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He bowed his head to hide a grin at the thought of doing – well maybe not a striptease, but a shedding of clothes that would definitely tease and tantalize. - *salacious grin* yip! yip! *frowns, hearing 'pay attention to me' barking* Dagnabbit, Shaggy! You're throwing off my reading groove, ya yappie yorkie. *grumble grumble* Now, where was I? “Like what you see?” - Hee hee. Patrick's so sly. Thus he acknowledged the need for something larger to practice with. Once this concept was firmly entrenched, the next one popped into his head. 'Maybe Peter would like to help.' - YES. Yes, he would. Absolutely. Then they looked at Patrick and waved him over. He was pulled into the embrace of his family, and Michael held on to both of them, hugging them tight around their necks. Patrick sighed contentedly as he once more felt safe and loved and wanted. He sent up a small prayer of thanks to their patron saint together with a wish for happily ever after. 'For all of us please...' - *gushing tears of sentiment* Where are those tissues of mine?

“I'm sorry; I got carried away for a bit there.” Peter grinned. “I forgot we're not quite married yet.” - Wait, married? Wow, you're serious. I'm not hating, just surprised. 'And he'll soon be tired of you playing untouched, nervous and reluctant, and of waiting for you to be ready.' He wanted to reach into his own head and strangle the offensive little bastard. - LMAO! Dying. I want to go to a clinic and have tests to be sure I haven't got any sexually transmitted diseases. - Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. Makes total sense, yeah. Better safe than sorry, in that scenario. Lots of high-pitched squeaking in the phone as Patrick went beet red. - LMAO! I approve. And once it's over, you don't want to go on and on, discuss every little point to bits. I don't know if it's because you're a man or just because you're you.- Both. Both is good. He felt like an almost wilted plant which unexpectedly received a soft shower of revitalizing water and nutrients from an observant caretaker. - Yes, just keep watering him, Peter. Wait, I don't think that came out right... Fiona had been nice and he could recall younger faces looking shy and sad. - It's good that not all of his family's that bad.

Of course! I love your writing style. You should know this by now. Though, I'm actually dabbling into a more dramatic and angsty storyline (for the first half anyway) and I'm scared to take the plunge (but I have to because this story must happen).

Because you're flippin' brilliant, that's why!

Glad my comments make you laugh. They're never meant to be offensive, they're just what I thought of as I was reading. And yeah, that part with the kids was literally before I read the line about his being so perceptive about their real desires...I can kinda see where it would freak some of them out.

But his angel of faith was gloating over the suddenly tiny and mute devil in his head 'Did you hear that? His first serious commitment! He has never loved anyone before, either.' - *rolling around in joy* This was the moment the two silly beings in his head decided to join forces and pop the inevitable question: 'So you reckon he's versatile?'- LMAO! Oh man, I'm only four chapters in and it's already almost lunch time. I'm gonna eat and come back to chapter five.

And a tiny cheeky angel snuck up to the nasty imp in his head and gleefully pointed out: 'He called my house home. And they're going to stay the night. So buzz off, you pessimistic prick!' - LMAO! The irony. The two silly entities in his head giggled in unison over the flabbergasted Dane. - Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Patrick studied the sleeping boy with sympathy. He looked frail and the white locks of slightly wavy hair together with a pointed chin gave him an almost elfin appearance.- He's flippin' precious, that's what he is. Peter Rasmussen- *flips desk* How ironic, his last name's the name of my university. And that's the only reason I know how to pronounce it. And why did he get an image of hugging Peter, of holding him tight while the taller man sobbed on Patrick's shoulder, of kissing his cheek and whispering comforting words in the ear hidden below soft golden locks. - Whoa, are you seeing the future now? both of them admired Patrick's three beautifully executed shells- LMAO. He's a professional guys, professional. Patrick, dis is for you. - My heart. Can't take it. To distract himself from the silly domestic dream which he must not harbour...- Noooo, harbour it, dagnabbit! Harbour it! “So tell me, Patrick. If I wanted you to make me a personal card that asked you to be my Valentine, would you take on the job?” - *swoons* Say yes Patrick, say yes!!

