#I'm so excited about this thread omg

[nostalgia-tblr]

i'm going to post the last part of the thing today, i almost never get to post parts of anything, this is so exciting, omg.

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

found myself very sleepy and out of sorts at the end of my work day so after wolfing some chinese food, i came upstairs, took a shower, and did some writing on my new fic! it's an 8th year fic and the snippet i posted earlier with harry, ron, hermione, and ginny going to the supermarket together is getting frogged into this one i think. also it has somehow become draco pov so there's that!

anyway wrote like a page which sounds like nothing but is actually good for me! and now i'm sleepy again so i'm going to have a bedtime ice cream cone and then go to sleep <3

[planetpiastri]

pairing: lando norris x fem!australian!reader [no faceclaim] summary: honestly, you kind of expected this part-time gig to just be four days of pure chaos that gave you an excuse to see an f1 race up close. then some guy in the fanzone complimented your shoes, and the rest is history. notes: requested by anon!! this has been sitting in my drafts for aaaaages, sorry love <3 y'all are so brave for putting up with me while i try and remember how tf to write these uhhh yeah this one took a turn hope u like it anyway LMFAO

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ausgp Arriving in style! The lads looked great at the Melbourne Walk today 🤩🤩

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username1 lewis and zhou are absolutely slaying!! and oscar is also there

ynusername oscar i love you but you gotta step up your game mate, i wanna wear your merch so bad but it is UGLY!!

landonorris excuse me ausgp i think my fit was deserving of recognition in this post :(

ausgp Can't compete with the hometown hero 🤷‍♂️ landonorris but daniel isn't in this either ? oscarpiastri You're funny.

landonorris

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landonorris he shoots, he scores! thanks for such a warm welcome melbourne :)

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oscarpiastri You and I have different definitions of scoring I think

landonorris ever heard of playing the long game? oscarpiastri Nurse he's out again

username2 where's the worker with the shoes i think they're indirecting her

username3 GET THIS MAN THE SHOE LADY'S DIGITS

maxfewtrell Now that's just uncalled for

ausgp Love to see the spirit 😉

username4 aww lando always looks so happy in melbourne, he loves it here :'))

ynusername oh wtf

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ynusername busy busy busy day, absolutely buggered, but very excited for tomorrow 😁 (also peep The Shoes on the last slide)

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yourfriend i mean... he's right, they are sick shoes

ynusername you're just saying that cos you made me buy them yourfriend well yes!

username5 omg are u the girl who was working the fanzone today??

ynusername i was one of them!

username6 ok if this is the shoe lady i don't blame lando for staring she's so pretty omg

yourfriend "the shoe lady" ynusername i've been titled?????

ynusername

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ynusername weirdest work day ever (included today's shoes bc apparently it's a thing now)

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yourfriend that wrap was good as hell tho

ynusername deffo the most exciting part of lunch

username7 wait who is this girl and why does lando follow her?

username8 go to lovestruckln on twitter, she has a whole thread about it!

landonorris ...weird in a good way, right?

username9 your lack of rizz is astounding lando username10 bro STAND UP ynusername weird in an interesting way landonorris i'll take that

landonorris

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landonorris melb, you have my ❤️

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username11 SHOE GIRLLLLLL

username12 i hope they never hard launch and he just keeps posting pics of cool sneakers

georgerussell63 You're welcome

charles_leclerc You did it, you crazy son of a bitch ausgp Where's our credit?? georgerussell63 You put the pieces in play, I moved them into checkmate ynusername you threw a shoe at me. calm down. ausgp He what???

username13 bro's collecting aussies like infinity stones

danielricciardo ?? oscarpiastri No ynusername :// landonorris 😁😁

ynusername you're cool ig 🙄

landonorris your swag style and utter disdain for me has captured my heart ynusername oh my god stop i'm blushing

tagging: @thearchieves @sheridamn @nikfigueiredo @charlig123456789 @ilove-tswizzle @aandreea2005 @sideboobrry @vellicora @eire-the-egg @marymustdie @cocote1410 @taygrls @koalapastries @vroomvroommuppett @nichmeddar @d3kstar @333kiki @ririyulife @resident-swiftie @zimm04 @jupiter-je-taime @ever_bizzare @clemswrld @hollieeelol @leireggsworld @ironmaiden1313 @lunar-racing @lightninginab0ttle @maddie-naps @bwddermilch @pnkwhskyprncss @landossainz @chaotic_version

request: hiya! i love how funny your smau’s are and i’m begging for an aussie!reader x Lando one. maybe she works for the AusGP and they met in Melbourne? idk -anon

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE SIREN'S CALL.

fandom. formula one

pairing. oscar piastri x fem!reader (fc: none)

about. y/n is a professional mermaid and oscar is her greatest admirer

content warnings. social media au spanning over a long time, not edited/proofread

notes. i got one of those aesthetic professional mermaid tiktoks on my fyp at like 2am... the idea has been stuck in my head since then lol

YOURUSERNAME

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yourusername Conquering the big seas with my new mermaid tail. Super excited for the big show this weekend🧜‍♀️

mermaidaquilla gorgeous pictures, the color really suits you <3

⤷ yourusername thank you, aquilla 🫶 we need to go for a dive soon!

⤷ mermaidaquilla oh for sure, let me know when you have time :)

user you're incredible, y/n

user oh my god these pictures are insane??

user i can't wait for the show, going to an aquarium just for you!

⤷ yourusername ahh, thank you so much for your support darling 💗

YOURUSERNAME

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yourusername Happy (future) World Oceans Day! @/mermaidaquilla and I'll be doing a special show on June 8th, streaming on several platforms to raise awareness and money for our oceans 🌊 We await your attendance, tell your friends and family about it!

mermaidaquilla so happy to do this show with you love!

⤷ yourusername me as well, i'm so honored we will do this together 🥹

user oh my god, collab of my dreams finally come true

⤷ user so happy for y/n to be recognized by the bigger creators!

user marking the day on my calendar!

user my daugher loved you in your last show, thank you for brining magic a bit closer to us

user hold on, what is oscar doing in her likes...

⤷ user who??

YOURUSERNAME

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yourusername I've started diving when I was just a little girl and now my job is my child hood dream... I'm a mermaid and belong to the seas. I'm so thankful for all the support I've received, hopefully to many years to come with Mermaid Y/n 💕🪸

mermaidaquilla your journey is incredible, i admire you so much for your drive, you're the mermaid of my dreams. so happy for you that you've made it love!

⤷ yourusername without you it wouldn't have been possible!! i can only thank YOU for being my biggest supporter since the beginning 💗

user every time i'm blown away by the pictures you post

user thank you for making the mermaid community bigger!

user MOTHER Y/N WE'RE SO PROUD

user mother is mothering FR

user HOLD ON WHY IS THERE A MAN ON THE LAST SLIDE??

⤷ user so i'm not the only one who noticed??? is this an official soft launch????

⤷ user i think so? y/n never posted someone without tagging them..

⤷ user our mermaid found her merman 😭

oscarpiastri Congratulations, y/n. You absolutely deserve it 👏

⤷ user OSCAR COMMENTED!!! I REPEAT, OSCAR COMMENTED!!!

⤷ user oh he's brave

⤷ user you mean more like he finally got his shit together. this is his first comment ever after being a whole year in her likes 💀

OSCARPIASTRI

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oscarpiastri "She's everything and I'm just Ken."

yourusername But you're very good at car, love 🫶

⤷ oscarpiastri At least that 🫡

user OSCAR HAS A GF, I REPEAT, OSCAR HAS A GF AND SHE'S PRETTY!!!

user omg barbie y/n and her clumsy ken, i love this

landonorris congrats mate!

logansargeant FINALLY!

⤷ oscarpiastri You're acting as if we just came together...

⤷ logansargeant Well, it did take you long enough

user my new fav wag

⤷ user fr, no one can beat a mermaid

user HE FINALLY BAGGED THE GIRL!!

⤷ user took him over a year in the likes.. i feel so proud

user hold on... DOES ANYONE REMEMBER LUCY'S THREAD ABT THE BIRTHDAY PARTY IN JANUARY WITH Y/N AS MERMAID

⤷ user WAIT I THINK YOU'RE ACTUALLY ONTO SMTH

⤷ user are you saying that 'prince eric' is OSCAR MF PIASTRI???

⤷ user his sister is an icon if this is actually true

⤷ user someone give her an award for the greatest matchmaker of the decade (right after oscar and y/n receiving one of the greatest lovestory of the decade)

⤷ user childhood friends to lovers with a twist (only if the whole thing is true which i'm manifesting rn)

user my god the delusion some people have 💀

taglist.@keyz-writes , @obsidianjewel , @aimixx , @themercyverse , @lem-hhn , @lupicalbestwolf , @akiraquote , @lilypadlover , @adorablezhui , @peqch-pie , @namgification

DO YOU WANT TO JOIN THE TAGLIST? please send a non-anon ask to be added to the taglist. taglist can be general taglist (all fandoms and all works), fandom taglist (all works within the fandom), series (all works for specific series) or nsfw taglist (all nsfw works and all fandoms).

crossed off tags mean i can't tag you!

ARKHAM MAID 2024

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚂

description: in which lucy bronze and the england captain feel like four years is long enough to hide a relationship especially since they have just won the euros

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Lucy Bronze x female reader

this is all fiction!

warnings: fluff, a 4 year age gap and sarcastic lucy and reader

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y/n just posted

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tagged lionesses, lucybronze, leahwilliamsonn, Lj10, mbrighty04, bethmead_ and 18 others

y/n It's set in now. Five days later, and it has set in.

This team, these girls, this journey has been nothing short of amazing, determined and fantastic, I have been so incredibly lucky to be able to be a part of it.

Thank you England,

Thank you football,

Thank you Lionesses.

And I'll tell you what?

The kids are alright x

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username1: SO EXCITED TO HAVE YOU BACK IN BARCA!!!❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙

username2: I'm crying omg 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username3: best england captain EVER ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

leahwilliamsonn: Such a sap, but the best captain we could have asked for ! ❤️

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y/n: Couldn't have done it without my best friend/vice captain holding me up! ❤️

lucybronze: <3

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y/n: <3

keirawalsh: I will never get over you and Sarina cutting your wedding cake ... 😭🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

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y/n: shoulda seen the proposal ;) 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

stanwaygeorgia: I'm still crying at your dance moves in the locker room 😂😭

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mbrighty04: fucking decked herself 😂😂😂

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racheldaly3: just laid there for a sec too. 😂😂😂

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1maryearps: "I'm okay, just tired of how life hates me" - y/n after just winning the euros 2022 and decking herself in the locker room. 😂

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username4: HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH

jillscottjs8: Still crying even now !

