For @nexiumkreeth…reader is female as requested. Enjoy! (honestly, i’m good with writing anything that means Fred lives)
Y/N sprinted through the massive castle that was Hogwarts. She cast spells as she ran in an attempt to help anyone she could. Spotting Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, Y/N skid to a halt. A few dementors were heading toward the four. Without hesitation, Y/N sent her patronus after the soul-suckers.
Both Weasleys gave a nod of appreciation. Y/N turned back to the battle at hand. She shot stun spells at anything that was black and moving through the air. She glanced over her shoulder to see the four had dispersed. Seeing no one in desperate need, Y/N picked up her pace, starting to run again.
Y/N conjured her patronus once again. She led the creature with her wand, pushing away the darkest threats. Hogwarts was the only place that had ever felt like home to her. She’d be damned if she didn’t try and protect it.
The witch finally made it outside on a balcony. Her patronus lunged at a dementor that hung a little too close. The faceless beast moved away with a horrid screech. Y/N looked down the balcony, eyes widening. The Weasley twins were fighting side by side. It seemed like Fred was pushing George inside as a black ashy beam headed in their direction. Y/N could just barely make out the colored sparks coming from the moving Death Eater.
Without hesitation, Y/N raised her wand and pointed. Before she could get the words out, the shield spell she desired shot from her wand and in front of Fred. This effectively blocked the spell from hitting the Weasley. Her protective nature taking over, Y/N hopped onto the balcony rail and started shooting more powerful spells toward the Death Eater. This didn’t allow her to see Fred’s stunned face as she fought the man.
“Arresto momentum!” she shrieked, slowing him down, “Confringo!”
The Death Eater she had been facing burst into flames. Y/N turned slightly to see George pulling Fred into the castle. She smiled to herself, happy that he was safe. She shook her head, refocusing on the battle.
Yuuri vowed to get Viktor back after a videotape of him walking through the door as Viktor threw a water balloon at him was posted on twitter by Viktor.
He waited for the longest time, Viktor nearly forgetting about it unless Yuuri just happened to be getting a glass of water and he had a sudden flash back of Yuuri’s very intense threat, or when Yuuri went to go take a shower in their shower with a detachable head and a long hose.
What he didn’t expect was for Yuuri to pay for Pichit and Chris and invite Yurio over to come to St. Petersburg, and arm them with water guns and for them to set up a professionally taped interview there so they could have only the highest quality video of Viktor entering the apartment, Yuuri screaming “YIPEE KAY YAY, MOTHERFUCKER!!” And be blasted.
The interviewers even had water guns.
Your back was currently against the cool gym wall. Eggsy’s arms were parallel with your temples as his palms were up against the wall as well. You moaned softly as he kissed down your neck. You rolled your head back a bit while biting your lip. As he inched his lips toward your chest, you gripped his shirt and pulled him closer. You guided his lips up to your own.
“Eggsy,” Merlin’s voice rang over the comm, “Galahad needs to see you.”
You sighed while laying your forehead against Eggsy’s forehead. He huffed with a bit of irritation. Through his eyes, you could see the apology. You giggled.
“Go. We’ll finish this later,” you whispered in his ear.
He grinned wickedly before pecking your cheek. He quickly left the room leaving you to finish training.
You peppered Eggsy’s face with kisses. Your mouth moved across his jawline and toward his ear. You nibbled gently on the lobe before kissing the same spot. Meanwhile, Eggsy was focusing, once again, on your neck. Your fingers traced through his hair, gently scratching his scalp as they did. Eggsy lifted his head with a pleasured sigh as you did. His warm hands began to travel down your back as he pulled you closer. Grinning as you danced with your lips, you began to waddle toward the bed. You giggled as Eggsy managed to drop you onto the soft covers.
A knock sounded at your bedroom door.
“Y/C/N, it’s Galahad.”
You rolled your eyes as Eggsy groaned. You sat up as Eggsy grabbed the shirt he had discarded. A little annoyed, you went and opened the door.
“Yes Galahad?” you asked.
“Arthur wants us to follow up on your lead immediately.”
Sighing, you nodded. “Alright. I’ll suit up and meet you in the hangar.”
You closed the door and turned to Eggsy. He had already finished dressing himself. This time you apologized with your eyes.
Eggsy’s warm hands rubbed from your waist to your hips. You pulled his hair slightly with one hand while the other held the side of the couch. You rolled your hips, creating friction that caused the both of you to moan in delight. You dipped lower, crashing your lips together. The hand that had been holding the couch moved down to his bare chest.
