#How Shall We Stop Dreams AU

[copinghex]

Behind the curtains | T.S

Summary: You, who once dreamed of being an actress, find out Tommy wasn't supportive as you thought he was | dark!AU

A/N: In dark!Tommy we (should not) trust.

The street was bustling far too much for a Thursday evening. With the sunset near, the cold breeze brought a shiver under your delicate shawl, a gift from Tommy, the pattern gave you a soft yet elegant look, just like every clothing he provided.

Inside Small Heath's church, everything could be heard, a tiny ginger woman thanked the priest in the confessional and walked away, her heels against the wood floors echoed in the whole building. Outside, cars drove by the street and groups marched on the sidewalk.

The few remaining sun rays shone through the stained glasses, painting colored shapes on the walls. At the altar, the candles burned warm orangish on the hem of Mother Mary's veil.

Your heart stung, tears threatening to run down your face, not even the sacred place served some relief, perhaps only going back in time would, back before you ever rented a room on Watery Lane.

“Alone for once, Mrs. Shelby?” the priest asked.

“I'm never alone, father, not for long,”

“Well,” the old man smiled in pity, “would you like to confess?”

“No, I just-” few tears ran down which you quickly brushed off, “I thought I was marrying a sinner, but I guess I married the devil himself,”

“These are strong words, some sins might be worse than others, nonetheless are all sins, worthy of forgiveness for those who regret,” he reprimanded, “is it alright if I leave you alone? I promised to visit a sick child,”

You nodded and he left, it was the first time you were alone in a long while. Tapping your feet on the floor, there was nothing more to do than wait, peeking at the watch on your wrist, it wouldn't take long for you to be found.

The devil walked through the door exact twelve minutes later, you didn't even have to look, only recognize his walking pattern.

“Know the truth and the truth shall set you free,” you said.

“John, eight thirty-two,” he stood beside your bench, “this doesn't seem like a theater to me,”

Earlier that day, you told Tommy you'd watch a play for the evening, the sudden change of events led you to the local church, “I couldn't stand watching it knowing I could be on the stage,”

“It's really a shame, isn't it?”

“Oh, stop it!” you snapped, “The director told me everything! He showed me a resigning document I never signed!”

Tommy's face closed off, taking a cigarette from his pack, he sat near you, “Mr. Thompson talks too much,”

“He showed me proof, my signature in a paper I never saw! How could you do this to me?!”

“How could you do that to me?” he challenged, “I let a woman go to New York with my baby in her womb, I let her sail away for a promising life with you,”

“Oh,” you scoffed, “the woman who betrayed you?”

“She was more willing to marry me than you ever was,” the comparison and disdain in his words hurt you, “I had proposed to you, you said you needed to think, but you know what hurts the most? I knew if Thompson casted you for another play, you'd had left me without question,”

Your chest weighed in tension, Tommy never talked to you so frankly and the impact your previous insecurity had on him seemed to turn at you with full force. To you, it was simply being divided between a career and marriage. To him, it was an ultimate act of betrayal, a spurn of his love.

“Why didn't you take her then? Why not sail to New York? To a more certain future?” you hesitated.

The humiliation of the first answer to cross Tommy's mind would never leave his lips. Because he loved you. He gulped, looking at you with squinted eyes.

“You don't know what you're saying,” he drawled, “you'd be nothing without me,”

“You took away my choice! I spent months waiting to be casted, waiting for a call I'd never get and you knew it,”

“I did, I spared you from a life of supporting roles,”

“Is that what you tell yourself? To feel less guilty?”

“What about this,” Tommy offered, “this item is done, I lied and you found out, now you go to the car, we go home and I treat you right for the night,”

“You can't possibly think sex will fix this,” standing up, you walked past him heading to the door.

Pragmatic as you were, the next logical decision would be leaving him. Tommy ruined your dream, sabotaging and betraying you, he also rooted himself deep inside your heart.

As pragmatic you were, the possibility of leaving him never existed and as tears ran down your face, you walked straight to his car.

[peachesofteal]

hi peach! as much as i love the dead disco omegaverse au and its angst, im desperately in need for just a gram of fluff with these boys 😔🙏

Ask and ye shall receive ✨

No warnings / no au / pre relationship

Johnny is trying really hard not to move. He’s practically holding his breath, steadying his chest on his exhales to not jostle where your head lays, ear just over his heart, asleep.

You hardly made it a half hour into the movie that won the vote, and now you’re cozied up, legs over Simon’s lap, face half buried in Johnny. You’re warm, and sweet, curled up like a kitten, content and sleepy between them.

He thinks he might explode. He’s glad you can’t actually hear the way his heart is pounding. You, or Simon. He wants to wrap an arm around your shoulders, pull you in closer and hold you. You’ve only been in their lives a short while, but he keeps wanting more and more, can’t stop himself from thinking about the way you look snuggled between them, how Simon’s smile tilts sideways when he watches you. He wants you to stay here, just like this, for as long as you can. Especially with how exhausted you seemed when you had showed up earlier, worn out from a long week of work.

You had practically collapsed on the couch when they suggested watching a film, and Johnny knew within a few minutes that all they’d be doing tonight was this; cuddling. Hanging out. Watching you sleep.

They didn’t mind. You looked so peaceful, so relaxed, and it brought them a lot of pleasure, if he’s being honest, that you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep here.

It’s like everything is starting to come together, starting to become something besides late night texts and pillow talk. It’s like dreams coming true.

Thick fingers trace the shell of his ear, bringing him back to reality.

“Maybe we should put her in bed.” Simon muses, but his voice pitches low enough that you hear it, shifting awake, blinking eyes wide open.

“‘m up.” You grumble, and Johnny rubs your shoulder.

“Want to come to bed?”

“The movie.” You offer a blind protest, still trying get your bearings as you yawn.

“We can watch it later, darling. You’re exhausted.” Simon responds, and you rub your eyes. You’re so fucking cute, Johnny can hardly stand it.

“Okay.” You sigh, and he expects you start moving, but instead you snuggle down further into the couch, and then turn, shifting your ass in Simon’s torso, and draping your arm over Johnny’s waist. “G’night.” You mumble, and Simon chuckles, lobbing one of the knit blankets that they have over your body.

“Need a bigger blanket.” Johnny hums, smoothing a palm over your forehead, and Simon replies with his eyes already closed.

“Or two.”

[onlymingyus]

Past Kisses

pairing; kim mingyu x reader

genre; fluff, mild angst

warnings; no sexual warnings, mentions reincarnation/past lives, brief knight!mingyu, royal!reader, mention of wives tales

w/c; 1.7k and some change

requested; yes

a/n; i was requested to write a mingyu fluff au, then i was reminded of the saying about moles being where a past lover kissed you the most. mingyu's moles are very important to me. so i hope you enjoy this anon. thank you to @junkissed-replies for beta reading.

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Mingyu laughs, his face turning from you as you place another kiss to the tip of his nose. You had placed so many there that he wondered how his nose wasn’t red from it. That didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the affection. No, on the contrary, Mingyu adored it. 

You listened to his soft laugh as you pressed your lips to his left cheek just above his jaw. His fingers gently scratch along your back to pull you closer to him as the two of you lay in his bed. Mingyu knew his time with you was precious and limited. 

Turning on to his back, he lets his eyes move over your face even as you smile down at him as if he is your entire world. You were so sheltered behind your palace walls but it was his job to keep those walls standing. If it cost him his life, it was his job to keep you safe. 

“You have kissed me from the very moment I rode back through the gates.”

Smiling, you find yourself laughing softly at the knight’s words. He was exaggerating. You had only wished you had been kissing him for that long. One day you would be able to, when he was yours and you were his. One day, your father would allow the two of you to marry and stop hiding behind the walls away from the world. One day, he would stop sending the love of your life off to fight everything that stood in his way. 

“And you are dramatic, Mingyu. I do love you, don’t turn from me. Allow me to look upon you for a while longer?” 

The man sighs softly, his fingers moving to wrap around your wrist before he pulls your hand to his lips so he can kiss the tips of your fingers as he nods. He loved you completely and his very precious, limited time was ticking down. 

“You may do anything that you like.” 

Mingyu watches your smile brighten before you lean to press a kiss to the tip of his nose causing him to laugh. 

“I swear, you kiss me there so often I feel your lips for days on end. It’s like a ghost that follows me wherever I go.” 

Humming into your kisses, you press them along the man’s cheek before finally speaking against his skin. 

“Then I have done my duty. You will never be alone, not even if we are apart. I shall find you in every life henceforth.” 

That was a comforting thought. His fingers move along the back of your head as Mingyu adjusts on the bed under you to get his lips to your own. He smiles against them, pleased to have claimed them before melting into your kiss as if it were his last, as if you were his last. 

Furrowing his brows, Mingyu wakes up to the sound of the car horns blaring at one another from the street below his apartment. He had no idea what time it was, only that the dream he had been lost in had felt so real. Reaching out his hand across the bed as if he will find someone, Mingyu can only sigh when there is no one there. He wasn’t sure why he had thought the person from his dream had been real. 

Sliding from the bed, Mingyu yawns as his feet thud heavily across his wood flooring towards his bathroom. He lets out a whine to the light hitting his eyes before finally forcing himself to look into the mirror as he leans against the counter. 

He wasn’t a knight in the middle ages. He was just some guy in the 21st century who struggled to sleep. Mingyu was just like everyone else. Sighing, he shakes his head turning on the water to cup some into his hand, leaning down to splash what he had gathered onto his face to help bring him back to reality. How could he miss someone who wasn’t even real? 

You run your fingers through your hair as you lean against your kitchen counter, the glass of water in your hand. You hadn’t drank much of it, instead you were staring out the window at the sky. It was maddening how you had the same dream almost every night and yet it never made any more sense than the first time you had it. 

His skin under your lips. The man’s soft laugh in your ears. The sorrow of loss in your heart but a promise that no matter where he was that you would find him. It was all a fairytale. Clearly you had been watching far too much television. 

Morning came far too quickly for you and Mingyu. Responsibilities didn’t seem to care if you slept or if dreams were haunting you. No, life went on and you both had to as well. 

Turning out of his apartment door, Mingyu’s bag on his shoulder, he is ready to hurry down the hall already feeling as if he had a later start to his day when you open the door to your apartment. Your hands too full, he watches the coffee slip from your fingers and hears the whine on your lips before it even hits the ground. 

“Oh no! That’s horrible luck. Let me help.” 

The man’s voice is soothing but you don’t look up at him yet, too focused on checking your clothes for coffee stains. Luckily you had avoided spilling any on yourself, but the floor had been much less fortunate. 

“I’m okay, just incredibly clumsy and you are right, I have the worst luck. Always have.” 

Mingyu smiles, sitting his bag down inside his apartment only going back in to grab some towels before he returns to help you begin to clean up. 

“I do too, but I think it has something to do with my lack of sleep. Some days are better than others. Today, I fear, will be an off day.” 

You could understand that feeling completely, and clearly…it was an off day for you as well. Taking some of the towels from the man you barely let your fingers brush over his before you start to soak up the dark liquid. 

