#I don't know what do do with all these birds thoughts

[homunculus-argument]

Hey to whom it may concern:

If you're likely to find yourself in a situation where you'll be hosting/guiding/otherwise spending a lot of time with international visitors of any sort, I recommend brushing up on your skills in identifying your most common local flora and fauna. Even if you've never given another thought to all the random birds and weeds that have grown around your neighbourhood forever, they're still going to be something novel and completely new for someone who's never seen them before.

While the chances of being asked about them are low, you'll be doing yourself a favour nonetheless by getting to know your environment a little bit better. And in the unlikely event that your guest might point at a tree you've seen a thousand times before and ask you "what is that tree?" you'll save yourself a lot of embarrassment by having a better answer than just "uh, I don't know."

[belovedbright]

She found the shrine when she was seven… partially collapsed stone in what had once been a field.

Thea ran her hands gently over the collapsed stones.

“If I rebuilt it, it might be large enough to hide in,” she thought. “Maybe I would be safe from…” but her mind snapped closed before that line of thought could go any further.

Thea began shifting stones, grunting as she cleared the fallen. She worked for hours until, the capstone fell, heavier than she could manage, scattering half a wall, and leaning heavily on another. Thea flopped heavily to the ground, blinking back tears. It was growing late, her hands were scraped, and hunger was making her crabby and easily frustrated.

“I can’t do it,” she said, her voice whining even to her own ears, which left her feeling angry & spiteful.

She pulled a honey cake from her pouch, and broke it in half. She was a clever though lonely child, and knew intent matter as much as anything else. As she ate her half, she considered the stone pile. The capstone lay forming a lean-to with one wall.

She rose and prodded it gently. It seemed solidly wedged, the wall stable. There was a little space beneath it. She knelt & swept away dead leaves. “This is all I have,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry it’s only half. I was really hungry.”

She rose up, wiping dirty hands on her dirty skirts. The shadows were growing longer, too long for a young girl to still be in the woods. “I need to go now. I hope you’re still here.”

Then she ran, fleeing through the woods towards civilization. Behind her two voices sighed. *

At age ten, she was finally strong enough to rebuild the tiny temple using pilfered rope, and tree limbs for levers & ramps. She’d been coming for years at that point, always with the offerings of the kinds of treasures children find. Honeycakes; ripe, stolen grapes; the remains of a bird’s egg, bright blue and smaller than her thumb. Once she smuggled a small chipped cup with a mouthful of beer still inside. (They'll never notice it's gone, she'd said as she slid it into the crevasse of the shrine. She'd been wrong, but wasn't sorry all the same.) Even though no god spoke to her, she talked enough for both of them. Moreover, she felt a contentment and warmth in the shrine's little grove that she felt nowhere else.

"Even if you don't speak, I know you're there," she said as she worked at repairing the shrine. She packed the lower walls between posts and packed earth to help hold them in place. Whenever she found herself wishing she had someone to help, to be an extra pair of hands, she found the wind changed, or the materials finally cooperated. She dug, heaved, lashed, and lifted, until finally the shrine was a real structure once more.

Once again, much like that first day, she was tired and hungry. But today she was undefeated. "We did it," she whispered, as she put the cup back with her offering of ripe raspberries.

"You did it," the god said with a voice like honey and feathers, gentle and sweet. Thea's eyes widened as she fell backwards, sprawling.

"You're here," she said finally, feeling her youth suddenly a disadvantage. "What can a child say to a god?" she thought. She scrambled around, kneeling in the dirt before the shrine.

The god chuckled softly, like the sound of wind through a wheat field. "You have knelt plenty today as you worked child, you do not need to do so again. You know that we are small gods here. Forgotten gods. I have little power to help you."

Another god spoke with a voice like crisp apples, like deep earth, like the first hint of frost, "We have lain here for centuries, with only each other's company. You should go, child, find a greater god to guide you."

Thea said nothing at first, for the shadows were long, and the night coming on too soon. "I see that I have two gods, and perhaps two small gods are better than any mighty one." And then she was off in a flash, racing the sun home once more.

"She didn't even ask our names," the God of Arepo grumbled.

"Hush," Arepo, the god of everlasting friendship replied.

She came back again the next day, of course, with a handkerchief of berries and one tiny copper coin. *

Thea came as often as she could as a child, with her wild offerings and gentle devotion. Once when she was eleven, she brought a candle stub, though she had no way to light it. She sat, leaning lightly against the shrine that day, her cheek covered in a rapidly darkening bruise. "I wish I had a way to light it for you," she said brightly. "I wish I could bring you some of the incense from the bigger shrines, but then I couldn't light that either. Maybe perfume? Do gods like perfume? Or maybe flowers? Flowers smell nice…"

The gods listened to her chatter for some time, answering her questions with amused fondness. Then Arepo said, "Do you need to talk about what happened?"

Her smile vanished as she reached a hand towards her face and pulled her knees to her chest. "Could you do anything if I did?"

"No," the God of Arepo said sadly.

"No then," Thea said quietly. "This is enough." And the three of them sat a while longer on that cool, Autumn day, enjoying the light through the changing leaves, the crispness in the air, the humble, fragile beauties in the world. *

When she was thirteen, she fled to the shrine by night for the first time, under a high gibbous moon. She curled up against the shrine, sobbing and bruised, years of stories pouring out of her. Her gods listened and fretted until the small candle stub lit inside the shrine. Just enough for a little light and warmth in the darkness -- a fragile beauty certainly -- but unexpected. They talked as she slept.

"I thought you could do nothing, old friend," said Arepo to his god.

"So did I," said the god of Arepo, who was beginning to become something more. *

Thea was fourteen when her father died. She did not weep. She stole three cups of beer from the funeral, and fled to the woods. She drank one, leaving the others for her gods. "We didn't do anything," they protested. "We could do nothing."

