#I'm so so sorry it took me a bit long to answer

[reallyromealone]

Title: food

Fandom: palia

Characters: Ashura, Reth, tish, Jel

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: Reth x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, cute, courting, Omega male reader

Notes: trying to get in the swing of writing so sorry if it's weird

Summary: Reth realized (name)s been courting him and figures out what to return the fashionable Omega

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Reth never knew what to do with the prim and proper brother of Jel, the Omega constantly giving him little gifts that he made which was typically clothes. The clothes were pretty nice and fit perfectly, Reth often seen in the nice vests or in the nice chefs coat with his name embroidered on it and the little details showed time and care. Every week it was something new, a new shirt, new pants and even socks, all with his name embroidered somewhere on it.

"Another piece?" Tish asked her brother curiously "yeah, not sure why though" Reth mumbled and the Omega girl took the shirt and sniffed "it's scented... Oh my goodness" she realized and Reth raised an eyebrow "what?" Panic laced in his voice while his sister analyzed it.

"Reth these are courting gifts"

Hah?

"I'm sorry what?"

"(Name) Has been courting you for months" she stared at him back and Reth froze "what do I do with this?" He whispered, having never recieved a courting gift from anyone let alone someone like (name). He was a high class Omega, fancy tastes and all that stuff... Reth was well... Him. "Do you like him back?" Tish asked curiously, clearly invested in this while Reth looked a little flustered "I always thought he was out of my league?" Despite being flirty and pretty cocky, (name) had an affect on people and Reth was no exception; the omega was perfect in every way.

He dressed like a doll, never dirty and seemed high maintenance like Jel and It was pretty intimidating honestly.

Reth didn't reply to her but Tish could figure out the answer pretty quickly, her brother was in love.

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Reth watched (name) help his brother bring fabrics into the shop, dressed in a puffy dress shirt and vest along with tailored pants and shiny loafers.

What does he like?

What would he want?

"Ah, young love" Ashura teased, causing Reth turn to look at him flustered "you were mated, how did you do it?!" His words rushed and worried, causing the large man to chuckle "you mean courting? Well I made Sabine something that made her think of me... Maybe try cooking something?" Ashura offered his advice and Reth looked at (name) who was having a sibling squabble with his brother "but he's so fancy... Would that even cut it?" Ashura has never seen him like this, clearly wanting to make a good impression.

"Reth, that young man looks at you like you hung the moon, he's in love with you for you... Hell you didn't even realize he had feelings and just acted like you for so long!" Reth eased up a bit at the man's words "you just go out there and be yourself" Ashura Pat his back before leaving the young alpha alone to figure out his thoughts.

He's known (name) for years, the Omega was one food driven pretty boy and Reth was ready to put that to the test.

What he wasn't expecting was (name) to show up half way through cooking "what are you cooking?" The Omega asked curiously, leaning over the bar to see the ingredients "(food)?" Reth chuckled at the Omega, he hadn't expected it to work THAT well "well there goes the surprise!" (Name) Was confused at his words "why would you be making me food...?" The cogs turned in the man's head before realization sprung "you accept?"

"Took me a while to realize what you were doing... It's not a traditional courting gift but I hope you enjoy" putting the food on/in a plate/bowl, he watched (name) marvel at the dish "you made me a meal... Thank you alpha"

Fuck.

Reth was not expecting that, his face growing flustered and (name) ate happily, leaning forward as to not ruin his outfit and completely unaware of the effect he had on Reth.

"Can I have more?"

"You're done already?!"

[farmhandler]

lil prompt: wade gives logan and laura (and himself ofc) an at home spa day bc god knows they could both use it. (optional: with vanessa's help)

“I’m not good at this. Why do you keep making me do it?” Logan asked.

Wade sighed explosively, as though Logan's utter lack of interest in painting Wade's nails was a personal failing.

“Laura needs a role model now more than ever. How will you help paint her nails if you can’t even paint mine?”

"I think I could do a better job with my eyes closed," Laura said. Her eyes were, in fact, closed due to the cooling mask Wade had forced on her first thing when they'd come over. "Why do I have this on?"

"Your eyebags could give mine a run for their money," Wade said.

“She’s fucking eighteen years old," Logan said. "She doesn’t need my help painting her nails. And I'm pretty sure our 'eyebags' are genetic.”

“Then what about me, daddy?” Wade said, fluttering his lashes at Logan. Logan kicked his leg under the table.

Wade wasn't to be deterred. He wiggled his fingers imploringly, waiting, and Logan decided, fuck it, and he tried. Genuinely, really tried to paint Wade's nails, and paint them however he liked.

"Painting outside the lines," Wade said as he watched him make no attempt to try and keep the paint on his nail. "Your technique intrigues me, Peanut."

"Shut it. I've got this," Logan muttered. He finished painstakingly drawing a little star on each nail and then scraped away the paint around Wade's nail afterwards with tissues. He figured cleaning up this way was better than trying to be precise on the first try and failing anyway.

Wade kept a straight face the whole time. Then he lifted his nails and bit his lip, hard.

“Oh my god," he breathed. "What are those?"

"They're stars. The blue background is a night sky." Logan pointed the bottle at him. "You fucking do this shit with this tiny ass little brush. I'm not made for precision."

"You're telling me, sweetie. The edges of my nails are awful. They’re so bad. I love them,” Wade gushed. He smiled at Logan with genuine glee, and Logan felt warm all over in a way he fucking hated, because he'd been feeling it a lot more lately.

Then Wade’s phone rang.