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y/n: the look on your face was worth any pain we went through! xx

alessiarusso99: Just Buzzin' ❤️

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y/n: Buzzin man

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ellatoone: just buzzin dude

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alessiarusso99: hate you both sm smh! 🙄

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lucybronze just posted

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lucybronze back to Barca!

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username1: ayyyyyyyy!!! VAMOS BARCA!!! ❤️💙❤️💙

username2: SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU BACK IN BLUE AND RED 💙❤️💙❤️

username3: ArE YOU DATING Y/N!!

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username4: I think they're just friends! 🤷‍♀️

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username5: NA they are dating! They live together!

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username6: AND? people can live together without dating

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username7: EYES DON'T LIE 😩

keirawalsh: lovely picture of me there, thanks!

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lucybronze: welcome mate! 😁

y/n: that photo of me, really?

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lucybronze: had to give the fans something to thirst over 👍

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y/n: i hate you sm 🙄

marialeonn16: happy to have you back! ❤️💙

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y/n just posted on her story

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lucybronze just posted on her story

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y/n.bronze: Here is a thread of instances which confirm that Lucy and y/n are together in my mind - the bottom of the thread is where it gets good!

How Lucy looked at her during the post match interview after beating Spain??? Like, her eyes were literally heart shaped??? I want that!

When y/n was knocked over during the Sweden game and Lucy didn't even hesitate to square up, her face was so worried, and she only stopped when y/n GRABBED HER HAND?!

Ellie, in a livestream for City YESTERDAY saying that she would stay with Lucy and y/n, confirming they live together - which we already thought!

Then going on to say they have a spare room - even though Lucy has said multiple times she lives in a two bed apartment and y/n has never said anything about her 'place'!

The fact when y/n scored in the Sweden game she ran at Lucy first??? AND JUMPED ON HER

The fact y/n left ARSENAL - her childhood team - to go play for Barca only months after Lucy had and she even admitted in an interview LUCY WAS A BIG PART OF THAT DECISION

when Lucy called y/n in an interview the other day and she answered with 'hi my love???' LIKE????

THE FACT THAT THE MOST RECENT BARCA TRAINING PHOTO Y/N HAS LUCY'S TRAINING TOP ON - AND WHEN KEIRA NOTICED SHE MOVED SLIGHTLY TO PLACE HERSELF IN FRONT OF THE NUMBER SO THE CAMERA COULDN'T SEEE

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fr I need friends that dedicated to hiding my relationship

LASTLY - the fact they went on holiday together after the euros after Ibiza, and the photos ... the PHOTOS

okay, I'm done, they're soooo dating, thank you.

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username1: omg this is so good!

username2: ELLIE SAID WHAT?

username3: omg this is Sherlock level of deduction ability

username4: THE PHOTOS???????? IS THAT THEM

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y/n.bronze: 'rumoured' to be - but look at the hair! It is SOOOOO y/n!

username5: nahhh Wonze for life!

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username6: how can you read all of that and still pick the wrong answer?!

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y/n just posted on her story

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lucybronze just posted

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lucybronze sunshine in my life, even when the sky is dark...

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alessiarusso99: her body looks so good here omg 😭😭

ellatoone: 😏😏

mbrighty04: this feels illegal omg 😳

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racheldaly3: TELL ME ABOUT IT

y/n: 😶

leahwilliamsonn: heheh 🙂

Lj10: this is sweet :)

keirawalsh: sunshine and hair goals apparently 😚

stanwaygeorgia: hmmmm 😌

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y/n.bronze: OMG LUCY'S NEW POST - IS THIS CONFIRMATION???

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username1: AND ALL THE TEAMS COMMENTS???

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username2: the caption? the photo? the comments? the lack of tag?

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username3: they have to be together?

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username4: SOFT LAUNCH SOFT LAUNCH SOFT LAUNCH

y/n.bronze: THE NEW TATTOO! IT IS A STRAWBERRY ON HER SHOULDER - lucy uses the strawberry emoji allllll the time!

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username5: it has to mean something!

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y/n just posted

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y/n idk what you guys are on about - we're just friends ??

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lucybronze: I know right?

username1: UMMMM? 🧐🧐🧐🧐

username2: went from soft launch to MAYBE HARD LAUNCH realll quick?

username3: but like this makes me feel as if they aren't dating?! And that this is just a joke !

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username4: yeah this feels like they are laughing at the rumours

keirawalsh: two besties, that's all I see

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y/n: I know, how odd ! 😁

alessiarusso99: it is weird!

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marialeonn16: I agree! So obvious!

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ellatoone: SAME!

leahwilliamsonn: I thought it was so obvious as well.

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lucybronze: People loveeeee to talk ig 🤷‍♀️

username5: I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE 🥲

y/n.bronze: okay, this has thrown even me off I won't lie!

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username5: maybe we were wrong?

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y/n.bronze: I really didn't think so tho ...

alexiaputellas: clearly just amigas 🤷‍♀️

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lucybronze just posted

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lucy.bronze Happy four years 'best friend' ;) xx

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y/n just posted

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y/n Four years of the best 'friendship' I could have asked for xox

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y/n.bronze: FUCK ALL OF YOU - I WAS RIGHT

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username1: 4 years ... 4 goddamn years

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y/n.bronze: I KNEW IT - I FUCKING KNEW IT !

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y/n: that you did :)

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y/n.bronze: omg

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okay really did enjoy this one - (hope this is what the anon wanted) the amount of Lucy Bronze content and fics I have queued is kinda worrying but I have been a fan of Lucy since she played for SUNDERLAND

which is insane that's a bit too long really

my gay ass

but I am a die hard West Ham Fan and a Sunderland fan (due to my best friend WEST HAM TIL I DIE FORST AND FUCKING FOREMOST) - I know, it is hard - so it is insane how long I have been a fan of her but I reallyyyyy enjoyed writing this and I enjoy writing these actually.

When I originally started drafting these they were just for myself and when I posted LJ's I thought no one would really see it - so to have people be so kind and so happy to request has really made my smile!

So thank you for your support! And more incoming!

Love

Queenie xo

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[byanyan]

ㅤan exhale of breath that isn't quite a sigh or a scoff, rather something in between, passes through byan's lips as they find themself fighting the instinctual urge to roll their eyes at the words 'academic writing.' a great deal of willpower also goes in to biting back the comment they want to make about formality being boring as shit and that at least a little profanity makes writing the tiniest bit fun. this isn't a career path they have any plans of following, they're only in this class because they have to be (and it's arguably their least favourite, given that reading has never come easy for them), so why do they even have to learn to write in a way they're never going to end up using anyway? it's infuriating, and the only thing allowing them to hold their tongue, even as their expression sours at the sight of all the green ink on the second page, is the fact that professor grace is one of the few teachers they've ever had who's been tolerable.

ㅤㅤ" doesn't seem like i got a lotta choice. "ㅤresponse flat, their lip twitches slightly, arms raising to fold almost defensively over their chest as they eye the paper. discussing the issues with it in private is more appealing than the idea of it happening in class with everyone around to hear, but they're still not going to enjoy it.ㅤ" i thought this was one'a my better ones, but yeah, sure, might as well tell me what's wrong with it. looks like it's gonna take a while though, can i at least sit down 'fore you hand my ass to me? "

mx. byun. → “I DID NOTICE THAT,” Professor Grace acknowledges. “Although it would be preferable if you didn’t use any profanity in your writing. I can see that you have a lot of strong opinions about Orlando, but unfortunately, academic writing does require a certain amount of…formality when it comes to writing.” Not that he expects Mx. Byan to go into academic writing for a career (they don’t strike Patrick as the academic type anyways), but good writing skills may very well help them. At least that’s what Professor Grace hopes.

Lifting the unburnt corner of the paper, he flips to the second page, where he’s made a few comments and underscores in green ink. In other words, this is the reason this meeting is happening in the first place. “I’d like to go over some parts of your paper before you start your revisions- I figured it might be easier if we talk it out before I return this to you in class. Would that be alright with you?”

[felassan]

I received a few asks around a similar topic, so I'm popping them together here. ( ´ ▽ ` ) DA:TV spoilers under cut.

[the Felassan Files]

hello! ◕‿◕ thank you for the lovely and fun ask messages!!

lavendervoids asked: "i’ve been dying to know what ur reaction was to seeing felassan in the game was???? the moment i saw him i was yelling and hollering and my first thought was “omg what does tumblr user felassan think of this” LMAO and thank you for all the documenting you’ve been doing up until and past the release of the game, i ended up blocking every dragon age tag a couple months back to avoid any sort of spoilers but i still came to your blog everyday cause i knew you wouldn’t spoil me haha"

hhhh ( ´ ▽ ` ) tysm for thinking of me at that time!! and for the nice comment about this blog and visiting it. I'm really glad to know that my approach to spoiler tagging etc has been okay for you.

littlerune asked: "i don't even know you but you and dragon age felassan are so intrinsically linked in my brain that when he appeared in veilguard all i thought was "ohhhh i wonder how tumblr user felassan feels about this"

hhhh :D 🥺 thankyou so much for thinking of me!! ♡ some say that his ghost operates this tumblr blog, or that he lives still

songofamazon asked: "I'm still on my first play of the game, but whenever I got to the memories in the Crossroads, I thought to myself, "I hope Tumblr Felassan is having a great time. Did you?"

I had a great time playing the game and when playing the Crossroads memories sections, I loved them a lot, they were very cool and a highlight of the game. thankyou sm and for thinking of me, and I hope that you did too!!

phantabula-interactive asked: "im so glad you're enjoying the game!! I had to ask; how did you feel about seeing Felassan in game?? I was so excited to see the notes from him, I wasn't expecting a boss fight MUCH LESS. FULL CAMEO!!! They made him a lot prettier than I was expecting too (/pos)"

thankyou!! I hope that you've been enjoying it too!

so: I was sooo excited and shook to see Felassan in the game!!! I was like

(I yelped/hooted out loud like a clown) and then

and then it was suddenly like too much (pos) and my soul left my body and i astral projected into space/paradise/the Astral Plane/the Void or something etc

and then it took me some time to process or gather my thoughts about it.

obviously I was super hoping that we would see him in the game. I was sure that there would at least be some references to him in codexes/notes etc or allusions made in passing dialogue like Cole and Solas' lines about him in Trespasser. then when the marketing mentioned that we would see flashbacks from Solas' past in the Crossroads, I was like aaa omg, wouldn't that be the perfect time to actually show Felassan??, as a Fade memory or flashback or spirit echo or something. so then I was hoping like 🕯️🕯️🕯️ and yea. but even so, still when I saw him in game for the first time it was still a huge shocked Pikachu moment for me.

