#[Mattias -drabbles-]

[soulsxng]

"What were you thinking?!"

"Zae, please, darling...I was only trying to provide for you--"

Mattias' hand only just brushes Zahine's arm when a resounding slap echoed through the room. The halfling glaring daggers at his husband as he stopped pacing and smacked the offending hand away from himself.

"Provide? Provide what, Mattias? We're doing well enough as it is-- and that aside, Elyki doesn't exist to make a profit! We exist to help the people that aren't able to speak or act for themselves against the powers above them! How does inciting a riot out of nowhere accomplish that?"

"Ahnia has been unstable for nigh on twenty years now! If the people there didn't want change, there wouldn't be a growing coup there in the first place. It's obvious that they want Tahariel on the throne-- as they should! He's done more for Ahnia than Lierik and Kalliah for it. More than any of their spawn have done for it!"

Zahine falls quiet, and the already chilly air in the room goes absolutely frigid. For a while, it's all that he can do to stare at Mattias, but when he does finally speak again, his voice is low. Low, and unnervingly smooth.

"...What did he give you?"

It's Mattias' turn to clam up, now. Though he tries at first to stammer out a halfhearted response, he eventually gives up. Reaching out with both hands in an attempt to take Zahine's, who steps back and out of his reach.

"Don't touch me. I asked you a question, Mattias. What did Tahariel Elohim give you, for taking the deal that I said we were turning down? Because I really, truly hope that it was worth the price of putting every single person here in danger!"

He gestures toward the other members of Elyki, who were seated about the room, silent and still as the dead. Watching the argument between their leaders as it unfolded before them.

"I hope that it was worth allowing Blackwood and Duva'li to be imprisoned. That it was worth my baby being imprisoned!" Mattias continues trying to approach as Zahine's voice climbs to a shout again, his expression darkening when Zahine pushed him away.

Always, with those two fucking brats. It hadn't escaped Mattias' notice that Melchior wasn't present for this meeting. And 'his baby'? Mattias had to admit, he did prefer Eluvias-- the younger of the manticore brothers that Zahine had taken in all those years ago-- over Melchior...but hey. He knew that there was a risk of capture when he went on the job. (not that he'd had the choice) Maybe he should have been faster with his escape.

Golden gaze flicked about the room, taking in each face that surrounded he and his husband, before reaching out to snatch Zahine by the arm. His beloved struggled against him as he was dragged from the room, but the Ahniri was quick to grab up a fistful of grey hair and give it a firm (but not yet painful-- it was still a warning) tug backward.

Though Zahine was compliant after that; following Mattias to their bedroom to continue their conversation more privately, Mattias could tell that he was furious.

...But that was alright. Be it happiness or anguish, determination or fury, his Zae always had, and always would be the most perfect thing to him.

Even negative attention from a being so flawlessly ethereal was attention, after all...and Mattias was more than happy to lap up whatever Zahine was willing to give.

[jomiddlemarch]

(I wish you'd write a **Helnik** fic where it's like an Anastasia AU, I mean, lol, I wasn't clear) :D

“I dreamt about the swan,” Nina said softly. “Half the time, it flew away from me, out across a lake so wide I couldn’t see the shore on the other side.”

“And the other times?” Matthias asked. This was real, what she was telling him, and between them, something real was rare and precious, even if he was the only one who knew it.

“It settled down, drew its wings close,” she said. “I always heard the music in those dreams, sounding so far away. I couldn’t remember the words but I knew them.”

“You did,” he said. “You do.”

[devourable]

masterlist ! long post under cut. anything without links is unfinished. nsfw content marked in red

{ boy yanderes }

yandere church boy (⛪️ abraham atkins)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs / asks :

sfw hcs 1 . sfw hcs 2 . nsfw hcs . darling w different religion . equally religious darling . darling from large family .