“Can you answer that for me, sweetums? I’m currently very wet and trying to harden up.”

Shaking his head, Logan leaned forward and answered the call without looking. It was Vanessa, letting them know she'd found the LED lamp for the nails Logan had bought not knowing they needed a stupid lamp to work. Why they asked him to do this shit when he obviously didn't know what he was doing, he'd never know.

When she showed up, she also had a bunch of other shit Logan didn't want to have anywhere near him either.

"Sorry I took so long. I had to go to a couple places to find the lamp." Vanessa swept past Logan after tugging him down for a kiss on the cheek by the door and set her bag on the table. "You started without me?"

"Just some nail painting. And giving Laura's eyes a rest."

"My eyes are freezing," she said from the couch.

Logan sat down next to her, because it felt safer to do so. Laura hated this stuff as much as he did. Or at least he assumed she did. He'd never asked.

"You have any idea what all this is?" he asked her, once she lifted the mask from her face. Laura hummed.

"Some of it." She handed him one of the samples Vanessa had dumped from wherever she'd gone. "You should use this."

"Nighttime eye cream?" he read aloud. "And this is supposed to do what?"

Wade was sitting waiting for his nails to dry, so Vanessa walked over and ripped open the packet. She then dabbed the cream under his eyes and rubbed it in. When Logan tried to yank his head away, she grabbed his chin and made him sit tight.

"Come on, put up with it for five seconds," she said. "Trust me, you'll like this one."

The scent wasn't overpowering, which was a plus. Still strong, but that was most things. The cream had a surprisingly soft texture. Once she was done, he wasn't going to admit it felt kind of nice, but he didn't need to. Wade grinned at Logan like a loon.

"You don't have to look so fucking smug about all this," Logan muttered.

"You lost the bet, so I don't even need to pretend," Wade said cheerfully.

"Because you cheated," Logan hissed.

"And I didn't get caught!" Wade clapped his hands together, apparently deeming them dry. "All right, now let's get serious."

About half an hour later, Logan really was regretting letting Wade get away with cheating.

He had an itchy mask on his face, his hair was pinned back by a headband with kitten ears on it, and Wade could not look any more pleased if he tried. Logan had assumed the nails that needed a lamp to cure them were for Laura or Vanessa, but everybody insisted on putting them on him. So he sat there while these sparkly pink nails dried, and the facemask did whatever it was doing on his face.

Logan hated it, but Laura...Laura was laughing. She's been laughing. She thought Wade was funny, but Vanessa and Wade together really set her off. Logan had never seen her laugh so much.

Logan exhaled. Maybe regret wasn't the right word. And maybe he didn't hate it.

"You ready for your mud bath?" Wade asked, sitting down next to him.

"You'd better be joking, bub."

"Only slightly. I do have a hot tub that's been bath bombed with your name on it. And all the supplies I need to work on your feet while you do. Don't worry: I have fully and mentally prepared myself to pick the fungus out of your toes."

"Ew," Laura said to their right. Vanessa was in the middle of pulling her hair back to join the face mask crowd.

I'm not doing that, Logan almost said, and then looked at Laura, and Vanessa.

If he let the night end now, sure, he'd be more comfortable, but...well, he didn't hate all this.

The candles were nice. Wade had picked really subtle scents, and nothing too fruity or overly clean. They reminded Logan of his cabin, the one he hadn't visited in years. After a rain, when the forest surrounding it smelled heavy and sweet in a way he couldn't explain to anyone who didn't get it.

"Yeah, all right," he said. Wade looked surprised.

"You okay?" Wade asked, inexplicably. He scooted closer to Logan and touched his knee. "I really won't force you into it, if it's that bad."

"It's not." Logan touched his hand. Their nails looked completely mismatched, especially his. On his gnarled hands, the pink stood out badly. He lifted them into the light for inspection. "I could use a bath. You coming in with me?"

It was both a tease and a genuine question. Wade laughed, startled, still grinning that shit-eating grin.

"And fondle your toes directly? Absolutely."

Logan thought back to that kiss on his cheek. So he kissed Wade's cheek, and when Wade made a soft sound of surprise, Logan shifted his mouth a few inches over to Wade's.

Now Wade looked stunned. Someone cleared their throat behind them.

"No fondling," Logan said, rising to a stand.

"A little fondling," Wade said, finally recovering enough to speak. He leapt up and followed Logan.

[fuck1ng-queen]

Linda

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Rating: free for all

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: new feelings, a bit of alcohol, fluffy

Author comments: first of all: happy new year everyone! i'm here to tell none of this is my fault, blame it on @concretejunglefm for making me think about teaching portuguese (my mother language) for Noah! this became a shameless self insertion, i'm sorry, but i also hope you enjoy lol (and if you never tried pão de queijo before, what are you waiting for?)

It had been a while since you moved to the US. Who would tell you that when you started at a São Paulo’s Bureau of Musical Production, your work would take you so far? You remembered well one of your first big jobs, an international one, making you contact the Americans. That was the way you met for the first time some of the legends of musical production behind hits everyone used to listen to. Furthermore, you were so glad to meet people you admired for defying the conservative concept of people who say that rock and roll is dying. 

You showed yourself as a professional, capable person, and soon a proposal was made to you. The payment was way better compared to your job in Brazil, and you had no one there to make you feel forced to stay. Without overthinking, or you would probably give up, you said yes, and now there you were, at the land of Uncle Sam, facing a new language, new habits, and new companions. You missed your job partners and even your difficult boss to deal with, but now you had no one but Bad Omens to work with. Their vocal, Noah Sebastian, was relentless at his work, focused, and with the gift of the gab to conquer what he wanted. And, face the fact, he conquered you too. He was a great work partner, making you feel welcome and accepted. 