“I have a hard time sleeping too. I’m Y/N, by the way. I’m not sure I’ve ever met you, or many of the neighbors here yet. I just moved in about a month ago.” 

Mingyu nods, he remembered when you moved in, though he had yet to really see you. 

“I’m Mingyu, it’s nice to meet you.” 

Holding out his hand, Mingyu turns his body to finally take a look at you. Though he couldn’t see your face yet, he was already breathless. Something about you was overwhelming and familiar, but when you take his hand and turn to look at him it is as if someone has a remote and presses pause on the rest of the world. 

Your eyes move over the man’s face as if you’ve seen a ghost. Why was the man from your literal dreams beside you? You can’t help when your gaze drops to his nose seeing a single mole at the tip of it, then to his left cheek where another sits above his jaw. 

Mingyu’s fingers shake against yours. This was impossible. Perhaps he had just seen you in the hall and that’s why the person from his dreams was in front of him now. But the look on your face made him question everything. Why did you look just as terrified and yet…relieved as he felt? 

“You…”

Mingyu’s voice is quiet but you can still hear him though your heart beats in your ears like a drum. Your fingers slide from his and as if you aren’t controlling them you cup his cheek. Sliding your thumb over the mole on his cheek, you feel tears pooling in your eyes though you still don’t know why. 

He knows that he should be uncomfortable that someone he clearly doesn’t know is touching him, but instead Mingyu feels like he is going to melt under your hand. A soft unsteady breath falls from his lips as you tilt your head, tears finally spilling over the rims of your eyes causing the man to lift his own hands to wipe at them. 

“I must be dreaming still, because you can’t possibly be real.” 

Your voice fills Mingyu’s ears and his heart causing the man to  smile. You dreamt about him too. 

“I’m…hey, I’m real.” 

You shake your head no, unsure if you should believe the ghost in front of you even as you run the pad of your thumb over the tip of his nose. Mingyu nuzzles his face into your palm and you can’t seem to stop the tears after that. 

“Why do you have these? Why, here?” 

Confused, Mingyu’s eyes find yours again but your thumb brushes his nose and he knows you are talking about the mole at the tip of it. Swallowing his own tears, Mingyu laughs, lifting his hand to wrap it around your wrist like he had in his dream just a few hours earlier. 

“Well, I was born with them but if you believe old wives tales? My mom told me they were where my past lover kissed me the most.” 

The man watches you lift your free hand to your chest over your heart and he knows you shared his dreams. He wasn’t sure what he believed. Past lives? Reincarnation? But what he did believe was the words you had spoken to him in the dream 

“You will never be alone, not even if we are apart. I shall find you in every life henceforth.” 

Biting at his bottom lip, Mingyu swipes his thumb under your eye as he lifts your chin with the other to get you to look at him. 

“I don’t…I don’t know what’s really happening but I think you said you would find me.” 

He watches you nod, a soft soft slipping from your lips that makes his heart tighten. Mingyu wanted nothing more than to hold you close and to make everything better. His fingers brush against your skin as Mingyu leans in to rest his forehead against yours, his brows furrowing as he speaks. 

“Hey, hey…it’s okay. Breathe for me. You did, yeah? I’m right here. I don’t know what this is, but whatever it is, we will figure it out together.” 

Mingyu smiles when you sniff back your tears. Your fingers tighten in his shirt to hold him closer. He may not know you in this life yet but he would and he was never letting you go again. 

[lovepotionsandlust]

All Of The Ways We Differ

This is my first ever fic I have written. this will be MULTIPLE parts. *please note this is an AU* Not proof read

no use of Y/N

no warnings for the first chapter

enjoy!

“Explliarmus!” you watched as Harry’s wand flew from his hand. For your first try at the disarming spell, you were shocked how well it had worked. You were late to join “Dumbledore’s Army,” making you the newest member. You could not stop the nerves of feeling behind everyone’s progress. “Well done!” shouted a student whose name you were yet to be aware of. As you strode away from the center of the room, enjoying the praise from your peers, you joined your group of friends.

“Fred Weasley,” he said, extending his right hand to you. Looking up at him, you reached out, shaking his large hand. From his right stepped out his identical twin.

“Now Freddie, don’t take all of the star students’ attention.”

 He bumped shoulders with his brother making more room for himself.

 “George Weasley at your service” you couldn’t help smiling up at the red headed twins.

 “I wouldn’t call myself the star by any means but thank you for the vote of confidence.”

“it’s about time you three met,” interrupted Ginny, your best friend. “I’ve only told you about her a million times.”

“ah so you’re the infamous twins I have heard so much about” you chuckled up at them.

“so what brought you to join the big boys?” they asked in unison.

Rasing your hand, showing the back of it. Still red and irritated, “I shall not speak disrespectfully to my superiors.” You mocked Umbridge’s voice. “after she decided to insult my work in class, I promptly asked if her hairstyle was some form of curse we would be learning about in the upcoming chapters.” You smiled to yourself, still staring down at your hand. “Was well worth it though, the look on her face was a thing of dreams.”

Shooting your eyes at the twins, both looking amused. “absolutely brilliant if you ask me! We were thinking of slipping her some puking pastels in her tea, they are an invention of ours.”

Your interest peaked, you had to know more. As you stood taking in all of the information regarding the skiving snack boxes, their deliciously devious contents. “here, consider me a founding member, and remember who supported you at the beginning.” You handed them each ten galleons.

Right then and there Fred knew he had fallen, and fallen hard.

***

Every meeting since then, you had always held Freds attention. Frequently catching him watching you in the mirrored walls when your back was to him. Typically ignoring it, “he’s just watching you because you’re a fast learner, don’t think too much about it.” Today you decided to stick your tongue out at him, letting him know he was caught. Quickly straightening himself up, his face turned a darker red color than his bright hair. George leaned over to whisper something in his ear in your general direction. Whatever he had to say clearly upset him as he gave his shoulder a quick shove. Leaving George to walk away looking far too smug.

 You turned walking your way to Ginny, noticing the expression on her face.

“Now what is that face about Gin?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious? You clearly have caught my brother’s attention” she tilted her head in Freds direction. “he was so busy trying to impress you with his patronus charm, that he sent it flying  into the back of Nevilles head.”

“Yeah, bloody hurt too. If I didn’t have a hard enough time remembering things, now I have a head injury to worry about.” Neville exclaimed joining the conversation.

Rolling your eyes, shaking your head, you did your best to hide the blush that had risen to your cheeks.

“You both have gone mad, he has got most of the sixth years wrapped around his finger-“

“Well, your finger is the only one he is wrapped around. All he can ever do at home now is ask about you. Speak of the devil, look who’s coming.”

You could feel his approach from behind you. Ginny leaned in closer adding.

“At this rate we will be in-laws before the semester is through.”

“you keep pestering me and I will send Goyle a love potion with your name on it.”

With this she put her hands up in surrender stepping back, “hey, I have always wanted a sister.”

You stepped forward at her causing her to turn around, exiting the room. A throat clearing behind you caught your attention. Turning on your heel, there Fred was, standing much closer to you than you had expected. Catching you off guard you stumbled backwards slightly, he reached out catching your hand helping you find your balance. Both of you blushing, avoiding each other’s eye contact.

“Sorry about that, I just wanted to come to with you a happy Christmas.” He smiled down at you in a way that made your knees feel as if they were going to give out.

“Thanks Freddie, Happy Christmas to you as well.”

“Going to visit your family I trust?”

“Not this year actually, ill be staying at the castle. My family is traveling around Europe visiting relatives from all over the country. They won’t return for quite some time after either. With O.W.L.s quickly approaching, figured it would be best to stay behind to catch up on my potions preparations.”

“Well, now if I knew you were staying behind, I would have signed up to stay as well. Percy, Bill and Charlie, all cannot make it home this year. Should be a quiet day at the burrow.”

“don’t you worry about little ol’ me. There is always trouble somewhere that I can find myself in the center of.”

A low chuckle left him, as if without thinking he replied “That’s my girl” with a grin.

Your eyebrows raised at him, biting back a smile.

“Oh- uh- I just meant- um” he stammered.

You watched as he tried to back his way out of the corner, he had just put himself in.

“For the biggest prankster in Hogwarts history, I really thought you would be quicker to get yourself out of trouble Weasley.” Without breaking eye contact, you slid your bag over your shoulder.

“I hope you have a very merry Christmas Freddie.”

Without another word shared, you exited the room. Attempting to hide the amusement on your face. Fred watched you intently as you exited into the large hallway, rejoining your friends.

George joined his side “ugh, I missed her! Did you at least wish her a Happy Christmas from me?”

Without moving his attention from you, he leaned closer to George, “ do you remember how much trouble I had got in for turning moms knitting needles into snakes last summer?"

“How could I forget? She wouldn’t let me out of the house either for fear you were lying to her to get out of the house. Wait- why?”

Fred nodded in your direction “that one over there is more trouble for me than that, I assure you.”

***

***

As the campus refilled with student, you could not help but feel eager to see Freddie again. Too many nights to count over the last week you had found yourself in the astronomy tower yearning for his company. Classes roared back up with the looming O.W.L. examinations nearing closer. Sitting in the library you could not focus on your text books, your mind often wandering. You were so distracted you didn’t even notice Ginny join your table. Your name being called pulled you from your day dream.

“Lost in the clouds again?” she teased.

“just cant seem to keep my feet on the ground, nothing out of the ordinary. Did you enjoy your break Gin?”

“well, I tried to, but most of the time I was being harassed. Do you want to know by who?” she smirked up at you.

“Yes, absolutely I do.” You thought. Keeping your eyes on your textbook, afraid she would read your facial expressions too easily. “oh, here we go again, I do not want to hear your theories- “

She promptly interrupted “Fred would not stop pestering me regarding what you were talking to me about before break. He overheard my comment about wanting a sister. You should have seen his face when I told him that we were discussing your schoolgirl crush for Ron. He turned just about the same shade of red as you have now.”

You crumpled up a near piece of paper and threw it at her.

“You did not!”

“Well what else was I supposed to tell him?”

You hid your face in your hands with a sigh.

“tell me you’re joking you did NOT tell him-“ you looked around your surroundings quieting your tone, “that I fancied Ron of all people.”

Pushing your arm gently, prompting you to remove your hands, your eyes flashed up at her.

“well would you have preferred I told him the truth about who has caught your eye?”

There was no point in trying to lie to her at this point.

“you open your mouth and I will tell Harry about that dream, in which I swore never to repeat”

She placed her hand over her heart dramatically. “you wouldn’t!”

Smiling back at her, you waited a moment acting as if you were dep in thought.

“but you promised!”

Pure embarrassment and panic flushed over her expression.

“you’re right Gin, I wouldn’t. even thinking about having to repeat that depravity and I’m feeling ill. Have been doing my best to forget it since you told me about it.” You placed your hand over your mouth pretending to fight back vomit.

“you and Fred are perfect for each other, you know that? Glad to see you finally admit that you do in fact fancy him, don’t think I missed that.” Swiftly you kicked her under the table.

“Now it is your turn to promise to keep things between us Gin.”

She extended her pinky to you, interlocking them in a promise the way you would as a child.