“Finally,” he whispered softly in your ear.
On cue, Merlin walked into the room while glancing at his watch. He seemed oblivious to the situation.
“What?” you both snapped.
“You’re needed,” he finished before heading out of the room.
Sighing, you grabbed Eggsy’s hand and helped him stand up. He was frowning at the spot Merlin had stood. Moments later, Galahad entered the room.
“I don’t suppose you two could move any faster?”
Groaning, you pulled your boyfriend from the room. You were both getting tired of being interrupted. However, you both knew your jobs were serious.
Merlin and Galahad walked ahead of you and Eggsy. You were worn out, to say the least. The mission was entirely exhausting. At the moment, the four of you were headed to be debriefed. You held back a yipe as you felt yourself being pulled by the waist. You soon realized, after seeing Eggsy, that he had pulled you into a closet. He was smirking devilishly. You raised a brow.
“What do ya say, love? One last attempt?”
“Well,” you thought aloud playfully, “I’ve never been in a closet…”
You winked, being up for the challenge. Fervently, you kissed Eggsy as he did the same, before crashing your lips together.
Down the hall a bit, Galahad was smirking while Merlin was looking at his tablet. He sighed and glanced toward the agent.
“Shall we grab them again?”
Harry’s smirk widened. “No. They’ve earned this one.”
Things Joel said during Windows Destruction Starter Meme
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, I got to put in a password for this?” “Yeah, thanks for ripping me off.” “I think I’m slowly beginning to realize exactly what this is.” “INSTEAD OF ACTUAL MATH, THEY JUST PUT EVERY NUMBER IN THERE AND SAID “YOU FIGURE IT OUT!” “What year is this? It’s year ZERO.” “Is this Chinese Bonzi Buddy?” “Why in sweet nuclear Christ is this in my disk?” “That’s…..that’s a purebred camel man….it’s great….” “Camel Joe, is that you?” “Wise up. You’re an adult now, you gotta pay taxes.” “Somebody spat on the motherboard.” “Memory test. And there’s like a snake on it.” “Not only is it saying “ow”, as in “please stop, this hurts”, but it’s also doing faces at me!” “We made a Windows 98 shittify itself into a portable Gameboy version!” “It’s not that long until this thing starts making noises at me, it’s like hissing at me like an angry fucking cat.” “The power of nuclear Christ compels you!” “As they say, a picture speaks a thousand words.” “It’s a little old, 2002.” “When Mario stopped using mushrooms he went for meth instead.” “The trick is to, just spam it, right?” “Yes, we’re really getting to that authentic 2002 experience!” “I can’t tell if it’s a slayer solo or my computer screaming in agony.” “It’s in. The shit is in, yes.” “What is my name? How about EXPAND DONG?” “How bout you go in here, you monkey fuck?” “Mmm, absolutely, give me that too!” “Alright, now that we got that, it’s time to add some wacky effects!” “We’re making a monster here, alright?” “I’ve had the worst fucking day of my life.” “The jam….jamm…..jammnest…” “Who’s been drawing dicks?” “It’s like a nuke about to blow off and we’re sitting here at the safe distance.” “When I was 5 or 6 years old, I asked my dad, “Dad, what is technology?” and my dad says, “It’s magic.” “Ahahahaha, this doesn’t look fishy at all!” “What is this beast on my floor?!?” “Oh my god, yes, YES! I want the gun!!” “Please, give me Jesoos!” “The Pope! THE POPE!!” “OH THERE’S A BURNING SUPER-DEATH SWORD!!!” “Are you sure you want to can…..cancell?” “Nobody sent any! They had to close it down!” “It pains me to do this……and it’ll be the only one ever…..” “This is the worst idea since I drank a martini with my eye.” “I thought everything was fine. But no. No no no.” “This is a sign of confused bewilderment.” “Look at it! It’s the worst thing ever!” “I blame you! You did this! YOU DID THIS!” “THIRTY? Wait, one is not enough??” “It sounds like farting in a bathtub.” “*Laughing* This is the worst image!” “It’s like a whole Twinkie!” “Will this look good? Or will it look…….bad.” “Cut to the chase, and do what we should have done.” “I don’t want to watch the weather, I want to fucking download MIDI’s!” “Enter location? HELL. In, I guess, Michigan.” “It’s a screaming fucking cat!” “That cat spooked the shit out of me, what the fuck?!?” “There’s no fucking way this is Comic Sans.” “It’s working! It’s working!!” “Can you see me? I can’t see you!” “I put spinning spaghetti….in…..here….” “And God was dead.” “I’m going to snort some MP3 files…” “What is this shit? Grand Dad?” “OH DUDE IT’S ALL COMIC SANS!” “I sexually identify as an attack helicopter.” “Whatever’s going on here, I don’t like it. I don’t like it, I don’t like it one bit!”