*stretches, cracking a few bones* Ok...let's see...got my water. Got my snacks. A box of tissues...I think I'm ready for this Viking Valentine marathon! *amplifies the font size by ten times, changes black on white to white on black* That's better. I tell ya, modern day page settings save my life. It wasn't so much the fact he was artistic, which made the other children wary of him. - Why would kids be wary about an artist? Don't we all start with crayons and fingerpainting? Barely a couple paragraphs in and I'm already defending Patrick. You read my diary and stole that photo.- Uh-oh! When empathy backfires. And afterwards he didn't care to find out all the details about his maternal grandfather's fortune or his paternal great-grandparents' legacies. - ...Patrick, buddy, you gotta read the fine print. Always read the fine print! But by now a lot of women in Britain – and a fair number of men too – were certainly aware that to receive a Valentine card with the distinctive P signature in the bottom right corner of the art work meant they had won the heart of someone special.- Yessss Patrick, take your dues! But he knew something was missing in his life, and even though he liked the time of year leading up to Valentine's Day, it also reminded him of this gap in his existence. - Aww, hang in there, buddy. You deserve someone special. At the age of thirty it isn’t cool to be a virgin and totally inexperienced with sex. - *takes a hit* I feel ya, buddy. *pets patrick with a shaky hand* I feel ya. Patrick knew he was gay, and he had accepted this fact early and easily. - Good for you. Why am I so proud of a fictional character? All his instincts told him this man was worth knowing. But how would he achieve that? - How about you start by saying 'hi'?

*pets the screen gently* Hello, wonderful new story tied to the Angel and Cupid storyline. *whispers* I'll be reading you soon. Wait for me. (No, I do not apologize for creepily stalking this series.)

My condolences to everyone who's suffering this loss. 😢

Yeah I figured he wasn't even around then. The irony kills me.

Ironically, I felt there's a touch of Tom Holland in there, ha ha (but then again it could just be his youthfulness and my mind drawing comparisons). But, in the scene (and it's my favorite scene of the whole story) where Peter trusts Wade enough to reveal himself, my thoughts were aligned with Wade's..."beautiful" was right. On that subject, that rooftop scene couldn't have been more perfect. We saw how much Peter trusted Wade, enough to have a few drinks...enough to spar with him...enough to tell him his real name. Not to mention the bold kiss. Full marks for that, Pete. Full marks.

Yes, well I think it worked beautifully. I absolutely adore your version.

I loved the story from start to finish, along with how it somehow read like a real comic issue. Not a single chapter was boring, and everything flowed well. I enjoyed the progression. The action, the bantering, the build-up, the drama, the plot, and even the smut was all well-written. Nothing felt rushed or slow. I'm not normally a fan of stories written in present tense. But , if you're the same way, I ask that you please overlook it. Why? Well, present tense is actually quite fitting for a story that has the flow of a comic book issue. The flow and direction which with this author writes will not lead you astray. This author's a storyteller through and through. It was a very rewarding read!

*gushing tears* I had no idea what I had gotten into when I started reading this. But, before I realized it, I just had to see it through to the end. The Deadpool aspects of it were spot-on, down to the ‘breaking the fourth wall.’ Logan and Domino were also pretty spot-on. I found that I very much enjoyed your rendition of Spidey. My mind couldn’t quite decide which particular Spidey was his original influence, but it never really mattered. Loved the story from start to finish, along with how it somehow read like a real comic issue. Not a single chapter was boring, and everything flowed well. I enjoyed their progression. The action, the bantering, the build-up, the drama, the plot, and even the smut was all well-written. Nothing felt rushed or slow. Will probably revisit this for a second read at some point.Thanks for sharing!

On the flip side of this, as a reader, I am glad whenever my comments are able to express even the tiniest bit of how much I enjoy a story. I try my best to leave a more comprehensive review at the end of what I enjoyed the most or what affected me the most (...however, I'm well aware that I fail at this sometimes and end up babbling incoherently about my reactions as I was reading).

The best laid plans often go awry...?