fics, drabbles, etc :

prayer session - private service - genesis 9:6 - divine sin [ocxoc ; by darling--core] - kinktober; overstim [ocxoc ; by darling--core] - my angel {wip, coming soon!}

yandere hacker (🖥️ gene eliades)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

gene x camslut darling

fics, drabbles, etc :

coding lesson - kinktober; cockwarming [ocxoc ; by darling--core]

yandere prodigy (🪶 sterling cygnus)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

ask dump . what if darling left school? . college parties . handmade birthday present . overheard confession . positive reinforcement darling

fics, drabbles, etc :

field trip - i like you {wip, coming soon!}

aus :

professor cygnus (older!au)

yandere best friends (tobias lovell & sebastian lee ; 🍀 the neighbors)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

nsfw hcs - shy voyeur darling (wip, coming soon!)

yandere delinquents (mattias c., judas j., dominic g., aaron d. ; 🚬 the delinquents)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

how did they meet? . nsfw headcanons . sick darling . dom reader . darling’s birthday . asexual darling . oral fixation darling

yandere monster (🌲 mykolas)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

sfw headcanons . how does he mate with his darling?

fics, drabbles, etc :

break time

yandere cheerleader (📣 orion knight) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

yandere idol (🎤 ivan armani) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

the huntsman (🪓 gareth sharpe) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

{ girl yanderes }

yandere gym bunny (💪 valentina everett)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

wedding headcanons

fics, drabbles, etc :

wlw comfort drabble - making a scene

yandere princess (👑 althea chrysostomides)

intro fic • pinboard

yandere mermaids (kallisto, tomila, lyonesse ; 🪸 the mermaids)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

what gifts do they like? . sfw headcanons . what if darling wants a family?

fics, drabbles, etc :

mating season (wip, coming soon!)

yandere farmer (🌾 linden bell) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

the coven (wip)

intro fic • pinboard

{ nonbinary yanderes }

the butcher (🥩 rhodes williams)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

vulture culture darling . nsfw headcanons . fiesty/protective darling

fics, drabbles, etc :

better days - helpless - make me bleed

the stalker (💌 vega leers) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

the alt kids (faust m., delta c., anton f., ; 🕷️ the alt kids)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

nsfw hcs

the demon (🩸 melchior) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

[ poly yanderes ]

the parents (angel & bianca moreno ; 🧸 the parents) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

the villains — wip

intro fic • pinboard

{ misc / multi oc posts }

your first time p1

your first time p2 (coming soon!)

date night w abe / delinquents

flirty darling x sterling and rhodes

yanderes x single parent darling

yanderes x cuddle drunk darling (wip, coming soon!)

yanderes / darlings and cuddles

poly yanderes x biased darling

yandere terms of endearment

abe, tina, and rhodes x chronically ill darling

how do they feel about other yanderes?

who does/doesn’t want kids?

rhodes x darling x abraham, part 2

[whore-ibly-hot]

💞Masterlist💞

Yandere OC's:

🌱🔔🌱🔔🌱🔔🌱🔔🌱🔔🌱

Yan!Cult Member: Joshua

Outsider In (Introduction fic)

💜👿💜👿💜👿💜👿💜👿💜

Yan!Best-friend: Carl

What Are Friends For? (Smut) (Introduction fic)

🍀🧚‍♂️🍀🧚‍♂️🍀🧚‍♂️🍀🧚‍♂️🍀🧚‍♂️🍀🧚‍♂️🍀

Yan!Fae: Puck and Yan!Fae King Oberon

Midsummer Nights Madness (Introduction fic)

A servant and his King (Smut) (Oberon introduction fic)

🪨🌫⛺️🪨🌫⛺️🪨🌫⛺️🪨🌫⛺️🪨

Yan!Soldier/Warrior: Fritz + Private Johannes

His Little Bride (Smut) (Introduction fic)

The Little Soldier And His General (Smut)

🚜🌄🚜🌄🚜🌄🚜🌄🚜🌄🚜🌄🚜

Yan! Farm-Boy: Joey McCall

City Boys ain't Worth Nothing (Smut) (Introduction fic)

📸📘📸📘📸📘📸📘📸📘📸📘📸

Poly!Yan Bully and Freak: Patrick and Ahmed

Art-project (Introduction fic) (Gender neutral reader)

🎟🥊🎟🥊🎟🥊🎟🥊🎟

Yan!Cage-Fighter: Mattias

Paying bills ain't easy. (Introduction fic)

💟🎀💟🎀💟🎀💟🎀💟🎀💟🎀💟

Yan!Mean-girls: Maggie, Sasha, and Lindsey

Just girly things. (Introduction fic)