The first thought that dredged up the wolf’s mind from the thick, murky mires of sleep was that there was a foreign, uncomfortable feeling in his toes. It wasn’t quite painful, but it was distracting. Which was a shame; quite honestly, as the rest of him felt like it was swaddled in a soft, warm cloud, like lying on a mountain of fleece. He was dreaming of sleeping on the back of a large, comfy sheep. Maybe if he moved his feet right, he could shoo the strange sensation away and get back to sinking completely into the wool.
His toes twitched, and the tingling feeling went up both his legs completely. That hurt.
“YIPE!” Boris yelped, knees hiking in alarm, eyes flying open.
The first thing that greeted him was strange visual tones and hues, blurred from the sleep in his eyes and the tingling in his feet. They were—oh, whadyacallems?—Blues. And Greens. Only lighter, greyer, faintly cast across the ceiling above him, making him squint. It followed the outline of a windowpane.
His foggy mind thought, not for the first time:
How long will it take before them colors look normal?
Motion at his side had him shaking his noggin, revealing the familiar heads of to his pals, moppy and disheveled from sleep. Alice muttered something under her breath—when had her halo hung itself up on that lamp?— and Bendy snuggled closer into the pillows, a bit of drool staining the soft cushion.
Recognition stumbled into his brain as his eyes adjusted to the dim early morning light.
He wasn’t sleeping on a bed of fleece. He was sharing a bed with Alice and Bendy, feeling mighty cozy in spite of being too long to rightly fit on the mattress length-wise, which explained why his feet weren’t under the covers. The tingling must’ve been because they’d been leaning over the end board all night.
Asleep, his feet were asleep. That’s what this feeling felt like. Except… it was much stronger than how it’d felt before, back in the world drenched in ink.
Dang, the real world felt strange.
Trying his best not to disturb the other two sleeping Toons, Boris slowly pulled his bare feet under the blankets, wincing as he flexed the tingling feeling out of them. They were cold to the touch, as were the ends of his ears and snout, a stark difference compared to the comfy warm bubble formed underneath the covers from his proximity to his friends. If he stayed still enough, curled up a ball, maybe he could go back his sweet, soft, monochromatic dreams…
The door creaked, and Boris was awake.
In the semi darkness, the wolf made out the shape of a figure entering the room, familiar in spite of his loss of Toonification. It was Henry.
Err. At least. Boris was pretty sure it was Henry.
The man had Henry’s almost square-ish head, large ears, surly set face and all, but in place of the man’s wrinkled light green shirt and brown slacks was a plaid patterned collared shirt, all blues and grays, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and the bottom half of a dark grey jumpsuit, faded at the knees and the top half wrapped messily around his waist. His black work boots were word around the souls. It all smelled faintly of engine oil.
A change of clothes shouldn’t have been completely out of left field for the Toon (as he recalled, Bendy changed his wardrobe a number of times over a wide variety of episodes), but the old animator’s plainer duds had almost seemed glued to him. Seeing Henry in less plain-looking clothes felt like seeing a camel in a bunny onesie. Strange.
He silently watched Henry tread to the bedside table on Bendy’s side of the bed and leave a note next to the lamp. The man looked haggard, but clean. His hair was even combed.
Boris considered keeping his head down, pretending to be asleep. But then, just as it looked like he was about to leave, Henry stopped and turned around, looking back at the bed of Toons. Contemplating, eyes unfocused and glassy—from lack of sleep, perhaps?— grey circles under them. The wolf’s felt his heart clench, and he lifted his head.
“Henry?” he whispered.
Henry jumped and caught himself on the wall.
“JEEZ—” Henry breathed, forced his voice down. “Boris— scared the daylights outta me.”
“Sorry—!” Boris’s ears fell back. “Sorry.”
Henry put a hand to his chest and sighed. His eyes looked less glassy, more awake.
“Agh, I didn’t wake you up, did I?” Did Henry look guilty? Nah, it must’ve been Boris’s imagination.
“Nah,” said Boris, truthfully. “Feet fell asleep. Woke me up instead.”