It was a hot summer night, although the autumn was already on the corner. Every time you and your partners were successful, you celebrated at the same pub, and tonight it wasn’t going to be different. After weeks of crossing nights wide awake, the team could finally show the new project with efficiency. 

You were already drinking your third beer and everyone wasn’t there yet. The weirdest thing was that everyone was always very punctual and once you worked in a stressful job, when they were late you just couldn’t help feeling worried. Impatiently you stood up. The only one there besides you was Noah. 

“Gotta call’em, I’ll be back in a minute.” 

Noah nodded, agreeing. It didn’t take too long for you to come back, with a way better gaze than you were before. 

“They're not coming yet, still have some things to sort out in the studio. I’ve no idea what.” 

“Neither. Want to let it go for another day?” 

You sat taking the glass with your beer and looking at the lipstick mark you had left on it. 

“No, we can wait for them a little. For now, it seems like it’s just the two of us tonight, Noah Sebastian.” 

“Just the two of us, babe.” He winked at you. 

You remembered the moment you started working with him… Damn, he was good with words. Noah’s answer wasn’t a big thing, but he always knew how to use the right, and sharp, words, in the most opportune moments. The way Noah used to choose his words lit something up inside you, and that wasn’t the first time. Every time it happened you made sure to hide it the most quickly you could from him, and from you too. Lucky you, even before you could feel ashamed to think something different from literal, you jumped on the chair, remembering something. You took a tiny notebook that used to live in your pocket and wrote “ligar para a mamãe ainda hoje!” On the page there were also other things written, all in Portuguese, catching Noah’s attention. 

“Your English is so good I always forget you’re not from here.” He gave a muffled chuckle. 

“Just remembered I have to call my mom so I wrote to not forget. Did you know even I forget it sometimes? But always happens something who remembers me I’m not from here. For example, every time I go to the bakery to buy us some donuts, I wish I could buy a huge bag of pão de queijo or a few coxinhas.” You made a pause. “I miss home sometimes.” 

Noah's eyes sparkled with interest. It was fascinating to see the way you talked about your country every time. About food, about people… Noah couldn’t even imagine how somebody could spend Christmas Eve in a more than 86ºF heat. But the thing he liked the most was seeing you when you were by yourself at your table at the office, concentrated and grumbling something in Portuguese. He knew that merda was something bad and arrasei was when you were proud of something you had done well, but maybe only now, by the effect of a few alcohols, or by being alone with you, he figured out he just knew all of that because he noticed you more than he should when you were speaking your mother language. He sipped his beer and looked deeply at you with that warm pair of brown eyes. 

“You could teach me a few Portuguese, what do you think?” 

You raised an eyebrow, trying to act the most normal you could, but on the inside, you were in a mix of feelings and thoughts. Maybe it was the beer, or maybe it was because you were alone with him, but you never felt so into him like this moment. 

“I think it’s great. What do you want to learn?” 

“I don’t know… Maybe you could translate what you see now.” 

You looked around, thinking about what to choose. 

“Let’s see… We’re drinking cerveja, we’re in a bar, just like in English, I'm a produtora, and… I don’t know what to say anymore” you laughed. 

Noah listened to all your words with attention, hypnotized. 

“And how do I say you’re beautiful?” When he figured out, it was too late, he had already asked. 

“Você é lindo” you answered, with an accomplishment tone. 

“So… Did you know você é lindo?” Noah told you, seeming more serious than before. 

“No” you giggled, that was really cute. “When you talk to a girl you have to say linda. Lindo is for the boys.” 

“So you told me I’m lindo?” 

“Maybe…” You winked an eye at him. 

“Oh, thank you, I wasn’t expecting that. You’re linda too.” He got closer, putting his elbow on the table and resting his cheeks on his hand, without taking his eyes off of yours. 

“Hm, obrigada…” You thanked. That was starting to be funny. 

“De nada…?” Noah tried to respond to you. 

“Yes! You remembered!” You answered excitedly, putting your hand on his arm. 

It took a second for you to figure out where your hand was, and instead of removing it, it just felt right not to take it off. You looked at each other in a moment that looked like an eternity. His eyes didn’t help looking at yours, and then at your lips, returning to your eyes again. 

“Can I ask you something?” he finally answered. 

“Yes.” 

“How can I say can I kiss you?” 

He was too serious to be joking, and you felt your stomach trembling with anxiety. You were nervous, but damn… You wanted to kiss him right now. 

“Posso te beijar?” You finally translated. 

“Yes, you can.” He answered. 

And then it happened. When you realized, you were already lost on his lips, feeling tickles on your mouth because of a few stubble on his face, and letting your body heat up. 

(…) 

You showed up at the bureau the day after feeling kind of weird. You didn’t know why the others didn’t show up but to be honest, you were glad they didn’t. You and Noah spent an incredible night at the bar the day before, sharing kisses and caresses, talking and flirting with each other. Both of you agreed not to spend the night together, you were kind of drunk and you wanted to enjoy, and discover, each other as you deserved. But now you thought it was just a drunk conversation between the two of you, he would probably not even remember anything that happened the night before anymore. 

You entered the corridor of your level and noticed a package on your table. You approached, smelling a nostalgic scent. On the package it had a small post-it, saying “Good morning, linda.” 