***

Days had passed since your conversation with Ginny in the library. No practice sessions took place in the room of requirement as everyone prepared for the O.W.Ls. Tensions continued to build as Umbridge had really supped her retaliation against the students and now the staff. With her rules prohibiting students of opposing genders to interact in the halls, your chances of spending time with Fred any time soon were dwindling.

As students sat quietly in the rows of desks that now lined the great hall, the only sounds to be heard were the quick movements of quills and the swinging of the pendulum. That was until a fizz and pop noise caught everyones attention. Before you knew what was happening, Fred and George were flying through the air above you. Throwing more fireworks than you had ever seen. You could not keep your eyes off of him. The loud cheers of the fellow students gave him the courage he needed to make a move. Swiftly he flew down to you slowing only for a moment to leave a kiss on your cheek. Turning to wink at you as he returned to his brothers side. Ginny grabbed your hand pulling you closer, the smile on your face could not be removed with the cruciatus curse. Between the twins antics and the sound of Umbridge screaming as she ran, the previous months of stress seemed to melt away. As a large dragon made of fireworks chased her out of the room, all of the students followed. Chasing after the twins as they entered the courtyard, a large “W” filled the sky in shimmering colors. As they were out of eye sight, something else caught your attention. A small paper bird flying near your side. You extended your hand allowing it to land softly in your hand. Noticing the ink bleeding through from the other side, you quickly opened the parchment.

“tomorrow 6pm

3 brooksticks

Back booth

Don’t be late xx

Freddie”

[loverboy-radio]

love's valley

Character: sebek Zigvolt

warning: male reader, romantic love, slightly suggestive(i think), my dylsexia, kissing, adopting, IDK. not proof read, help me

might add more characters and make this a AU of sorts.

request's open

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look now at the world that sends fear across the young and death to all, the world we see is horrid to all that enter and all that leave. as the pain of exsistance will forever be within our reach, we shall find what we are looking for may not life but death as well, so lend me your hearts and lend me you dreams as this is a tale of those that have lived past that wynorrific place and have entered a valley, but not just any valley but one of beauty and love of all kinds.

in a place so isolated and with aberration so stong it can feel as though it is amanamoically in so many ways. with how the tree's follow that of what looks of though as if it tries to pestilential us with it's deucedly vein like stucture of it's trunk and branches with flowers that make you go stark-ravingly mad, with their cold yet firey glow from the brightly coloured petals of poisin, or how the dirt looks as though it has secret's and knowledge that would put the library of alexandrea to shame as it shall never understand the complexity of the knowledge that it holds within the specs of unknown shine of wisdom. yet also a sky of dawn that brings light to this darkned forest.

so if you look in deeper you shall find a small cotage of two that hold love that is shrouded with a love that one would seek all life to find.

now let's see what this cottage holds, shall we?

"BABE HAVE YOU SEEN MY BOOTS?" a light green haird man yells to his husband as he was planing to do an expetidition with his husband to the nearby town for some esential that they can not craft themselves.

"Sebek my love you don't need to yell i'm in the kitchen" a man of similer age tells his husband who we now know as sebek as he walks up to him to give him a kiss on the lips, as he passes him his boots with a cheeky smile on his face.

"oh." sebek says with a surprised look on his face towards his husband with a hint of a blush on his face from the kiss. "that is where they are. and why did you have them?" sebek said locating the question derectlaly to his lover.

"i was fixxing the sole's of which you had worn out to the point of fixing." said the man who still had a humured look on his face. "i also have the list of things we need to get and i would like to know if you want to add anything?"

sebek looks at the list and the items, reading them but stopping at something they did not useually get. to just ask his husband. "why do we have baby formula on the list? we're both boys?"

wait a minute

does this mean

"THE ADOPPTION PAPERS HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED AND WE CAN ADOPT A CHILD!?" sebek screams in absolute joy from the fact that they will both finally be fathers, as this is something they have been trying to get done for years.

sebek looks at his husband expectantly for the response he was hoping for, for his husband to nod.

this is to mark the beggining of a new path to treverse through that he can't wait to do with is husband.

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[honkaiwoosh]

Land of Dreams // Stelle x March 7th (Stelle x Firefly, March x Robin)

March gets jealous of Firefly. So she decides to make Stelle jealous, too.

Stelle x March 7th (Platonic Stelle/Firefly, March/Robin) Contents: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Jealousy, Established Relationship

(AU just a happy day in penacony. noone dies cuz hoyo are mean)

-x-

March’s blood boiled. She had been wandering around the dreamscape of Penacony in search of her girlfriend: Stelle, only to discover that the Trailblazer had been hanging around some new girl she had recently met.

“...I wish you a great time in the dream, and I shall not interrupt your… date?” March had overheard some dark-haired woman say towards Stelle and her new ‘friend’.

“N-No, we’re not on a date!” the girl’s voice trembled. March scoffed. She waited for Stelle to say that they weren’t dating, or that she was in fact taken by the one and only March 7th. But no. Nothing.

March noticed the smug smile on Stelle’s face as she turned her head slightly.

The dark-haired woman laughed at the girl’s response.

March didn’t know whether or not to feel angry or sad or both. Most likely both. An even deeper feeling of betrayal sat disgustingly inside her.

Moments later, the group of people March had been spying on dispersed. Apart from Stelle and that girl…

“Come on, Firefly. It’s about time you show me around some more…” Stelle said, the smile on her face was soft. March seethed at the sight.

Firefly’s face was still red from what the woman had said earlier.

“Yep! Okay!” she said before grabbing Stelle’s hand and dragging her towards the nearby road in order to cross.

A sad frown appeared on March’s face.

-x-

March’s eyes snapped opened, forcing herself awake. She climbed out of the water and immediately became dry upon exiting the pool. A part of her regretted even falling asleep and going to the dream land of Penacony. Tears formed in her eyes as she replayed the memory in her head, the soft look on Stelle’s face whenever she would look at Firefly was engrained into her mind. Stelle hardly ever showed emotion, it was hard to get her to crack a smile… So how come this random girl could do it with ease?

A few hours later, she was greeted by Himeko and Welt in the hotel’s bar.

“Did you enjoy the dream, March?” Himeko asked.

March nodded, a fake smile plastered on her face, “Y-Yeah! I wish I could see the photos I took whilst I was there…”

Both Welt and Himeko excused themselves to go to the bar and grab some drinks.

March anxiously tapped her fingers on the table, her eyes darting towards a nearby staircase waiting for Stelle’s arrival.

As if on cue, the silver-haired woman made an appearance – a neutral look on her face. The normal look she usually has on her face…

Stelle took a seat next to March and kissed her on the cheek, “Have a nice dream, March?” she said.

March shrugged, “It was okay… Just did some sight seeing.”

Stelle rested her head on March’s shoulder and wrapped an arm around her waist. March could never resist Stelle’s touch, not even now despite being upset with her.

“Hmm… I bet you took lots of photos. We have to meet up in the dream so you can show me them… If they’ve saved, of course.”

March nodded before gulping harshly, “W-What about you? Do anything fun?”

Stelle waited for a moment before speaking, “Well I bet on some slot machines… Explored a little… Watched a sentient billboard get hit by a car…” Stelle laughed slightly at that.

March bit her lip to stop herself from accusing Stelle of anything, “Anything else? Meet any interesting people?”

“I chatted to the odd person here and there,” Stelle was too busy messing with a loose thread on March’s shirt, her other hand was still secured around her waist, “We should meet up next time. I missed you.”

Her heart ached. Both from the love she had for Stelle and from the betrayal she felt.

A shaky hand made its way onto Stelle’s thigh, “Okay.”

Stelle would be lying if she said she didn’t notice March’s off behaviour. She brushed it off and decided to just show her some love and comfort in hopes of getting her to open up.

“I can’t wait,” Stelle lifted her hand from March’s shirt to cup the shorter girl’s jaw and turn her head. She leaned in to place a soft kiss against her lips, causing the latter’s cheeks to turn just as pink as her hair. Stelle pulled back with a smirk.

God, that smirk. The butterflies in March’s stomach were out of control.

But the hollow bit behind those butterflies was filled with dread.

-x-

A couple dreams later and March finally got her chance. Her chance to make Stelle feel what she felt.

She had expressed her interest in Robin when they first arrived at the hotel a few days ago, so she would have to up her game to make Stelle think that she was actually in love with the singer.

Her eyes darted towards Stelle who was at a slot machine in the distance. She had been at it for almost an hour, saying ‘one more try’ at least ten times. The one and only Robin had made an appearance a few minutes ago, immediately locking eyes with March and offering a friendly wave.

March wasted no time in approaching her.

“Robin!”

“Hey, cutie. March, right?” she smiled.

Nodding, March smiled right back, “That’s the name.”

“What I can help you with, March?”

Ideas drifted within March’s head. She returned her gaze towards her girlfriend, and Robin looked over too.

“I miiight need your help with Stelle.”

“Your friend?” Robin wondered, “Did something happen?” worry was clearly in her voice.

March shook her head, “No! Well… Not really? I don’t know!”

A comforting hand landed on March’s shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

She bit her lip before sighing, “Is it bad that I really want to make Stelle jealous?”

“Oh?” a smile appeared on Robin’s face, “Why would you want to do that?”

“Because…! Because she made me jealous first!”

Robin couldn’t help but think March looked cute when she tried to be angry.

“Hmm… I don’t think it would be morally right of me but…”

“Please!” March pouted, “She’s been hanging around with some girl in here and she acts as if she isn’t!”

Robin’s hand on March’s shoulder moved up to underneath March’s chin. She was already beginning to play along but it caught March off guard, her breath hitching.

“Are you and Stelle…?”

“Together. Yes.”

Cocking her head, Robin questioned, “Then what’s the problem? You love her, she loves you, I assume.”

March’s face turned red, “I-I mean. Yes, of course! I think? We’ve never really told each other but…”

Robin took a quick glance towards Stelle, the latter visibly clutched the sides of the slot machine harshly, her eyes occasionally looked over towards Robin and March.

“Hmm... Well I can tell you she looks agitated right now,” she stepped slightly closer to March.

“I’m just angry that she’s dodged the question every time I’ve asked her about who she’s met in the dream land.”

“Have you ever considered that she perhaps doesn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you that she’s been hanging out with another girl?”

March’s mind had been clouded with doubt for the past few days so she’d never explored any other options, “No…”

“Just a thought,” Robin added, “It may be that she has simply made a new friend… How long have you and Stelle been together?”

“A few months…” March’s voice was clearly sad now.

Robin pulled her into a hug, “You should talk it through. She must love you if she’s stayed with you.”

“You might be right,” March let out a defeated sigh as she returned the hug. A part of her completely forget her original mission of making Stelle jealous.

But she was quickly reminded when her raccoon of a girlfriend made an appearance.

“Hey, March! Hey, Robin!”

March quickly pulled away from Robin and made some distance. Stelle’s usual neutral look looked angrier than usual.

“H-Hey, Stelle! I was just catching up with Robin here!” March smiled.

“It’s good to see you, Trailblazer,” Robin nodded.

And then an unsettling silence engulfed the three. March looked down at the ground, already starting to feel guilty for what she had asked Robin to do.

