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asexualzoro · 11 months ago

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it's december 9th, meaning today is my 23rd birthday (which is my favorite number!), which means it's time for...

Lew Writes Wrapped 2023!!!

im including anything that happened after my last bday, so we have some works from december as well. this one's a bit of a weird one for the total word count, you'll see why

it's all treebark from my sideblog / alt ao3. i cannot change. i will not change. for these im just gonna specify the relationship that's the main focus bc thats easier than fandom bc all but like one are third life

dandelion wishing

(Dec, 2.4k, treebark, oneshot) (link)

op movie 6 au for dogwarts in which Martyn is the baron and Ren doesn't know he's dead

id actually plotted out a whole third life au for this movie like months prior and really wanted to write it, so i took it for treebark week and focused it just on these two. it's my fave movie of all time and i obvs had to give it to my fave completely dead team <3

i will admit tho. it did make me back search martyns twitter to see if hes ever posted abt watching this movie. bc i know he likes One Piece and i realized this would bring me into the danger zone (he hasnt ever posted abt it if hes seen it)

A Romance Route for the Doomed Villain?!?

(Dec, 5k, treebark, oneshot) (link)

treebark dating sim isekai parody that spiraled out of my control made in a day-long possession

im still baffled by this one. why was the response to this one so insane?? there was smth in the water the day i posted this bro. a 1:2 kudos to hits ratio for the entire first day is literally fucking unbelievable. 70 comments?? what hold did this fic have on you people. i got fic written about this one?? my friends goncharov'd me in front of my face

really fucking fun to write and the insane response was smth im always gonna remember. i appreciate you guys so much

treesekai also turns a year old in a few days!

Until the Angels Realize You're Not One of Them

(Feb, 7.2k, emerald duo, oneshot) (link)

a traitor phil au which was mostly just me talking about all the reasons i love technoblade

this one... wasnt actually written this year for the most part? i didnt want to not acknowledge it, since it's on my ao3 in this year, but i wont be able to count it toward the total

still. traitor phil au my beloved. hearing him say on his stream he and techno wanted to do a betrayal arc made me feel insane bc i already had this written at the time

missing or obstructed

(2022-present, 12.9k, Grian & Ren, ongoing) (link)

post 3L fic about Ren and Grian seeking out closure with a lot of funny little sleep metaphors

same deal as the last fic, i, uh dont think i actually wrote anything new for missing or obstructed this year either? just uploaded chapters i wrote last year,,, i didnt wanna now acknowledge it, but i wont count this in my total later

i miss her. one day ill actually sit down and write more missing or obstructed. in my doc im JUST at introducing Martyn and i havent written it yet

to reach my mangled debut

(Sept, 4.2k, treebark week, ongoing) (link)

it wouldnt be me if i didnt have an execution somewhere in here. another op au!

THIS. I LOVE HER. when rev and i were plotting out the whole storyline for smop renchanting i was begging please give me this scene i need it and i had so much fun writing it. i rlly need to finish soon but i haven’t had time but please. please check out smop. she’s top of my priority list to update

Three-Dog Night

(Sept, 6.7k, treebark week, oneshot) (link)

BIG DOG. beauty and the beast au!

god im so fond of this au. there’s some rlly good scenes written for this and unposted bc i just need to link them together. honestly i think if i took a month and focused it on this fic alone i could fucking finish it but i don’t have the time ;-;

that said i’m so enamored w this au genuinely. o dunno what else to say i just think. puppy

Cover Me In Roses

(Sept, 3.3k, treebark week, oneshot) (link)

lamplight roleswap! put Martyn in a flower pot

i don’t feel as motivated to work on this one when i have lamplight unfinished so it’s lower on my priorities but know i have like an entire arc of this written and unposted. we just have a few paths for this one and i have to decide which one to use

it’s so wild to me lamplight has like. aus. like this isn’t even the only one? a roleswap. that’s insane? it’s wild that you all like lamplight enough i can even get away with this

First Sign of a House Fire

(Sept, 2k, treebark week, oneshot) (link)

i love superhero stories for two reasons: plots about secrets and adapting the characters to give them powers. this had smth fun for both of them

yellow rose isn’t super high on my list of priorities to update (i think the oneshot is interesting on its own) but one day,,,, it’s part of the many aus cherri and i have but it’s the longest for sure. the doc for just this au is like 100k words long on its own. at the time i draft this cherri and i are actively writing smth else for it in another tab. theres like 4 offshoots and im obsessed w all of them. we had to make ocs about this one. i’m excited to eventually add more to this series

actually that’s one of the scenes i’m most excited for and most dreading adding. we made a backstory oc and im SO attached to him and im excited to post a thing out there w him but. ough. whatever cringe is dead i’ll get there eventually and brute force my way into attaching you to our funky little robot guy

also love that this fic forced me to be decided on a docv characterization that i have to stick to. he may be a canon guy to martyn’s vtuber lore but he’s my oc now too

Blindsided

(Sept, 2k, treebark week, ongoing) (link)

pirate au and royal au based on a big secret and also stuffing a guy in a box and it's all stupid dramatic literally what else do you want or need in life

this is my wife. my favorite. my most beloved. blindsided gives me new illnesses and diseases. i have just one scene to write before i can update it and then i can continue unleashing her. god i love this fic the drama of it is SO fun.

the funny thing abt blindsided is i know all the plot chronologically but now how to Present it which is part of why i haven’t continued too much. eventually i will but until then know that one of the scenes im sitting on which has been fully written is one i think about constantly. hopefully when i post it cherri’ll let free the comic she did for it

i actually have the ending of this fic written i just need to get there lmfao. second on my priority list after smop i think

Cradle of the Leviathan

(Sept, 1.5k, treebark week, oneshot) (link)

i just love mer aus man. whats the point of it all if you cant have mer aus. just get a big ol fish

i have the ending of this au written as well and literally so little of the lead up. but this is pretty low on my priorities. i think this one stands just fine on its own. mer aus are nice like that

we actually have a few mer aus but for now i’ll be focusing on this one. i do have a few sweet post story things written for this one. maybe one day i’ll write enough to post em lmao

Lamplight AU

(2022-present, 47k, treebark, ongoing) (link)

renchanting dnd/fantasy au, martyn's a paladin and ren's a lamp

so i started this au last year. my wrapped last year said my total was 20k, so that means this year's total is.... 27k!

and… it was just lamplight’s birthday and i did all my appreciation for the fic and its readers then, but god. i love this fic so much and i love you all who have read it and been so kind about it. the amount of popularity it has makes it a bit nerve wracking to work on, but i still really want to see it finished. i hope to see the bulk of it done by this time next year!

Six Sentence Sunday

six sentence sunday is a challenge where i try to post six sentences i wrote that week every sunday, to keep me writing every week of the year! i do it over on my writing blog, @driflew

i did not keep up on my six sentences,,, i had a lot of sunday fencing tournaments. i did for ~33 weeks this year! thats a pretty good amount! i’ll have to be more on top of it next year tho

unpublished work

the last few years i havent included unpublished work, but with the extreme bulk of it, i wanted to note it down. cherri @/cherrifire and i have been writing a lot back and forth at each other in discord dms this year, and i wanted to include those in my count! bc holy fucking shit is there a lot of them

i didn’t include collab pieces, just pieces i wrote alone. i also only included the renchanting aus i share w cherri and scarian aus i share w flowey, nothing else—no unfinished lamplight or other independent pieces or oneshots, no original fiction for class, nothing. i also missed a few u haven’t moved to docs yet. so i’m lowballing by a few. thousands. of words

the total for those is...... 135k words! there is,,, something wrong with me

total and end notes

our total this year is...

187512 words!

that might be my highest word count yet! because i caught treebark disease. wild.

something really fun about this year to me is i really loved everything i wrote.

if you want to get me a gift or support me on my birthday… maybe try reading my work and reblogging it or leaving a comment! you can find my writing at driflew or skelew on ao3, follow my writing blog at @driflew, or even consider tipping my kofi!

thank you for sticking with me and supporting me this year! i really appreciate it! hopefully i can break 100k next year too!

#lew writes wrapped #lew writes

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seospicybin · 3 months ago

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OKAY I just finished it and I have ALOT on my mind.

1ST I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVVVVVEEEEEEEEEDDDDD IT!

The family dynamics were soooo cute and I think you made me like children just a little bit more! You have such a satisfying writing style and you're really really really good at describing styles I don't know if I'm tripping but every scene made me feel some sort of color. Like- hear me out. The beginning was like lemonade, skz concept, yellow and his birthday was like coquette, bubble gum, pink and every scene with Jeongin was spotify, quillbot, forbidden, love green and the spice scene was Microsoft spelling error, Netflix on a dark night, taste red. AND I MEAN THAT IN A GOOD WAY!! I've always been able to see colors in a story based on description but some aren't clear because of bad description so basically I'm saying you're really good!!

OKAY 2ND OF ALL THE THOUGHTS I HAD READING THESE ARE CRAZYYY

First, and this is rlly rlly random but you know the child's doll Its name is like poppipo or smth but I read it like poopy-- yk like Ice spice poopy like poop-- then I realized and I read it as pop-po and then I just completely gave up.

Second, lets talk about how BOLD Y/N is esp during the end like bro love you taking the initativeee!!!!! BUT AT THE SAME TIME Idk but personally I think I got an ick(?) when Hyunjin was like 'you're perfect but Felix is the most perfect' LIKE BRO I WOULD'VE SNAPPED OUT OF MY DELUSION REAL QUICK. Idk why like it wasn't a bad scene but the second hand embarrassment was thereee like -------

Lastly, JEONGIN WAS SOOOO CUTEEE like honestly I would like it of they ended up together instead cause like Jeongin was the cutesttt and I think they have a chance!

ANYWAYS THATS ITTT I ABSOLUTLEY LOVED IT!! KEEP IT UP BUT STAY HEALTHY AND HAPPY!! 🫶🏿🫶🏿🫶🏿🫶🏿🫶🏿

-🥂

Okay but this is so interesting 🤔

I believe the term is synthesia? Where people can sense colors or tastes when they listen to music. I heard Felix has it, he sees colors when he listens to music, I think I do too cause I can sense textures when I listen to music.

But I think it's the first time I ever heard someone experience the same things but on writings and that's just so fascinating like wow.

From now on, I demand you to write your feedbacks on every fics I wrote with those kind of descriptions. It's mandatory. I won't take any excuses. 😂😂😂

Anyway, thank you, bb. You're always sooooo sweet to me. Do I even deserve you? I don't think so 🥺

Ily, stay safe, take care and mwah mwah mwah 🥰❤️

#spicy mail #🥂anon

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undobutton · 1 year ago

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okay okay so.. remember when i wrote this hobie fic and mentioned how i'd introduce my oc who's his friend?

well I lied. Bunny (the friend in question) is a black cat varient (idk why i didn't say that in the post) but anyhow. i do have a spider-sona and i wanna ramble about them and their relationship with their hobie varient as well as their earth and whatever. instead of Bunny bc im hyperfixated on them.

So without further ado... here is Juniper Willow! The Amazing Jumping Spider of Earth-19962! brought to you by myself, the sims 4 ft. many talented cc creators, and naylissah's "black centered picrew"!! someday I'll draw them for y'all, but not here. not now.

Basics~

Name: Juniper Willow

Nicknames: Purr, June, Juni, Period.

pronouns: she/they

Age: 19

Birthday: Jan. 23

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Sexuality: pan

Favorite season: summer

Favorite color: neon pink & green

Spends time: writing music, roller skating, scheming

Likes: music, helping others, thrifting, Hobie ❤️

Dislikes: Big companies, police officers,

Bad habits: mumbling, accidentally overworking themself.

Good at: roller skating, poetry, chemistry

Job: being the Jumping Spider

Family: Older sister, Tina. Tina's girlfriend, Liz. Niece(Tina's kid), Anna. Twin brother, Benny.

Extra info: Left home with Tina when she was little. doesn't really talk to her parents.

Looks~

Height: 5'7

Skin color: mocha? smth like that

Eye color: used to be brown. Now pink and green.

Hair color: dark brown.

Hair description: stomach length locs, usually tied up in loose twin buns. occasionally down for events.

Body type: hourglass

Main outfit description: (see photos above)

Not so basic info~

Fears: stuffy noses. forests @ night.

Hesitant to tell about: their relationship with their mom.

Would cause a scene over: someone mistreating another person. being lied to.

Pretends not to care about: Tina's approval.

You can find them: in their basement/hide out thingy (I'll make it in the sims soon.)

Wants to come off as: reliable, funny, caring

Comes off as: heroic, childish (on occasion)

Intro. Or extro.: introverted, but likes meeting new people every now and then.

Pets: none (Tina won't let them)

origin story (short version):

Doctor Olivia Canna was working on her experiment for years. The spider had the ability to create strong webs and a substance that could dissolve almost anything! and she lost it.. it had been months and she could only hope that the spider would find its way back to her. or still be close by.

meanwhile, Juniper caught a cold and couldn't sleep with her mouth closed bc of a stuffy nose. so while she was sleeping, the spider crawled into her mouth and took a trip to stomach acid town.

as the weeks go by, Juniper gets new abilities and with the help of their twin brother, Benny, they decide to use their powers for good! Juniper steals from big companies and gives all her findings to homeless shelters and the like. she steals tampons, pads, baby formula, diapers, toothbrushes, toothpaste, deodorant, clothing etc! and sometimes they'll stop a crime or two.

Once Juniper's savings and stealings become more public, Doctor Olivia sends her most reliable 'friend' The prowler to go out and find this Jumping Spider.

annd I'll go into further detail in the chapters I write about Juniper later! I'll have the first one out soon!!

-button 🌺

#spidersona #atsv #atsv oc #oc #spidersona oc #button rambles🌺

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tasteofyourblood · 2 years ago

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Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you'd like to know better!

tagged by @lovingpoet (hi bestie! 💕💕)

what book are you currently reading?

just finished On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous by ocean vuong last week!! and kinda started albert camus' The Plague (and by kinda i mean like.. 2 pages)

what do you usually wear?

love me a good oversized jacket, high waist wide pants, and currently layers of turtleneck & sweaters y'know how it is but the keyword to my style is Loose

how tall are you?

5'6 i think, average female height which is HATE, god i wish i was tall

what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

aquarius & don't think so? (just googled, alicia keys that's interesting)

do you go by your name or a nickname?

nickname which started as like internet privacy thing but now it feels kinda weird even having irl ppl know my full name

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child?