You opened the paper bag, finding a lot of fresh pão de queijo inside. You smelled those tiny breads and felt at home again, smiling. You lifted your eyes excitedly, looking for him. He was in front of the coffee machine, trying to disguise himself, but you knew he was paying attention to you when he looked at you and winked one eye, smiling. You smiled back, feeling your heart heating up. 

He remembered the night before, after all. And you couldn’t wait for the two of you to have other nights to remember. 

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for those who are curious: this is pão de queijo, and this is coxinha

[livesworthlivingau]

Behind the Vale Chapter 36

SO sorry this took so long, finally starting to get back into the swing of things! Hopefully more soon!! ISAT and Two Hats spoilers below!

"I'm sorry Eclipse, but I'd much prefer to have this conversation with Stardust alone." [You explain while trying to keep a hold of yourself. Your mind racing with terrible theories as to what could be happening.]

"No. No way. I need to know what happened too, No way I'm letting a repeat of last time happen!" [You wince as their assumption stabs you like that jagged rock. You clench your fists before Stardust speaks up.]

"N-No! It's not like that! I promise! W-We were riding in the cart together and something broke, we tumbled out and... W-Well I don't really know what happened after that exactly..." [Eclipse's expression falters some, turning from defensive to guilty.]

"S-Sorry, I... last time Sif was like this was..."

"It's fine, I understand... if you could please just give us a moment alone." [You ask as you try to keep your composure still. He agrees before hugging Stardust tight.] "They're more than welcome to tell you anything afterwards." [You try to reassure him before you and Stardust take your leave, finding a secluded spot near camp on that very early morning.]

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"So..." [You awkwardly begin after you both sat in silence for a while.] "Do you want to hear what happened, or do you want to tell me why you were freaking out?" [They hug themself under his cloak lightly, still looking quite rattled.]

"I... I don't fully understand what happened, but... I think I... died?... like actually died? Not just like when I loop, but like... like if I didn't..." [He explains while looking down, though once his gaze returns to meet you, he blinks a couple times from your expression.] "What?... What happened?" [You take a deep breath in, and slowly sigh it out.]

"... You died... We both did, but... you died first... and..."

"And we didn't loop... until you did?" [He fills in the blank as you struggle to speak, and you nod lightly in response.] "... but... but why wouldn't we loop?... Why did you-?"

"I don't know! I don't know why you didn't loop and I did! And the more I try to think about why that might be, the worse the answer gets!!" [You shout as you can't hold it in any more.] "What if my wish changed that?! What if I stole your life?! What if it was always me looping?! I-I-!" [You start to hyperventilate, your heart racing with a crazed expression painted over your face.]

SLAP

[You... blink a couple times, feeling one half of your face stinging before looking back down to Stardust, who was recoiled in shock at what they just did.]

"S-Sorry! You were freaking out and that worked on me when I got into spirals like that so... uhhh... you okay?" [You still need a second to recover from that, but give a light nod.]

"I... I think so, yes... thank you."

"Heh, don't thank me, yet another trick from Nille~... Really though, we'll figure this out, okay? No need to jump to the worst possible conclusion so quickly. And yes, before you say it, I know that's rich coming from me." [He jokes while sticking his tongue out a bit. You can't help but chuckle a little in response.]

"Right... You're right... we'll figure all of this out eventually..." [You take a deep breath to center yourself once more, then realizing something.] "You never finished explaining what happened... before we looped..." [His happier expression fell yet again, a more worried one starting to paint over his face.]

"Well... I saw it... I saw home... I started to remember everything, it's gone now but... it was there... it was all there..." [You stare in disbelief. The Island?... They had a way home, and this was their reaction?...]

"Why do you sound so upset about that?"

"Because I don't want that! Not like this at least! I don't want home if it means I have to lose everything again..."

"It's not like we aren't used to it at this point..."

"... I wasn't gonna be the one to say it... We should probably head back now, we still gotta stop that cart and all." [He tries changing the subject, You give a sigh and nod, leaning against the tree you sat beside.]

"You go on, I still need a moment."

"You sure?... I don't know if stewing in your own thoughts is gonna help much..." [You smirk a little as a thought comes to mind.]

"Was I this annoying as your guide?"

"Hah! Oh always~! At least I get to return the favor now~." [He teases, sticking his tongue out. You give a playful defeat sigh and get back to your feet.]

"Fine, fine, you're right. Lets go."

[toto-the-cactus]

After Horus dies, do you think Abaddon would take Horus's daughter under his wing as her mentor/surrogate father or big brother?

And train her to take revenge against the Imperium?

So sorry that it took me a bit too long to answer anon. Had ro recover from the mother of all hangovers that I had but now I'm peachy <33

Soooo... Like I said before, I write most of my shit without any attempt to follow a certain timeline or AU. I am just dumping ideas and shit that I just like to play with and so, I didn't exactly plan for a more linear story. On that same sentence, I can do answer your idea with just two options here.

If the mother of Horus' daughter survived the whole ass heresy, I can only think them in the same way as the Fulgrim outcome: them runing away and hiding from both the Imperium and the Black Legion. Abaddon wouldn't ACTIVELY search for them as his plan to take over the Imperium (where his gene-father failed) would take priority, after all... Why search for the future 'rightful' ruler of Terra when you haven't seized her empire first? I think the admiration Abaddon felt for Horus, which eventually turned into a soup of troubling emotions during and after the heresy, didn't dampen the love and loyalty he felt for the daughter of the Primarch; if anything, he saw it as an opportunity to make things right (and yeah, probably Erebus would have used the familial love Abaddon felt for the child and twisted it so he would follow the plans of Chaos).

