#Raven's short fics

[ravencincaide]

Men like flowers too 

Summary: When you get him flowers for valentines day, his reaction is far from what you expected OR sometimes taking a risk pays off. 

Pairing: fem! reader x Chuuya 

Requested by: @chuuyaswifeandhoe Thank you so much for your request, it was most certainly one of the more challenging ones for me. Still I hope this is at least a fraction of what you imagined 🩷

Warnings: cursing, reckless driving, very very light hint at possible sexual content

You did not know whether this was a good idea or if it would somehow make the already disappointing Valentine's turn a bitter-sour awkward experience as you missed the mark entirely. Twisted precious Japanese traditions into something western-influenced- but not really. All the while making a hot mess of yourself in the process.

But you were about to find out. 

Without a second thought, you opened the passenger side of the bright red sports car and you flopped down into the leather seats quickly and in-elegantly. You made sure you were inside the vehicle and ready to go before your beloved valentine had a chance to finish his textmessage. The second a low tsk’ made it past his lips followed with a half-hearted curse as his thumb brushed over the turn-off button of the small device, you made your move.

“ Here you go” Your voice was a sing-song purr as you stretched more like dump in his lap a box of especially imported wine infused chocolates and the exceptionally large and ridiculous bouquet of red and orange flowers tied together with a matching obnoxious ribbon that ended in a rosette. You tried to sound casual- like this was the most natural thing in the world for you to do as you reached towards the seatbelt. 

Still you watched Chuuya’s reaction closely.

First, the way his eyes widened, a mildly surprised expression clouded the otherwise focused and slightly work-annoyed look. Then his lips set into a straight line: a thin, displeased thing. As if you had just critiqued him to his face about something Chuuya had done but had not had the chance to show it off to you.Yet. 

An unjustified disappointment.  

“ Did you buy these for yourself, Sweetheart?” Before you could answer he leaned towards the passenger side, the flowers you got almost squashed between you two. His fingers grasped your chin and forced you to look him straight in the eyes. No escape from those piercing orbs. 

“ Y/N what did we say? You never buy flowers for yourself, Baby-girl. Especially not on fucking Valentines of all days- that is my job” he kept his voice low and leveled, yet the red of his eyes gave you an indication of how annoyed he was. No how angry he got at the mere thought that you consider him so incompetent so as to not get you flowers on the one day a year dedicated to love in western traditions.

Japanese traditions could go screw themselves. He was not about to do nothing for you while you showered him in chocolates of all shapes, makes, qualities and sizes. 

“ They’re for you, silly” you replied with a small nervous smile tugged on the corners of your lips. However your nervous smile was quickly replaced with an amused one as you watched his eyes widen, returning back to stunning blue as he shifted them away from you and down towards the flowers between you. They widened as they landed on the petals, getting bent in between your bodies. Quickly he moved back and placed the flowers down onto his lap while he cleared his throat in silent apology. His mind obviously searched for something to say that was not the typical flat ‘thank you’ yet it came up empty. Much to his own frustration and your satisfaction. And the pink tint on his cheeks served as the cherry on top. 

This reaction was not one you would forget anytime soon. 

“ Uh-huh thanks– ahh what the heck” Chuuya started the car without warning before he pulled out of the mall parking lot, his speed double the legal limit. You rushed to get your seatbelt on in the meantime. 

The second you turned your eyes back to the road you realized something. 

“ C-chuu this isn’t the way to the Head Quarters” you gasped as he pulled out into the highway. Had your orders changed while you were collecting his gift? No, they hadn’t, you realized in horror as his lips pulled up into a smirk, while one of his hands let go of the steering wheel and dropped into your lap, giving your thigh a loving squeeze. It was a hint as to what was to come once he finally got you home. Before you could reason with him, said hand started moving upwards,drawing a startled “ Chuuya!” from your lips.

Author note: Happy Valentines day! I hope this request fullfilled your expectations. I'm aware this is not as smooth as my usual ones but I still hope it drew a smile from your lips!