HAH! i wanted to be a fashion designer so No but i am finally exploring clothesmaking as a hobby!!!!!!!!

what’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

good - languages & memorization. bad - planning aka impulsion (basically all the necessary precaution stuff for sewing & making clothes i Don't do and then suffer the consequences)

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

did a lot of glitter edits this year gkdfnfn and the first one i made for saw 2004 is still my fav 👌 exquisite (oh! also knit a cardigan, first even knit project! and started a dress project just last month)

dogs or cats?

cats, smth about cat content just Hits more than dog content for me.. Oh also!! my black cat Bean and the 4 stray cats that constantly visit my door now

what's something you would like to create content for?

i really really really wanna write a merlin fic someday, it's been on my mind for years but 1. i hate writing and 2. haven't had an idea that Sticks yet (ALSO WANNA MAKE A BEAUTIFUL BIG RED KNIGHT OF CAMELOT CAPE WITH THE DRAGON SIGIL AND ALL SOMEDAY)

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

not obsessed but just spent the last 2 months slowly binging seinfeld and just finished the finale this morning so (tis good 👍)

what's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

social event at work that turned out to be really awkward for me BUT! the 2nd one I went to ended up being a lot better :D

what’s a hidden talent of yours?

words? idk i love long words so all that memorization during sat & gre studying i still remember And the word floccinaucinihilipilification that I learned from a child genius competition show probably back in 2014 or smth

what's something you wish to have at this moment?

beautiful natural fiber fabric (preferably wool & linen AND LACE!) and all the knowledge of clothesmaking in all of history, PLEASE

tagging @inkmaze @mlentertainment @safodebuenosaires @eyeldritch @katealot @human-sweater-vest @lilmoonlad @meat-wentz and every other little molecule on this plane of existence 🪷🤙

#this was fun!! also tommie i wanna see your knitting 👀#tag game #about me

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tryhardgwen · 9 months ago

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rs archive 02/12/2024:

hello! reader with intense ‘all my love’ universe brainrot, I’m pretty sure your work actually changed my life lowkey HAHA I explored the music that you put into it and I can now say I’m listening to more 80s’ rock/alt and the song from the title was my top Spotify song for the last few weeks! (along with the 80s’ stuff heh) I literally made a playlist dedicated to this fic and I even was able to sorta reconnect a little with my older brother over the music which.. has shaped aspects of our siblingship..? (lol) now but I can’t thank you even more, I feel like the title itself reflects the amount of care and love you yourself put into this, anyways (sorry about the rambling LOL) I just wanted to reach out with a lowkey very angsty headcanon I had LMAO basically, and maybe because it was like semi recent idk I’m terrible with time HAHA, I was wondering/exploring how wooje’s birthdays were celebrated while he was still in his no-contact era away from home. I thought that it would be a day everyone would always remember and it would be this unspoken heavy weight that intensified the almost-family’s longing for their baby, I was like maybe minseok would bake his favorite flavor of cake or whatever and just have it sit on their dining table untouched, staring at it and spacing out till minhyung brought him back, or maybe all of them would meet up and just do something as a collective that reminded them of wooje without saying anything but would kinda wait to see who would be the first to say his name out loud. at the same time wooje celebrating with jojo, the idea of jojo just failing to attempt to bake smth for wooje and somehow trying to incorporate mayonnaise into it (ew I’m sorry HAHA) always makes me smile (cause I don’t wanna dump too much angst LOL) but anyways those were just some thoughts I had circulating my head along with ones just regarding more deeply on what the almost family had experienced and felt during this distance (ofc feel free to give your input), as always I’m so thankful for your amazing writing and I’m always supporting and heavily admiring your work, take care of yourself! <3

okay i think you blew my mind with this submit um. thank you. you're welcome? im so happy you loved the music and i am so. SO happy/glad/astonished that you managed to reconnect with your older brother. bonding over music>>> (also um wow.)

as for the headcanon ih my GOD just stab me through the heart will you?? THATS SO ANGSTY... HELP MEEE... tho minseok in aml universe is such an interesting character because like... while wooje is no functioning/low functioning depression, minseok is definitely high functioning depression. he pretends nothings wrong but he's still falling apart on the inside. during the four years he mainly focuses on starting his business and working every day. hes a people pleaser. i think really the only person he would ever open up to would be minhyung, really. everything he does is unspoken from caring for woojes grandpa to cleaning woojes house when it became vacant. he'll do things and not talk about the reasoning or emotions behind them. he bottles stuff up until he explodes. while this headcanon is so good and sad i honestly think they wouldnt do anything in particular..? i mean, itd be a harder day for them. they miss him, so any time of year wooje would typically be in--birthdays, halloween, christmas--would be hard. rather than an outward display of their heartache i think it'd be more internal. they feel lonelier than usual, so minhyung and minseok would have each other, and hyunjoon would probably go to sanghyeok's and seongwoong's for dinner. they just cant be alone, because theres a wooje-shaped hole there. but all that being sad, four years is a long time. it gets a little easier each year. it hurts a little more each milestone. i think, when woojes gone, they do talk about him in passing, though its a tough subject at times. you know, sometimes its cheery and "i wonder how woojes doing!" and other times its.. "i wonder how hes doing." back and forth. some have healed more from it than others. i think its a partly healed scar until he arrives back home, and he sort of rips them open again (but thats sort of necessary to properly patch it back up. like they were wonky and badly fitted stitches that didnt allow for proper healing.) whew that was an accidental paragraph im so sorry.

as for jojo he is so low effort he probably buys a safeway cake and they eat it with their hands. cutie pies :> i love them

again, thank you soo much for the comment and the headcanon i loved them so much and brainrotted and though abt it bc... i never really thought about how they would treat woojes birthdays before this!! im so glad and so touched you like this fic so much. i hope you have an amazing day <3

#gwen answers!#retrospring archive #aml

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bbyquokka · 2 years ago

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hello! i’ve seen a couple of your writings and i think you’ll become one of my fave blogs!! may i request though? where you lost something kinda expensive that changbin gave you accidentally (like it broke if it’s a bracelet and fell or smth while u’re walking home or it got stolen) it turns into an argument (where he says u’re so dumb n careless u lost it or he shouldn’t have bought u the thing, like that) and not talking for days???? fluff ending pls :))))))))(((((((( thank you so much if u’ll write this!! have a great day and write more beautiful fics!! luv ya!!

*anw, sorry for my eng it’s not my mother tounge and i’m a fem reader using she/her pronouns*

that's so nice to hear, anon! i hope you continue to love my works! thank you for requesting; i hope this is okay and what you wanted! pls lemme know your thoughts and opinions! 💭

⌢ : ⤹ 💕 im sorry

➥ pairing: Seo Changbin x fem!reader

➥ genre: angst | fluff

➥ synopsis: your promise ring got stolen. you tell Changbin hoping he'd understand for it to turn into an argument

➥ warnings: Changbin is kind of an ass at the beginning | pet names [baby, princess, darling]

➥ words: 1.2k

➥ have a request? send it to me here. read my rules to learn about my guidelines before submitting requests

➥ m.list – ➥ ao3

"No, no no! This cannot be happening!" You frantically rummaged through your bag, hand diving in and out of your coat pocket. You turn them inside out hoping for it to fall out but only empty candy wrappers and old receipts fell on the floor.

You press your lips together in a thin line, tears falling down your cheeks slowly. You went out to do your daily chores then went to get a massage. You placed all your belongings in your locker. It wasn't until you came back home you realized your ring was missing.

It's not just any ring, it's a promise ring. One that Changbin gifted you for your birthday. It's a very expensive gift with it being decorated in real diamonds. You vowed to protect it with your whole life – until now.

You know you wouldn't have misplaced it so the only logical explanation could be that it's been stolen. Should you tell changbin? You could lie and make up an excuse. However, that wouldn't work – Changbin knows you too well.

Taking a deep breath, you sat on the sofa to calm your nerves and anxiety. You have to tell Changbin, you cannot lie to him. He'll be more upset if you kept it a secret from him so it's best that you're just honest with him.

Speaking of the devil, a happy looking Changbin walks into your shared apartment, a smile plastered on his lips as he walks towards you with a bounce in his step.

"Hello baby." He spoke cheerfully. You gave him a weak smile, standing up and taking a deep breath. Changbin furrowed his brows together, noticing something was wrong.

"Binnie… I have something to tell you."

"What is it, babe?"

"The promise ring." You close your eyes, swallowing thickly before looking at him as tears fall down your cheeks. "I lost it."

The colour drained from Changbin's face, anger slowly rising to the surface. He looks at your hands, noticing your ring finger bare. You bite your bottom lip nervously, watching Changbin look at you, then your finger and back at you again.

"How can you be so careless?!" He snaps. You jump in shock, eyes widening a little.

"I-"

"Do you know how much that cost me?!" Changbin cuts you off, hands flailing everywhere.

"I didn't lose it on purpose!"

"How am I supposed to know that?! I know you're misplace a lot of things y/n, but I at least thought you'd be a bit more careful with this!" You glare at him, the air around you both becoming thick with tensions and emotions.

"Do you really think I would lose something that's so precious to me Changbin?" You spat. Changbin shrugs his shoulders

"I dunno. Maybe. You seem to not care about it that much to lose it. I can't believe you can be this stupid!" Changbin ran his fingers through his hair, his words going straight to your heart, breaking it slowly.

"I. Didn't. Lose. It!! It got fucking stolen when I went for my massage!" You scream, face heating up. Changbin looks at you, his anger slowly subsiding.

"Wait, it got stolen?" His voice was much calmer but you, on the other hand, wasn't.

"I can't believe you would think so little of me! You really believed I would be as careless as to lose something that's so precious to me!" Hot tears streaming down your cheeks. Changbin walks towards you, arms extended out for a hug. You take a step back, hastily wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand.

"y/n, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking…"

"Of course you fucking wasn't. I mean, why would you, huh? Clearly the ring meant that much to you because you wouldn't have said all that shit to me. It hurts Changbin! it hurts to think that the man I love thought that about me."

"Darling, i-" You hold your hand up, cutting him off as you sniff.

"Save it. I don't want to hear your lame excuse. I'm going to stay at a friend's for a few days, give you a chance to cool off and possibly rethink your opinions about me because clearly you need to, Seo Changbin." You spoke, words laced with venom which made Changbin which a little.

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It has been a few days since your bust up with changbin. Your ring never got found even though you reported it to the police and made the massage parlor know that something got stolen. You decided to give up hope on it being returned to you, you wouldn't be surprised if whoever stole it resold it for cheap.

Changbin had been calling and texting you non-stop, which you ignored. You need him to learn his lesson in that he cannot go around saying whatever he pleases about you. He needed to learn that words hurt.

A ring of the doorbell was brought to your attention. Standing from the couch, you walk towards it, peeping through the peephole. You sigh softly, opening the door.

"Hi.." Changbin whispers, a small, sad smile on his face. You look at him, not saying a single word. "Can we talk?"

You step to the side to allow him in, closing the door behind him. You walked to the living area with Changbin trailing behind you like a child that just got into serious trouble from their parents.

"What do you want?" You ask, words holding no emotions. Changbin held up a single rose, to which you rolled your eyes. Not wanting to give up, he places the rose on the coffee table before approaching you.

"Princess, I'm so deeply sorry.." You hum, keeping your arms folded.

"Sorry for what?" You want to see if he had learnt his lesson and that he wasn't just saying sorry for the sake of it.

"Sorry for assuming. Sorry for judging you. I don't think that about you at all! I just –" A deep sigh left his lips, hands running through his curls. "I saw red and once the words came out, I couldn't stop them. No matter how bad it sounded."

"It hurts me Changbin. I thought you love me." You unfolded your arms allowing Changbin to gently hold your hand.

"I do! I love you so much! You're the most precious and beautiful woman on this planet y/n! I cannot live without you. These past days have been hell for me…" Tears fill up his eyes, making them glossy. You couldn't help but feel for him, your heart breaking as you watched them fall down his cheeks.

"Please forgive me, y/n… I understand now that it's all just material things and I don't care about that. What I care about is you. You're all that matters to me and I cannot live without you in my life. My life is meaningless without you, princess…"

"Binnie…" You whimper, stroking away his tears. He leans into the palm of your hand, kissing it gently.

"Come home, y/n. I need you so much and I swear! This will never happen again. I promise you I will be more thoughtful in the things I say!"

You gently peck his lips, heart thumping against your rib cage. You can't deny that you have also missed Changbin. He is your life and soul and you have never been apart for this long before. It's been killing you just as much as it has killed him. You had to be strong though for him to learn.

Good things come to those who wait.

"Promise?" You whisper against his lips.

