#Drabble event

[aayakashii]

❤3 and ❤42 with Yuri please, I need something fluffy with him right now

3❤️ a kiss on the forehead

42❤️ a clumsy kiss

Warning: this is not a drabble at all but I can't shut up so here take this fic 🫳 also not very proofread YET so I apologize if it's a bit wonky

One thing about Mortkranken’s underground: it’s cold. It makes sense, though. There were tons of biological samples being analyzed by students every single day, so it’s not like it could have a warm and comfortable temperature.

Still, you weren’t expecting it to be so cold.

It was kind of ironic, knowing how Yuri hated the other extremely cold dorm of Darkwick. But while Frostheim was freezing because of its natural weather (or as natural as a place created by an anomalous island could be), Mortkranken had all the air conditioners and freezers to create that artificial bubble of icy and dry climate.

Yuri’s personal office wasn’t exempt from the cold. Despite how spacious it was, the air still hung heavy while a split system blasted glacial wind mercilessly.

You trembled slightly as you went through paper after paper, doing inventory of all of Yuri’s books. Despite being a genius, apparently he couldn’t organize all the dozens of bookshelves he kept carelessly stacked with medical tomes, articles and notes.

Sometimes you wondered if he would just carry on, working in a terribly messy office, if you had never come around and offered your help - which he begrudgingly accepted.

However, it’s not like you were doing that entirely out of the good of your heart. You liked spending time with Yuri, despite how snappy he was, yes. You saw how lonely and starved of appreciation he was and it tugged on your heartstrings. Probably no one ever tried to go past that wall of arrogance he had built for himself as a protection, and you were set on trying to give him a little bit of comfort.

Maybe you also thought that the way his hair fell on his face was very pretty, that his sea-green eyes were gorgeous, and that everytime he blushed you wanted to grab his shoulders and pull him into a kiss so you could watch him have a meltdown and turn into putty in your hands. Yes. Maybe. But that’s not why you were there.

You were there because Frostheim was throwing one of their fancy balls that night and you desperately wanted to escape. You were invited, or better yet, subpoenaed by Jin and Tohma and you wanted nothing to do with it. You already had to deal with a tragic curse, thank you very much. Mingling with stuck up rich students was the last thing you wanted to do.

So, mentally apologizing to Kaito and Luca, you lied through your teeth and said you already had a job to do. At that point, you didn’t; but you found yourself in Yuri’s office, annotating his every dusty book just in case they sent someone to grab you by the hair and drag you to the ball. They wouldn’t try to come close to Mortkranken, after all - too much drama between the captains.

And work you did. Being around a cute doctor was just a bonus.

Yuri scrolled through his phone mindlessly for a few minutes, allowing himself to rest his brain after another day of working until his eyes were crossing. He wasn’t much of a social media guy, but he understood quite well the importance of taking breaks every so often in order to have his thoughts reorganize themselves. Even if he went around and then spent three days wide awake just to compensate for a 15 minute break.

It’s not like he was actually relaxing, however. He was very much aware of your presence in his office, just a few steps away from him, as you organized his books. You had offered yourself to catalog his tomes and clean them up out of nowhere and, despite his hesitance, deep down he was grateful for that. After all, an organized workplace works wonders for inspiration and concentration - he was just… very bad at doing the organization thing when it wasn’t directly related to his duties as a doctor.

He also wasn’t quite sure why you had suddenly offered to spend the evening working, but he just decided to chalk it up to you being grateful for his brilliance and infinite generosity. He DID offer to train you in anomalous medicine, didn’t he? Maybe you were just wise and trying to repay his kindness.

He huffed, a smug smile on his face, clearly satisfied with his own answer, but quickly turned his attention back to his phone after noticing you heard him and looked his way.

After scrolling mindlessly through posts about scientific innovations, articles, new hospitals and a bunch of ads for questionable medicines that claim to cure people of everything and anything at all, Yuri stopped at a photo of a familiar place.

It had been posted only 10 minutes before and showed a grand ballroom, filled with young people in fancy garments and expensive flower bouquets placed in tall vases that decorated every corner. Some people appeared to be dancing, while others chatted with a drink in their hand.

It was a familiar place because he had been in this exact same setting before – it was Frostheim and apparently they were throwing a ball at that very moment.

Yuri's lips curled down in disgust at the sight of the dorm.

“These mindless pricks just can't spend a single day without flaunting their wealth, can they?” Yuri grumbled audibly, scowling at his phone.

“Did you say something, Yuri?” you asked, turning to face him while you meticulously noted down another batch of book titles in your handbook.

“These wannabe nobles from Frostheim!” he spat “They can't do a single useful thing for society, but still try to intimidate others by showing off how rich they are! Disgusting!” Yuri slammed his phone on the desk, getting up from his seat, and pranced around the large room, as if he could not contain his anger quietly.

He didn't quite understand the reasoning behind his own anger. All he knew was that he felt enraged, an ironically icy feeling crawling up his chest. And that he needed a Frostheim student in front of him right at that moment so he could punch them. Too bad he was so physically weak.

“Oh, are you talking about the ball they're throwing today?” you asked, nonchalantly.

Yuri stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around towards you, an expression of disgust and betrayal on his face.

How would you even know about this ball? Frostheim prided in excluding everyone else that didn't wear that godawful blue lapel pin from every social event. So how would you, a puny little student with no association to any dorm at all, know about a big event such as that ball?

Yuri chose to blatantly ignore your friendships with Luca and Kaito for the benefit of his own theory.

You swallowed hard, realizing by his behavior that you probably should not have said that at all.

“How do you know about that ball?!” he said, through gritted teeth.

You cleared your throat.

“Um… I heard Luca and Kaito mention it earlier today…”

Yuri slowly walked towards you, as if he was a predator gauging your movements in order to know when to attack.

“Lies. I see how you are blinking fast. You also have flared nostrils and you are unconsciously biting your lips! Body language 101! You cannot fool a doctor like me, I see everything!”

You sighed.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. I was invited.” you mumbled, grabbing a tome and wiping the dust from its cover, avoiding Yuri's accusatory gaze.

His jaw went slack. His theory was correct then, after all! But of course it was. He was Yuri Isami, the captain of Mortkranken and the best doctor on that campus. Of course he was correct.

And so you were indeed a filthy traitor.

“Oh, so you're so connected to that despicable dorm that you were even INVITED to their ball?!” How dare you, he wanted to say, how dare you give them the time of the day when HE– when Mortkranken was the one doing all the important work in that place.

You raised an eyebrow at Yuri's dramatics, side-eyeing him while you still dusted books.

“Darkwick made me the inspector, remember? I have to have proper relationships with every single dorm and it's not like I want that either. It's all because of my curse.”

Yuri scoffed, throwing his arms up in disbelief.

“As if you need anything else besides Mortkranken's assistance! We are the only ones who are qualified to undo your curse once and for all! And yet, you still mingle with those Frostheimers…” he clenched his fists.

“Yuri, I think you're forgetting the fact that I chose not to go to the ball and spend my night here organizing your books.” you wiggled a book on your hand to make your point clearer, fully turning towards him.

That little detail seemed to have finally been processed in Yuri's mind right after you said it.

He went silent, staring at you with narrowed eyes. As if he didn't trust you yet. As if you could stab him in the back as soon as he turned around.

You sighed, putting the book on the shelf and then resting your hands on your hips.

“Why are you so angry at them for throwing a ball? You know they always do that.”