"Of course you did," Thea said, not realizing she was weeping. "You were here. When I needed a friend, I found you both. You were here." And the god of everlasting friendship felt something changing in himself as well. *

The seasons and years came and went. Thea's mother remarried a kinder, better man. Thea herself married a good man, if not a passionate one. They had six children who lived, a kindness so rarely afforded to anyone. And though Thea did not take them to the shrine, she taught them of her gods in her own way. To pay attention to the fleeting, humble beauty of the world. To be a friend to the friendless. To be kind, even when a situation feels beyond hope. And every year, she returned to her shrine to sweep away the leaves. To bring her candles and berries and even incense. To talk with her oldest, truest friends. *

The last time Thea came to the shrine, her hands were aching, her gait slow, her heart thrumming unsteady in her chest. She struggled to sit down, placing her offering just at the mouth of the shrine, for she could bend no further. "I have another granddaughter," she said softly, her voice coarsened with age. Her gods gathered close to her, warming her with their presence.

"You're dying, Thea," the god of humble, fleeting beauty said, his voice like the the fall of cut wheat. It pained him to realize that, she too was one of those fleeting, beautiful things.

"I know," said the priestess of Arepo and his God. "I am so sorry. I should have done more for you. It was selfish to keep you to myself." And the gods wept together.

"If…" said the god of Arepo. "If we could do some great thing for you, Thea. If we could, what would you want it to be?"

She smiled quietly, her breathing coming shorter. "I think… the world would be a kinder place… if everyone treasured the small, humble, beauty in the world. If everyone felt the surety of unconditional love and friendship. I would want that, for everyone."

"Yes," said Arepo quietly.

"Yes," said the god of humble beauty.

As Thea's soul left her body with her breath, the gods felt something new pass through them, a change in the earth and heavens, powerful as lightning, but gentle as waking. They each kissed her forehead, then looked at each other anew.

"We are still small gods," said the God of Opening Your Heart to Small Beauty.

"Perhaps two small gods can be better than one mighty one. Or perhaps we will need to work harder " said the God of Unconditional Love. Arepo extended his hand, "One soul at a time?"

And the gods walked, hand-in-hand, out into the world.

CODA [I thought I was done, then took a shower & found the rest.]

Years later, the gods found themselves in a prisoner of war camp. The men lay, head to foot, shivering and dying in the mud, open air above them, and walls around. "What use are small beauties here, in this place? We are still too small, too weak to do anything," cried the God of Opening Your Heart to Small Beauty. And Arepo wept, for he too felt powerless in the face of such cruelty. Even love and friendship could only do so much. They heard, before they saw it, one voice, then another, as the soldiers began to sing. As they looked around, they saw someone crossing the camp, the soldiers voices growing behind her. Until Thea stood, holding a single candle, radiant beyond measure.

"I am the goddess of a candle against infinite darkness, of the whispered voice against despair, of the thinnest slivers of hope." The three small gods embraced, as the voices around them grew steadier, clearer, and brighter.

While other god's shrines are magnificent, yours is a bit too humbling. And yet a little girl visits you every year after stumbling upon it, never missing a year even as she grows old. Deeply moved, you decide to give her a parting gift greater than what any other God would dare to give.

[ms-spkhd]

Part one

Admittedly, Eddie feels really fucking stupid about it in retrospect. Jeff tells him, in that soft and placating way he tells him anything, that he should stop worrying about his hindsight bias. Yeah, right. Hindsight bias doesn't apply for Steve Harrington dangling himself in front of Eddie's face like the metaphorical carrot on a stick.

It feels like a kick in the head, if anything. One that rattles his brain against his skull like the ricochet of a bullet. Or a maraca with a single, tiny bead in it, if he wants to be more technical about it.

But that's beside the point. What's important is that Steve Harrington is, like, into Eddie--which definitely throws all of his preconceived notions about boy wonder with serial monogamy problems of the heterosexual variety out of the fucking window and past the goalpost--and Eddie's been farting around for the past few months twiddling his fucking thumbs about it.

Well, it's not definitive.

The more that Eddie ruminates on it--and he spends several nights ruminating on it--Jeff's theory that Steve might be tipping the Kinsey scale sounds like...well. A theory.

It's the doubt that comes rearing its head that stops Eddie in his tracks from actually doing anything.

("Wow," Jeff grumbles as they hotbox in the back of Jeff's hand-me-down olive green Pinto a week after their stunning revelation, "trust Virgin Supreme to self-sabotage when someone is begging for you to climb on his lap and--"

"I told you that in confidence," Eddie spits as he digs through the glove compartment for a cassette to replace the oft-abused Kill 'Em All tape that's been blaring on repeat for the past two hours. "You're really mean when you're high, you know that, right?"

Jeff shrugs and takes a hit of the blunt they've been sharing. "I'm releasing my inhibitions. You can't silence me.")

Eddie trusts Steve. Of course he'd lay down his life for the man that dragged him out of hell without a single look behind like a preppy fucking Orpheus. But there's always the lingering thought that, despite everything they've gone through together, Eddie loving Steve would be the tipping point that ruins everything.

He finds himself balancing the line of keeping it in, too scared of the risk his heart will pose on their friendship, and fully committing to the pipe dream of Steve Harrington possibly wanting him back.

And, in Jeff's wise words, Biblically.

"Hey, Bird," Eddie asks Robin one night at the drive-in theater when Steve's out buying their snacks--medium popcorn loaded with cheddar powder and butter for Eddie, since he just popped a Lactaid ten minutes beforehand, and Milk Duds for Robin--"What would you do, hypothetically, if you think someone is really into you--"

"Here we go," Robin sighs, leaning back in the passenger seat. Eddie can't help but feel miffed at her dismissive attitude, but he knows for a fact that she's all ears.

"--And you, hypothetically, really like them back, but you don't know for sure if they actually, hypothetically, want you, or if it's just wishful thinking on your part?"