The corners of Henry’s mouth twitched. If Boris didn’t know any better, he could almost mistake the man’s grimace as a smile. It almost met his eyes.
“Headin’ off somewhere?” said Boris, nodding towards the note.
“Just about,” whispered Henry.
He motioned for Boris to follow him out of the room, finger to his lips. Boris nodded, trying to be mindful of jostling the bed, so as not to rouse Alice or Bendy. The wolf was thankful for his thick coat of fur (ink?) once he was free from the blankets, as the room was fairly brisk without the protection. Boris swallowed a whine and followed after the grizzled animator.
On their way to the den, Henry grabbed a large, dark green jacket from one of the hampers in the hallway. He gave it a tentative sniff to check if it was clean, shrugged, and offered it to Boris. Boris sniffed as well. It smelled of Henry and mothballs. It would do. The sleeves came up an inch short of his wrists though.
“Gotta go plead to the powers that be that I don’t end up unemployed before the day’s end,” said Henry once they were a safe whisper-free distance from the bedroom, sighing and scratching his neck. “I, uh, took a few more vacation days than I’d originally planned.”
Boris’s stomach dropped, guiltily. The studio.
“Oh, golly… wha… that was our fault—”
“S’nobody’s fault,” said Henry, patting Boris’s shoulder. They passed the couch. It didn’t show any signs of Henry sleeping on it. “I might have to work a few extra shifts to make up for it though. My boss, Callum? Not exactly known for being forgiving, but he can be fair when he needs to be.”
Boris nodded, faint memories of his own past experiences with “unforgiving bosses” arising. His tail tucked between his legs, the wound from the harsh look on Joey’s face all those days ago in that office now fresh in his mind’s eye. When the air was thick with acetone and Henry’s open cartoon wounds. His nose twitched, feeling a little sick at the memory.
“M-Maybe I should come with ya,” said Boris, the weightlessness of Henry leaning on him ghosting along his shoulder. He gripped it. “Help explain a few things—”
“Boris,” said Henry. There was no harshness in his voice, but it was still firm. “I… I appreciate it, Pup. I really do. But… you need to stay here. All three of you. Lay low for a while.”
Boris tried his best not to look discouraged. Henry patted his shoulder again and gave it a squeeze. It felt odd, not having to look down on Henry as much as he had when the animator was still a Toon. Henry squared his shoulders, and Boris felt assured.
“It’s… too much, out there,” Henry nodded to the window. A car honked, followed by another, and across the way, some neighbors were opening windows to do laundry. A lady waved out a large red blanket, and Boris had to flinch at the brightness of the color, visible even in the dim early morning. “Too much to get used to all at once. Besides, I know Callum. I’ll be alright.”
Boris felt like crawling into an inkwell. He knew Henry was right, but it wrung his nerves like wet laundry. He felt so… useless. He was supposed to be the helper, the best buddy. He sighed.
A kettle whistled.
“Oh, shoot—” Henry rushed to the stove and turned the knob, using one of the dangling jumpsuit sleeves to take the metal pot from the heat when he couldn’t find his oven mitt, setting it on his oven mitt so the counter wouldn’t burn— ahh. Found the mitt. Hmm. “Sheesh… I, err, tried making something quick for breakfast for you all before I left, but, well. The mess. Heh. Wasn’t able to get as much done as I was hoping…”
Boris turned to the counter while Henry prepared a quick coffee for himself, and noticed, to his surprise, that the tower of bills and mail had been cleared off, leaving room for three sets of plates, bowls, forks and spoons of varying style and size. Each plate had a couple eggs, sunny-side up, glasses of water, and steaming hot bowls of oatmeal—with walnuts and molasses, from the looks of them. Bois sniffed the air above the biggest bowl (he hoped it was his) and licked his chops. It smelled pretty dang good.
Breakfast wasn’t the only change to the den. The mess from last night seemed to have all been pushed to the side, the floor for the most part cleared of debris, if still in need of a vacuuming. Trash bags sat stacked next to the door, ready for dumping, full of the empty bottles and boxes.
…How long had Henry been up, working on all of this?
“Ya didn’t have to…” said Boris, ears flopping back. “Dunno if we really need to eat.”
“A good breakfast might liven up the mood around here,” said Henry, smirking. At least this time it reached his eyes. He quickly downed the contents of the mug, grimacing. “Aghh, love the feeling of burnt tongue in the morning.”
“Ya do?” Boris laughed.