Ha. I blindly opened up all my notifications in separate tabs and when I got to the Kabal update I was like "what's this?" and then I noticed it said chapter 5 and freaked out over the new chapter. If confusion always ended up in good surprises, I wouldn't mind being confused all the time. Now then, to the actual chapter! Diarmad despised hearing the name ‘Nico’; it felt wrong. - Sure it isn't just misplaced anger, Di? I mean, it doesn't matter what he's called. You have him right there, right? In your house. In your life. H. Never accept no. I. If necessary, play dirty. - Yessssss, Nico. That's what I'm talking about!! Take no prisoners! ...every part of him a tempting sin. Damn him./He had a piercing--a Goddamn Prince Albert. Diarmad moaned and almost smacked his head on the table. - *dying of laughter* It's coming for you, Di. It's coming for your goodies. You better sleep with your eyes open every night. Without another word, he turned and stormed out of the kitchen. - Dagnabbit, Di! Stop running away!! "Oh? Do tell." - LMAO! I adore Ivan. A repetition of what happened must be avoided; I have to keep my distance from him from now on. - Nooooooooooooooooo, dagnabbit, Di. I wish your master would look at me like that." Henry wagged his tail./ "And wag his tail?" - Yes, pretty much. How could he suddenly know Sho was Ivan's mate? His Gran had been in the Order; they recognized human mates and introduced them to their Seraei partner. Could it be that simple? - Woo! OMG! This must happen! Nico, you better call Sho up! Get his bum over there! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~ Later that night, Nico called Sho and told him the king had suggested he needed some more sword training. - Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Hmm. Well, all comments are gold to me. But, let me find a few memorable ones. To be fair, I won't choose any on collaborations since those comments count for two. He's a Bastard: Shout out to @RolandQ, who gave me the very first comment on the first original story I jotted down. The comment was very, very encouraging. My many thanks. Tuesday Staff Meetings: It was surprising to me how many readers and fellow authors enjoyed this one. @Timothy M. @droughtquake @BlindAmbition and, certainly never least, @Puppilull were all wonderfully encouraging (I also view them all as mentors since they're all awesome and then some), as well as everyone else who left their thoughts and comments. @Hellsheild wrote the most hilarious comment at the end that I still enjoy to this day. My Faceless Bus Stalker Alpha (why are my story titles always so weird?): By this point I pretty much kidnapped @Hellsheild and poked at the previously mentioned mentors about miscellaneous opinions and tips. @Wesley8890 @Starrynight22 @Geemeedee @chris191070 @mikedup @JeffreyL @Brokenbind and others are the reason I try my best with each and every chapter. Wesley's reactions are my life. LMAO.

Nico: Ah, Diarmad, mi amor...I know where you sleep at night. When you least expect it I will tie you up and flog you with a horse crop for being such a stubborn stallion. Something like that! (I'm totally joking)

One hour turned to four somehow. Now, where was I? Right! Nico was learning about Henry. ...my heart had never been free for him, as it always belonged to Diarmad, whom I still loved, even if I didn't see it at the time. - Tell it like it is, Kris. He arrogantly assumed I’d drop everything as soon as I learned the truth. - Uh, Nico buddy, Diarmad stepped aside for you...you'll hopefully find out later. “What? Are you implying I should use my abilities for my own personal gain, against the law, without a court order, on the king, my mate no less?” - YES. For the love of God, yes. If only! That is why I’m wearing this necklace, which activates when I read someone. I would never do that! - It's called you hide the necklace, get a peek, and then put it back on. "So you think he still... cares for me?" - Dagnabbit, Nico...you saw the piano. All I'm saying is this will be hard work, and I need you to know that and not chicken out when it gets ugly, and believe me, it will. - Tell it like it is, Ivan. Okay, I'm going upstairs. - Like hell you are, get your butt back down there Diarmad. "You'll bring him his lunch." "He won't like it." "Tough." - LMAO! Best part ever. And now I'm wondering what the "big guns" are. Honestly, Nico, just wear your swimming trunks and sit on his desk with a rose between your teeth.

Strangely, the dog looked as if it understood everything. - LMAO! First cleaning, then to a veterinarian, then feed it. When it…’ and here he turned the poor dog on its back to check out its gender, ’when he is presentable and free of fleas and other vermin, he will be called Henry and guard the house. - LMAO!! He asked me not to lose hope and mused that some people simply needed to meet twice to understand they were meant to be together. - Actually, that kind of thing really happened with my cousin and her husband. They were high school sweethearts and he ended up having a tryst with an older woman for a while, had a kid with said woman, but eventually came back to my cousin and they've been married for over 20 years now and have a kid of their own together. Uh-oh! I have to clock out at work. I'll continue with reading and the rest of my review in about an hour!

Somehow Nico was relieved that he had been given a short reprieve before he had to encounter his mate. - All the while we're just waiting anxiously as the readers. As if that hadn’t been enough, he played one of Noël‘s favorite pieces. He almost stormed out the minute he recognized the song. - Agony, misery, though it's different for each~ Always ten steps behind, always ten steps below ~ And she's HE'S just out of reach! ~ For a moment, he saw such longing in the midnight blue eyes it made his heart stop, then it was gone and he was sure he had only imagined it. - Dagnabbit, Nico. You weren't imagining things and you know it!