Thirdly

It's so nice to see a new reader discover Pip before becoming a raging Pip fan like myself and everyone else. Pip and Jasper are written by the lovely @Rambling Robin.

Yes! Buckle in, Fae, this is another good one.

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We’re glad you enjoyed reading this one! If you prefer to read completed stories, then I highly suggest Crossing the Moon.

Yes, it was definitely a relief after the stress the poor boys were feeling in previous chapters with Nix gone.

Yes, indeed. I highly suggest you read the story Cuddlefish after this, the two tales are set in the same "universe."

Yes, Rios definitely straddled the line of "Pure panic; they're gonna kill me if I touch this lovely creature" to "I must not let this opportunity go to waste with this lovely creature"

The pressure that had been building beneath the volcanic isles, in conjunction with the bombs and Chief Atraze's machinations, had been the true cause of the tremors. Many of the dragons that they interviewed were merely misguided. Only a few of them had been loyal to Atraze's way of thinking regarding the Pure Dragons. The entire group was put to work by the Sentains, Gallants, Solare, and Lunare. They were to help accommodate the Pure Dragons into stable homes of their own. Though, many Pu

I have three homework assignments due at midnight but my mind refuses to focus when there's this shiny, wonderful, new chapter of Kabal RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I muuuuuuuuuuuuuust read, I can't contain my excitement! Navigating the small road in front of him didn't distract him enough to forget Nico’s suggestive grin and eyebrow waggle. Something had definitely been off. - LMAO! Oh no! Ivan is suspicious!! Ivan had never understood how they could be separated and live so far from each other. Although he'd liked Nico, he thought a man belonged with his mate, not married to another man. - Yes, well...I'm sure many, many people feel the same way. Including me. He felt loyal to his king and sought to protect him from any harm, including emotional harm.- That old coot needs to pull himself together. Love him to death, but man, is his fear frustrating. The man insisted they become friends, and after he explained the circumstances of his separation from the king, they hit it off as if they’d been friends forever. - Yessssssssssssssss. It's just the best. He looked around for a tall, blond man with a braid as long as his wakizashi and ‘amazing light green eyes’. - LMAO! Darn straight. Nico had somehow known and didn’t bother warning him.- Because that's what friends do! hahahahaha Nico sent me to pick you up and bring you home. - Yessssssssssssssssssss, HOME. As soon as Nico closed the door behind them, Sho grabbed him by his shirt, stabbing his finger against his chest. - *dying of laughter* Somebody wanted to kill Noël. Burn him to death. - That's not good. “You!” Ivan shouted and stepped toward Nico. He stopped, eyes widening, when he saw the king had entered the room with his mate. “My apologies, Your Highness.” - *dying of more laughter* Whoever did this will think we don't want to admit yet that Noël died in the fire, and they succeeded with their devious plan. - Smart plan! and of course Landyn and Simon; the golden couple - Yes, yes they are the golden couple. Love them to death. He knew knocking wouldn't help, so he went into his own room and locked the door. This is ridiculous. How can he think I was talking about him? - Dagnabbit, Nico. lmao...to be fair that wasn't entirely your fault, he's just so flippin' sensitive hahaha. Diarmad nodded at the men around his table with as much dignity as he could manage stated, "Continue without us." before he left the dining room in brisk strides.- LMAO! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee FINALLY!

I'm determined to stop at chapter 10 today. I don't care how many interruptions drag me down (unless they're toma or robin interruptions, which they were not...my grandma and aunt came by with my cousin's baby boy and the yappie yorkie lost it so I was coddling a cowardly dog for hours so that the baby wouldn't cry). Now then, where was I? He knew he’d get depressed by the task which was why he kept postponing. However, getting to share a bed with his boyfriend might be the incentive needed.- You can do it! “Why don’t we wait then? I don’t need to see the room right now, and we can take our time with making it into our bedroom. I’m sure Michael will be happy to have his dads sleep in his room for a bit longer. - That works, too. “John’s the excitable redhead?”/“Yes.”/“And Anthony is the tall dark silent guy.”/“Exactly.”/“A bit cliché isn’t it?” - If it is, it's one I'll never tire of...wait a minute, I once dated a silent redhead *points to self* and I'm an excitable darkhaired girl...is the reverse still a cliché? “He might have wanted to sit in your lap, or mine, and that could have caused a few awkward questions. You would have to answer them, since I don’t speak Danish." - LMAO! Exactly! 'He doesn't understand enough English for me to give him 'the talk,' YOU'D have to do it.' No, but I assume a new kitchen and bathroom will be essential.- Oh, to be able to have the money to buy a second house and renovate it. I am green with envy about now (and before you mention Caspin/January/Giles, they are also rich fictional characters on my envy list lmao).

Fiona’s quick hug at the funeral it was the first time since his mother died he had been embraced by a woman. And the warm motherly feelings flowing from Peter’s aunt filled up another gaping pit in his soul.- *gushing tears* Hee hee. Mini Michael's a Michael after my own heart with the singing and teasing.

You know, Michael hasn’t talked about his school or his friends at home today, except for vague plans about his two best friends visiting and being shown ‘all the cool stuff in London’. He seems to be fully committed to your new life in England.- It was the dinosaur exhibit. Let's be real. XD The tiny angel in his head fluttered excitedly ‘ohh how sweet, you’ll be his first too’, while the bawdy imp fell over laughing. ‘Better get out the dildo and see if he runs away. I wager nothing larger than a finger ever made it into Mr. Valentine’s virgin ass.’ - Behave yourselves, little mischiefs. While I die of laughter. I’m making this into Michael’s room and we’ll have our bedroom next door. And I’m paying to have it done exactly the way he wants, no matter what. Including a flat screen TV and a PS4 or whatever he’d like.- Yep, twisted around that tiny little finger. I just hope he gets past the heart condition or is able to better manage it in the future.

Patrick was speechless but managed to nod and was rewarded by two small arms wrapping around his neck and a soft voice in his ear saying ‘Papa’ then giggling.- OH, it's over. That little boy has you wrapped around his little finger. Patrick floated all the way in a cloud of infatuation. - LMAO. Nothing can ruin that day. "Why can’t my son Kim meet someone like you, Patrick?”/Luckily, Peter intervened before he died from embarrassment./“Moster, you know Kim isn’t gay, don’t you? He’s not even bisexual like me." - Dying! "Oh and once a woman gives him a chance, she’ll learn of another impressive feature, which might be decisive.” /He leaned over and whispered in Patrick’s ear. “Kim’s hung like a horse.”/Of course he managed to time his remark to the moment Patrick took a drink of water.- PFFT!!! “Sure. All kinds of sex with him turn me on, but I think doing him outside will be even more fun,” caused another impish implosion, leaving Patrick and the angel high-fiving each other mentally.- Oh gosh, the imp approves of Patrick's pervy thoughts so hard. Were all Danish children brought up to be tolerant of same-sex couples, or was Michael special because they had talked about this? Or perhaps he really did sense Patrick made his dad as happy as Peter made him? He was grateful no matter what. - You got it all wrong. Michael's probably thinking "I'm finally gonna get me two gifts for birthdays and more outings to the museum."

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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. 😢