📞🖨📞🖨📞🖨📞🖨📞🖨📞🖨📞

Yan!Husbands Boss/Ceo: Morgan

Just another day at the office. (Introduction fic)

🎮🕹🎮🕹🎮🕹🎮🕹🎮🕹🎮🕹🎮

Yan!Retro-Gamer: Lewis

My player two. (Introduction fic)

🕦♟️🕦♟️🕦♟️🕦♟️🕦♟️🕦♟️🕦

Yan!Boarding School (Multiple Yan)

Introduction fic pt. 1 (Students)

Introduction fic pt. 2 (Faculty)

Photo shoot fic (Mr. Burton and Joseph)

Sick reader drabble (Mr. Critch, Mr. Murphy, Evan, Carter)

Reader with trouble sleeping drabble (Mr. Critch)

Unamed/Misc Concepts

Yan!Neighbor HC's (Concept fic)

[leclsrc]

can I request prompt number 10 with Carlos Sainz

kissy spells – cs55

genre: fluff, drabble, 1k celebration

10: a hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking — where neither person thinks twice about it.

“—and we’re all just determined to have a productive weekend where our strategies go as planned.” You finish, smiling slightly at the interviewer who nods along, totally invested. You’ve woefully been assigned to answer engineer questions for this network your stress has blurred the name of, seated beside Carlos who chips in with his occasional two cents.

You can’t say you’re not grateful, though: this is the most alone time you’ve had with your boyfriend in weeks.

It’s honestly criminal. Turns out, the sweet spot between keeping things private and wanting to always be together is absurdly hard to pinpoint and stay on. The only pros are you’ve become creative at crafting excuses to sneak off. Oh, and two new sex positions for tight spaces (who knew?) But apart from those, it’s an endless repeat of hiding, pretending, ignoring.

Which is why, despite the fact that you’d rather be working than talking about working, you consider this to be a moment of refuge. Both of you have been so unbelievably, dizzyingly tired lately, it helps to just be in each other’s presence. Your knees touch slightly, yours bare to Carlos’ denim as you fiddle the hem of your shorts and listen to him talk. After this, it’s back to work, your fifth year now of still coming to a mutual decision of “let’s not go public just yet.” 

The interviewer says both your names and you smile at the camera, holding for a few seconds before she waves a signal and you relax, exhaling. You turn your stool toward Carlos and offer a smile, one that translates telepathically into I want to die and you’re coming with me. Like always, your telepathic conversations click; he raises a brow, which means I don’t even get a choice?

None, you say through a slight shake of your head. You both laugh, always amazed at the love you share that leads to the moments of connection like this. He smiles again, narrows his eyes, turns his head to the side a bit. I love you. You need not say or do much. You know he knows what you say back; he’d know even if you made no change to your expression at all.

Still caught in your bubble, you both jolt out when the producer pipes up monotonously. “Uh… you guys can go. Your segment’s over.”

“Oh,” you say. “Oh. Okay. Thanks so much. I’ve got a meeting with some other engineers from—so yeah.” You shuffle awkwardly off the stool, unaware that you and Carlos had just been mindlessly talking while they waited for you to leave.

Carlos follows suit, shaking their hands. “I need to go discuss with Mattia, so. Thanks again, everyone.” You pick up your wallet and clipboard, which you’d left to rest on a nearby table; Carlos takes his Gatorade beside them. Caught in the sudden rush of having to leave, your minds both exhausted from the stress, you just offer a quick smile as Carlos leans in and pecks you goodbye.

You kiss back quickly and smile. He does it all the time, especially when you’ve just slept over, or when he drives you both around. You don’t think twice, turning around and walking toward the rest of the paddock and prepping for your meeting.

The interviewer and producer stare at you both, then each other. They’re slack-jawed. Did Carlos and his engineer just kiss? And then… walk away? Not even acknowledging the kiss? “Did you get that?”

“I did. It’s on the camera.”

“Okay.” She pauses. “You owe me ten bucks.”