The second option pretty much follows what you proposed, anon. Depending if the mother of the child lived or not, Abaddon would keep them both close so (in his twisted vision) he can protect them and bring the daughter of Horus the glory that she deserves after the fall of her father. The Chaos Lord would think that he has the right to take the 'paternal/oldest sibling' role as he had been the most trusted captain and favored son of Horus and, if the death Primarch couldn't fulfill his position even as a father, then he will do it and he will do it right. He'll be very possesive of the child's time and presence, constantly trying to train her not only so she can defend herself in the worse case scenario, but also so she can follow the path that she is "destined to take". If Abaddon wants the girl to actively despise the Imperium, he'll eventually have to cut the mother off from her so she can be easily influenced and eventually learns to hate the Imperium on instinct. There's a chance that the little girl will simply be corrupted by chaos and that would just cement her future position as the next leader of the Legion alongside Abaddon. A terrible future indeed.

Hope you liked this, anon!! Happy new year and and all that stuff!!

Kisses and have a wonderful start of year too!!!

[julietasgf]

Hey Vicó, I’m sorry you had a bad day. I was wondering if you have any modern Sejarcus headcannons you want to share? If not no worries, and I hope you feel better tomorrow!

hi grace!!! first tysm for your kindness, srsly, this is so nice of you <3 and ofc!! let me list some I've been thinking abt lately (and thank you so so so much for the ask, specially bc I love yapping abt sejarcus):

modern marcus to me is such a nerd, he will never admit it or let it show but he loves anything more related to nerd culture. I feel like he has tons of keychains (a lot of these sejanus gifted to him) and he plays a LOT of videogames. he would play league of legends (non-derogatory) and sejanus is just sleeping on his lap waiting for him to finish thr match and give him attention;

sometimes they take long to see each other, and a lot of times they watch TV shows together, so while everyone around them finished watching it, they'll be fighting for their lives to avoid anything related to whatever they are watching;

sejanus is a very much chronically online person, while marcus is mostly off the internet, so sejanus' favorite hobby is just laying next to marcus and showing him videos he saved earlier just to show him;

marcus is studying civil engineer, so he has a special hability developed after years carrying a scalemeter on his bag that consists on knowing the size of things just by looking. sejanus is never not impressed by it, so he'll randomly show marcus a random thing like a pen and go "marcus, what's the height of this thing?" and marcus will ALWAYS answer the exact measure;

I've already mentioned before, but on a more extended way: marcus started learning spanish for sejanus. he tried to keep it a surprise, and when sejanus discovered, he was crying. I still think he's a bit shy to try to speak, but he do understand sejanus very well, so whenever sejanus is upset or angry at something, he'll yap to marcus abt it in his native language (bc there's nothing more relaxing than angrily yapping in your native language, I swear) and marcus will be there listening;

sejanus can stay up until VERY late (both because of his insomnia and bc of him drinking black coffee every day two times for day), while marcus is the type of person who sleeps very early. sometimes marcus tries to suggest for them to go out and stay out until late, and sejanus go "are you really sure abt this?" bc, again, marcus really can't stay up for long. but marcus is STUBBORN, so he says that it's completely fine. it's 1am and sejanus is having to drive home with a marcus who barely can keep his eyes open.

on a more angsty way: sejanus takes more care of his mental health, but sometimes, he still goes into crisis episodes, and he's just unable to do anything. he feels so guilty bc it clearly makes marcus concerned, and a lot of times, marcus spends some days with sejanus to take care of him.

[ask-ttte-dragons]

to Edward, sit down the cushion and we will carry you inside the palanquin with parted curtains and poles

Edward: *Curious and maybe slightly suspicious. Is this one of Bill and Ben's tricks? Better play it safe.* Oh my. Well, I certainly appreciate for the offer. But I'm quite happy right here, thank you.

[fiona-fififi]

Make me write game 💕💕💕

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💕 Post vow renewal

Okay, so technically this is well over 9 sentences, but I do believe I only actually added about 12 (maybe a little more). Several parts of this section were already written, but I added in multiple spots to link pieces together and flesh out the scene, so I figured I'd offer the whole thing. I have not proofread it, though, so please forgive any awkwardness or typos because I'm sure there are plenty.

And then Buck's reaching, but Eddie's pulling away, shifting himself up and off of Buck's body, off of the bed, and Buck feels himself panic, a quiet plea of Eddie's name pulled from his lungs before he can stop it. But Eddie's there, still so close as his careful fingers strip away the last of Buck's own clothes, discarding them in some haphazard pile beside the bed as he murmurs gentle reassurances that have Buck sinking back into the mattress beneath him as Eddie works. 

When Eddie finally, finally manages to strip them both down, Buck is lost, all thought swept away at the sight of Eddie bare before him. Before Eddie can find his way back, Buck is reaching for him, gentle fingers tracing soft skin that stretches over hard muscle, dipping into the divots of Eddie's abs before tickling back over his hips as Eddie crawls back up over him. Buck sighs into the feel of Eddie's lips trailing kisses back up to his mouth, whines softly at the feel of Eddie's skin against his own as Eddie blankets him once more, not a breath of space left between them once Eddie settles back in above him, petting gently through Buck's hair as he presses delicate kisses over the sensitive skin of Buck's face. For long moments, Buck lets Eddie play, gives him all the access he needs to explore, but when Eddie's mouth tickles over a particularly sensitive spot beneath Buck's eyelids, he can't help the way a quiet giggle bubbles out of him. It should be embarrassing—should leave him shying away—but he's not, can only smile bright and content, as Eddie shifts back just the tiniest bit, just enough to let his eyes trail over Buck's happy features, and then Eddie's smiling, too, and chuckling just a little, those eyes full of all that soft, hazy brightness Buck had never quite learned to read until this moment, and Buck is absolutely giddy with it when Eddie finally whispers "you're beautiful, sweetheart.”