Robin quickly excused herself, wanting to make March and Stelle talk about whatever they were feeling asap. March looked at her with a pleading look, Robin quickly made her escape before March could voice any protests.

The silence continued between the two girlfriends.

Stelle cleared her throat, “So… You seem close with Robin already.”

“Ah… Yeah. We were just chatting. She was giving me some advice on some stuff I’ve been having problems with.”

The jealousy within Stelle rose at that comment. Why couldn’t March confide in her instead?

Stelle sighed, “Look, March… I’ve noticed that you’ve been off for the past few days. You know you can always talk to me, right? Why did you tell Robin about whatever is going on but not me?”

“I’m sorry,” March muttered, looking down at the ground.

Shaking her head, Stelle forced a smile onto her face and took a step closer to March, “Can we talk? Please? I don’t want us to have this weird tension between us any more.”

“We are talking,” March said, looking up.

“I mean outside of the dream. I want it to be real.”

March’s heart swelled upon seeing the sincere look on Stelle’s face. The fact that Stelle wanted to actually talk things through made March feel relieved. The love she had for Stelle seemed to only grow as the minutes passed by.

March nodded, “Okay. Please.”

-x-

Stelle quickly exited the pool and ran to the door, she exited her room and made her way towards March’s. She took a deep breath in preparation before knocking on the door.

Moments later, the pink-haired girl slowly opened the door. She stepped aside allowing Stelle to enter, the door was closed behind her.

“This is better,” Stelle said, already feeling better about being next to March outside of the dream. The warmth that radiated from her just felt different than it does in the dream land.

March nodded as she and Stelle sat down on the sofa together. The shorter girl played with her own fingers, anxiety bubbled inside of her. A pair of soft and warm hands landed on top of hers. Stelle rubbed March’s knuckles soothingly, trying to calm her nerves.

“Lets just… start with what’s been bothering you. Okay?” Stelle said, doing her best to be patient.

That was when the floodgates opened. Tears immediately pooled into March’s eyes. Stelle wasted no time in moving in closer to pull March into her chest, her arms securely wrapped around the girl’s waist.

March reciprocated, her own arms came up to wrap around Stelle’s neck. It was rare that she ever got a hug like this from her girlfriend. It was always the best feeling.

March hummed happily into Stelle’s neck, breathing in her scent. She couldn’t help but grimace slightly. Of course she smelled like trash. She couldn’t help but smile at how weird her girlfriend could be sometimes.

“You okay?” Stelle asked, a hand coming up to rest on the back of March’s neck.

“Y-Yes. Just got a lot of emotions going on right now.”

“Hmm?”

March pulled away slightly to look into Stelle’s eyes. Her heart skipped a beat upon realising how close their faces were, she couldn’t stop herself from letting her eyes flicker down to Stelle’s lips. The latter smirked in response.

March buried her face back into Stelle’s neck to hide her blush, “S-Stop!”

A chuckle escaped Stelle, “Sorry… Come on… Tell me what’s gotten you all upset,” she gently thread her fingers through pink locks.

March clutched the back of Stelle’s coat, “You have to promise me that you won’t think I’m stupid.”

“Mm, can’t promise that,” she used the arm wrapped around March’s waist to squeeze her lovingly.

“Stelle!” she pulled back with an angry puppy dog look on her face.

“Okay, okay! I promise! I swear!” there was a dumb smile on Stelle’s face which March found completely irresistible.

March finally took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay. Can you tell me who Firefly is?” she finally mentioned the name, she felt some of the weight come off of her shoulders.

“Ah. Okay,” the smile remained on her face, “Firefly…” her fingers subconsciously rubbed March’s side as she thought about what to say, “Well, I ran into her in the dream land. She needed some help so I stepped in and saved her from some guys who were harassing her. And then we kind of just became friends after that. She showed me around a bit and we meet up in the dream when we can. She’s the one who introduced me to gambling on the slot machines, actually.”

March remained silent. Stelle immediately noticed the hurt look on her face.

“Are you perhaps… Jealous?” the hand on the back of March’s neck came round to rest on her cheek, she held her there so she could look deep into her eyes, “Because if you are… You have nothing to be jealous of, March.”

The way she said her name made March’s heart beat fast.

“It was nice to find a friend in the dream land. But she could never compare to you, March. Never. You’re my friend. My best friend. But most importantly you’re my girlfriend.”

March’s glossy eyes seemed to only become more tear-filled, “You didn’t deny it when that woman accused you two of dating.”

And now Stelle understands why March is distrusting.

“I’m sorry. In the moment I thought it was funny. I should’ve told Acheron that I was with you and not Firefly,” Stelle sighed with guilt, “I’m guessing you missed the part after where I told Firefly that I had a girlfriend. I’d never put what we have together at risk, March… I know how you feel. I’ll admit, I was a little jealous with how touchy Robin was being with you.”

“Sorry. I asked her to make you jealous.” “Well, it definitely worked,” her armed tightened around March possessively. She pulled March into her lap, the pink-haired girls legs braced on either side of Stelle’s thighs.

Stelle ran her hands up March’s sides, “I wanted to smash those slot machines with my bat to get my frustration out. I didn’t like the way she looked at you.”

“S-She was playing a part, I’m sorry,” March rested her hands on Stelle’s shoulders.

“Even so…” she sighed, “Look… I promise to let everyone know I’m officially taken if the matter ever comes up again.”

“I’m sorry for making this such a big deal.”

“It’s not a big deal, March. If there’s anything that I’m doing that’s bothering you, then you can always tell me and we can work it out together.”

A small smile appeared on March’s face, “Well, now that you mention it. Your dumpster diving…”

Stelle laughed, “Now that’s something we can’t compromise on.”

“Worth a shot,” March giggled.

The pair ended up in a comfortable silence. Their eyes would occasionally look into one another's before looking away out of anxiety. March played with some random dust that had settled on Stelle’s shoulders, Stelle focused on how March’s waist fit into her hands.

Stelle was completely in love with this girl in her lap right now. She felt bad for making March feel otherwise.

March felt the exact same way.

Stelle decided to lift a hand up to March’s cheek to make her look at her, “I… I hope this has sorted some things between us.”

March nodded, leaning into Stelle’s hand, “Mhm…”

“However, there is one other problem here.”

A frown quickly appeared on March’s face, worry clearly in her eyes, “What-?”

A finger landed on March’s lips to effectively shush her, “The problem is you don’t know how I feel about you.”

March was certain that Stelle could feel how fast her heart was beating.

Stelle moved her hand back to its original place on March’s cheek, “I should’ve told you this sooner. We’ve been dating for a few months now, but I’ve loved you for longer. You’re incredible, March. Nobody could ever make me change how I feel about you. I love y-.”

March caught Stelle off guard by surging forwards, connecting their lips in a heated kiss. Stelle’s eyes slipped closed before finally returning the kiss, pulling the girl in her lap as close to her body as she possibly could.

A thumb rubbed March’s cheek in affection as the pair smiled into the kiss. A heavy blush coated March’s face as she pulled away, her fingers moved to play with the strands of Stelle’s silver hair.

“I guess…” her voice was soft and shaky at first, “I guess I love you too.”

“You guess?” Stelle’s smile was huge, March felt lucky being the one to see her like this.

A smug smile crept its way onto March’s face, “Yeah. You’re alright.”

Stelle tickled March’s sides, causing the girl to squirm and laugh as she tried to get away, “I think what you meant to say is: I love you so much, Stelle! You are amazing and the best intergalactic base baller there is and nobody in the universe is better than you.”

“S-Stop!” March giggled, “Okay okay! I love you so much, Stelle, you are amazing a-and the best intergalactic base baller there is!” Stelle pinched her sides once more, “Ugh, fine. And nobody in the universe is better than you.”

“Why, thank you, March. I’m touched,” Stelle leant back into the sofa, a content smile on her face.

“Geez, you’re such a handful,” March rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop her own smile. She felt nothing but love radiating off of Stelle as her golden eyes continued to admire her.#

Stelle had to shake her head to snap herself out of it, “So. We all good here?”

March nodded, “I think so.”

“No more making Robin be your fake girlfriend,” Stelle pouted.

“She wasn’t my fake girlfriend. But I swear, no more jealousy.”

“Good. And I promise to tell people I’m taken if they ask,” her hands moved down to run up March’s legs.

March shivered under her touch, “Mhm. G-Good,” she leaned forward rest her head on Stelle’s shoulder.

Stelle smiled to herself as she breathed in March’s scent. She loved to tease March.

Stelle wouldn’t admit it, but seeing Robin flirt with March sent her mind into a spiral. The anger and hurt she felt when she saw Robin touching her girlfriend was indescribable. Her arms came to wrap around March possessively as her mind became muddled.

She loved March and she regretted not telling her sooner.

“I love you, Stelle,” March’s voice was muffled against silver hair.

Stelle’s breath hitched at the softness in March’s tone. Hearing March say it like this was much better than before.

A tear fell from Stelle’s eye as she kissed the top of March’s head, “I love you, too, March.”

They would both head to the next few dreams together in Penacony’s dream land. Stelle was excited to show off her girlfriend who was the one and only: March 7th.

Firefly was already mentally preparing to hear Stelle gush about March non-stop.

[s3raphimssins]

Can I request Dazai x fem!reader in an arrange marriage??? Also a Royal AU?

I think id be a very cute oneshot!

Tysm

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷prompt: All the pretty stars shine for you my love, am I that girl you dream of? all those times I said that I'm your girl, you make me feel like your whole world. -pretty when you cry

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷pairings: Dazai x fem!reader royal au

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷warnings: royal problems that's it.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Felix's note: OMG! ofcourse, I love this request so much thank you for this, sorry if its a little long I got carried away also can you recognize one of the Enola Holmes reference?. pink hearts divider by: @cafekitsune <3

"hello Prince....?" you were standing next to a small boy after your parents told you you'll be spending a lot of time together.

"Dazai, and you are...? princess?"

" 'name' " you smiled reaching out to shake his hand. Your parents and Dazais Father smiled at you two and continued to carry on their conversation at the table. As you two talked to eachother at your own table. Due to the issues between 2 of the most prosperous nation, both the children were given in the marriage of one another. It was for diplomatic reasons.

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And that is how you ended up right now. As the two of you gre older your parents forced you together. Dazai's father training him to take the throne and you were forced to learn all the rules and regulations. "please, leave" you said annoyed, your parents were throwing you two an engagement ball in Dazais nation and he was here to pick you. You didn't mean to lash out on him but you've been learning since morning about your duties and how to run a nation all the while keeping within the lines.

You heard him sigh and leave as your stylist shut the door, to get ready. You stood on the platform and she picked some items of clothing for you. It wasn't that you didn't like Dazai, he was a charming prince who every commoner to royalty liked but you couldn't express or find the words to what you were feeling.

"oof" you huffed as the stylist tied your corset. You went to the dressing table to get everything done and after an hour you were ready. You exited the dressing room to be greeted by Dazai standing beside your door waiting. "you waited?" you asked a bit surprised. "Would rather stay here than out". He said looking at you like you were the most beautiful pearl in the ocean. He had thought about it. He didn't mind being engaged to you at all but he knew that you hated it. You weren't mean to him per say but agitated at the things you were forced to do.