[bad-at-names-and-faces]

Frozen Drabble Request

I just noticed that I've now officially got 100 Frozen fics on ao3, so to celebrate, send me an ask with any character (or characters) who canonically appears in a Frozen movie or short, or one of my OCs, and I'll write a 100 word drabble... If you have a particular line of dialogue or other prompt in mind (G or T rating-friendly) you can add that, but I've got various prompt lists I can pick from... (also optional to request a ship or AU, but see below for the ones I've written).

Alternatively, send me an ask with a question about an OC or AU...

Character/AU cheat sheet below the cut...

Canon characters: Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, Hans, Olaf, Sven, Agnarr, Iduna, the trolls, Kai, Gerda, Oaken, Yelena, Mattias, Halima, Ryder, Honeymaren, the officially unnamed lady with the baby who asks Elsa if she's ok, and technically Rapunzel and Eugene. I haven't really written anything for Runeard or the Duke of Wesselton or any of the other attendees of Elsa's coronation, but they count. I haven't read any of the official novels or comics, nor have I seen the show Once Upon a Time. One exception to the movie/short rule: Lady Dagmar from the Olaf picnic on the Disney Wish.

Quasi-OCs: (in Canon but not named): Mrs. Nilsen (the lady with the baby), Karl Nilsen (the baby), Siggy Olsen ("why do I have to wear a suit?" boy), Renata (from Oaken's extended family)

OCs: Anna and Kristoff's children (Inga, Frederick, etc), Lars Nilsen, John, Meibel, Isabel, Kate, Edith, Oline, and if I'm counting Frozen cameo Rapunzel and Eugene, and if anyone remembers, Tara (appearing in one fic).

Ships I've written (or have drafts for): Anna/Kristoff, Anna/Hans, Elsa/Honeymaren, Elsa/Darcy (I'm the creator of that tag!), Mattias/Yelena, Mattias/Halima, and for OCs, Inga/Henry, Frederick/Meibel, and Lars/Elizabeth. Unpublished in drafts folder: Elsa/Kristoff, Anna/OC

AUs: canon-ish: The Young Diplomat; Canon divergence: kristanna childhood friends, the one where Anna marries Hans, [unpublished] Elsa/Kristoff AU, [unpublished] Anna/OC AU; Modern AUs: "tattoo removal", human!Olaf and Kristoff roommates, Rowing, various minor AUs from the Halloween fics, Rock'n'Royals; Crack Crossover: Frozen/Pride and Prejudice.

[f1-disaster-bi]

Hmm, lucky number 8 for Charlando 🍀

Oooo, this game is just revealing that I am a massive nerd for Taylor Swift and musicals. I swear I listen to more than that 😂

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift

Charles often felt as if he was the villain in his own story.

Every time he thought he did something right, there was several people in line to tell him every little thing he had done wrong. It didn't matter how perfect he was for the media, for the team, with his racing, it always turned around on him.

It was getting tiring to feel like every meeting with the team was targeted at him. It had gotten better since Mattia had left, but he knew that some of the engineers talked behind his back. He knew they brought up other racers, how they benefited the team more, that Charles wasn't smart enough or that he was too self-absorbed to actually care.

Just today they had phrased everything in a way that boiled down to, "We're not saying you're the problem....but you're the problem", and it made Charles's chest ache.

All he wanted was to be good enough for this team, and he just felt as if he was some dark stain on Ferrari's history that they were waiting to be freed from.

These feelings followed him, lingering on him as he left Italy behind for Monaco, for safety. They hugged him like an old friend, but the moment he set eyes on his love, Charles felt them ease a little.

"You are so much more than they give you credit for Charlie", Lando whispered in his ear after bundling him into their bed and holding him as if he were precious, "You are not the problem. I promise you that"

Charles just breathed in his boyfriends scent and relaxed for the first time in days. His hand clung to Lando's hoodie, afraid that someday he too would see the monster that everyone else seemed to think Charles was and leave. It would devastate him when that day came.

"Hey, no, we don't think that way, and I would never leave you", Lando scolded, and Charles hadn't even realized that he had said those words out loud, "I love you. For better or worse. I'm not going anywhere baby"

Still, that fear and guilt clung to him as Lando carded his fingers through his hair, talking to him gently until he fell asleep.

Give me a number between 1-100 and a pairing, and I'll write a drabble based on that song

[ppjeterka]

every time i check my mattias/jack wip there's always 1k more words than i expect there to be where did my stupid drabble go??