I was already feeling psyched from the first Felassan codex/note that I found, then I couldn't believe (pos) just how many codexes/notes scattered around written by him that there was?? I was already feeling spoiled (not spoiled by spoilers but like spoiled from eating good) from that (a bunch of codexes/notes might not seem like a lot but when your fav is a side character that has only appeared in one [1] tie-in novel..) and then he goes and actually APPEARS, AAAA. I feel like I ate so good. with the Betrayal fight and the rune at the end as well, it felt like he was threaded throughout the game and was really haunting the narrative. some assorted thoughts:

first of all everything about his DA:TV appearances/DA:TV references continues to underscore that he is the greatest of all time

it also continues to underscore the pain of his death/story and of his friendship with Solas

may I please go and start a new life living in Solas' memories of Felassan on repeat. i simply do not care that my body would waste away in the waking world from lack of sustenance

in the endgame I was trying to concentrate and punch Elgar'nan in the face and save the world but I like couldn't see straight through the tears after having been given Felassan's Magical Boyfriend Super Rune (morrigan pls.. what a way to twist the KNIFE at an extremely critical moment for thedas hhhh..)

expansion pack where we relive Solas' memories of him and Felassan dating (he didn't deserve Felassan tho fr. but then, does anyone..?)

I know that Felassan would treat Lavellan sooooo right. so well. so respectfully. felassan would pull their chair out for them at restaurants and open car doors and whatever

Betrayal of Felassan refers to Solas' betrayal of Felassan, not Felassan's betrayal of Solas

also i love how they made him DEVASTATINGLY handsome?? in the game (they didnt need to go that hard), but also how, at the same time - even before the TME Deluxe edition illustrations, we all just inherently knew deep in our bones that he was, you could simply just tell from his energy and vibes and dialogue even in only the written word. cool rolls off this guy in waves, and always has done

did his model have smoky winged eye makeup? love that. love that for him

I liked his sense of style. the hair his model has happened to be one of the ones I was debating using for my Rook. it's one of my fav ones from the CC

I appreciated the attention they paid to detail when making his model. Mythal vallaslin, violet/purple eyes, an undercut - as he was previously described or shown in TME, dev social media comments and the TME deluxe illustrations

I liked the actor they chose for him, his voice was cool

I felt like his codexes and notes that he wrote captured his voice and his character. you can see the depth of his loyalty and devotion to his friend, his concerns, and he retains his 'voice' in terms of some snark, wit etc

it's fun thinking about whether Felassan originally manifested from the Fade (and if so, what was he a spirit of) or whether he was born the usual way of other elves. (it could be either one)

Betrayal of Felassan as a manifested embodied regret and its lines like "his back, turned".. very raw. that fight was hard enough mechanically for me as it was, then the lines were like being hamstrung LOL. how could they??? (pos/lh)

I always thought that, a long time ago, Solas was essentially the player character in a different game, the main character of another story. the leader of his own group of companions and friends on their own quest (to stop the Evanuris), and that Felassan was one of those companions. Alistair to his Hero of Ferelden if you will. in DA:TV we learn that not only was he one of his companions, he was basically the second-in-command of his rebellion, a General, his closest friend aside from Mythal and his right-hand man.

he was so cool back in his heyday

pain. paaaaain. but like in a good way (I unironically love to be hurt by stories pls continue 💀...)

there are a few further posts containing more bits of my reaction and thoughts scattered through my Felassan tag. ^^

There were also a few other asks about this in my inbox, but Tumblr appears to have eaten them?? :< so if you've asked me about Felassan and my reaction since launch but the message isn't in this post, thankyou sm and I'm very sorry. 😔 pls feel free to re-send it. :)

I do remember that one of the vanished messages asked me what the Slaughter of the Pillars boss regret refers to - the Pillars of the Earth are the Titans. ("Hail Mythal, adjudicator and savior! She has struck down the pillars of the earth and rendered their demesne unto the People! Praise her name forever!") That undead boss embodies another of Solas' greatest regrets, namely what he and Mythal did to the Titans during the war with them - sundering every Titan from their spirit, severing them from their dreams, which resulted in the Blight as the dreams were driven mad. it also in a sense broke the dwarves in two and caused the fall of the fate of the dwarven people. Beyond the mural-memory that pertains to this in DA:TV, there are depictions of this time in the ancient past in the DA:TV artbook: [one, two]. Annotations there describe Solas rendering the Titans tranquil and capturing their souls; dwarves as a consequence then losing their connection to magic and fleeing into the now-Tranquil earth; and the Evanuris then building Elvhenan using the power of the captured Titan souls.

[someprettyname]

HI HI HI i cant stop thinking about your kaiser hc about calling him different things in bed. this man makes me absolutely feral omg

ehehe you mean this?

okay I'm so sorry for the late reply I was really excited about replying to this but then I saved it in my drafts and accidentally forgot 😭

WELCOME TO THE KAISER BRAINROT HELL NON-NON 😈

Oh my god i haven't written smut before i'm so shy right now I hope it's good

[ Minors be responsible and DNI, I'm not responsible if you do. ]

i didn't mention too much of what I was thinking when I typed it back then but I had a feeling you know?

Your legs were thrown over his shoulders and face scrunched up in pleasure, sparks shooting through you with each thrust. Your lips swollen with how much you had bit them, how long have you both been going at it now? You've lost the track of time and yet somehow his thrusts keep getting stronger. Faster. Rougher. Your eyes fly open with a particularly sharp thrust and the sight above you makes you gasp, his face was flushed and eyebrows thread together. Fuck. He looked so hot. You feel a familiar coil in the pit of your belly. You whine, your head falling back on the pillow. You grip the sheets to ground yourself, but to no avail.

"Mi- michael i-"

"Kaiser." He growls.

Your eyes are met with sharp azure ones the moment they fly open. He leans forward, gripping your chin, harshly so.

"Say it." His voice so deep and husky, pupils so blown it makes you shiver and gasp. "Who am I?"

"Kaiser." You moan out without a question, who were you to question your emperor anyways?

"Kaiser i'm... i-"

"Good." He cuts you off with a particularly hard thrust, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. "Let go, schatz. Make a mess."

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, grunting as your familiar scent envelops his senses - his thrusts slow and deliberate. This is how he expressed it, he might not be the best with words but he was determined to make you feel his love. The exact love which makes him feel warm and fuzzy in his chest. He had never felt it before, but it felt so good. So humane. Hence, he was determined to make you feel so good you can't take it.

He presses soft yet firm kisses on your neck, making you shiver and whine, your back arching against his chest.

"Kaiser..." you whine, nails clawing at his back as you pull him more into you wanting to feel more of his skin on yours. He groans as you do, pulling away enough to take your lips in a brief kiss.

"Shh," he presses another kiss on your jaw, fingers threading through your hair. The tenderness in his words betraying the roughness in his voice, "it's Michael, liebe." Because right now, in this moment, he was Michael. His bare heart pulled out and laid in front of you for you to take care of and love.

You whine, biting your lips. You knew what that meant, and it didn't help with the shiver that ran up your spine. Damn it. This man will drive you crazy one day. Your grip on him tightens, "Michael!! Fuck, please don't stop!!" You moan.

He smiles, nibbling on your ears "Good girl."

[ divider from @/cafekitsune ]

a/n : alright. It's decent. I think? If it's not, pardon. It's my first ever attempt at smut. I'll go pass out now OMG. 😭🙏🏻

[tinydefector]

Hooray!!! Omg i’m so happy lol. I’m definitely going to be smiling for the rest of my day. I finally had time to think about it and how about a platonic familial scenario with mtmte magnus and the ambassador on break and casually chatting, fluff please. let me know if you need more details, and take your time <3

(i’ve been having data problems so hopefully this ask sends through 😅)

Out of the bag - human effects

I had so much fun writing this Buddee and I hope you like it!.

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The ambassador sat quietly working through files while on the desk, fingers pinching their temple as they re-read the text. A hot drink beside them as they worked. Ultra Magnus sat at the desk as he too worked. It would have been rather funny to look at, A large alien robot sitting at his desk working while his co-worker who was much smaller sat on the same desk on their own seat with a desk. They looked almost like they were a toy figure. 

They take a sip of their drink and roll their shoulders slightly. "Please tell me I don't have to fix another 15 files of Rodimus getting side tracked again and typing out random words like Chinchilla?" They mumble almost like a pray.

Ultra Magnus cycled a weary ex-vent, field rippling with long-suffering patience. "I'm afraid so, Ambassador. The captain seems...incapable of submitting forms in any semblance of proper order." He pinched the bridge of his olfactory sensor, nearly the same pose as them. an unmistakably human mannerism picked up from long acquaintance. "At this rate, reconciling his haphazard paperwork will occupy the majority of your work cycle."

Magnus observed the ambassador's flagging energy levels with mild concern. "Perhaps you should take a brief respite. Overexerting yourself serves no purpose - I can handle the captain's responsibilities for the time being."

His tone, while stern, held an undercurrent of genuine care. Despite their differences, he cared deeply for the ambassador; their well-being remained in everyone's best interests. 

"The schedules can wait. I suspect you've had enough excitement for one orn already." A hint of dryly amused. "I'll be alright Magnus, Just got a headache and sore. Really wasn't planning on dealing with reports, but it beats having to do holovids with Prowl, I want to strangle that mech some times." They reply leaning back in their seat, bringing their drink up and holding it in their hands as they close their eyes for a moment.

Prowl's combative nature makes diplomatic discourse a...trial, to say the least." He cycled another heavy ex-vent. "Though I must say, your own entanglements have proven equally...taxing, of late." Magnus leveled them with a pointed look, with a hint of mild disapproval.

"I trust you understand the risks involved, consorting so closely with the crew. Propriety and protocol exist for good reason - to maintain order and prevent compromising our mission." 

Yet beneath the stern admonishment, a thread of genuine concern shone through. "I only caution you to tread carefully, little one. The games played aboard this ship can be...treacherous, for those caught unawares."

His gaze softened marginally. "I would not see you come to harm, simply for wishing to find companionship in these trying times. Despite what you and others may think i do care about you" 

Embarrassment slowly works its way into their system as they look down as if they were a child who just got caught stealing something. "How.. how did you" they start not knowing how to continue talking. "Come now, Ambassador - did you truly think your...activities would escape my notice?" Magnus replied, a hint of wryness in tone.