"Cross my heart."

tags: @chaneomma | @purple-belle

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anniemika · 3 years ago

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Heeey, so like about dilf!Eren, can you give some headcanons for Eren as a dad and a husband? Your Mother’s Day fic was so gooood and he’s all I can think about💕💕 Oh also how he is when you’re pregnant

This got me all emotional while I was writing it lol ignore me, period hormones, anyways I’ve already written about how he is when you’re pregnant, so I’ll just insert that here. So let’s see

he’d be such help when your kids are still very little, he’d change diapers in the middle of the night, get up to feed them, try his best to take the load off your shoulders

if they walk or say their first word without him being there, he’d literally never get over it and be so sad his eyes would get teary:(((

but if he is, he’ll go completely insane, like he’d be so happy he probably wouldn’t go to sleep for a couple of nights, he’d just be right there next to his kid, waiting for another word to come out (praying it would be dada)

he’d be the type of dad that would go to all his kid’s recitals or even practices when he has the time

he’d be cheering in the crowd and get mad like a little kid if his children are losing at something

even if he is a bit disappointed (because of his ambitious nature), he won’t let them see it but will motivate them when they’re feeling down

would be an ambitious dad overall, even competitive with other dads (insert Jean)

would teach them from a very early age to ride a bike, ski, swim, basically encourage them to be active

he’d love playing with them so much, he would spend hours doing just that and forget everything else that’s happening in the world around him

would absolutely play dolls with his daughter (I just remembered how he played dolls with Mikasa agshdmldxm)

would bribe them for sure when he does something he’s not supposed to (break your favorite vase, conjure a small fire after an attempt at cooking smth he knows he can’t, etc.)

would ask you to teach him how to braid your daughter’s hair, or just teach him basic kid hairstyles so if you’re not around he’d be able to do them

same with his son, he’d be the one to do his haircuts and he’d get straight up offended if you even suggest a hairdresser

would teach them how to play video games and would pout so hard when they become better and start beating him

would make those cute breakfasts with the Mickey Mouse pancakes and fruits decorated as little smiling faces

he’d be such a caring husband, he would make breakfast for you with the kids on your birthday or Mother’s Day, he’d spend time doing handmade cards with them, then go buy you flowers and chocolates and just spoil you rotten

same goes for his kids, he’d make every birthday sooo special, dressing up as their favourite cartoon characters and dressing up as Santa for Christmas

just an all-around really involved dad that spends time with you and them as much as possible, but sometimes maybe not the best influence

you might catch your kids saying some questionable phrases and words because of him

it’d be so funny, he’d accidentally slip a “shit” or a “fuck” and you’d see the blood drain out of his face when he realizes, so he’d try his best to correct himself, saying “shoot” or “fudge” but it’d be too late

could get quite stern and impatient sometimes, it’s part of his personality after all

but he loves his kids so much, he couldn’t possibly stay mad at them for long, and if he accidentally shouts if things escalate (which would happen very rarely), he’d feel like total shit afterwards

would crawl in his kids’ beds and hug them so tightly, whispering that he’s sorry he’s yelled

cause he’s just an emotional guy with an enormous heart after all<3

#my baby Eren #he deserved this and much more in canon #but oh well #he'd be the hottest dad tho #that's for damn sure #eren jaeger #eren headcanons #eren jaeger headcanons #eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger fluff #eren fluff #dilf eren

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thesleepy1 · 2 years ago

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One Djinn's Answer

A/N: @estrogen on AO3 and @suomi932654 on Tumblr wanted another part to One Dijnn Wish. They fell in love with Amelia just as much as I did. I’m sorry it took so long for this fic to get out. I’m trying to learn how to accept that I’m writing for the fun of it. Not out of obligation. I do this for fun, not as a job. I just have to get that inside of my little ol’ noggin. I could call it quits any day and feel no guilt because I don’t owe anyone anything. (I also wrote this fic listening to sad Taylor Swift songs so you have that to blame for the outcome of this fic)

Pairings: Eskel x Mom/Healer!Reader

Summary: After a long year on the Path on his own, Eskel is supposed to return to you for the winter. The thing is he’s late. Or not coming at all. You regret putting your trust in someone despite all the signs telling you not too. The worst part is Amelia is still sitting by the door waiting for the day he comes home.

Or, “honestly i am here for the father-daughter bonding so maybe something like spending time with the reader and adjusting to the role as a father and just that good domestic fluff :] or maybe something like eskel doing his best to prove that he’s not going to up and leave bc i would imagine the reader would still have some doubts as to whether he really meant what he said or not but honestly these are just my ideas!

i immediately pictured amelia stealing the reader’s things and then giving them back as a birthday present like something off extreme cheapskates 😭 and no worries! if you don’t make one, that’s totally okay whatever you pump out next will be an absolute masterpiece i’m 100% certain and you can’t change my mind 😤😤 if you ever need a beta reader or smth hmu

i’m sure she could pick pocket from strangers, get caught, and they’d probably give her an extra few just because she’s cute like this girl really has a shot as a criminal and i am here for it ✊😤 do what i cannot because unfortunately i am not 6 and laws on planet earth forbid me from stealing from others and no problem!”

Word count: 7,149

Warnings: miscommunication, angst, hurt/comfort,

Part 1

It should have been simple. After Amelia had claimed Eskel for a father, you struck a deal with the witcher. He would spend the year on the path as he had always done. But during the winter, instead of heading up to the Keep, he would spend the winter with you and Amelia. This conclusion was not an easy one to come to. On one hand, you felt guilty that you would be taking Eskel from his Keep. On the other hand, you thought it was unfair that he spend nine whole months away from Amelia.

From you.

Guilt, nervous, and admittedly fear clung to your skin when you bid Eskel farewell for the year. Amelia hid her emotions poorly. She outright cried at the prospect that Eskel would be leaving. It took much reassurance on your part and many comforting hugs on Eskel’s for her to allow him to go. “I’ll be back in the winter,” Eskel had said with a lump in his throat. Unbeknownst to you until that moment, Eskel felt just as many conflicting emotions at having to leave his loves. “I promise.”

*****

The first few days Eskel was gone, Amelia would not speak to you. You were not sure if it was because she blamed you for Eskel’s leaving or she needed time on her own. You would leave for the village during the day as you’ve always done. Amelia would be left home alone with strict instructions to keep herself fed and safe. When you returned with sore feet and an empty basket, she would be out in the fields behind your house.

Your own mind fought with yourself. You never knew whether to approach her or give her time to mull over her own thoughts. She would seek you out if she needed you. However, what if she did not admit to herself that she wanted you? To push forward or to wait behind. You were glad you were not a fisher or a hunter. A healer’s profession was much more straightforward.

“Ma?” Amelia called for you a week after Eskel had left for the Path.

You paused in your potion fixing. The herbs could be crushed at a later time. Turning, you wiped your hands clean with a linen cloth and placed it on your work table. Amelia stood before you. Her year old boots were caked with field mud as always. Her dark, disorderly hair stabbed at her big molten brown eyes. She peered up at you through her fawnish eyelashes. She had grown so much in the past few months but she was still your baby.

“Yes, darling?” you replied, giving her your full attention.

“When…” She glanced down at her boots, hands fisted in the skirt of her dress. None of her clothes ever stayed clean for long. “When is Da coming back? Is he coming back?”

You could not help but kneel then. Your knees found purchase on your floorboards, your arms outstretched for your daughter’s comfort. “Oh, come here,” you urged softly. Amelia ran into your arms as fast as her little legs could carry her. The only reason you did not fall back backwards was because of your sturdy wood table. Your arms went around Amelia’s small frame, hands brushing back her unruly hair so you could see her face clearly. “We agreed he’ll be back in winter. He has to work during the year, darling.”

“How long is it until winter?” she whined into your chest, breathes coming in heaves. Her little fists grabbed hold on your tunic, tugging on the fabric hard enough to rip. “I want Da back. I-I miss him.”

You kissed the crown of her head, breathing in the scent of wheat, flax, and rice. Your hand went down to her back to rub in circles. With one quick lift with your free hand, she sat on your lap with her face tucked into your chest. “I miss him too,” you admitted for the first time in days. “I wish he was here every day, but I can’t ask him to give up what he loves.” You gently pushed Amelia back so she could look at you. Her brown cheeks still had the remnants of baby fat, doughy and tear stained.

Unable to help yourself, you brushed away her tears with your thumb. She shook your hand away like you knew she would. “Think about it this way. You would not like giving up your trips to the village would you?” Amelia hesitated but nodded her agreement. “Da wouldn’t like giving up his work and I won’t make him. It would be very mean and unfair of me to ask that of him, wouldn’t it.”

“I guess,” Amelia shrugged before returning to her place on your chest. She laid her head over where your heart would rest. “I still miss Da, though.”

“And you have every right to. Winter will be here before you know it.” You kissed her again before she could complain that she was too old for such affection. “He did promise after all.”

*****

Winter came slowly that year. It took a while for the seasons to change. It was days until the harsh winds of autumn turned into the snowfall of winter. Harvest season came and went without much hassle. Amelia assisted in the village with you during that time. She was quick on her feet running little errands whenever the need arose.

During the day when the drooping sun decided to show itself, you would walk with Amelia bundled from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. The extra layers and lowering temperatures did not seem to make her falter. If anything, it seemed to invigorate her. She knew what the first snowfall of the season meant. Amelia had been waiting months for it.

When night came after a day of tending to the village, Amelia was always insistent about returning home. She did not have much empathy for the sick postmaster who needed someone by his side or the nun with trouble sleeping at night. Amelia did not care for the messengers who struggled with delivering letters and worrying about their superior. Nor did she pay much mind to the grumpy nun who needed sleep like frogs needed water. Amelia wanted to go home once the sun set.

“What if Da’s returned and didn’t see us? What if he thought we left him?” Amelia urged, your basket already in hand. “He would be heartbroken, Ma. Heartbroken.” Your patients were typically charmed by Amelia’s ability to speak unabatingly but the nun had not had a wink of sleep in several days. “He might be home already!”

“Amelia,” you stated firmly, hands trying to placate the irritated nun. “If you are unwilling to help then you may wait outside.”

“Could I run home first? I promise to be careful.”

“When the sun has already set? Da would be terribly cross with me if I allowed that,” you tried to reason with your six, almost seven year old daughter. “He worries for your safety just as much as I do. You wouldn’t want him cross with you, do you, darling?”

That was the final hit on the nail’s head. Amelia sat fidgeting, yet patient by the door until you were finished. An hour passed but she waited just as you had asked. When you were done, giving the nun a sleeping draught that would not interfere with her existing mediation, Amelia grabbed your hand and pulled you through the door.

She ran ahead of you, making sure to stay where you could still see her as were the terms. Her footfalls on snow covered ground were music to your ears. You had kept it to yourself, but anticipation curled in your stomach like a night of drinking strong mead. You ached for Eskel’s safe return as much as your daughter did. It was not easy caring for Amelia over the months when you had gotten used to Eskel’s help. His gentle reassurances and strong, yet comforting touches kept you going on the most stressful of days.

Amelia reached home before you did. You had, foolishly, expected a horse to be tied to a fencepost and a witcher to be at your door front. All you were met with was a lone, small child on a cold stone pathway. She appeared so minuscule on the path that her biological father had helped build. He too was unable to keep his promises, honeyed words nothing but fantastical lies.

“Do you think he went to the village to look for us?” She shifted on her heel as if to make a run for the village. You grabbed a hold of her shoulder before she could make the sprint. Regretfully, you urged her into the fireless, dark house. “Maybe he’s running late. Da’ll be here soon, right? Let's keep the door unlocked for him.”

“Come, Amelia.”

“I’m good at finding liars, Ma. He promised he’ll be back at winter.”

You would regret saying it for days. You would wish with everything that you had to take back your words. “Your ability must have worn over time. You’re almost old enough to realize what’s fantasy and what’s reality.”

*****

Amelia waited by the door. She wanted to wait outside so that Eskel would know they were home, but to that you would not yield to. She sat herself in front of the door with her hands clenched around her toys. The fish and doll that Eskel had fixed for her. You had never seen her so still, so patient for something that would never arrive. She spent the whole night there, refused dinner, and fought with you about sleep. She had been worse than the nun.

The next day was the same. Waiting. Sat on the floor with her toys and her eyes set on the door. She shook her head to your offer of going to the village. Ignored your repeated words of faith and trust and the worst place to put them. Her stubbornness was as unfaltering as her strides while sprinting.

She was there by the door when you returned that night. The fire had gone out untouched and the cooking pot was as clean as you had left it that night after supper. Her determination was still fiery despite all the signs. Amelia would not listen to your words, she would not head to the warnings. She merely waited by the door. Day…after day.

“Amelia, please eat,” you pleaded with her. Knees on the floor once more, you sat with a plate of roasted carrots, beef, and collard greens to your side.

“He’s coming.”

“Please, Amelia. You haven’t eaten all day. I’m worried about you.”

“He’s coming…right?” There. That moment of doubt. Her gaze left the door for the first time in ages. Her will had been strong. Stronger than yours ever was. But she was not dumb. Foolish perhaps, as all children and heart stricken fools were, but never dumb. She, like you, will merely have to face the truth sometime.

“You’re awfully good at finding liars,” you began, setting your spoon down on your plate. You addressed Amelia, your sweet, little girl. “You’ll know what you want to hear would be a lie.”

“Is—is it because of me? Is he not coming because of me?”

You pulled her close to you on the floor. You heard her bones pop at the moment from disuse. “Why would you think that? What could possibly possess you to think it's your fault?” Your hand went to her back as you felt the telltale uneven breaths. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“I have…I’ve done something bad. That’s why, Eskel—” Not Da. “Doesn’t want to come back to us. To me...” She cried, though it was not the right word, felt the most immense pain imaginable was a tad closer. “I-I stole this from him.” Amelia pulled out a metal spike that had been hidden in the twine of her doll. The doll she held close and embraced at night. At first, you did not know what she had in her hand. Then the metal glinted off the light of the fireplace and you suddenly recognized it as a spike from Eskel’s tunic.

“I’m really sorry, Ma,” Amelia sobbed, words so slurred you could hardly make them out. Dark bags circled her eyes from nights she stayed awake waiting. “I only wanted a part of him. I-I never meant to make him not want to come back to you. I’m sorry I ruined everything.”

You tucked her into the crook of your neck as Eskel had done all those months ago. The weight on her was heavy in your arms but you held her regardless. Amelia clutched at you as she had done her toys, nails digging into your skin, hand unwilling to let go. “No, no, darling. You haven’t ruined anything. None of this is your fault. You did something any child would. Only a monster would find fault with what you did.”

“I wanted him as a Da so bad, but he doesn’t want me as a daughter.”

*****

Amelia cried for hours before she was too exhausted to continue. Your knees ached and your muscles screamed for you to move but you did not dare stop Amelia from letting out her emotions. You stayed on the floor with her in your arms until her sobs stopped. Even then you waited for her to fall asleep before daring to move. Her arms went lax and her breaths evened out.

You carried her to bed and pulled the covers over her so she was nice and snug. It was the least that you could do. This small bit of comfort for the days to come. You still remembered what it felt like when her biological father had left. This was going to feel a hundred times worse. Amelia remembered Eskel unlike her biological father. Eskel was a good man unlike the other. You hardly expected this pain to go away the next morning. It would linger for ages to come. You could only hope you were strong enough to help Amelia through it.

*****

With the morning came a snow storm that forced you to stay home. Amelia slept with minimal stirring. The fire roared, flames making the logs crackle. Furs and blankets were piled high on beds. Stores of cheese and cocoa powder were brought out for hot chocolate when Amelia woke. Until then, you went about tidying your home. Anything to keep you busy until Amelia emerged and another conversation was needed.

Despite the snow coming down hard, window panes completely frosted over, a weighted knock sounded at the door. Your broom was quickly put away in case there was a patient you needed to tend to. Years ago, Petros, a little boy in the village that Amelia would play with, fell terribly ill in the first days of winter. His poor mother had braved the cold to come calling for aid. You would rather not make the woman wait, swinging the door open.

Eskel stood in front of you.

His shoulders were hunched over to protect the rest of his body from the winds. His bags were swung over his back, his sword a gray rod of ice. He looked at you as if you were a crackling bonfire in the middle of a freezing mountain range. There was hope, and more importantly guilt and worry in his amber eyes. He stood alone on the cold stone pathway. He appeared minuscule in the snowfall.