[mad-madam-m]

50k baby!

After a particularly difficult month of NaNo (why I ever start NaNo without an outline, I will never know; I always struggle more those years), I clawed my way to 50k tonight by hand-writing the last 1000+ words I needed. GO FIGURE. 

On the plus side, I finished multiple stories, including a couple of different WIPs, an original short, and a fic I’ve wanted to write since 2017. So it was a productive month, at least!

Here’s the list of what I worked on this month. Most are finished, only like 3 are not, so uh...I guess RIP my AO3 account as I go through getting these edited XD:

Win a Date with Barnaby Brooks Dragonesque Castlevania WIP The Rescue & Sequel Soulmate AU Marginal Prince PWP Mattia & Karina crack - Barnaby x Reader fic Tiger & Bunny Suit Smut More Trevorcard Smut Recycle Drabble Post-s2 Fic

[ariddletobesolved]

Hi, it's me again. Can you do a drabble of Helsa with number 4, please?

Thanks for sending me the prompt. Sorry that it took a long time to respond. Hope you're in the mood for some fluff :3 this one sets in the Tennis Players AU.

4. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” From this post: send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble. (if anyone would like to send a number, pls send it to @written-by-ariddletobesolved thanks)

—

The sound of grunts almost in sync with the sound of a ball being hit across the court greeted Hans when he got there.

Putting down his tennis bag on the bench next to a baby blue tennis bag bearing Elsa’s signature golden crocus logo, he then stood at the side of the court with his hands on his hips, observing closely. A towel bearing the tournament logo hung loosely over his shoulders, and he used it to wipe out the sweat trailing down his temple. The Australian summer sun was high in the sky, and Hans couldn’t help but admire his mixed doubles partner for not letting the heat beat her spirit.

“You’re done with practice, Hans?” Elsa muttered, still not losing her focus from the yellow ball that was mounted by the ball machine from the other baseline.

“Yup,” Hans said, before walking back towards the bench and grabbed a bottle of water. “And I’m here to deliver you some news from Coach Agnarr himself.”

Just when Elsa turned to Hans, the ball machine stopped working as the balls had run out. She tilted her head, her cheeks flushing and she was panting from running and returning the balls.

"What did my father say?" She asked, before doing a small jog to approach the auburn haired man. Elsa took the water bottle from his grasp and took a big gulp. "I hope he didn't plan on hosting a dinner party this time."

She almost cringed at that thought. It was an annual thing that her father liked to do: hosting a dinner party at the start of the year not only for their small team, which was mainly consisted of Agnarr and Iduna—Elsa and Anna's parents, who were coaching both Hans and Elsa respectively, Coach Mattias—Anna's coach, and the physiotherapists with whom they all travelled the world; but also for some of their sponsors, players who trained at Arendelle Tennis Academy who were competing in the same tournament along with their coaches, and some of Agnarr Arendelle's former rivals and friends who lived in Australia or were in town to watch the tournament. Elsa disliked large gatherings, and no matter how many times her parents told her how important connections are, even if you were an athlete, she still thought it wasn't exactly necessary for her to be there.

Hans grinned. "No, he didn't."

Elsa raised an eyebrow as she grabbed a towel from the bench. "Okay, don't play with riddles with me, Hans, what is it?"

"A picnic, tomorrow noon," Hans replied, biting back a smile. "But it's more intimate, so there'll be your parents, us, your sister, and Coach Mattias."

Letting out a sigh, Elsa took a seat on the bench. She started to roll her right shoulder which was seemingly sore from the practice.

"Well, at least I don't have to pretend I care about which qualifier is gonna have a good run this time," said Elsa, stealing a glance at Hans and smiling. 

"You're a top player, Elsa, of course they value your opinions about other players. Besides, you made history by being the first qualifier to win a Grand Slam two years ago, of course they're interested to hear what you have to say," Hans said.

"Now, that's just too kind, Hans." Elsa smiled even wider, but she tried to wave his reply off as a mere compliment. But her smile turned into a flinch and she went to massage her right shoulder. 