"well then what are you waiting for? shall we go?" you asked and walked past him to open the door. You both walked the halls and all of the servants stared in awe at you two. You looking like a majestic angel and he a celestial being in his formal attire. He stopped in his tracks and you looked behind at him and raised a brow in a questioning look. He took out a white rose and put it in your hair. "well, thank you" you gave him a half smile while he returned it with a genuine smile "anything for my lady". You cringed at that "oh shut up". You two continued to walk to the car.

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You reached the ball and heard the people saying how good you two looked, how some ladies and dutchess envied you. You two sat on the thrones next to your parents. As the ceremony commenced you couldn't help but look at Dazai and how he talked to people, how he acted and the little to no details you noticed about him. You wanted to be independent, to rule on your own if not for the stupid deal, you thought he was going to slow you down, but you cant help but feel attached to him, ofcourse he didn't have to know anytime sooner, or...as you planned?

Something made you ick at the Dutchess of your own state talked to Dazai, twirling her hair, laughing, fluttering her fan, and then in the end you saw her and Dazai leaving together in a room...wait IN A ROOM?! That's when you drew the line. Yes you were in denial about loving him and you didn't like the forcible engagement but he was still ENGAGED to you.

You stood up and began to walk to the room and opened the door to see the two talking. "Dear Fiance please tell me where the restroom is in your palace" it came off a bit passive aggressive but ok. . She looked at you and then spoke to Dazai "please sir, i've been meaning to talk to you". He says "perhaps another time i do share your interest" as he left the room to lead you to the bathroom. "your seeing the dutchess??". You said abit agitated.

"shes gone she was flustered. It's okay she wanted to discuss diplomatic relations." You rolled you eyes. "i'm telling you really i have no eyes for anyone but-". You went deep into thought zoning out not hearing what he says. He said something about the reason he gives you gifts or something before you tapped out remembering the first time you met. When your parents signed your life away. When you felt him grab your arm.

"Did you understand what i said?". "YES. you were saying that you..." you stopped to think remembering the times he did stuff for you, When Dazai comforted you after harsh lessons, when he brought you gifts. He looked at you with a serious expression. "It means I love you, now we must return outside Father is looking for me bu-". You interrupted "yes we must return we have much to talk about my dear dear lord you love me, and it appears i love you to" You looked at him with a soft smile. He smiled, not a smirk like usual, a genuine smile as he closed the gap between you two kissing you softly for real.

A Happily Ever After. <3

[verai-marcel]

A Curse and A Blessing (Astarion x Hearth Witch, AU, BG3 Drabble)

(I wrote this and realized there was no where it would fit in the current timeline of the fic, so it lives here as an AU)

"Welcome back—"

You put down your cutting knife and went over to the group, brushing your hands on your pants as you walked. Concern wrinkled your brow as you came closer.

Astarion was missing.

"What happened?"

"He's right here," Karlach said, pulling off her backpack and opening the flap.

A small white bat lay curled up on a pile of Astarion's clothes.

"What in the hells happened?"

The bat looked up at you and shrieked in a high pitched tone. You scooped up the small creature along with his clothes, and cradled them close to your chest.

Gale shrugged. "He rung that little feywild bell and talked to the pixie. Next thing we knew, he had been turned into this fluffy little thing."

The bat, ostensibly Astarion, hissed furiously.

"I'll take care of him," you said, wincing on your last word as the little bat clambered onto your chest and bit your collarbone.

Karlach raised an eyebrow.

"He's lapping at my neck, isn't he," you muttered.

She nodded, trying to hold back a laugh.

You waved them all off. "I'll handle this." You walked away, ignoring their snickers.

Entering Astarion's tent, you sat down. Letting the little fluffball lick your wound with his itty bitty tongue, you couldn't help yourself. You petted his soft fur. His body was a little bigger than the size of your hand, so you used two fingers to gently stroke him.

He suddenly stopped drinking and crawled down, resting on your bosom, and looked up at you.

"I'm pretty sure you're still aware of what you're doing," you said. "But since you make such a cute little bat, I'll allow it."

He made a soft squeaking sound and, settling himself on your chest, lay his head down and stared at you expectantly. After a few moments while you tried to figure out what he wanted, he reached out with one wing and flapped it.

"You want me to pet you again?"

He nodded.

Chuckling, you pet the little bat until his eyes slowly closed and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Well, I can't go anywhere now that he's all cozy.

Then it occurred to you that pixie tricks only lasted an hour at most.

Wait, how long did it take them to get back—

Suddenly Astarion transformed back into his normal body, his weight crushing you.

And he was very, very, naked.

"Um."

"Oh." He let out a high pitched giggle. "Well, I suppose we don't need to look for a cure then."

"Um."

"Yes?"

"Could you... get off me?"

"Right, of course." He pushed himself up and rolled over. "You know, most people would have begged for the pleasure of having my naked body upon them."

"I'm not most people."

His expression changed from the flirty rake to something softer, more sincere. He reached and touched your cheek fondly. "I know, darling."

There was something a little melancholy in both his tone and his touch, and you wondered what it could mean as he put his clothes back on. You turned around as quickly as you could, but you still got an eyefull.

Well, that's going to haunt my dreams at some point.

When he was dressed, he held his hand out to you. "Shall we, my dear?"

You took his hand and let him lead you back out to the others.

[janeway-lover]

the ninth (!) part of my princess/knight abbiel au this has gotten so much longer than i anticipated and i love it

Despite his initial protests, the genuine threat of losing his head is more than enough to encourage the royal physician to attend to Uriel. Once he's removed the lance and stitched them back together, they fall asleep, dreaming of a golden goddess.

Someone cleared their throat. Uriel sat up blearily, squinting in the dark to see who it was.

"I think we need to talk." They nearly fall out of the bed as the king steps out of the shadows.

"Your Majesty!" They scramble to stand, but he holds up a hand to stop them.

"Stay in your bed, you are injured." Hesitantly, Uriel sits back down on the bed. "It has come to my attention that you are...involved...with my daughter."

"That is correct, sir." Lucifer’s eyes narrow.

"I heard what the visiting prince said. Is he correct?"

"Prince Reginald is a liar and a cheat," they say with a scoff. "He knows nothing."

"Is he right?" the king repeats.

"No."

"Good. If you had dishonored my daughter, I would not hesitate to have you executed."

“If I had dishonored your daughter, it would have been on her insistence.”

“I do not need to hear more on that point,” Lucifer interrupts. “I shall…take your word for it.” Uriel has never seen the king look so uncomfortable. “Does she care for you?”

“Well, I certainly hope she does. Otherwise I suspect your dressmakers are going to be rather upset.” He just rolls his eyes.

“And do you care for her?”

“I do.” There is no hint of joking in their voice, nor in their eyes.

“She will not be allowed to marry a knight.”

“I had expected as much.”

“And that does not bother you?”

“We are not married now, and I still love her. Why would I be bothered if nothing changed?” The handkerchief Abby had given them is wrapped around one of their hands, clutched tightly as a precious thing.

“Hmph.” It takes all of Uriel’s self control to not laugh at the sight of the king pouting. “Has the physician cleared you to walk?”

“After a night’s rest, yes sir.”

“Good. Report to the throne room at midday tomorrow.” And with that, he turns on his heel and walks out of the room.

-

Queen Chloe, up until this point in our story, has not been mentioned because, unlike her husband, she is calm and collected and does not cause drama. (Well. Most of the time.) Right now, she is knocking on the door to her daughter’s quarters, politely asking to come in.

“Abby, let me in please.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Darling, you have to.” There’s a series of groans before the door is opened, revealing a rather bitter princess. “Thank you.” She is answered with nothing but a glare before Abby steps back to let her in.

“Am I in trouble?”

“Not yet,” Chloe says after some consideration. “But you might be.”

“Is it so wrong that I fell in love?” she asks as she flops down onto her bed, Chloe taking a seat beside her. “All they’ve done is kiss my hand, before you ask.”

"I was not going to ask," the queen says with a smile. "Heaven knows your father and I -"

"Mother!"

"What, it is true!" Chloe laughs as Abby buries her face in a pillow and groans.

"I could have gone my whole life without knowing such a thing."

"How exactly did you think we procured so many children? Your governess did explain it to you, correct?"

"Yes, Mother, now please stop talking about it."

"Very well." The two sit in silence for a moment. "You know, your grandfather didn't approve of me." This gets Abby's attention immediately. She'd never met the man, as he died shortly before she was born, allowing Lucifer to become king, but she'd heard plenty of stories. Never this one, though.

"He didn't?"

"No. He thought I was too argumentative, that I wasn't composed enough to be queen. It didn't help that your father and I were constantly arguing."

"Father thinks arguing is fun," Abby counters. "That is not enough reason for Grandfather to dislike you."

"I was not like your grandmother; I did not fit the image he had of a queen and that was enough for him to disapprove."

"So what did you do?"

"The old man was a bit of a romantic. We appealed to him on the grounds that we loved each other, and he gave us his blessing." She fixes Abby with a look that seems to go straight through her soul. "Your father, though he would never admit it, is also a bit of a romantic."

“He’s trying to marry me off.”

“Because he didn’t know you found someone,” she explains. “He might be a bit stubborn at first, god knows that man doesn’t like to be wrong, but he wants what’s best for you.”

“Does he?”

“He does. We noticed, you know.” Abby looks at her, confused. “That you were happier. Your father was so confused. You were furious at him for suggesting suitors, but you’ve been happier than we’ve seen you in months. He thought he’d gone mad, trying to figure it out.”

“Good. It’s been too long since we’ve had a mad king.” Chloe just sighs.

“Do you love them?”

“Yeah. I do.” There’s a wistful expression on her face that’s so rare, and Chloe can clearly see it.

“And you believe they love you?”

“I’m sure of it. Uriel is - they’re wonderful, Mother.”

“Good.” The queen stands to leave, turning back to her daughter when she reaches the door. “The king wants to speak to you at midday tomorrow, in the throne room.”

“I don’t want to talk to him right now. Can’t you just tell him I’ve taken ill?”

“I said the king, not your father, dear.”

She hates that there must be a difference. When he must be the king he can not be her father, and she hates it.

“I will not be late.”

[aziraphales-library]

recently enjoyed this fic!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19407502/chapters/46185148

noticed there's no single dad/parent fic tag, wondering if you got any fave single parent fics out there admin!!!

We do actually have some single dad fics here, and this post is now the second on our #single dads tag, joining our plentiful #kid fic one! These are all fics I remember enjoying and came to mind immediately for including single parents/guardians...