He didn't know why he was angry, actually. It was like Frostheim was a trigger word for him. He heard it and fury just freely ran through his veins like molten iron. It burned and hurt because he didn't know why it felt like that.

He just did.

It wasn't in Yuri's nature to be quiet. To be speechless. And when he didn't answer your question, you knew something deep, deeper than you could reach, had been brewing for too long.

He stood still like a statue, mouth pressed in a thin line as he turned your question around in his mind, like he would an unsolved rubrik cube. Only this time, he wasn't able to finish it in record time like he used to finish all of his real cubes.

You took a deep breath.

“Look.” you snapped him out of his daze “I'm gonna prove to you that balls are boring and that you aren't missing anything.”

You knew he wasn't upset because of FOMO, but seeing him struggle with his thoughts like that made you pity him just a little bit. So you would pretend, for now.

You went to his desk and grabbed your phone, scrolling through something.

“What are you planning to do?” he observed your movements, still as tense as ever.

“What's your favorite song again? It's The Blue Danube Waltz, by Strauss isn't it?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes… I'm surprised a worm like you knows classical music and– no, what does this have to do with anything?” he asked, baffled at the sudden change of topic.

You walked towards him, gaze locked at your phone.

“You like waltzes then. Okay, then this one will have to do.”

You clicked on something on your phone and placed it carefully on one of the bookrack's shelves. Soon enough, some music started playing on the phone's speakers.

Yuri stared dumbly at the hand you were holding out towards him.

“What is this?”

“It's the Masquerade Waltz, by Aram Khachaturian.” You replied flatly, shoving your hand closer to his face.

“I- I know that!” Yuri sputtered, defensively “I want to know what you're doing!”

You shrugged, smirking at your own silly idea that seemed to have badly thrown him off “I want to prove to you how balls are kinda stupid when you can very well just waltz as much as you want at home. Come on. Dance with me?”

Yuri blinked, still staring at your hand.

“W-why should I?!”

“Well… you'll have the satisfaction of doing something Jin wanted to do but can't because I'm here.”

He immediately grabbed your hand, all hesitation left behind. You laughed and restarted the song.

“You better dance properly, worm!”

“I promise nothing.”

Yuri's hands were hot. He had them stuffed in his black gloves like always, but they seemed even warmer against your skin as you held him firmly.

He knew very well all of the waltz etiquette, of course. He was a cultured, refined man who knew how to be a proper partner when dancing with someone in a ballroom. He knew he was supposed to maintain eye contact with his dance partner.

But goddamn it, was it hard to keep looking into your eyes. Even though you weren't always looking at him – as expected of an impolite worm – whenever your eyes met, he felt his insides stir and he wondered in passing if he had to start taking some type of anxiety medication.

Sometimes he'd relax for a second when you looked down at your feet to count 1, 2 ,3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4. He used that moment to breathe deeply and then grimace at how shaky his exhale sounded.

His heart drummed inside his ribcage, and he hoped you'd keep your little grubby fingers far away from his radial artery, otherwise you'd feel how fast his heart was beating. He couldn't have you thinking he was nervous. He wasn't nervous! The situation was just… unexpected.

And then you started humming along with the song.

Yuri swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and cleared his throat.

“You… you like this waltz?” he managed to say. He shoved the thought that you sounded cute, humming a song just like he always did, deep, deep inside the corners of his mind.

You widened your eyes for a second.

“Oh! I was humming, wasn't I? Sorry. But yeah, it's my favorite. I guess I can't say I don't understand you when you hum too” you laughed nervously.

The both of you kept on clumsily stepping side to side, front to back, as the song reached its last notes.

Yuri knew the song was ending, and his anxiety peaked. It was like he wanted something to happen – no, like he needed to do something, but he didn't know what it was.

His stomach churned as the song faded out, and your feet came to a halt. Your hand left his own, and so did the one on his shoulder. He could feel the warmth of your body leaving him as he forced himself to step back.

You cleared your throat and gave him an exaggerated curtsy, lifting the hem of an imaginary dress.

“Thank you so much for this dance, Lord Isami” you said with a grin, in a fake posh accent.

And after that, it was like he became possessed by some trickster spirit who had it out for him.

Yuri didn't really know what thought process led him to suddenly grab your shoulders and awkwardly place his lips on your forehead, but when you gasped under him, he finally came back to his senses.

“GAH! I don't know why I did that!” he yelled, taking a few long steps back and away from you.

He stared at his own hands, like they were monsters with a life of their own. Some cruel, awful things that made him act on an impulse he didn't even know he had.

His thoughts ran wild and tumbled one over the other, each and every one yelling some reasoning for his stupid actions and turning his mind into a deafening cacophony that made his head fuzzy and his ears ring.

“Um...” you voiced out, and Yuri finally looked at you again, quickly halting his spiral towards a panic attack. His eyes fluttered, taking in the sight in front of him.

You covered your cheeks with your hands, looking to the side as you pressed your lips in a thin line. Yuri swore he could see the ghost of a smile on the corner of your lips, gone in the blink of an eye.

Yuri was screwed. That immediately became the only thought that blared inside his brain after looking at you, all flustered and embarrassed.

“I'm screwed” he murmured unconsciously and you had the gall to chuckle.

“Sorry?” you asked, a smile warming your voice in a way that made Yuri dizzy.

He shook his head, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes, and took a deep breath.

“You can go to your quarters now. Continue your work here later.” he announced, secretly celebrating how his voice sounded stable again.

You slowly grabbed your phone, still smiling like you knew something he didn't. Preposterous.

“Okay.” you replied, without much protest.

Yuri watched as you picked up the rest of your belongings and made the way towards his door.

“I hope I convinced you of all that stuff we talked about, by the way. See you tomorrow, Yuri” you said, looking over your shoulder before you left.

Yuri had absolutely no idea of what you were even talking about. All he knew was that his room was hot. He felt incredibly hot and his heart still hammered mercilessly inside his ribs. Was he having a heat stroke? Yeah, maybe it was that. Maybe he was having a heat stroke because you made him dance and sweat when he didn't need to.

He looked at the thermometer under his AC.

It read 5°C/40°F.

[lovelynim]

I’m dedicating this drabble to a very close friend of mine

Hope you enjoy it, my dear

You shifted your position in your bed, laying on your back and trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep. It shouldn't be this hard to get some rest and it, in fact, wouldn’t be if it weren’t for the bright lights coming from the notebook screen. You sighed, turning to your side, pushing some of the plushies off the bed, and started to whine.

“Shoto, come on… let’s sleep, please,” you cried out, hoping to get some of your boyfriend’s attention.

“U-uh, yeah, in a minute, babe,” he spoke hurriedly, barely making eye contact before looking back at the screen, focusing on his game again. You groaned, as it was the third time you heard the same thing.

You didn’t like to be the party killer and you knew how much he liked it, but it was already past midnight and you could feel your eyes hurting from looking at those lights. How was he even bearing it being that close to the skin?

Laying on your stomach, you tried to ignore it, block the brightness and the noise with pillows and blankets. Taking a deep breath and trying to relax, but the faint sound of his fingers on the keyboard felt like a direct taunt.

“Shoto, come to bed. Now,” you muttered, giving him his last chance to make the right choice. This time, much to your surprise, it seemed like your words landed deaf on his ears. That was it.

You looked around, staring at the plushies around the bed and picking your victim without giving it much thought. Aiming carefully, you threw it at Shoto, making the plush hit him right at the head, making the boy let out a surprise gasp.

