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indecisivebreadpeas · 4 years

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Hollow Knight & My Hero Academia crossover idea

Note: I’m mostly gonna wind up plain rambling & get off-topic, plus all I’ve read of BNHA is from fanfics & the fandom wiki, I’ve never watched/read official sources, so disclaimer on that.

Hear me out, the Radiance’s fluff is a similar color to Himiko’s hair & I mistoke Toga’s eye color for orange when they’re actually yellow according to the wiki, but the hair part still holds true. If we do some cannon divergence, maybe change up Himiko’s quirk into being able to turn into a moth, a moth goddess, or maybe the Radiance just winds up infecting Himiko, unless you wanna use the Infected Radience theory, in that case, whoever’s using the Radiance as a puppet infects her & she gets it willingly or something like that.

Wait, Hollow Knight, but w/ quirks, that makes things so much more interesting. Getting back on topic, however, may be the Radiance is actually a sibling of Toga & they had the Moth Goddess quirk, wind-ups, perhaps even loses their memory, in what is now Hallownest, the other higher beings: Pale King, White Lady, Nightmare King Grimm &/or Nightmare Heart, Unn, God of Thunder & God of Rain (what if we threw Godseeker in there?), Wyrms, Lord of Shades & The Abyss Creature were all just humans w/ shapeshifting/mutant quirks that maybe even forgot they were humans & forgot how to turn back. Imagine the mental whiplash when even one Higher Being finds out how to become human again & word gets out. A Higher Being has a form that is some pale pink to dark brown squishy being. Imagine if they remembered their memories w/ the human world & some of them were friends! PK & Radiance were the closest besties & now their enemies.

Now, are we doing the Big Bugs, Bug Tank, or the Human Sized AU? I’ll provide an idea or more for all 3!

Bug Tank AU: That GIANT squishy thing a Higher Being turned into! The Abyss creature is the first one to regain their memories & the forgetting mist doesn’t affect humans for some reason, it’s too low. They’re benevolent & worried for Hallownest & it’s neighbors they do the most logical thing. Put them in a giant tank & care for them. They’ll protect them with their life, & the insanity of the other Higher Beings having to adjust to this.

In a nutshell (if we make the Godseeker’s previous gods alive), like at least 9 people are living in this house maybe they have to have a schedule of ‘who gets to be human when,’ as they decided to live in a single house, & only some people can be in public. The villain & hero chaos doesn’t help, it��s hard enough hiding Hallownest in the usual day.

The shock of everyone else, their lives were a lie! What if the entirety, of Hallownest’s ancestry, was humans that could turn into bugs & they could become humans, or half-human, half-whatever species they are people, maybe their size is a balance between their the small bug & large human height? Quirked Hollow Knight AU!

Human Sized AU: Mosscreeps & other adorable bugs get domesticated, heck though, what would they think of their smaller unintelligent counterparts? Anyways, let’s focus on the “Radiance was sealed & it worked for some time” era. The cultural whiplash (that should have already been brought up), & the technology gap here. There’s also a possibility there’s a gap between how long the humans & bugs have been sapient for. Not to mention the shock of all the laws & the whole quirk stuff, & there are so many meetings between official leaders & ambassadors. I’m not sure if the maggots were slaves, but if slavery was a thing & the fact especially the upper class will have to think “I’ll have to pay everyone I want to work for me”. The possible tension between the two! They hear the story of the first quirk & they may be torn between “Did the Pale King/the Radiance/some other light Higher being create quirks?” The language gap, how could I forget that? Assuming the more people that believe in you the more power you get as a higher being, humans w/ permission explore this alien world & find out about almost every Higher Being we know about, & the population is like in the billions, everyone’s power level, skyrockets, whomst has awakened the ancient one skyrocketing. Hallownest’s reaction to nukes . . .

(I just made a whole branch AU) I wanna focus on the Mantis Lords tho, assuming the brother was yet to betray his tribe, what if they pushed the disabled to be as equally strong as the abled? What if they looked down on most of humanity for regressing practically just because they by chance got powers that could be greater than what could be done w/ soul by chance? What if word got out of their opinions and the quirkless flock to becoming mantis tribe citizens because they have a chance at being equal not because of their birth state, but because they worked for such a state? The Mantis Tribe population becomes large as heck since 20% of the human population is almost 1,600,000,000 likely, maybe not the whole percent but a large majority. The economy on a positive note maybe becomes Mt. Everest on the charts for both groups & it doesn’t crash hard.

The introduction of Void & Soul to humans may be a bad thing tho, what the difference between human souls & bugs? Does the murder rate especially towards bugs goes up, does a war break out? Multiple? Does the relationship between bugs & humans stick on the edge of breaking? Does Hallownest split into several groups & countries with different opinions thinking humans should be wiped out, they should be lower than them, they should join them? Do even the maggots join the “I don’t feel like praising the Pale King anymore” squad since humans without much direct contact with gods have gone so far they think “We don’t need gods, we need masks.” The Mask Maker now has a business & several apprentices making masks. This branch AU has the most opportunities for drama, that’s for a fact. The whole opinions split large populations happen w/ the humans too. Criminals may see Hallownest as an easy target for a mass steal meaning security & law enforcement will have to be increased and improved, they’re given aid but this also to an extent makes them dependent on humans.

What if the Kingsoul’s discovered & it’s mass-produced, killing’s not necessary guys! You can stop now! What if the same happens to the Dreamnail?

The Howling Cliffs is certainly an obstacle here tho too, whether you go the easy or complicated route, that’s up for debate, does being outside of Hallownest effect Higher Beings, do Higher Beings also naturally have sapience & language as well?

Human Ancestry AU part tho, bugs went from having their exoskeleton outside, to having them inside, every bug needs clothes now (Editing this for a second time I thought that on the spot, why would they all have to wear them now?), not to mention, the different foods they’ll sometimes be able to consume & sometimes not- CORDYCEPS! It messes up non-sapient bugs but has medical properties & is edible to humans if it can affect the big bugs, perhaps a quirk made, scientific &/or magical vaccine will have to be made, maybe a quirk w/ time reversing effects are used to cure a victim. Some bugs try to even make their human form permanent if we’re in the “Pure Human form” side of the AU. If not, more debate between the two groups~! Heck, a cure’s technically impossible meaning bugs would have to wait for a vaccine to be made & it may likely take a really long time since vaccines for bugs are likely rarely be focussed on, & pray they go their life never contracting it. We can also just go the “the sapient bugs are unaffected enough/immune“ route to make things easier or ignore Cordyceps altogether. Would bugs have a coffee equivalent or could take just some coffee before it’s too much, pure human sub-branch tho, heck yeah. Does the whole food & drink stuff means bugs have to wait till they fully digest food then they’re safe to shift to the other form? Is soul needed to shift? Does the body know when it’s safe to shift after eating/drinking food deadly to the other form?

Anyways, this AU also means bugs have to learn their bug language & human language in human tongue. Some bugs like the Mantis Tribe will stick as a bug as much as possible as an exoskeleton is more appropriate with a culture like their’s but even the Mantis Lords seem to have just a single claw, the equivalent to a single finger, they definitely shift when in need of hands. People like Quirrel & Monomon have 4 fingers per hand/many limbs to get the job done, so shifting is much less likely for people like them.

If the Higher Beings has quirks humans, chances are there were missing searches for them, they remember everything & they go “oh.” Even w/ any AU if this is the case, even more, legal stuff happens. The family reunions could be every awkward.

Big Bugs AU: Mt. Lady would quickly be considered a candidate for ambassador thanks to her quirk, however, that’d be shot down. Likely she’d speak the actual ambassador’s mind if they decided to have meetings. Humans may also help with technological progression though the main issue comes with materials available on Earth, time to mine the other planets & go to other universes.

That’s enough of those three AUs & branch AUs I feel like thinking about, however, the Human Ancestory AU+Human Shapeshifting Higher Beings can both individually be their own separate AUs w/o the whole BNHA Crossover stuff.

It’s amazing how much came from me mistaking Himiko’s eye color. This is why you twist even the tiniest detail for no reason or remember what you made a mistake about in a show/game etc. & think, “what if that was actually the case?” Edit: Frick, mistoke Mosscreep for Mosskin

#Hollow Knight #My Hero Academia #BNHA #boku no hero academia #HK #The Radiance #Himiko Toga #AU #Alternate Universe #HollowKnight #Rambling #Crossover #Canon Divergence #longpost #Quirked Hollow Knight AU

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psychicglitterdetective · 3 years

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Headcannons: If Hollow Knight characters had Quirks

A/n: I did this instead of sleeping, I just came up with the names but I may specify how their “Quirks” work and how Quirks would be like in the world of Hollow Knight. I might also add more characters

Pale King: KingSoul

Hollow Knight/Pure Vessel: Hollow: VoidSoul

The Knight/Ghost: VoidHeart

Hornet: SilkSong

Herrah: BeastSong

Troupe Master/Nightmare King Grimm: Nightmare Heart

Grimmchild: Scarlet Fire

The Radiance: Daybreak

Brumm/Nymm: Quirkless (I think he’d be extremly good in Combat)

Divine: Succubus

#hollow knight headcanons #hollow knight #bnha #quirks #headcannon #au

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drabbles-of-writing · 3 years

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Since we’re just asking for AU drops now that you’re back, how about some Hollow Knight AU to help me convince myself to go back and finish it?

(Also, super happy to see you posting again, kid.)

Been a while but here we go!

Amity: [chewing on some weird substance] Luz: what do you have in your mouth Amity: [chews faster] Luz: I said whAT DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR-

Fellas is it gay to practice swordfighting with the assassin who used to want to kill you but now kinda tolerates you and she offered to teach you how to fight since she called it embarrassing how you fought on your own? is it gay to cross blades and get close as you stare into each others eyes and realize your both having fun? maybe a sword chin tilt for extra measure

Jerbo and Ed are NERDS and after they get used to each other, Em and Amity would eventually learn that if they can't find Ed, he's usually in the Greenpath or Fungal Wastes with Jerbo doing botanist things. Well, Jerbo does the botanist things. Ed just messes around and keeps bothering him. Apparently no one else knew where he went and assumed he was just Out and About cause once Willow randomly asked "oh, hey, btw, wheres Ed?" n Em just deadpans "with his boyfriend, as usual" and they all just WHIRL around as Amity is quickly explaining.

Gus is the kind of guy who would try to make bug wings you can strap to your back like a jetpack to nyoom around but they end up not working very well. they come through in a clutch sometimes tho. even if you get yote into the nearest stony wall for using it

The Blight Siblings didn't understand beds at first so when they fell asleep in the Owl House it would be literally anywhere but the beds. in cabinets, on counters, over the couch, deadass on the floor, on the table, etc. usually they'd all find a spot to curl up in and sleep in a pile, usually under the couch. eventually they got comfortable enough to just sleep separate wherever they wanted and everyone just assumed it was a weird quirk they had

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s-horne · 4 years

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48. high school reunion au (steve/tony)

“Woah. That was a big sigh.”

Tony kept his eyes on the bar-top as he sighed again. “Big problems.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mm.” Tony sipped his drink and finally looked up. When he did, his drink went down the wrong way and he spluttered. “Wow. Hi.”

The man at his side grinned, blue eyes crinkling. “Hi. So, want to talk about those problems? I’m a pretty good listener.”

“I’d rather talk about you,” Tony said, a purr slipping into his tone as though he couldn’t help himself. “I don’t remember you.”

The man’s face soured a little, handsome features twisting for just a moment. “No, I don’t expect you would. I remember you, though.”

A lot of people remembered Tony. Not all for the reasons that Tony would have liked, he thought as he turned back to his drink. He lifted his glass in a mock salute. “Two shitty high school experiences, then. I hope your reunion will be better.”

“Not been great so far,” the man said and Tony couldn’t stop himself from turning to look at him again, taking a moment to study his features.

He was gorgeous, that much Tony could admit. But however attractive he was, Tony saw nothing overly familiar about him. It was only his eyes that made Tony pause. They were a beautiful blue and there was something about them that sparked a memory. Tony just couldn’t put his finger on what it was exactly.

“Nor mine,” he said finally. “I fooled myself into thinking that my high school crush would be here, but he’s not.”

And, wow. No hesitation in admitting that. High-School-Tony would have rather been tied to the flagpole in front of every student than say he fancied a boy out loud, but times changed. His dad couldn’t hurt him anymore, after all.

“Oh?”

Tony nodded sadly, tongue flicking out to chase the straw in his drink. “Mm. Doubt you’d remember him. No one else seems to. I’m starting to think I made him up, actually.”

The man snorted. “Sounds familiar.”

“Looked nothing like you, though,” Tony said, giving the man a once-over. He quirked a grin and Tony matched it before he began to reminisce again. “He was tiny. Even compared to me, which is saying something given how big I was.”

“Wow. He really must have been small.”

“Hey!” Tony shouted even as he laughed. “But yes, he was. School punching bag, pretty much. Held his own, though. Or tried to, at the very least. Had a black eye more often than he didn’t and yet he was the fittest guy I knew.”

“Wait; who are you talking about?”

“Steve,” Tony said, sighing on the name. It still made his heart flutter, even if he hadn’t seen the guy since graduation. “Steve Rogers. Hung around with Barnes until he went off to college. I think they might have been brothers, even if the bullies used to say they were together.”

The man choked on air and Tony startled, reaching out to slap him on the back.

“Christ, are you okay?”

“You fancied him?”

Tony withdrew the helpful hand he’d offered and glared darkly instead. “Yes. Yes, I did. Were you one of the jackasses that beat him up?”