I Hear You're in Need of a Nanny by emptymasks (G)

Aziraphale was trying his best to raise his son on his own, but at a certain point it was difficult to be running the bookshop while also keeping his eyes on Oscar all day. Crowley liked working with children, and children liked him, they’ve just always been drawn to him. A lot of people prefer hiring a female nanny to a male one, and as much as he thinks it’s a little ridiculous, it works out fine for him. He was happy to identify and present as female and tap into his maternal instincts. He’d been wanting to take a job closer to his apartment, but there’s not that many people wanting to hire a nanny in Soho; then he comes across a job advertisement in the local newspaper posted by a Mr. A. Z. Princer. When he meets Oscar, he finds a little girl tired of being told by the world that she's a boy. Single Parent! Aziraphale & Nanny! Crowley, Human AU

Give me a title, I'll give you my heart by NohaIjiachi (T)

Crowley blinked, and the man blinked back. The man currently holding a slipping, squirming Dog, a drenched, light blue shirt sticking to his chest and soft middle, and silver-y blond curls dripping all over the place above a pair of the most steely-azure eyes Crowley had ever seen. Dog seemed to recognize him, because he stopped squirming and started wagging his tail, that went thump-thump-thump against the increasingly flustered looking man’s upper arm. “Hey, Mr. Crowley!” Adam greeted cheerily, popping from behind the man and leaning against the door frame with a cheeky hand-wave. “We were just giving Dog a bath. What’s up?”   “Ngk,” Crowley replied, his brain currently in the clutches of what Crowley intimately called his ‘Useless-Pan-lizard-brain’.

A Journey Into The Unknown (Which Shall Lead Us Ever Closer To Home) by BlackUnicorn (NR)

Anthony J. ‘just call me Crowley’ Crowley is…content – his little queer café in the heart of Soho, his son, his best friend, his snake. Aziraphale is…existing – day in, day out, in the same job, with the same people, and the same half-forgotten dreams. Going through the motions. Never would their paths have crossed if not for a boy, a teenager, really, running away to the city in search of something better. That’s how it starts, anyway…

Fledging by FeralTuxedo (M)

Cool Dad was at the school gate again. Clambering out of his ridiculous sports car like a great big spider, all black denim and designer sunglasses. What a prat. He made his way towards the entrance, followed by his equally lanky son. All the mums' eyes were on him. Which was fine. At least they weren't staring at Aziraphale for a change. Cool Dad high-fived his son goodbye, because of course he did, then sauntered back to his car. Making it look so bloody easy. Aziraphale Fell is much too young to be looking after eleven-year old Pepper. He barely has his life together as it is, with his minimum-wage job and a half-baked dream of trading rare books for a living. And as if adopting a recently bereaved pre-teen isn’t enough, there are some rather more adult problems to navigate: playground politics, the shadows of his own childhood, and the growing question of how Crowley, the only other dad at the school gate, feels about him. A human AU/kid fic.

It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine by Dervila, elf_on_the_shelf (E)

After Adam's parents die in a car crash, Aziraphale is forced to start taking care of him as more than just an uncle. Don't get him wrong, he loves the little devil, it's just that he is completely clueless and could rather use some help. In comes Crowley, Adam's new nursery school teacher with his amazing skills in dealing with kids. Could he be the answer to all of Aziraphale's prayers - Adam-related and otherwise? Well, it looks like he might be just that, judging by the weird things Aziraphale's heart seems to be doing whenever he sets eyes on the man. Now, if only the tall ginger returned his feelings...

Barriers, and the Breaking Thereof by Cardinal_Daughter (M)

Ezra Fell has long been comfortable in his loneliness. He’s content to simply run the Soho Public Library and otherwise keep to himself. However, when a handsome stranger bursts in one evening with a baby, frantic and in need of help, Ezra finds those carefully constructed barriers he’s long maintained begin to crack. Perhaps it’s time to let them fall.

It Was Always You by mltrefry (T)

A chance encounter during one of the worst times of Ezra Fell’s life reunites him with his once best friend and the one who got away. Though, that would imply he ever had him in the first place. Anthony Crowley and his son, Warlock, relocate to the quieter city of Tadfield from that of London. In the process, manages to find again that one person who always made him feel less alone, the one person he was pretty sure he was never going to speak to again. But the road to true love never did run smooth (something that’s been true from their very beginning). Despite the easy way they fall back into each other, their lives don't seem to follow suit, and if it's not one challenge its another. But despite everything they find themselves facing down, the ten years without each other taught them one thing: they’re better together than they are apart.

And because I know someone else will mention it if I don't...

What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding) by charlottemadison (E)

The important thing, Crowley tells himself -- the most important thing -- is Adam, his brilliant, creative, empathetic nephew. Being fourteen's hard enough; the kid didn't ask to deal with the weight of the world on top of it. And if taking care of Adam means Crowley has to tough it out at a job he can’t stand, so be it. And if Crowley's job means that Adam’s charming English teacher is NOT a romantic possibility, well, that's just how things go. But the occasional drink with Aziraphale proves hard to resist. They frequent the same pub, so who can object to them saying hello? Briefly sharing a table? Perhaps a little conversation? The painful knowledge that it can’t be anything more -- not without somebody getting fired or sued or both -- well, that can't be helped. Until Crowley stumbles onto a terribly reckless idea...

And the one you mentioned...

Safe Haven by McRaider (T)

When Anthony Crowley stepped back into Aziraphale's life for the first time after eight long years missing, it became exceedingly clear with him came a world of trouble and heartache. But Aziraphale never could say no to his beloved Crowley. Can he help Crowley heal after a failed marriage, a gas-lighting ex-wife with an evil plan?

- Mod D

[linksthoughtbrambles]

When Twilight Fails to Fade

A mini-fic for @zelinkcommunity Zelink Week 2024 prompt fading. 600 words, BotW Adventure Log+ AU.

It’s something about the fading light, Link thought, his hands shaking as he raked one through his battle-caked hair: smoke, sweat, blood, and Goddess knew what else.

 He glanced at Zelda, then the Sheikah Slate’s screen.

She wasn’t watching the adventure log.

Good.

He could freak out in peace.

His gaze rose once more to the horizon, its dull crimson glow fringed by the deepest possible blue and the near-black of Hebra Peak’s silhouette. Sunset would end soon. The red would be gone.

Suddenly, the world tilted, Link hurtling in no direction into the glare of another sun. It wreathed a tower-topped mountain he knew but had never seen before, fear and bile rising in his throat and every muscle tensing as he reached for the sword on his back.

It wasn’t there. He searched feverishly and found it in a scabbard on his waist.

There were golden stones beneath his feet—and something dark in the sky, darker than clouds, acrid like smoke but fouler like sick, and all along the horizon, everywhere, the trees glistened black like oil.

“Zelda?!” he said.

The ground thrust upward and Link inverted into another impossibility, assaulted by a thousand odors and phantoms around him, their faces rotten. He flinched back with a wolfen whine and saw the sky, a thick dark that wasn’t night and a dull glow that wasn’t sun diffuse, everywhere.

Zelda?!! he said but didn’t say—he felt his throat vibrate, his cry not at all Hylian.

“Link?!” Zelda said.

His already-open eyes saw again.

She stood before him, the slate clipped to her belt, her hands on his shoulder and cheek, her face stricken. “You cried out,” she said.

He nodded. He gulped. He felt for the scabbard at his waist—it wasn’t there. His sword was back where it belonged—his hair brushed past the pommel as he moved. “It’s something about the fading light,” he said. “I’m—seeing things.”

And smelling things.

“What things?”

“Other places—other… twilights,” he said, shaking his head, knowing he knew them, but knew them like a fading dream from childhood, all indistinct lines and blurred colors, one moment separated from the next by void.

They are memories, said Fi. Of worlds overrun by our enemy.

Zelda embraced him, pressing his eyes to the nape of her neck. “Do not watch the sky, my love. Rest a few moments.” She squeezed him tight. “I wish I could remember with you.”

“Don’t,” he said. “It’s better if one of us can see clearly at sunset.”

“…Every sunset then,” she said. “Each one we can see. I will be your eyes.”

Link snorted. “What if we’re in the middle of a battle?”

“Heh,” she shook her head and stroked his hair, apparently unperturbed by its sticky contaminants. “Then I advise you not to look west.”

“What if there’s moblins there?”

“I shall shoot them.”

He laughed, pulling back, and taking her advice for the moment—centering her, and only her, in his vision. “It’s a nice thought, but I kind of think the monsters will catch on.” His smile began to fade. “No, I have to learn to deal with it—stop it from happening. How do you stop flashbacks that aren’t really yours?”

“I don’t know,” Zelda said, “but we’ll learn together. And until we have, please accept my assistance at sundown.”

He pressed her to him with a kiss to her forehead, every bit as filthy as his. “Stare at you at sunset. Got it.”

He felt her smile against him.

----

[This is a scene that should show up in the future, just written differently, in Adventure Log+! I felt inspired to write it by the prompt].

[wintercandle42]

explain the shut in au to someone who’s never heard of the game (i beg)

Oh boy you don’t even have to beg

So, the game Shut In is about a guy trying to get ready to go Outside but. His house is. Rather dangerous and strange.

Sleep in bed too long, get crushed by a shelf. Go to the basement and you risk being boiled alive by streams of steam. The staircase has been ripped up and huh how did that happen? Ig it can’t be a big jump- wrong you’re dead.

The creator of the game says it is based off their own experience with agoraphobia and things. It’s a beautiful game, though very very dark. If you are alright with such topics I highly recommend checking it out. Personally I watched Markiplier’s playthrough of it. It’s like an hour and a half or something.

Now. What made my friend @/justsomedumbstuff recommend it to me was how the Narrarator could totally be Nagito’s inner monologue. It’s so casual, self loathing, and grim. Some examples:

(If you jump down the stairs assuming the jump can’t be too far) “There’s certainly a ground floor somewhere, though. Your mangled corpse is smeared all over it. By the way, that wasn’t a very impressive jump. Lets just pretend you slipped, shall we?”

(If you pull the plug on a rather sketchy outlet) “For a split second, you feel the searing heat of over 200 volts of electricity coursing through your body. Luckily, before your head can process the pain your heart stops completely. You’re dead in seconds. You don’t even have time to reflect on your poor decision making capabilities. Which part of you thought that was a sensible idea?”

And every single death ends in “But don’t worry. Try again tomorrow.”

So uh. Yeah. Very Nagito. It got me thinking.

What if, instead of death, the Future Foundation wished to punish the Remnants of Despair further? Well. Most of them have already been killed or jailed, but they only need one or two in order to make an example of them to the world. Show everyone what happens if you stick by despair’s side.

Despair so terrible not even Ultimate Despair can withstand it.

So they place Nagito Komaeda and Izuru Kamukura in two separate simulations where time is slower, and life is torture.

Nagito’s torture is essentially the game. He wakes up in his childhood home and. Quickly learns how dangerous it is. The first day, he succumbs to the bugs in the shower. He sees them falling out of the shower head but oh no, where is the door handle to the bathroom? He’s stuck. Oh no no no no.

And he dies. It’s horrible. He remembers every detail of his death. But then he wakes up in bed again. Huh weird dream yeah and then it happens again and he knows something is Wrong.

And he has to live like this for months. In a house where one wrong step and he’s bleeding out on the floor for hours in agony before he dies. And sure, he isn’t super afraid of death at first, but after dying again and again and again and again and again and again it takes its toll.

He doesn’t wanna be blinded on the floor by a broken lightbulb again, unable to do anything but bleed out until he falls unconscious. He doesn’t want to tip over the boiling pot again, burning himself so badly that he can’t even move.