Before he could even protest, you grabbed the chair arm and pulled it, making it spin around and Shoto looked at you, with fear and confusion mixed into his look.

“Is your mic open?”

“N-no? I was playing by mysehEHE- AHAha, nohoh!” You didn’t waste a second before shove your hands into his sides, clawing mercilessly at the spot. You dug your fingers on his lower ribs, making him throw his head back in a loud fit of laughter.

“W-why- ahAHAh, plehehease! No tihihickling, bahahabEHEhehe!” Shoto giggled, shaking his head like a madman while he tried to pry your hands off his body.

“Huh, “babe”?” You grinned, climbing your hands up to his ribs and making him almost kick you out of reflex, “That’s what you have to say after ignoring me?!”

“I’m sohohorry! Plehehease, stahAHahap,” he giggled, scrunching up his nose and closing his eyes as hard as he could, feeling his limbs going weaker from all the laughing. However, you could tell the moment where panic kicked in as soon as your hands reached his underarm.

“NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!” He cried out, cackling as he tried to plead for your mercy.

Shoto, at that moment, hoped his body would melt into the chair just so he could move away. He was cornered, trapped since the first second you laid your hands on him and, to make things worse, it wasn’t like he could escape.

After torturing him with what he would - dramatically - call a “murder attempt”, you stopped moving your fingers, lightly tapping at the spot to keep him giggling.

“Sho~to,” you started, almost singing your words, “would you be a good boy and come to bed with me, hm?”

“Y-yehehe- AHAha, p-plehehease, no mohore!” You chuckled, seeing how much he was squirming from a single poke on his underarm.

“I didn’t quite hear you, what did you say?”

“I wihihill!! Bahahabe, plehehease!”

“That’s better,” you sighed pleased, taking your hands away and placing them on your waist as you watched him recover himself. Once everything was off, you gladly waited for him to snuggle close to you under the blankets, teasing him with a victorious grin on your cheeks.

“You are mean…” Shoto muttered, pouting as he rested his chin on top of your head.

“It’s not my fault you are so stubborn, but thankfully you are ticklish just as much,” you giggled as he whined. You hugged each other while the silence took over all the noises and, finally, you could finally have your good night of sleep.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"Stop pretending that you’re fine! You need first aid!" with Levi obvi. You can do either one saying it 😗

drabble me up, Scotty 👉🏻👉🏻 (sorry that sounded funnier in my head I'm gonna leave now)

DRABBLE ME UP SCOTTY 💀💀

send me some drabble prompts!

First Aid | Canonverse Fluff Drabble

✧ word count ➼ < 500 ✧ notes ➼ canonversef, protective!levi

Expeditions were dangerous. You knew this. Levi knew this. He regularly tried to keep you from going on them, but you were stubborn and you were another soldier in the Survey Corps, so he technically didn't have any real way of stopping you.

You felt an overwhelming need to prove him wrong and that you didn't need his protection on the battlefield. Unfortunately, that stubbornness ended up exposing you to careless mistakes and before you knew it, you were flying through the sky after getting yanked out of the air from a Titan grabbing onto your mobility gear.

Luckily, you were able to detach and adjust before you got slammed into the ground, but you still found yourself flying through the trees at speeds too fast for you to comprehend.

You felt a strong pair of arms catch you as you were flying through the sky, gradually slowing down your fall so that you didn't end up sliding against the rough terrain. When you were able to finally reorient yourself and open your eyes, you saw a pair of intense, but worried gray eyes staring back into yours.

Your entire body hurt. You were all scratched up and you felt a stinging pain in your side, accompanied by the warm, wet feeling of blood seeping through your shirt. It wasn't anything fatal, but it was bleeding quickly enough to quickly bring a worry to Levi's eyes.

"P-Put me down, Levi," you muttered. He was currently carrying you bridal-style after catching you.

He gave you a skeptical look but slowly lowered your legs so that you could stand.

However, you quickly stumbled, barely able to put weight onto your legs without your entire ribcage in addition to the wound on your side screaming in pain. Levi quickly caught you, having expected this.

"Let's get you back to base," he said quietly.

"But what about the others?" you asked, referring to the other Scouts that were working on clearing the area you were previously in.

"They're capable and more importantly: not injured. We're getting you back to base," he said sternly.

You scowled at him.

"I'm fine, Levi, I can still help-!!!"

You stumbled forward and he had to catch you again.

"Tch, quit pretending that you're fine, _____!" he scolded, getting irritated at how stubborn you were. "You need first aid."

You were breathing heavily as you felt the pain reverberating throughout your body.

"...Fine," you eventually admitted, "but this doesn't say shit about my ability to be on the battlefield."

Levi gave you a wary look.

"I wasn't going to say that it did. Is that why you've been recklessly charging into shit?"

You glanced away, frowning.

"You're such a dumbass," he said with an eye roll. "I never said you were incapable, just reckless."

He glanced at you as a slight pout formed on your face.

"Now let's get your reckless ass back to base so I can get you patched up."

[intheticklecloset]

Nym Is Doing TickleTober 2024!

The time has quickly reached us once again for TickleTober! Last year I did it all on my own because that's what I was feeling, but this time I want to do a combination of that and including you guys, so here's how it's going to work!

There will be 15 prompts up for grabs! I'm sure you all know the drill - pick a number and a character or pairing to submit as an entry. I will be choosing the prompt that most interests me to do, so it is NOT first come, first served. Please double-check my fandom list before submitting! (I've updated it recently with a new "Temporary Fandoms" section, too!) If I receive an entry that falls within my restrictions I will discard it immediately.

I'll be accepting prompts until all are filled, or NO LATER than September 15 at 5 PM PST, whichever comes first!

The prompt list below is in NO PARTICULAR ORDER! These are not specific days you're choosing; just the prompt. I want to have SOME element of trick or treat, after all! 🎃

Fall leaves

Caramel apple

Moon

Pumpkins

Shiver

Black cat

Boo!

Haunted house

Skeleton

Decorations/costumes

Scary movie

Ghost/graveyard

Scream

Shadows

Halloween party

I look forward to seeing what you all submit! Good luck~ 🎃

[outtoshatter]

Welcome, one and all, to the results of our single day server event: Drabble Royale!

We spent the day writing as many single, double, and triple drabbles as we could to bring YOU, dear reader, more Dungeons and Daddies content. Below, observe the fruits of our labors and maybe drop a kudos and even a comment to the hard working writers that participated!

Interested in things like this? We'll be doing more in the DnDoods fan server soon! Come join us! :D

First up, Kibbles423 with eight drabbles for the day! They did seven single drabbles and one triple drabble, which is awesome! Neon Green | 100 | G Party Planners | 100 | G Weed Killer | 100 | G Devil's advocate | 100 | T Snack time | 100 | T Goodbye | 100 | M Long time no see | 100 | G A Consuming love | 300 | G

A Consuming Love is a side story for Kibbles' longer story, A Consuming Faith! Check it out :D

Next we have tinymushroom who came at us with a one hit KO!

Check out demonic endurance right here, at 300 words and rated T!

I'm next on the list! I wrote a total of ten drabbles yesterday, with five single drabbles, three double drabbles, and two triple drabbles! Check them out here:

Dinner and a Show | 100 | G Memory | 200 | T Post-it Note Scandal | 100 | GPermanent | 100 | T Formula | 200 | GDon't Wait | 100 | GSacrifice | 300 | TFlawless | 100 | TForecast | 200 | GPottery Lessons | 300 | G

Next is EmMurph! She wrote two triple drabbles yesterday! Spectacularly done!