He shook his helm slightly. "I may be strict, but I'm not blind. The signs were...quite evident.” Leaning back in his chair, Magnus fixed the ambassador with a measured look. "I'll not lecture you on proper conduct - Primus knows life aboard this ship is complicated enough as it is." Attempting to soothe their clear discomfort. "However, I must urge caution. Entanglements with subordinates."

They continue to look down for a moment processing his words. "I know, I wasn't planning on getting involved with anyone, it just sort of happened. Told Ratchet that it was to stay on the down low, and Ratchet had the same concern about risk, he wanted to make sure if something did happen with other bots outside of him and Drift that i had someone to trust if something happened. I was just worried that if you, Rodimus or Megatron found out. My job was gone" they mumble, they were filled with so much anxiety and panic over the situation only for the mech they feared the most about it to just say he knew. 

Magnus cycled a heavy vent. "I see. That...explains certain observations, I must admit." He rubbed a servo over his faceplate. "Ratchet and Drift, of all mechs. I confess, I had not anticipated that particular entanglement."

Fixing the ambassador with a level stare, Magnus continued, "However, you needn't fear repercussions from myself or the others." A hint of wryness entered his tone. " We've all been there, at one point or another." 

They let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you Magnus, and I'm making sure to look after myself. Woah just wasn't expecting to be having this conversation with you is all. You have no idea how much fear I had about you finding out about my um.. 'activities'. You bots aren't exactly subtle about your 'human fucker' content  " they state before slowly having another mouthful of their drink.

He nodded in acknowledgement. "I understand your concern. confess, even I am not entirely immune to the temptations that arise. However, I endeavor to maintain strict protocols."  Magnus continued solemnly, "I cannot - and will not - control the personal affairs of my crew. That is a burden I do not wish to bear."

A hint of wryness entered his tone. "Though I must admit, the antics of Megatron and Rodimus have certainly tested my patience on more than one occasion. They are both very fond of you"

“I had a feeling they were. Magnus you being tempted, now that's new to me, I'm sorry they are causing you trouble” they chuckle, smiling up at him, enjoying the banter.  

"Ratchet and Drift both know I'm not interested in a relationship, it's mainly just stress relief, and i think Sunstreaker just has a bjt of a kink for someone who isn't going to scratch his paint" they confirm, making him aware of yet another bot involved. Magnus's optics widened fractionally at the mention of Sunstreaker - another unexpected development in this tangled web. "I see. So Sunstreaker as well, hmm?"

”It would appear you...ambassador has been quite diligent in cultivating a support network aboard this ship." Fixing the human with a measured look, Magnus continued, "And you are certain this...arrangement suits you? Entanglements with the crew, regardless of intent, can prove...complicated."

The nod. “Yes, I'm content and want to keep this on the down low, I don't need it getting back to my superiors on earth, nor do I need Prowl making issues of it.” They explain. In truth they were very happy with the arrangement, and felt less guilty now that they were talking with Ultra Magnus over the situation. 

"I merely wish to ensure you are not inadvertently placing yourself in jeopardy, little one." Magnus paused, considering his next words carefully. "However, if this provides you the stress relief you require, then I shall refrain from further commentary." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Though I must admit, I'm somewhat impressed by your...resilience, in the face of such formidable suitors."

It makes their face fluster as they look away from him quickly. “That's not funny and you know it” they huff under their breath only for him to let out a soft rumbled noise. Shaking his helm ruefully, the Autobot commander returned his attention to the ever-present datapads. "Very well. You have my discretion and, should you need, my counsel as well."

"They have all been good to me, very respectful and accommodating. They mainly have been dead quiet about involvement because of you actually." They hum. "Well technically you, Megatron and Rodimus. You three I do look up to alot, and your opinion means alot to me. I was just worried you would have me court martialled and shipped back to earth for fraternization "

Magnus's field rippled with a mix of surprise and begrudging respect. "I see." 

"While I cannot condone such...personal entanglements, I confess I am impressed by your discretion thus far. It speaks to a level of maturity and pragmatism I had not anticipated." Magnus met their gaze steadily. "You have proven yourself a valuable asset to this ship. I would not see that jeopardized, simply due to youthful indiscretions." 

With that now out of the way they sit there quietly before looking up at ultra Magnus from their spot sitting on the desk. "Could I have a hug, at the moment I can feel myself shaking from the fear and anxiety " they try to joke and make light of how afraid they were of him finding out. 

Magnus regarded the ambassador with a soft expression, field pulsing understanding. "Of course." He gently scooped them up, cradling their small frame against his chest in a rare display of tenderness. "There is no need to fear, Ambassador." His deep voice rumbled with reassurance as he lightly stroked their back.

They lean their head against his plating, relaxing against him.  "Thank you, you're a real one Magnus. No one will ever change that" Magnus rumbled softly, the vibration soothing against the ambassador's frame. "You are most welcome. I am merely doing what I believe is right."

He gently adjusted his hold, ensuring their comfort as they leaned into him. A rare, small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You have earned my trust, Ambassador. That is no small feat."

With that, Magnus simply held the ambassador, allowing them the chance to find solace in the steadiness of his frame. And in truth he rather enjoyed holding them close. 

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†  ――――        BUFFY  ALWAYS  KNEW  THAT  THIS  JOURNEY  WAS  GOING  TO  BE  A  LONG,  PERILOUS  ONE,  BEING  BY  CARDAN'S  SIDE,  not  to  mention  exhausting.  she  never  heard  anyone  complain  as  much  as  she  did  cardan,  and  you  would  think  she'd  be  used  to  it  by  now,  since  it  had  been  weeks  since  they  set  out  on  this  adventure.  she  couldn't  blame  him  too  much.  this  was  a  world  he  was  not  used  to  and  one  that  was  filled  with  deadly  aspects  that  could  cause  him  to  grow  weak  or  even  bring  a  fatal  demise  to  him,  but  buffy  was  determined  to  keep  him  alive  and  keep  him  safe   —   whatever  that  may  entail.  after  all,  it  was  her  destiny   [   ....   ]   apparently.

BUFFY  TURNED  HER  HEAD  TO  SHOOT  HIM  A  POINTED  GLANCE  AT  HIS  WORDS,  SLIGHTLY  POKING  AT  HER  HORRIBLE  ATTITUDE  SHE  TRUDGED  AROUND  WITH  ALL  THE  TIME.  she  couldn't  help  it.  it  had  always  been  just  her,  and  she  only  ever  had  to  worry  about  HER.  having  someone  tag  along  next  to  her  in  her  battles  and  her  decisions  was  something  she  wasn't  accustomed  to,  and  maybe  that's  why  they  butt  heads  more  often  than  not.  she  turned  her  body  to  face  him,  hands  on  her  hips  in  a  sassy  fashion,      ❛      your  judgement  would  be  wrong.  i'm  fine.  i  can  keep  going.  did  you  want  to  keep  going,  cardan     ?      ❜     she  asked,  her  tone  defensive.  she  knew  she  was  wrong  about  this.  she  needed  rest.  her  feet  hurt,  her  head  was  pounding,  and  she  was  famished.  she  sighed  deeply,      ❛      i'm  doing  this  for  you.  so,  i  don't  need  the  sarcasm      ❜     she  added  and  began  leading  them  to  the  building.  she  opened  the  double  doors  slowly  and  took  an  immediate  scan  of  what  she  was  up  against;  she  needed  to  know  exactly  what  she  was  in  for  inside  this  motel  for  demons.

THANKFULLY,  IT  WASN'T  OVERLY  OCCUPIED,  FOR  THE  EXCEPTION  TO  A  FEW  MEASLY  VAMPIRES  AND  A  COUPLE  OF  THORAX  DEMONS.  nothing  she  couldn't  handle  if  they  were  to  cause  a  ruckus  or  threaten  cardan.  all  eyes  were  on  the  pair  as  she  approached  the  check  in  counter.  she  didn't  blame  them  for  watching  their  every  move;  they  knew  of  her,  the  vampire  slayer,  who  had  no  mercy  when  it  came  to  slaying  their  kind,  but  they  knew  better  than  to  start  something  with  her,  especially  when  she  was  clearly  equipped  for  any  oncoming  battles.  buffy  slammed  her  hands  on  the  check  in  counter,  causing  the  weakling  demon  to  jump  in  its  seat.  it  was  shivering  cowardly  where  it  sat,  fidgeting  its  claw  -  like  fingers  rapidly,  all  six  of  its  eyes  rapidly  darting  around  the  room.  buffy  canted  her  head  at  the  demon,  unfazed  by  its  strange  appearance,      ❛       we  need  a  room.  two  beds,  top  floor        ❜     she  instructed,  pointing  upwards.  she  wanted  the  top  floor  so  they  wouldn't  be  shocked  by  any  surprise  attacks.  the  slayer  was  aware  that  this  was  a  risky  move,  exposing  themselves  like  this,  but  they  didn't  have  any  gear  to  camp  outside.  she'd  make  a  point  to  get  some  for  the  rest  of  their  journey  as  they  continued  tomorrow.  the  demon  nodded  several  times,  rummaging  through  the  drawer  for  the  keys  and  sliding  them  to  the  slayer.  she  takes  them,        ❛      i  don't  want  any  trouble.  your  kind  stays  put,  and  we'll  stay  put,  understood     ?       ❜     she  stated  firmly,  and  the  demon  did  nothing  but  nod  in  understanding. 

SHE  PLACES  A  GUIDING  HAND  ON  CARDAN'S  BACK  TO  LEAD  HIM  UP  THE  STAIRS  TO  THEIR  ROOM,  ALL  CREATURES  WATCHING  EVERY  STEP  THEY  TOOK  UNTIL  THEY  WERE  OUT  OF  SIGHT.  buffy  unlocks  their  room  and  allows  cardan  to  step  in  first.  it  was  a  small,  dingy  room.  dark,  slightly  damp,  with  torn  up  curtains  and  blood  stained  wooden  floors.  nothing  for  entertainment  for  the  exception  of  a  radio  on  the  nightstand.  but,  it  would  do  for  the  night.  there  was  a  bed,  a  shower,  and  a  toliet,  and  that  was  good  enough  for  the  slayer.  she  was  hoping  it'd  be  good  enough  for  the  prince  as  well.  she  plopped  herself  on  the  bed  and  torn  open  her  bag,  taking  out  two  MREs  from  her  bag   —   one  was  the  contents  of  macaroni  and  cheese  and  the  other  was  plain  chili.  she  was  about  to  choose  one  for  herself,  but  then  thought,  maybe  she  should  be  considerate.  she  rolls  her  eyes  only  at  herself,        ❛     chili  or  mac  and  cheese     ?       ❜    she  asked,  figuring  she  should  let  the  prince  she's  protecting  pick  which  one  he'd  prefer  before  choosing  herself.