Hans, who noticed the sudden change of demeanour, quickly said, “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

Nodding, she then patted the spot next to her for him to sit. When Hans gently worked to loosen the tense muscle, Elsa let out a sigh in contentment, her blue eyes fluttering close.

"Hmmh, it feels better now," she muttered. "Gosh, remind me to not sleep on my right side for a little too long again."

Hans grinned. "I would, if you weren't a heavy sleeper. You keep rolling onto your side and clinging on me, even after I push you so that you lie on your back."

At the comment, Elsa felt her cheeks flush even redder. "It's not my fault that you're more comfortable than a body pillow."

"I know." Hans pressed a kiss on the blonde's temple. "But also, maybe you need to slow down a bit with this intense training. I'm pretty sure your mum would want you to be fit and healthy until the Tour Finals."

"I'm not sure if I would qualify for this year's Tour Finals," Elsa sighed. "Not when you have players like Astrid Hofferson dominating the tour."

Hans stopped for a while, before brushing back a few strands of blonde hair from her face, making her turn to him. "You'll do great, okay, Kaere?" 

Elsa pressed her lips into a thin line, as if she was thinking. "Well, I do have an idea, but only if you're up for a challenge."

"I'm always ready."

"So I'll try my best to qualify for the Tour Finals, but only if you do too," she grinned. "We have months until the US Open, and whoever gets qualified first is the winner of this race."

"What's the catch?" Hans smirked.

"I haven't thought about it, to be honest, but I think the winner gets whatever they want. Deal?"

Hans leaned in to peck her lips shortly, before saying, "Deal."

[soulsxng]

They were heading back from running some of the errands that had piled up when they were in Vanystea, when the sharp smell of blood hit their nose. While that wasn't necessarily an oddity in the Plains, the fact that they were passing through one of the biggest gathering areas for the packs without seeing more than a handful of other Aifaen made it stand out in a way that had brilliant red fur raising to stand on end.

Eleare's ears pinned back against their head, and they did a little circle as they investigated the smell further. In the same direction, they could smell a large group of other beasts gathered. And as they followed the trail a bit further, they picked up something more...familiar. Three scents that they had come to know intimately, over the years.

Before they've even fully realized it, their paws are carrying them toward the sources of the scent in a full sprint. When they reach the others, gathered around in an anxious circle, the inari squeezes and leaps their way through the crowd, ignoring the grumbles and snarls that some gave in response.

"Ma..."

"Mom..."

Just as they'd thought, the moment they broke through the crowd, Eleare was met with the faces of their older children-- Thelrin and Raelin. They had been knelt on the ground with their backs toward Eleare at first, but the moment they got close enough and shifted forms, both jumped to their feet and turned to face Eleare.

Red eyes traveled quickly over their forms, making sure that they weren't injured before moving on to the person the two had been kneeling beside. They could feel their stomach twist in anticipation, before dropping altogether when their gaze fell upon the third familiar face.

"Eleare? Wh--"

Before he can even respond, they're practically on top of him. Hands pushing clothing aside to get a better look at the wounds that littered the other Aifaen's body. They had to fight their instincts to growl and shoo away the healers that were already helping him, and instead gripped the man's arm tight.

"What happened to you? When did you get back from Ahnia, Antale?" They sounded angry, and both Thelrin and Raelin's ears pressed back flat to their heads, starting to move away to avoid Eleare's wrath. Unfortunately, that only seemed to draw their attention. "And you two! If your father is back home, let alone injured, why would neither of you come to get me? I swear to Bralis, Tal, if you told them not to just because you didn't want to worry me, I'm going to finish you off in front of the whole Plains!"

"Lea, please...it hasn't been long, I promise." The man-- Antale-- lifts a hand, pressing a finger to their nose despite the way their lip curled like they were ready to bite. They don't, though...after a moment or two, the harsh air around them falters, and they lower their head a bit, so Antale's fingers could run through their hair, and rub at one fluffy ear. "I'm fine, I've had worse than this. The exhaustion from the fighting caught up to me, is all."

Eleare doesn't seem at all pleased to hear the last bit, but as it seems that Antale had more to say, they kept it to themself.

"...Something happened in Ahnia-- Elyki is causing trouble alongside the coup out there. That's why I'm here, and why I'm worse for wear. I was asked to relay what happened to the heads. Warn them, and see if they can spare some help."