The man spluttered again, long limbs flailing so much he nearly fell from his bar stool. For someone so large, he wasn’t very aware of his size, it seemed.

“No.”

“Hm.” Tony narrowed his eyes as he settled back down. He let it go and turned back to his drink, taking another long pull. “I was going to ask him out at prom, but my dad wouldn’t let me go.”

“Maybe it was for the best,” the man said and Tony looked up at him curiously, intrigued by the careful tone, “I got beaten up at prom. Badly.”

Tony snorted and then held his hand up apologetically. “Sorry, sorry. I just bet that Steve did, too. A right knight in shining armour he was; always jumping into fights he should have stayed away from. Once, there was this girl from the chess club being harassed by the biggest guy in school and Steve–”

“What was I meant to do?” the man cut in hotly, “let her be groped?”

Realisation crashed over Tony and his mouth fell open. “Steve?” He floundered for a moment. “Steve Rogers? What happened to you? Were you a part of a government experiment; were you injected with something illegal and drug-related?”

Steve laughed, albeit a little stilted. “No. Nothing so exciting, I’m afraid. I joined the army. Me and Buck both did, right after my graduation.”

“Damn. God bless America.”

“You haven’t changed, have you?” Steve asked with a grin.

“Why would I want to?” Tony shot back, winking at Steve and ignoring the rapid pounding of his heart. He wasn’t a child anymore; he could handle a little embarrassment.

“No reason,” Steve said and his expression was so earnest that Tony felt a flicker of hope. “You should never change.”

“Thank you.”

Neither of them had looked away for a while, the air between them growing thick. When Tony hollowed his cheeks around his straw again, Steve’s gaze followed the movement.

“Well, tonight has been a disaster from start to finish,” Tony said, letting his tongue wet his bottom lip just to see Steve’s eyes fall there. “Maybe we can redeem it?”

“I’d like to think so,” Steve said, eyes darkening, “because I’m definitely not finished yet.”

(requested by @thequirkybookaholic from this list of short au prompts)

#i wrote a thing #stony fic #stony au #steve rogers #tony stark #pre serum steve #post serum steve #stony fic rec #stony ficlet #stevetony fic #stony #stevetony #thequirkybookaholic #short au prompts

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thegatesofinfinitespace · 3 years

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MEET THE MUN.

TAGGED BY ; Stole from the Wife- ( @overx )

NAME ; Cristal/Cris. I also go by Xenos/Marz/Ares on most video games I play with the wife lmao. (So Halo PFFT) People can call me whatever though, I don’t really have a preference.

STAR SIGN ; Sagittarius (I’m a day off from Kara, idk what to tell you guys other than sometimes our families joke that we’re the same person)

GENDER ; literally I have no preference? I could be call he, she, they, and all of them would be accurate lol

HEIGHT ; 5′3″ !! I can pick up my small wife, and I’m living for it.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION ; NO IDEA. It’s Kara. The easiest to say is that I’m a lesbian but I honestly uh. Don’t know and it doesn’t bother me that I don’t. I joke about the badonkers but literally I only have eyes for ONE LADY and I’m married to her.

FAVORITE COLOR ; red, most shades of blue, black, purple, anything you can use in a cyberpunk image as neon lights, THOSE COLORS.

TIME RIGHT NOW ; almost 1:30pm?

CURRENT LOCATION ; mmmmm it’s a location where there sure are mountains and trees (in the US)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP ; could probably use more lmao

NUMBER OF BLANKETS I SLEEP UNDER ; ranging from 1-2!

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS ; A lot of my own and ALL OF KARA’s. I don’t think you understand how much we talk about them. (We brainstorm while falling asleep, we come up with a new AU literally every week or so--) UM. Danny Phantom, Edward Elric, recently got into Hollow Knight (I say recently but apparently it’s been a whole ass year) SO Little Ghost/The Knight and the Pure Vessel. Also Sonic the Hedgehog and Metal Sonic (and coincidentally Shard) because I am a simple person. UM. Vash the Stampede, Yuuko and Watanuki, and Syaoran and Kurogane (CLAMP my BELOVED), No one knows this one but Jintetsu. Oh and Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa and Kaito Kuroba. OKAY. Okay I could keep going but these guys are the majors...???

Edit: OH MY GOD I FORGOT ZERO AND COPY X AND X. GOD. OH CHRIST. I EXIST ON THIS TUMBLR FOR AUS OF THEM OH GOD GUYS I’M SO SORRY I-- (insert my muses kicking the shit out of me)

FAVORITE BOOK ; oh man um. I used to read a lot more but I loved Cinder and the rest of that series (cyberpunk fairytales with aliens? sign me the FUCK UP). I used to love May Bird when I was younger, and the Dreamdark collection. Also the BOOK SERIES Kurogane. (Different from the character from CLAMP but I love him too). If you want to know my favorite quirks in a story, read Tsubasa/xxxHolic and you have me nailed. AND OH SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT. Artemis Fowl my beloved.

FAVORITE ARTISTS/BANDS ; Starset, The Birthday Massacre, Aviators, Palisades, Written by Wolves. I used to really like Dead by April. New ones are Silent Theory and KLOUD, and Solence is climbing up there.

DREAM JOB ; Same as Kara! Convention artist / webcomic creator. We’re working on it!!!!!

WHAT I'M WEARING ; ...So I like watching Markiplier and thus CLOAK. Tldr last halloween there were these black glow in the dark sweatpants with anime werewolf and vampire ladies. Yeah I had to get them, I was OBLIGATED TO. Also bats are my favorite animal and they’re on my tank top and hoodie too. All black. Of course. what am I, a hot topic loser? (yeah)

DO YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BLOGS ; @the-broken-variable and @ziel-soundwave are my main ones, but I recently made a proper artblog so @hellscythearts is there! Um... oh and a few other random ones I’m never on anymore but, @windbladed-knight was my Sonic that I write sometimes--

DO YOU GET ASKS ON A DAILY BASIS ; No, but I don’t mind? I wish I had time to write more but I don’t so honestly... it’s okay that I’m not swamped lol

WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL ; hmm. I think I was trying to come up with a name that encapsulated the fact that this was always meant to be a multimuse. Since a lot of the themes I write have to do with inter-dimensional travel, and some of the MAJOR plots (MZ and Rock christ) are literally about two characters from COMPLETELY different universes coming together, well yeah. Portals = Gates, and space stretches on forever so that’s the more literal reasoning. (ALSO I am indeed making a hint-hint-nudge-nudge about Infinity, the main villain for the major story SO--)

TAGGING ; TAKE IT!!!!!

#outofinfinity'sreach

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crossiantgay · 4 years

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I Shall Say Goodbye Till It Be Morrow

Logince, fantasy AU! Pt 2 coming soon!

He looked out, over the balcony watching the sun set over the horizon. He was the prince; he was supposed to love his life. It has so turned out, that most days he had turned to envying the commoner. With his wealth and lavish lifestyle came the shackles of responsibility and no control over his future. The air was sticky and humid, and the setting sun gave the air a hazy glow. His light, white blouse ruffled in the wind and he felt his caramel hair brush against his face. He heard the steady beat of footsteps behind him and he turned. Everyone was supposed to head home, it was long past working hours. When he turned, he saw his pageboy, Logan (insert last name) approach. He had ditched his navy-blue suit for just his white button-up shirt, almost similar to Roman’s own shirt. He stepped next to Roman, leaning over the balcony.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it” His voice sounded distant and monotone, but still had the warm undertones Logan often had in his voice. It was only a few seconds later, Roman realized he was expecting an answer.

“Oh-yes. I suppose.” Roman drummed his fingers on the banister and Logan turned to him.

“Is something bothering you, my prince?” there was worry etched into his face, the concern all-so-subtly seeping into his voice. He sighed.

“Oh, it’s nothing. You know the princess of Lancaster?” Roman looked back out over the village below.

“The daughter of our known enemy? Why yes, I am fairly familiar with her” Roman licked his lips nervously. The summer heat was making his lips crack and blister and it was rather unpleasant.

“I am supposed to marry her in 3 months’ time”

“Oh-” Logan’s voice sounded hollow, like someone had pulled the floor out from underneath him but his expression stayed unreadable.

“And, to be honest?” Roman turned back to the man, waving one arm about. “I don’t even like women.” Logan quirked an eyebrow.

“This particular woman? Or-” Roman shook his head.

“All women. No princess has made my heart skip beats like a man with tousled hair and a well-trimmed suit.” Roman didn’t notice Logan unconsciously run a hand through his own hair.

“If I am to be… wholly honest with you, I have felt a similar way in recent months.” Logan tried to trace Roman’s gaze, find out exactly where he was looking. “I thought I was crazy. It’s great to know that I am not the only one who feels this way.” Roman gave him a small, uneasy smile. He paused and drew his lips in a thin line.

“Did you know that there is no law that forbids a man from marrying another man?”

“I-no. That is rather intriguing, thank you.” Logan gave a curt nod as silence passed between them, Roman draping his arms over the railing, unease clouding his mind.

“I’m headed for a future I don’t even want.” Logan’s expression softened into something sympathetic and caring before fixing his eyes on the horizon line. Logan carefully reached out his hand, putting it on Roman’s. To his surprise, Roman didn’t pull away but refused to meet his eyes. They stayed like that in comfortable silence as the sun set past the horizon line.

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Roman waved his maid away.

“If you keep messing with my hair, it might fall out!” he ran his hands through his hair, fixing it to his liking.

“My apologies, your majesty. However, I believe you are ready!” Roman stood in front of the mirror, admiring the suit. It was a red suit jacket with gold fastenings and trim, with a white undershirt and black dress pants. His maid hurried behind him.

“Oh my! How could I forget the most important piece of all!” The maid delicately placed the gold, ruby and sapphire-studded crown atop his head. He straightened his posture and gave one glance back at himself before walking out to the ballroom. There was the drone of chatter along with the distant hum of classical music. He scanned the crowd for faces he recognized, only to find none. He made sure to keep distance from his father along with the princess, beelining it for the concessions. He stumbled into a few people, mutter half-hearted apologies, keeping his head down and his crown straight. Someone grabbed his arm and he jerked back.

“Well isn’t it Roman Cassanova!” He pulled his head up to look at whoever grabbed him, searching his memory for this person. They were clearly important, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no-

“..hey.” The person hit him hard on the back and he coughed, immediately talking his ear off. He zoned in and out of the conversation, trying to keepy up when amongst the rambling he heard ‘my daughter’ and something that sounded like ‘marriage’. His blood ran cold and he tried to say something, but what to say to your future father in law? His stomach churned at the thought. As if someone has answered his silent prayers, an arm looped around his waist.

“My highness, the king requires your attention immediately.” Roman recognised the voice immediately.

“Ah, yes. Thank you. I shall-have to attend to that as soon as possible” he blurted out as Logan tugged him away.

“ah, thank you. A tap on the shoulder would have sufficed” He said when he finally gained his footing, when they were out of earshot.

“Oh, please. You looked like dying cattle, I did you a favor.” Roman finally got a glance of his ‘knight in shining armor’ and his breath caught in his throat. To say he looked stunning was an understatement. He hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt. Logan smirked.

“What was that, my prince?” In truth, it was hard to see without his signature glasses but his jawline and cheekbones and oh my I think I might faint- he finally gathered himself and rolled his eyes.

“I don’t believe that is how you should be talking to the future king” He stuck his chin up exaggeratedly and stuck out his tongue.

“Ah yes, real mature your majesty.” A waiter walked by and roman grabbed two glasses of wine from his tray, handing one to Logan.

“Are you sure? You’re not legal yet-” Roman waved a hand dismissively as he took a sip, shaking his head.

“I have what, 4 months ‘till my birthday? The marriage is in two months so- 5 months. Close enough.” Logan shook his head and took a sip, eyeing Roman carefully. A hush fell over the room as the orchestra picked up. Roman finished his drink and looked up at him, placing it on the passing waiter’s trays.

“Logan?” he batted his eyes and Logan stepped back.

“No. no- no.” He shook his head but Roman continued, offering out a hand.

“Logan, may I have this dance?” Logan sighed, taking his hand.

“Fine. You may.” Logan took his head and was caught off-guard when Logan placed a hand on the small of his back. It did make sense, considering Logan was the taller one but Roman wasn’t super familiar with the ladies’ part in this dance. Roman placed his hand on Logan’s shoulder and Logan smiled slightly. They fell into a steady rhythm of dancing and they moved across the ballroom, Roman temporarily forgetting everyone else existed. That was, until the song ended and Logan and him stayed holding onto each other. Roman stumbled back when someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he felt the world crashing down around him as he realized it was the princess. Logan dropped Roman and Roman wanted to mourn the warmth, but knew where his priorities stood. He pretended the touch was just him reaching for Logan’s drink, because that was clearly the case, totally, and downed it in seconds. It was only right after he did so, that he realized Logan had not had champagne like he had, rather a much stronger liquor. The room spun around him.

“Uh-hi” he said, trying to get his eyes to focus on the subject in front of him.

“Hello, I assume you recognise me?” Her eyes flicked uncertainly to Logan, who stepped away.

“Yes, I do. You are Bella Lancaster, yes?” Roman needed to get out of here, and fast. He felt as if any moment the floor would fall out from under him.

“I am. And you are Roman Cassanova.”

“Yes.”

“Yes.” She fiddled with the sleeve of her glove. “Fantastic. Okay. Yes” She looked off, as well. Though why he couldn’t tell. “I must go check on my-- my father” She smiled a bit and walked off and Roman made sure to count his lucky stars.

“You should go.” Roman spun around and immediately regretted it, falling into Logan’s arms.

