you.”

Michael peppers Axel’s face in sweet kisses, from his nose, his lips, his cheeks, even his eyelids. Axel giggles loudly pushing on Michael’s chest in a mock display to get him to stop. Michael doesn’t, tightening his grip around Axel’s waist holding him close to his body kissing him instantly on the lips.

“So.” Kiss. “Proud.” Kiss. “Of.” Kiss. “You.”

“Thank you.” He murmurs as Michael stops, Axel’s hands still tightly holding the fabric of Michael’s t-shirt. He sniffles again, letting his head fall to the side looking into Michael’s warm and comforting gray eyes, trying to hide the sad smile. “But it’s… it’s really far away.”

“So?” Michael shrugs taking in Axel’s dreamy features, he too hides his own sad smile. The thought of being so far away kills Michael inside, but he wants more than anything for Axel to follow his dreams, “it was one of your dream schools. You’re going. You’ll learn and you’re going to put on that cheer uniform, do some wild looking dances and look hot as fuck.”

“Shut up,” Axel laughs sweetly his thumbs stroking Michael’s features, “it’s in New York. That’s like 3000 miles away, Mr. Harrison. I can’t handle being away from you… let alone my dad.”

“Oh.” Michael whispers.

Axel nods, unable to fight back his sad smile. Michael tries to ignore it, his brain in mental turmoil, this wasn’t their first time talking about the future but then it felt so far away. Even the beginning of the year it felt like it was years away, now one month away from graduation they can’t deny how quickly and overwhelming it felt.

“So what?” Michael shrugs despite his mental, “You’ll come home for breaks and I can come visit you. We’ll figure it out. Same for your dad.”

“I know we will,” Axel sighs, “I want to tell them no.”

“No.” Michael quickly interjects. “You’re not allowed to tell them no.”

“Since when do you-“

“Since now.” Michael laughs, “You’re not telling them no. Your dad and I will manage without you, and he’d beat himself up if you gave up your dreams for him.”

“But-“

“No.”

“Michael.”

“Axel.”

Axel shakes his head despite himself, he’s laughing as he pushes himself up out of Michael’s lap reaching out for Michael’s hands. Michael takes them instantly letting himself be pulled to his feet. Axel leads Michael to the middle of the stage, Michael’s eyes looking around the stage and sets with new found wonder. He arches his eyebrow, turning back to Axel.

“Do you really think we’ll be together forever?” Axel asks softly.

“Fuck yeah.” Michael laughs, earning himself a laugh from Axel as well whose face flushes red. He ducks his head down to hide his smile. “I mean it.”

“You promise? Forever and even then some?”

“I promise.” Michael answers, he reaches into his pocket to retrieve a small green band with a silver outline. “Look.”

“It’s pretty.” Axel smiles, turning it over in his fingers. “I didn’t know you wore rings.”

“I don’t,” Michael laughs, “that’s for you. A promise ring. I got it out of a stupid ass gashapon at Morgan’s job.”

“Big spender.” Axel teases as he slides the plastic ring onto his finger. He twists it around his ring finger, unable to suppress the smile on his face, which in turn makes Michael smile. “Pretty good for 50 cents. And your signature color, green.”

“75 actually.” Michael corrects him. “Green matches my eyes.” He says with a silly dramatic flair grinning at the laugh that leaves Axel’s lips.

“Oooh, even bigger spender.”

Michael crosses the stage taking Axel’s into his arms, his hand finding Axel’s own to twist the ring around his finger with a grin. He brings Axel’s hands to his lips, kissing his inner wrist. Michael’s lips trace from Axel’s wrist to his palm, down to the tips of Axel’s fingers. Axel’s features blushing red as he bites his lower lip.

Michael draws Axel into a hug, his arms securely around his torso, breathing in the scent of his cologne.

“You know, earlier I imagine that’s how Taylor Swift felt when she wrote that line you like so much. The ‘I pictured you with other girls in love, then threw up on the street’.”

Michael laughs loudly, “You’re ridiculous. I don’t like Taylor Swift.”

“I love you Michael Harrison.” Axel whispers sweetly biting back a smile at his antics, his hands around Michael’s neck as he sways them back and forth slowly.

He presses his lips against Axel’s own, capturing him in a passionate kiss. His lips heavy against Axel’s own, as their tongues meet with a satisfying hum. Michael memorizes the taste of Axel’s lips and the warmth of his breath so even when they’re far away he can always remember the pleasure of kissing him.

“I love you Axel LaHart.”

[atlas-moons]

whaaat a hss fanfic?! how could i have ever seen this coming? the only reasonable thing to do now is reread hss

[shreyamistry]

“i can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it.” + “darling, your heart is too pure for me.” for kieran x m!mc ❤️

Pairing: Kieran x M!MC (Suggestive)

Prompt: “I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it.” + “Darling, your heart is too pure for me.”

Word Count: 2500+

Summary: Luke takes it upon himself to share a handful of silly human traditions that he thinks would be fun for the pair to do together. Kieran, however, struggles to find the amusement in them.

A/N: Requests are open, find the rules and prompts here! This request is suggestive, alludes to Luke and Kieran doing the deed in the garden.

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it!

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Fingers lace together as the sun shines upon them, lighting their way down the path and letting everyone who happens upon them know they are together by the simplest acts of love. Jet black wavy hair cascades down the older one’s shoulders, framing his face handsomely in the glow of the warming sun. Despite his moon attunement, he still found comfort in the warmth of the sun, reminding him of the man he loves and the warmth he feels in his chest just upon seeing his stunning features. He draws his lover to a stop, turning to look him in the eyes. Ravens caw happily to one another above them, circling them with interest watching their every movement and the ways in which they react to one another.