This was the last SFW fic for today. The remaining three will fall within the NSFW category. So for some of you, Raven's special is coming to an end with this fic. I hope you have enjoyed and thank you all who have participated and send requests 🩷

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[punishing-eden]

Short-Fic

Lee (Palefire/Entropy)

Tags: comfort fic, short

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"You know, of you don't get much sleep, your hair is going to fall out."

Lee approached you, looking down at you sitting on the stairway. Your face was hidden in your arms resting on your knees.

Usually, you would answer Lee whenever he speaks to you. Yet, this time, you simply don't feel like it. You just want to be alone for a while.

"..." Lee continued to stare at you. Your lack of answer made him feel awkward. You are not known to reply with silence when he asks about your well being. Not knowing what was going on in your mind, the construct only looked at you.

"Are you working late again?" he asked. This time his tone was a little softer. You still didn't answer back.

"You are feeling unwell?"

"..."

Your silence got Lee a little worried, he knew you were not ill; he gave you a body scan, but he knew you must be upset about something.

"...[Y/N], if you need something..." He said, and went to join you, sitting on the steps next to you, "I will be sitting right here."

You didn't answer.

"I am not going anywhere..." Lee added.

True to his word, Lee stayed by your side, silently offering company with his presence. He figured there was nothing he could say that would magically make you feel better. However, he knows how to be your support, just like how he does during your missions together.

Staying by your side, is what he does best.

[lilac-ravenclaw]

The Picnic 🧺

Sebastian Sallow x f!MC, (Raven Fawlty)

Summary: Just a couple weeks before their sixth year starts, Sebastian takes Raven on a picnic and finally tells her how he feels.

Content Notes: Fluff💕, brief mentions of abuse.

Word Count: 3,083

Author’s Notes: Been thinking about this little story for quite sometime, and apologizes for me taking forever to post it! Thank you so much @justadreamer20 for taking the time to proofread, I really appreciated it! I know this story isn’t perfectly written, so would love some feedback. I have an idea for another short story that I will start soon. There are references from the movies Annie (1982) and Matilda (1996)(anyone remember Ms. Trunchbull’s Chokey room?). Thanks so much for reading!✨

They had been hiking for quite awhile and even though Raven was a bit tired it did not matter because she was with her dearest friend, Sebastian, again after weeks of being apart. She had not left on the train after the school year ended like most of her friends did, but instead used her new shop in Hogsmeade as a place to stay for the summer. With all the practice she had in the Room of Requirement, conjuring the shop with a living area and bedrooms for her and Penny was simple.

Sebastian said he needed some time to think and reflect about everything that happened last school year. As much as she wished she wanted to see him, she respected his wishes. With Penny running the shop most of the time, it was easy to also get some much-needed alone time as well. Everything had changed in just a year... from simply being an orphan to finding out she was a witch and going to Hogwarts. Also being able to wield Ancient Magic. On top of all that, dealing with a goblin rebellion. That doesn’t even include helping countless others and trying to catch up with four years worth of studies.

The past several weeks was certainly a nice break from all the chaos and hardships experienced. She was used to solitude from the orphanage. Her caretaker usually isolated her for her disobedience. Then, there was mourning the loss of Professor Fig. He was the first person to believe in her and had quickly become a father figure. Therefore, she understood why Sebastian needed and wanted time to himself.

“Are we there yet?” Raven hollered at Sebastian who was ahead of her. She was now regretting wearing a dress for such an occasion, but in teenage boy fashion, Sebastian had not specified that they would be hiking to their destination.

Raven noticed Sebastian had certainly grown more over summer. Definitely grown more, she told herself.

“Shut it,” Raven abruptly hushed herself as if anyone heard her thoughts.

“What was that?” He turned his head towards her while still walking.

“Nothing!” Raven quickly called back. Merlin, keep it together woman.

Even though she had not grown much since she was 13, she still noticed how much he had changed. That boy she first met last year was almost gone, and he was turning into a man. Especially with his strides being longer compared to hers, therefore, she felt she needed to take extra steps just to keep up.

“Just a bit further, we’re almost at the top!” he turned to see she was a bit behind and stopped for a moment to wait for her to catch up. “Why are you all the way back there?” he teased her.