Check them out here: Under the Sea | 300 | G & A Heavenly Reunion | 300 | G

Now we've got Theradiohost, who wrote six triple drabbles! Terrific!

Something torn from the Close family | 300 | GWould you still love me if I was a spider | 300 | GProposals | 300 | GSomething Stupid | 300 | GA little bit of music | 300 | GIn Love (Just By A Hair) | 300 | G

And finally, we've got PopcornKwantum who graced us with four triple drabbles yesterday, woohoo!!

The smell of demon blood | 300 | TA Normal breakfast | 300 | TBiting off someone's arm is not a love language | 300 | GVampire favoritism | 300 | T

Thank you all of our participants, this was so fun!! I can't wait to do it again

[geralehane]

Divorce, but Rhaenyra’s still fighting for them and Alicent finally gives them another chance

full disclosure: i listened to taylor swift’s ‘dress’ while writing this

“Mrs Hightower—‘ 

“It’s Ms Hightower, Coleen.”

The young assistant gulps. “Yes. Of course. I’m so sorry—“

Alicent sighs. “What is it, Coleen?” 

“Well,” the man - the boy, really, just a wisp over twenty one - falters, clasping his thin fingers together. He really tries, bless his heart. It can’t be easy being an assistant to them both. Not that Alicent had any say in that. 

“Well?” She prompts him when it becomes clear he won’t follow up. 

Coleen gulps again. “Mrs Targaryen is here for her scheduled meeting.” 

Of course she is. 

Alicent sighs again, glancing at the clock. “You how, technically, she is also Ms Targaryen,” she points out, unnecessarily and largely rhetorically. “Just - let her in, and you may go. I mean it, Coleen. It’s a quarter past six, why are you still here?” 

“Mrs Targaryen - I mean, Ms Targaryen — she really insists on being addresses as Mrs, you know, “ Coleen babbles, his face growing more and more red with each word, and - Gods, she really needs to make it easier for the lad. At the same time, perhaps Coleen would feel more comfortable with a different manager. 

“Fine,” she cuts him off just before he’s seemingly about to hyperventilate. “Please send her in.” 

Coleen barely squeaks out a goodbye as he dashes out of her office. An exact minute later, the self-proclaimed Mrs Targaryen waltz in like she owns the place - which, she will, in a couple of years at most. 

Alicent doesn’t even lift her head from the printed out financial reports. “I would appreciate it if you got right to it, Rhaenyra,” she says, her voice neutral. “I was hoping to finish early.”

Her ex-wife - and current headache - cocks her head to the right, looking very much like a very naughty, very self-assured puppy. “Oh? Have a hot date or something of the sorts?” 

“Not that it’s any of your business since we’ve signed those papers,” Alicent retorts, finally meeting Rhaenyra’s twinkling blue eyes, “but no. The only ‘hot date’ I have is myself.” 

That stupid smirk. “Speaking from personal experience,” Rhaenyra drawls, quietly, “it’s arguably the hottest date you’ll ever have.” 

Alicent sighs. Again. Seems like all she does lately is fucking sigh. “Rhaenyra.”

“Alicent.” 

“Is there an actual point to this charade, or are you simply exploiting another opportunity to harass me?” 

At that, Rhaenyra looks actually hurt; Alicent hates how the look on her stupid handsome face makes something deep within her chest twinge with guilt. 

A second passes, and it’s gone. Rhaenyra clears her throat and speaks. “I do have a work-related reason for this meeting, believe it or not. Spending time with you is just an added bonus.” Before Alicent can scoff and retort, Rhaenyra’s face grows serious. Actually serious. “I need your help.” 

Despite the sincerity of Rhaenyra’s gaze, Alicent snorts. “What could I possibly help you with?” 

“Financial fraud,” Rhaenyra says quietly. At Alicent’s frozen expression, she snorts. “Not committing it, obviously. But.” She glances around, which is honestly ridiculous considering thy are in a closed, very private office. “Look - I have reason to believe the Stepstones documents are… murky, at best. I need a trained eye to take a look at them.” Blue eyes search hers, earnest and serious for once. “You’re the best in the field. And, more importantly, you have my absolute trust.” 

Alicent can’t hold back a scoff. “Wish I could say the same,” she mutters under her breath. 

Rhaenyra hears. Judging by her tense jaw, she hates that remark. Yet, impressively, she lets it slide. “I can’t order a full-scale audit because they’ll just cover it up before it even starts. It can’t be anything official at this point. It has to be quiet. But if I’m right…” Alicent watches as Rhaenyra takes a deep, steadying breath. “That would mean enormous proceedings. Might mean actual sentences for some people. I’m barely holding Daemon back, at this point, but we’re running out of time — ”

“Gods,” Alicent interrupts her, with a roll of her eyes. “Daemon is involved?” 

“I couldn’t very well take it to my father, now could I?” 

“Could have been a wiser choice. Actually, let me rephrase that. Anyone but Daemon would have been a wiser choice.” 

“Well. I’m taking it to you, aren’t I?” 

Gods. She could never truly say no to Rhaenyra’s begging gaze. Unless your marriage was involved. 

Alicent swallows, and pushes that thought back to the back of her mind. “Fine. I’ll take a look,” she half-says, half-warns as Rhaenyra’s whole face lights up. “That’s it. And if it turns out to be a fluke, you owe me.” 

Blue eyes are alight with badly hidden longing. “I’ll owe you either way.” 

// 

Rhaenyra absolutely set this up on purpose. 

“I can quite literally find out if there’s any discrepancies if you get me excel files of all this,” Alicent points out, brow arched as she takes a look at all of the paper folders currently flooding her desk. “It would take me about an hour. Most of the work would be done by my laptop.” 

Her ex-wife blinks at her. 

“We don’t have access to those,” she says, innocently. “If Laena tries to download them, we’ll be breaking the law, too, won’t we?” 

Not really - at least not to any serious extent, Alicent doesn’t think. But it’s the sight of Rhaenyra clutching a folder in one hand and their takeout sushi in the other, suit jacket unbuttoned and tie skewed. 

Don’t lie to yourself, at least. Lie to anyone but yourself, Alicent. 

She sighs. “Fine. Let’s just get to it.” 

//

Rhaenyra starts her old song as early as their second night together, spent hunched over historical Stepstones reports. “You were always a vision in green, you know.” 

Alicent throws a chopstick her way without looking. “Do shut up, darling.” 

//

She doesn’t shut up. But Alicent should’ve known. And she had, really - had known all along what she had signed up for, why she has signed up for it, even. 

She just hasn’t anticipated, in all honestly, for this to blow over this spectacularly. 

“I was willing to work through this!” Rhaenyra all but shouts, jaw locked and fists clenched, top buttons of her shirt undone. Angry, aggressive, attractive. “You were the one who served me papers—“

“—After two years of neglect,” Alicent hisses right back. “Two years, Rhaenyra. Two years I stood by you and watched you self-destruct with no end in sight. You’d disappear for weeks, and then come back looking half-dead. You wouldn’t listen to me no matter how I tried, and so - I stopped trying.” 

For almost a minute, no one speaks. Alicent’s breath is ragged, and heavy, like it used to be back when they’d get into this. Rhaenyra is frozen, unmoving.