There's so much behind it—Eddie's words so full of the delicate devotion he's shown Buck from their very beginning, and Buck can't quite help the way his smile turned to a quiet gasp that escapes him at the awe in Eddie's voice. Finds himself reaching up, tracing careful fingers over the frame of Eddie's face, letting his touch come to rest at the cut of his jaw. And then Buck's urging him closer with those gentle fingers, guiding Eddie in for a soft press of a kiss that doesn't go further, but lingers, the both of them breathing the same air for long moments after they part, and Buck lets his gaze wander over every delicate feature his eyes can reach.

When he meets Eddie's eyes, he feels flayed open—like Eddie can see every complicated part of him he tries his best to hide. “Make love to me,” Buck pleads, whisper quiet, and for a moment he feels silly and cliché. But Eddie's eyes only soften, a sweet adoration Buck knows well suddenly settling into a whole new context he'd once expected he could never have.

Eddie doesn't answer, really, not in words, but his eyes study Buck's features like he’s something precious, and he presses his body closer than Buck think should be possible, leaving every inch of Buck singing with a sweet pleasure unlike anything he's ever felt before because it's Eddie, and he thinks maybe Eddie's touch is everything he's been searching for.

Eddie dips in to kiss him, then. A sweet, searing kiss that's over too soon and has Buck whimpering as Eddie shifts to mouth at the curve of his neck. Buck hopes he might leave traces there, marks Buck might get to keep even after he leaves Eddie's bed.

“I'll give you anything you want, Buck,” Eddie promises, then. Whispered words he hides in the crook of Buck's neck that leave Buck gasping and clinging tighter. “Anything at all.”

"Eddie," Buck whines, and it's desperate. A sweet, delicate, broken sound that trips over his tongue and catches in his throat that has Eddie smiling against the curve of Buck's neck, and Buck whines again as his breath hitches. "Eddie, I want you. Please. Tell me-tell me you want me, too."

"Sweetheart," Eddie presses into Buck's skin, lets his lips form gentle, reassuring kisses that linger as he pulls back, just far enough to catch Buck's eye, lets the fingers of one hand stroke through Buck's hair and then trace delicately over the birthmark at his brow, as he studies Buck's face, "of course I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

For a moment, Buck's quiet, trying his best to blink away the overwhelming emotion that settles over him at Eddie's words. But then he's reaching, sinking his own fingers back into Eddie's hair, hand cradling his neck. Then, near breathless, “How do you want me?”

“Forever.”

Make Me Write

[bubbiethesaur]

Will the boys ever get separate bodies for ldr?

(I'm not sure if you meant to type lra or if you're referencing Love, Death, and Rollerskates ((goodness, which I need to read so badly)) but I'll answer like it's lra :3 )

Ohh a great question indeed! I wish I could answer, but I'm afraid I'll have to give the Brando Sando saying instead: you'll have to read and find out, my friend. Heehoo.

[theblogof-rassilon]

Hello Rassilon. Apologies for the deception but I rather wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to announce myself. I'm assuming you're alone; you always did prefer to read your Asks in private. I wouldn't try too hard to stop reading, there's every likelihood you'll just hurt yourself. So just listen.

Anon ask of Omega (Your Ex) regarding Rassilon's current partners. Ask begins.

I hope you'll forgive me the self-indulgence, but I have worked so very hard for this moment, a culmination of two centuries of work. It's rare that you get the chance to monologue through another, and you can't tell me you're not curious.

Why does an ex seek to talk about their former partner's lovers?

It's a simple enough answer: for satisfying one's curiosity. Uninspired, perhaps, but my god. The discovery, not simply of the variety of partners you take interest in, but that you would quite willingly date the teacher of one of Gallifrey's most infamous children.

It's a strange thing to know about an ex, but the fascination, Rassilon, the fascination of it all. I have dedicated my afterlife to handing myself knowledge of these partners, and I feel nothing but satisfaction in this choice.

I believe there are far more people in this world that would catch your eye than you would ever guess. And I have preceeded all of them.

Of course, their desires did not manifest overnight. When Tumblr first gathered your romantic intereste – Borusa, Banthony, and the rest – to discuss and hypothesize on the nature of their love for you, I felt what I believe we all felt: jealousy, and anger.

But as attention on Tumblr increased in number and discussion on the greatest partner for you emerged, I began to develop a very specific concern. Banthony was so obsessed with his ideas on you and his marriage, even as our fellows began to flirt and confess our love to you ourselves.

I began to worry that if Banthony successfully attempted to catch your gaze, then I would be as much a victim as any, trapped in the nightmare landscape of a twisted world without your love.

At first, I attempted prevention, but the cause seemed hopeless. The only way to ensure I did not suffer the tribulations of what I believed to be an inevitable confession of love was to stop my own feelings of love. So what began as an experiment soon became a race. I would make you fall in love with Banthony before professing your love to anyone else, therefore eliminating what myself or Borusa's feelings may be.

And there, I think, we are brought just about up to date. I have enjoyed our little trip down memory lane, but past here lies only a happy future for you and Banthony.

Goodbye, Rassilon

- Omega xoxo

I- I don't know what to say.