“Nope,” Henry laughed in turn. He set his mug in the sink, which was filled with other much dirtier mugs as well as pots and pans, and put a small tin reading Express-o, Coffee on the Go away. A cast iron skillet was all that was left on the stove, which looked surprisingly well cared for, considering the state of Henry’s other kitchen items. Guess that explained the eggs. He pointed to Boris. “Tea boxes are on the counter too, should be enough hot water between all of you. Don’t let Bendy drink my coffee. I’ll call you all when I’m on my way back. Don’t answer the phone for anyone else.”
“Wha?? Buh—how-how?” said Boris, getting whiplash.
Henry pointed to the other end of the den. A black, faintly dusty dial-up phone sat on the floor, next to the far wall, with a note taped to the wall over it. It read a variety of instructions in Henry’s chicken scrawl shorthand, and a blessedly legible phone number at the bottom. It looked as if it’d been dug up from one of Henry’s old boxes.
“I’ll call three times in a row. Only answer if you get three calls within a few seconds of each other,” said Henry, grabbing a toolbox next to the couch and as many of the trash bags as he could carry. “Other than that, just let it ring.”
“Whuh- wait, Henry!” said Boris, heart leaping in his throat. “I-I’m not so sure we…”
Boris turned to the window, grabbing the sleeve of the jacket. The sun was raising more and more, the world outside of them starting to wake up. Yellows mixed with grays, turning them brown and sandy. He was sorely missing his dreams, drenched in black and white.
“Hey, hey,” said Henry. His hand was back on Boris’s shoulder.
Boris turned to him, every inch of his face dropping, expecting to get one of Henry’s signature rigid, authoritative glares, waiting to be given the hard facts of their situation. Instead, he got a tired, yet… understanding smile. It was lopsided and rough around the edges, and looked wildly unsure.
“It’s ok,” said Henry, in a voice that, despite what his face betrayed, sounded pretty dang convincing.
The wolf felt something inside him—something that he’d kept bunched together throughout the drive, the climb to Henry’s apartment, the scary few minutes this morning where he first experienced his feet falling asleep in the realworld and how real the real worldfelt and how he wasn’t really a wolf he wasn’t real was he?— unclench and, without thinking, he leaned his head on Henry’s shoulder, sagging weightily. Henry teetered, not used to the wolf having a third dimension’s worth of weight to him, but evened out, and wrapped an arm around Boris’s back, toolbox counterbalancing him.
“This is a lot to take in,” said Henry, gruff voice a welcome sound for the poor, overwhelmed wolf. “Don’t rush yourselves through it. Thing’s’ll get easier. I just…” His grip tightened, strong, grounding. “We just gotta make some things work first.”
The wolf whined.
“I just wanna help,” said Boris, voice feeling thicker than glue. “I ain’t much of a good helper though. I couldn’t even help you or Bendy or Alice when everything came crumblin’…”
“Now now, none of that,” Henry almost laughed.
Boris almost had enough nerve to get annoyed, if not for what Henry said next.
“That’s no way to talk about the guy who saved my life. And Bendy’s and Alice’s. And then mine again.” Henry stopped, smirking when he felt Boris quietly snort. “And Bendy’s, again, about, what? Five more times?”
“Mmmh, you’re just saying that…” Boris didn’t sound completely convinced, but the knot loosened a fraction. He pushed from Henry, trying to stand his full height. His cheeks had their old stylized blush back; his ears almost perking sincerely. Almost. He let them droop, eyes downcast. Henry sighed.
“For now… none of us know what we’re doing,” said Henry. “Not even me. And I’m from here. But we’ll figure it out.”
“…one breakfast at a time?” said Boris, trying to smile. It was shaky. Oh, he felt so shaky.
“One breakfast at a time,” said Henry. He reached up and scratched Boris between the ears, and Boris relaxed. He felt his tail wag, if only just a bit.
“But seriously,” Henry added. He was grinning, almost… devilishly. “Keep. Bendy. Away from my coffee. If I come back and find him bouncing off the walls, I’m hiring an exorcist.”
Boris was so taken aback, he couldn’t help himself. The thought alone was so ridiculous, but seeing Henry actually try to crack a joke? Utterly too much to comprehend. The wolf howled a laugh right out loud.
And it felt scarily, wonderfully real.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT’S A HAPPY HOPEFUL ENDING TO THIS FIC. THIS IS MY WEAKNESS.
Here is a list of books I have read this year that I have enjoyed so much I either will buy a copy for my shelves or already did.