Then, she swallows. “I want to try,” she says, quiet and - pleading, almost. The silver of her hair is escaping her simple updo, and Alicent has to fight the urge to reach out and tuck it behind her ear. “I know - I know I was an absolute arsehole throughout this entire ordeal, but - I just,” she grins that self-deprecating grin that never failed to make Alicent want to soothe it with her lips, and really, is there even a point in fighting about this? “I can’t do this without you. Or - really, I can, but I don’t want to. You’re the only one I’ve ever really wanted. The only thing I ever truly needed was being with you.” 

And really, how is a woman supposed to turn that down?

Well, quite easily, of course, if it were simply that. But it’s not. For the past year, Rhaenyra has been consistently stepping up. From rehab to finally taking the rightful reins and accepting responsibility at Viserys’s company - being a pain in Alicent’s arse in the process notwithstanding - she’s been proving herself. 

And even if she hadn’t, Alicent has simply missed her wife too much to say no to this improved version of her.

//

It’s somewhere around round number three that Alicent finally figures it out. 

“The contractor companies,” she all but pants as Rhaenyra slowly nuzzles her neck, revving her up for round four. It's entirely unfair just how well she knows her body. “Rhaenyra. Wait. It’s not the income versus profits. It’s in the third-party payouts.” 

Rhaenyra’s sharp lips form the most textbook pout known to humankind. “Really,” she states more than asks. “You’re thinking about that now?” To further demonstrate her point, she digs her fingers into the flesh of Alicent’s naked hips under the hiked pencil skirt. 

Alicent gasps. And, after a quick yet wonderfully deep and dirty kiss pressed to Rhaenyra’s pout, she pushes her ex-wife off of her. 

“Oh, come on,” Rhaenyra complains, half-heartedly, but Alicent is already on her feet, back to her renewed mission. 

“Hush, you,” she throws over her naked shoulder. “You’ll get to have me as many times as you’d like once we head home.” 

Strong arms circle her waist while she pours over the papers with new determination. 

“Home,” Rhaenyra murmurs. “I quite like the sound of that. Would you like your mushy peas now, my love?”  

She presses a distracted kiss to Rhaenyra’s brow. “Yes, please. Thank you, darling.” 

“Also - see? It wasn’t just a ruse to get you back.” 

Alicent rolls her eyes at that, sparing her - ex? - wife an impatient glance. “As if you’d need a ruse,” she says. “I only agreed because I clearly knew where this would end up.” 

“With me knuckles deep inside y—“ 

“Peas, please. Now.” 

It’s only after another deep kiss that Rhaenyra wills herself to saunter off, a self-satisfied smirk firm on her lips. “I am deeply and irrevocably in love with you, Alicent Hightower,” she says, as they part. “Just so you know. Thought I’d make that perfectly clear.” 

“Oh,” Alicent says. 

“Shall I swing by your favourite chippy, too?” 

“Gods,” Alicent sighs. “You really do love me.” 

That stupid, lovely smirk. “I really, really do.” 

By the time Rhaenyra’s back, Alicent has it all figured out. As a thank you, Rhaenyra keeps her up till sunrise. 

[anzynai]

300 Follower Event!

hello everyone! thank you for 300 followers! it means a lot to me knowing that so many people enjoy my content so id like to thank you all with a little drabble event teehee ill explain it down below

you will be able to request any of my fandoms!

with genshin impact, i will write for any character with the exclusion of: chiori, xianyun, chevreuse, baizhu, and more if neccessary. (i JUST got caught up and i dont know much about the new characters uninvolved in the archon quest)

i will write a 300 word drabble with the scenario you requested. (do not just give me two characters. please give me something to work with!)

you can specify if you would like tickling or no tickling. considering this is a tk blog, if not otherwise specified, it will be a tk fic.

platonic and romantic pairings are welcome! you may also request an x reader if that suits u!

what u request is very flexible. as long as it isnt very… eccentric/weird, nsfw, or could be deemed inappropriate, anything goes:) it is still recommended that you take a look at my requesting rules, for a more detailed list.

you are also not limited to one request.

i think that wraps it up. if you have any questions, please dont hesitate to ask! and again, thank you for 300 followers!

[thehauntedair]

Zachary Ezra Rawlins sits on the steps of the New York public library, settled comfortably between Patience and Fortitude. In his lap he holds two bouquets of flowers.

The first is a dozen red roses- one for each year, plus or minus a few.

The second is a dozen stories, folded into flowers, lovingly and carefully chosen specifically for the joy they would bring their recipient upon the long-awaited unfolding.

It is 12:59, and he is getting rather impatient, though he knows his date will arrive right on schedule, as always.

Then: 1am.

Zachary looks up.

Dorian is here.

[ugh-yoongi]

happy birthday, jess! ✨ ↳ a hobi drabble event

hello, friends! this saturday, july 22nd, one of my favorite people in the whole universe has a birthday! yes, that’s right: @the-boy-meets-evil has taken another lap around the sun.

just as i did a few months ago, i am asking for your help in celebrating. because i live (and love) to torture jess, i am hereby accepting any hobi requests you may have!

as always:

please see my request guidelines page for a list of content i will not write or engage with.

otherwise, requests can be any genre, trope, idea, etc. you can be as vague or as detailed as you want!

do not send me any explicit requests if you are under the age of 18. i know there’s no way to verify this if requests are sent anonymously, but i am asking any minors to please respect my boundary on this.

i will attempt to make these true drabbles, i.e. under 1k words.

although i’d love to complete everyone’s requests, sometimes inspiration is a fickle mistress and some are easier than others. if yours does not get completed, it’s truly nothing personal, and i save all requests in my inbox in case inspiration strikes randomly.

i will accept requests through the 24th and begin posting them on that day as well. depending on how many i receive, i might be posting through the rest of the month.

two more things: 1) i encourage any and everyone to join me in celebrating jess, so i would love it if you accepted hobi requests of your own! she deserves to suffer; 2) i will also be accepting any and all hobi fic recs you may have! hobi x reader or hobi x member are both welcome—i will make a masterlist of anything that gets sent in.

[ finally, happy birthday, jess! i love you to the moon and back and am so lucky to be your friend. i hope you have the worst-best day! 💖 ]

[aethxr-ash]

for ur new event!! xiao saying prompt 30 + 48, gn!reader pleaseee :D thank u

hello! thanks for submitting this, sorry it took so long!! this is so short (sobs)

sorry if xiao's a little ooc, it's my first time writing him i believe!

reader is gender neutral with they/them or no pronouns used. specific physical descriptors of reader are not used! reader has a nightmare, but it's nothing graphic. 

『••✎••』

"Xiao! Don't leave me here alon-"

"Foolish mortal. Know your place. You're hardly worthy of saying my name, let alone actually being with me."

"XIAO!"

You bolted upright in your bed, tears starting to flow down your cheeks. You covered your face with your hands as shaking sobs escaped your body, absolutely terrified of the nightmare you had just experienced. Although it was merely a dream, it felt like a sign of so much more.

"Xiao... don't leave me here," you whispered amongst your sobs, feeling his presence around you only moments after you had uttered his name.

"Why are you crying." It was more of a statement than a question, Xiao's confusion to human emotions nothing new. 

"It's..." you hesitated to tell him the real reason, worried about what he would say. "Just.. nightmares."

"About what."

"You... leaving me."

He stood there in shock for a moment, trying to process what you had just said. A dream so vile had dared cross your mind? Xiao would never think about leaving you, he loved you far too much for that to happen. He stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do as your sobs returned to shake your body. Xiao reached out a hand and patted your head. "There.. shush your crying now. You're okay."