As he comes to a stop in the very midst of the surprisingly void of cars street, a manicured brow arches from underneath the circlet that rests above it and Cardan's gaze shifts, first from the graceless-looking wooden stick and then to the fairly old yet formidable building towering in the distance.

He never would have guessed the motel was inhumanly inhabited had the slayer not informed him of such, but then again, the Prince does not have much experience with anything other than the Folk ( solitary or court-bound ) to be able to tell the difference ― to him, it looks like any of the hundreds of other buildings he has seen surrounding the sides of busy roads whilst on his way to the demon-infested town; it bears the same brick walls, the same identical structure and the same reek of iron, metals and exhaustion fumes that prickle his skin and lungs like tiny needles, although the latter appears to be a daunting constant in all mortal locations ― the exception being the cities, where the feeling is near suffocating.

His head tilts as black eyes rimmed in gold examine the building and the perimeter further, as though trying to spot that one thing, the key difference that signals the inhuman presence ― and soon enough, his eyes widen in dawning realisation when he notices that, unlike the motels in the many towns he has passed through, this one is surrounded by no cars; the square, box-like windows that adorn the front of the building shine no light to the outside, making it appear as though no one lives in them.

Well, no one human, anyway.

Were the circumstances different, Cardan would not have thought twice before turning his back and continuing on his way until he came across the next motel with the opportunity to house him ― preferably, something human ― but alas, these circumstances are not normal; The journey has been harder and longer than he is accustomed to, he is at the very brink of exhaustion and the iron-induced atmosphere aids to nothing except to decelerate him, to make him worse than he already is. Danger or not, his body needs rest and hence, when Buffy serves the command that they will be staying in that particular motel for the night, the Fae does very little except offer a curt nod.

❛ Okay, ❜ Cardan croaks an answer, voice low, not only to make sure that whatever inhabits their soon-to-be resting place does not hear them but also because, for the time being, that is all he can manage, for the majority of his energy is reserved to keep him upon his very two feet. He is far too exhausted to argue, even if a well-portioned part of him wants to roll his eyes and make a well-deserved comment regarding the blonde's daddy issues and rather violent tendencies. But alas, that would have to be a comment for another day ― preferably one where he is not about to drop and sleep upon the concrete ground. ❛ Very well, you have my word. No talking and no taking charge of anything when on the premises of the motel. Such shall be left entirely to your devices. Can we go now ? As endearing as it is to banter with you in the middle of the street, I do need to rest and judging by your rapidly declining patience, so do you. ❜

[atsro-slut]

Hiiii, how's your holidays going? Hopefully you're enjoying them! 🫶 I'd like to ask for Remus x fem!reader, a little mistletoe prompt cause I'm a sucker for those 🤭 But maybe reader has a crush on Remus but thinking that he only sees her as a friend, she doesn't wanna do the mistletoe tradition since she's afraid it'll make him uncomfortable and ruin their friendship? I'd die for that, thank you!! ❤️

Under the Mistletoe

OMG I love this!!!!! Im a sucker for a cutesy little holiday story! I hope you enjoy!!!!!!!!!!

Remus Lupin x female!reader

Y/N has a crush on Remus Lupin and fears the mistletoe at the Christmas party will ruin their friendship. When they end up under it, she must decide whether to take a chance or stay safe.

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The Christmas party at Hogwarts was in full swing. The Great Hall was decorated in gold and red, with sparkling fairy lights hanging from every corner, casting a warm, cozy glow over the room. Snowflakes gently fell outside the tall windows, and the scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air as students and professors alike gathered to celebrate the holiday season.

Y/N stood near the punch bowl, her fingers nervously twisting the edge of her sweater as she watched the party unfold. She had never been particularly comfortable in large social gatherings, but tonight was different. Tonight, there was a presence at the party that made her stomach flutter in ways she didn’t quite understand. That presence was none other than Remus Lupin.

She had been friends with Remus for years, ever since their first year at Hogwarts. They had bonded over their shared love of books, their quiet nature, and their mutual understanding of what it felt like to be an outsider. Over the years, their friendship had grown stronger, and it wasn’t hard to see why—Remus was kind, thoughtful, and endlessly patient. He had a calmness to him that made her feel safe, a rare gift that only someone truly special possessed.

And yet, there was something more. Something that had been growing inside Y/N for months, something she couldn’t quite name. She was falling for him. Hard.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to confess her feelings, but Y/N had always been terrified of ruining their friendship. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if it made things awkward between them? They had shared so many moments over the years—laughing together in the library, sharing late-night talks about their hopes and dreams, supporting each other through difficult times—but Y/N was afraid that the fragile thread of their friendship could break if she were to tell him how she felt.

And so, she had kept her feelings to herself. At least for now.

“Y/N! Over here!”

The sudden call of her name pulled Y/N from her thoughts, and she turned to see her friend Lily waving her over from the other side of the room. With a small sigh, Y/N walked over, offering a smile as she joined her friend.

“You look stunning!” Lily exclaimed, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. “I can’t believe we’re finally here! A Christmas party at Hogwarts—this is so much fun.”

Y/N chuckled softly. “You look great too, Lily.”

Lily, of course, was glowing. She always did. With her bright red hair, radiant smile, and infectious energy, she could light up any room she entered. But Y/N’s eyes couldn’t help but drift to a figure standing by the fireplace—Remus. He was talking to James and Sirius, his warm brown eyes sparkling with laughter, but as usual, there was a quiet shyness about him that made Y/N’s heart ache. He was so perfect, so gentle, and yet completely unaware of how deeply she had fallen for him.

"Are you going to talk to him?" Lily asked, raising an eyebrow with a knowing smile.

Y/N's face flushed a deep shade of red. "What do you mean?"

Lily smirked. "You know exactly what I mean. Remus. You’ve been looking at him all night."

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly averted her gaze, her hands suddenly feeling clammy. "I’m just... admiring the decorations," she stammered, trying to play it off.

Lily raised an eyebrow but didn’t push further. "Sure, sure. Well, you know what they say, right? Under the mistletoe, anything can happen."

Y/N froze. She had completely forgotten about the mistletoe tradition at the party. Hogwarts was known for hanging mistletoe in the most random places, and it was often used as an excuse for students to steal a kiss from their crush. But Y/N wasn’t ready for that. Not with Remus. Not when she was certain that he only saw her as a friend.

“I don’t think I’ll worry about the mistletoe tonight,” Y/N replied, her voice tight. "Besides, it’s just a silly tradition.”

Lily didn’t seem convinced, but she shrugged. “If you say so. But if you change your mind…”

Before Y/N could reply, Lily’s eyes brightened as she spotted someone across the room. "Oh, James is looking for me. I’ll catch you later!"

With a final wink, Lily disappeared into the crowd, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts. The nervous flutter in her chest returned, stronger than before. She needed to find a way to enjoy the party without letting her emotions get the best of her. If only she could stop thinking about Remus and how perfect he was, how much she wanted to be near him, to be more than just friends.

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The night passed in a blur. Y/N tried to keep herself distracted, chatting with friends, nibbling on cookies, and participating in a few games. But despite her efforts, her gaze kept drifting back to Remus. He was always so gentle with others, his laugh like music to her ears, his thoughtful demeanor something she couldn’t help but admire. But there was always that nagging voice in her head reminding her that he probably didn’t feel the same way.

“Y/N!”

Y/N turned, startled, and found herself face-to-face with Remus, who was smiling warmly at her. “Oh, hey, Remus.”

“Hey,” he replied, his voice soft and comforting. “I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk? The snow’s really coming down, and I thought it might be nice to get some fresh air.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. It was just a walk. Nothing more, nothing less. But the idea of spending time alone with him, especially now, when her feelings for him were so overwhelming, made her nervous. Still, she couldn’t say no. Not to him.

“I’d love that,” she said, forcing a smile as she pushed down the wave of anxiety in her chest. “Let’s go.”

They stepped outside into the crisp winter air, the snowflakes swirling around them as they walked side by side. The sound of their footsteps crunching in the snow was the only noise between them, and Y/N tried to focus on the peacefulness of the moment, trying to calm her racing heart.

They wandered along the edge of the castle, the quiet stillness of the night allowing them to talk freely. They discussed everything from classes to their favorite Christmas traditions, with Remus listening attentively, his gentle smile never leaving his face.

At one point, Remus stopped, looking up at the sky. “The stars look incredible tonight,” he said softly. “I’ve always loved the way the snow makes everything seem quieter. Like the world’s holding its breath.”

Y/N smiled, gazing up at the sky as well. “It’s beautiful,” she agreed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "I’m glad you asked me to come outside. It’s nice to get away from the party for a bit."

They stood in comfortable silence for a few moments, simply enjoying the serenity of the snowy night. Y/N was lost in the beauty of the moment, but then, as if on cue, she heard the telltale sound of someone calling her name from across the courtyard.

“Y/N! Remus!”

Y/N turned to see Lily and James standing by the entrance to the castle, both grinning mischievously. “There you are!” Lily called. “We’ve been looking for you two.”

Before Y/N could respond, James waved his hand toward them. “Come on, you’re not escaping that easily.”

“Escape?” Y/N echoed, her heart sinking in her chest. What was James talking about?

Then, she saw it.

Hanging above the stone archway that led into the courtyard was a sprig of mistletoe, clearly placed for the exact purpose she had been trying to avoid all evening. Her heart rate picked up, and she felt a familiar rush of panic flood her chest.

“Oh, no,” Y/N muttered under her breath. “Not the mistletoe.”

She could already feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. If they were standing there long enough, someone would undoubtedly make a joke, and the whole night would be ruined. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out a way out of the situation. She could pretend she hadn’t seen the mistletoe, make some excuse, but no matter what, the idea of standing under it with Remus made her stomach twist with fear.

Remus, however, hadn’t noticed her discomfort. Instead, he chuckled softly, his gaze shifting from the mistletoe to Y/N’s nervous expression.

“It’s just a tradition, right?” he said, giving her a warm smile. “Nothing to be nervous about.”

Y/N froze. She swallowed hard. “Yeah, but…” Her voice faltered, unsure how to explain. “I don’t want to make things weird, you know? We’re friends, Remus. And if we… if we did the whole mistletoe thing, I just—” She stopped herself, realizing she was rambling.