Today would mark the sixth month since Luke cursed his lover and lifted the curse all in the same day, finding both men in a celebratory mood. His eyes glance upwards at the piercing gaze from the fairy holding him at arms length now, his fingers tight against Luke’s skin - comforting despite the firmness of his grasp. Though his eyes are piercing, his smile contrasts it with warmth, a nearly inviting energy - a look solely saved for Luke.

Kieran couldn’t stop his feelings, the way he loved Luke was pure and real. He loved his voice, the curves of his body, his perky bottom, his laugh, the way he tells the worse jokes the moon fairy has ever heard, quite frankly he could go on for hours alone about his admiration for Luke’s kind eyes that shined brightly just for him and him alone. He wanted to spend the rest of eternity with Luke in his arms and by his side, loving him from the moment the moon sets to the warmth of the midday sun.

“I’ve been thinking,” Kieran hums, “I just find myself grateful for you.”

Luke bats his eyelashes sweetly, a blush spreading over his cheeks. “And I for you, Kieran. You’ve shown me a world I never would’ve been apart of had it not been for you.”

Luke pulls on Kieran’s arms towards the water fountain in the garden, it glistens with perfect crystal clear water. The sun reflects from the fountain, nearly blinding, lighting up the gold and marble material of the fountain’s foundations. Luke sits down on the edge, beckoning Kieran to join him with a sweet smile. His fingers dragging over the smooth marble with wonderment listening to the water trickling down from the faucet with a soft pitter patter of relaxation.

Kieran takes the seat beside him rather swiftly, his fingertips instantly dipping into the water swishing the cold liquid around with content. They sit in silence enjoying one another’s company, lulled into the comfort from the sound of running water and the occasional squawk from one of the crows that watch the pair with keen interest all this time later. Luke’s fingers brush Kieran’s in the water, the pair meeting eyes comfortably.

The cold water is comforting against his cool skin, his former nightself would often find himself dipping into the fountain to sip down some water when he found himself exhausted from flying. It nearly brought him to his old self from the beast he was. But truthfully only one thing ever has and ever will be capable of breaking his curse, his darling.

His eyes turn to his darling who fishes around his pocket looking for something, his head tilting to the side to consider what Luke could possibly need at a time like this. Not a second later, Luke pulls a coin from his pocket, the gold nugget heavy in his palm as he reaches for Kieran’s free hand, dropping the gold in his lover’s palm. Kieran gives him a quizzical look, his interest piqued.

“And whatever should I do with this?” Kieran inquires.

Luke grins, “It’s used to make a wish.”

“A wish? Is this a human tradition I’m not too familiar with?”

“Essentially,” Luke smiles. “You make a wish and toss it into the fountain and it’s said that your dreams will come true. So indulge me and make a wish, please? For me?”

Luke’s pouty eyes struck a chord within Kieran’s heart, the corner of his lips quirking into a smile. He can’t deny how much he adores when Luke pouts or begs him to do something, it sends a blaze through his chest and makes him think of long nights they’ve spent together in person or in the dream world when both of them were away from one another unable to be together. He flicks the coin around in his hand, he knew it would matter to Luke if he didn’t partake in this human tradition and frankly he found it less brash than other activities the human tried to convince him to partake in.

Kieran nods in agreement, his eyes looking up to the sky with interest. He wonders what more he could wish for when what he wanted most in the world is sitting beside him at the fountain. When his eyes meet Luke’s, they’re adoring, shining with what could only be described as love, he knows what he must wish for. He wishes to spend the rest of their days loving one another, together alone in the house or with company as long as they could sneak off together and be alone. He would love to spend every afternoon staring in wonderment at the fountain with Luke’s hands in his, knees brushing against one another, delighting in the warmth of Luke’s skin against his cold hands.

He flicks the coin up into the air, the pair watching as the coin sails high into the sky before falling back down with a plop into the water letting a few droplets of water splash against the men sitting there. He considers the way the coin slowly sinks to the bottom, surely he knew there would be no instant gratification but it puzzled him slightly what enjoyment anyone could get out of a silly little wish.

“What did you wish for, my love?” Luke whispers.

“I thought human superstition said wishes could not come true if spoken aloud?” Kieran hums.

Luke pushes his arm gently, “But you’re not human. Maybe it’s different.”

“I highly doubt it to be.” Kieran challenges.

Luke rolls his eyes, despite the gesture he’s smiling still. He lingers in Kieran’s touch a few moments before pushing himself up from the fountain, letting his eyes wander to a bush blooming with flowers. He walks over to the bushes nearby plucking a flower from one of them that glistens in the warmth of the sun, examining the violet hues with keen interest. He returns to his lover sitting beside him so their thighs touch once more. He nuzzles his head against Kieran’s showing off the flower to him wondering if the fae played silly games like this as a kid with their crushes. Mayhaps they were more formal, their traditions vast and hearty its quite possible they had more elaborate ways to partake in he loves me, he loves me.

“Would you like to partake in another human custom?”

“I would,” Kieran purrs, only because it’s you however, he thinks to himself but doesn’t speak the words out loud.

“Perfect.”

He brings the violet bluebell to Kieran’s face, letting the petals brush softly against his nose before turning the flower away from his lover. His fingers dance around the petals, they’re soft against his fingertips, they both could smell the sweet aroma dancing off the freshly plucked flower. This in turn made them relax further into one another’s hold, Kieran sighing with content at the solidness of Luke’s body against his own. Kieran nuzzles Luke’s neck, nipping and placing sweet kisses against his sensitive skin already placated with the whims of his love. A smile pulling at the corner of his lips as Luke giggles under his touch, squirming around in his loving embrace.