"I just..." another sob escaped your throat. "I can't.. even thinking about it.."

He recalled reading about couples comforting each other, and sat next to you on the bed, pulling your figure into him to lay on his lap as he calmly stroked your cheek and wiped away your tears. He prayed to the archons that this was the right thing to do, voice uncharacteristically soft as he reassured you. "It's okay to cry."

Your tears gradually stopped falling, and Xiao reached for your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to your wrist, touches feeling as light as the air he wielded. "Nobody can hurt you. Not with me here."

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

M = Mature | A = Angst | F = Fluff

WOOSAN - PROMPT #2 & #12 [M]

WOOYOUNG - PROMPT #3, #4 & #13 [M]

WOOSANHWA - PROMPT #6 [M]

MINGYU - PROMPT #3 & #11 [M]

[aayakashii]

Can I get a ❤️24 and ❤️25 fluffy fic for Jin please?

❤️24 a sleepy kiss

❤️25 a kiss that's an accident

The room was quiet. Harsh sunlight peeked through some of the tall curtains, bathing the room in a dim light. There was a gentle hum in the room, a humidifier working overtime to defeat the dry cold air of the dorm.

It was midday, and Jin was still fast asleep.

You had received Tohma's message just a few minutes before. He claimed he was awfully busy and had to do something at Vagastrom, so he asked you to do him a huge favor and wake up the lazy captain of Frostheim.

Tohma didn't leave much room for arguing, so you had no choice but make your way to Jin's bedroom, already quite used to being the unofficial errand kid of those ghouls – even though you were still a bit bitter about it.

The sounds of your footsteps were crisp and loud in that spacious and mostly empty place. It was probably three times the size of your own room in Clementia's old building, you thought for the hundredth time since you set foot in it.

Jin was laying down on his loyal and old sofa, one arm shielding his eyes while the other rested on his stomach. His lips were slightly parted and he snored quietly, breathing deeply, fully relaxed.

He looked like a porcelain doll, you thought as you kneeled beside his sleeping figure.

Students in Darkwick would always discuss who was the most handsome – Jin or Romeo – and you refused to partake in any conversation about that topic due to your “professional” relationship with both men.

Yet secretly, deep inside, you always thought Jin was the prettiest. He was ethereal, some sort of ice fairy prince, straight out of a fairytale.

And when his face was relaxed and not in the permanent scowl he seemed to have engraved on his features when he was awake, he looked even fairer.

You blinked and shook your head, trying to dissipate those thoughts. You looked like a creep, watching him so closely as he slept, you thought and, for a quick moment, Zenji's boisterous laugh echoed in your mind – a reminder of the day he explained why he watched you as you slept.

You sighed.

Tohma didn't tell you how he usually woke Jin up. He didn't give any instructions on whether you had to be gentle or straight up shake him by the shoulders.

On a second thought, shaking someone who always kept a sword nearby by the shoulders didn't seem like a good idea.

Being gentle was the only option, then.

You stood up on your knees and leaned towards Jin's sleeping figure. Your hands softly touched his shoulders and you gave them an (extremely gentle and careful) squeeze.

“Jin?” you muttered “Jin, it's time to wake up. It's noon.”

The blue haired man furrowed his eyebrows and groaned. He turned to the side, unintentionally facing you, still sound asleep.

“Jin.” you touched his arm “You have to wake up.”

He murmured what you could only imagine was some sort of ‘no’ and curled into himself. You rolled your eyes.

“Jin. Come on, you gotta wake up. Wake up.” getting a little impatient, you raised your voice a little, giving his arm another squeeze, and that finally seemed to work.

Jin's icy blue eyes opened up slowly, still foggy with sleep. He blinked a few times, staring at you but seemingly not processing the fact that you were actually in front of him.

You suddenly noticed how close your faces were to each other.

His eyes scanned your face for a second, before his arm reached out to you, pulling you towards him by your neck.

You barely had a moment to think of what was happening before Jin locked his lips onto yours, in a chaste kiss.

His eyes closed once again, sleep still taking control of his body, while yours widened to the size of saucers.

You didn't know what to do with your hands as he drowned you in his kiss, while Jin's slid from your neck to your cheek, tenderly cupping your face.

The sound of his lips gently sucking on yours as he kissed you repeatedly made your face burn with a heat that could quite probably melt all the ice in Frostheim.

It wasn't until he nibbled on your bottom lip and you let out a small moan that sleep seemed to finally leave his body.

Jin let go of your face with a startle, quickly scooting closer to the back of his sofa, trying to create distance between you two. You blinked repeatedly, trying to ground yourself after that sudden attack, as Jin pinched his own arm.

“You're- you're really here?” Jin gasped, his eyes widening like never before.

You swallowed hard, nodding slowly, not really trusting your own voice at that moment.

“Did I just- did I just-” he pointed to his lips and then to you. “You?”

You nodded dumbly again.

Jin groaned, rubbing a hand on his face as he propped himself on his elbow. You could faintly hear him grumble something about ‘how he could swear that it was just a dream’.

“Where's Tohma?” he sat up on the sofa, glaring down at your dumbfounded figure.

You got up slowly, finally coming back to your senses as you felt your feet tingle after kneeling for that long.

“He asked me to wake you up.” you said, softly tapping your feet on the marble floor to bring back the blood flow.

Jin groaned at your response.

"Of course. I'm going to kill him." he growled, scowling like usual.

You stood awkwardly, still tapping your feet, as you tried your hardest not to stare at his lips. It didn't take long before his irritation was directed at you.

“Well, obviously you were quite successful with your little task. You're dismissed now.” he said, getting up and pushing you unceremoniously towards the door.

“W-wait but we have to talk about what just-” you protested.

“You're dismissed” he repeated, with a final push, closing the door on your face with a loud slam.

And despite how hard he tried to avoid your gaze, you didn't miss how his cheeks, his neck and the tip of his ears were a furious shade of red.

Drabble event rules and prompt lists

[lovelynim]

Hiii!! Congrats for reaching 300 followers, you deserve them and even more 😸

If I'm not too late, I'd like to propose an idea for the drabble event with lee Tighnari and ler Cyno (as a romantic ship) 👉👈

It's set when they were both students at the Akademiya and they're working on a chemistry experiment together, but Cyno does something wrong and everything explodeds. No one gets injured but they're all covered by a red pigment so they have to shower. When they're done, Cyno notices that Tighnari is still sulking about the failed experiment and he thinks of a way to cheer him up

He points out that the fennec has some red pigment that wasn't washed away (obviously it's not true), and pokes Tighnari on that spot, then gives him another poke, and another, and another, until he starts tickling him for real until he forgets about the experiment

I'm sorry if the idea was too long or too detailed, if you don't choose to write it I won't mind at all 🥰 Felice anno nuovo 💚🤍❤️ (Happy new year)

Reddish

Genshin Impact - Tighnari x Cyno

A/N: Sooo, I know this was supposed to be for the Drabble Event, but the prompt was so well written that I felt I’d waste it if I only wrote a drabble… Then, here am I, humbly offering you this fic. Thank you so much for your kind words and support and I hope you like it!

Summary: After a failed experience, Cyno tries to find a way to make Tighnari smile again.