Uprooted - Naomi Novik (What an adventure! I loved this book from beginning to end)
Catherynne M. Valente (Ok, I can admit I didn’t understand a lot of what happened in this book because I didn’t understand a lot of the Russian literature references - BUT THAT DID NOT STOP ME FROM LOVING THIS BOOK! Holy smokes what a book - Instant Fave.)
The Bear and the Nightingale - Katherine Arden (’The Girl in the Tower’ is coming out in December and I am sooooo freaking excited!!!!)
Poison Study - Maria Snyder (I will try and pick up the other books in the series later on, but I enjoyed the first one and at times had a TOG feel)
The Night Mark and The Bourbon Thief - Tiffany Reisz (You can check my blog for my feels on these two books - quick and beautiful reads but prepare to be WRECKED by ‘The Bourbon Thief’ - I’m still recovering)
Blackwood and The Bad Guy- Celia Aaron (This author is magic! She writes erotica with plot so good! I buddy read ‘Blackwood’ with @propshophannah and we are both enthusiastic about it - it has a dark, mysterious feel and I could not get enough. My only complaint is that there is not more of it - I WANT MORE. So hot. SO HOT. ‘The Bad Guy’ was not AS good as ‘Blackwood’ but I still couldn’t put it down.)
The Arcana Chronicles - Kreslie Cole (I just really enjoyed them, not Earth shattering or anything but such an interesting plot with twists and turns and so many characters - I WAS SUCKED INTO THIS SERIES! And I need the next one pronto.
Labyrinth Lost - Cordia Zoraida (I didn’t finish this one but I intend to go back because it was really good but another book caught my attention more and put this one on Hiatus. If you haven’t already, pick up this book!)
Alex, Approximately and The Anatomical Shape of My Heart - Jenn Bennett (Both of these books were great, fun, quick reads that I LOVED the characters and locations)
Royally Screwed and Royally Matched - Emma Chase (Thanks @propshophannah for getting me into these two books of the same series - SO FUN. SO HOT. Ah I just loved them! You will have a huge smile on your face for most of these books. Looking forward to the next book ‘Royally Endowed’) also Hanna got me into the Off Campus series by Elle Kennedy and I breezed through them super hot super good.
Looking for sexy reads? PICK UP BOOKS BY CARA MCKENNA AND KYLIE SCOTT. I have read Curio and the Curio Vignettes, After Hours, Willing Victim and Brutal Game by Cara Mckenna and then the Stage Dive (4 books) and Dive Bar (still releasing, 2 so far) series by Kylie Scott and they are pretty much all panty disintegrating.
I’d also like to throw out there that anything by Morgan Matson has been a super enjoyable read for me. Starting with ‘Amy and Roger’s Epic Detour’ which sparked my Wanderlust but each of her books I read super fast because she has lovable characters, emotional conflicts, and great writing style. Check out also by her Second Chance Summer (Get your tissues ready though), Since You’ve Been Gone (Makes me feel young and adventurous), and The Unexpected Everything (So fun, Lovable).
My reviews for The Red - Tiffany Reisz (whooooooa) and Ten Days with the Highlander (Yipee!) are posted and I recommend.
I think I may have read these last year and previous years but I also loved loved loved ‘Vicious’ by V.E. Schwab, The Bungalow and The Violets of March will always be faves of mine by Sarah Jio, Pretty much ANYTHING by Libba Bray - The next installment of the Diviners series is coming out soon and I could not recommend that series more and her book Beauty Queens is so wacky but enjoyable. I will scream from the mountaintops about ‘The Night Circus’ by Erin Morgenstern for the rest of my life. It’s my thing. ‘The Bronze Horseman’ was epic (and the other two installments were OK and I read them to complete the story) but TBH was…..fantastic. The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud by Ben Sherwood is an instafave. Also I think it goes without saying that ACOTAR and TOG novels are a automatic read that I always enjoy. aaaaaaaand TID,TMI, TDA, etc by CC are also instareads for me. I preorder/buy those babies immediately. The Wrath and the Dawn + The Rose and the Dagger by Renee Ahdieh were so freaking beautiful that I had preordered and sucked down Flame in the Mist (and looking forward to the next installment). OH OH OH and The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah was so moving.
So I am probably missing a ton but this is a short list of books I will soapbox for.
Currently reading: Return to your skin by Luz Gabás
, The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue
by Mackenzi Lee and
Geisha: A Life by Mineko Iwasaki
I am checking out your recommendations @sassyreads and if you have any others I’d love to hear about them.