His fingers snatch one of the petals off the flower in his hand turning to the water watching as it drifts down to the water’s surface, Kieran’s face tucked into the warmth of Luke’s neck watching as the petal floats with the soft breeze.

“He loves me,” Luke smiles.

“Me?” Kieran brows furrowed in puzzlement.

“Mmhmm,” Luke nods, “He loves me not.”

Another flower petal floats down to the water fountain.

“I so do love you, my darling. How could you even question such a thing?!” He growls, reaching to snatch the flower away from Luke’s hands, who quickly maneuvers it above his head, holding it outside of Kieran’s reach. He raises an eyebrow at Kieran as their faces are mere centimeters apart. “This tradition is silly, a waste of time.”

“It’s just for fun,” Luke breathes against his lips. “If we are truly meant to be, the flower will have enough petals to end with he loves me.”

Kieran huffs, “Prosterious. How can a simple little flower predict all of that?”

“He loves me,” Luke replies purposely ignoring his questions, dropping another petal into the fountain, his pink lips ghosting Kieran’s pulling him deeper into him. He lets out an annoyed breath, his teeth flaring with annoyance at the game they’re playing. “He loves me.”

The petal floats down to the water.

“He loves me not.”

“I love you.” Kieran purrs against Luke, letting his lips briefly find Luke’s. He sucks with urgency, claiming Luke’s lips as his own, his teeth find purchase on his lower lip drawing a moan and a gasp from the human. Luke pulls away flushed, he looks away with embarrassment.

“Look at me when I talk to you.”

Luke reluctantly returns his gaze, plucking another petal off the flower. “He loves me.”

“Must we keep playing?”

“It’s just a fun little game.”

“I don’t like it, he loves you so why bother with this.”

Despite Kieran’s protests, Luke pushes his luck, plucking another petal off the flower. It lands gracefully in the water, the sun illuminating the flow of water with hues of violet that look breathtaking to Luke. Luke draws a single finger down Kieran’s chest watching his angry gaze glaze over into surprise before Luke surprises him by plucking another petal watching as it falls between them into the water. He plucks another petal. And another. Until it’s the final one.

“He loves me.”

“He does.” Kieran’s eyes blaze with admiration. “He loves you so much.”

“He’d better.” Luke grins. “I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it.”

“Your heart is too pure for me.” Kieran whispers, “I still can’t fathom you falling for me and continuing to feel that way even with my heart no longer inside you.”

“To me,” Luke begins, “Your heart piece will always be inside me. You are the moon in the sky that guides me home, our love burns brighter than even the sun when Radiance turned the world into an eternal day. You are my forever and always, my love.”

Though he’d never admit, he swoons at the way Luke speaks of him so lovingly. Pink lips meet his own drawing him into a soft sweetness he’s come to adore. Before he could never find himself enjoying the gentleness of being loved by a man like Luke, now he can’t picture his own life without Luke. Their sentiments mirror each other, another indication that Luke would be his soulmate until their dying breath. He wouldn’t dare live another moment more without Luke by his side. His love is more powerful than anyone he’s ever loved before.

“You are quite poetic when you try, my darling,” Kieran jeers sweetly. “I would pluck the moon from the sky if you asked me to, Luke. I hope you know that. You are the warmth to my chill of the night. You make me a better man. And lover.”

Kieran watches with interest as Luke boldly closes more of the space between them, his hand moving to touch Kieran’s thigh with interest and he can smell the mint on Kieran’s lips. He exhales shakily letting his eyes fall open to meet Kieran’s gaze. Kieran’s hand moves to Luke’s encasing it with his own, letting his fingertips brush back and forth against his skin. He moves his head in to lead the kiss, their lips meeting in a heated frenzy.

Neither can pull away as Kieran pulls Luke into his lap, his hand sliding into his hair to find purchase holding him against him. Luke whines under Kieran’s mercy, his body reacting and his lungs losing air. He moans loudly as teeth connect with his lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, watching helplessly as Kieran soothes the wound with his tongue watching it heal under his touch as he enjoys the taste of Luke’s metallic blood.

He pulls away resting his forehead against Luke’s, both breathing heavily against one another. Luke’s hands connect with Kieran’s chest, using him to keep himself up as he continues to pant against his mouth.

“Sorry, I got carried away.” Kieran grins deviously.

“Oh, is that so?” Luke laughs, “oops.”

With one swift motion a wave of water comes crashing over Kieran, Luke’s hand lost in the sea of the fountain. Kieran sits stunned momentarily as petals and water cover him before a sly smile begins to cross his features.

“Luke.”

Before he can say anything further Luke dashes out of Kieran’s lap laughing loudly as he runs around the fountain. Kieran now dips his hand into the water sending out a wave back at his lover, it splashes over him with effort.

“Cold ...cold..cold..” Luke cries, his body shivering under the cold temperature of the fountain. “Truce! Truce! I surrender Prince Kieran!”

“Absolutely not,” Kieran loudly contests, before splashing another wave in Luke’s direction who nearly avoids most of the splash zone. “Come back here!”

“NO!”

Luke reaches into the fountain letting the water splash over Kieran again who gasps at the freezing water against his cool skin. The pair chase each other around the fountain as birds squawk above them keen on watching the match unfold before them. Kieran comes out victorious pinning Luke in his arms as they both drip with water grinning at one another.

“I love you Prince Kieran.”

“And I love you Luke.”