“Oh, you know, I just love making you wait for me. Sorry I cannot take troll size steps like you.”

Sebastian made a soft laugh, “Or maybe you’re just too dainty and small. How do you expect to keep fighting poachers or Dark Wizards if they can see right over your head?”

“You of all people should know I’m not dainty. I have crushed enough poachers AND Dark Wizards with ease,” Raven countered with a slight smile and raised her head as high as she could, finally catching up to him.

“You’re right, you are not dainty. I’ve seen you fight and to be honest… you can be quite terrifying. Yet completely brilliant.” He stared right at her, Merlin I have missed those eyes, he thought, without breaking eye contact for what felt like ages. She stared right back, blushing, and was trying to think of something to say but before she could he continued with, “But you’re still small though.” Sebastian said, clearing his throat and turning to continue walking. Not before Raven nudged him with her elbow.

As they continued on the trail, it was finally starting to even out and they were now walking on a plateau. The sun was getting lower but with no trees on top of this mountain there was plenty of light for a couple more hours.

“Why didn’t we just fly up here?” Raven asked, still regretting wearing a dress.

“Because half the fun is getting there. Wouldn’t be much of a surprise!”

As they kept walking, Raven could start to see Hogwarts coming into view in the distance. Hogsmeade was just below them, yet it still felt so far away with all the hiking.

“This is where we’ll stop,” Sebastian said as he put down his backpack and started pulling out a large blanket and draping it over the grass.

With a sigh of relief, Raven put down her pack and took out some tea he asked her to bring from Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. She brought some iced spearmint tea and lemon slices, which was perfect for a warm summer day. As Raven sat down and was taking off her shoes Sebastian continued to take out more items from his pack, some chicken salad sandwiches, deviled eggs, and some fruit salad.

“Did you make all this?” Raven asked, surprised.

“Yes, my mum would teach Anne how to prepare and cook when we were younger. I paid attention.”

They both sat down on the large blanket and stared at the sun setting behind the castle. It looked like a painting with all the vibrant oranges, reds, and yellows glowing in the sky, the castle just a darkened silhouette and the distant sounds coming from town. The last of the sun’s rays were sparkling along the Black Lake. As they were walking up Raven realized that she had been to this very spot before. It had been a couple of months, but she would fly her broom to the top of this mountain every so often and just look out at the landscape to think. But being here with Sebastian for the first time, it felt different. She did not want to ruin how happy he looked to have planned this, much like how she didn’t want to ruin their friendship if she told him how she really felt about him.

“I would like to learn how to cook. There wasn’t much opportunity at the orphanage as I was usually cleaning the linens/clothes. Then I came to Hogwarts and well… even less opportunity.”

“A Ravenclaw wanting to learn more?” He said, pretending to be shocked. “I’ll have to teach you.”

“Ooh would you please, Chef Sallow?” she said sarcastically, batting her eyes at him.

They both laughed and went back to staring at the view ahead. Indulging in the picnic treats and iced tea. They discussed what their schedules would be like and what career paths they might choose.

“To be honest I’m not too sure...” Sebastian said. “I spent so long trying to find a cure for Anne... I forgot to do things for myself. To think about things for myself… and now… I do not know if she will ever speak to me again after…”

“I am so sorry about what happened. You only tried to do your best and what you thought was best. I don’t know Anne very well, but I feel that she will come around. She just needs time. Solomon should have been more supportive and helpful. Instead, he was cruel and projected whatever problems he had onto both of you. That was not fair.” As Raven paused for a moment, staring at the blanket, Sebastian turned to look at her waiting for her next words. “Some people can only dream of having a family, having people to love and support you… some people will never have that.”

She could feel the tears forming on her eyes, but she quickly brushed them away. He knew she was referring to herself, it suddenly hit him how selfish he had been until that point. He knew he was in love with her, oh if he only had the courage to tell her. He knew her habits, her quirks, her laugh, her perfume, the way her dark hair falls so perfectly around her face… He knew all those things, yet he didn’t truly know her. Her past and her life before Hogwarts. He knew she lived in a muggle orphanage, and she ran away after something bad happened before Professor Fig found her. She had only spoken of it in passing before but he never questioned it, as he was so caught up in his own problems most of the time.