Omega, if this is really you, if you somehow, by every twist and turn of fate imaginable, survived this long in some form... My love for you has always been the greatest of any I have felt. Never have I loved another in the way I loved you.

But that is in the past. I have to stop letting you hold me back. I made my decision that fateful day; I did what I had to do to reach the top, to shape this society- our society, our dream- in the way that it must be shaped. Gallifrey could never have had two rulers. You knew this going in. And, best of all, dearest love, you knew that I would not be able to stand a threat to my power and my control. So, as much as I loved you, Omega, my sweet Ohm, my darling Peylix, I had to let you go. For us, for our home, for our people, for our dream. For Gallifrey. We would both be dead and gone by now if I had not, but now, you live on in your beautous creations, and in our shared society. Look at our children. At what we have created. This must be enough.

Oh, but my darling, you never could be so easily satisfied.

That is why I loved you. And that is why I had to let you go.

If this really were you, I would say, dearest Ohm, that I am glad you are able to let me go. I know that must be exceedingly difficult. But, I am happy with Borusa, and I do not love Banthony. If I did not have Borusa to think of, perhaps things would be different, and I would honour your wishes. Perhaps, then, you may finally find peace.

I am truly sorry that I must leave you trapped in your death, but you will never be in a world without my love. My love for you transcends the grave- and yes, I know, it must be your grave, my darling, for you cannot have survived beyond. I know, in my hearts, that you are gone and that this cannot be from you, not really, for you are lost to all but my memory.

Goodbye, my love. For whatever isn't left of you, for whatever could have been- my love for you persists even now, across regenerations and across death and across time.

[mobius-m-mobius]

Hello there!

I have to ask cause it's everywhere and apparently my husband and I didn't see it!

Aziraphale & Crowley were obvious to us as a couple but we didn't see this with Loki & Mobius (please people don't be mad 🙃). I saw a great love and a bond that will last forever but not the way we witnessed in Good Omens. To me it was more of a family thing. Like Mobius has two sons. Could be the representation of Thor and Loki. I don't know. I was so surprised when I saw all this on Tumblr. I want to rewatch the show now to see if I really missed all the signs.

Hi there! 😊 Thank you for the ask and please don't worry for wondering, part of the joy in a watching experience is being able to see something in a completely new light. I hope you've come to the right place as Lokius and Aziraphale/Crowley are the only romantic pairings that have stood out to me in ages but now for fairly different reasons so I'll do my best to explain why in my own personal view Lokius is a slow burn for the ages above and beyond all other love stories to me and I'd absolutely recommend rewatching Loki, especially season 2, with the mindset that the tropes of every good romance are present in *every* interaction Loki and Mobius have.

(adding a read more here as I feel this is about to get almost horrifically long if you'd like to know even some of the signs lol)

Right from the start we see Mobius recounting being a fan of Loki's most mischievous acts on the timeline, pushing the question of just why he's focused on ruling and nothing else, really getting under his skin in a way no one ever has before?? And in that there's something even better and deeper than love at first sight; intrigue. Loki's furious at being held by the TVA but can't help being drawn back to what an enigma Mobius is to brush off his insults and offer salvation in the face of knowing every good or bad thing Loki's ever done and believing in him anyway.

Cue the tentative partnership and rapport they both get far too comfortable in which you see when Mobius indulges in letting Loki ruin the mission at the renaissance fair and later tries to backtrack in reassuring Ravonna he's got things under control, then again when Loki realizes Mobius has been reading him too well and defaults to leaning in to "fix" his perfectly tied tie, a callback to when Mobius pointed out Loki has a tendency to try and seduce people in more powerful positions who could help him. You actually see Mobius lean in for a moment before realizing himself and pulling back, but contrary to everyone else Loki's tried this with he doesn't give in or get angry, he laughs and once again points out what Loki's up to, trying to find a way to get to the Timekeepers.

That entire sequence is the tipping point for me when they officially enter romantic territory, as Loki's visibly thrown and surprised by the way Mobius reacts and scrambles after him, finally taking things seriously enough to do real work and is rewarded not only with trust he's never been given so freely before but a now mutual fascination you see during their conversation in the cafeteria (a highlight of the series for me ) when Loki can't help but try and learn more about the person who knows him so well already by asking genuinely about Mobius and his jet ski magazine. Blew me away because any previous version of Loki would've never taken the time or interest in something so ridiculous (in his eyes), but this Loki shyly takes in the way Mobius beams and opens up, because how could you not fall a little when such a simple pleasure makes someone happy?

Then when they research Roxxcart they flirt again, Mobius praising Loki and teasing he might take his job before what we refer to as the Roxxcart grocery store divorce and for good reason 😂 When Loki's captured back to the TVA, Mobius isn't just hurt, he's clearly jealous and *extremely* so because he thought *they* had been building something only to now think Loki played him all along and during Loki's next interrogation Mobius loses his temper in a way he never has before, making scathing comments about Loki stabbing him in the back and siding with his "girlfriend" which should kind of speak for itself there 😅 Then their mutual assurance of trust before Mobius is pruned and the hug in the void being initiated by Loki is huge as well when this is the first time he's shared EVER that with someone and you see the crushing despair when Mobius later no longer remembers.

Getting into s2, it's easier for me to sum up with the base of their s1 relationship laid out since there's no need to get into as much detail when the entire thing is pure romance start to finish.