"Any you mean this totally hypothetically?" Robin says as she turns to face the rear seats where he's sitting and chewing at his cuticles.

"Yeah. This is a theoretical situation that I want your input in. Think of it like a...thought experiment."

Robin nods with narrowed eyes, like she sees through the bullshit with an all-seeing eye. "Right. Thought experiment. Is this hypothetical person a queer or not?"

"It never crossed your mind," Eddie confirms. "She looks like the posterchild of suburban heterosexuality, but she's gotten very invested in your very gay sex life out of the blue recently."

"So which one of you is the man invested or tell me about what eating out is like invested?"

"Tell me what eating out is like invested."

Robin hums in thought, tapping her index finger against her chin like the situation is really vexing her. "That sounds pretty gay, Eddie."

She is right, that does sound pretty gay. But it doesn't help him in his predicament at all, since Steve seemed to back off about the 'so do you play rock paper scissors to find out who gets it?' questions after Eddie frustratedly admitted that 'DnD club president and metalhead virgin at almost twenty' wasn't exactly a hot item in Indianapolis, much less Hawkins.

"Okay, new layer," Eddie says, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "What if, say, instead of asking you out--which you think is her next move--she starts trying to set you up with a bunch of girls you don't know."

There's muffled chatter from outside the Beemer's windows. Cars rev in the distance as they pull into the lot. Eddie watches Robin in contemplative silence as she thinks through her answer.

"That is difficult," she concedes, and Eddie is feeling more desperate than ever. "Can't imagine that ever happening to me."

Eddie mumbles, "Thank God it's a hypothetical."

"But if you think about it, it's either some misguided attempt to put me out there, or it's a Hail Mary to get me to realize I like her."

"Okay, well. Both options seem pretty hard to differentiate when you don't know what the fucking context behind the action is."

"For what it's worth," Robin says, her expression softening ever-so-slightly, "I think it's the Hail Mary. It's not my place to tell, but you should really give up the idea that it's wishful thinking and give it a shot."

Eddie's a millisecond away from asking, is it that obvious? before there's a sharp knock against his window. He yelps, head whipping around to find Steve with that sly grin slapped on his stupid, handsome face.

Eddie rolls down the window and tries to school his expression. He doesn't need to, really, because Steve shoves the popcorn into his hands and declares, "A medium sized popcorn with cheddar powder and lots of fucking butter for you, my friend. Bone of a teeth."

"Just fucking say it regularly," Robin groans as he yanks open the drivers seat door and tosses her a box of Milk Duds. "I know you can, you jackass!"

Steve laughs, full and hearty, as he turns to look at Eddie in the rear seats. He's like bottled-up sunshine contained into the shape of an American heartthrob. He's like Venus as a boy.

Eddie feels like he's staring down the barrel of a gun.

Another week of ruminating goes by, this time with Robin's words echoing in his head like a reverb pedal, and Eddie keeps that yellow pick near his heart the entire time. It's a real push and pull type situation, he realizes. His heart goes one way, his brain goes the other, which is fucking typical.

He doesn't talk to Jeff about it, because he knows he'll get the same answer, and he doesn't dare talk to Robin about it again. He feels she knows too much, and he has know idea how much she's accidentally telepathically transferred to Steve.

Eddie is about halfway through debating shaving his hair off as a way of regaining control when he finds Steve standing on his doorstep like a fucking Mormon.

"Eddie, man," Steve says with zero preamble, "my cousin's boyfriend has a roommate that I think you'd like."

"Nice weather we're having," Eddie responds blankly. Frankly, with the way things are going, he's getting sick of it.

But he can't help the way that Steve still looks beautiful as his eyebrows bunch together and pretty pink lips pinch into a thin line.

"Come on, man. I think this'll be a good start for you. I think he's into the same bands as you. I think Kathy said he was a Skid Row roadie, or something like that."

"I'm not that big of a Hair Metal guy," Eddie admits, and Steve deflates a bit.

"Well, if it helps, he kind of looks like me.' Jesus Christ. "Devastatingly handsome and all."

Eddie's damn near about to snap like a worn-out Stretch Armstrong being mauled by two pitbulls. He feels like he's about to blow a fucking gasket in front of the guy he's been holding very ill-advised affection towards since his sophomore year of high school. The very same guy who's been trying to set Eddie up with literally everyone with a functioning penis with exception of himself, the only guy Eddie has wanted. Ever.

There's no way Steve is that dense, right?

Eddie knows that the guy's smart, despite everyone telling him otherwise. Steve can definitely do mental math better than Eddie can dream of doing--since Frankie Gershwin passed down the sacred Hellfire DM calculator once Eddie took over Hellfire after he graduated--and he actually graduated on time, unlike yours truly.

But Eddie doesn't fucking get it.

"Steve," Eddie blurts, rather unceremoniously, "what are you doing?"

Steve blinks. His smile wanes dangerously low. "...I'm setting you up with a handsome dude."

"I don't understand why you're doing this though. Are you fucking with me, or something?"

"No, dude, I just..." Steve's expression shifts. His shoulders sag and he rakes a hand through his hair. He looks devastatingly earnest. "I just want to see you happy."

"If you want me to be happy," Eddie snaps, "then just ask me out yourself, since I've fucking been in love with you since April."

Steve freezes, hazelnut eyes like full moons on dinnerplates.

Eddie's hand flexes on the doorknob as he resists the white-hot urge to slam the door shut on Steve's shocked face. Maybe he should take a vacation down south to Mexico. Perhaps change his name and never come back. Hopefully there'll be sweet and earnest boys with olive skin and luscious hair waiting for him on the beaches of Cancun. Holy shit this is a fucking disaster.

"Oh," Steve says.

"Yeah, oh."

"You love me?" Steve asks, eyes sparkling like the rural sky. He draws closer to Eddie, raising a hand that begs to touch him.