“I’m sorry.” Amelia’s ability to find liars must have come from her biological father because you almost believed Eskel. “I do not deserve your forgiveness but please, I beg of you, know that I am sorry.”

Neither of you spoke for a moment. The rush of snow, dusts, and whatever else the snow carried covered you both in a fine layer of grayish white. Your body ached to shiver from the cold but you did not want Eskel to see even an ounce of weakness from you. The fire hissed and popped, the wind carrying inside of your home.

“Do you realize the damage that you have done?”

Eskel looked down, eyes brimming with sorrow. He did not shiver from the cold. His witcher mutagens would allow him to stand in the storm for hours. You were tempted to send him away without another word, force him to trudge away with his tail tucked between his legs. You did not like the sight of him there, but alas, some part of your heart urged you to speak to him.

“I could only imagine but I will never begin to fathom.”

“She waited for you for days.” I waited for you. “Day in and day out she waited by the door, Eskel. She didn’t eat, didn’t move from her place on the floor. All because she was waiting for the day you would stumble through the door.” You clenched your hands into fists until your nails dug into your palm. You could feel the sting of pain when you drew blood. You knew Eskel could smell it. The furrow of his brow and his hesitant step forward was telling.

“I promise you, I did everything in my power to be here on time,” his voice came in rough rumbles. It took a moment for you to realize he was on the verge of crying. “My horse was stolen. My trek here was on foot.” He sucked in a shallow breath, body trembling with the action. “I sent word that I would be late. I’m sorry that I am.”

“Sent word?” you asked, flabbergasted at his words, at his person. “I don’t want your flimsy excuses. I don’t want your sugar coated apologies. I am the one who has to deal with the aftermath of your actions while you can up and leave any time you want.” You sneered at him. He might have been a witcher but the look on your face was enough to scare anyone. The wind howled in your aid.

“I’m so, so sorry, my dear. Truly I am. Please give me the chance to—”

You cut off his words with a hand. Out of the storm a lone figure approached your home. You could see them at the fence posts, a figure who moved with haste. Eskel peered at them and stepped to the side of the path, having deemed them innocent. You recognized the figure then, close yet still coated with snow. He was one of the postmaster’s messengers.

“I apologize for the delay, Healer,” the messenger, Szczepan said while trying to catch his breath. Despite the cold, sweat formed on his brow from his run. “The message was marked urgent but I couldn’t get it to you what with the postmaster being sick. Thank you again for saving him.” Szczepan smiled with missing teeth and handed you a small, cloth wrapped note. “Good day, Healer. Try to stay warm,” he jested, waving you farewell and nodding politely to Eskel as he left.

You watched Szczepan leave. Ignoring Eskel, you opened the cloth wrapped message. You may not have seen the writing often but even you could recognize who it belonged to. It was short, sweet, and to the point. It, unfortunately to your terrifying act, made tears form at the corner of your eyes. You allowed your body to shiver from the cold, from the note in your hand.

Dear Loves,

I’m so sorry but I will not be able to make it on the first day of winter. I got into some trouble with some bandits. I no longer have my horse. I will be making the rest of the trip on foot, but know that I am coming. Please wait for me. I should be there in a week’s time. Know that I am not there with you right now because of something outside of my control. If I had it my way I would already be home with you two. I love you two dearly.

Please wait for Da, Amelia.

You looked up at Eskel. His gaze was no longer on the frozen ground. He looked at you with the same, desperate, warm seeking eyes. Wiping the stray water from your eyes, you tried your hand at firmness. Your eyes harden on the missing spike on his tunic. Eventually you landed on his amber eyes. “How do you expect me to console Amelia still? This delay, this letter doesn’t fix the fact that she waited for you for days. Did you really think you could appear from thin air and expect her to forgive you so easily? She’s almost seven, Eskel. Instead of spending the days leading up to her birthday spending time with her Da, she spent them blaming herself for you not coming.”

“Please give me the chance to remedy my mistakes. I honestly tried to be here in time. Let me speak to her.” He took a step closer. You allowed him to because you were helplessly a bleeding heart. “Let me prove to you that this was a one time mistake. I wouldn’t abandon you and Amelia.”

You held the note tightly, a deep sigh leaving your lungs. “I’m not the one you should be begging for forgiveness, Eskel. We both know how stubborn Amelia is. She won’t be happy with you.” You could pinpoint the moment where Eskel’s eyes hardened with determination. It was a similar expression to the one Amelia wore waiting for him. “Know that it will take time for her to trust you again.”

“I understand—.”

You were rudely shoved to the side as a quick body push passed you to run and jump into Eskel’s arms. Despite his heightened senses, you could tell that he was not expecting the small body that was suddenly clinging onto him like a lifeline. His arms immediately went around her so as to not drop her, to not cause her anymore unnecessary pain.

“Da! You’re home. You’re home!” Amelia squealed, a smile painted across her face. The few in days. She shivered at the snowstorm but refused to let go of Eskel. Of her Da.

“I’m home, Amelia,” Eskel cried, tears streaming down his scarred face. “I’m so sorry I was late. I tried to send word but I’m sorry you did not get it in time. Please forgive me for not being here like I said I would,” the great, intimidating witcher begged for the mercy of an almost seven year old.

“I’m not sorry that you’re here.” Amelia pushed back from Eskel so she could look at him. Even from a distance you could feel the scrutinizing look that Amelia gave the witcher. She took note of all of his new scars, at the frost burn on his skin, the purplish mark near his brow. You knew she thought he looked incredible. “I’m not sorry that you’re late either. You’re here. My Da’s home because he loves us.”

“I love you both so much.”

*****

While you were still unsure about Eskel, Amelia had no such qualms. She was wholly and truly glad that her Da was home. The two were sewn together at the hips with the loose ends tied with a pretty knot. Where Eskel went, one could expect to see Amelia not far away. You pushed down the pang of jealousy only because you had Amelia’s attention the rest of the year. You could put up with three months of Amelia’s attention on Eskel.

Hopefully.

“Can I open it now?” Amelia begged for the nth time that day. The box wrapped with parchment and ribbon was clenched tightly in her hands. It was no bigger than the size of her head but she acted as if it contained a dragon’s hoard. Amelia pleaded with Eskel with big, joyous eyes. Her lips were curved with a big pout. You knew that it took everything within Eskel not to give in. You knew that if it had been you, you would have given in the moment her lips began to quiver.

“Not until after dinner,” Eskel replied, playfully teasing her hair.

“Da! That’s ages away. Can I just please open it now? It is my birthday.”

Eskel kneeled down so he was level with Amelia. His expression was free of irritation or annoyance at Amelia’s constant begging. There was just amusement at the antics of his daughter. At this point, that was what Amelia was. Eskel’s daughter just as much as your own. If the way she looked at him didn’t give it away, it was the way he peered at her little brown eyes. “Don’t you want any honey cake? We spent all morning on it. Won’t you like to give it a try first?”

“Before dinner?” Amelia asked, side eyeing Eskel as if she did not care of his answer. You hid a chuckle in the sleeve of your—Eskel’s tunic—because she was fooling no one.

“After,” Eskel stated, assertively.

“Ma?”

“After,” you echoed, trying to hide your grin at her defeated expression. She graciously returned the box wrapped with parchment to Eskel’s hand with a lowered head.

“Can I at least know what’s in there?”

This time Eskel did not even attempt to hide the laughter that burst from deep within his chest. His laugh was contagious, a booming sound that would catch anyone’s attention. His scars stretched as a grin overtook his face. “That would defeat the purpose of it being wrapped, wouldn’t it?”

*****

It was a complete coincidence that yours and Amelia’s birthdays were both in winter. Amelia’s was near the beginning and yours was at the end of the first month. You were not as excited about your birthday as the now seven year old was. Your birthdays were always just another day, another reminder that a year had gone by.

Amelia on the other hand had been ecstatic. Spending her birthday with Eskel was perhaps the best in her life. He had gifted her two handcrafted, Oxenfurtian dolls that must have cost him a fortune. One was of a silver wolf with the softest fur you had ever felt and the prettiest tail. The other was of a little goat with brown markings on her face and little horns. Eskel had explained he asked the dollmaker to make the horns out of velvet so Amelia would not hurt herself.

You had gifted her a pair of new boots and a dress you had sewn, but it was clear which she favorited.

“What kind of cake would you prefer for your birthday?” Eskel asked you the morning of yours. The dusty, decrepit cookbook of yours was placed in front of the witcher. You had not personally touched the thing in years, but it still somehow managed to have loose pages. He turned the pages with the tips of his rough fingers, his callouses getting caught on the edges. “Honey cake seems to be Amelia’s favorite, but Sernik might be good with the cheese from the market.”

“What are you doing Eskel?” you asked the witcher with an apron on. You were not so similarly dressed in your winter coat, skirts, extra layers, and boots. For some reason you weren’t able to find your fur lined gloves and you had looked everywhere for them. Your healer’s basket hung on the crook of your arm filled with medicine for the village and an extra coat. Eskel on the other hand had barely tied his tunic that morning. You could see his dark chest hair sticking out of the opening on his torso.

“Making a cake for your birthday.”

You narrowed your eyes in slight confusion. He must have recognized the look because he quickly went on, “Would you rather I make a different pastry? Amelia said you didn’t mind cake, but that could have been a ploy for her to get more.” Eskel chuckled, gently turning yet another page. “I could try my hand at pączki if you’d prefer.”

“But why?” you asked honestly.

“A little selfish on my part but I quite like pączki. I’ve never made them before but my father used to make them when I was younger.” Eskel shrugged, “I thought perhaps you might like them as well.”

“Not the pączki, Eskel,” you rolled your eyes, setting down your basket to approach the monster hunter. “Why are you going through the trouble for this? It's just another day.”

“It’s not just another day. It’s the day you were born and we should celebrate the fact that you’re here and alive.” Eskel stepped away from the cookbook with a fraying spine. He took your face in his large hands. You let him, curious to see what sweet words left his tongue. “I want to honor one of the strongest, bravest, and most compassionate people I know. I’ve known many people in my life but none as unwavering as you.”

“Must I wait till dinner to open my presents as well?” you teased, brushing away the wetness at your eyes. Eskel seemed to take you in for a moment longer than necessary. Your heart beated quickly and he must have been taking note of it.

“After cake. Or pączki. If you don’t decide on something, we’ll have to settle for krupnik.” You laughed at Eskel’s mock exasperation. The sound was more common now that Eskel had come back. The thought should have been unnerving but you could not bring yourself to care. You found yourself chuckling more.

“Pączki. Please.” You laid a hand over the one on your cheek. Your hand was miniscule in comparison to Eskel’s but it seemed to bring warmth all the same. His scarred face heated with the faintest of blushes. You leaned forward and pressed a hesitant kiss to his cheek, the side with rigid, uneven scars. “I’m sure Amelia would love to try them.”

“Try what?” came Amelia’s voice from behind you. “What are you making Da?” You turned, not stepping away from Eskel to see your daughter rubbing the sleep from her eyes. With winter came longer, colder nights and more sleep. Amelia still wore her nightdress, the blanket from her bed draped over her shoulders.

“Good morning, Amelia,” Eskel greeted with a smile. Just as hesitantly, he wrapped an arm around your waist. His hand did not stray, it merely settled where he placed it. I’m making Pączki for your Ma’s birthday. Would you like to help me?”

Amelia’s eyes lit up like a fireplace. A mirrored smile painted Amelia’s face and she raced back to her bedroom. She returned as quickly as she had left. In her little hands was a wad of clothes. She happily held them up to you, urging you to…unravel it to find what was inside. “Happy birthday, Ma!”

Eskel watched over your shoulder as you slowly made work of the wad of clothes. Amelia really did not want anyone to know what was inside. A big knot in the middle of the work required an extra set of hands that Eskel was more than happy to provide. Eventually, the knot was dealt with and your present was revealed.

It was the fur lined gloves you spent an unholy amount of time trying to look for.

“I was wondering why you were going out without them,” Eskel smirked, a smug laugh in his tone in response to your side-eye.

*****

Amelia held Eskel’s hand in the marketplace. The spike on Eskel’s armor was returned to its proper place with many reassuring words and quite a few warm hugs. Amelia was inseparable from her gifts from Eskel. It took much pleading from both you and Eskel for her to leave wolf and goat at home while the three of you went out to run errands.

In actuality, you needed to go to the marketplace for supplies but Eskel had wanted to tag along. If Eskel was going somewhere, Amelia wanted to follow. That was how the three of you ended up in the middle of the bustling market. Some traders from the neighboring city were visiting and the whole town was out to see what goods they could bargain for. You, yourself could not miss the opportunity to get your hands on rarities.

“I hope I don’t have to remind you two to be careful,” you said to the father and daughter, hand in hand. Amelia looked up at you with the most innocent face she could muster. You knew better. “I have errands I must run and I am trusting you to stay out of trouble while I am busy. Have we come to an understanding?” This was directed at the pair but your eyes were locked onto Eskel’s. He gave you a soft smile and lightly squeezed Amelia’s hand.

“No trouble, ma’am,” he said in mock formality. His smile made the cleft in his lip stretch. Internally you scolded yourself for how much you wished to kiss it. You were in public for saint’s sake.

“Amelia?”

“No trouble, ma’am,” Amelia echoed.

*****

“Da, Da!” Amelia beckoned to Eskel, a finger pointed at the stand with steaming pastries with berry fillings. It was difficult to see her through the swarm of people passing but Eskel’s heightened senses could pick out the sound of her voice anywhere. His large body also helped with wading through the throng of townsfolk.

“Can we please get some?” She bounced up and down with excitement, grinning at the ones with a lemon custard filling. The patreis seemed to have her name written all over them.

The man behind the stand smiled down at Amelia’s eagerness. His long dark hair was tightly braided and wrapped with a cloth embroidered with lilies and lilacs. He was already wrapping a couple pastries with beeswax paper before Eskel even made it to the stand. “How much for the two?” Eskel asked with what he hoped was a friendly expression. There was little he could do about the appearance of his face.

“For your little girl? Free of charge. Just make sure she doesn’t eat them both too quickly or she’ll end up with a stomach ache.” The man handed the wrapped pastries to Amelia’s waiting hands.

“I can’t ask that of you.” Eskel reached into his pouch to pull out a few coins but they were immediately rejected.

“I have two of my own.” The man smiled at Amelia, whose face was already coated with jam filling. The red of the raspberry jam made her appear like a rabid beast digging into her kill. Eskel reached for the linen cloth you had made him pack just for this occasion. “I know how they can get when they haven’t had their morning pastries.” The man chuckled, grabbing a flask of water to wet Eskel’s cloth.