Word count: 1323 words

Tighnari muttered something under his breath, using a towel to dry off his hair and ears, with some extra care on the latter. What a bad idea. The recently borrowed shirt was a little too big for the fennec fox, but it was the best Cyno could borrow him at that point. Tighnari was wearing an oversized shirt and shorts, with his legs and arms bare, a comfort clothing to spend the night at someone’s dorm. 

“Sorry, I don’t think I have anything smaller,” the other student pointed out, his voice coming from behind. With one hand over his hip, Cyno watched the other student from the door. With his chest bare a towel over his still-half-wet hair, he had only a pair of light trousers on. 

Tighnari turned his head back to the wall as soon as his eyes landed on Cyno, feeling the heat taking place at his face just from the sight. “A-ah, don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” he replied in a hurry, coughing to clean his throat. The other could see how the fennec’s ears lowered and his tail curled moments before he continued to talk.

“Also, I’m sorry for earlier,” he muttered with embarrassment in his voice, using his hand to hold his arm, “I should have helped you…”

A few hours ago, the two of them were experimenting with some flowers Tighnari picked the other day. Despite not knowing their exact nature, the two students were confident enough to start working with the plants, after all, it could be the start of a research that would greatly contribute to the Akademiya’s projects. 

Mashing a few petals, mixing them up, adding some liquid and pouring them together in a flask. In the worst case scenario, it should only be a waste of time… or, at least, they thought so. 

Being his major, Tighnari was the one conducting the whole experiment, studying how the components of the flower would react to different stimuli. And, at some point, he requested his laboratory assistant (and secret crush), Cyno, to pour the flask’s contents into a bowl with some powder they prepared earlier. 

The goal was to see what kind of effects a cream produced with said flower would have. However, what they didn’t expect was that the mixture started to foam. 

Confused by the results, it was then that the students realized their mistake: instead of the powder, Cyno had poured the liquid into a bowl with some kind of yeast that was supposed to go into a later step of their experiment. Then, in a matter of seconds, the foam became thicker, bubbles started to form and, before they could cover themselves, boom.

Despite the loud sound that left Tighnari stunned for a few seconds, the only thing harmed was their ego. The laboratory was a mess, their clothes were a mess and so was anything in a radius of a few meters from the bowl. To make things worse, the red pigment of the flower was covering the whole scene. Even the rooftop was tainted in that bright reddish tone. 

Because of their impeccable historics as students, their professor let them slide out of it with just a short scolding and a simple punishment: they would have to clean the laboratory. 

From the moment of the explosion to the moment when they finally managed to get the red stains out of the ceiling, Tighnari was dead silent. And Cyno could tell how upset he was just by that. He wouldn’t mind messing up this kind of thing, but making the fennec fox so frustrated was worse than having to walk around the Akademiya covered in a bright red color from head to toe. 

And that's why he knew he needed to do something about it.

Back to the present, Cyno was trying to come up with the right words, wanting to say something to ease his friend’s frustration.

“It’s me who should be apologizing, Nari,” he spoke softly, taking a deep breath to gather the courage he needed at that moment and stepping inside the room. “If I acted more carefully, your experiment would have turned out right.”

There was no answer. Tighnari just kept sulking in the corner of the bedroom, without even looking back. Alright, let’s try again, Cyno thought.

“A-and who cares about what the others say? I mean, who are they to even judge us for a single mistak-”

He stopped himself from finishing his sentence once he noticed it had zero effect. He needed a different approach. 

“Nari… well, ahm…”

“Yes?” Tighnari said in an emotionless tone, slightly turning his head to look at the other student. 

“I think… ah, yes, I think I saw some red spots on your arm!” He said, reaching out for Tighnari’s hand without a second thought, pulling the other towards his bed.

“W-what? I’m sure I washed them awahay- ahah, C-Cyno, what are you dohoing?” He asked between soft chuckles, twisting and turning around as the other kept pinching and poking his torso.

“I’m trying to get rid of them, stop moving!” Cyno smiled, pushing Tighnari closer and closer to the mattress.

“T-this is a clean shihirt, how ahare yo- WAAH!” The fennec gasped in surprise when he was cornered against the bed, falling on his back on top of it. 

Once he had the other laid down, Cyno wasted no time and sat on his lap, sneaking his hands inside the large shirt, scribbling over the fox’s sides and stomach. “Let me help you, Nari ~” 

Tighnari could swear he saw Cyno grinning, but he wasn’t sure. As soon as his crush’s hands made contact with his bare skin, the only thing he could do was to throw his head back and press his eyes shut, as if it would somehow ease the feeling.

“NoHOHoho, C-Cyno plehehEASEHE!” Tighnari pleaded while trying to push Cyno away, placing both his hands on the other’s shoulders, hoping to defend himself against the tickling.

“Please? You don’t even need to ask twice, Nari… It’s my pleasure to help you,” Cyno grinned, feeling how the other’s legs kicked the air behind him. “I think there is a stain right heeere,” he teased, vibrating his finger against one of Tighnari’s ribs.

“AHAhaha, y-yohou aAHare n-not hehehelping! CoHOhohme on!”

“Then, Nari, what am I doing, hm?” Cyno muttered, letting his hands travel as they pleased inside Tighnari’s shirt, exploring each inch of bare skin they could find and drawing the sweetest laughter he ever heard out of the fox with each touch.

Cornering Tighnari against the mattress, Cyno leaned closer to his face. The fennec fox had his arms clasped down against his sides, with his hands clenched into fists resting over his chest and, for Cyno, that was the perfect position to trap him.

Keeping a light tickling over his hips and lower sides, Cyno kissed the other’s forehead, making Tighnari wide his eyes in surprise.

“Don’t blame yourself for that experiment, ok? You have a really pretty smile, Nari, don’t waste it frowning like that,” Cyno said fondly, looking down at the fox in silence for a few seconds.”Hey, Nari,” he resumed to speak, pulling his hands away and freeing the other student from the tickling.

“Y-yes, Cyno?” Tighnari said, with an uneven breath pace and still processing what just happened.

“I think there is some pigment left on your face too. All over it, heh,” he joked, with a grin on his lips. Before the other could even protest back, Cyno was already holding Tighnari’s wrists, keeping them pinned next to his head, making the fox gasp in surprise. “or is it something else?”

“Yes, it’s you, you big lummox, not the pigment,” the fennec admitted, sighing and turning his head away. 

“Yeah? Then let’s take care of it, Nari ~” 

That experiment could not be the beginning of a new research, but it was definitely the beginning of something else. 

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Hi Kat, I think this will be my first request for you ever! 😁

So for the Injury prompts I'm thinking number 6 with the dialogues 14 and 20.

Also could the reader be the one taking care of Levi after a pretty nasty expedition? Looking forward to your creation! ❤️

is it really?! :D i've also sucked at doing the actual scenario/hc requests in general so :'D listen school sucked and now im trying to pump out this fic and-

send me some injury prompts! :3

➼ prompt #6: staying the night in case they need your help, being asked to sleep on the bed instead of the couch/floor ➼ dialogue #14: "I... thought I lost you..." ➼ dialogue #20: "Don't even try to get up" || "Watch me!" *stumbles and falls on the ground*

✧ word count ➼ 800+ ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, levi being stubborn, reader and levi being awkward in their relationship, not proofread ✧ warnings: mentions of injury

In a rare turn of events, you found yourself walking an injured Levi back to his apartment instead of the other way around. You were used to losing comrades after expeditions. Being in the Scouts basically meant being sentenced to death. You knew this, yet you still joined, and let yourself get attached.