Remus looked at her thoughtfully, his smile fading just a little. “Y/N,” he said gently, stepping closer. “I promise, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest. Could she do this? Could she let go of her fear and take the step she had been wanting to take for so long?

Without thinking, she found herself looking into Remus’s eyes, seeing the kindness and warmth there. There was no judgment, no discomfort—just Remus, as he always was.

And maybe, just maybe, she could be brave enough to take the chance.

[chrysanthemumgames]

Hey Jess! Congrats on being about a week out from release! I'm playing the first 3 chapters since they went up on the forum as a preview and I'm still just so in love with this game! You polished it so well between all the edits and I can't wait till I get to play through the whole story!!! Also v excited for the next patreon BIP~ just wanted to drop in and say again congrats and also omg I did not realize the game went over 1 million words! You're amazing and FOA is amazing and I'm so glad I got to see how it's evolved these last several years :3 thanks for sharing your story with us =D

Oh, thank you! I hadn't even seen that post go up in the forum thread, so that was fun to discover.

(Psst, everyone, you can play the first three chapters of the full game right now for free!)

But seriously, thank you. I may or may not be a huge nervous wreck right now as release day approaches, but yes. Final word count was actually something like 1.3 million? And that's after I took out a lot of messy, bulky code from the first draft, so I'm pretty proud of it. I'm sure there are still redundancies and things contributing to that number, but that's how being a code scrub is sometimes.

I really hope everyone enjoys the final result. :)

[pernesophe]

Omg I’m so excited about requests!!!!!

I really love your work re: Suo, from Wind Breaker, so I was hoping for more of him.

Like a seamstress! Reader x Suo, who’s never at the repair shop for himself but notices reader anyway and it’s not at all obvious? I just love the idea of Suo wrestling his feelings over someone yk? A work-oriented, not easily wavering reader, who’s too busy doing her work to notice him until it’s the ONLY OPPORTUNITY. Maybe they’re college age? Idk I just love him with a super serious and driven gf.

Minors and Ageless Blogs please DNI! (Edited (1.5.25))

First Request Woop Woop!! Thank you so much for sending this in!

I do want to preface that Suo is one of the harder characters for me to write - he's just so foxlike and keeps his emotions hidden (I am not like this so it's hard to relate to him lmao). Also reader wanted to have their own say in this piece ig (characters rebelling and all that). So this may not live up to your request, and if it doesn't then I'm so sorry - I really did try!!

Really I was aiming to only write 500-1k words, but here's like 2.9k because I have no self control lol:

TW: Fluff (Divider by @sweetmelodygraphics)

Suo and the Seamstress

It was a brisk day, the wind whipped through Suo’s coat on the way to the little shop located at the end of Main Street. Not much had changed around town since he left for college, though that may just be because of his weekly visits, so the changes felt gradual. Like this building on the end of the street that had been vacant until his last year at Furin when a seamstress moved in, or how that seamstress hired an apprentice the same summer. 

So it came as no surprise that through the window he could already see you working as he pushed through the wooden door, the tiny brass bell chiming overhead to announce his arrival. Once inside he was greeted by the warm embrace of the tiny radiator eeking heat from the back of the shop, followed by the rhythmic drumming of the machine you were pushing fabric through.

At first he glanced around for your boss, but it seemed - to his delight - that she was out on a supply run. You were still sitting there behind the ornate front desk working, taking no notice of him at all. By the register sat a little sign next to a bell that read: “Be back later! Ring to get their attention!”

The auburn haired man didn’t ring the bell though, he didn’t step forward, instead he hovered by the door and observed. As you paused to deftly fold the fabric into layers, pin it, and then neatly line it up under the metal foot before pressing the pedal on the floor lightly - the same way you would accelerate a car. Eyes narrowed slightly as you watched the needle raise and lower, the internal mechanisms resumed that comforting drum that echoed through the shop. A clip secured all of your hair at the back of your head so he had a clear view of your side profile.

Usually he handled dropping the uniforms off for the Furin boys, and Nirei was the one who would handle pick up, so Suo’s only seen you in the morning light. Memories glowed softly in his mind, the gentle rays barely illuminating the planes of your face. Shadows cascaded under your jaw, behind your ear, stretching up into the strands of hair laid flush against your head to create a dark and delicate shawl. Always silent in the early hours, sometimes with your lips pressed into a line and a notch in your brow. He was never quite sure if it was from concentration, or if you were trying to hide your honest feelings about the “upscale orders” that would overflow from the city. 

This time the afternoon light was much brighter, coming through the window set behind you, vibrant orange mixed with the white daffodil rays from earlier. Backlit by the sun, it illuminated everything about you at this hour. The light crept up your back, threaded through your hair, stretching over your cheeks, and wrapping over your shoulder to climb up the column of your throat while lacing down over your collarbone as well.

Suo was grateful for your driven nature in this moment, eyes focused on the ever tamping foot of the machine, so he could steal these precious moments to himself. Tracing the ridge of your nose, swoop of your jaw, and the bend of your cheek with his careful eye. How the bow of your lip was so prominent when you pursed your lips in thought. The strand of hair that fell from your clip and kissed the nape of your neck - all of it he committed to memory until the next time Nirei couldn’t handle pick up…

And then, like a bird watcher being caught by the bird itself, you glanced out of the corner of your eye and immediately straightened to look at him head on. The drumming of the machine fell away, replaced with the humming lights overhead. 

“Sorry I didn’t see you there,” mumbling as you stood, smoothing down your shirt and trousers before approaching the desk. Suo mirrored you step for step until you met at the desk together, you peering up at him - your soft timbre still ringing in his ears.

“It’s quite alright - I never rang the bell,” Suo replied with a serene smile, nodding towards the little sign and rounded piece of silver. 

“Can I have your name and ticket, please?” Your hand held out to him, palm up, as you spoke. For a moment he was taken aback by how unfazed you were to his presence. Fishing the ticket out of his pocket, he produced the small, rectangular piece of yellow parchment. 

“Suo Hayato,” he responded through an unfaltering smile as he slid the paper into your hand, “though I think the ticket’s under-”

“The Bofurin Account, right. One moment please,” you cut him off as you turned towards the rack of garment bags behind the counter. He was left blinking rapidly at your clip as you thumbed through the hangers on the rack. After a moment, you grabbed a bundle of hangers loosely tied together and lifted the bags off the rack, then turned back and laid them across the counter.

”So, Mr. Suo,” you enunciated each word in turn, eyes still trained on the garment bags until they slowly lifted, traveling the expanse of his torso until they met his curious gaze. A light dusting of pink rose to his cheeks from the moniker, your unwavering gaze spiking his heart. He leaned forward slightly as you parted your lips to inquire, “were there a lot of knife fights this week?”

”Uh-hm, what?” Suo sputtered, clearing his throat before he responded with a question. Tilting your head, not unlike a hawk sizing up its prey, you gestured to the garment bags - wrist turned up towards him, your fingertips skimming the canvas, thumb slightly folded over your palm. 

“There were a lot of cuts, looked like some kids were sliced?” Your tone seemed nonchalant at first, but one of your brows slowly raised as the c hissed between your teeth as if they were connected by a string. Suo felt hot and prickly under his coat as a drop of sweat ran down his back from your unblinking stare.

”Well, yes,” Suo began cautiously, with a curt nod, “that happens when thugs bring knives to a fight.” His lips were curled into a serene smile, but his words shifted in the air like snakes slithering through tall grass. Your lips pressed into a thin line, if he had to name the look he’d call it unamused.

”Right,” you replied in a tone matching your expression, “and how are they doing in school?” Querying in that same passive tone that hid something predatory underneath as you started to gather the tickets and check off the log book.

”The thugs?” Suo retorted in disbelief, puffed through a breathy laugh - his serene mask broken. Your hands stilled as you zeroed in on the fracturing, cocking your head to look up at him.

”The kids.” Again, as the s hissed through your teeth, that string drew your brow up, your eyes growing half lidded and tired at the perceived density. 

”Oh.” Suo blinked, haunches smoothing down slightly. “Most are doing well - there’s a few who struggle in their respective subjects, like kids sometimes do.” He answered genuinely, though his sienna iris darted over your expression - trying to read your next move.

”Hm,” puffing air through your nose, nodding your head simply, you finished tying paper slips to the hangers in the garment bags. “Well, you’re all set,” you stated while patting the top of the bags. Suo blinked, a mix of fear and intrigue swirling in his chest - not yet wanting the interaction to end. Honestly he wanted to know if you had a problem with him, or if this was just your regular demeanor. 

“Is it alright if I take a look?” He requested calmly, to which you shot him a look of unbridled disbelief, so he quickly added, “not because I don’t trust your work. I’ve just never seen it - I handle drop off typically.” Your face smoothed at his explanation, but you only nodded at the bags in response. 

Suo gingerly unzipped the top bag and opened it to find an immaculate Furin uniform. It didn’t look like they had been sliced, or at least you hid the damage well enough. The biggest surprise was the button down shirt - blindingly white once again - he searched for the name tag to find it was a student who was notorious for being rough on his clothes. You stared at his shocked expression triumphantly, barely hiding the upturn at the corner of your mouth.

“How did you get it so white?” Murmuring as he looked back at you with an astonished expression, brows raised in question. The thought displayed plainly across his face: This is a mending shop, not a dry cleaner’s. 

“I took them home and cleaned them,” you said simply. Though your face clearly showed what you were thinking: ‘how else did you expect them to get cleaned’.

“But some of the stains were already set…” He noted incredulously, only growing more confused by your explanation.

“Family secret,” you offered with a nonchalant shrug. Suo just stared at you dumbfounded before puffing out a laugh with a shake of his head as he pulled out his wallet. When his finger and thumb were gripping his card, tugging it out halfway, you threw him a bewildered look. “What’re you doing?”

“Paying…?” Suo chuckled out awkwardly through a tight lipped smile, that serene mask transformed into something amused, but forced.

“Mm-mm, y’all don’t pay. It’s under the Bofurin Account,” you asserted while tapping the sign taped to the front of the register. It read: 

”Cover a Bofurin’s repairs! Donate a few yen with your purchase to cover the materials!”

Suo read the sign, and then re-read it for good measure. Sure the town supported them back in High School, but there was a new level of organization to it now.

“But what about the cost of labor?” He inquired, wallet and card still at the ready.