Eskel thanked him, grateful for the help. Once Amelia was relatively clean of any carnage, he tore a piece of flaky confection. The buttery layers melted in his mouth. The jam filling had just the right amount of lemon juice to cut through the sweetness. He had wanted to try the lemon custard one as well, but Amelia had taken care of it.

“Is it good?” Eskel asked, the beginning of a laugh in his mouth.

Amelia nodded through a mouthful of pastry. “Thank you, sir!” Amelia said to the vendor once she had finished chewing.

“Seeing how much you enjoyed my baked goods was payment enough. Thank you.”

Once Amelia had had her fill, she handed Eskel the beeswax paper and wandered with a promise to not go too far. Despite Amelia’s quick feet, Eskel had his heightened senses to keep an eye on things. He trusted her word. Amelia knew better to go off on her own in such a busy crowd.

“How old is she?” the vendor asked Eskel. He was also keeping an eye on Amelia. Eskel did not need to know the beat of his heart to know he was a father as well. The man’s hands were busy making sure his stand was clean but he always had sights on things around him. If Eskel had to bet, he’d say the man’s children were also running about.

“She just turned seven,” Eskel said with pride. “Yours?”

“My eldest is eight. Youngest will be five in a month.”

“I know she’s barely turned seven, but I can’t help but feel like she’s going up so fast,” Eskel admitted honestly. “I still remember when she was just six and playing in the rice fields.”

The vendor chuckled, a laugh that came from somewhere deep and old. “If I had a coin for every time I heard that.” He gave Eskel a knowing look. “They just can’t help it. One day they’re learning how to walk and the next they’re already helping you at the market. Before you know it, they’re off to start their own life.”

The fear must have been evident on Eskel’s face because the vendor’s expression softened. “They might be growing quickly but that doesn’t mean they’ll immediately forget you. Sure, they might have new interests the older they get. Some good interests, some not so much.” The vendor shrugged. “Yet they always remember you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“My brother had a little boy a decade or two ago. He was always busy with work, now with another mouth to feed he wasn’t home very often. I had to spend the majority of my nephew’s life caring for him. Then my brother got a new job that paid a hell of a lot better. He was home more often, more involved with his boy’s life.” The vendor’s hands stilled. “I always thought once the boy grew up, he’ll forget about me. Who cares about some uncle who's a baker when your father was a wealthy trader?” The man’s eyes lost their focus. A memory seemed to take him, regardless of Eskel’s presence. “But just the other day, my nephew came to visit. He has a family of his own. A kind husband and a farm all to himself. He came to thank me for what I did for him as a boy. Brought along goods from his farm, toys for the cousins, and enough stories to last me until his next visit.”

“Trust me when I say, they won’t forget you. As long as you do them well.”

Eskel did not realize a weight was on his shoulders until it was lifted. “Thank you,” was all he could think of to say. “Thank you.”

“No need.” The vendor brushed him off. “Us fathers have to stick together. Raising children is no laughing matter. It's better if we work to—”

Eskel’s head whipped around at the sound of Amelia’s abrupt stop. He had been keeping his ears opened, listening to the sound of her footsteps darting between stands. The pause in her dash had him taking long strides into the crowd. A handful of people bumped into him but once they saw the look in his eyes, they quickly darted out of his way. Soon, a path through the crowd was made for him.

Eskel listened hard and he listened close to find his daughter. The sound of her heartbeat was different from the rest. It was as familiar as his own. The quick flutter of it had his senses kicked into high gear. “I’m very sorry, ma’am.” The sound of her voice was distant but once Eskel heard it, there was nothing that could have stopped him from going to it.

Amelia was in a conversation with a well dressed woman. Two coins were in Amelia’s hands. Eskel could only guess how they ended up there. “You dropped these,” Amelia said with the most polite tone. The skip of her heart beat gave her away.

Eskel was about to step in when he saw the look on the woman’s face. “Oh my, thank you, dear,” the woman said with the biggest grin. “How sweet of you. I have quite a few coins to spare, why don’t you keep those?”

“Are you sure, ma’am. It would be very rude of me to take it. They’re yours,” Amelia thrusted her handful of coins back to the woman, urging her to take them back. Eskel did not know when Amelia had the time to become such a convincing liar. For all her talk about finding lairs, she was an expert at the craft herself. Eskel did not know whether to be impressed or disappointed.

“Oh gracious me, what saint did I please to have such a sweet girl such as you come to my aid?” The woman reached into her pouch of coins and pulled out a couple more. “Here, dear. Take these as a token of my gratitude.”

“But I couldn’t,” Amelia insisted, her expression of worry enough to convince Eskel.

“I must insist. Why don’t you go buy some sweets?” The woman turned away the hand of coins that Amelia offered. “Thank you again, dear. Have a wonderful day.”

The woman walked off just as Amelia spotted Eskel in the crowd. She at least had the decency to look sheepish at having been caught. “Hello, Da,” Amelia greeted with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes.

“Hello, Amelia,” Eskel greeted in turn, raising a brow in question. “Would you please care to explain what I just witnessed?”

“She said it was a token of gratitude.”

“Must I lecture you that stealing is immoral?”

Amelia looked down, the scent of shame soon filling the crowded streets. It was acidic to Eskel’s nose. The smell was one of Eskel’s least favorites. “Are you mad with me? A-are you going to leave?”

Eskel kneeled so he was at Amelia’s level. He did not care for the dusty streets or the crowd that kept bumping into him. “Not mad, no. I’m not going to leave either.” He sighed, placing a hand on Amelia’s shoulder. “I just thought you knew better than this.”

“Are you going to tell Ma?”

“What do you think?”

“Let’s make a deal,” Amelia tired instead. Eskel did not know where she got this trait from. “Don’t tell Ma and I’ll buy you a pastry.”

“Amelia.”

“...and I’ll stop…”

“Promise?”

She nodded.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” she echoed.

Eskel raised himself onto his feet. He held out his hand as Amelia tucked the coins into a pouch he did not notice was tied around her neck. Concern made his brow furrow. There was hardly any way of stopping Amelia once she had her mind set on something. She was much like her Ma in that way. Eskel could only hope she stayed safe while doing it. That usually meant he would have to teach her how to stay safe.

“I want the lemon custard one,” he said in place of the thoughts swimming in his mind.

“I’ll get you two.”

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andypantsx3 · 2 years ago

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another lil smth for u andie <3 i'm always captivated by how you write shouto, and hope i was able to capture the same thirsty vibes :)

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for as long as you’ve known shouto, he never cared much about how he dressed.

as if everything didn’t already compliment his good looks: the dipping ‘v’ of certain necklines, revealing the inviting indents of his clavicle; the way he’d roll jacket sleeves up his forearms, showing thick-corded muscle—it all looked good, no matter the effort he put in.

sometimes, though, you really think he’s out to get you.

(you can’t prove it, not exactly, but there are times when he moves deliberately: rolling his shoulders back just before resting his hands on the trim line of his hips, stretching out one leg before drawing it up in a slow—too languid to be casual—the muted scrape of his shoe catching your attention.

he’s never looking at you during these moments, but when your gaze brushes over his face—instinctively searching for eye-contact—you could have sworn once you saw his mouth twitch up.)

and hadn’t it just been your luck, then, that you were tasked with opening the door to him one particular october night, the rest of your friends busied with surprise decorations for a one kirishima eijirou’s birthday?

shouto’s broad frame fills the door, a gust of wind carrying the warm, tantalizing scent of his cologne—a fragrance that has you battling the urge to touch the strong swell of a shoulder or an angled jawline.

your brain short circuits when the door swings fully open; he’s wearing a comfortable, unbearably soft-looking, incredibly well-fitting sweater—snug around the solid curves of his biceps, the dips and planes of his torso, clinging to his waist.

(and you think his eyes narrow a fraction, too, seeing you there, frozen before him and dragging your gaze away from the exposed column of his throat to his face.)

so naturally, you open your mouth to compliment him.

“fuck you,” you blurt out, and smack your hand against the door on its path to cover your mouth—horrified. shouto’s eyes go wide. “no—i mean, don’t fuck you—sorry, that wasn’t—” blood hotter than his quirk rushes to your face, filling your ears with a furious buzzing. “sorry, i meant—glad you made it,” you heave, helplessly gesturing, back-peddling as fast as you can without actively running away.

rescue comes when midoriya and bakugo notice his arrival, the former offering a cheerful greeting, the latter barking out a rough, “‘bout fuckin’ time! you’re late, icy-hot!”

is it immoral of me to wish for a villain attack right about now? you think, ducking away from the immediate line of shouto’s gaze—drawn towards you like an unfortunate magnet as the nearest of your friends swarm him with greetings. is eijirou’s bathroom window big enough for me to climb through?

if you had a villain origin story, this would be it.

(and does it mortify you when, later that night—after kirishima’s arrival and the surprise party commences—shouto smiles at you over the rim of his drink, mismatched eyes mischievous and knowing?

well, no one but you and him had to know the answer for sure.)

OH MY GOD HOW DO U DO THIS??? THIS IS INCREDIBLE. THIS IS HIGH ART. THIS IS A MASTERPIECE!!!

First of all, you are SUCH a good writer. I know I have said it before but it needs reemphasizing. Literally cannot believe you drop my full on dream fics right into my ask box on anon. I want to smooch you. I want to hold your hand. I want to marry you.

This is so funny and you absolutely NAILED my holy trinity of fave fic elements: thirst, the idiocy, and secret little shit Shouto. I love the way you phrase things--"inviting indents of his clavicle", "the dips and planes of his torso"--you make it all so real and so solid. I could reach out and touch your Shouto (and god do I want to!! 😭😭)

Second of all, thank you so much. I complain all the time about how little Shouto fic there is out there for me, and then you come in like the benevolent bnha fic fairy and give me everything I have ever wanted. I actually cannot properly convey how much this means to me and how much I literally sink into your drabbles like I'm stepping into a warm bath. They are physical relief to read.

I love this. I love you. Thank you. 💕🥺

#ask andie #bnha fic recs #andie's faves #fic recs

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nethercomfies · 3 years ago

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Okay okay but consider a small story where Thoma's s/o tries to sort of gather the animals he feeds that really love him with little bows around their necks in Thoma's favourite colours to sorta surprise him for his bday but it goes wrong so when Thoma arrives at the designated spot his s/o is comically disheveled with twigs, mud and a few scratches on them.

Like. I'm just entertaining the idea rn. But I'm not good at writing Thoma yet so I can't write it for myself at least now. Or just. Any cutesy birthday fic for the beautiful sunshine boy.

- I'm feeling really shy bc I'm sharing this so I'll go on anon but *hint hint* I'm on your taglist and my @ starts with an e 😳

YOU HAVE A MASSIVE BRAIN MY FRIEND

I wanted to write smth for his birthday but couldn't decide, but this is perfect 👀👀

Characters: Thoma (featuring the Kamisato siblings)

Content: This is just pure fluff, gn!reader

Word count: 882

Taroumaru is the only well-behaved pet in all of Inazuma, you decide, as you desperately try to catch one of the stray cats to put a small red ribbon on it. They usually wait here outside of Komore teahouse in hopes of receiving treats and a few pats when Thoma comes around for a visit. You pout as the small animals slips from your grasp once again, this time hissing a little. Taroumaru sits on the porch next to you, gently butting his head against you in what can only be a demonstration of sympathy for you. He didn't even bat an eye when you replaced his usual headband with one of the ribbons you got. If only you were that lucky with the other animals as well. At least there's still time before Thoma arrives… He usually spends the mornings of his birthdays with the Kamisato siblings and for today you practically begged them to keep Thoma there for as long as possible so you could try to prepare everything.

"Come here", you desperately say to the white kitten that watches you with a curious gaze as you stretch your hand out to her. She's one of your favourites, occasionally taking naps on your lap when you tag along with Thoma. Surely, she wouldn't betray you like the others do, right?

She slowly draws closer, giving your hand a cautious sniff before rubbing her head against it. You give her a few pats, scratching her favourite spot behind her ear, before pulling her into your lap and carefully putting on the ribbon. For a moment it seems like she's okay with it, aside from a questioning look at your triumphant smile… Then, she begins playfully pawing at the ribbon's band, pulling off the whole thing in the process. You just sigh. Maybe it will be easier with the dogs?

You quickly learn you were gravely mistaken when the dogs decide that they really like this new game you're trying to play with them, turning it into a round of catch more than anything. This isn't made better by the fact that it had rained the entirety of yesterday, meaning that the ground is still muddy. By the time you sit back down in defeat, you're covered in mud and exhausted from running around.

For a brief moment you wonder if there’s still time to change into different clothes, but it’s then when you hear a familiar, shocked voice behind you. “Y/N, what happened to you? Are you okay?” You sigh. Of course he has to arrive now.

You turn around, switching your sour expression for a wide smile. “Hey, Thoma! I’m okay, don’t worry…” You consider hugging him, but that would only leave both of you muddy, wouldn’t it? Instead, you just grin up at him. “Happy birthday!”

His worried expression quickly fades, as he hugs you anyway (albeit a little more careful than usual.) Behind him, you catch a glimpse of the Kamisato siblings. Ayaka gives you an apologetic look and mouths a quick “sorry”, meanwhile Ayato is clearly trying to stifle his laughter, to which his sister (discreetly) elbows his ribs.

“Are you sure you’re fine?” She then asks, ignoring the massive grin on her brother’s face.

You nod. “I wanted to put ribbons on the animals Thoma likes to feed, but…” You helplessly mention at the small assembly of cats and (severely muddied) dogs who now innocently look up at you and Thoma.

Thoma laughs and leans down to pat them. “That’s so sweet of you… Don’t worry, it’s the idea that counts. Thank you.” You can’t help but sigh as all of a sudden the animals seem to have transformed into the sweetest little angels in Thoma’s presence. Not that you can blame them -- You, too, instantly feel calmer now that he’s there.

Your face lights up when you remember that your failed experiment isn’t the only thing you had for Thoma. “I actually have another present for you”, you say with a wide smile, “Let me get it for you!”

As he sees you heading for the teahouse’s entrance, Thoma quickly gets up to stop you. “Uhh… How about you… Let me get it… Or something?” He suggests, and you can’t help but notice the worried look at your muddy shoes. Ah right… He just wiped all the floors yesterday, didn’t he?

“But then it won’t be a surprise anymore”, you pout.

Ayaka then steps in. “Don’t worry, I’ll go get it!” With that, she disappears for a few minutes before returning with the bouquet of windwheel asters you got for Thoma. His face lights up when he sees them, looking just about ready to break into tears of joy.