"When have I not?" Eddie admits as leans into Steve's touch against his shoulder and laces their fingers together.

I guess I was, uh. I wasn't expecting it." Steve smiles softly and gazes at their intertwined hands.

"Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Love me too?"

"Oh God." It's like Eddie's staring straight into the sun, with the ways Steve's smile grows more intense with each second. He wants to have it burned into his retinas. "Of course I do. It feels so stupid how much I'm obsessed with you."

"You know, you have a weird way of putting it, what with all the setting me up with guys I don't know," Eddie chirps. Steve chuffs and shakes his head like a guilty dog.

"I guess I wasn't expecting you to want me back. I wasn't sure you'd go for guys like me."

For jocks hangs heavy and silent in the air between them, as if Steve hasn't quite jumped over that hurtle of guilt over the person he was in high school. Sure, he was king of the letter crowd, but he's nothing like the douchebag from '83. Steve would never shove him into a locker or be a general chest-beating moron around Eddie, because he's not a moron. He's sweet and dorky and a little misguided, sometimes, but he has the heart of the size of a mack truck and a kindness to show it.

The thought of Steve talking Eddie's ear off about Sportsketball and the works sends an excited little shiver down his spine.

"I would," Eddie says, completely and utterly honestly. "God, I would for you."

He brings Steve's hand to his lips and smacks a wet kiss over the soft skin. "And the necklace..."

"That was my Hail Mary," Steve admits with a bashful shrug of his shoulders.

"I haven't taken it off since you've given it to me."

Steve releases his grip from Eddie's spindly hand and brushes his fingertips against Eddie's collarbone, tugging at the chain of the necklace until it untucks itself from underneath Eddie's shirt. Eddie watches the way that Steve lights up like a fucking electrical surge at the hint of sunshine yellow against his pale skin. It makes Eddie flush a bright red.

And when Steve's palm flattens against Eddie's chest and pushes him inside Eddie's new government loaned trailer, he lets himself be pushed against the wall and kissed.

And kissed, and kissed, and kissed.

Sufficed to say, when Eddie wakes up the next morning with Steve drooling against the back of his neck and his warm hand splayed against the skin of his naked chest, Eddie vows to always take Jeff's word for it.

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holy shit i was not expecting for part one to get that much fanfare. to be honest, i was totally intending for it to be a one and done to explore eddie and jeff's friendship, and believe me, my heart is so warmed by the reception it got. i recently have gotten myself out of a months long slump and have been swamped with college work, so i apologize for my writing being so few and far between. thank you all and i hope this is the resolution you were waiting so patiently for! :)

@grtwdsmwhr @eyehartart @bananahoneycomb @notasmoothman @colidamae

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Short fic for Gamigin's birthday (it's his bday every day in my heart)

Gamigin was always an early bird. The sort of person to go to sleep early and wake up even earlier. He was used to slithering off from Lucifer's arms but today something was strange, the king was nowhere to be seen. He looked around the small cabin for a bit but just assumed that something important must have come up during the night and Lucifer simply didn't want to allert his brother. Gamigin chuckled, he was such a great older brother. He sometimes hoped that more people would interact with him and get to see his real personality, but most were offput by his strange identity. Gamigin never really thought about what he was, he was a devil and he was a dragon, but those weren't mutually exclusive.

He checked the calander and gasped. It was his birthday today! He completely forgot! Oh, he was going to get all his brothers together and they were going to play board games and then they'll bake a cake made from Lucifer's flowers and the morning dew and then they were going to hang out in the park and then-

Gamigin kept thinking up ways to celebrate his birthday, but when he reached the Paradise Lost hospital, the heart of the whole country, and stepped inside, he was met with silence. He went to the office and checked the table only to.have his worst fear revealed to him - all his brother's were busy. And with quite important clients with heavy injuries. But Gamigin never let sadness get the better of him. He breathed in and decided to spend his day with Jjok, the only devil that he knew would be willing to spend time with him now.

The small devil gifted Gamigin some berries and wished him a happy birthday. After all, they've known eachother since they were young.

"Aren't the rest going to celebrate with us?"

"No. They're kind of busy right now, I don't want to disturb them. But the night will come and I'll throw the coolest party ever. I made them raspberry juice, just the way brother Morax likes it. And of course I got brother Lucifer his favorite tea. Even added some sugar to it since its good for circulation. Hope he took care of his bandages today."

"Kids these days don't know how to celebrate a birthday..."

"Jjok! Don't say that! We're the same age."

"We small demons age differently"

"Just because you have white hair doesn't mean you're old. Brother Lucifer has white hair and he's got the most vital spirit I've ever seen."

The two friends continued chatting as Gamigin picked up the ingredients for the cake he was going to bake himself.

Then Gamigin's phone rang. He usually didn't spend a lot of time on his phone, but he knew how messages and calls worked. It was a message from Lucifer and Gamigin couldn't help but squee as he saw it.

>Brother Gamigin

>Let us meet in my garden in 30 minutes

Gamigin's bells jiggled louder than usual, nourishing the vegetation around, but also annoying Jjok. They both ran to Lucifer's garden, excitment plastered all over Gamigin's face. As they both enter it, Gamigin spots Lucifer at the table and waves at him.

"Brother Lucifer!"

With a lounge, Gamigin almost makes the chair fall over along with Lucifer. The king can't help the small smile creeping on his face as the young dragon curls on his lap and they start cuddling. It was a familiar sensation, one that they both enjoyed. Lucifer as the oldest being, celebrated many birthdays, though the ones spent with his brothers usually ended up with Michael and Gabriel mawling eachother if they didn't get the exact amount of attention from Lucifer as the other. But with Gamigin it was different... more innocent and sweet. Lucifer began doing what he never thought he would again, he sang Gamigin a song. His voice was rearly heard, but even when he spoke it was with a monotone expression. Singing was always off the table, but not today, not for Gamigin.