Since he first saw her walk into the Great Hall he was captivated. Then there was their trip to Hogsmeade, where he had spoken to Professor Weasley beforehand and offered to help her should she need it. Little did he know he would be called upon that same day to escort her to town. It was then he noticed the lovely lilac color of her eyes when the sun hit them exactly right. The way they shimmered and were so happy that day. Much like how they were shimmering right now with the sun getting lower, however, right now there was a sadness to them. He could not help but feel it was partly because of him and the pain he had caused her last year.

“I’m sorry…,” Sebastian said quietly, as Raven kept staring at the blanket, tracing the earth tone plaid pattern details with her eyes.

“It’s all right… it’s not your fault—” Raven began, but he cut her off suddenly.

“No, I’m so sorry. I feel like the whole time we have known each other I haven’t taken the time to ask about you. You have done everything to help me without even questioning it and I feel like I have not been a particularly good…,” he struggled to find the right word but landed on, “friend at the end of it all. Please know I am always here for you Raven.”

She looked at him from the corner of her eye, her heart beating a bit harder. You have been the best of friend to me, she thought. She noticed how he paused before saying “friend” but didn’t read too much into it. He probably did just mean ‘friend.’ “Well, what would you like to know?”

He thought for a moment, “What is your favorite book?”

She was a little taken back by the question, honestly no one had asked, nor had she given it much thought. She loved all sorts of books, Wuthering Heights, Frankenstein, ironically, Lois the Witch. But there was one piece of text she always went back to. “Well, if I had to pick a book it would be Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. But as for my favorite piece to read it would have to be The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe. It was first published on the 29th of January… which, as you know, happens to be my birthday,” she said a little proudly.

Sebastian sat there frozen in total shock because he did not know when her birthday was. “Oh yes of course!” He played it off casually. Merlin’s beard, you are such a bastard, he thought to himself. He also noted to himself to find this poem and read it.

“What about you? What is your favorite piece of literature?” She asked.

“Well to be honest I don’t remember when the last time I read an enjoyable book. I have spent too much time reading tomes, scrolls and other research papers to help my sister. Plus, with studying I lost track. I’ll have to get back to you on that one.”

They had gone back and forth asking each other questions before he started asking more serious ones.

“What was it like at the muggle orphanage?”

Raven paused for a moment. She had not thought of that place in a long time that it almost felt like a lifetime ago. Someone else’s life perhaps. “It was… grim, to say the least. It was all girls there, and we had basic studies such as reading and writing. Ms. Tilcott would give the older kids to other families to work for as servants. That’s how she got the money for the building, but she mostly kept it for herself. When we weren’t working, she would… discipline us if we were ‘out of line.’ There was a small closet in her office that smelled so bloody fowl and had nails sticking out in different directions. She would always find someone to punish and leave them in there for hours. I found myself in there most days. All because I couldn’t stand to see her beat any of the smaller kids.”

Sebastian was tense with anger. His knuckles white from how furious he was just thinking about it.

“Did you know any of your family from before?”

“I did not, I was there since I can remember. I didn’t even have a real name when I was left there. Ms. Tilcott had to give me one. ‘Faulty’ is what she would call me. Because of my appearance…,” she gestured at her eyes, “and abandonment. ‘Why would anyone want to adopt you,’ she would tell me.”

How could anyone think she was “faulty”? Why would she keep that name? She was the most incredible woman he’s ever known. Fearless, headstrong, smart, always called him out if he was being a twat, yet so gentle and kind. Part of him wanted to know where this hell hole was and give this Ms. Tilcott a taste of her own medicine.

“So, your last name…?”

She knew what he was getting at. “I know it’s spelled wrong, all part of Ms. Tilcott’s plan to humiliate me. I kept it because I wanted to prove I was worthy. Maybe someday I will mean something to someone.”

You mean everything to me; he thought letting out a long sigh to himself.

They sat in silence for a few moments as Raven knew he was thinking about his next question. “Why did you let me cast Crucio on you?”