“nOoO” Roman said, a bit too loudly, turning heads around them. Logan clamped a hand on his mouth before pulling away quickly.

“Ew! Why did you lick me?” Logan said in a hushed voice, wrinkling his nose and wiping his hand on his pants.

“Be lucky it was your hand this time, mi amor.” Roman said, clearly losing it and Logan flushed a glorious shade of scarlet. Roman had lost all sense of filter, something that was definitely required as a prince.

“Maybe we should take you to bed,” Logan said, looking out at the numerous people staring at them.

“Mhmm, bed, I like the sound of that” He purred and Logan sighed.

“You are drunk off your ass and not thinking straight. You need to get out of here before you make a scene” Roman huffed, leaning more into Logan.

“Whatever you say..” he grumbled. “Your majesty…” his tone turned softer and his eyes fixed on something behind Logan.

“N-no. Let’s go” He gripped Roman’s hand, in less of a handhold but more of a means to tug him along. Roman pouted the whole way as Logan did his best to discreetly tug him out of the ballroom, which went both well and not. Luckily, they avoided the king’s eyes but caught the likes of many onlookers, as Logan assured them that princey here had just had a bit too much. Once they were out of sight, Logan scooped Roman up in his arms and raced up the steps.

“Woahhh” Roman giggled, with a case of the hiccups “You’re strongggg” Once they had made it to prince’s chambers, Logan set Roman down and unlocked the door with surprising ease. Roman stumbled into the room, pulling Logan in by his jacket.

“Roman!-” With one final tug, he pulled Logan onto the bed.

“You thought I was done with you? Not even close” Logan felt his once-gone blush returning as the prince fiddled with the fasteners on his jacket.

“Nope nope nope nope nope-” Logan sat up quickly, pulling the prince’s hands from his jacket, running his thumbs over the scarred knuckles.

“You’re intoxicated and about to do something you’ll regret.” He looked him in the eyes and Roman looked away.

“But I want this-no- I want you.” Logan’s expression softened.

“Darling, the wedding’s in a couple months. I don’t want to make anything harder for you.” A choked sob ripped its way out of Roman’s throat and Logan pulled him closer. Roman tucked his head in the crook of his neck.

“I never wan-” He gasped, trying to catch his breath as more tears rolled down his cheeks. “I never wanted this! Th-these responsibilities a-and arranged marriages a-and-” Logan shushed him gently.

“It’s okay. I’m right here, you’re okay.” Roman looked up at him with tear-stained cheeks and uncertain eyes. Logan pressed a kiss to his forehead that lingered for a bit too long, breath ghosting over the skin. He pressed another kiss, this time to cheek, before another and another and another, touching every inch of exposed skin they could find as Roman’s mind went foggy, too overwhelmed by this absolutely wonderful sensation to even think. He feels a semblance of pressure at the back of his head, where Logan has his fingers threaded into Roman’s caramel locks, barely tethered there by the hand on his waist as Logan pulls his head up, looking at Roman with half-lidded eyes.

“What about ‘not making anything harder for me?’” Roman says, a playful smirk evident on his face.

“If you’ll allow me to indulge in a bit of selfishness, your majesty” Logan finally utters, his voice so much richer than Roman remembers; like the distant rumble of storm clouds.

“Yes,” Roman says, barely a whisper. “Please, yes” With that phrase, Logan captures Roman’s lips in a deep kiss, eyes fluttering shut despite himself. Roman blindly grasps for something to pull Logan closer, something to anchor him in this moment.

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Loud footsteps can be heard from outside as Logan, who has been awake for about 3 and a half whole minutes, shakes Roman awake.

“Huh? Who-” Roman groans as his suit uncomfortably pinches at his sides, very obviously not meant for sleepwear. Logan pointed towards the door and Roman noticed the heavy footsteps, which could only mean one thing. He looked to his side, about to urge Logan to hide only to find Logan was already under the bed, hidden by the maroon bedskirt. Roman sat up, trying to make himself look as presentable as possible as his father burst into the room.

“Morning, son!” He bellowed and Roman winced, becoming acutely aware of his hangover. Roman blinked slowly, trying to wake himself up.

“You look a little out of sorts. Get yourself ready and come downstairs! I hope you haven’t forgotten about our Day Of The Sun banquet?” Roman’s eyes went wide as he cursed himself. It was the summer solstice; where for the whole day a large party would be held across the kingdom. The festivities last night were just a precursor to that and this was definitely not the day to have a huge hangover and your assistant in your bed. Wait, how did Logan get here? His memory stopped after his talk with the princess.

“Well see you down there, then…” The king trailed off, noticing his son staring at the wall and the look of distant fear in his eyes. He walked out, shutting the door behind him. Logan crawled out from underneath the bed, brushing himself off and laying beside Roman.

“We should get ready,” Logan mused, taking in the prince once more.

“What happened, exactly?” Roman asked tentatively and Logan’s cheeks went dark red.

“Uhm, we kissed…” Logan said, avoiding Roman’s eyes and Roman blushed a similar color, envying the red curtains hanging in front of his windows. He, Prince Roman, heir to the throne of Cassanova, has kissed his assistant of 7 years. With his awaiting marriage in two months’ time.

“Oh my” he whispered and Logan smiled at the remark.

“Mm. Now we really should get ready, my rose-er, highness.” Logan stood up quickly and Roman shook his head.

“‘My rose’ sounds better. Less formal.”

“Noted.” He nodded a bit, trying to ignore the pinkish color of his cheeks. He paused for a moment. “I should get ready. Well, you too. We should get ready.” Logan gave a curt nod. Roman laughed a bit under his breath and stood up. He took Logan’s face in one hand and kissed it.

“I suppose we shall,” he flipped through his closet, looking for something light enough in the summer heat. He finally found another white blouse, frowning a bit as he put it on.

“My hi-my rose-” Logan buried his face in his hands, looking between the gaps in his fingers and Roman shrugged. Logan went back to his chambers to change, Roman changing into black shorts. Finally, he grudgingly placed the crown atop his head. Everything he had grown to loathe incarnated into some dingy piece of jewelry. Logan returned a few minutes later, thankfully this time with his glasses, with a white button-up shirt unconsciously unbuttoned at the top and black suspenders. His black hair was messy and fluffy due to the humidity. Roman blushed when he saw Logan, stammering. Logan let out a puff of air, snickering.

“You look lovely, my rose” he offered out his hand and Roman took it.

“As do you, my love” he smiled as Logan placed a kiss to his forehead.

“We should head downstairs,” Logan chided gently and Roman paused.

“Just a few more minutes. I enjoy being here with you”

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The festivities were long underway, Roman hovering by Logan’s side the whole time as they talked with the common folk, eating all the delectable foods the carts outside the castle had to offer and embracing the enticing atmosphere. When the sun was just past halfway in the sky, one of the servants approached them.

“Sir Logan, your family requests your attention immediately.” Logan’s brow furrowed as Roman held his hand tightly.

“They live on the other side of the Alabaster River, why do they call for me- they know I have my responsibilities here-”

“Your mother has fallen ill” the servant bowed and Logan’s blood ran cold. He nodded, shifting closer to Roman. He gave a curt nod, leaning over to whisper in Roman’s ear.

“A week from now, meet me outside the city of Eastview at sunset.” Logan stepped away and Roman frowned, hurrying to the nearest carriage.

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Roman stood at the edge of his balcony, overlooking the edge to the drop below. It had been a week since Logan’s mysterious absence, and of course it took the King no time to appoint another in his position, a short and snooty page with a shrill voice who always insisted Roman was wrong, constantly babying him. Roman threw the rope over the edge of the balcony, double, triple-knotting it to the banister. With shaky hands, he slowly began his descent. He felt like fainting when he finally felt dirt beneath his feet, in all fairness climbing rope was not his area of expertise. He shook himself off before running to the stable, shushing the horses and grabbing one of them before making his departure from the kingdom.

After many uncomfortable minutes riding on horseback, he finally made it to Alogas, which was right next to Eastview. He was almost there. He looked worriedly as the sun started to set. He couldn’t be late. He couldn’t.

He finally made it to the border of Eastview, and his eyes lit up as he saw a tall, black-haired man in the distance. His smile only grew as Logan came more into view, in a wrinkled light-blue shirt and dirt smudged on his cheeks. He skidded to a stop and jumped off the horse, running into Logan’s open arms. They stayed there for what felt like an eternity, just enjoying the other’s embrace, Logan placing countless kisses to Roman’s head and Roman burying his face in Logan’s shoulder.

“I missed you, my rose” He mumbled. It had only been a week, but Logan was always at his side so it felt like it had been months.

“I missed you too, my love. Palace life has been near awful without you; have you seen who they hired to fill in?” Roman rolled his eyes and Logan chuckled. He placed a hand on Logan’s chest but when he did, his brow furrowed. He tugged at Logan’s shirt, tracing his hand across the scabbed-over gash. Logan took his hand in Roman’s, pulling it off the cut.

“It’s fine. Just an unlucky accident.” Logan assured him. Roman didn’t seem satisfied.

“Did someone hurt you?” Roman asked, anger seeping into his voice.

“No, my love, it was my own fault. I hurt myself while farming.” Roman looked up at him.

“Farming?” Roman raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, my punishment for getting fired by the king’s court.” He ran a hand through his hair. When he looked back down, he saw the alarm in Roman’s eyes.

“Wha-how were you-” Logan wrapped an arm around Roman’s waist.

“Someone at the ball saw us, and ratted me out to the king. Next thing you know, I’m fired and a direct message from the king to stay away from you. My parents nearly ripped a new one when they found out. So, 8 hours a day out in the field.” Logan sighed, caging his disdain at the incident. He looked down and met Roman’s eyes, recognizing his concern. He rubbed circles in Roman’s shoulders, looking Roman in the eyes.

“Oh no, my rose, it’s ok. We’ll get this sorted out, I assure you.” Logan tried to reassure him. Roman nodded slowly, looking at the ground. In truth, he looked miserable.

“Plus, now I don’t have to look over my shoulder to do this,” He leaned down and captured Roman’s lips in a kiss, Roman’s cheeks dotting a beautiful crimson. He trailed the kisses down his cheek, further, down the slope of his neck, soaking in Roman’s murmurs of praise and small laughs, fingers entangled in Logan’s raven-black hair. He finally pulled away, leaving a few love bites but nothing prominent, taking Roman’s hand.

“I’ve known where you’ve grown up for most of my life, can I show you where I grew up?” There was a questioning look in Logan’s eyes and Roman nodded, brushing shoulders with Logan.

“I’d love to.” He smiled, pressing another kiss to Roman’s cheek.

“Let’s escape to this town for a little while” They walked together, watching the setting sun.

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When they got to the more busy section of the town, Roman went to drop Logan’s hand but Logan held on more firmly.

“It’s fine, my rose. No one cares who you’re with as long as you can pay your bill” Logan’s eyes scanned over the crowd. Roman pressed closer to Logan’s side, Logan wrapping his other arm around Roman’s shoulder. They went from shop to shop, walking around the town.

“Would you like to grab dinner?” Logan asked when he saw Roman eyeing one of the bakeries. He nodded a bit too frantically, a chuckle escaping Logan.

“That would be… adequate,” Roman said, looking at Logan sheepishly. “I didn’t have dinner before I went to see you”

“Dear gods,” Logan murmured under his breath. Logan walked over to one of the shops, Roman staying close behind. After a few moments, he handed roman a boar-and-cheese sandwich. He covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing as Roman practically devoured it, licking his lips.

“What about manners? I thought you were a prince” Logan teased and Roman huffed, sticking his tongue out. Logan rolled his eyes playfully. He held Roman’s hand once again as Roman pulled him along, towards the local animal pen to see the deer and sheep, probably.

The end of the night came all-too quickly as Logan carefully eyed the sky. If he was correct, it was probably around 11 or so.

“Roman, as much as I hate to say it, you should be heading home.” Logan said, drawing closer to where they first met.

“No, it’s too soon. I don’t know if I can go without seeing you.” Roman turned to Logan, a pleading look in his eyes. Logan bit his lip.

“We can tryst again, same time next week. How does that sound?’ Logan held both of Roman’s hands, gazing into those dark, chocolate eyes. Roman nodded, if a bit hesitant.

“Promise?”

“Promise”

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“What is bothering you? I know that look,” Logan said, looking deep into Roman’s eyes, as if he looked hard enough, what was bothering him would be written, clear as day. Roman folded his hands in his lap, mouth twisting into a grimace.

It had been another excruciating week without Logan when Roman slipped out to meet his lover again. Lover, he thought. It has a nice ring to it. Roman got off of his horse to fall into those strong arms of Logan’s , all doubt leaving his body. They were so secure, so comforting.

“Logan, take me somewhere we can be alone?” Roman asked, looking as the townsfolk hurried about. Logan nodded, walking away from the town towards the woods on the edge of the eastern side of town. Roman followed in Logan’s footsteps, never letting go of his hand as Logan led him to a small lake. Next to the lake was an old oak tree with a swing attached to it. Before Roman could think, Logan scooped Roman up in his arms and set Roman on the swing. Roman looked down, kicking off his shoes with euphoria bubbling inside him.

“Ready?” He asked, arms looping around Roman’s waist. Roman nodded. Logan smiled, slowly pulling the wing back before pushing him forward. Roman couldn’t bite back the giggle that escaped his throat, happiness flooding inside him. They fell into a gentle rhythm of pushing and pulling, Roman’s laughter echoing around the forest. Eventually, the swing stilled into a stop and Roman scooched over, Logan sitting beside him.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #ts virgil #ts logan #romantic logince #logince

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sandalaris · 4 years

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SethKate for the 10 sentence meme?

one sentence per genre for a pairing

How can anyone do any of these with just one sentence?! At least I tried.... there’s a lot of run on sentences in this, btw, although after a few I just decided the one sentence rule could shove it and went with keeping each one short, and at least one I said screw it and made it pretty long for a one-sentence story.