“Now how about I get you out of these wet clothes and dry you off myself, hm?” Luke offers with a mischievous grin, his eyes burning with lust meeting Kieran’s gaze who’s hands clasp Luke’s body against his own. “Here, I’ll start now.”

He grins as his hands move against the buttons of Kieran’s shirt, Kieran watching in amazement at the boldness, he almost considers pinning Luke against the fountain and having his way with him in that instant. The way his hands are nimble and warm against his bare skin letting him remove his shirt, shooting warmth through his body which only his darling can elicit from him. He groans as fingertips massage into cold wet skin before Luke leans in close, kissing him on the collarbone. His tongue drags against the bone lapping up the droplets of water that remain on his skin.

Kieran’s hands are heavy in Luke’s hair, letting his head fall back in pleasure as his darling continues to lick up water droplets off his skin. His tongue roaming every inch of his chest and abs, a satisfied smirk spreading against Kieran’s lips. He leads Luke’s head lower and lower until the pair find themselves submerged in each other’s bodies. Not a single hesitation from either of them to be in the garden where any wandering eyes could catch them in their acts. Kieran lays Luke against the grassy ground flowers gleaming around him nearly as picturesque as Luke is, both men lost in love, lust, and admiration for one another.

[shreyamistry]

“after everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that i love you?” for andy x mc ❤️

Pairing: Andy x M!MC

Prompt: “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?!”

Word Count: 1800+

Summary: The night of Andy and Kendall’s first college homecoming together rolls around. What should be fun, partying, and dancing soon turns south when the pair sneak out for a moment alone together.

A/N: please enjoy 🥺 I’ll be opening requests if anyone is interested. Rules and Prompts.

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College students shuffle about an auditorium as music pounds loudly in the air, the school’s homecoming in full swing. Sweat and vintage cologne and perfume fills the air with an intoxicatingly disgusting aroma as bodies collide dancing in tune to the music that threatens to deafen them. The 70s theme brings most of the party goers decked out in fun high fashion, long skirts and dresses, a plethora of denim jackets, and paisley patterns used in an almost nauseating display of colors, styles, and fits.

Andy and Kendall find themselves wrapped up in one another’s arms, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. Their friends have separated as well, dancing with their own dates or each other for those who went stag. Kendall’s hand tightens around Andy’s as he spins them about the dance floor before pulling them in close, kissing him on the back of his ear.

“Are you having fun?” Andy asks sweetly into his ear.

Kendall laughs breathlessly, “So much. It’s nice.”

Andy grins, holding him close in his arms. They sway to the music just enjoying each other’s company feeling like the only two people alive. Kendall realizes how lucky he was to somehow end up picking the same college that offered Andy a full ride scholarship with his athleticism, a college pro-league basketball player. Granted, he’s a year above Andy, he’s glad to be able to enjoy the next three years together and even more grateful he doesn’t have to wait for them both to be in town to hangout and make out. Neither wanted long distance, but they would’ve made it work for each other.

His fingers tighten around Kendall’s shoulder, his arms taunt and strong around Kendall’s smaller frame. He felt safe in Andy’s arms, enjoying the feeling of swaying together to the tender loving ballad filling the warm air around them. The smell of Andy’s cologne tantalizing and delicious in his nostrils, he wants to capture this moment and remember it forever. Solid shoulders and the sweet masculine aroma radiating off his gorgeous and perfect boyfriend, what more could a man ask for?

“Though,” Kendall chimes in, twisting in Andy’s arms to face him with a grin. His hands moving to the lapels of Andy’s suit, his touch light as a feather as his fingers drag along the velvety fabric with little friction. “What if we just… I don’t know… disappeared for a while. Together. Alone. Just me and you.”

Andy smiles cooly at him, “I would love that more than anything. Or whatever.” Clearing his throat with a blush spreading warmth across his cheeks.

Kendall pushes him on the chest with a teasing scuff before leading him out of the auditorium to something more secluded. Unlucky for them, a handful of other couples have the same idea, they walk around corners of the campus auditorium building finding more and more couples who have broken off to make out in secrecy. They giggle to themselves as they make a rush to go outside for that alone time, the cold autumn night chill nipping at their fingers and face. They jostle about between one another, hand in hand with exuberant laughter the pair finding themselves in a world of their own creation.

Andy’s hands are warm and comforting as the pair find themselves now having wandered into the courtyard sitting on a freezing cold bench. Thigh to thigh, Andy brings Kendall’s hands to his mouth breathing warm air against the freezing cold skin to keep him warm. Kendall blushes in the cold night air watching as his boyfriend warms him up in the night breeze. He sighs in relief getting a quirk of an eyebrow from Andy in response.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing.” Kendall reassures, “it’s a relieved sigh. I’m just… I don’t know, I guess I just feel so happy.”

“Is that so?” Andy inquiries as he moves on the bench to turn and face Kendall, their knees brushing together. Cold hands tucked between Andy’s warm ones. “All because of your sexy badass boyfriend?”

Kendall nods with a laugh, “Only because of my sexy badass boyfriend. But really though, I know it’s stupid, but I didn’t come to homecoming last year. I was…. Scared I suppose. So it’s nice that we have had an entire homecoming together with no monster attacks.”

“Yet,” Andy teases with a grin. Kendall rolls his eyes. “I’m teasing you.”

“I know.” Kendall nods thoughtfully trying to force a smile to his features, “I just want to have a sincere moment with you. No goofy, no laughs, just us.”

“Jeez,” Andy clears his throat, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it meant so much to you.”

“It’s okay.”