The memory quickly flashed in Raven’s mind and of the pain the spell caused. “Because… because we needed to get out. We would have been trapped down there. I couldn’t ask Ominis to cast the spell let alone suffer through it again. You had only just taught me the spell, so you casting it on me was the obvious choice.” She turned to face Sebastian, “I couldn’t do that to….” She trailed off and went back to look at the sun. Which is just sitting on the horizon now.

Sebastian moved a little closer still staring at her. “It still pains me that I did that to you. That’s my fault. I should’ve been better as I was so selfish then. I didn’t truly mean it, only enough to get us out of there. I couldn’t stand inflicting that much pain onto you even for just those few moments. I am so sorry.”

The sun finally finished dropping below the horizon. The stars were becoming more visible, some lights were shining from the town now. “Sebastian, it is ok. I’m all right. We are alive because of it and— “

He interrupted her again and placed his hand on top of hers moving closer to her. “I sound so repetitive… again I’m so sorry darling.” Raven could feel the tears building up again.

‘Darling’? Is that what he just said? she thought.

“You have done everything for me. I can never repay you.” He gave her hand a light squeeze and she reciprocated. “You are incredible and have overcome so much. I don’t deserve your kindness or friendship. I have done quite a lot of thinking over the summer…” She turned her head to look at him, but Sebastian was now staring at the blanket. Raven could feel her heart pounding and she had to remind herself to keep breathing as she waited for his next words. “I made a lot of mistakes last year. Everyone tried to tell me to stop but I was too bloody stubborn to listen. Without even knowing me you risked so much.” He looked up at her and gently caressed her cheek. Stop being a coward and just tell her, he told himself. “I’m not sure how much longer I can go without telling you how much you terrify me. You appeared out of nowhere and I was enamored with you before I could truly admit it to myself. Not being with you over summer was quite difficult because I love you, Raven.”

It felt like time had stopped and she truly forgot to breathe. Raven could feel the tears pooling on her eyes as she sat there in disbelief but so happy to hear him say he needed her as much as she needed him. All this time, he felt the same way.

The distance sounds of Hogsmeade and crickets chirping were filling the evening air. Sebastian was feeling more nervous the longer the quite lasted. He looked deep into her lilac eyes getting lost in them; he could stare at those eyes forever. “…Sweetheart?” he broke her rapid train of thought and brought her back down from the clouds.

She was trembling lightly and kept opening her mouth trying to find the words. “I… I feel the same way Seb. If I had to do it all over again, I would not change anything. I loved you since you took the blame in the library. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

With a feeling of relief and joy, he placed both hands on her cheeks and brushed the tears away with his thumbs as she closed her eyes in comfort. To Raven his hands felt so warm and safe. He stared at her for a moment before kissing her gently, and he could feel her cheeks forming into a smile. His kiss felt like a small electric current running through her body.

They touched foreheads as he continued, “There no need to cry, my love.”

“I’m sorry I’m just so happy. I have dreamt of this moment for so long. When did you know?” she asked.

“I have loved you since you threw my arse off the Dueling Table. I didn’t think love at first sight was possible.” Raven snorted a breathy laugh.

“You do not have to feel alone anymore. I am not going anywhere. I hope I am not out of line by saying someday you will not have the name ‘Fawlty’ anymore. I will make sure of that.”

[rumoredtoexist]

guys how do we feel about a short pynch fic where the bases of it is ronan mostly trying to get adam to lose The Game™️?

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Gansey pov chapter. The trc + td3 gang reads Chapter 10 of The Raven Boys.

[sarahshot1st]

"I hate you!" Raven screamed, hurling a bowling ball at the infuriating firebrand.

"Aw, you know you love me," Cinder cooed, easily dodging the projectile on jets of flame.

"I. Do. NOT!"

The Branwen chieftess punctuated the statement by slamming her fist into the rack, causing a half-dozen heavy ceramic balls to flick up into the air. A few quick strikes of her sword - drawn in the blink of an eye - left the spheres cloven in half, making them more susceptible to the gust of wind she summoned with her Maiden powers.