“Free.” You stated, as if it were obvious, while tucking the uniform back in the bag and tugging the zipper up. That’s when Suo noticed the slip of paper you tied to the hanger, immediately he reached out and turned it the other way so he could read it - forcing you to stop mid zip. 

“Tutoring?” He read the title out loud with the inflection of a question before glancing at you for another explanation.

“You said some of them were struggling, and some kids from different schools in the area have put together a tutoring program. This seemed the best way for me to get the word out to Furin.” You explained as you gently took the paper from his hand and laid it back in the bag, zipping it up the rest of the way.

“That’s very considerate, thank you,” he murmured, a little taken aback as he considered the possibility that perhaps you weren’t just giving him a hard time earlier. 

“No problem. Have a good day Mr. Suo,” you spoke in an assertive tone, nodding and gesturing to the bags that the transaction was complete.

“Right, have a good day.” He replied, a little solemn at how irked you seemed at his presence. But as he moved towards the door, garment bags laid over his arm, his curiosity got the better of him as he turned back to ask, “um, I hope I haven’t offended you in any way?”

“What do you mean?” Cross-questioning him with a slight shake of your head, that notch back in your brow.

“Well you don’t know me and we’ve never really had a conversation before, but you seem to have a lot of… unspoken opinions about the Bofurin alumni.” Suo explained slowly, that hot prickly feeling coursing over his skin again.

“I do know you - my brother talks about you all the time,” you claimed with a simple shrug while you put the logbook back on its shelf.

“Your brother?” Suo mumbled, more to himself than you, as he wracked his brain for who your brother could be.

“Riku L/N,” you offered, expression immediately softening at the mention of your sibling. Suo was suddenly struck with a memory from about 6 months ago of a rather loud young man that looked kind of like you who he taught “Beetle Style”.

“He really enjoys the training events you all hold, but he’s struggling in math, english, and just about any subject that isn’t fighting,” you explained with a small huff, followed by a slow sigh - the tension releasing from your shoulders. “It makes me wonder how many students are in the same boat. I guess I’m just a little worried for them…” you admitted in a softer tone. 

“I’m sorry if I came across a little,” you grimaced slightly at the ensuing word, “bitchy earlier.” Suo could tell the word tasted like bile in your mouth, and had to suppress a chuckle at the sight. 

“It’s alright, and you weren’t,” he assured you gently, turning back to the desk fully. “I understand where you’re coming from, it must feel weird to be protected by kids.” He offered gently, and you immediately nodded in agreement.

“It’s a lot safer here, which is why we moved in the first place, but I guess I just didn’t expect my little brother to be one of the people keeping us safe…” you swallowed thickly after the words spilled out - not intending to be so vulnerable with him.

“It’s hard not to think of all of them as my little brothers y’know?” You murmured quietly as you gestured at the garment bags still slung over his arm. Everything about you was softer now, and Suo couldn’t help but drink it in. The way your brow creased in worry, and how you nervously wrung your hands as you captured your bottom lip between your teeth. Your gaze focused on the bags, but he could tell that you were seeing the boys’ faces instead of the clothes.

“I feel the same way,” Suo declared gently, drawing your gaze back to the genuine smile tugging at his mouth. “We only graduated a couple of years ago, but we worry too. Our class is the one who pitched the training events so there’s at least a few alumni always in the area. The class who graduated before us are working towards bringing trade and apprenticeship programs back to our community. And the class that graduated before them is still networking with a few Universities in the area to bring back solid pathways from High School to college. That’s how a lot of our class was able to go off to school.” Expounding on the alumni’s efforts, Suo hoped it would quell some of your anxiety. 

“I-I’m really sorry,” you blurted out immediately, eyes wide as a vibrant pink bloomed across your cheeks, “I had no idea. I-I thought y’all were just teaching them how to fight,” you admitted sheepishly. He couldn’t help but laugh outright at the 180 in your demeanor.

“It’s alright. If your brother is mostly interested in fighting, then that’s probably all he’s told you about,” Suo remarked before elaborating further. “The training events are to make sure they won’t be overwhelmed by other teams, but we’ve been in their shoes. We want their lives to be easier than ours were too.”

“Oh God,” groaning as you covered your face in embarrassment, shaking your head. “I must’ve seemed so cold, I really am sorry,” your words were muffled by your palms. Suo suppressed his titters at your floundering behind his free hand.

“It’s really no big deal,” Suo spoke reassuringly as you peaked in between your fingers to see his serene smile. “Actually, we’re having another event in two weeks - you should come by with Riku. You’ll be able to see some other alumni and they’d be thrilled to tell you about the work they’ve been doing.” He suggested as you gradually lowered your hands to the counter to reveal a slightly intrigued expression.

“Are you sure that’d be okay?” You murmured, brows raised in slight apprehension.

“Would it be okay for the seamstress who’s been fixing all the boys' clothes - for free - to come to an event they were invited to?” Suo responded with another question and a coy smile. Your gaze cut to the counter as your cheeks burned from his teasing. “I think it’d be more than okay,” his sure tone brought your gaze back to his kind smile and half moon eye.

“Alright, I’ll be there,” you replied, nodding while flashing him a wide grin. A faint blush swept across Suo’s face as his heart stuttered at the sight.

“I can’t wait, have a good day Y/N.” He murmured, a touch of tenderness leaching into his tone as he moved towards the door once again. But as his fingers gripped the handle your soft timbre stopped him in his tracks.

“I hope you have a good day too, Mr. Suo,” you called after him, the moniker you used before sending a wave of heat through him as his cheeks became downright ruddy. He turned back to see a coy smile curving your lips this time as you took your seat at the machine. The rhythmic drumming filled the shop once again while the usually sure footed Suo stumbled back into the chilly air.

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[islandiis]

Fannar nods in understanding, watching very intently and doing his best to read their patterns. They are beautiful, though he quickly finds himself struggling to tell them apart as they shift and move past each other — it must be something that comes with time and familiarity, as Hikaru had said. He can see, at the very least, the way some of them hang back and some are more eager, which he supposes is one indication of their vibrant personalities. Admittedly, he has never really thought before about fish having distinct personalities. With fishing being such an industry in Iceland, it's too easy to think of them as distinct from animals, unfeeling. He'll definitely have to write about this, when he is back home. How fascinating.

"I must admit, I think these sorts of things call to me more than — well, cities, and such. I-I do love to see new places, of course, including new cities, but... Things like this are very peaceful. It's nice." Then, with a smile, "Thank you for sharing it with me."

It always feels like a privilege. Fannar watches as the fish disperse after their feed, and then he looks between Kiku and Hikaru with a polite smile; careful not to laugh, lest he come off as impolite, but he can't help but think of some of his loved ones who have definitely fought over snacks before.

"If I can help at all, with anything, I would be happy to," He starts, although his ears prick up almost immediately at the sound of loud, excited voices. Kiku leaves, and Fannar is quick to hold his hands up with a little smile.

"N-no, not an inconvenience at all! I'm very excited to meet them, actually." It might be a bit of an experience for them, too — he wonders how familiar they might be with Iceland, since it is so small, and so far away. He expects that quite a few questions might arise there — and he has some of his own, for them! It would be nice to meet them. Fannar stands, and keeps his hands clasped politely in front of him. "If I can help with anything, please do just let me know, though."

islandiis​:

Fannar nods along, not appearing at all perturbed by the idea of wrapping the plants in bubblewrap; if it was necessary, then it was necessary. The fact that he also knows precious little about gardening probably also helps. He does wonder, vaguely, what it must be like here in winter. Especially compared to home — Is it much colder, or would it be comparable to Iceland? He wonders what it must be like, too, to have plants that will actually grow. Yes, there are greenhouses back home — but they are mainly used for vegetables and produce, not flowers, not plants. Parts of Iceland are certainly lush, but in a different way; all moss and crowberries and birch which grows to the ground.

Fannar is brought back to reality when the doors are opened, and the smell comes with it. While he would describe the smell as pleasant, he also knows it could easily aggravate his chest should he breathe it too deeply in; he’ll content himself with the fresh air outside.

“They have different personalities?” He echoes, and Fannar shakes his head. “I didn’t know that. Is it… Are they easy to tell apart? I am afraid I don’t know much about them.”

Although, he’s quick to add, “Though, I understand not naming them, in that case. I think I would do the same thing — I would hate to give them a name they don’t like.”

The suggestion comes abruptly, but Fannar’s eyes - sure enough - do just light up. It would be the first time he had seen something of this nature, and he can imagine it would be quite fascinating; but again, he doesn’t want to appear too eager. He tucks a lock of hair back behind his ear while Hikaru retrieves their food, but the traces of nerves dissipate into curiosity once the fish begin to gather.

Do they know who Kiku and Hikaru are—? He had never really considered the possibility, or given it much thought. The extent of his own experiences with fish were in the seas around Iceland - even then, most often by proxy through his seamen - and koi were completely foreign to him. They seem so much more like pets than haddock or cod are, if they are able to form relationships like this.

He hangs back, but watches with great interest as each fish rises to it’s food. The markings are beautiful, and he can see now how unique they are, as well; even if their personalities were all the same, they’d be distinguishable in their looks. How amazing!

“They are so beautiful,” he says, mesmerized. “And they must be intelligent, too. They seem very comfortable with you.”

Hikaru can feel Fannar’s enthusiasm– or at least, he’s pretty sure he can feel it. It’s a vibe in the air, but not enough to disturb the fish into being too nervous to come get their meal. Kiku lingers in the doorway of his own room, though; he’s the only one they don’t seem to like, which he’s accepted as an ongoing trend among pretty much everything in nature. Except, of course, the little white fluffball of a dog that follows him around. Even Momo seems careful not to disturb the feeding, and keeps closer to the wall than the edge of the veranda. She comes to a stop right beside him and sits down patiently while he fidgets momentarily, watching Hikaru from afar.

"I think at first it would be difficult to tell them all apart, but I have spent so much time with them that I can tell by their patterns which one is which. I found out their personalities much later on, and it took quite a while to get them this comfortable,” Hikaru explains, taking a few moments to watch the group. A few of the more shy fish always approach last, when the more aggressive ones have had their fill, and he is ever patient with them just to make sure none are left out.

“Whenever you want to visit, I would love to be able to share more of these sorts of things with you. It is not often we get visitors who prefer the more calm aspects of our life here. Understandably, a lot of visitors prefer doing things a tourist might do.”

Regrettably. Though they certainly don’t hate partaking in “tourist-y” activities for the wonderful (or not so wonderful) trips down memory lane said excursions can provide, they are simply too old for it sometimes. Being able to share something in a more calm environment suits them both a bit more at this age, and it’s certainly more authentic than something meant to appeal to visitors.