Awestruck by the sheer beauty and reverance of Lucifer's voice, Gamigin stared with a blush on his face. He understood the meaning behind it even though the words were in an ancient language foreign to the dragon. The song ended with Lucifer stroking his hair and placing a sweet kiss on his forhead.

"Happy birthday, brother."

"Thank you, Lucifer. I love you"

Gamigin hugged Lucifer with his arms wrapped around his neck and his legs around his waist. Lucifer let the young man purr in his arms a bit before responding.

"I love you too, Gamigin"

[theorphicangel]

angel’s 3k 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

we hit 3k!!!! ahhhhh thank you so so so much for reading and supporting my works, whether you've only read one of my works or you've read multiple it really means a lot to me and I hope to write more and more in the future. I really love writing and this blog is my utmost passion!! I really love everyone who's made it a better place for me and most importantly every single writer I have read who has inspired me in each and every way!! thank you for your support <3

sappy time over but here's ten whole fics that i have planned in celebration for the next month or two.

(spoiler: fics are named after song lyrics and the song titles are in each synopsis, I hope you can spot them! <3)

if you would like to added to the taglist for one or multiple works let me know and I can tag you!!

" you can be careless with me "

sukuna x fem!reader | nsfw & angst synopsis: you know sukuna doesn't do relationships, let alone fall in love , but you convince him that he doesn't have to be perfect. you allow him the precious chance to be careless with you. word count: tba

" you don't love him if you're thinking of me "

toji x fem!reader | nsfw synopsis: you're still hung up on your ex. in an attempt to move on you jump into a new relationship...sooner or later it doesn't work out and you find yourself back in toji's arms. after confessing your relationships woes he tells you to repeat after him the words you've known all along... word count: tba

" but when I'm older, i'll be moving onward "

childhood best friend! suguru x gn!reader | fluff & angst synopsis: it's been a while since you've seen suguru. a whole year in fact. whilst being away at university you hope he's still the suguru you still remember. only one way to find out when he texts you...'meet me at our spot'. word count: tba

" hold me, console me and then i'll leave without a trace "

suguru x gn!reader | angst synopsis: suguru seems different. heavy under eye bags, a little more quiet than usual, his clothes a little looser, distracted and lost in his thoughts; disconnected from the world as a whole. seems no one noticed...but you. word count: tba

"a bird in a cage, thought you were made for me....(don't hate you) but I can't save you"

gojo x gn!reader | angst synopsis: the talk. you both know what needs to happen but neither of you want to make the final decision. if it does happen you can't help but notice how blue the world seems without him. word count: tba

"my boy, come take my hand"

toji x gn!reader | fluff synopsis: toji hasn't always been perfect, it's his imperfection that's made him flawed since birth; you let him know it's okay for him to be imperfect for you. word count: tba

"instead I'm gonna love you like you were new"

suguru x gn!reader - fluff synopsis: suguru doesn't know what good deed he's committed in his previous life to deserve you but that's okay, because if there's one thing you know... it's that he would give the world to you anyways. word count: tba

"think twice 'cause you got a long way to go"

gojo x gn!reader | fluff synopsis: you meet a cocky man at the club, he thinks he has you wrapped around his finger but you remind him... he's got a long way to go before ending up with you. word count: tba

"what are you willing to do?"

suguru x fem!reader | fluff, suggestive synopsis: you're hurt and the only remedy is for suguru to kiss it better. (doctor's orders.) word count: tba

"all mine"

gojo x gn!reader | fluff synopsis: perhaps you need the reminder that in satoru's eyes, there's no one else but you. word count: tba

[miishiman]

breathe, breathe, breathe - 920 words

little christmas microfic/drabble of moonwater!! i'm warming up for longer stuff so any critics/comments are much appreciated!! also still learning tags so if theres stuff i should mention pre-fic lmk!!

cw for very mild angst/hurt-comfort, regulus having trauma from walburga and orion's a+ parenting

Hogwarts in the winter was serene. The morning before holiday, the grounds were covered in an unbroken sheet of white, the sun shimmered gently on the frozen lake, and Regulus Black was beyond cold.

He heaved his way up the stairs from the dungeons, hia robes wrapped tighter than usual to try to maintain any body heat he had. In front of him, Barty prattled on about how he thought his holiday would go, while a half asleep Evan nodded along.

Breakfast was already being served, and the Great Hall was brimming with life. Regulus shivered as he slipped into his usual spot at the Slytherin table, immediately picking up the cup of hot chocolate resting on the table. He was always grateful for the house elves and the magic that had refreshments on the table without having to ask.

The trio chatted around, discussing end of term exams and how they thought they did and then the plans for next term. The final owl delivery came later than usual, the birds also seemingly ready for a long rest. Regulus' Great Horned Owl carried a small red envelope in his talons and dropped it into his lap with well practiced grace.

"Ohh, summons from Mother Dearest?" Teased Evan.

"Or perhaps a secret love letter from the boy you won't tell us about?" Barty tacked on, making a ridiculous expression to annoy his friend more.

Regulus shook his head and opened the envelope to a small note with no more than a sentance on it.

Our spot after breakfast?

-R.

He did his best to conceal his smile, peeking at the Gryffindor table.

Barty caught his glance up, and apparently never satisfied being an arse, nagged on. "It is him! Tell us your secrets Reggie, you cannot keep him away forever."

☽☆☾

With breakfast over and classes out for the term, Regulus' trip to the east wing of the castle was easy. The hard part was shaking his dorm mates, having to eventually strike a deal that they would be the first to know when he felt comfortable sharing who he had been meeting.

The black haired boy arrived first, the empty classroom becoming familiar to him after months of secret rendezvous'. The door opened again not more than two minutes later, and none other than Remus Lupin closed it behind him, a parcel in his hand.

"Reg, hi," He smiled, stepping close and and opening his arms for an embrace. Regulus happily let himself be wrapped in the others arms.