Cinder laughed, turning aside the attacks with bursts of superheated air. She danced around in the air, playful, inviting, and Raven rose to meet her.

"Next time I see your daughter, I'll tell her you're alive and well - just as much the selfish prick she remembers."

Raven felt an uncontrollable spike of anger flash through her. The power burning from her eyes flared to life as she growled:

"You stay away from Yang, you bitch."

"Oh but of course, that's how you raise a child, isn't it? By ignoring them?"

Raven screamed, an incoherent howl of rage. She dashed forward, swinging Omen in a brutal arc that could have easily decapitated three ordinary foes - but Cinder was no ordinary foe. Her own blade formed in her hands as she raised them to intercept the attack, and there was an explosion of sparks as the two weapons met.

What followed was a devastating series of blows, faster than the eye could track. Raven cycled through each of Omen's dust cartridges, attacking with Ice, Gravity, Lightning, and Hard-Light in an attempt to keep her opponent off-guard. Cinder, however, was familiar by now with the unique properties of Raven's blade, and adapted her own weapons each time to counter Raven's attacks. Eventually the chieftess settled on Fire, her blade burning with a wicked glow that matched Cinder's own. The exchange ended with their swords crossed, each struggling to overpower the other.

The pyromaniac grinned wickedly. "You can pretend you hate me all you want, Raven - but the portal you used to come here tells the truth. You can only bond them to people you have a strong emotional connection to - isn't that right?"

"I find hatred to be the strongest emotion of them all," Raven spat. "I keep one on Qrow so I can keep track of his bullshit."

"Well, if you ever decide to do something about that bothersome brother of yours, hit me up, will you? I've got a score to settle with that drunkard too."

Raven pulled back, huffing condescendingly. "You know what? Fine. That's actually the most reasonable suggestion you've made all night."

Cinder smirked. "We'll call it a date then."

Raven's face contorted into a snarl. "Fuck. YOU."

"Fuck me yourself."

"RAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHHHHHH-"

***

"So how'd the date go?" Vernal asked innocently.

Raven strolled out of the portal, not even sparing her lieutenant a second glance. "Shut it, Vernal."

"Yes ma'am." She didn't even try to hide her smile.

***

"You know, I don't know what you see in that woman," Watts said, voice laced with ridicule.

Cinder smiled. "I think she likes me."

"Oh please," the lanky man scoffed, not even bothering to turn from the ensemble of Scrolls he had laid out in front of him. "Every time the two of you meet, you inevitably end up holding swords to each other's throat. That is hardly what I'd call a romantic display of affection."

"And that just shows how little you know of romance. Swordplay has always been considered a suitable form of foreplay - or have you forgotten how our Mistress and her lover courted?"

Watts sniffed. "I'd hardly call theirs a model for a healthy relationship."

"And what would you know of relationships?" Cinder asked, waving a dismissive hand as she strolled through Evernight Castle. "You can't ever be bothered to become entangled with someone - always so busy with your toys. Face it, Watts." She paused, eyeing the back of Watts' always-impeccable suit. "You're a sigma."

"Just because I prioritize our Lady's goals over my own pursuits doesn't make me a 'sigma,' as you so crassly put it." The mustachioed man finally spun around in his chair to face Cinder directly. "My work is more important than any simple 'fling'."

"I see. Well then, I suppose there's no need to tell you I received an update from Tyrian this morning."

"What? Where is he? How is he doing? Is he all right?" The questions tumbled out of Watts' mouth faster than Cinder could answer, and he stood so quickly that his chair nearly toppled over.

Cinder smiled. "Deranged, psychotic, and nihilistic - in other words, Tyrian's doing just fine."

Cinder's tone was knowing, and Watts actually had the decency to blush. "Yes, well, that is very good. I worry about him when he's out on his own, given his penchant for self-inflicted pain. Do make sure he doesn't hurt himself."

"I'll be sure to tell him you asked after him."

[charlottedabookworm]

I expected your pjo fic to be angsty and I was not disappointed!

lol yeah its not a surprise really

[trifoliate-undergrowth]

Ives/Toffler manifesto

Toffler watches over him and prays for him (and is SO PSYCHED to do so! Praying! His main Thing!) when he first arrives.