1. Angst

A shadow self, that’s what Amaru called them, the ones she twisted and turned and brought forth from the other side, and logically Kate knows he had no choice, knows he did what he had to do to save Richie and her and the world, but logic has no hold in the face of screaming gaping wound in her chest that pulses and weeps grief and guilt when she looks at Seth’s face. It’s a cruel and ugly twist of fate, to still love the man who killed her brother.

A/N: A mild AU I will never write (but have thought about what would happen before) in which Amaru did her shadow-self thing on Scott and Seth is forced to kill him.

2. AU

There’s nothing wrong with the school itself, she decides, even if she does find some of its rules and traditions a bit odd. She wouldn’t even need to be here except Our Lady of Sorrow holds the only duel credit program with both an opening in Statistics and Intro to Psych that was willing to let Kate in given her... unusual circumstances (being homeschooled, a devout Baptist, and technically enrolled at a local public high school - a PE credit apparently requires a bit more than her daddy and the internet can provide - had her sure that even applying was a lost cause). She only has to spend half a day on campus and only one of her classes is even near the annex building so she hardly sees Seth (she refuses to call him “Mr. Gecko” on principle. She’s only somewhat a student here, and he is certainly not her teacher, even if he is a teacher.. she thinks).

She’s counting the weeks until the semester ends.

A/N: I would love to read this as a full fic... just not sure I want to write it, lol.

3. Crack

No. Nuh-uh. No way. Seth is not some pansy assed prince charming setting out on a quest or one of those glory seeking wannabe knights who graduate from the Fairytale Training Academy, and he’s certainly never wanted to be anyone’s goddamn hero, so little miss damsel in distress, who’s probably some secret lost princess because Seth’s read this tale before and he hated it the first time around, can save her sob story for some other guy because he is absolutely not-

“Please.”

...fuck.

A/N: A reluctant Seth who is entirely too aware of fairy tale tropes and trying everything he can not to be in a one? Way more amusing than it should be to me.

4. Future fic

Seth eyes the group of sparkly wrapped boxes sitting on the counter with distrust, part of him already counting their numbers and trying to figure out how many have his name on them. After last year, when Seth managed to sneak a peek at every single last gift and “ruined the surprise,” Kate had managed to hide every Christmas present so well he’d begun to wonder if she’d decided he didn’t get any this year.

He reaches for a small, shiny box, the tag just peeking out from the curly bow and revealing a “th” in a familiar loopy penmanship, when Kate suddenly hisses behind him.

“Don’t even think about it.”

A/N: “Future” makes me think domestic fic (at least in FDtD), and that’s not an area I’m real familiar with, so *waves hand* this is what you get. :P

5. First Time

Her hands are shaking. Not visibly, but enough to make her fingers feel weak and the gun in her grip far too dangerous.

“You ready?”

She doesn’t know if she’s imagining the doubt in Seth’s voice, regret bleeding through at agreeing for her to play a bigger role, but she nods firmly anyways, tightening her grip and stepping forward.

A/N: Kate’s first heist... although I doubt Seth let her use a gun the first time. Too dangerous in the hands of an amateur. And I’m pretty sure Seth kept Kate’s role as danger-free and background as he could, because she was still fighting so hard to be considered an equal partner at the beginning of S2.

6. Fluff

She’s just managed to settle into the perfect spot when the bed shifts slightly behind her and a familiar hand fumbles sleepily at her arm and over her stomach before finding the hollow dip of her waist. Kate lets out a half-hearted protest, bits of warmth escaping at the blanket slips down and the sheet bunching beneath her as Seth wastes no time tugging her across the mattress, the sound dying into a soft laugh as he tucks her half under him and grumbles wordlessly against her temple without even opening his eyes. She shifts, tugging the corner of the pillow down a bit so its not digging into her neck before letting out a happy sigh. Perfect.

7. Humor (I had a hard time with this one, so I just wrote something random)

Kate makes a noise of frustration, pushing herself from her chair and snapping, “I’m gonna die a virgin. Again!”

“You know,” Richie says with far too much brotherly glee, “if you’re looking for someone to-”

“Shut up, Richard!”

8. Hurt/Comfort (another one where I didn’t exactly want to go full hurt/comfort, so instead I went Hurt? As in injury? Yeah, lets go with that.)

“Ohgodohgodohgod.” She can’t seem to stop the litany of words, repeated phrase cycling through her mind as she presses harder. There’s blood, so much blood, seeping red and too thick through her fingers that she can’t even feel the pain.

She should feel it, she thinks, she did before. Or maybe its better that she can’t, she doesn’t want a repeat of the well.

She takes another step, seeing the door just a few steps away. There are people beyond it, Seth and Richie’s people (Seth’s going to be so pissed, she thinks with a kind of worrying detachment.) It’s a simple goal: get to the door. Everything will be alright if she can just get to the door.

A/N: Kate is totally OK in this. It’s bad, but not as bad as she thinks, and while she doesn’t make it to the door before collapsing, someone comes through really quickly and sees her.

9. Smut Hand holding?

The leather is soft against his skin, well worn from years of near continuous use and Kate’s dedicated care. He remembers when she first got them, the fancy looking box with its folded tissue paper holding them inside like they were a gift. He had hated them, hated the way they covered Kate’s small, deadly hands, the way Dad expected for her to be grateful, how necessary they were.

He slides his hand up, pad of his thumb brushing over the expensive leather covering her palm before it presses against the soft, vulnerable skin of her inner wrist, and he swears for a moment her can feel the nervous flutter of her pulse before he curls his fingers to lock around her wrist.

She looks at him, an amused quirk of to the edge of her lips as he raises her hand between them and he meets her gaze, not bothering to measure the redness of her eyes as he reaches his free hand up to pinch the fabric just above her pinkie.

“What’re yo-” She cuts off with a choked gasp when he tugs, but doesn’t jerk back. He’s inexplicably proud of her for it.

Her eyes are wide and a little panicked, bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she watches him tug at the top of each finger, loosening the well-fitting glove until it sits loose on her small hand.

He takes in a shaky breath, feeling unaccountably nervous as he grips the empty tip of the glove’s middle finger, like he’s removing far more than just a simple bit of leather. But then again, maybe he is. After all, Kate’s almost never lets any of them see her without her gloves, not willingly.

He pauses at the thought, gaze flicking away from his task to look at Kate. He regrets it almost immediately. He wasn’t going to stop once he started, wasn’t going to give Kate cause to think he held any of the fear she’s convinced he must feel. But maybe she sees the question in his eyes, or feel it in the sure way he holds her wrist because she nods, small and hesitant but there. He pulls the glove the rest of the way off and lets it fall to the floor.

He lets out a breath just as Kate seems to suck one in, her gaze locked on her bare fingers and Seth loosens his grip, fingers already turning so he can run the flat of his palm up her wrist, forearm pressing against forearm as his hand aligns with hers.

He’s grinning, sudden and full of too much smug satisfaction if Kate’s affectionate eye roll is anything to go by, but Seth doesn’t care, already lacing their fingers together so he can hold her hand proper for once.

A/N: This is part of a tUA inspired AU that has no plot and therefore will never be written. But I know exactly what Kate and Seth’s abilities are, which is part of why this is such a thing for Kate here and why Seth feels her fears are unfounded.

10. UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension)

She doesn’t blink, barely seems to be breathing, holding herself so carefully behind her desk, straight backed and fingers laced together as she stares stubbornly up at him. He smiles, slow and measured and knowing, letting his gaze sweep over the cardigan she’s begun buttoning all the way up since he joined her little class, before leaning close, meeting her gaze and dropping his voice low, like a secret between them.

“And what do I get if I get it right?”

A/N: Seth goes back to school to get his GED, Ms. Fuller is not what he was expecting. I actually had a whole scene playing through my head for this, because I like build up, and it was really hard to pick just a small part to put here.

None of these are edited, despite how long it took to post, meaning I have mixed feelings on them, lol. I think I like more of them than I expected to, so yay!

#sethkate #asked and answered #my writing #these were both really hard and really fun #and with mixed sucess

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khunfounded · 4 years

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Dearest (Oh You’re the Nearest to my Heart)

[For Day Four of khunbam week: AU! Based on the story of Tam Lin :)]

Khun Aguero Agnis, son of Lord Eduan of the Ten Great Families, stopped short in his stroll through the woods. Before his eyes was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen, with rich brown locks and golden eyes, sitting amongst the wild rose beds. He was also attempting to eat a rose, chewing thoughtfully before his face scrunched up and he spit it out.

“What are you doing?” Khun asked, sedately walking towards him. When the boy looked up and their eyes met, Khun was instantly struck with a pang in his chest. Perhaps he might be dying, he thought vaguely. But oh, what a good death it would be, looking into those eyes.

“Oh hello!” The boy said, voice like honey and smiling face like the sun, saying utter nonsense in the loveliest tone, “I just walk by these roses so often, and I always wondered if they taste as good as they smelled”.

“And do they?”

“I don’t think so,” He replied, a sad little frown on his face that Khun longed to repair. But before he could, the boy’s face instantly lightened again, “Would you like to try?”

“... I’ll trust your judgement on that,” Khun hedged, before letting his curiosity get the better of him, “What is your name?”

“I’m called the Twenty-Fifth Bam”.

“The Twenty Fifth Bam, what sort of name is that?”

“It’s mine, sir. I was named after the day of my birth”.

“Well, since it’s yours, I think that it’s wonderful”.

The boy blushed at that, a soft pink that spread to his ears. Yes, compliments were a good call. After an appropriate amount of time of flustered sputtering, the boy asked him in return.

“What is your name, sir?”

“I am Khun Aguero Agnis. It is lovely to meet you,” He took a chance and sat besides Bam amongst the flower beds, and was rewarded by a bright smile. They were so close that their fingertips brushed as lightly as two rose petals in the wind. It was so small, and yet Khun felt this was somehow a momentous occasion.

“It’s lovely to meet you too, Mr. Khun. I didn’t think I’d find someone ever so nice wandering around here.”

“Please, call me Aguero,” He usually hated the use of his first name by anyone, but he wanted this boy to be the exception, for some reason he couldn’t quite place.

“Ah, Aguero then. That really is a beautiful name,” Bam said easily, as if he wasn’t playing Khun’s heart like a skilled lutist. It was Khun’s turn to blush fervently, though he thought he hid it well with a downturn of his head.

Bam’s head turned towards one of the dusty pink roses, before plucking it and leaning over. Their faces, for a few moments, were so close that their breaths mingled. Their gazes were stuck on each other. He gently tucked the rose behind Khun’s ear, unfortunately leaning back when his task was complete.

“Wha-” Khun wondered, hand coming up to his ear where the gift laid.

“I just thought,” Bam quickly looked at the horizon, seeming like his actions caught up with him, “That it was fitting”.

“Fitting?”

“Yes,” His eyes followed the dance of two doves in the sky, while Khun looked only at him, “A sweet rose for a sweet man”.

Khun choked. What this boy was doing to him must be a crime, surely, and it seemed like Bam did not even know he was doing it.

They talked like old companions, matching each other perfectly and trading humorous and sentimental stories in equal measure. Khun, who had spent his entire life living in the cold hollowness of his father’s court, had never felt warmer in all of his days. This lasted until sunset, when Khun unfortunately had to leave this perfect boy.

Before he did, he took Bam’s summer soft hands.

“Promise me we will meet again,” He begged, looking into those earnest, liquid gold eyes, hoping beyond hope that this was something that would last.

Bam’s face spread into the most beautiful smile Khun had and would ever see, and he brought his lips up to brush Khun’s cheek, leaving just the whisper of a kiss upon it.

“I promise, Aguero,” And then he was gone, leaving Khun starstruck in his wake.

When Khun made it back to his chambers, his fingers caressed the blush pink rose Bam had given him, before he placed it between the pages of his favorite book of fairy tales. He wanted to preserve this memory forever.

The next evening, and the next, and the next, for an entire year, Khun returned to that spot, but he never saw the Twenty-Fifth Bam again after that night. Khun fell into a deep well of sorrow, and detested the frozen court he was stuck in. So, one night, he raided his family’s coffers and stole a golden steed, riding away from the palace that for him had become a hell.

The only thing he brought with him from his chambers was the book of fairy tales, and no matter where he was, for six long years, at sunset he would always take out the rose and give it a longing kiss.

He could not forget about Bam.

Then one night, while he rested his tired limbs in a tavern, he overheard two patrons talking about a man with long, dark hair that trailed him like the twilight and golden eyes like two bright sons, who guarded the wild forest beyond Lord Eduan’s castle, and would hunt down anyone who trespassed there. Apparently, it was causing quite the problem for the Lord, which Khun took quite a bit of joy in, but that wasn’t the important part.

What was important was that he knew who that mysterious man was, and he had to get to him immediately. There was a promise that needed fulfilling.

As soon as he heard the news, he raced out of the tavern, dropping a few coins to cover his meal, and rode for seven long nights to the place he had thought he would never return. He searched high and low when he got there, leaving his horse behind so he could reach into the darkest corners, but what he sought was in a beautiful clearing of dusty pink roses surrounding a well.

It wasn’t the same clearing, but it reminded Khun so strongly of the one where they had met that he had to lean down to pick a rose, inhaling the familiar scent.