He grows paranoid. He doesn’t want to move but he’ll die if he stays in bed. He’s so hungry but going to get food means he has to climb down to the first floor and ohh it’s so uncomfortable. The walls covered in drawings and markings… and then when he gets into the kitchen. Oh it’s awful. The smell of gas. The monsters trying to get him. The darkness. He doesn’t want it but. He needs to eat.

Over and over and over again. It’s hell.

And Izuru. Izuru is stuck in that room he was kept in for so long. It’s the same routine every day. Same meals. Same time. There is nothing to do. Nothing to stimulate his mind. Just months of Nothing. He can pace but for how long will that be less boring? He can starve himself but he just. Wakes up again in bed if he dies. There is nothing he can do. He can’t escape. He cannot do anything.

He is so under-stimulated and it is driving him crazy

But thankfully, resident cutie patootie of the Future foundation, Makoto Naegi, has mercy on them and breaks them out of the simulation, realizing they’re. Not gonna be actively searching for and spreading despair anymore.

And. The state they’re in is just… depressing. He can’t let them live like this.

[dreamkidddream]

The Perfect Husband || Nanami

This came from a random thought I had watching a show called Flower of Evil (which is so good omg!!!), so I decided to add it to the lineup last minute (and I wanted a little bit of domestic Nanami- sue me 🤷🏾‍♀️). Reader is gender neutral!

CW: yandere, mention of blood and violence, modern AU

Dream’s Spooktober 2022 👻

Kento remembers the day he proposed to you.

He remembers the shock dancing over your face, the tears that began to sprang from your eyes as your hands covered your mouth. You couldn’t stop nodding your head or control your teary smile as you said yes, jumping into his open arms and pressing kiss after kiss against his lips. It became a fond memory the two of you shared.

He remembers how radiating you looked walking down the aisle, and how your hands trembled a bit in his. It only made him smile more at how nervous and excited you were- you’re too adorable.

When you both sealed your eternal promises with a kiss, it became the happiest day of his life.

The warmth constantly blooming in Kento’s chest used to be unrecognizable- foreign even. It only began to grow more and more when you came into his life. He wasn’t a fool- he knew what that feeling was, but he didn’t want to believe it. He knew how cruel the world could be, and he refused to fall for its delusion.

Yet he couldn’t bring himself to part from you.

The underlying apprehensiveness that boiled in his stomach was only an indication of the obvious- he was growing close to you, too close, and it was getting harder to pull himself away.

And when he finally surrendered himself, he never felt so free before.

The happiness that he believed he would never receive in life came in the form of you.

Your own joy brought a bit of color back into his world- seeing your smile was more than enough for him.

Which is why he would do anything to make sure that you would never stop smiling.

Even if it meant getting his hands filthy.

But the filth meant nothing in comparison to if he lost you.

Kento believed himself to be a patient and understanding man. There were certain things that would get under his skin- staining his shirt, being stuck in traffic, dealing with Gojo, working overtime- issues that he would have to deal with constantly in his adult life. But it was doable because he got to go home to you.

But his patience was quick to run thin when anything got in the way of that. When anything or anyone got in between you and him.

Kento just wanted a peaceful life with you. He just wanted to retire and spend the rest of his days with you- but yet, people wanted to get in the way of that.

But it was nothing that he couldn’t handle.

That was evident with the man quivering below him, bound and gagged.

The fear in his eyes was more than satisfying to say the least, but Kento wasn’t a sadist. He was only doing what was necessary. He knew what he was doing was wrong legally, but he refuses to let anything get in between him and his love.

“You’re becoming more of a pain the longer you stay in the picture.” He sighed and loosened his tie, wrapping it around his knuckles. “Are you trying to irritate me on purpose?”

The muffled screaming was something he already expected, but it still grated his nerves- it did every time he had to hear it.

He remembers the first error that had to be corrected- how angry he was, how he brutally lost control-

There was too much to clean up afterwards, but he’s learned to control himself enough to be careful.

This was all for you after all.

He grabbed the machete hanging over the workbench, and he saw his own chestnut eyes stare back at him in the blade’s reflection.

However, he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a bit of a rush from this.

“Now then, let’s get this over with, shall we?”

—

Something heavy shifted the bed low next to you, already waking you out of your sleep.

“Kento?” You called out to your husband drowsily, eyes barely open as you turned to him. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing to worry yourself over, dear.” Kento shushed you, already settling by your side and taking you into his arms. “Go back to sleep, it’s late.”

“Says the one that has to work in the morning.” You muttered, drifting back to your dreamless slumber.

Your words made him chuckle, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering goodnight.

You can be so naive, but Kento wasn’t upset about it. You didn’t have to know of his past- to know what he has to do to keep you his safe.

You never saw the blood decorating the basement walls, or the crimson stained machete hanging in the shadows.

Nor would you ever have to know of the bodies buried under the hanging bleeding hearts.

[lily-janus]

The Art Of Letting Go

my first order for The Sleepy Bean Fanfic Cafe' on @tsspromptmonth this is for @edupunkn00b who wanted, a time travel AU with only one bed, time loops and any characters as long as we've got Logan in there. Hope you like it!

summary: Janus struggles with letting go of his husband Characters: Logan, Janus, a little bit of Virgil Relationships: romantic Loceit Word count: 1,506 Trigger warnings: car crash/car accident, death, grief, lots of angst, let me know if I missed anything.

Janus opened his eyes slowly, blinking as he got used to the light streaming from the window. Yesterday’s events returned to his mind slowly…

There was a car accident and... Logan is dead… his husband  is dead…

That can't be true… it couldn’t be true.

There was a knock on the door and Janus called the person in as he grappled with the reality of things. Logan was- standing in front of him?

Janus stared at the person standing next to the foot of his bed, Logan… and did he look younger?

Logan let out a sigh, “I know I'm the last person you want to see right now… but you haven't been to school for three days now, I had to check on you”

Three days? School? This felt familiar, a memory? A dream?

“I'm sorry about what I said, I know we always fight but I shouldn't have gone as far as I did” Logan stood there awkwardly, waiting for Janus to respond.

Janus then remembered this, during high school, Logan and him always fought, always trying to best one another... one fight went different though, Logan seemed more on edge and snapped at Janus harshly.

Rather conveniently, Janus got sick right after and didn't show up to school the next day, Logan felt guilty and came to Janus' house to apologize... that was the first time they really talked with each other.

The first step on the road that will eventually lead to them falling in love and getting married.

How is he back here? Was he dreaming? He pinched himself as hard as he could... and nothing happened. Odd.

"Janus?" Logan's voice snapped him back to the present... well the past that's apparently his present again?

Janus smiled, young Logan looked so cute and adoringly awkward, surely it couldn't hurt to stay here a while before trying to figure out what's happening, right?

Logan blushed, "what? You only smile at me when you're laughing at me, I don't think I did anything that can be mocked-"

"You actually think I didn't come to school for 3 days, because of our little fight? Oh honey, give me some credit, I know I can be petty but even I have a limit." He smirked.

Logan looked confused, adorable, "why else would you-"

"I'm sick, Pointdexter, as shocking as it may seem, not everything is about you." Janus teased, knowing full well how selfless Logan tends to be.

He cleared his throat, embarrassed, "ah... I see, I shall leave you to recover then." He went to leave and Janus hesitated for a second.

"...I could use company though." 

Logan stopped and turned around, frowning, "my company? You really are sick."

Janus chuckled, "indeed I am, I might not make it, would you deny a dying man's wish?"

Logan rolled his eyes, "you're not dying, Janus, but if you truly want me here... I guess I don't mind."

They spent the rest of the day together, talking, drinking tea, reading next to each other.

This was perfect, Janus almost never wanted it to end as he went back to sleep.

He woke up the next day, blinking against the light and hearing a soft knock on his door.

Logan walked in, why was he still so awkward? They spent all of yesterday together...

Logan let out a sigh, “I know I'm the last person you want to see right now… but you haven't been to school for three days now, I had to check on you”

What? That was exactly what he said yesterday...

"Logan? We already talked about this-"

"I know I said some awful things... I crossed the line, I didn't mean to go so far." Logan continued, as if he didn't hear Janus.

"Logan? I'm sick, remember? We spent all of yestarday together?"

"Ah... I see, I shall leave you to recover then." He said, as if only hearing the first part.

Something was wrong here wasn't it? They just had this exact conversation... or did they? Logan doesn't seem to remember and his memory is flawless...

Janus shrugged off the weird feeling, asking Logan to stay again, and they spent another perfect day together.

Except... the same thing happened the next day, and the day after that... what was happening?

"Logan, what's happening?" Janus tried to ask when the day started the same for the 6th time.

"Oh dear, are you sick? Is that why you didn't come to school? ...well that's embarrassing... guess I should leave then..."

Janus was starting to freak out now, "I'll come with you!" He jumped out of bed, grabbing Logan's hand and dragging him outside. 

The moment he opened the front door, however, he woke up in his bed again, Logan knocking softly on the door to his room.

This can't be happening... was he trapped? For how long?

...does it matter?

Logan is right here... why would he want out? What does life have to offer him without-

He shoved the thought away, knowing it'll lead to pain. No, even if he was trapped, he didn't want to leave... he's not ready to let him go... he just can't...

"Come in" he called his future husband in, he can stay here forever...

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Logan felt... stuck, and he couldn't place why. He just came to Janus' house to apologize, they may not like each other but he never meant to hurt him.

But... didn't he do that already? He looked at the date, no he definitely wasn't here yesterday, he was sure of it.

The strange Deja-vu feeling persisted, however, despite all the facts pointing at it being the first time he came here.

He was walking to Janus' house to apologize, he never meant to hurt him despite their differences. But he couldn't shake off the feeling of something being extremely wrong. 

All the facts checked out, however, so he couldn't fathom what could be wrong...

He was walking to Janus' house to... to apologize...

Why could he hear a car crash?

...he never liked Janus much but he never intended to hurt him...

Distant ambulance sirens

...he- he needs to apologize to set things right...

Pain... he could feel pain everywhere...

"Come in!" Janus called from inside and Logan walked in. He looked at Janus and began apologizing.

Janus' face, struck with grief and shock...

...he's... he's not supposed to be here, does he?

"Janus? ...where are we?"

Janus froze, turning slowly to look at Logan, "...at my house of course, you came to check on me and-"

"Janus." He cut him off firmly but gently, "you know that's not what I meant... I'm... I'm gone, aren't I? in the process at least."

"You don't have to be...! You... WE could stay here... for... for as long as we want!" Janus grabbed his hands firmly, as if fearing he'll slip away.

Logan smiled softly as his husband, shaking his head, "you know this is wrong, Jan... you have to let me go."

Janus shook his head frantically, "no... no, no, no! I can't... I'm not strong enough... please I..  let's just stay... please!" He buried his face in Logan's chest, clinging to him desperately.

Logan brushed his hand over his husband's hair gently, "have I ever told you when was the first time I realized my feelings for you?"

Janus shook his head without looking up, crying, his tears staining Logan's shirt.

"We were on our way to meet our friends for a vacation, there was a storm and my car broke down, we had to walk in the rain for the nearest motel and, of course, the only room available there had only one bed. I would have offered to sleep on the floor but it was cold so we had to sleep together to keep each other from freezing."