[benka79]

Written for the @ficwip drabbles prompt!

Title: Obviously

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Ship: Kotetsu/Barnaby

Warnings: N/A

Rated: Teen and Up

Prompt: Late night thoughts

"I can't believe I'm in love with that old-man," Barnaby said with his phone in his ear, as he spoke with Mattia, his friend. It was 3 AM.

"Barnaby, stop, please. I have work to do tomorrow, I'm hanging out –"

"Wait! You made me realize this, now bear with me."

"Dude, it was obvious, you talk about him the whole fucking day. Of course you are in love with him," Mattia sighed. He sounded exhausted.

"Shit. What do I do now? Kotetsu is the king of obliviousness–" Barnaby bit his lower lip thoughtfully, "Should I ask him out on a day? Mattia? Hey, Mattia!"

[true--north]

I'm holding on tight to you.

Ao3 The story of Mattias and Halima.

Mattias×Halima, G, 1695 words.

Everyone told Halima how lucky she was to become the bride of Lieutenant Mattias. Of course, she agreed with that. But not because he was a trusted soldier of King Runeard himself, and not because he was Prince Agnarr's personal guard. But because of what he was like. 

[clydesgod]

“Err, you in here Mattias?” The demon would call out, knocking on the door as he loomed around the door of the bar. It was empty, seeing it was quite later out. Mattias didn’t appear to be there either. He was probably busy doing something.

Richard looked around the area a bit more, he wasn’t here to drink seeing he had somewhere to be. But he’d figure he’d drop something off real quick. He’d place the wrapped gift on the bar, along with a card. Hopefully he’d like it. He didn’t have much time now, he was gonna miss that bus! He’d left off in a hurry, closing the door shut as he left.

...

Mattias slowly would appear, looking around. What was all of that noise? He’d look over at the gift though and he could instantly tell it was from Richard. It was either the black wrapping paper, or the sloppy wrapping job that gave it away.

He gave himself permission to chuckle under his breath as he made his way over towards it, picking it up and unwrapping it. He had to give Richard credit though, he made it stupidly easy to unwrap these things.

He wasn’t sure what to expect, but it did appretiate it. He was a bar owner so, he had plent of alchol to go around...but it was very nice of him to give him something that was his, and was something he didn’t have in stock. He’d keep it for himself however, he was looking forward to trying some of that ‘spiced rum’ he had.

[diorleclerc]

ok drabble idea… distracting charles with a bj while he’s taking a phone call maybe an important business call 🫣

you’re laying your head on charles’ lap as you watch a movie together. you were tracing patterns onto his knee with your finger and he was treading his fingers through your hair.

suddenly, his phone rang and he paused the movie to check who was calling.

“i’ve gotta take this, love. it’s mattia,” he tells you before answering the call. both of you were too comfortable in your positions to move so he spoke on the phone while you laid on his lap.

you thought that it was going to be a quick call but ten minutes passed and he was still on the phone, discussing what happened at the last race.

you were getting bored so you decided to entertain yourself. and of course, you chose to do so by teasing charles.

you moved your head a little so you were in a better position and started to palm him through his shorts.

as soon as your hand touched his bulge, he stuttered and looked down at you with a glare.

“continue talking,” you mouth to him, giving him an innocent smile.

as the seconds passed, you feel his cock getting harder. once he was fully hard, you slipped your hand into his shorts and pulled his cock out.

“uh y-yeah–the brakes felt a bit weird,” charles stutters when your tongue licks his tip.

you continue to tease his tip, darting your tongue out and giving it little kitten licks and wrapping your lips around it to suck it.

finally, charles had enough of your teasing and briefly muted the call.

“open,” he tells you and you do as he asks and he pushes his cock into your open mouth. you start to move your head up but his hand on top of your head stops you.

“i didn’t say you could suck me off,” he says and you whine around his cock.

“ah ah, no whining. be a good girl and keep my cock warm. and maybe if you’re good, i’ll fuck you after,” charles tells you.

before you could protest, he resumed his call.

and if you were good like he wanted you to be, he’d definitely reward you after. but if you decided to tease him? oh you’re in for a longggg night.

[bad-at-names-and-faces]

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