“Oh, you really didn’t have to”, he says, but pulls you into another hug nonetheless, this time seemingly less cautious about any mud getting on him. You lean up to kiss his cheek with a smile.

“You told me how much you miss home, so I thought I’d at least get a small piece of Mondstadt here for you”, you explain, giving him another kiss.

He grabs the flowers and smells them, smile so bright that even the sun can’t compete. Seeing him this happy, you forget about all the trouble you previously went through.

#thoma #thoma fluff #thoma x reader #genshin impact #okay but I love the kamisato siblings here #ayato is a little shit and I love him #really ayaka is the adult in this family #chat: requests #about: anon

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kyovtani · 4 years ago

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𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 | 𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖

✗ pairing: kuroo tetsurou x female reader

✗ genre: smut, like just smut, lit nothing but smut; absolute filth but still classy so it's fílth anyway; established relationship!AU

✗ word count: 4.1k+

✗ warnings: swearing, heavy dumbification and degradation, mean/hard (to soft) dom!kuroo, DD/LG (d*ddy dom / little girl), mentions of jealousy and slight possessive behavior, orgasm denial, p*ssy slapping, some spanking, praising, ch*king, impregnation, some c*m play, car s*x, (a little bit of) cute aftercare

– A/N: Happiest Birthday to my fave scorpio boy in HQ!! This is an old fic of mine which I wrote about a year ago and as I thought about it, Kuroo does fit the concept really well and since I’m a little busy writing smth new, I thought why not reuse this big boy! I hope you guys enjoy this one and please feel free to leave feedback of any kind if you did!!

x all the love, zade.

✗ summary: your boyfriend is sweet, caring and oh so soft, so you decide it’s time to make him lose his composure...

It takes a lot to make Kuroo switch from his soft, caring demeanor to his hard dom persona because after everything, he remains a patient man.

He puts your pleasure above anything else; your body a temple for him to worship and take care of with every part of his being.

However, sometimes, no matter how much you love your sweet, loving boyfriend, you find yourself growing a little bored of his constant softness; your desires going further than just being choked and called kitten.

You want Kuroo to absolutely destroy you, to put it as simple as possible. The guttural desire to have him use you for his own pleasure, claim you in the most intimate ways possible and every now and then your body craves this certain type of pleasure; the one which lays pretty close to pure pain.

Led by your body’s deep desire, you find yourself seeking methods which might not be the morally right ones but at this point you struggle to care the slightest bit about morality.

You set Kuroo losing his composure as your goal, trying your very best without even overthinking the possible consequences and if that means that you have to let a random man flirt the living hell out of you right in front of your boyfriend (who happens to have slight possessive tendencies) during your weekly grocery shopping, then so be it.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Kuroo watches the blood boiling scene in front of him with his brows furrowed in pure anger; annoyance flooding his usually so soft and calm features and the more time passes, the angrier he gets.

However, Kuroo’s not a dom for nothing.

He keeps his cool, even lets you take the guy's number as he causally ignores the way that stupid fucker lookes at your ass like a fucking pervert, before the two of you eventually finish the shopping without Kuroo commenting on any of it.

At this point you’re just frustrated. Anger and irritation rush through your body at such a fast pace, you feel your head spinning the closer you get to the car and if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re currently in a public parking lot, you would have thrown a fit already.

Tired of Kuroo’s oblivion, you finally get yourself to gather every bit of composure you have left and turn around to just tell him about what the fuck you want when he suddenly pushes you against the car door, pressing his strong body into your back.

"What the fuck was that little scene supposed to be, hm, doll?", he hisses into your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck and just as usual you love the way his deep and almost unrecognizably raspy voice sends jolts of arousal through your whole body right into your core.

In an instant, you feel your cunt clenching in despair, drenching the fabric of your panties just like that and even though you’re very much aware of your surroundings, you can’t bring yourself to actually give a fuck.

"Good fuck dolls answer when they are being talked to", Kuroo grunts and pulls the lobe of your ear between his teeth, easily eliciting a sweet moan from you before he suddenly wraps his strong fingers around your throat. The cold metal of his rings builds the perfect contrast to the hotness of your skin and with another soft whine, you press your thighs together.

And then, as you gently throw your head back against his shoulder, Kuroo’s hand finds its way around your breast, quickly and incredibly harshly pinching your sensitive nipple between his fingertips to remind you of his – still unanswered – question.

"T-Tetsu, I just-", he doesn’t give you the opportunity to finish your sentence, casually tightening his grip around your throat and cutting off your air supply in one go.

"How the fuck dare you call me by my name right fucking now, you cockhrungy little slut?”, Kuroo’s voice is cold and distant; the anger and disappointment evident in every single one of his words and you can’t believe just how much your pussy starts spasming in response.

“You better address me correctly or last night was the last time you got to cum, did you fucking hear me?", he’s quick to add, the lack of oxygen in your body sending you even deeper into the beautiful haze of pleasure. You barely notice the way you start gasping gasping for air, your lids fluttering shut as you press your thighs even tighter together to get some kind of relief from the heavy pressure on your throbbing cunt.

"Y-Yes, Daddy", you whimper and push your forehead against the cold surface of the door, your body slowly but surely growing overwhelmed by the arousal heating you up.

And in the middle of it all, you’re still incredibly grateful for the lack of company due to the late time of the day because even though you enjoy this with every single pore in your body, you don’t want anyone else to see you like this.

Kuroo lets go of your throat, his hand wandering in between your legs and underneath the waistband of your shorts, just to suddenly cup your cunt. The feeling of his fingers pressing against the drenched fabric of your panties, his rough digits rubbing your needy clit makes you let out a loud, throaty moan.

"Fucking whore", Kuroo curses, his lips so close to your ear, you feel yourself literally melting into a puddle of despair underneath his tall figure, "I can't believe you let that bastard flirt with you right in front of my eyes", he continues and sucks the skin of your neck into his mouth, sucking harshly before he harshly pulls it in between his teeth.

You whine again, constant mewls of frustration leaving your lips as you try your best to move your hips against his big hand, yet fail miserably.

"I should have fucked you right then and there just to show him who this slutty cunt belongs to", Tetsu groans, rubbing his hard erection against your ass but refusing to to move his fingers on your clit. His words and the pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves has you moaning and without even trying to calm yourself down, you reach back to take a hold of Kuroo’s thick hair.

"You would have liked that, am I right, kitty cat? No, wait – you would have loved it. You're literally getting wetter and wetter just at the thought being fucked like a stupid whore", Kuroo scoffs, a hint of disbelief wavering in his voice and without missing a beat, you let out a sound of approval in response.

"I'm not even surprised", he hisses and suddenly, pulling his hand out of your shorts, "at the end of the day, you're nothing but a pathetic whore who thinks with her stupid cunt and nothing but her stupid cunt", and then he lets go of you.

His sudden absence leaves you tumbling against the door with a soft whimper and it's then that you notice the way your whole body is shivering from the overwhelming amount of arousal rushing through your system.

"D-Daddy, please", you whisper helplessly, using every single bit of your energy left to turn around and face him, "I need you", you add and can’t help the soft sob falling past your lips; two tears finding their way down your cheeks as you look into the beautiful face of your lover.

The strictness and distance in his features makes you gulp harshly, his usually so soft and calming eyes filled with nothing but hunger and anger and you let yourself devour this rare sight.

"Oh, look at that", Kuroo pushes his bottom lip into a fake pout with amusement sparkling in the pretty brown around his iris, "my little, cockcrazy whore thinks she has the right to even think about my cock after pulling a show like that”, he lets out a loud, empty chuckle, “how cute and oh, so pathetic, kitty.”

Kuroo takes your chin in between his fingers before he straightens his face and pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

"Backseat", is all he grunts, "I guess I’ve been a bit too good to you. I haven't fucked some manners into you in some time, have I, pretty kitty?”, you look at him with big, teary eyes and your lips parted before you bring yourself to nod in response to his question.

“Is that why you keep acting up like some needy, filthy little whore? Do you want Daddy to treat you like this, hm? Because you know how much I hate disobedient kittens who flirt with other men, yet choose to do it anyway. Right in front of me, too."

His words stir something deep inside of you, your pussy clenching even harder around nothing as a strong jolt of arousal finds its way right into the pit of your stomach.

You have never been more turned on by anyone or anything and at this point you’ve completely forgotten your surroundings; Kuroo and his huge cock the only thing on your mind as you pull open the door to the backseat of his car.

Kuroo watches you carefully, his eyes roaming the sight of your shaky thighs and the damp spot on the grey material of your shorts before he gets himself to tear his gaze away from you, lifting his head and checking the mostly empty parking lot to make sure nobody is watching the two of you.

He doesn’t like doing it in public; the thought of being caught or watched is definitely alluring and tempting but usually followed by the image of it actually happening and a jolt of slight disgust washing over him.

However this time Kuroo is absolutely ready to make an exception because after remaining patient with you for so long, he knows he won’t be able to keep it up for the entire drive back home.

After making sure nobody is around – his habit of parking all the way at the very end of the parking lot no matter what coming as an advantage – Kuroo also makes his way into the backseat, his gaze instantly finding your glossy eyes before he takes in the oddly satisfying sight of your tear stained cheeks and pouty lips.

You look so vulnerable, so helpless, so pathetic – the thought of completely destroying you in every way possible quickly clouding his mind and the longer he looks at you, the more he just wants to fuck you into oblivion.

But again, Kuroo isn’t a dom for nothing.

With hooded eyes, he silently motions you to turn around, the urge to press your face into the seat taking over every bit of his brain.

You don’t hesitate and obediently move onto your stomach, pulling yourself up onto your knees as your eyes nervously roam the inside of his car.

Your heart is hammering against your rib cage at an unhealthy pace, adrenaline and arousal thrumming inside your ears and clouding your mind in the best way possible.

Oh how you love the effect he has on you.

"Take off your shorts and then finger yourself", Kuroo hisses, casually pushing his sweats as well as boxers briefs down his muscular thigh, exposing his thick, rockhard cock to the cold yet tensed air in the car and letting out a soft hiss, "I want you to stretch that little cunt of yours", he adds and without even trying to hide it, you turn your head to watch the way Kuroo spits into his palm and then wraps his fingers around his cock.

You let out a loud, desperate moan at the sight of his huge length; the tip red and angry, already leaking so much precum, you feel your mouth watering at the memory of his taste coating your tongue. You gulp harshly the longer you watch him stroke his length like that, your pussy clenching in despair at the mere thought of how good he fills you up.

You hear the loud sound of skin meating skin before a harsh pain starting from your inner thigh rushes through you; a choked out whimper leaving your lips before you can literally feel your ears perking up at the sound of Kuroo’s voice.

"If I have to repeat myself one more fucking time, I swear to God, I won't let you cum for a whole month, kitty", Tetsurou growls, an almost inaudbile moan following his threat and after mumbling a soft apology, you're quick to get rid of your shorts and underwear just as you were told.

You bend your body down and spread your legs, only to feel waves of embarrassment and shame in combination with heavy, hot arousal overwhelming you.

Kuroo has the perfect view on your spasming cunt and you know he is basically devouring you with his eyes, your head spinning at the thought.

"Oh, kitty", he sighs and picks up the pace of his hand, focusing on his tip every now and then to slightly edge himself because even though he usually manages to hide it really well, this whole situation has him a lot more worked up than he had expected.

And now that he actually got to see how much his change in demeanor and choice of words have gotten to you, he is more than just struggling to keep his cool composure.

Kuroo can’t help but think of the way your slick arousal tastes and feels on his tongue, your sweet moans filling his ears as you part those pretty lips of yours in pleasure.

Kuroo watches the way you slide two of your fingers through your glistening folds, collecting your own juice before aiming for your sensitive, hardened little clit and as soon as you press the tips of your digits against the bundle of nerves, both of you let out a loud moan.

"Don't forget about that tight hole of yours, baby", Tetsurou grunts, throwing his head back as he curses himself for slipping out of his persona even if it wasn't for longer than a second.

You whimper at the sound of your favorite pet name falling past those pretty, swollen lips and choke on that exact whimper when you insert both of your fingers into the warm walls of your cunt.

"That's right, just like that, you little slut", Kuroo’s quick to comment, his other hand pushing the material of your (his) oversized shirt up to reveal the soft flesh of your ass before spanking you softly and then digging his fingers into your skin, "even though your fingers are nothing compared to my cock, we don't want you to to get hurt, right?", and again, he finds himself quickly regretting his choice of words and lack of authority.

But he can't help it. You’re his perfect, sweet faced little angel girl after all; there’s no way he can completely abandon his soft, caring side no matter how bratty you become. Not even thinking about giving you a chance to respond, he reaches out and plants another harsh spank on your slightly sore ass.

You muffle a loud whimper, burying your face in your arm as you try to keep your noises down in hopes of getting to hear the sinful moans of your Daddy; however, Kuroo is quick to notice your little plan.

"You're really trying it tonight, huh, you fucking cumslut? You better start moaning or I'm about to get really, really mad and believe me, you do not want that", Kuroo scolds you, his hand leaving your ass and wrapping around the one buried between your legs before he starts helping you thrust your fingers into your wet pussy.

Kuroo watches the way you clench around your digits with his lips parted in pleasure and arousal tingling at the bottom of his spine and if it wasn't for the punishment he has in mind, he would have fucked your pretty pussy.

Your loud moans, high pitched whimpers and desperate whines start filling the small space of his expensive car, making it even harder for him to stay collected and as he slowly observes the way your thighs slowly start shaking, he pulls your hand away from your drenched cunt with a deep grunt.

"Let's go over the rules really quick, kitty", Kuroo sighs and pulls you to stand on your knees, making sure you don't hit your head before he pushes you against the back of the passenger seat.

Your head is spinning at an inhumane space and you don’t even know if you can form proper sentences especially at the feeling of Kuroo’'s hot tip prodging at your entrance. However the slap against your sensitive pussy manages to pull you back to reality rather in an instant.

"Green means good, o-orange stands for okay, slightly uncomfortable and r-red is the signal for you to stop, Daddy", you whisper, burying your face in back of the passenger seat’s head part as Kuroo slowly starts pulling you down onto his lap, making you sick onto his big cock painfully slowly.

"Keep it going, you're not done yet, kitty. Come the fuck on, stop disappointing me like this", he groans and throws his head back, the sudden urge to feel your lips on his and your tongue in his mouth making his mind go absolutely empty.