"I remember that, the next morning I told you"

"Don't get used to it" they said in unison, then chuckled, Janus finally looking up to meet his eyes.

"That morning I realized... I liked waking up next to you." Logan said, "you'll always have these memories, Jan, and our friends will help you. You'll get through this, I know you will. I love you."

"I love you too... so much... I don't know what I'll do without you.." Janus said.

Logan felt himself slipping away and smiled, "you'll figure it out, you were always the smartest of us two." And with that, he disappeared forever, his consciousness finally letting go.

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Janus watched his husband disappear, and his surroundings soon after.

Next thing he knew, he was in his room... their room, blinking away tears. A knock came from his door and a tiny part of him still hoped it was Logan.

But, of course if wasn't, Virgil walked in instead.

"Hey... you've been hold up in your room since the funeral... how you holding up?"

Janus broke down, tears streaming down his face as Virgil went to hug him tight, "I've been better..."

But he'll get through it... he has to, he promised Logan.

[heiayen]

love across the stars various x gn!reader

summary: small snippets of you and your lover, but each universe and scenario is different <3

tags: snippets, modern au (yoimiya, kazuha, shenhe, ayaka, albedo) canon divergence (wanderer), this is just many aus where you meet the character, established relationship (ayaka, shenhe, albedo, xiao), pre-relationship (wanderer, kazuha, yoimiya), 100+ words each

notes: *crawls out of the grave* im alive!! not really though!! anyways this is a part of @favonius-library gift exchange event and this is a gift for @soleillunne!! i hope ull enjoy it <3

WANDERER

Wanderer was plagued with... dreams. He would wake up near a waterfall, in a quiet forest, interrupted only by the gentle playing of a harp. Your harp.

You would always sit next to the water, strumming the strings, but never daring to talk. Wanderer didn't either. Though, he did ask Nahida once about it, after she noticed his thinking face.

"It seems a certain deity took interest in you!"

That was so stupid. A deity? Took interest in him? Why would anyone even do that? And yet, his curiosity piqued, he couldn't help but speak up the next time he saw you.

You stopped playing the harp and looked at him, a small smile gracing your lips. Your beauty sure was the one of a deity.

"Let's have a chat, shall we?"

KAZUHA

The flower shop was beautiful, everyone and you thought. But so was the florist working there; Kazuha was his name. You were an often guest there, always asking for flower bouquets to put in your room. You usually had a theme ready, be it a certain color, a certain feel or whatever you thought would fit the week. And Kazuha always gladly created the prettiest bouquets one could think so.

So one day you asked him to make a bouquet that he wanted to. With a charming smile he went to the backroom and some time later, came back with a bouquet even prettier than the previous ones. He gave it to you with a soft smile that made your heart skip a beat.

When you later checked the flowers and its meanings online, it turned out that every flower had some kind of a romantic meaning behind it...

And you couldn't help but wonder if it meant anything more.

XIAO

Alatus was the name he used online, but Xiao was the name you knew him with. He was a popular streamer, known for his... interesting attitude, but also for how private he was with his life. So it was a big shock when the news came that he was dating someone. Namely, you.

It was so shocking to his viewers to see someone in the background of his camera. You walked up to him and Xiao turned off his mic– or, well so he thought. The conversation between two lovers that was meant to be private, simply, blew up Twitter that day.

From that on, you became an often guest on his streams and everyone completely adored the way his eyes softened every time you walked in.

ALBEDO

Albedo had a habit you adored.

He would often take photos of you, be it when you were doing simply nothing, just sitting next to him, or maybe when you were busy watching a movie or reading. When your attention wasn't on him.

Or when you were smiling, pointing at something you noticed, wanting to capture your happiness.

You do look the prettiest when you were happy, he noticed. It was a view so precious to him, he wanted to capture it.

He never asked you to pose, no. He wanted to capture the real you, the one you allowed him to see; not the one you showed to others.

You knew about it, he wasn't especially sneaky with the photos anyway. but you had no complaints about it.

It somehow... made you feel special.

Special in a way only he could make you feel.

YOIMIYA

It was New Year's Eve when you noticed her, amidst the colorful lights of the fireworks. You didn't know her name or who she even was, seeing her for the first time in your life, in the middle of a park.

Even though it was dark and the only source of light were the fireworks, you swore you could see her beautiful smile. Full of happiness and warmth. You stared at her until your eyes met and, oh.

She really was beautiful.

Her eyes shining brighter than anything else could, brighter than the fireworks in the sky, she waved to you and gestured for you to come. She didn't want anyone to spend this time alone, after all.

You didn't know this stranger's name or anything about her, and yet your heart already made a verdict about her.

"My name is Yoimiya! And what about you?"

SHENHE

On ice, Shenhe looked like a princess. Movement graceful and fluid, as if skating was something natural to her. As if the ice was her second home. You sometimes felt like it was. She looked so pretty, twirling on the ice. There was no music, no spotlight on her, and she was just another skater among the others, but your eyes couldn't just leave her.

After a moment though, she skated to the railing, on which the other side of it you were standing.

She noticed your staring. You smiled.

"Just admiring you."

Her cheeks grew just a bit redder, already blushed from skating, and you couldn't help but smile just a bit wider. She looked at you for a moment before opening her mouth and speaking.

"Would you like to skate with me?"

AYAKA

She was your muse.

So elegant with her moves, everything carefully thought through, she was stealing your breath with her beauty. You lost count of the songs you wrote for her, the words singing a quiet love confession for Ayaka.

You wanted to write her a song she could dance to.

Carefully write the notes down on paper, gently press the piano keys, and with all your heart softly sing the lyrics, and so watch her move, watch her dance to the melodies of your love for her.

You told yourself that you would one day.

Just one day.

There was no need to rush, after all.

[iridescentdove]

i'm so sorry for being dead for so long ,, things go on at work and i have to prepare for some cosplays event, then be away for 2 weeks at spain—

requests are closed by the way! sicne people still keep sending me stuff 😭 don't worry, i'll open them once i'm free. for now, everyone stay safe and happy !! i can't wait to write again, because i have many ideas for all of you <3

spoiler: bsd series ✨️

because i've been gone for long, here's a small preview for you. also, the series has a bit of smut maybeee ...

it's a dazai x reader x chuuya.

yes, you heard me right. now get over here, you simps.

WASHED AWAY

INTRODUCING - A BUNGOU STRAY DOGS: SIREN! AU

...

It was a peaceful voyage in the luxurious cruise. You leaned by the docks, arms rested on the railing as you look out to sea. Well, this was boring. Your mother promised it was way more entertaining than staying home all day coped in a room.

She were so wrong.

Splashing came from below – seemingly, in an attempt to draw attention. One'd think it was just a dolphin, or of some sort. Until well, you heared talking.

— "Oi, Dazai. You'll be noticed, you know!"

— "Exactly what I want~? Hehe."

Two sirens ... casually swimming and following the cruise ship. They obviously had tails instead of legs – swimming around gracefully. They looked ... so handsome, in a way. A charming appearance that shouldn't even look real.

Wait–

SIREN?!

Much confusion was held. A siren? Wait – are you just dreaming? There's no way they're real, right? Yet your thoughts were proven wrong as soon as you saw two of them swimming just by the ship. Oh, how strange.

— "Hm? ..."

What a queer day. You decided to peer over just down by the railing, noticing their bickering and rested your arms by the cold metal, unsure what to do next.

They seemed to be ... whispering to one another, but you couldn't understand the foreign siren tongue. Aha joke, you did.

That librarian knowledge did not go to waste.

Soon, the two sirens looked back up – both staring in the direction where you were.

— "Hey ... look there. There's an attractive young mortal!"

— "Shall we... greet them, Chuuya~? Hehe."

— "I shall not refuse the first chance of entertainment, either."

Both sirens swam up as their tails moved fluidly, their sweet siren songs ... filling your ears.

They wanted you.

A lulling, sweet song – having enchanted the very core of one's own being and slowly leading to the predator. It was as you thought. Despite how tempting it was, you really didn't want to drown, do you?

So! You decides to back off. With your mouth shut. What a brave soul. You used every fiber of your being to resist the song, finding it praisable that you'd have read knowledge of sirenhood beforehand ...

They didn't stop. It became louder. And louder. And louder – it soon came that your own will was slowly breaking apart. They needed you. To listen.

— "This mortal is quite strong ... but they will succumb soon."

— "Awe ... They can't resist forever~"

— "Especially with two sirens."

No.

Two male sirens.

They were seducing you.

Seduction. That rang in your ears. Well, heavens me! It's been quite a while since you've ever heard of that. Ever since you were once seduced by a student in junior high school and somehow ended up shoving him into a broom closet filled with puke and cobwebs since he wouldn't shut the fuck up.

Obviously that was Nikolai.

Slowly, you panicked. Trying to find a way to escape this dire situation, in any means necessary. It may as well be hopeless, but you couldn't just succumb to your end. You kept your mouth shut, trying not to say anything ...

They swam towards you, slowly. Their voices ... singing, still. You wanted their voices. And their words. And their body. And their touch.

In fact – oh, why not.

Well ... you just wanted them.

You opened your mouth. They were basically ready to spring up and grab you at anytime. They were an inch away from the ship, where you stood. They were smiling, as usual – it seemed.

Give in to them, (Y/N). It's just that easy.

...

Oh, fuck it.

— "I ..."

This wouldn't have been preferred, but yet again, this is you obviously – (Y/N). The most lucky and yet (usually) stupidest bitch we know. Ah, look at that. Here it comes. You take a deep breath, clenching your fists.

She notices Chuuya's gleaming, steely blue irises staring at with that sultry look.

— "... Sir ... those are fanfiction blue orbs."

Silence came afterwards.

Chuuya was stunned at this comment. He didn't stop singing, though. If anything, he was more interested in singing and seducing you. He was a siren.

But at some point, he was at a loss for words. One simple question was in his mind, bugging him.

What in the flip-fucking fish is fanfiction?

Dazai had stopped singing as well. He was staring at you, raising an eyebrow – he looked amused, yet concerned? He looked like he was jaw dropped, to be honest. He seemed to be he was in disbelief. What the f-

— "Those ... are what?"

Not much of a moment later, you replied to the brunette.

— "Don't smirk, fishboy. That's cringe."

With that, it took all your might to salute and speed walk away ... whereas, when you finally made it inside – you shut the cruise doors loudly. Sad. Now they have to wait for you to come out again ... which might never be in a hundred years.

In the end, the silence protruded as soft giggles were heard. Until, the two sirens were full fledged in laughing – mostly because you called a siren a ... fishboy.

— "A fishboy~? Aren't you precious."

— "But don't worry. This is the start of a great entertainment. This is fun, Dazai."

You could hear them singing outside the door.

— "You can't keep us out. We always find a way – even if we have to break into the cruise ship and drag you to the sea."

They were so fucking petty.

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aaaand done! it's a long preview, huh? SO PLEASE FORGIVE ME I DID MY BEST.

it'll be out once i'm no longer on hiatus and have finished all seven requests in my inbox lmfao. it's not much at all, but i only post when i get a burst of energy so ...

see you all soon! <3