“ね、光くん。 When is feeding time for us?”

Kiku’s question was expected, but Hikaru couldn’t help laughing a little. It hadn’t even been that long since he got home!

“I suppose I should get started soon… I may have to get some extra ingredients, but it should not take long if so. And there are plenty of snacks to have… but please remember to share.” A pointed look was given to Kiku as the fish all went their separate ways after the last bit of food was handed out. He’s behaved so far, but Hikaru knows he can be greedy with snacks, and the whole family wasn’t even home yet.

“By the way, I should mention that–”

Too late. Pochi and Momo were already scrambling to get to the front of the home again, and now there were more voices. Loud and excitable, the kind that could only belong to children. Before Kiku could move, Hikaru was off to go wrangle them himself– and ask them in very firmly worded terms to please be on their best behavior around their company!

“We’ve got a few little islands north and southwest of our main islands that have ended up here. One of my students from the base collects them from school for me since I’m usually late… I hope that isn’t too much of an inconvenience. Children can be a bit overwhelming, especially our oldest…” The last thing he wanted to do was cause unnecessary stress for Fannar, especially since half of their youngsters (the half that Kiku himself spoiled rotten, incidentally) tended to ask a million questions each whenever new guests came by.

[lightlycareless]

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I feel like if this happened to Naoya after he let his hair go natural he’d probably be booking an appointment to the salon that day XD

Heya anon!!!

OMG HAHAHAHAHAHAH I love how we all agree that Naoya dyeing his hair black once his roots show (or just not dyeing it at all) is like a bad idea lmao. Just like the top comment said, it was the only thing keeping the family together 😂😂😂😂

Anyways, this was such a treat to write. I'm always down for domestic yn/naoya shenanigans + our adorable naomi!!!!

warnings: none. fluff. naoya regrets his life. lol.

Happy reading!!!

Naoya deciding to dye his hair completely black wasn’t one that he chose personally, it was simply… a consequence of his surroundings.

He’d been out on missions for too long, that his dye naturally began to fade out, showing his dark roots and prompting him with the idea of…

“All black?” you ask; both were on videocall when he suggested the idea—Naoya stationed in some remote village he was deployed in, still days away from returning. “I haven’t seen you wear that look since… forever I think.”

“Naomi definitely hasn’t seen me like that.” He comments, and at the revelation, you gasp.

“Oh my god, that is true!” you smile. “Do you think she’ll notice? I don’t think so, she’s still pretty young… Though I know she’ll be happy to see her handsome papa again! Black hair, or not.”

Naoya smiles.

“I can’t wait to come back home either; it’s been horrible without my two princesses.”

“Well, hurry back! We’re tired of waiting for you…”

Naoya takes it seriously when you tell him to hurry, quick to finish whatever mission he was in before catching the earliest flight back home, but not without making one last stop; he usually dyed his hair by his own at that point, was considering so too…

But he wanted to make this a special surprise. It had been quite some time since he last mentioned it, so he’s sure you’ve probably forgotten about it by now, thus setting up the perfect opportunity to carry out his plans.

To say that he was excited about this whole ordeal was an understatement. Naoya was really looking forward to this change, and all because of one simple reason: Naomi’s reaction.

Ever since his little bundle of joy was born, life had become far more enjoyable, even with the littlest, most mundane of things. All had become a thrilling adventure he couldn’t wait to share with his daughter.  

Naoya never thought he’d ever come to enjoy the wonders of being a father, always thought it to be tedious, boring. And most importantly, fated to be with someone he wouldn’t care for.

But then you happened, and with time, little Naomi, completely changing his perspective of life.

Whatever thing he did, the sight of his adorable baby girl would cross his mind, wondering what kind of reaction she’ll have for the new toy he’ll bring her after the mission, her cute babbles whenever telling her of his day, as if she knew what he was saying…

Or in this scenario, if Naomi would be able to recognize him after completely dyeing his hair black.

A part of him hopes—no, knows so, because he knows his baby girl to be very attentive, and there’s something sweet about a daughter being able to distinguish her father through all circumstances.

Luckily, he won’t have to wait much to get his answer, for as soon as his hair was done, he went straight back to the estate, not even bothering to let you know beforehand (just to add to the surprise), eventually making a beeline to you, quickly taking you in his arms before you could even muster a hello and kissing you—it’s only when he pulls away that you’re able to acknowledge him, and his new hairstyle.

“Naoya! You dyed your hair black!” you bubbled, threading your fingers into his locks to relish both its softness and nostalgic color. “And your home too!”

“I did.” He smiles, leaning in to steal another kiss. “I’m home.”

“Ah, I missed you so much.” You sigh, resting your head against his chest. “Please tell me you’re not leaving until much, much later.”

“2 weeks.” He says sorrowfully—it’s more than last time, but still…

“…Well, let’s not talk about that anymore—let’s focus instead on our time together, with our adorable baby who missed you so much!”

“Where is she?” Naoya asks with unparalleled enthusiasm. “Is she awake?”

“With my staff, and yes, she just woke up actually!” You say, grabbing his hand and guiding him back to your shared bedroom. “Let’s go, now—I want to see her reaction to your new hair color!”

Just as you foretold, little Naomi was happily enjoying the company of your loyal staff, Mariya, Haruko and Hitomi, who treated your adorable baby as she were their own niece, taking her wherever they could when you’d unfortunately end up caught up with duties, which Naomi didn’t mind, if anything, she was all to happy to be spoiled rotten (even more) by her aunts!

And how could she not? With all their gifts and antics, Naomi was nothing if not overjoyed to be the center of their attention!

Yet, nothing they did could ever compare t0 the happiness of seeing her father return home, the papa that you always made sure to remind her loved her very much, even through the distance that is often imposed by his job.

Once the family is reunited, your staff bids their regards to Naoya before leaving, allowing much needed privacy for the sweet moment that is to occur next. they leave to give them much needed privacy,

“Naomi!” Naoya says as soon as he laid eyes on his little bundle of joy, swooning when noticing the cute romper you’d dressed her up in, the same one he got her a few weeks ago: the yellow one with a little duck stitched in the front pocket. “My little mochi, I’m home!”

He reaches for her, extending his arms to pick her up and give her all the kisses and hugs he’s been holding onto since he left, completely forgetting about the reaction he so desperately wanted to see—

But the moment he does so, Naoya feels his baby tense up, a soft whine escaping her lips as her chubby little hands attempted to push him away, a reaction so different to her usually bubbly, welcoming personality, that his heart couldn’t help but shatter a bit in return.

“What’s wrong, dumpling?” He asks. “Did you miss me that much?”

“Nnngah!” Naomi cries as she attempts to push him away once more, but Naoya persists, that is, until a sharp wail makes him realize it was something graver.

“Naomi, why are you crying??” Naoya frets, attempting to comfort her by gently rocking her—to no avail. “Is it your diaper?? Or are you hungry??”

It takes you a few moments to understand what’s happening, but when you do, you’re not even able to laugh about it, too preoccupied instead in comforting your poor crying daughter, who was upset from innocently confusing her papa for Naobito’s son #27.

She shouldn’t be blamed—couldn’t. Naomi was still in the age where she has difficulties setting apart those that similarly look like her father, after all, like the rest of Naoya’s brothers.

Naomi was only able to calm down after you took her back into her arms, the only person she seemed to recognize at the moment, gently bouncing her until her cries eventually diminished.

But the damage was done, and as soon as your little mochi was placed back onto her crib, too tired out from crying, Naoya rushes straight to the exit, mind set on one thing:

“I’m dying my hair back blonde.”

“Naoya—It’s just a matter of her getting used to you!” you gasp, attempting to stop him. “You don’t need to do that!”

“I don’t want her to cry because of me ever again.” He insists. “I’ve already arranged the appointment; I’m heading out now. And while I’m at it, I’ll also buy Naomi more toys, hopefully she’ll be able to forgive me.”

“That won’t—” you wish to push the idea out of Naoya’s mind, tell him that perhaps he’s exaggerating, but you could see the sadness in his eyes, that notion that he genuinely believed needed this to feel better about himself.

So, you let him, giving him a kiss while asking him to not to do anything outrageous; Naoya’s spending could be quite… excessive when upset, you’d know that better than anyone. Although something tells you it might be worse now that Naomi is involved…

Nonetheless, by the time Naoya returns with his hair effectively back to blonde, Naomi is now able to identify him as her beloved papa, cheerfully reaching out for him to receive her well-deserved dosage kisses and hugs, as well as all the toys he brought along to ease his mistakes—it’s almost like that unspeakable incident never occurred! Much to Naoya’s delight.

And while upsetting at the moment, this is an anecdote you’d eventually recount with humor in the future, about the time Naomi didn’t recognize her father because of his hair dye, and how Naoya almost went to the end of the world to redeem himself.

Though both would deny it, of course. Thankfully, you have a good memory.

I'm sorry I had to call Naoya Naobito's son #27 but let's be real, they all look alike (In my hc that is) HOW COULD NAOMI NOT CONFUSE HIM? HAHAHAHAH Poor man, well, thankfully Naomi forgave him once he fixed his mistake :) you won't see Naoya with black hair anymore, though you'd come to regret not being able to "relieve the good ol days" 😳😳😳😳

Anyways, thank you sososos much for sending in this I LOVE DOMESTIC AU WITH NAOYA our redeemed little dork. Ah, I really needed this after last chapter's ordeal 😏 keep 'em coming 🤭

Now, take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[serpenndragon]

Hey! I’m a new follower! I love your creature design and your art is amazing! You have very creative ideas and they are so interesting reading about them! Plus, the details in all of your sketches are so awesome!

I read your thread about Wither Demons and their parenting style. That makes me wonder, can Bad make his body warmer so that the baby dragons can sleep comfortably with him (please show us a cuddle pile with Bad and the babies)? And did at some point one of the baby dragons get scared of Bad’s true form in the beginning?

Hi!! happy to have you here :D

Thank you so much! Designing creatures is a passion of mine, I'm so excited others enjoy them as much as I do!

AND OGGHHHHH I am sooo so happy you brought that up, I didnt think of that detail initially (because it's already very warm in the nether) but I can imagine parents probably being able to generate and transfer body heat like that so boom canon

that's such a cute idea though omg.. and I actually do have this unfinished doodle of him cuddling w a few of the kids kinda

ignore how sad he looks I was in a mood

anywaysss I did also think of a scenario where the trio first saw his true form, I might draw it at some point maybe!