“What are you doing?” A voice came from behind him, causing Khun to turn sharply. He knew that voice intimately. It was in his dreams every night, though now it sounded a bit deeper.

When they locked eyes, Khun felt a pang in his chest.

“The Twenty Fifth Bam,” He croaked, voice suddenly hoarse, eyes suddenly teary.

“Aguero, what are you doing here?” Bam’s voice sounded pained. He should never sound so hollow, look so hollow. Not his Bam. Khun clutched the rose against his chest.

“I heard,” He said, edging closer, “I heard that there was a man with long, dark hair that trailed him like the twilight and golden eyes like two bright sons, who guarded the wild forest beyond Lord Eduan’s castle, and I knew. I knew it was you, Bam.”

Then, he pressed a finger against the taller man’s chest. Bam looked shaken, eyes widening behind curtains of hair.

“You promised me we would meet again, Bam. You promised! What the hell happened?”

Bam brought a hand up to cover the one at his chest, pressing it against his heart.

“I’m so sorry, Aguero. I had every intention of fulfilling that promise, but after you left I was tricked, caught, and captured by the Faery Queen. She turned me into one of her people, and only now has allowed me outside the court to guard this place. I couldn’t return to you, no matter how much I wanted to.”

Then tears fell from his eyes, rapidly, like a waterfall. Khun hurried to brush them away with the hand holding the rose.

“Bam, what is the matter, dearheart?” Khun couldn’t stand this, all the suffering and hurt his Bam had had to go through. He promised nothing like that would ever happen again if he could help it.

“Every seven years, the Fairy Court gives one of their people as tithe to Hell, on this night, the night of Hallowe’en,” Bam’s voice broke, “And I fear that tonight it will be me”.

Khun brought Bam into a crushing hug when he heard that, eyes wide.

“What can I do? Please, tell me I can do something. I cannot allow you to go through that”.

“There is, but it is an unwieldy task”.

“Don’t patronize me,” Khun admonished, “Just tell me what it is so I can do it”.

“I will be riding in a company of elven nights, you will recognize me by my pure white steed. When you find me, pull me down and hold me tightly. The faeries will attempt to make you drop me tightly by turning me into a whole manner of beasts”.

“A lizard, an adder, a bear, a lion, a white hot iron, and finally a burning torch. When I last turn, throw me into a well, and I will become a man. When I do, cover me with your coat, and I will be no one else’s but yours”.

“Well,” Khun replied, laughing, pulling away to look into golden eyes, “That sounds about as difficult as I expected it would. I cannot wait to get it over with”.

“You’ll do it?” Bam looked at him in wonder, and Khun placed the rose behind his ear, smiling at the beautiful picture it made.

“Of course I will, don’t be silly,” Khun hugged him once more before pulling away, “Now you better get going, you need to actually be with your company for me to catch you”.

Khun brought his lips against Bam’s cheek, and returned the kiss that had been given to him so long ago. This time it was Bam’s turn to look starstruck, blinking rapidly, before his lips finally quirked up into a small smile.

“See you soon, Aguero,” He moved away and Khun watched him disappear from view. But Khun knew this time would be different. He would get Bam back, he vowed it to himself.

When the sun finally set, Khun went in search of the faery company. He found them, knights all lined up on glorious steeds, but none of them pure white except one. The other faeries looked at him in shock as Khun raced, faster than he had ever run before, to Bam’s horse. He pulled the man down roughly, clutching him tightly in his arms.

Just as he had gotten a firm grip, Bam transformed into a tiny lizard, which he quickly cupped in his hands as it struggled to get out. He wouldn’t be getting away so easily.

After several moments of long struggle, he was gripping a ginormous snake, holding it tightly around the throat so it would not be able to sink its venomous fangs into him.

When Bam became a bear, Khun gripped his fingers into his pelt and cried out as the beast swiped at him. He could feel blood running down his back, but he would not relent. The bear shook back and forth, trying to launch Khun away, and when that did not happen, Khun found himself clinging onto a vicious lion whose sharp claws glanced at his side before he was able to maneuver himself to where he could not be harmed.

The lion raced around the field, dragging Khun around as he clung to its mane. The faery knights all rode to the sides of the clearing to get out of its way.

When Bam became the hot iron, Khun screamed in pain, but continued to grip it to his chest as it seared his skin. Tears clung to his eyelashes but he thought of the beautiful boy who had stolen his heart and knew he had to keep going.

Finally, he was holding a flaming torch and he sprinted to the well at the center of the clearing, throwing it in. Out came the Twenty-Fifth Bam, looking soaked and exhausted, and Khun ripped out his cloak to cover him, whispering sweet somethings into his ear. “It’s okay,” He sobbed, not out of pain, but of joy, “I have you. You’re alright now, love”.

Slow clapping came from the side, and Khun looked up to see a gorgeous woman with blood red locks of hair.

“The Faerie Queen,” Bam mumbled. Khun gasped, gripping him tighter, covering him with his body.

“It seems as if you passed the test. Congratulations, Khun Aguero Agnis, you have freed the Twenty-Fifth Bam,” Her voice was stoic, though for some reason Khun thought he could detect humor in her tone. She snapped her fingers and he hissed as he felt his wounds closing, “Now get out of here, you ruined our tithing and I would really prefer to never see either of you again”.

Khun heeded her warning, and took them onto his own golden steed, where they rode until they reached the soft safety of the rose beds where they first met. When their feet touched the ground, they fell into each other's arms, both crying and laughing unabashedly.

“Aguero,” Bam brought their faces together, kissing him all over, yearning finally over, “Aguero, you did it”.

Khun twirled them around, before they fell into the rose bed together. Khun leaned down, kissing Bam’s lips again, and again, and again.

“We did it,” He declared, “I wouldn’t have been able to do anything if you hadn’t told me”.

Then, he pressed a kiss against Bam’s chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath his lip, before moving up to stare into his eyes.

“I love you, Bam”, Khun grinned down at him, looking at this lovely man among lovely flowers.

Bam intertwined their fingers and tugged Khun back down, “And I love you, Aguero”.

“I have a plan,” Khun said against his lips, feeling rather than hearing Bam’s chuckle.

“What is it?”

“We’re running away together. Far and wide, Bam. I’m showing everything you’ve missed these past seven years”.

“It sounds perfect”

“I knew you would think so”.

“Can we please stop talking now, love?”

“I’m sure I could be persuaded, dearheart”.

The stars that night were more gorgeous than they had been in years, but neither of the two noticed. They were rather more fond of roses, anyways.

#khunbamweek2020 #day 4 #khunbam #tog #tower of god #my writing #khun aguero agnis #25th bam #this is the last fic i have done hhhh

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fangirl-1523 · 4 years

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My Sworn Brothers [Luffy x Crossover!Sister!Reader x Ace x Sabo]

A/N: Hey, so I want to write a High School AU of the many, many anime I have watched/ read. Bleach, Blue Exorcist, Devil is a Part-Timer, Durarara, Fairy Tail, Fullmetal Alchemist, High School of the Dead, InuYasha, Kill La Kill, Magi, My Hero Academia, Noragami, One Piece, Ouran High School Host Club, Pokemon, Saiki K, Sailor Moon, Seven Deadly Sins, Soul Eater, Sword Art Online, Vampire Knight, Your Lie in April, and Yu Gi-Oh. And I was wondering who would you like to be apart of your friend? And would you like to have a relation to any of the characters of the world.

Summary: [Y/N] is the oldest sworn sister to Luffy, Ace, and Sabo. And after finding Ace and Sabo aboard Luffy’s ship, the Thousand Sunny, she explains to them who she is, her other sworn brothers and sisters, embarrasses the three of them (a regular Tuesday for her), and threatens them with a chalkboard for interrupting her. Multiple times. In this story, most of the anime I am into is in the same world (Bleach, Blue Exorcist, Fairy Tail, Fullmetal Alchemist, InuYasha, Magi, My Hero Academia, Naruto, Noragami, Seven Deadly Sins, and Sword Art Online. I might do a part 2.

Warnings: spoilers for the above mangas and animes, also, even though this is along the timeline of after the time skip (at some point), I took the creative liberty to have Ace alive during this meeting for a quad family reunion, might be language

Word Count: 1, 668

“How the hell am I suppose to believe that my three idiotic brothers would be in the same place at the exact same time I’m trying to find them?” the girl with [H/C] hair, old enough to be Luffy’s age, maybe a year younger or a year older than him.

“[Y/N]!!” the rubber boy flung himself at her in a hug.

She fell down on her butt from the impact of the hug. She groaned before pushing the boy off of her and standing up, dusting herself off. “Geez, Lu. I was on a job, just finished, and I heard something about a Straw Hat, a Fire Fist, and a blonde with a top hat that put the mad hatter to shame. I just came to see if the rumors are true.”

“What job did you have, sis?” Sabo said as he sipped a smoothie created from Vinsmoke Sanji.

“Well, you see. In the ten years I’ve been gone, I’ve been busy. Both with being lazy and being diligent.” the girl explained. “I am a member of Fairy Tail. Dragon Slayer Magic, particularly fire, water, earth, air, and plant. Requip the Knight. Some space jumping there and vortex opening here.”

“You got the two mixed up, kid.” Ace said from his spot next to Sabo.

The girl grinned an evil grin. “Oh, did I, Ace of Clubs?”

The raven haired pirate groaned at the nickname while Luffy’s crew members wondered after the nickname. Ace kept giving her the don’t-tell-them-anything look with a cut-it-out motion. She, like most people she knew, did not listen to reason.

“Well, when we were younger, I attempted to teach the pour unfortunate souls that you call Luffy, Sabo, and Ace golf. And we played mini-gold. First hole we went to, the club flew out of Ace’s hand and crashed into the window where the pour lady working the club stand was clonked on the head and fell unconscious. Another fun fact: I’m overly competitive and therefore master of mini gold. Luffy on the other hand... beat my bowling high score of just a little over four hundred points.” [Y/N] explained.

“THAT’S NOT HOW YOU PLAY GOLF, YOU IDIOT!” Usopp shouted at his captain.

“Ace was a lot worse. However, on the eighteenth hole, got a hole in one. Although with team sports, I always sided with Luffy ‘cuz he was the baby of the family.” she explained.

“Never play Volleyball with her unless you’re Luffy.” Sabo warned the Straw Hat Pirates.

“Could you... possibly.... explain who you are?” asked Nami.

“That’s an easy and excellent question, m’lady. I am [Y/N] [L/N], the daughter of the Demon King from the Demon Clan, Niece of Solomon, adoptive daughter of the great dragon, The Curse of Depravity, a mage of S-Class ranking, the best older sister anyone can have, a Shinigami, and the Pirate Fairy.” [Y/N] said with her hands on her hips like wonder woman.

“You’re not wonder woman, dumbass.” Ace muttered.

She scowled at the boy (who was now physically older than her). “I know that, asshole.” Ace shrugged his shoulders at that. “Anyways, I should get going. I’m here with my teammates. And Salamander will have a cow if he finds out I’m on a Pirate Ship. Which may or may not include Natsu asking you all to fight him at once for his sister.” [Y/N] shrugged.

“SISTER?!” Luffy screeched.

“YOU ALREADY REPLACED US?!” Ace and Sabo said in unison.

“This is why I never took you to Amusement parks or sat next to you on a ride.” she clenched at her swollen ears. “No, I was merely saying that I have something called [Y/N]’s Council of Brothers. They’re basically a band of boys I feel need my protection, wisdom, and power to embarrass them until they’re six feet under and rotting.”

“She’s dark.” Nami said. “But can you explain this whole Council of Brothers thing. Because I’m not sure they,” the ginger pointed to the three brothers, “understand.”

“Alright! I will go over a lesson here!” and suddenly a white board appeared by her side with writing already on it.

“Where did you get the white board?” asked Luffy.

“That’s not important right now.” she scowled. “Yes, Sabo.”

“Was that Whiteboard always there and we just never noticed it?” the blonde asked.

“No. Ace if this is a question about the white board, I will smack you with the same gold club that flew through that window. All questions about the stupid whiteboard will be answered after I explained everything. Got it?”

The three brothers grumbled out a, “Yes.”

“Good. Anyways, to start it off I have two half-brothers. Meliodas and Zeldris.” she slapped a pointer stick against the whiteboard.

“Did she always have that?” Ace asked, whispering it to his two brothers.

“I don’t know. I’m just glad someone noticed it besides me.” Sabo murmured back.

“SILENCE, YOU INSOLENCE FOOLS!” and she threw a frying pan which hit Ace in the head.

Why does she have a frying pan in her requips? Sabo wondered in his head, not wanting to get hit in the head with anything else she might have to throw at them.

“Anyways, Meliodas and Zeldris are my half-brothers. Zeldris is the captain of the Demon Clan’s ten Commandments while Meliodas is the captain of Liones’s Seven Deadly Sins of which I am co-captain and the Phoenix Sin of Darkness. To be fair, I look more like my mother and I think the only thing me, Meliodas, and Zeldris share is our dumbassery we inherited from our father. Second off, my cousin is Magi Aladdin since my mother is his father, Solomon,’s sister. Now, that’s enough of my actual biological family. Now, I won’t go into detail about those three. Because you already seem well-acquainted with one another. Anyways, onto the next one. The next one on my list of brothers is a half-demon named Rin who is the son of Satan along with his younger brother, Yukio, but he doesn’t really need protection. next is Kazuto Kirigaya also known as Kirito. I prefer to call him that. He got stuck in a game where if you die there, you die in real life, but he defeated them. next, we have Satan himself, a king of demons, Sadou Maou. He works as a part-timer for a fast food chain which is sad to be honest. Next, we have Alibaba Saluja, a prince and a king’s candidate, also my cousin’s best friend. He wields the fire djinn, Amon. Also, he’s trying to be a gladiator while figuring out his feelings for Fanalis and former slave Morgiana. Next, we have actual God Yato who is a former god of calamity and a current god of war. I think. I’m not quite sure. But he and his two regalia, Yukine and a Nora named Kazuma, but also Kazune under Yato, must be protected by me at all cost. Then, we have Edward Elric, a alchemist missing both a leg and an arm because he wanted to see his mom’s smile again which kicks me in the heartstrings whenever I hear it. His brother, Alphonse, is an honorary member of the Council of Brothers. And he used to be entirely a soul attached to a suit of armor. No joke.”