Silence falls over the pair as they stare out at the stars above them, hands that once found themselves intertwined now pulled away and resting in their respective laps. The wind whisks against the pair, the cool night air that was once refreshing moments ago now feels bitter with a kiss of frostbite at the awkwardness created between the pair.

Kendall only feels safe with Andy anymore, having barely survived the night with Noah, Jane, and Mr Redfield he couldn’t force himself to relax or calm down unless Andy was with him. Especially in large groups, it's Andy’s comforting presence that calms him down and makes him feel grounded in such unusual experiences. He knows full well he shouldn’t have taken the tone he did with Andy, but he couldn’t help himself, his brain doesn’t work the way it should sometimes. He just wants to share a special moment and feel the love that he feels for Andy back.

Andy sighs, he hated this. Lately they’ve been arguing more and he could never quite figure out why, everything seemed so perfect to them from his eyes. He wanted to crawl inside of Kendall’s head poking around until he learned what plagues his wonderful boyfriend’s mind. He scoots closer on the bench before pulling Kendall into his embrace, his hands running up and down on Kendall’s own. He wants to take the pain away from Kendall, he knows Kendall never fully opened up about what happened in those ruins with Jane and Noah, he knows how it affects the way Kendall acts and he wishes he could fix that pain every second of every day.

He nuzzles into his neck, peppering soft kisses against the smooth skin he finds. His arms tightening around Kendall’s body, soothing hands running up and down his arms to help soothe the ache in his bones and mental fatigue.

“Tell me what’s wrong, babe.” Andy whispers sweetly, his lips moving from the warmth of his boyfriend’s cheek.

“Why haven’t you said it yet?”

Andy faces scrunches with confusion. “Said what?”

“That you love me.” His voice cracks, shattering both of their hearts in a way that makes Andy’s heart stop beating.

“What?” Andy scoffs and laughs all at the same time. “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think I love you?!”

Kendall sniffles, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m being crazy - I just…” he groans loudly, a mixture of wanting to scream until he feels normal or less pent up in chest. He knows deep down Andy loves him, but with the reunion thoughts of Noah he’s unable to think clearly, the trauma coming in treacherous waves. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling suffocated; he could still feel the searing burn of Redfield’s claws. “You haven’t said it yet. I just - I’m overthinking I guess. We’ve been exclusively dating for a year. You asked me out at the year reunion of what happened and I waited and WAITED and waited for you to finally say it back and you haven’t. I just wish I could feel normal and think normal, but everything feels so intense and suffocating.”

“Kendall,” he says sweetly, “I love you.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not.” Andy reassures, hands finding resolve on Kendall’s warm cheeks, the contact instantly melting the both of them. His fingers brush against the smooth skin of his face, his thumb dancing dangerously against his lower lip with a cheeky grin. “I seriously can’t believe you didn’t think I loved you, after everything we’ve been through. You’re my rock. My world. I guess I never thought to say it because I thought you knew.”

“It’s just nice to hear.” Kendall sniffles, his face nuzzling against Andy’s fingers that have continued to warm against his skin.

Fingers brush tears away, “I promise you, I love you more than I’ve ever loved another person in my entire life. You are my entire world, Kendall. And then some.”

Kendall laughs sweetly, the tears that roll down his cheeks constantly getting brushed away as Andy leans in to kiss him sweetly where the tears fall. The lingering taste of salt under his kisses remind him he’s real and this moment is real. His heart surges with love for his adoring boyfriend.

“You’re my world too, you know.” Kendall whispers against his hands, his lips drawing a sweet kiss to the inside of Andy’s wrist. “I’m sorry. I’ve been feeling weird lately, I guess with the two year reunion I haven’t felt like myself. Like I’m constantly worrying about making sure you’re okay and that if something happens you’ll be okay and-“

“You’re perfect.” Andy whispers, “don’t apologize. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I love you more.” Kendall whispers sweetly. His fingers enclosing Andy’s hand bringing it to his lips, kissing each fingertip softly. Before letting Andy’s hand cup his cheek once more letting himself enjoy the warmth he craves.

“I love you most.”

“I love-“

“Shut up, I’m gonna win this because my love for you is more than your love for me.” Andy grins, the pair staring at one another for a long silent second before blushing fiercely with a sweet laugh from the both of them. Adoring eyes continue to gaze into one another with intensity. A force that draws them together pulling at the both of them.

One of the hands on Kendall’s cheeks moved to the nape of his neck drawing him into Andy’s warm waiting mouth. Kendall laughs earnestly, letting Andy’s lips capture him in a head spinning kiss, the warmth of their faces against one another and the heat from Andy’s breath making him shudder involuntary from the cold around them.

“Not possible.”

“Very possible, now shut up and kiss me again.”

Andy pulls Kendall into a long kiss, heat passion and so much love behind each one. His fingers danced along the smooth skin of Kendall’s face down to his shoulders meeting the fabric of the suit he wore. He draws Kendall in closer, their bodies flush against one another feeling the warmth of each other’s bodies radiating off one another.

Andy’s lips are insistent and hungry, his cold hands warm against Kendall’s warm skin drawing every ounce of warmth he can. Tongues clash innocently before Kendall’s head inclined to the left, deepening their kiss. That needy feeling suffocating in his chest at feeling all of the love and passion in every moment they’ve spent together and every moment they will spend together.

Gasps leave Kendall’s mouth as he nuzzles his forehead against Andy’s trying to calm himself down, his heartbeat racing with frenzy. His mind hazy and disorienting, the only thought swirling around his head. I love you. I love you. I love you.

“I love you Andy Kang.”

Andy grins stealing one final kiss, “I love you more Kendall Dev’on. Almost as much as I love kissing you.”