They stood quietly like that for what felt like ages, Remus resting his cheek on Regulus' head and rubbing circles into his back.

His emotions took him over all at once, as if his heart had thawed in the hug, and quietly began crying. It started slow at first, but bubbled into heaving sobs and a tight grip on Remus' jumper. When he began to calm and stepped back, Remus tilted his chin up to look him in the eyes.

"Whats wrong, starshine?" His gentle inquiry made Regulus choke out a sob again and it took him another minute to compose himself enough to respond.

"I don't- I *can't* go back, Rem. I can't do it anymore."

"You don't have to, you can come home with me. It might not be as glamorous as you hope but you'll be home."

"I want to, so badly, but I cannot deal with another howler. I can't promise she wouldn't track me down and hurt you or your parents-"

"We can worry about that later, love. I need you to be safe or my own safety will be the least of my concerns," Remus cut him off, squeezing one of his shoulders as a reassurance. "Just one holiday. I would fight the sun if it meant you never had to go back there."

Regulus sniffled, nodded, and wiped his face. He laughed nervously, "I feel so silly, you make it all sound so simple."

"Your'e not silly, I may not know what all you're going through, but I know I care about you. Everything about you is simple to me."

And Regulus finally felt seen, appreciated, cared for, protected. His chest felt warm and fuzzy, and he almost started crying again. "Thank you..."

"Always, Starshine," Remus went to hold Regulus face and was reminded of the present in his hand. "Oh, this is for you."

Regulus gently took the box from him, the tartan wrapping messy and torn on one side. It was charming, something that was truly only his. He looked up to Remus, searching for a hint of a joke in his eyes but only found a genuine fondness, so he began to pull back the paper.

Under the lid sat a mossy green jumper, one of Remus', one of Regulus' favorites.

"For me?" Remus nodded, taking the box so Regulus could pull out the garment. "I love it," and he started to cry again, clutching the jumper close to his chest.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

The mantra repeated as a chorus in his mind, feeling so overwhelmed with emotion. Remus cared, and in such a way that only Regulus would know. He didn't have to share with his brother or have it taken from him because it 'wasn't proper.' Someone all of his own.

And Regulus decided that this would be the start of something new, something wholly for him. Remus wasn't a secret to keep, parents or brother be damned, he wanted to love Remus outside of this classroom.

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Kittens in the Rafters

Tags: Fluff, Uncle, Lilith acting like a cat and a bird

@meervalv0 for her OC, @candyswirls @jaghatai-khock. @stargazing-sapphire2 @sorormaior @gregariousbonesinger, @victorcreedirl @nightghoulz

There were many things Takashi expected from when the Emperor had come to claim him as his son, and Takashi had thought he'd dealt with all the surprises he'd deal with. Then the IXth had come and he'd come with wings white as snow, and a small winged child still with the grey feathers of a young chick. His brother apparently had his wife recently killed, but the girl... he knew that look. She was scared and very overwhelmed, having already nearly scratched the face off of an Astartes.

Having noted that, Takashi decided to approach the girl carefully and gently, "Hello, I am one of your uncles, my name is Takashi" He says softly kneeling down to be more at her level.

The girl looked at him with distrust, her wings flared out and puffed in an attempt to make herself look bigger. Yet, she did come closer to him and sniffed him a bit before replying in a rather thick accent, "My name's Lilith, Ayah calls me Lili."

Takashi smiled as she came closer to him and lowered her wings, hidden as it was behind his veil. "Are you liking Terra so far?" He decides to ask

Lilith seems to mule it over for a bit before saying "Trees. I like Trees. Smell very nice. You smell different. Like...water? Salty? Don't know. Leather and ink is comforting"

Before Takashi can really make much sense of what she said, he freezes as she...crawls onto his lap and begins....kneading him? Yes, she's definitely kneading him like small kitten and she's getting fluffy again. Except it makes her look like a small fluffy pillow then anything else.

He starts to stroke her head, running his fingers through her hair, as she starts to rather loudly purr. He can't believe she's this comfortable with him. They just met...but she's...on his lap, falling asleep. It's not long before his own purrs start. Rough and deep, it's very quiet at first before he realizes that she's simply not bothered by him.

She's just accepted him as he is, not even blinking at his scars, as if it were normal to see chemical burns like his own. His fucked up purrs don't seem to bother her either, if anything she's just fluffed herself even more. She's adorable.

He wants to melt she's so cute, and yes her talons do hurt going in and out of his skin. But he's willing to take make the sacrifice of his robes, if it means she gets to be comfortable and feel safe in this new place.

[emrys-and-his-king]

Alright, and here's the dessert platter... I brought a lot out

I think we have quite similar taste, canon era, some nice light stuff, and a good confession of course

Harkening back to season one for some reason reminds me of the different first meeting style fics (which I really like) so those are going to have their own section in case you like 'em :} Also added a section for the ones tagged humor, not fluff, I still included my favs bc humor is adjacent to fluff in my mind

Straight (Well Gay, Actually) Up Fluff

A Royal Portrait by mobycotton (Arthur is adorkable... it's great.)

Be my husband by Theroundbartable (They go live on a farm for some time, Arthur has some realizations, it's adorable.)

sleepy by Theroundbartable (Merlin is eepy. Arthur takes care of him, it's very cute.)

Goodnight, I Love You by MerlinLikeTheBird (Silly sleepy Merlin.)

It's Possible (For a Plain Country Bumpkin and a Prince to Join in Marriage) by AeonTheDimensionalGirl (Also silly and cute, 'cinderella elements' is a tag and you know, enjoy that.)

In Which Arthur Gets Jealous of an Owl by AeonTheDimensionalGirl (Tagged s01 e04 so you should at least be able to read this one, it's silly and cute of course.)

Sunrise in Ealdor, Sunset in Camelot by mobycotton (It's so cute, featuring tag: 'arthur in his cottage core arc.')