“Does no one else notice that they are mostly raven haired or blonde?” Nico Robin commented.

The Straw Hat Pirates turned to the three sworn brothers who just shrugged their shoulders at that. “I admit I am guilty for that. But my actual brothers are raven headed and blonde, so that may be the reason. Anyways, off to the next people. Now, this person could make Luffy look like a genius. Sometimes. Natsu Dragneel, a salmon haired fire dragon slayer, is the brother of Zeref Dragneel, the black wizard, and also simultaneously END, the most powerful demon of the book of zeref which makes him one of the top fifteen most powerful demons. Next, we have strawberry boi, Ichigo Kurosaki, a shinigami who I’ve been helping train. He could see the dead and then he discovered his spiritual power, stole the shinigami powers of Rukia Kuchiki, and started to exorcist hollows and send souls to the soul society. Then, we have my favorite band of brothers since they could literally be in a band. Broccoli Boi, Izuku Midoriya, kinda has a power augmentation quirk, best way to describe it without giving too much away, Porcupine Katsuki Bakugo who can blow things up with help from his sweat. Zuko Wannabe Shoto Todoroki who can wield fire and ice. Also, his brother Touya may or may not be Dabi. Then, Pikachu Kaminari Denki who can utilize elctricity, but too much and he makes Luffy look like a genius. No joke. Well… maybe… I don’t really know. Anyways, then we have speedster Tenya Iida. Oh, there’s sharkboy Eijiro Kirishima. He can make himself go as hard as rock, but he has limitations. Then, we have spidertape Hanta Sero that can shoot tape out of his elbows. Then, half-demon InuYAsha who is the son of a dog demon and a mortal woman. There’s also Shippo who is an adorable little kitsune. And I think I got everyone.” the girl looked at her board before smacking it again as she noticed Luffy had begun to doze off while Ace had totally fallen asleep.

The action alerted the two boys to wake up at once and glare at their older sister. And then, a silver haired undead man with a flying blue cat landed on the floor of the ship. “Thank goodness we found you. C’mon. We got a mission and you and your ‘Team Natsu’ have a job request from the old man and a princess.”

“So Hisui and Bartra both agree to have us do something, but what is this so-called mission?” asked [Y/N].

Ban smirked. “We’re fighting slave-trading pirates.”

“I want in!” Luffy cheered.

#one piece #sabo #portgas_d_ace #portgas d. ace #luffy #monkey d luffy #fairy tail #seven deadly sins #anime #crossover #one piece x reader #asl #asl x sister reader

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spiritusrex · 4 years

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wip roundup!

was tagged by @warpinator to list all my wips! im gonna stick to bnha and mp100 for my posted ones and then just bnha for my unposted ones, because otherwise theres a ton of mp100 wips ive had set aside for awhile and i really dont wanna get deep into that hfgkhfh

Published:

the last wounds we’re ever gonna get - chapters: 5/6 - 5 times bakugou tries to apologize to izuku for his past treatment of him, with izuku not believing/accepting it, and then 1 time izuku does accept it. the google doc for this fic is called “bakugou tries to apologize and its a mess” hfhkjfhg and the only reason its not complete is because bnha chapters 284-285 came along and handed me some good bakugou development and i got stuck reevaluating my plans for the +1

Leftovers - chapters: 9/? - an mp100 fic that’s a sequel/continuation of my AU where ritsu has time manipulating abilities. has been on hiatus for awhile just like all my other mp100 fics. oof.

A Senseless Strike of Lightning - chapters: 4/? - an mp100 fic, also on hiatus for the foreseeable future. Mob is taken by Claw at a young age, and encounters Shou Suzuki while Claw is attempting to train him. Shou helps him escape, and they don’t see each other again until Claw threatens the world and Shou needs some help....

Reach Until You Can’t Anymore - chapters: 5/? - another hiatused mp100 fic hahahhh. cheesy romcom setup of adult Teru finding his childhood friend Shigeo working at a bakery in a small town, but ends up struggling when Shigeo doesn’t seem to remember him and also is refusing to acknowledge his own psychic powers.

Unpublished:

most of these dont actually have titles yet! but these are my currently most worked on WIPs

eri and izuku roleswap - rn this is the longest fic ive got planned! Eri is the 9th holder of One for All, and Izuku is just a little boy entangled in Overhaul’s dangerous plot. tentatively have been considering “an overturned hourglass still tells time” or “together on the dark side of the moon” for titles

suspected traitor oneshot - my take on the whole “aizawa sees something suspicious in izuku and suspects he’s the traitor” au, for a bad things happen bingo prompt fill. i thought i’d have it done by now, but im not super satisfied with the direction its been going. ive been trying to avoid the usual sus traitor tropes. have been considering “a pawn cannot move backwards” as a title

Izuku Gets Kidnapped(tm) - another planned multichapter. izuku attends the meeting of a “quirkless support group” and ends up getting kidnapped by a Quirk Supremacist cult that had been using the group as a front to abduct quirkless people. there’s a lot of dadmight and izuku still being his feral self even while quirkless planned here. no title ideas yet.

haunted OfA - unsure if I want this to be a multichapter or very long oneshot. a fic about One for All being SUPER haunted, moreso than in canon, and it beginning to affect Izuku’s behavior and memories. have been considering “Icarus” as a title but am unsure because I have another idea for a fic Icarus could also fit...

on the run au - a long oneshot that ive just been reworking and reworking ahhhhhghhg. information abt OfA and Izuku is somehow leaked to the media. Izuku has to go on the run as villains and heroes alike start trying to make a grab for the power. feat. class 1A being a chaotic family and helping protect izuku, and izuku realizing that his life and safety is just as important as anyone else’s. no title ideas yet.

failed rescue au - a long oneshot. nighteye’s vision of the future where overhaul kills izuku and takes eri back becomes real. overhaul escapes from the raid with eri and eraserhead, and every day eri learns more and more about what hatred feels like. no title ideas yet

and here’s a quick list of a few ideas that I haven’t really worked on yet but really like and probably will get to soon:

hollow knight-esque au (still in planning stages)

AfO gets his head replaced and chooses the best/worst person to steal the head of (planned to be a horror fic)

OfA begins to tear Izuku apart (ive had this idea since i first started reading bnha years ago but havent gotten to it yet... but i will one day.... i Will)

clairvoyant quirk idea (another “oh OfA kinda sucks actually” idea)

brainwashed villain izuku (feat. bakugou actually trying to be a good friend and help izuku recover from being intensely brainwashed but izuku just wants Murder)

atla au (what it says on the tin. pretty much just for fun)

my take on an “izuku stays quirkless” au - except he lies and says he has a quirk (this one’s been fighting me bc i’d like to avoid doing a canon rewrite but i havnt been able to figure out how to get the plot to diverge. so in my idea bank it sits)

AND MANY MANY MORE but i dont want to list them all oh gosh

no idea who specifically to tag so I’ll just say it’s open to anyone who wants to show off their WIPs! have fun be free go wild

#my fics #my wips #writing game #this post became longer than expected bc i cant shut up fhkgjfhgh #this was fun! thanks for tagging me!

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mastrechef · 5 years

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Here’s the intro for the reincarnation au I meant to write yesterday. I came back to this because it woke me up at 4am yesterday and I couldn’t get back to sleep until I’d typed up a rough sketch on my phone. My brain always chooses the most unreasonable times to be helpful.

Reincarnation happens all the time, although almost no one realizes it. Reincarnated souls may get an impression here or there, a niggling feeling they can’t explain. Nothing concrete enough to make the connection.

The point of reincarnation isn’t to remember, anyway. It is simply a natural occurrence. Strong souls are born anew, given another chance at life, another chance to have hopes and dreams, to experience love and loss.

One of the strange quirks of the reincarnation cycle comes into play when magic is involved. Magic is bound to bloodlines, but once a person is born into magic, it weaves itself into their soul. Any incarnation after that life, the magic will still be there, and with it the possibility of remembrance. It’s not a guarantee, but magic strengthens the bonds between past and present, and sometimes things slip through.

Nyx learns all of this from Ramuh when he is eleven years old, just shy of twelve, and he starts truly remembering.

He’d been having strange dreams for a while, of places and people that felt achingly familiar, yet he couldn’t put his finger on when or where he might have seen them. Some days he’d wake suffused with warmth, the kind he felt when he spent time with his mother learning to cook, or like when Selena was born and he held his baby sister in his arms the first time. Other days he woke in a cold sweat feeling hollowed out and drained, every good feeling and happy memory distant and out of reach.

Those days Nyx clung to his mother and Selena and Libertus until the cold and emptiness relinquished their hold on him.

Then one day, something in him cracks.

He remembers.

Like water bursting forth from the dam that kept it at bay, his head is filled with memories, old memories, from a lifetime ago. All the things from his dreams but with the gaps filled in, good and bad, and he knows. He knows those bright eyes and warm smiles belonged to his father, who laughed so joyously and loved so freely, who healed the sick and left him in awe every time, who taught him to play chess, who treated his son like he was his entire world. His father, his king, who was betrayed by the ones he trusted most for helping his people in the way he knew best. Who was then declared a monster and murdered by those same betrayers.

The betrayers which included Nyx’s uncle. The same uncle who had spoiled him rotten and affectionately called him Little Knight. The same uncle who had helped him organize a surprise party for his father’s birthday every year, who taught him to wield a sword alongside his father, who comforted him as he cried when his nana passed.

The same uncle who killed him.

Lightning streaked across the heavens and the oceans surrounding Galahd seethed in sync with his grief and agony as Nyx Antinous Ulric, who was once Nyx Estelle Lucis Caelum, remembered.

Additional tidbits under the cut

His mother must have had a gut feeling or perhaps Ramuh whispered to her, nudging her in the right direction. When Nyx had spoken to her of his dreams, she hadn’t understood them any more than him. But how else would he end up with a name like Nyx Antinous?

Ramuh’s explanation of the reincarnation cycle leaves a few questions unanswered. If people born to magic keep it upon being reborn, why are the only magic lines the Lucis Caelums and the Fleurets? (It isn’t until he learns of the Ring of the Lucii that he begins to understand. By binding the souls of the Lucian kings, not only was Bahamut influencing the entire royal line, but he was also skewing the natural order, preventing any of them from reincarnating. More than a hundred souls that could make a difference, that could potentially put a wrench in the Astral’s plans.)

When Galahd figures out what’s happened, they rally around Nyx because they remember. They know of the rightful King’s betrayal, of the murder of his only son and heir. They loathe the line of Somnus Lucis Caelum, the Usurper, the Kinslayer, with the fury of a thousand burning suns. Even more so they loathe Bahamut, the Draconian, the meddlesome King of Astrals, for his manipulations and his plots, for the curse forced upon the King. And they will not forgive. They will not forget.

Additional Notes:

-Today’s writing is influenced by Breaking Benjamin. The song Torn in Two (lyrics below) seemed fitting for Nyx and I could see Feed the Wolf as a theme for Ardyn.

Is this the way it's gotta be?

Ignite the fire inside of me

Embrace the life of tragedy

A tide of war and broken dreams

I am torn in two

Hold on, hold on

We're barely alive

I am faded through

Hold on, hold on

The fallen arise

I will fight this war for you

And let the dawn of love survive

Broken, I crawl back to life

-Slightly breaking the tradition of Latin/Greek naming conventions since Estelle is technically French, but it comes from Latin originally (also makes Nyx’s name very feminine but whatever) and I was going for a “star of the night” sort of vibe and liked the sound of it.

-As in the original post, Antinous refers to the Greek Antinous who was deified after his death; remembered as a hero or a god or both; as a god was a benevolent healer and conqueror of death.

-Don’t have a concrete age for when Nyx died, though leaning towards younger. I feel like magic would manifest pretty young but more specialized skills like Ardyn’s healing would come later. So maybe Nyx was young enough that they wouldn’t know if he’d inherited it, and Somnus killed him both because of him supporting his father and to preemptively stop him from following in his father’s footsteps. Don’t know yet if I’ll have Nyx actually inherit the healing ability.

-The ‘his king’ bit worked its way in on its own, so I’m going to go with the idea that Ardyn was crowned king, but was only on the throne a short time before Somnus killed him.

-Ramuh probably tells Nyx about what happened to Ardyn and so Nyx makes it his mission to find him again. No idea yet when or where or how that reunion will take place.

#ffxv #ficlet #nyx ulric #ardynson #reincarnation

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johaerys-writes · 5 years

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Witcher AU: Viper In Tall Grass

Chapter (3/3): Fast Approaching Dusk

Summary: Tristan of Toussaint is a witcher, his life dedicated to following the Path of the Viper. It is curiosity more than anything that leads him to Emperor Emhyr var Emreis's court. That is where he meets Dorian Pavus, lead sorcerer and advisor to the crown of Nilfgaard, and his life as he knows it changes for good.

They say that destiny is inexorable. Tristan is starting to see the wisdom in that saying.