You were silent as you helped a limping Levi get home. He had a close call—too close—with a thunder spear and found himself thrown several yards through the forest. He was okay, but was definitely beat up and needed stitching in the few places that did get torn up due to the shrapnel from the spear.

Now that he had gotten the stitching done, he just found himself in a lot of pain. You helped him through the door and sat him down on the couch in his living room, the silence unbroken.

"Could you look at me?" Levi asked quietly.

You slowly turned towards him at looked at him with an unamused expression.

"What the hell is that look for?" he asked, sounding offended.

You averted your gaze again, unsure of what to say.

"You haven't said a word on our way here," he spoke, his tone growing bitter. "If you're going to just ignore me, then fuck off and leave."

There was an excessive amount of hostility in his voice.

You responded by suddenly pulling him into a gentle hug, taking extra care to not move him too much so that you didn't cause him any more pain. You buried your face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry, I just..."

Levi raised his hand and put it on your back to pull you in.

"Just what?" he said softly.

"I...thought I lost you..."

You pulled back from him, your eyes glistening from the tears that were threatening to build up. You were devastated when you heard the explosion and saw him get thrown through the air. You held the sides of his face as your eyes glanced at the scratches that had assaulted his face.

You gently pressed your lips against his, focusing on the feeling of his lips pressing against yours to remind yourself that he was still there in front of you.

"Stay with me tonight," he whispered.

You scoffed as you pulled away from him.

"You think I was going to leave your dumb ass on your own after you can barely walk home on your own?"

Your eyes softened as you saw a small pout form on his face at your comment.

"It's late," you said as you started to get up. "Let me grab you some stuff for the night so you can get settled in. Don't move."

"Tch," the pout on Levi's face quickly turned into a disapproving frown as he began to attempt to get up. "I'm not a fucking child."

"Don't even try to get up, Levi Ackermann," you scolded.

"Watch me," Levi grumbled as he pushed himself up before his ribcage screamed in pain and he ended up falling towards the ground.

You knew he was going to fall as soon as he got up, so you quickly ran over to catch him before he made contact with the floor and gently lowered him back onto the couch.

"For someone known to be Humanity's Strongest Soldier™, you sure do make stupid decisions sometimes."

Levi didn't respond and shot a glare in your direction.

"At this rate, I'm going to have to sleep in your room with you just to make sure you don't make any more dumb decisions."

He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Where else were you going to sleep?"

"Couch, probably."

"Like hell you are," Levi said with a scoff.

Although you and Levi had been seeing each other for a few weeks, you have yet to share a bed or even spend the night together. As a result, Levi even implying the act of sleeping in the same bed with you made your cheeks begin to heat up.

"Well," you began to speak as you tried to recover from the blush that was rapidly approaching on your face. "It seems more comfortable than the floor-"

"Are you serious?" Levi asked with an annoyed expression.

"About what?"

"Just get in bed with me, you fucking brat."

He averted his gaze and you noticed that his ears were slightly pink, which brought a subtle smile to your face.

"Don't make me say it again."

"Oh," you finally responded after a while after realizing that spending the night in Levi's bed was not a hypothetical and that he was actually asking you to.

"Tch," he said as he rolled his eyes. "You're such a pain in the ass."

"Says the one that got caught near a rogue thunder spear blast," you retorted.

"A fluke."

"Sure it was."

Levi frowned at you.

"I changed my mind. You're leaving."

He began to point at the door, but you quickly pulled him into another kiss, prompting him to lower his arm as he returned the gesture.

You pulled away and rested your forehead on his before whispering.

"Like hell I am."

[the-boy-meets-evil]

happy birthday, jewel! 💕 ↳ a jin (and jeonghan) drabble event

today, one of my absolute favorite people in the world is celebrating a birthday. i'm so thankful for our friendship and what better way to celebrate another turn around the sun for my beloved @ugh-yoongi than a drabble event? (i'm hoping to inflict half as much pain on her as she does on me) so send me a request for jin (or jeonghan because we're multis at heart) here.

some guidelines:

please do not send requests if you're under 18. i know i can't verify this, but you shouldn't be here anyway!

i don't write any dark fic on the more extreme side such as: rape, noncon/dubcon, yandere, sexual assault, abuse, graphic violence, incest, etc. or any kink that's on the more extreme side

any pairing is fine, or you can leave it up to me, but it should include jin.

or, because i'm a multi at heart, you can also send jeonghan requests.

i am going to try to keep this under 1k, but inspiration is a weird thing.

requests are open until oct. 28th, but i will try to start posting them this coming week!

finally, please feel free to also accept jin requests for jewel's birthday. she's such an amazing human and i would love to see other people torture her (affectionately) along with me.

in conclusion, happy birthday to jewel! i love you a lot and i'm so thankful we became friends and we get to do stupid shit together.

drabble masterlist you can't even say it - seokjin x gn!reader, 1.3k words, fluff

[arlertdarling]

100+ follower event ♡

EVENT CLOSED

thank you to everyone who has participated!

i’ll aim to complete the rest of your requests this month, but keep in mind that i’m starting/still figuring out my next steps in education, so i’ll probably be quite busy and there may be delays, in which case i will let you know.

your patience and understanding is really appreciated and thank you again to those who have supported me and/or sent in a request<3

i never thought i’d actually be doing one of these, but here i am, at 100+ followers!? i was honestly quite shocked when i reached 50, but to think there’s twice as many of you now? it literally blows my mind, so thank you! i know it’s not a huge milestone but it means a lot to me and to celebrate, i’ve decided to do this request event!

this is my first time doing something like this and i don’t want to overwhelm myself, so the event will close after 10 requests and they’ll just be drabbles/short oneshots (200-800 words) — though i may be open to doing more, if i get that many and feel up to it! i’m not sure how long they’ll take me, but i’ll post updates on my progress.

below you’ll find more info and some rules about the event, so please read everything if you are interested in participating<3

reblogs are appreciated!

rules

sfw only

1 character per request and up to 2 requests per person

i prefer writing gender neutral and (relatively) ambiguous readers, so please don’t ask for specific characteristics

please refer to my general writing rules for what themes/content i do and don’t write

i’d prefer if you were following me but that’s not a requirement

i may decline your request (e.g. if it makes me uncomfortable or doesn’t abide by my rules)

if you have any questions, send me an ask!

characters

armin arlert

eren jaeger

mikasa ackerman

levi ackerman

hange zoë

genres

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort

prompts

gentle

bouquet

dawn

balcony

stereo

rain

party

dessert

moon

warmth

gift

blanket

pearls

dream

drive

teacup

garden

photograph

movie

haircut

TAKEN REQUEST SLOTS 10/10

in your request, please include a character, a genre and a prompt, AU OR trope!

you can also specify if you’d like it to be platonic or romantic and set in canon or a modern AU. if not specified, i’ll choose romantic and the setting i think fits.

examples:

hi! could i have a platonic hurt/comfort drabble for levi with the prompt ‘blanket’?

for the event, i’d like a fluffy childhood friends to lovers drabble for armin in canonverse!

can i request an angst drabble set in modern AU for eren with the ‘rain’ prompt?

for your follower event, i’d like to request a fluff drabble set in a flower shop AU with florist!hange

at the end of the event, i’ll make a mini masterlist of all the completed requests. you will also be able to find them, and any other event posts/updates, under the tag #{♡} juno’s 100+ event !!

thank you again to everyone who has followed me, reblogged, commented on and supported my writing! i’m looking forward to your requests<3