[shreyamistry]

“you’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” + “what did you expect?” for trystan x m!mc ❤️

Pairing: Trystan x M!MC

Prompt: “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” + “What did you expect?”

Word Count: 2200+

Summary: Charlie finds himself drunk and alone at the Drunk Tank after the colossal disappoint of Trystan taking the throne. Drowning his sorrows, he’s found himself face to face with the problem— no his lover— no the reason for all of his problems. But Detective Rose always did have a soft spot under all his thorns.

A/N: I’ll be opening requests if anyone is interested!! 🩷 Rules and Prompts here!

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Shadows trickle over the Drunk Tank as early morning bar patrons drift from one bar to another in their attempts to recapture their lives, enjoy a night out with friends, or sulk in the pain of their alcoholism. Charlie Rose finds himself once more seven shots in, the soft rhythm of country music playing from the speakers making him almost frustrated by the optimism about love, life, and happiness. Bitterness eating away at the edges of his mental, he wanted peace from the thoughts that weighed down his soul.

So what? So what if Trystan picked the throne that betrayed him over him. So what if Trystan felt it was the right decision, he should’ve seen this coming a mile away. A pretty face and nice body is all Trystan was good for anyways. His detective work needed help, he was helpless, he weighed him down and made his life worse Charlie tried to reason with himself.

He breathes out heavily glancing at his phone that chimes insistently.

Ruby: Hi Charlie, I know you’re not okay. If you need anything please reach out. I feel like we're good friends now so I can say this and it is not weird. I care about you deeply. Luke and I will be here when or if you’re ready.

Marguerite: Charlie please come back to Drakovia. I can’t stand to see the way this is tearing you and my brother apart. You BELONG together. Please just let me know if you need help getting back into the country.

He laughs bitterly. Belongs together, my ass, he reads bitterly. He tosses his phone over his shoulder not wanting to waste his mental capacity reading mind numbing text he won’t reply to. He appreciates their concern, but he’s a lone wolf at the end of the day, he works, lives, and breathes on his own - he doesn’t need other people ruining his flow for no good reason. He doesn’t need a repeat of Trystan. He throws back a shot reaching for another bottle of whiskey, his current one having now been long downed.

He couldn’t care about the consequences or the stern talking to Tommy will give him in the morning. Tommy would understand, he rationalizes to himself, true or not. His chest felt like liquid fire, a burning sensation coating every muscle and fiber inside him. He downs the shot he just poured trying to rationalize in his head everything that happened tonight. A grimace passes his features, sucking down another shot. He couldn’t figure out how many he had at this point, one? Ten? Fifteen?

As he slams the shot glass against the table top he hears the creak of the door, instantly jumping to his feet pulling the taser from his waist hoisting it to aim at the shadow looking at him.

“Charlie?”

He softens for a split second hearing the tone of the shadow’s voice, his shoulders relaxing with comfort. He lowers the taser, his resolution toughening, squaring his shoulders. He clears his throat, setting the taser on the table, feeling nearly defiant or threatening towards one of the few men he’s ever truly loved. Love. He laughs to himself with a sigh shaking his head to himself. He falls into his chair ignoring Trystan’s presence, pouring himself another shot. He fills one of his empty shot glasses with a shot for his lover, the word once felt fulfilling and tantalizing now makes his chest feel devoid of emotion.

“Shot?” His voice was heavy with drunkenness.

“Sure,” He swallows heavily, his eyes traveling over Charlie’s form. He takes a moment to fall into the seat across from Charlie, drinking in the sight of his lover. His heart sinking deep into his chest, he feels it could fall out of his body as they speak. He forces a smile, the one that used to make Charlie melt and agree to whatever nonsense Trystan was about to rope him into. “You still look hot, jet lagged and all.”

“Ha.” Charlie replies sarcastically, “You look terrible.”

“Charlie…”

“Stop. Now.” Charlie brings his shot glass to his lips, his eyes intently staring at Trystan’s before swallowing down the drink with resentment. He coughs deep from within his chest, breathing out a deep breath before dropping the shot glass carelessly onto the table without much thought. He lets his head fall back with exhaustion, dragging in a deep breath before exhaling trying to calm himself down. “What are you doing here Trystan?”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” Trystan asks with care.

Charlie laughs. And laughs. And laughs. “What did you expect?”

“I don’t know.” He answers honestly, “You to stay in Drakovia with me.”

He snorts. “Give up my career for you to play king in a country that hates you, with family that betrays you and treats you like shit and not to mention tried to frame you for murder twice, for a crown you don’t even fucking want to wear. And that tried to poison me. Hard pass.”

“You don’t understand everything about me and my family, you of all people should know family is… difficult.” Trystan replies, he sighs resting his hand against his forehead. “I have an obligation to myself and to my country.”

“As if that’s ever stopped you before.” Charlie replies, “You ever stopped to care about your country the four years you ran away from home to prance around the world being an entitled dickwad?”

“It wasn’t like that and you know it, Charlie.” Trystan sighs, “I didn’t come here to fight with you.”

“You came here to beg me to come to Drakovia, it’s a wonderful country. You’ll love it. You can be a king with me. We can live happily ever after. Grow the fuck up Trystan. Happily ever after doesn’t fucking exist and you know it. You wasted your time coming here. Call Margurite, get your private jet ready, and go the fuck home.”

Trystan tries to hide the hurt that ripples across his features, his caring smile now a thin line of regret. He wanted to conclude that he shouldn’t have come. He knew Charlie wouldn’t give up the life he lives and he knew Charlie would be brutal; despite it all it’s one of the things he loves most about Charlie. He still can’t force himself to truly, fully regret coming. He wants more than anything to take away the hurt and pain in Charlie’s chest knowing he caused it and there would be no easy way to fix it between them.