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This is the third and final part of the prequel fic I wrote for the as-yet-untitled Witcher AU my beloved potate @solas-disapproves and I have been working on! Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Smut under the cut :)

Read here or on AO3!

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Pain, dull and hollow. Breath, short and panting. Head heavy. Lids heavier. Scattered thoughts, twisted images, broken shards of something that must have been whole, once, a long time before. A young girl’s laugh, blonde hair so pale it almost looked white. Blue eyes so dark they looked like deep, whirling pools. A mirror of his own. The gleaming edge of a dagger in the night. A viper’s forked tongue, flickering. A plunge into a yawning abyss.

Tristan woke up with a gasp, coughing and sputtering, agony spearing his sides. Bright light stabbed his retinas, searing white rays piercing his brain. He reached out, searching for his daggers, oblivious to the pain that flared with his every move. His daggers, he had to find his fucking daggers-

“Easy! Easy. It’s alright. You’re safe. Great Sun Almighty, you’ll undo all your bandages the way you’re thrashing about.”

That smooth, velvet voice made Tristan stop abruptly. He blinked, his vision clearing somewhat. Pavus was kneeling next to him, brows furrowed in concern. Tristan squinted, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the sunlight that was streaming through the foliage overhead, framing Pavus’s face like a halo.

“What- what happened?” Tristan said, his voice a forced croak. He tried to sit up, but the mage’s hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Lie down. You need rest.” He uncorked a water skin, bringing its mouth close to Tristan’s lips. His palm eased behind Tristan’s neck, holding his head steady as he helped him drink. His touch was gentle, caring. Tristan couldn't even remember the last time someone had touched him with so much tenderness. He made a weak attempt to pull away, but as soon as the fresh water reached his lips he realised how parched he was. He drank thirstily, thin streams of liquid running down his cheeks, soaking his hair that clung to the back of his neck. He drank until the water skin was empty, yet he would have gladly drank a couple more. Pavus gently withdrew his hand from under his neck, his fingers soft as they brushed against his skin. He let his head fall back on the makeshift pillow that Pavus had made for him. It felt like one of his cotton undershirts. It smelt like him, too.

“What… where is the Fiend?” he asked, trying to take his mind off of Pavus’s scent that seemed to be everywhere around him all of a sudden.

Pavus quirked an eyebrow as he put the cork back on the waterskin. “Where do you think it is? Lying dead in a bloodied heap, where you left it.”

“Ah.” Tristan took in his surroundings. A merry fire was crackling close to him, its soothing warmth seeping into him through his woollen blanket. A pot was hanging over it, its contents simmering away. Pavus’ bedroll, clean and neatly folded, was almost touching his own. Had he slept next to him all the while Tristan had been unconscious?

The swell of affection that flooded his chest was surprising, and wholly uninvited. Tristan took a breath and cleared his throat in an effort to ease it away. He was still woozy from sleep. Must have been. “How long was I out?”

“Two days. More or less.”

“Two days? Fuck,” Tristan breathed. “What… what happened?”

“What happened? You mean you don’t remember getting skewered by that Fiend’s antlers?”

“Yes, I… I remember.” Tristan winced at the memory of the Fiend’s snout, its foul breath so close to him. Of its burning eye in the darkness, luring him into an agonising end. Of its claws and its deafening roars, and of Pavus's face, pale and drawn as he watched him teetering on the precipice of death. Tristan shook his head gently, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before he opened them again. “What happened after?

“You were half dead by the time I dragged you off that thing. The antler had gone straight through your lung. Healing is not my field of expertise, but I did manage to stem the bleeding somewhat. Couldn’t do much about the scarring, I’m afraid. Had to stitch and wrap the wound with the healing kit I had on me. After that, I came back to fetch my horse and carried you back here.” Pavus let out a sigh, leaning back on his arm. A tiny teasing smile was on his lips when he gazed at him. “You’re much heavier than you look, you know.”

“Right,” Tristan said, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. “Sorry about that.”

Pavus waved absently. “Apologise to my horse. The scent of the Fiend’s blood almost gave him a heart attack. He’s still jittery. The faintest sound can send him off. Your horse seems to be doing splendid, though.”

“She’s used to that sort of thing.”

“I’ve gathered as much.” Pavus stood up, leaning over the pot by the fire as he stirred its contents. When he came to sit back down next to Tristan, he was holding a steaming bowl of stew. “You should eat something. Shall I help you with it?”

Tristan shook his head, propping himself up on his elbow, wincing at the pain in his side. The stew was hot, burning his tongue as he took a spoonful. It tasted faintly of spices. “It’s good.”

“Of course it is,” Pavus said with a smirk. “Certainly much better than that bland porridge you made yesterday.”

Tristan grunted a half hearted assent as he chewed, then nodded at a small pouch that was lying close to the mages’ belongings, stained with blood. “Did you get what you came for?”

“I did.” Pavus glanced over his shoulder, following Tristan’s gaze. “That Fiend won’t be missing its third eye.”

Its third eye. So that was what he’d wanted all along. That was what Emhyr wanted to get his hands on. A Fiend’s third eye was said to have many powers and strange applications, but most of the rumours were simply that; rumours. Superstition. Old wives tales about knights who battled Fiends to obtain their third eye, which would miraculously bring their beloved back to life or that could be given to demons in exchange for riches and power. Tristan doubted his knowledge now. What could the Emperor of Nilfgaard possibly want to do with that eye? What were they up to?

In his dream-like haze, Tristan almost voiced those questions. As soon as he opened his mouth, though, he quickly snapped it shut again. Witchers didn’t ask these sort of questions. Whatever Pavus was looking to do with it, was his own business. And as soon as Tristan was paid the entirety of the gold promised to him, this whole affair would stop being any of his.

“You witchers heal surprisingly quickly,” Pavus said as he watched him eat, stirring him out of his thoughts. “I managed to make you drink one of those healing potions in your pouch while you were unconscious - at least I hope it was a healing potion. It reeked abominably to me. You didn’t die, so I guess it worked, yes?”

“You went through my potions?” Tristan’s eyes widened. “You know they’re highly toxic for anyone that isn't a witcher, right? And how did you know which one to give me?”

“Oh, please. I could recognise the smell of swallow and celandine anywhere. Although there was something else positively horrid in there that I couldn’t quite place.”

“That must have been the drowner brains,” Tristan said, smirking when he saw Pavus’ eyes widening, his nose wrinkling in disgust. “Or the vitriol.”

“The horror,” he breathed, pressing his hand on his chest. “The things you poor fellows have to ingest. No wonder you’re so irritable.” Tristan glowered at him, and Pavus laughed mirthfully under his breath. He gave him a warm smile after his laughter had eased away, letting his gaze glide over Tristan’s features. Tristan felt that familiar flush returning to his cheeks, and he hastily looked away. When the mage spoke again, his voice was soft like a whisper. “It almost got you, you know. I’ve never seen a gash this nasty."

Tristan lifted the blanket that Pavus had draped over him. His armour had been removed to be replaced by soft cotton breeches. The bandages on his chest were clean, freshly changed, the strong smell of antiseptic ointment reaching his nostrils. And soap. A startling realisation suddenly dawned on him, making his breath hitch. Pavus had removed his armour, washed him, dressed his wounds, put him in clean clothes. Pavus had seen him naked. Fuck. Shit.

His face was burning when he swiftly let the blanket fall over him again. “I’ve had worse,” he grumbled, eyes fixed on his bowl of stew, hoping against hope that his furious blush wasn’t as noticeable, although he must have looked red like a pomegranate by then. He scooped up the last of his meal and pushed the bowl away, lying flat on his back with a grunt.

"That’s easy enough for you to say. You didn’t see the wound when it was fresh. If the Fiend's antler had got you just an inch to the right, I'm not certain I would have been able to do much. If it were your spleen instead of your lung you would have bled out before I’d even reached you."

Tristan shrugged indifferently. “Perhaps. But it didn’t. And I-” he shot him a sideways glance as he spoke at him, and his words died in his mouth. There was worry lingering in the mage’s eyes, his brows drawn in a thoughtful frown. Tristan felt irresistibly drawn to that curious silver gaze, like a moth was drawn to light. "I, uh…" he started, gulping thickly. "Thank you. You…" He paused, letting out a low chuckle. It sounded weak and painful. "It seems I owe you my life."

Pavus looked at him quizzically for a long moment, tilting his head to the side. "You think so? It never occurred to me. I could invoke the Law of Surprise, I suppose. That might come in handy."

Tristan frowned at him. Invoking the Law of Surprise was no laughing matter, and he had heard of countless people getting into trouble for merely mentioning it. Pavus huffed in amusement when he noticed his disgruntled expression. "I'm simply joking, naturally. If anything, I owe you my life. If it hadn't been for you jumping onto that beast's head, it would have been me lying where you are now. If I were here at all." Pavus held his gaze, his gaze softening. "If thanks are to be given, then you should have mine."

Tristan's heart fluttered in his chest, a blade of grass trembling with the wind. He licked his lips, swallowing thickly. "You-uh… It-it's alright," he stammered. "You don't have to… You placed yourself in danger, too. If it hadn't been for you drawing the Fiend's attention while it had me in hypnosis-" He shook his head. “You could have ran off, then. Should have, actually. Yet you didn’t.”

"Oh, please. As if I would have left you to die out there. Not when you’d finally started warming up to me."

"I… what?"

Pavus' smile widened. "You grabbed a Fiend quite literally by the antlers to save me. You also haven't snapped or grunted in the last ten minutes. Not much, at least. If that's not warming up, then I'm not sure what is.”

"I don't… that's not-" Tristan frowned, pursing his lips in some desperate attempt to appear stern. “I gave my word to the Emperor that I would see you back safe. Witchers live and die by their word. That's what they should do, at least.”

“Was that the only reason you did it?” Pavus whispered, shifting just an inch closer to him.

Tristan’s first instinct was to edge back, safely away. Instead, he found himself watching him wide eyed, unable to move, a deer before bright lights. “I… I-” He dabbed his lips with his tongue, swallowing thickly. The words left his mouth before he could stop them. “I didn’t want to see you get hurt."

With a soft sigh, Pavus moved closer still, covering the distance between them. His lips were only a hair away from Tristan's when he paused, his breath tickling his skin. "I like you, too.”

As if drawn by a spell, Tristan leaned in, catching his plush, velvet lips in a kiss. The mage moaned softly, fingers threading in Tristan’s hair. Tristan’s hands tangled in his robes when he reached out, pulling him towards him. His injury nipped with his movements, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Pavus’ lips were soft and warm against his, and he tasted of cardamom and cloves, and his fingers were soothing as they smoothed down the sides of his neck. Tristan could almost feel the vibration of his magic running over his skin, tingling, drawing him in.

“I want you,” Tristan whispered. He ran his palm down the mage's back, feeling his muscles under the thick fabric. “I want- I want-”

“I want you, too.” Pavus closed his teeth over Tristan’s bottom lip, nipping and sucking lightly as his hand left his neck to skim carefully over his bandages, palm brushing over the bulge in Tristan’s breeches. Deft fingers slithered under his waistband and it wasn’t long before Tristan groaned against his lips, thrusting into his hand when it wrapped around his hardness. “I want you so much.”

“Yes,” Tristan nodded, hypnotised, riding the waves of pleasure that washed through him, unable to hold back. Everything else around him had faded away, even the pain at his sides, and there was only Pavus there, and his lips, his tongue, his hands- fuck, his hands-

Pavus’ mouth left his own to brush along his jaw, down his neck, along the dip of his chest. Tristan held his breath as he watched him trail ever downwards, every touch sending ripples of electricity down his spine. The mage held his gaze firmly, lips quirked in a teasing smile before they closed over his cock.

Tristan moaned, fingers snaking into Pavus’ hair. His mouth was warm and slick, his tongue smooth like velvet as it pressed against him. He shivered as he was swallowed whole, that rich heat enveloping him until he could think of nothing else. He wondered idly whether he had ever felt anything as pleasant, whether there was anything in the world that would compare to that, to that sweet torture, to that slow, agonising pleasure. His fingers were soft when they curled around the base of his cock, when they caressed his thighs, when they trailed upwards to touch the exposed skin of his chest. His sterling grey eyes were fixed on Tristan’s, his intense gaze stealing the air from his lungs. How had he held himself back from this- from him- all these days? How had he managed to keep his hands off him for so long?

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Tristan rasped, pulling him up. Pavus hovered over him, straddling him. Tristan pried his mouth open with his tongue, the taste of him on Pavus’ lips sending shivers coiling and unraveling through him. He slithered his palms under the mage’s robes, feeling the tight muscles of his thighs, fingers digging at the firm flesh of his buttocks through his smallclothes. He hooked a digit over the waistband, the rich fabric retreating easily under his fingertips. “Silk?” he whispered, and the mage chuckled softly.

“Oh, yes,” he murmured against his lips. “Only the best kind.” He gasped when Tristan pulled at it, the silk fabric ripping at the seams. He edged back to look at him, a stern expression on his features. “You owe me a pair of very expensive underwear, you know.”

“I’ll make it up to you.” Tristan brushed his fingers over Pavus’ mouth, then sighed as those full, luscious lips wrapped around his digits. Sucking gently, caressing them with the flat of his tongue. Teeth closing over his fingertips. Eyes trained on his own. Did Pavus even realise the effect his eyes had on him? Could he see, could he feel the rolling waves of lust that rushed through him with his every glance? The pulse that roared in Tristan’s ears with every touch?