His words ring in your head, your mind foggy and sight slightly blurry as he finally bottoms out and knocks the breath out of your lungs just like that.

You try to stay focused, knowing and very well aware of his order but the feeling of his pulsing cock inside of your tight pussy, tip right against the entrance of your womb has you going mad crazy.

"One tap, if I can't breathe, a pinch if it hurts and two if I want you to stop", you finally manage to mumble and the moan that leaves your lips when Kuroo slowly starts pulling out of you at those words – is almost animalistic.

"I'd love to praise you but you did make me wait and you actually have the pleasure to feel my cock even after all that shit, so", Kuroo’s voice is slightly strained, your tight walls gripping his huge cock like a vice and no matter how many times he got to experience this feeling, he knows he’s never going to get used to it.

You start moaning shamelessly, not even able to close your mouth as Kuroo rams himself back into you and then finally picks up a steady rhythm. Your fingers dig into the fabric of the seat, face buried in the headrest as you let him use you like a doll.

You love the way Kuroo’s grunts grow louder, his thrusts more impatient and the grip in your hips painfully tight; you love the fact that he is enjoying this as much as you were.

But then, out of nowhere, you realize how quiet he has been ever since he has started fucking you.

Dirty talk is something Kuroo has alway been really into, the lewd words falling past his lips so easily and managing to rile you up every time, that you haven’t even noticed how much you miss it.

"D-Daddy", you moan and gulp harshly, your hand reaching behind you to wrap your fingers around his, "t-talk to me, please", you ask softly and spare a quick glance at your lover; his astonishing beauty sending jolts of warmth through your chest.

Kuroo tsks, a loud scoff leaving his lips before he rolls his eyes and keeps thrusting into you. He is absolutely obsessed with the way your cunt spasmed around his cock, the sight of his huge length disappearing inside of your tight hole edging him more and more.

"P-Please, Daddy", tears flood your eyes rather quickly, the pleasure making you incredibly emotional and the tight feeling in your chest looking for relief as you softly sob into your arm, "I need you to talk to me, please; I'm sorry for acting like a whore", you cry and throw your head back, a choked out sob-moan leaving your throat and even though Kuroo does enjoy the way you are literally falling apart on his cock, he hates seeing you cry like that.

"P-Please call me your pretty girl and t-tell me how much you – fuck – love my cunt, please", you beg shameslessly, the tears streaming down your cheeks and leaving hot trails behind and despite the guilt inside your chest, you slowly start coming closer to your relief; the taste of your upcoming high coating your tongue in the sweetest way possible.

"Ssh, baby", Kuroo finally lets go of his hard mask, his chest tightening with every one of your soft cries and even though he knew he'd break at some point, he still had hoped to keep it up a little longer than usual, "it's okay pretty girl, I got you. I'm here, kitten", he whispers and as his soft voice fills your ears, a loud sob leaves you, followed by a tiny moan when his fingers start drawing circles into your neglected clit.

"Come on, angel, I want you to cum", he places a soft kiss on the back of your hand before he starts thrusting into you even harder, "show me who this sweet cunt belongs to", your lover's oddly assuring words are the last straw and without another second passing by, you let go and feel the coil in your core snap; shoving you head first into your high.

Several waves of pleasure hit you, your orgasm literally ruining you to a point where you struggle to take proper breaths.

Kuroo helps you ride out your high by slowing down the movements of his hands and hips, his breath getting stuck in his throat as he tries to handle your constant clenching.

"Cum inside of me, Daddy", you whisper, exhaustion dripping from every single one of your words yet you still let out soft little whimpers to encourage your pretty faced boyfriend, "want you to fuck your baby into my belly", you add quickly and the way literal innocence is coating your voice is what throws Kuroo over the edge.

Your cunt continues to spasm around him, making sure he cums as hard as you did and then, after his whole body halts its movements, he cums inside of you; painting your warm walls in several shades of white.

Kuroo quickly pulls out of you, the loss of contact and sudden feeling of emptiness has you whimpering slowly but you instantly go silent when he pulls you into his arms, pushing your face into the sweaty crook of his neck before he slowly starts caressing your naked thighs and massages your scalp.

A couple of minutes pass by, the exhaustion overcoming the two of you and when Kuroo notices the way your lips grow heavier by the minute, he presses his lips against yours and pulls you into a passionate kiss. A lazy clash of teeth, your tongue slowly entering his mouth and of course he is quick to swallow your spit, making you whimper into his mouth.

"Please don't ever do that again, my love", he whispers against your parted lips, his thumb grazing your cheeks and then your neck, "if you want me to be hard on you, there's no need to flirt with other guys, you just have to tell me, okay? You know I will do anything to make you happy", he mumbles and you quickly reply with a soft hum of approval.

"I love you, Daddy", you sigh, burying your face in his chest as your lips stretch into a big smile when you hear him mumble, "I love you, too, pretty girl."

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #hq!! smut #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou smut #haikyuu scenarios #kyovtani

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airplanelanding · 3 years ago

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Merlin/Arthur Fic Rec List

This is going to be a long post, so the recs start blow the cut!

I wanted to make a fic rec list!! So, here I am. Should be doing my uni homework that's due tonight but I am a terrible procrastinator.

I will probably make another one later on when I have more time that is more organized, but this one is in no particular order.

Last Updated 23 Sept. 2021

Also, quickly, a big thank you to @kickassfu for the making gif above for this post, ilysm Maf!!

Onto the fics!

Unsaid Love by AeonTheDimensionalGirl

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Return Fic; Angst with a Happy Ending

Wordcount: 4,022

Quick Summary: Songfic for the song Unsaid Emily from Julie & the Phantoms. Follows Merlin through the years as every century on Arthur's birthday more and more of a song is revealed to him when he goes to sleep. [Regency setting fic]

-- I am still not over this fic of @aeonthedimensionalgirl's, this fic is literally incredible. It is so good. I recommend reading it with Unsaid Emily playing on repeat in the background.

The Wisdom Of The Ages by tehfanglyfish

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Fluff; Getting Together

Wordcount: 4,200

Quick Summary: "Saving Arthur while disguised as Dragoon the Great was all well and good until the king decided the old sorcerer deserved a reward. On the run from Arthur, Merlin finds sanctuary in an elderly women's social club. What was supposed to be a one-time visit becomes a regular part of Merlin's week, as he returns each Friday to discuss recipes, commiserate about aches and pains, and lament the state of his love life." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Such a good fic, honestly, like. Merlin befriends Camelot's elderly ladies. Need I say more? It's great.

Forgetful Days by OnceFutureEmrys

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Fluff; Modern AU

Wordcount: 620

Quick Summary: "Arthur is very forgetful. Luckily, Merlin is there to help." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Seriously, @oncefutureemrys this fic is so cute and it's just great, def recommend it

Home in Your Arms by OnceFutureEmrys

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Pining; Fluff; Modern AU

Wordcount: 1,574

Quick Summary: "Arthur is missing Merlin when when he hears someone knocking on the door..." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Yes, another one from OFE, because I love her and her fics. This fic is so sweet, it is a modern University AU!

Ink On A Page by Hisa_Ai

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Pining; Fluff

Wordcount: 2,170

Quick Summary: Merlin writes his feelings on parchment, because if they are on paper, they are just words on a page, and not really his and didn't hold any meaning. One day Arthur notices him writing on one of these pieces of parchment.

-- Literally so beautiful. I loved this fic so much, and I recommend it so much. It is a canon era confessions fic, and it's just so good.

Fool Me Once by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Type: Humor; Magic Revealed; Dark Humor

Wordcount: 18, 728

Quick Summary: "Uther finds out about Merlin’s magic, but can’t seem to kill him. Merlin is just trying to protect Arthur. They become a begrudgingly effective duo. Arthur doesn't understand why they think he isn't noticing this." - Summary directly from AO3

-- I mean, can I just recommend this entire series? Seriously, the series this fic is in is just--excellent. I love this fic. It has Immortal Merlin and Uther Knowing about his magic. Seriously, though, just this series is amazing ahah Exceptionally Exceptional, Calling the Middleman, Returning the Favor, In Which Arthur Lets a Sorcerer Live and Regrets It, just to name a few, are incredible and I definitely recommend reading them.

for my beating heart is far too small for the entirety of my love for you by kickassfu

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Fluff; Established Relationship

Wordcount: 1,566

Quick Summary: Arthur is trying to learn a little magic to surprise Merlin at his coronation after their wedding.

-- So, I actually gave @kickassfu the prompt for this one. And oh my gods. How they did it? So soft, sweet. It is so good, and I 100% recommend you check it out!

That’s my Man by AeonTheDimensionalGirl

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Magic Revealed; Arranged Marriage; Angst with a Happy Ending

Wordcount: 2,287

Quick Summary: "By ancient, prophesied law, Arthur Pendragon must wed Emrys.

Problem is no one knows who they are." - Summary directly from AO3

-- I told you Aeon would be on here again! Love this fic so much. Love magic reveals, love arranged marriages. Seriously, this is great.

the house is flooded (as is his heart) by powered_by_notes

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Domestic Fluff; Return Fic

Wordcount: 2,281

Quick Summary: Arthur leaves to do some work in town, and Merlin runs into a bit of trouble with the cottage and their chickens while he's gone.

-- They have chickens. Enough said. No but really, this is so good, they live in a cottage and they have chickens and I definitely recommend this fic.

Emrys the Really, Truly Terrible by lindenwaverly

Rating: Teens & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Magic Reveal, Emrys Reveal

Wordcount: 15,241

Quick Summary: Arthur has repealed the ban on magic, but Merlin still hasn't come clean about his identity. The issue comes in where, Arthur wants Emrys to be his Court Sorcerer

-- literally. cackled. this is so great, i loved this one. i read it in the morning and do not regret it one bit. some of the dialogue just killed me. it's a great fic, and you should definitely read it.

Arthur Pendragon's Business Judgment Rule by oddishly

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Woke Up Married

Wordcount: 27,459

Quick Summary: "Arthur and Merlin wake up married. Camelot is in the middle of treaty negotiations with a visiting king. It's okay, Arthur has a plan." - Summary directly from AO3

Lord Drake's Bequest by Pennyplainknits

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Modern Era, Fake Relationship

Wordcount: 9,966

Quick Summary: " "To my great-nephew Arthur I bequeath Tintagel Distribution, wholly and without reserve, save for one condition. You must marry, and stay married, for a period of no less than six months. You're a wonderful businessman Arthur, but a full life needs love and companionship, not just a string of affairs. Settle down young Arthur, and your life will be the richer for it." " - Summary directly from AO3

of all things magic, a cerulean haze by powered_by_notes

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Magic Reveal

Wc: 7,092

Summary: "When Arthur goes missing, Merlin goes off on his own searching for him. He knows to look for things that the others simply do not and has things at his disposal that the others, again, simply do not.

. . .Magical things, of course.

In all his power, worry, anger, and relentless searching, he has no idea the missing king is being shown all the things that Merlin is doing with that power.

. . .Magical things, of course." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Loved this sm. Gods, I was supposed to read this ages ago, but only FINALLY just found the time to last night and it was so great. Arthur is kidnapped while out doing smth for Merlin and it's just really good.

On the Run by Sorceressofdragons

Rating: E

Archive Warnings: None Apply

Type: Modern AU

Wordcount: 18,155

Summary: After an unsuccessful attempt on their lives, new neighbours Arthur and Merlin decide to take off into the woods. Their destination is Morgana’s country estate, but these two city boys don’t know anything about survival—so if the foxes don’t get them, the lack of Monster Munch might. Featuring sex mishaps, weird food, walking in circles, and some obligatory cuddling. Oh, and Merlin is hung. - Summary directly from AO3

-- fucking KILLED me. This was just -- it was great. Literally, from the start I SWORE i knew the who and why only to discover I was totally off with the *why* and it was fantastic.

Hear Your Heart Sing (Love, Love, Love) by schweet_heart

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: None Apply

Type: Soulmate Au, Modern Au

Wordcount: 15,834

Summary: Merlin used to like the idea of finding The One – until he fell in love with Arthur Pendragon. Now he has a boss he can't date (but can't stop thinking about), a soulmate he can't find (who has terrible taste in music), and a best friend who can't believe he still hasn't got his act together (even though it's seriously not his fault).Sometimes, life is unfairly complicated, even without your soulmate singing painfully catchy tunes in the back of your head. - Summary directly from AO3

-- This one was just great. The soulmates, the songs, the misunderstandings--it was great. I loved this one.

Note to Idiot by tinylilremus

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warnings: None Apply

Type: Harry Potter AU, Modern AU

Wordcount: 9,762

Summary: Arthur and Merlin are members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad who work different shifts and share the same office. Arthur, who works the day shift, can't stand the rain. Merlin, who works the night shift, can't concentrate without it.

When they both get tired of changing the weather in the magical window in their underground office, is there a more British way to settle their differences than with a few passive-aggressive memos? - Summary directly from AO3

-- HP AU! A Ministry AU at that! I literally. I loved this so much. Merlin & Arthur are both in the AMRS, different shifts, and it's just hnsdsjdkh it's so good. Really, it's great. And we get to see them on the job a bit!!! Which is fun. This one is def a great one to read, esp if you like HP AUs

as stated previously, this list is being frequently updated with more fics!!!

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polzkadotz · 4 years ago

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I read you saying that your first draft of the kandreil fic was very different, if you feel like could you elaborate on that? I’m super fascinated by the idea and what’s written so far

OHOHOHOHO YES, I can totally elaborate on that!

First of all, my fanfics spreadsheet tells me that I had the idea for this AU on August 27th, 2019 and I wrote an outline for it on September 7th. This AU was supposed to be part of my "october madness" series (a terrible idea, trying to publish at least a chapter of something every day in October). Originally, it followed the plot of The Host AU almost to a T—I just allowed myself one single divergence from it.

Andrew still receives a soul, but its because he sacrifices himself so the rest of the Monsters can escape. However, "Scatters Embers", the soul they put into him, can't take control of the body, no matter how much he screams at the back of Andrew's head. Andrew is in the driving seat, thinking about the advantage of blending in with the souls better and being able to help his family.

Scatters Embers tries pleading with Andrew, but he keeps saying too many triggering words, which causes all kinds of regrets when he notices what he's making Andrew remember. Begrudgingly, they set some boundaries since Neil can't take over the body (and doesn't want to make Andrew's brain turn to mush, which is something souls can do to kill the host) and Andrew sees more advantages than not with having an alien in his head, even if he has to pretend to be a soul for a while until they stop paying such close attention to him and he can go out in the world to find his family.