He reaches out his hand taking Charlie’s, seeing a flash of pain and love crossing Charlie’s handsome features, making his heartache fiercely in his chest. His finger soothes back and forth against smooth skin, trying to lull him into calming down. Charlie fights to hold back tears, his body on the verge of shaking with sobs he refuses to let out of his bloodshot misty eyes watching Trystan cautiously.

Charlie fights himself to pull away from the comforting warmth of Trystan’s touch. He has flashbacks to the night he left, watching Trystan pull away and detach himself from him. The curves of his body and his firm abs under his fingers as he longingly tries to capture the feeling of heat rushing through his body. His heart burns in his chest, the ache that felt as horrendous earlier felt even worse now with the love of his life holding him. He wants to kiss his stupid face, hold him in his arms, deck him, cry, anything really. Anything to let out the feelings corrupting his brain, burying his heart in a pit of darkness.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Trystan whispers, letting himself move closer to Charlie, remaining a safe distance away to not overwhelm his lover. His fingers tighten around Charlie’s hand to help him steady himself, watching the way his chest rises and falls. “I’m sorry too.”

“I just don’t understand why.” Charlie whispers. “We’re partners. We have a crew. A home. Our home. Our lives.”

Trystan’s heart shudders in his chest, thinking of his apartment building decked out memories of their time together. Their love and life. He moves to sit beside Charlie, reaching out with his free hand to cup his lover’s cheek with a sad smile. His fingers are warm against his skin, he wants to remember this feeling until he dies. The warmth that radiates off skin and the way that despite himself, Charlie still nuzzles against his hand like he always has.

“I love you, you know that. It’s not easy for me to let go of everything we made.”

“Love isn’t enough. I can’t move with you.” Charlie sighs. “I have Tommy. The team. A life here. A life that you promised to be in forever. It’s not fair of you to ask me to give up everything..and it’s even less fair of me to ask you to do the same.”

“We can move the crew to Drakovia, start it up here. And Tommy would love it here, we can get him a pub, decorate it the way he wants.” Trystan grins, his mind booming with ideas of a handful of American’s in a sea of Drakovia citizens. “It would be life changing for all of us.”

“No.” Charlie sighs shaking his head, “This building means something. You can’t just take the Drunk Tank to Drakovia for the fun of it. And our team has roots here, Mafalda has a family. Luke has family. Ruby does. It’s not that simple.”

Trystan shakes his head standing in front of Charlie, his hands cupping the detective’s cheeks forcing him to look him in the eyes. His finger dragging along Charlie’s lower lip, toying with his lips trying to force them upwards into a smile. Charlie can’t help the melting of his anger, his heart yearning to drop everything for Trystan knowing it's unfeasible. He casts his eyes downwards forcing himself to look away from the intensity of Trystan’s gaze.

“It’s that simple for us.” Trystan whispers, letting his face come closer to Charlie’s, feeling one another’s breath on each other’s cool skin in the air conditioned bar fighting off the New York heat. “Picking us is always easy. Come with me. Run away from this. Enjoy the finer things of life. We can make memories, have a family, and find ourselves. And have so much sex.”

They both laugh sadly at his words.

“I can’t leave my dad behind Trystan.”

“You’re not leaving him.” Trystan quickly replies, “We can solve it from Drakovia. And you can visit New York whenever you want. We have jets, money, and our entire lives to figure everything out.”

“I’m sorry.” He shakes his head no. His hands tightening around Trystan’s, the prince’s grip tightening back as tears fill his eyes. He knew deep down Charlie would say no, but everything inside him screamed that maybe he wouldn’t, that he’d give them a chance. He brings his lips to Charlie’s, taking his breath away as they both meld into one another. Hands moving to grip onto each other tighter, Trystan’s arms strongly bracing the both of them against the table.

Gasping for breath, Charlie breaks their heated kisses. He doesn’t want to stop. He wants to feel Trystan’s body against his fingertips and his lips until he dies. He wants the last thing he ever tastes to be the prince’s lips, the last smell he ever smells to be Trystan’s colonge. He draws his fingers down Trystan’s chest, his fingers brushing under the fabric of his signature black button up shirt, the buttons popping open with each movement. He moves his lips to Trystan’s chin, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin. Delighting in each moan that Trystan lets out.

His teeth nip sweetly at the prince’s pulse point, soothing over the skin with his tongue. His saliva warms against Trystan’s cool skin, his teeth prod and poke at the flesh, Trystan’s moans filling the bar with country music dancing in their ears.

“So this is it then?” Charlie whispers against his skin, almost too silent for the both of them to hear. His lips find purchase against Trystan’s collarbone making him moan out loudly, his hands tightening in Charlie’s hair. “We’re done then?”

“I guess so.” Trystan replies, breathing out heavily as the detective continues to pepper kisses against his skin. He wants to say more, his mind heavy with lust blinded by his desire and the hurt in his chest unable to fully form into words. He breathes out heavily as Charlie pulls away from him looking at him. Eyes that once burned with hatred, now overflow with love as they both hesitate to say anything to officially end it.

“I love you Trystan Throne.” He whispers softly. Charlie kisses him sweetly one last time on the lips, short and sweet. The feeling went away all too soon. “I’m sorry, but this is my home. And I can’t leave until I figure out what happened to my dad.”

“I understand. You can’t run away like I did.” He nods understandingly, “I love you Charlie Rose.”

He sighs heavily.

“Goodbye Trystan Throne.”