He dragged his fingers out slowly, replacing them with his tongue. “You’re brilliant,” he whispered, voice low and hoarse. “Just bloody brilliant.” He reached down, closing his palm around Pavus’s length, brushing his thumb over the bead of dew that had gathered at the tip. The mage tilted his head back, sighing as Tristan placed a trail of kisses along the underside of his jaw, pumping him slowly. He took a deep breath, letting his rich scent fill his lungs.“And you smell so… so-”

“Yes?” Pavus breathed, reaching out for his bag, rummaging through its contents until he pulled out a small vial. He dropped some of the liquid on his palm, then reached down between them to smooth it over Tristan’s shaft.

Tristan’s mouth watered when the spicy scent of the oil reached his nostrils. His pulse quickened, a hot white rush that surged through him in a wave. “You smell so-” he grunted softly, thrusting in Pavus’ hand. “You-you smell... incredible.”

“What else do you like about me?” the mage asked, carefully angling Tristan at his entrance.

“You’re- ah- you-” Tristan’s eyes rolled back at the contact. He clenched his jaw, fingers sinking in Pavus’s thigh. “Your mouth. Your lips. Your skin. Your eyes. They’re beautiful. You’re-” He gazed up at him, running his tongue over his lips. “You’re beautiful.”

Pavus leaned down, brushing his nose over his. “You’re not that bad looking yourself,” he whispered, his lips curved in a smirk.

Tristan groaned at the back of his throat as the mage sank slowly, ever so slowly over his hardness, as the tip of his cock slipped inside his tight heat. “Fuck, this is- this is-”

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Pavus said breathlessly, taking him in a little deeper. A deep flush had risen up his cheeks when he quirked an eyebrow at him. “Makes you feel like an idiot for not doing it sooner, yes?”

Tristan rolled his eyes and huffed in exasperation, though it was half hearted. Mainly because Pavus was right. “You talk too much,” he grunted, cupping his neck to pull his lips down to his, hips bucking upwards a bit more. He kissed him deeply, tongue caressing the roof of his mouth, drinking in the gasps that escaped Pavus as he thrust lightly, shallowly until he was sheathed to the hilt.

“Yes- Sun, yes-” the mage moaned, grinding helplessly against him. He was tight -fuck, was he tight- deliciously warm, infernally good. He pushed into him over and over, chasing every sliver of that sweet bliss. Pavus threw his head back when Tristan closed his fist over his cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts. “Yes- harder, please…”

The breathiness, the need in his voice, the flush of his cheeks, his glistening lips, they made the roaring fire that flooded Tristan’s chest soar to something uncontrollable. He gripped his hips, dragging him down as he surged up, driving himself deeper. His pulse was buzzing in his ears, warmth surging through him with every thrust, his breath catching in his throat, his breath-

Tristan stopped abruptly, his head falling back against the pillow as his lungs spasmed, seeking more air. His hold on Pavus’s hips tightened, holding him steady. “Wait,” he croaked, voice thick and strained.

The mage blinked at him, lifting himself up. “What? What happened?” He was panting, sweat gathering on his brow. It glowed in the evening sun, like beads of golden dew.

Tristan gulped, inhaling slowly through his nose. “I just- I need to catch my breath.” His wound stabbed him every time his chest rose and fell, making it hard to speak. Pavus was watching him wide-eyed, sitting perfectly still on top of him.

“Are you alright? Shall we stop?” he asked, anxiously searching his face. He shifted where he was, lifting himself up. “Perhaps I should-”

Tristan grabbed him tightly, pulling him back down. “Don’t- don’t move,” he rasped. He winced as his lung stabbed at him, and he felt the mage’s back stiffen, saw his eyes widen in concern. Tristan let out a slow exhale, caressing Pavus’s sides under his robes. His muscles were tight underneath his smooth skin, and Tristan let his fingers glide over them, tracing the line that led to his navel with his thumb. “Let’s just take it slow.” He languidly ran his fist down the mage’s length, watching with keen eyes as his eyes rolled back and his lips parted on a moan. “I want to feel you. Really feel you.”

“Slow. Yes.” Pavus nodded, breathless. “I want to feel you, too. You feel so good. So hard. So thick. So-” He rocked against him, palms bracing on the ground on either side of Tristan’s head. He was moving slowly, infuriatingly slowly, but his pace did nothing to quell the roaring blaze of want that surged through him. If nothing else, it kindled it even more.

Tristan fumbled with the buttons and buckles of Pavus’s clothes as the mage rode him - what need was there for all these blasted buckles, anyway?- until he was blissfuly bare, his robes discarded beside them. Until he was hovering over him in nothing but his skin. And what a glorious skin that was - smooth like velvet, rich like caramel, catching the rays of the setting sun, glowing. Tristan dragged his palm down his torso, feeling the contours of his taut muscles. He sighed when he brushed his thumb over a raised nipple, the tight nub stiffening under his touch. Pavus’s teeth closed over Tristan’s bottom lip, his hand slithering in Tristan’s hair as he moaned, as he picked up his pace, lowering himself over and over on his cock. “Tristan,” he breathed, long fingers wrapping around his strands, pulling. “Oh, Tristan-”

His name, spoken in Pavus’s breathless voice, was enough to set his blood aflame. Before he could stop to think, he gripped the mage tightly, shifting his weight to flip him on his back. The wound nipped under the bandage, and he winced in pain, biting the inside of his lip.

The mage gaped at him. “Wait- your injury-” he started, but only managed to let out a loud moan when Tristan thrust eagerly back into him.

“Fuck my injury,” Tristan grunted, crashing his mouth against Pavus’ again, ignoring the pain in his side as their lips touched, chasing every other thought and sensation away. There was nothing else in the world but him, his velvet heat warming him to his very core, his scent that flooded his senses, the taste of him that lingered on his tongue when he brushed it over his throat. He pushed harder, as hard as he could, hooking an arm under his leg to burrow more of his cock inside him.

Pavus’s head fell back, his fingers digging into Tristan’s shoulder blades as Tristan drove himself deeper. The mage’s lips that pressed against the side of his neck, the streams of garbled sentences and curses that ran over Tristan’s skin as he reached down to stroke himself in time with Tristan’s thrusts, his eyes that rolled back with his climax, they were all too much, far too much. The heat and tension that had coiled in his gut burst into something white hot and blinding as he shuddered, letting the vibrations of Pavus's ecstasy wash through him.

Tristan collapsed on top of him, suddenly feeling every last bit of his strength leaving him. His limbs ached and trembled, and the skin at his sides tingled when Pavus ran his palms over it. With soft, careful movements, the mage rolled him on to his back, his fingers lingering on him for just a breath before sitting up to pull a blanket over them both. They lay next to each other for a long while, the chirping of the birds and their own breaths, gradually softening, the only sounds between them.

Tristan inhaled deeply, taking in the quiet of the moment. He watched Pavus from the corner of his eye, studying his languid movements. His heavy lids, fluttering softly. The thin film of sweat that still clung to his brow. He wondered idly whether it had all really happened, or whether the past half hour or so was part of a fever induced dream. A wonderful dream, yes, but a dream nonetheless.

Pavus shifted were he lay, curling his arm under his head. “You can just look at me, you know,” he said sleepily. “You don’t have to peek.”

Tristan frowned, turning away. “I am not peeking.”

“Yes, you are. You’ve been doing it ever since the moment you saw me.”

Tristan’s cheeks flared hot and bright, and he cleared his throat irritably. “I’ve been doing nothing of the sort.”

“For someone who prides themselves on their stealth skills, you’re not very subtle.”

Tristan rolled his eyes, huffing. “Are you always so mouthy, Pavus?”

“Well, of course I am,” the mage chuckled. “It’s one of my greatest assets. Something to which you yourself can attest.” He propped himself up on his elbow to fix him with a pointed look. “And, by the way, my name isn’t Pavus.”

“What?”

“My name. It’s not Pavus. It’s Dorian.”

“I know what your name is,” Tristan grumbled, pursing his lips. He felt like a petulant child all of a sudden.

“You know it, yet you never use it.” He leaned closer, brushing his nose over his. “Just try it. It’s not that difficult. Dorian. Do-ri-an.”

Tristan took a tremulous breath, resisting the urge to surge forward and run the flat of his tongue over those full, glistening lips. “Dorian,” he said after a brief moment of hesitation, poignantly drawing the vowels out. “There. Happy?”

“Very.” Dorian flashed him a wide smile, his finger tracing the raised scar on Tristan’s collarbone. “Now that we’ve learned the basics, we can move on to something more advanced, yes? Let’s start with… ‘You look positively splendid today, Dorian’. That’s always nice to hear. Or ‘I thoroughly enjoy your company, Dorian’. Or ‘Your wit and charm is unparalleled, Dorian’. Or…”

Tristan pulled him down for a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues twining. “You drive me mad, Dorian.”

Dorian laughed against his lips, pressing his body closer against his. “I love hearing that, too,” he whispered. “Especially when it comes from you.”

The days of travel until they got back to Vizima rolled by swiftly, much more swiftly than Tristan would have liked. Even more than he would care to admit. The long hours on the saddle by day, listening to Dorian’s voice, drinking in the sound of his laugh. The longer hours at night, when they lay together by the fire until the early morning rays found them. It was as if Tristan was in a constant dream-like haze, his mind filled with thoughts of him, the taste of him, the feel of him. Pure, unfiltered bliss. Ecstasy in slow motion.

When the tall towers of the palace of Vizima rose before them, it was as if someone had stabbed him in the spleen and left him for dead in a shallow ditch.

They didn’t exchange too many words as they solemnly rode through the town’s tidy cobblestone streets. The people parted when they passed, with quick, uneasy looks at Dorian’s magnificent horse, Tristan’s armour and the amulet hanging about his neck. A few even flinched when they met his eyes, praying to their gods under their breath.

Dorian’s expression was serious and grim when their horses’ hooves reached the stone bridge that arched over the deep, broad moat that separated the castle from the rest of the world. They both dismounted, reluctantly handing their reins to the stable boys that rushed out to get their steeds. Var Heid was already waiting for them by the inner courtyard. He gave them both a small bow, hawk like eyes examining them when he straightened back up.

“Was the gentlemen’s journey satisfactory?”

“As a matter of fact, it was,” Dorian said with a sickly sweet smile. “But it was also long and tiring. So, you will excuse us if we go straight to our rooms, yes? I could use a bath.”

Var Heid’s gaze fleeted to Tristan, no doubt taking in every detail of his appearance. “I can imagine,” he said flatly. “I am afraid this is not possible. The Emperor has requested to see you as soon as you arrive.”

“I see.” Dorian straightened up, brushing his palms over his robes, then shot Var Heid a contemptuous look. “Well? What are we waiting for?”

Var Heid sniffed as he turned around, leading them through the castle. Dorian rolled his eyes behind the steward’s back, his lips pursed in an annoyed frown. Damn it. He was beautiful even when he was irked. Perhaps even more so then.

A sharp pang of bitterness drove through Tristan as he followed him through the narrow corridors, secretly wishing for Var Heid to take the long way to the Emperor's office.

A short while later, Tristan was walking back out of the palace, his coin pouch significantly heavier than it was before. The sun was setting, casting its waning golden light upon the world as he made his way to the stables. Almond neighed softly when she saw him, chewing on some fresh straw. He reached out, stroking her forehead, letting his gaze drift past the stable window, over the tall mountains in the distance.

So. It was him, Almond and the vast Continent once more.

“We’ll manage, won’t we, girl?” he whispered. “We always do.”

“Are you talking to… your horse?”

Tristan turned around at the sound of Dorian’s voice. The mage was leaning against the door of the stables, watching him. A soft smile spread on his features, interest flashing in his sterling grey eyes.

“I spend a lot of time on the road by myself,” Tristan replied. “One develops certain habits when they’re alone for so long.”

Dorian chuckled softly, pushing himself off the door. He sauntered towards him, hips swaying ever so slightly. “My initial assessment of you was correct, it seems. You are sentimental.”

“So was mine,” Tristan retorted. “You are mouthy.”

“Was that really your initial assessment of me?”

They gazed at each other for a long moment before Dorian’s lips widened in a smile. Tristan let out a low, throaty laugh, letting his arms fall to his sides when Dorian took a step closer to him.

“So,” he said quietly, “this is it, isn’t it?”

Tristan's stomach tightened uneasily. Dorian's scent was hypnotizing, his lips so close to his, his eyes glittering, drawing him in. The light of the golden setting sun reflecting on his features, making him look as if he were aglow. Tristan ran his tongue over his bottom lip, suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to take him into his arms, pull him down atop the hay and make love to him until the sun rose again. “I believe it is.”

Dorian’s finger trailed down his arm, sending shivers through him everywhere it touched. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against his. Tristan closed his eyes, tasting the spices on his tongue, drawing on his focus to discern every detail, every hidden undertone, etching the memory firmly in his mind. They kissed gently for a long moment, light touches that made Tristan’s skin prickle.

“Drop by sometime, will you?” he murmured against his lips, pushing a lock of hair behind Tristan’s ear.

“That is not up to me,” Tristan replied, a tinge of sorrow in his voice. “Witchers go where destiny takes them.”

Dorian brushed his nose over his. “You might be able to figure something out,” he whispered. “If that is what you want.”

Tristan leaned into his touch, helplessly drawn to him. He wanted to be close to him, as close as he could, for as long as he could. He reached out, fingers skimming his waist, itching to pull him into a tight embrace. With a soft sigh, Dorian took a step back. He held his gaze firmly, silver meeting slitted amber.

“So long, Tristan of Toussaint,” he said with a small bow of his head. He turned around, pausing to shoot him a glance over his shoulder. “Don’t be a stranger.”

Tristan stared after him, long after his form had disappeared around the stable doors. “So long,” he whispered to the swiftly approaching dusk.

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