Language by Theroundbartable (A good and silly time.)

Happy Birthday by platonic_boner (Birthday fluff, first kiss, great stuff.)

Destiny Ordered You to Die, But I Willed You to Live by ironfamjam (Arthur's realizations go brr.)

The Truth Always Comes to Light by AliceTheBrave (The truth come out... anyway curses and confessions, very cute.)

Good Fortune by platonic_boner (Just some Merlin doing a great job and fluff ofc.)

Arthur Enchanted by platonic_boner (Phrasing is very important here, wonderful pining and tension.)

Humor/Attempt at Humor

Catching Bees with Honey by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle (Confused Arthur & Merlin having a great time.)

Made of Memories by dryalis 1 (This one has a little angst, but I loved it and it's tagged humor and I don't remember it being heavy or anything, so give it a go if it sounds interesting to you. Extra note, my ao3 notes say it's very cute too.)

Talk to Me by InkThroughHerVeins (A little Arthur angst never hurt anyone, that's how you get the pining to bleed through... still light, still cute.)

The Great Feast and the Missing Manservant by OberonBronze (Such silly, much good.)

All is Semblative by Whitefox (Cinderella Merlin again? More likely than you think.)

Next to You (It's the Rule) by LunaMyLove (This is such a classic, it's so good, it's hilarious and adorable.)

That's His Name by ZairaA (So cute, their interactions are great, Arthur is adorable.)

Different First Meeting

Mad World by Theroundbartable (Not super fluffy, but not dark either, their interactions and Arthur's character is great and I really enjoyed reading it.)

Determination by diner_drama (What if Merlin wasn't his manservant? The pining is so much worse and pathetic. It's great.)

Merlin Wings and Golden Kings by PurpleFlyingBird (Bird Merlin :>)

The Sun begged "love me" and the Moon replied "I did" by TooAwkwaardToFunction (This was absolutely adorable.)

Woad Blue by MerlinLikeTheBird (Also not super fluffy, not heavy either, I didn't think I would like this one very much at the get go, don't remember all too much except that I loved it and binged it so fast.)

We Can Hide Together, Among the Roses by infinitemerlin (These were my ao3 notes on this one... -Lots of Arthur pining after Merlin--and it's adorable--while fighting his upbringing. & Thought you liked florist and tattoo arist? Check this shit out. It's a florist and a prince.)

Oblivious by s0mmerspr0ssen (They're stupid you're honor, I love them.)

Please Hate Me, I am Difficult to Love (Loving You is Like Breathing) by portently (Awww they're in the forest and they're cute and it's sweet.)

Other/Misc

The Drawbacks of Dragon Lord-ing by SnufflesThePig (This one isn't finished, it doesn't quite fits any of the earlier boxes by I loved this one and found it adorable.)

Prized Possesion by Sonayesul (In the same vein, is finished, also amazing, and does contain a confession.)

Hiemal by icallyoumoonchild (Fluff, but that's not a tag so it's down here, confession included of course, getting together, sharing clothes... what more could you ask for?)

It's Magic, I Can Tell by Sonayesul (It's very silly and cute, so you know, it's on here too.)

Emrys the Really, Truly Terrible by lindenwaverly (This one is so silly, it's great.)

THE RULES by Slayer_of_Destiny (Also a classic, very good, very silly.)

im watching bbc merlin for the first time and wdym merlin and arthur already had a break up by ep 2 😭

yall weren’t exaggerating about how gay they are

[divorcedwife]

ok now i can go back to dragon 2 animals, here's my thoughts cause it feels too important to not ponder and discuss

i asked for suggestions a while back and there were some i really liked and will use for sure

the one im most sure of is sea otter isabela, which was a genius idea, and im 100% for it. CUTE

i like doe merrill, i can see it in my head, i think i'll go with that

now something i considered doing, just to be mean, was making fenris a cat and anders a dog. anders as a cat is the obvious choice, but don't they both deserve a little bullying for what they did to merrill? and also to me? but im not excluding going with the easy choice on this. cant go wrong with kitty anders

fenris as a wolf is also an obvious possibility but im not doing that 🥲🥲🥲 the possibility makes me sad. dog is good with me though, but i like dog for aveline more i think

i think sebastian will be a bird, i don't know why. maybe because his hair can be translated to feathers easily in my head...

varric, i dont know. a teddy bear of some kind?

my biggest issue with all of this is honestly casting hawke. it's kind of like how rook being called rook makes chess metaphors muddled, what animal is hawke? i dont know if i can make a hawk cute... but if not a hawk, then what. hmmmmm. maybe i'll try to make cute hawks work

[froggybrainz]

Don't mind me. I just felt like posting alil teaser for my fic. Sorry if it's bad, it's my first one.... Just letting yall know that this one isn't a y/n kind of fic but a world building one for my ocs....

The steps gave way to a slight creak as I made my way up to the front door, a soft glow eliminated from the curtains suggest that I might not be the only one up. My keys jingle together as I push the door open as I am now met by my mom still in her robe.

“Oh! Alex….you scared me!...”She jumped.

“...hi mom…”, I yawned, kicking my boots off to the side. A sign of relief was heard as she sat back down in her chair.

“Well don't you just look lively tonight Alex… another long night at work?” she joked before taking another sip of her coffee. I do nothing but smile at her and continue my journey to my room.

She's up earlier than usual, I thought to myself, hmmm…Matter of fact she's up 2 hours early! The kitchen clock read the time, 1:34am normally she doesn't get up for work till a whopping 3:30am! A restless night it seems ....Then again She's always been that way from what I remember, from one doctor's appointment to another just to find out the last pill doesn't work anymore!

“I guess that just leaves me with more time to watch my shows!”, she'll always say. Insomnia oh what a real pain in the ass…

“Oh Alex by the way don't forget that i'll be working later today and make sure you wake your brother up for school, I don't feel like getting another call from the office saying that he's been skipping again…”.