“Goodbye Charlie Rose.”

Trystan takes one last glance at his lover before turning to leave the bar. His heart heavy in his chest, burning to soothe the ache. Leave his family and throne behind for the one man who ever loved him, saw him for who he was, believed in him, made him his partner. His whole world is sitting in this bar about to drink himself to death. He pushes open the door looking back to see Charlie one last time before accepting their fate. He hesitates… his hand holding the door finding Charlie’s eyes in the darkness, the both unable to move knowing they were each other’s forever.

Could they really let each other go?

Could he live with himself after walking out on another lover?

Could he find true happiness with a crown atop his head and his family breathing down his neck pulling him in every direction?

His hesitation grows. Looking at the door handle and Charlie. His lover or his obligations.

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by anonymous

‘Books focused around minors in high school and and playing as an underage character that is 14-17 years old, ie: HSS, HSS: CA, etc. give me the ick 😖’

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[atlas-moons]

i have to say, i heavily disagree with this one. as someone who was a hss prime player from the ages of 11 to probably 14, maybe i’m just biased. i began playing choices when i was 13 (2016). hss book 1 released right around when i started high school, so naturally it resonated with me. seeing people my age who were going through the same struggles as me was a comfort. i think the best thing for me with the series was that romance wasn’t even the main point of it. it was just... being a teenager.  i think one of the main reasons someone would be put off by this series is if they play as themselves in choices books, which is completely valid. i have never played as myself in choices, because it is one of the ways i escape reality. i think for that reason, i will never be put off by books with younger mc’s.

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by @cadybear420

‘PB really said Mal's new outfit gotta be vacuum sealed around his tits’

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Sent by @atlas-moons

‘i miss the old choices. i have been a long-time fan (i joined in 2016, right when es1 started releasing), but recently i have been using every new book as a diamond mine. the only current book that's worth it to me is cop2. i love the concept of kindred, but imo it is poorly written (te was way better). pixelberry needs to bring back horror and adventure!’

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[mxmasked-alien]

I'm gonna be like 80 years old, and there's still gonna be someone waxing nostalgia for the old choices. Like valid, but if everyone in the world was to remind you that water is wet every time they start up a conversation with you, it would get annoying after a while.

[atlas-moons]

i’m so sorry that i don’t want to exclusively read smut and homewrecker simulator :(

[sciralta]

With PB’s adult romance book covers continuing to step further into the bodice ripper cover aesthetic, I think it’s worth questioning who it is that’s appearing on these kinds of covers and why that is.

Heterosexual couples. They’re all heterosexual couples.

The first inkling of this post came when the Alpha cover was leaked, showcasing a truly breathtaking unwillingness to do almost anything to distinguish itself from Choices’ other werewolf romance, Wolf Bride.

My first thought on seeing the Alpha cover was, why? Why would you use a practically identical composition as your other omegaverse book? Why wouldn’t you want to give this book its own identity? Does it have its own identity? Are the two books connected narratively? Because as far as we know, no, they’re not.

And then I truly thought about what an obvious missed opportunity this was. Why didn’t they make the obvious decision to distinguish this book by making it a gay cover? Alpha is confirmed to be a gender of choice book, and making it a gay cover would kind nod to the fact that a truly significant portion of the omegaverse sub-genre of fiction is dedicated to male x male pairings.

Later, I was thinking about how I’d really want to see one of these bodice ripper style covers with an m/m pairing, and I remembered that Choices only has a single gay cover with Foreign Affairs, and it is the picture of chaste. At that point it hit me—probably not for the first time—that none of these adult romance covers have been queer.

PB giving pittance to the mlm audience is honestly expected at this point, but it is genuinely weird that we haven’t gotten a lesbian cover in what, years? And that’s not even just for these adult romance covers. But if we’re talking adult covers; while only some of them have been GoC and so had the feasible option for a gay cover, all of them had the ability to play as a female MC, and all of them had a female love interest optional. They have had every opportunity to do at least one. Why have none of the bodice ripper style covers been queer?

How come the straight covers get to be this:

But the queer covers have only ever been this?

The obvious counter-argument to this is to say that the majority of Choices players are straight women and so they’re going to market their books with the straight female audience in mind.

And to that I say, I do not care. I truly, unequivocally do not care. Words cannot express how little I care about this argument, especially because there’s this, straight from PB via the Choices Insiders email in March this year:

So actually though, why no queer covers for their adult romance books? All I can say is that I do think it is in part influenced by the homophobic standard in media that queer desire isn’t marketable, and that image isn’t something they necessarily want to market themselves with. Not because PB themselves are homophobic, but perhaps because they don’t want the perception of a cover like that to potentially turn away their largely straight female audience. And that if true, to put it simply, is cowardice.

So, conclusions: With the growing number of Choices’ adult romance book covers using the bodice ripper aesthetic, the lack of any queer covers in this style—despite all opportunities to do so—leaves one with the impression that PB, intentionally or not; are both being informed by and feeding into the homophobic standard that queer desire is not something to be showcased or celebrated on the same level as heterosexual desire.

Basically, not only do PB need to start doing more queer covers; but they also need to start showing them being horny on their covers too.

It’s equality.

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I was about to say that Open Heart is very popular so PB are using it to grab the fans attention, but ever since we stopped them from killing Raf I’ve had the distinct impression they threw a hissy fit and didn’t want to write it anymore 🤔

IMO they should’ve let it go gently into that good night after book 3 and what they tried to pull with Raf.

If ANY book would be a best fit to be revived on StoryLoom imo it would be Hero and no this is not just a pet of my pro-Hero agenda