Loki and Mobius frantically desperate to find each other when in reality they had been separated for maybe an hour? Mobius ignoring all other issues at hand and his superiors to gently hold Loki by the waist and pull him close, constantly grounding by touching his back, arms, anywhere to provide extra comfort and Loki giving him that control, Mobius spending the entire season actively trying to enjoy being on the field without limits for a change and organizing dates between the two of them all season when his focus used to primarily be on the work. He repeatedly asks Loki to go for a drink, suggests visiting the theatre, going on a hot air balloon ride, etc, while Loki stops to indulge in popcorn and pies just because small joys are important to Mobius. When Loki visits Mobius' original timeline self they spend the ENTIRE ep flirting with each other, and honestly Don having two kids is just as it seems since there were no official indications otherwise; he may share genes with Mobius but is a different person with a different life. Don can't stop bringing up how single he is, teases Loki about following him home, which Loki absolutely did but only after fixing his hair and coat to try and look as good as possible before seeing him (because again, he looks like Mobius) and getting so flustered stammering over his words he may as well have been in a 90s Hugh Grant rom com 😂😂

Don't even get me started on the finale, which has every character except Loki and Mobius basically living their ideal life while the two of them are clearly left unfulfilled and wanting, missing each other to the point Mobius leaves the TVA (which exists out of time) for a timeline that Loki can see as a tear rolls down Loki's face in the final scene because of it.

Do I think that had their characters been tied to anyone but the Disney/Marvel corporations they, like Aziraphale and Crowley, would've shared a kiss as well? Absolutely yes, but that isn't a necessity for me personally and in all honesty despite Aziraphale and Crowley having kissed I actually felt season 2 of Good Omens was a massive backtrack for their relationship compared to the quality of time they spent together in season 1 which I much preferred. Again, that's personal preference and everyone sees and interprets elements of romance differently which is completely fine and I hope this wild ramble at least gave some perspective on how I and many others view Lokius 😂💖 Happy watching, no matter how you end up viewing them, and thank you again for the ask!

[gabbysdawsons]

911 + Buck love interest? <3

shoutout to the althea in 911 ask that i never answered- for giving me this idea-

Liberty Libby Whitman

she's a former med school student- she dropped out during her residency because she just couldn't handle that kind of pressure.

Her parents are both doctors and so is her older sister so its's- a bit of an issue in her family that she didn't go through with being a doctor.

after that she has a bit of a spiral, hopping from random job to job, trying to find something that really- makes her passionate. very Buck 1.0 of her, actually.

except instead of going from state to state she just ends up with a bunch of odd jobs all over LA- she was a sign spinner for a couple weeks-

and in all of these odd jobs she ends up as a temporary 911 operator where she meets Maddie Buckley

and i haven't really worked out exactly how she meets Buck but it's obviously- through Maddie. and they end up bonding over the- absolute messes they still both are.

[pettyeti]

"Vasht, I thank you for this love of yours I do not want, and I give you love's reward." And he put his bootheel down on the butterfly and crushed it.

Now nothing could die in the Underearth, it was said. And demons were numbered among the immortals. Yet only this remained of Vasht, after Azhrarn had left that place: an impression, as if of the thinnest jade, seared into the paving--of a butterfly's two wings, like the two pieces of a broken heart. {This bit from Delirium's Mistress by Tanith Lee came immediately to mind when I saw your recent piece.}

When I first got this message I was so flustered (in a good way!) and honored as well. I can't believe my silly little pictures were able to remind someone of one their favorite pieces of media 🥺 💙 When I saw your tags I was geeking out <3

Oooh but this excerpt is such a compelling piece of writing... I need to check out this series for sure, because the prose just from this one section is *chef's kiss* And the two characters here remind me of the dynamic between my own OCs hehe

Thank you so much for the kind words in the tags on the pictures <3 Truly

[sagesfandomspot]

for the wip game: love

Okay this one had SOOO many options I use the word "love" far too often, but here's another one from Life With You :)

“This is quite the bash for a toddler,” Emily said, eyes scanning the room with confusion, intrigue, and just a little disgust.

“Yeah, well, you can’t say Stars Hollow doesn’t like to party.”

“Even if it’s for a one-year-old?”

Rory shrugged. “Everyone here loves Ellie. That’s pretty much one of the best things I can ask for as a parent,” she said with a smile, heart feeling full.

Emily softened a little, a smile crossing her face. “Well, I suppose you’re right about that.”

[kindahoping4forever]

I miss your fics. I hope you’re doing well tho

I appreciate this, thank you 🥹

For the record, I miss my fics too! This unofficial hiatus has been out of necessity rather than choice, and I can honestly say there hasn't been a day where I don't fantasize about A Grand Return. 💙

[avernusfuries]

@faebhaal asked: “Enemies can't break your spirit, only friends can.” IN LOVE & WAR, ANYTHING GOES.

That had been a lesson Karlach had learned fairly early on in her life. Enemies would always be just that - largely predictable and acting just how they ought to, whether that was with a word laced with cruelty, or the glint of a knife to the spine. Betrayal cut deeper when it came out of the blue. She'd experienced that with Gortash, and just how viciously hatred burned in the pit of her stomach, as though she had swallowed down an entire poison flask that left her reeling and rolling around on the floor with the worst ache of her life. She had loved him, once. As a friend, of course, though she had dedicated her early life to making sure the fucker still lived on, only for him to do what he did.

"You're telling me," Karlach said, finally. She used a stick to poke and stab and prod at the flickering campfire that sat between them. The wood shifted and crackled before the flame returned to what it had been before she had disturbed it. "I got a good feeling about everyone in this camp so far, though. Reckon my gut's saved my arse more times than I can count this past little while. Learned its lesson, as it were." She sniffed. "Why? Someone in camp making you squirmy?"