“Hmhmm…”, I mumbled, making my way up the stairs, my feet getting heavier the closer I got to my bed.

The storm had luckily held off long enough for me to make it home before it let loose, the sound of the rain rhythmically tapping my window soothed my mind and helped eased me to sleep.

Finally…

It was a busy day at the dinner, as both familiar and new faces filled the booths with bustling energy. The same old couple ordered their usual early bird special while a group of friends pick and poke at each other about a guy the one has been thinking about. It's been a good day.

Making my rounds through the dinner I stopped by the old couples booth to refill their drinks. With a soft smile and a gesture I began to pour them some more tea when I got a whiff of something rotten… Assaulted by the smell…I gag…

“...sorry I don't mean nothing by it…it's just that…”, I said apologetically, lifting my head.

The pitcher fell to the floor as I stumbled backwards away from the sight. The once lively couple now a sight only a psychiatric patient would imagine. Teeth…so many teeth…. They seemed to be joined at the waist like some monster from the movie The Thing. The smell was horrendous….

Backing away, I seemed to have stepped in something…chunky…slowly my eyes down to what I just put my foot in and in all my life I've never ran faster. The whole dinner seemed to be covered in what used to be the dear customers. Entrails to torn clothing it was EVERYWHERE….

Hyperventilating, I crammed myself under the counter like a child hiding from the boogieman. The sound of hysterical laughter started to cry out from behind the counter as the whole dinner was laughing at me ... .they were mocking me….

“NO …N-NO… STOP THIS!!!” I cried out, my head tucked between my legs. The masses continued their chorus of demonic laughter before uniting into a singular male voice.

“....ALEX….”

My blood froze, I couldn't tell if I wanted to look at it or if it was making me. Taking in what felt like it could have been my last breath, I looked up.

*BEEP!

*BEEP!

*BE-...

It was just another dream….Just another damn dream….

Side note: so imma do arcs for each oc I have, so don't worry, not everyone will be based around Alex. The next one I'll work on after this one is complete is "Hippies and Cowboys" (yes, like the song) for Willie and Frankie. This one is called "Dream Walker," and it's gonna be based around Jack and Alex. Plus, Bernie will be in it, too.

Overall, my au is gonna be called "IT Stalks," so i hope some will like it....

[buttercupshands]

wait a minute

stop.

stop it.

[featheredcritter]

I think a lot of people like. Don't know or understand how powerful birds of prey really are.

[justarandomhelluvablog]

having thoughts about how Husk actually has very little left to redeem bc he started his journey of self-change before even coming to work at the hotel, but at the same time redemption isn't even his goal- he ain't even aiming for heaven, he just wanted to be a better person and maybe now with friends and especially Angel, who he supports so much and wants to see succeed, maybe now he has a reason to be a better person

[fisheito]

SCREMS my snautsticic child he is trying ok!!!!!! one tiny snake human hybrid built from the cave-ground-up, , attempting to learn all the implicit rules of humanness?! as if it isn't already tough enough out here!!!!

[helicrazy]

Viktor swallows some food before answering, remembering to chew so he doesn't end up choking on it. "Water is fine." If he attempts anything else, he might risk tossing it back up or losing his whole breakfast, which he did not want. Viktor nods when Winter gives him a glass, and takes a gulp before returning to his meal.

He stares at the fruit momentarily and then recalls the birds he heard when he woke up. The fruits are pushed out to give the birds more room if they land on the table. "That's the last thing I need are more enemies." He jokingly claims. The war has done enough on top of the government treating him like shit.

The number of animals this woman has is incredible, something he thought about doing but knows he doesn't have the energy to do it.

"The last thing I remember is crashing into the cozy bed, so I'd say yes." Viktor answers as he chows down on his meal. He may not be the biggest man but his appetite has no bounds.

"Say..." The dirty blond says between bites. "What made you get all these little creatures if you don't mind me asking? Besides having them for company that is."

"No not Zaggles! He's my favourite furry son." Winter gasps, watching as Horatio runs away to find something to steal. "Sorry Horatio I love you too." The ferret paying her no attention to his owner. Where one ferret goes the other follows and it wasn't long before Zaggles wiggled his way out from Viktors clothing, down onto his lap before jumping to the floor and running after his cage mate.

"Well thats.. a different way to refer to it I suppose." It takes her a few moments to comprehend how someone can function without coffee, she's not even certain she remembers a time where she wasn't chasing some form of caffeine fix. "Anything I can get you to drink? " She asks, scoruing her cupboards and fridge to see what she has to offer. "I have orange juice, hot chocolate, milk.. or apparently whiskey." Winters adds as she pulls a half empty bottle of whiskey from the cupboard. Huh that's where that went. She thinks to herself.

Before she joins her guest Winter grabs some a bag of dried fruit from the cupboard and places it next to Viktor. "You will need to arm yourself with these soon or enemies will be made." She warns rather cryptically, refusing to elaborate as she sits opposite him.

Winter watches as Viktor takes off his mask, but she's quick to turn her attention to cutting up her pancakes instead, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. It's not like she hasn't seen burn scars before; she's seen plenty but part of her will always be curious about inspecting wounds both old and new just to see how serious it is or how its healed like a moth is attracted to a flame.

"Did you sleep ok?" Winter questions between mouthfuls, her gaze flitting from her plate to the open hatch above the door. Any moment now she's waiting for two feathered beasts to barge their way in demanding treats despite having just ate breakfast.

[abyssalpriest]

Damnit lev lmfao. I was thinking about Shiva wearing corpse ash being resonant for other reasons, something about his relationship with the Bright Skinned Ones and death and whatever. No, no. More fucking importantly: Oh I wonder why Shiva is known for. you know. wearing bodies. his appearance is a mass of bodies joined together. yeah