Scatters Embers falls in love with Andrew's memories of Exy, although he finds being a goalie kind of boring. He prefers to watch Kevin play when Andrew indulges him on showing more memories.

Just like in The Host, they eventually go to the desert to find the others, walk around until they can't anymore and drop on the ground like a sack of potatoes because dehydration clearly isn't fun.

"The dumbest thing I've ever seen," a voice says. "Walking around in the sun. Wearing all black. Aren't aliens meant to be superior to us?"

Andrew is awake enough to say, "Not an alien."

The others test him to see if he's really human and Embers is like, Give me control of your body. Andrew reluctantly tries and finds it's harder than he imagined and also feels incredibly wrong. But all Embers do is shudder and say out loud, "Your body is much tinier than i thought it would be", which gets Andrew mad enough to get control back of his body to say, "Shut up". In turn, Embers gets even madder than him, and rants about how he doesnt have a body to shut up, thank you very much! and then he notices that he's actually in control.

The display is enough to convince Nicky that Andrew has control of the body because "Andrew never expressed that much emotion in his life. Ever."

One of the points in the outline 👀

Andrew is just glad to learn that they all lived (because of Erik, who knew some survival stuff), although Aaron makes a point to say he's disgusted by Andrew by principle or smth. They get better at changing who's in control of the body, and they are the ones responsible for getting supplies now. Embers also starts to play around with names until he lands on Neil, just because, no reason! lol

Everything goes fine for a while, with Neil having fun playing Exy with all the Foxes, until Andrew starts to notice that it has become harder and harder to get the control of his body back. Andrew doesn't say anything to Neil or anyone else, because it doesn't really matter if he can't come out anymore. His family is safe after all, and that's what matters.

One day, Neil wakes up and he's alone in the body.

Then the last points I wrote in the outline after that were just like, "Andrew wakes up in his body after a long, long sleep and sees a new face looking back at him. When the guy notices that he's awake, he says, 'Did you think you could just leave your body to me, as if you weren't important? As if i wouldn't care bout killing you?' and Andrew is just like, "I thought I would be stuck on the back of your head, not erased."

Then it ends with Andrew observing how Neil's body matches his personality and how he fits well with the Foxes, but always come to sit near Andrew, even if they don't say anything. Andrew thinks he's hot in that new body and it rattles him for a little bit, because of how right it feels to have Neil close to him. So Andrew just tell him that and Neil accepts his feelings, the fic ends there wowie not even one kissy-kissy.

I tried to write with this outline until the middle of 2020, but I simply couldn't connect with it anymore. It had too many holes in its plannings and it didn't really feel attractive to me at all. I was just going to give up on it altogether.

Until I realized Kay's birthday was fast approaching. I asked them what kind of fic they wanted for their birthday, and they had no ideas, so I was like, "alright-o, here's my list of fic ideas, pick something from it if you want to???"

And they chose this one. So I re-read this outline and went, "it's not emotional enough for Kay, but also... what if I made Neil fall in love with Kevin instead of just admire his position on a fucking sport?"

So I wrote two rough outlines for Kay, and they liked the current one. The rest will be history, One Day lmao

#andreil #the host au #all for the game fics #aftg fics #long post #all for the game #aftg #fic: tell me you'll come home (even if it's just a lie)#fic: tmych(eiijal)#andrew minyard #neil josten #asks

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ncitytexts · 5 years ago

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Flutter.

SUMMARY: you never knew the reason why your heart always fluttered with the boy you had grown up with all your life.

PAIRING: jeno x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff! neighbor!jeno & bestfriend!jeno; friends to lovers au

WORDS: 2.3k.. like exactly 2.3k

WARNINGS: like. a speck of angst in the middle.

A/N: it kinda follows the american school system bc that’s the ... only school system i know LOL but alSO i usually write only soft hours aaaa but lets start off with my first fic with the one n only ... lee jeno hehe

Ever since you moved into your new neighborhood, only one person pops into your mind: Lee Jeno.

He was there when you first moved in, offering you a cookie his mom baked as you timidly clung on to your dad’s leg.

“Go on, sweetie. He’s going to be your future neighbor!”

Slowly approaching the long-limbed, yet small boy, he quickly took your hand in his and started to shake it. “Hello! My name’s Jeno. What’s your name?”

Little did you know that your encounter with Jeno would turn out to be the first of many, many other ones.

You had just turned six years old, and you were going to start your first day of first grade soon. Your mom insisted that you take the bus, calling it a way to “make new friends”, but being the introvert that you were, it was your worst nightmare. Lightly tugging at your backpack, your mom said, “Come on, sweetheart, you’ll be okay!” You held back tears, and pecked your mom on the cheek before stepping on the bus.

The bus driver gave you a kind smile, but that did nothing to ease your nervousness. You walked down the cramped aisle filled with legs that stuck out and glittery backpacks and looked for lone seats; instead, you spot your neighbor, Jeno. At the same time, he spots you too, and gives you one of his iconic crescent eye smiles.

“Come sit here, Y/N! We can be seat buddies for school!”

“O-o-okay!”

That was the first time Lee Jeno made your heart flutter.

You’re now twelve, but instead of your first day of first grade, it’s your first day of middle school. Jeno not only had found a new group of friends, but also became one of the biggest heartthrobs in the entire school. He had become good looking and was so tall that he towered over you at times. But still, he never forgot to hang out with you. He often came over to your house most nights to play games with you on your older brothers’ game consoles. He always went on ice cream runs with you and your mom, always yelling to his parents that “he’s off to get ice cream with Mrs. Y/L/N again!” Most importantly, he still rode the bus to and from school with you, insisting that he was your “eternal seat buddy”.

However, when you stepped on the bus this morning, he wasn’t there in your usual seats, so you ending up walking to your locker alone in the morning.

“I ... can’t ... get ... this ... stupid ... combi-”

All of a sudden, another pair of hands land on your lock, and you look up to find the one and only, Lee Jeno.

“I’m sorry that I was gone this morning ... what’s your combination? I’m sure I could open it.” Jeno says, while giving you another one of his genuine smiles.

Smiling at his genuine willingness to help, you say, “Trust me, Jeno. I might have a better chance at going to the office instead. My dad literally scribbled it down this morning and it could be passed off as a kid’s handwriting. Plus, what if you’re late for class?”

Jeno lets out a laugh and says, “Don’t worry about my classes! Can you read out the combination for me then?”

“I think it should be 29-10-35,” you hesitantly say, looking down at the crumpled piece of paper in your hands, attempting to decipher your dad’s rushed handwriting. Jeno questioningly looks at you and snatches the paper out of your hands to stick it up to the closest window, as if he believed the sunlight would help him read the messy, loopy handwriting better. Suddenly, he lets out a “Ha!” and hands you back the paper. Jeno turns back to the lock on your locker while whispering, “It’s actually 28,” Click. “19,” Click. “36.” Click.

With one swift motion, he was able to get both the lock in his hands and your locker door wide open. You glance at the nearest clock and it reads 7:58 AM, giving you two minutes before class starts.

“See? I told you I would open it on time. Now, hurry up and get your books! I don’t think all the girls in this school would be fond of you if you were to be late to homeroom with me.” Jeno says with a smirk before holding his hand out to you, ready to sprint to class with you hand-in-hand.

That cocky boy, you thought. Grabbing your textbook and slamming your locker shut, you stuck your lock back on and placed your hand on Jeno’s.

The moment Jeno whisked you away to homeroom with your hand in his is the second time he made your heart flutter.

The ripe age of sixteen has arrived, and your friendship with Jeno has altered in ways that you didn’t expect. For one, Jeno got his license earlier than most kids in the junior class as he had an earlier birthday while your birthday was stuck in the summer, so you weren’t able to get it as quickly. So instead of riding the bus every morning with Jeno, he swore that he would take you to school every morning, which of course, was approved by your parents immediately. Two, junior year was taking a toll on the both of you, so your nightly visits through each other’s windows were shortened to once a week. However, today you had promised Jeno that you would meet him at his house for an AP Biology test study session.

You knocked on his door three times, one time with a pause, proceeded by two quick ones. With this knock, Jeno is sure that you’re the one on the other side of the door, and not another girl from school asking for his number.

“Ah! Y/N! Ready to grind on some bio?”

Looking back up into his eyes, you lose balance, not realizing that you blanked out and didn’t even notice the door opening. You lean forward a little in an attempt to regain your balance, but your knees lock instead. Jeno steadies you by holding onto your waist, and says, “You okay?” You nod almost instantly, cheeks reddening out of embarrassment.

You take off your shoes before entering Jeno’s house and you’re instantly greeted by his mom. “Oh! Y/N! Jeno didn’t tell me you were coming,” she says while wiping off her hands with a towel, “I would’ve made you guys my neighborhood famous cookies!” She winks jokingly and you respond, “Your cookies are just too good, Mrs. Lee. I was all over them when you brought them over last week!” with a smile as Mrs. Lee approaches you for a hug.

“Hey! Don’t think I’ll let you steal her heart from me!”

Before you can give Mrs. Lee a nice “I’m-glad-to-see-you-again” hug, you turn around to find Jeno leaning against the stairs. Realizing he saw the entire encounter, you smirk at him, saying, “And what if I do? Your mom is just so sweet!” You can hear Mrs. Lee laugh behind you as Jeno walks up to the both of you and says, “You’ll have to steal my heart before you can steal my mom’s!”

When Jeno said that, it was the third time he made your heart flutter.

Jeno then takes your hand and says, “Okay, mom, I’m gonna go study upstairs with Y/N. We have our AP Biology test soon and I don’t think you want us getting two’s. Bye! Love you!” Mrs. Lee responds with a “Mhm.” before Jeno leads you back up to his room, with your hand still in his.

Once you step foot into his room, a wave of memories hit you.

“Tsk. Y/N, are you climbing through my window again?”

Midway through his window, you say, “Sorry, I’m home alone again. And I keep hearing weird noises! Jeno, I’m just scared.” Jeno looks up from his school project that’s scattered all over his desk with a glue stick in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other. “So, what do you want me to do? Cut them apart with scissors? Snip snip!”

After you helped Jeno with his Egyptian project for his presentation on Monday, you found the both of you staring at his ceiling, adorned by glow-in-the-dark plastic stars and planets. You began to fall asleep while Jeno was talking, and the last thing you remember is Mrs. Lee whispering to you that “your parents are here to get you”.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N? Oh my god, she’s a goner.” Jeno says while vigorously trying to snap his fingers in front of your face. You grab his hand and say, “Stop it, you dork, I need more help on cellular respiration. I can’t remember any of the products again.” Jeno makes a sound in agreement and you feel buzzes coming from your phone in your back pocket.

[2:03 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: hey y/n where are you rn?

[2:03 PM] diane💃🏻: yeah where you at bro? let’s go get ice cream!

[2:03 PM] y/n: oh i’m @ jeno’s rn for ap bio. guys i cannot fail

[2:04 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: WHat YOU’RE AT JENOS

[2:04 PM] diane💃🏻: WAIT DO U MEAN T HE LEE JENO

[2:04 PM] diane💃🏻: BRO WTF GET US HIS NUMBER

[2:04 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: ^^^ agreed!!!!!1

[2:05 PM] y/n: guys i can’t just give y’all his number thats just creepy

[2:05 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: bro wtf.... do u like him or smth?

Before you can type out a reply to Judy’s text, Jeno whisks your phone away from your hands. “Hey! Give me my phone back!” you say, trying to get it from his hands, but his height allows him to keep it held high above his head while he attempts to read the texts that you sent. All of a sudden, he stops resisting you and hands your phone back. Confused, you’re prepared to tease him as to why he gave into you, but you’re interrupted by Jeno saying, “Do you like me?”

Shocked and unable to answer, you were only able to spit out an “I don’t know.” You had never felt this nervous before, as you’ve never thought of it that way. But perhaps, you do have feelings for him. Jeno, clearly confused and also unable to answer, simply says with a straight face, “Let’s just get to work on AP Bio. You said you needed help anyways,” before turning back to his desk.

Instead of a fluttering heart, your heart broke into a million pieces.

But what you didn’t know is that he really had just hoped that you said you liked him.

It’s been two years after he asked if you liked him, and it’s never left your mind. Jeno ended up acting like nothing had happened anyways.

Now, both you and Jeno are eighteen. Your graduation is set to happen tomorrow afternoon, and you’re getting a whole wave of nervousness running throughout your body. Trying on dress after dress, Jeno sits in your room clearly bored and swiping mindlessly on his phone. When you finally find a V-neck dress that’s just the right length and adorned with a floral pattern, you step out of your bathroom to show Jeno.

Noticing that his eyes are still glued to his phone, you say, “Jeno? Hello?” He still doesn’t look up, so you decide to spit out nicknames you knew he wouldn’t like. “Jeno-jaem! Loser! Momma’s boy!” is the three nicknames that finally get his attention.

“Dude, you know I hate that nick-”

Jeno’s mouth gapes open as he looks you up and down. You notice his ears getting slightly red when you say, “So? Is this the dress I should wear?” Stuttering, Jeno replies, “U-u-uh, yeah.” You look at him suspiciously and mumble, “Okay, I guess not then.” As you turn back to the bathroom to change, he quickly grabs your hand and says, “What I meant is that you look beautiful in it. Absolutely stunning in it.”

You can feel yourself blush. His hand is still holding yours, and after a few seconds of silence, you feel yourself suddenly asking the same daring question he asked two years ago.

“Do you like me?”

Expecting a rejection, you let go of his hand and turn back around. However, this time, he pulls your hand back into a tight hug and says, “Maybe I do. And maybe I’ve liked you since the first time I met you.”

It’s finally the day of your graduation, and you’re lucky enough to be sitting next to Jeno. While sitting on white chairs lined up across the stadium’s field, you can feel all eyes on you and Jeno. Ever since last night, Jeno has been close to you, making all the girls around you become filled with instant jealousy and envy.

You look down in your lap and play with your fingers nervously when you hear Jeno say, “Don’t worry about them. I know you think they’re all looking at you, but if it makes you feel better, you’re the only one I’m looking at.” Looking back up into his eyes, you give him the biggest smile accompanied with a blush.

Once the speeches are given and the diplomas are handed out, the principal makes the final, iconic line said at every graduation. Immediately afterwards, the stadium is filled with cheers and yells, as you and Jeno throw your graduation caps up into the air. You both stand up facing each other when he finally makes the bold move to take your face in his hands and connect your plush lips with his.

His simple, yet loving action was the fourth time your heart fluttered for him; except, this time, you know why it was fluttering.

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