Toffler helps him get dressed when he dramatically jumps out of bed naked (and I could be mistaken but I feel like Toffler makes a shocked noise when he uh reveals himself.)

Toffler's so excited that Ives is awake that he's reduced to skidding up to Hart and Boyd and just sort of happily jumping in place to announce the news.

On the hike to the cave, while everyone shares a tent Ives suggests a rhyme for Toffler's hymn that he's working on and Toffler is just elated about it and Ives smiles slightly.

Ives can't resist the tantalizing smell of his blood after he gets injured thus the "HE WAS LICKING MEEEE" scene.

And then of course the creepy cannibalistic homoeroticism of Ives chasing him through the woods and eating him! This is the homoerotic cannibalism movie after all!

[the-everqueen]

new chapter of gay coworkers is up. feat. Lucienne for all the Loosh lovers out there.

[wangxianficrecs]

The Sweetest Side Of Our Choices by Preludian_Staves

The Sweetest Side Of Our Choices

by Preludian_Staves

T, 2k, wangxian

Summary: Though wary of their guests on a mountain of death, rumors are ignored when the Yiling citizens have a different reaction to their arrival.

Kay's comments: What a lovely little story where Wei Wuxian and the Wens get taken in by the citizens of Yiling with a side of secretely already established Wangxian! I'm very weak for stories where the people of Yiling look at Wei Wuxian and the Wens and decide: they are ours now. So, this was a lovely treat for me! Featuring Wei Wuxian's corvid companions!

Excerpt: They knew the moment Wei-gongzi finally noticed their eyes on him, as he froze and slowly turned to stare tensely back at the people watching him. The young raven on his shoulder cawed softly, beating its wings against the air threateningly before Wei-gongzi, without breaking the staring contest, stuffed a bunch of seeds from the folds of his muddied robes into the creature's beak to quiet it down while keeping his eyes on them.

canon-divergence, wen remnants, yiling settlement days, found family, secret relationship, established relationship, relationship reveal, everybody lives, citizens of yiling, pov outsider, ravens, @preludianstaves

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[altruistic-meme]

chapter 11 is finally done!!! YAY!!!!! please enjoy as i curl up and relax for a little

[ravencincaide]

Just a cake

Summary:  What was supposed to be a sweet innocent question aimed at gaining a sliver of Chuuya’s attention spiraled out of control. It shook the foundation of your relationship and everything you thought you knew. Indeed with one innocent question you lost it all- and yet saved yourself two decades of suffering all in one go. 

Pairing: Fem reader x Chuuya Nakahara 

Inspired by Raven’s special anon request: Chuuya says something that hurts the reader and she leaves. 

Warnings: Cursing, verbal argument, angst

Enjoy~

“ Can I ask for a birthday cake for my birthday?” 

Your tone was light and playful, almost joking- a stupid question meant to lighten the focused mood in the dark, stuffy, paperwork-filled office. A silent cry for a sliver of his attention, just a tiny reassurance that despite the heavy workload which plagued your lives, that he still cared enough not to forget about your important day. You envisioned that Chuuya would pull you into his lap. Then he’d kiss your skin in between bites of bento that you just brought to him just moments earlier. You envisioned a sweet promise that he had already ordered the best cake in Yokohama. or that he would tap your nose with a gloved finger while he demanded to know what kind of boyfriend you thought he was. 

Especially when all you asked for this year was a cake and homemade dinner.  Just a little time together in the privacy of your home.  You and him without praying eyes. Just you and him. Just you, the special news and–

“ Hmff what kinda cake do you want?” you flinched at his tone and paused in the middle of sorting paperwork, unsure whether you heard him right. Your eyes flickered upwards to meet Chuuya’s narrowed ones. Clear frustration itched into his face “ Tell me now the kind you want, doll. Or I’ll just pick something up on the way” You bit your lip. You knew you did not want just ‘something’; a day-old cake from the bakery, or a generic one from any grocery store still open once he got off work. You wanted a cake picked with time and care, selected with you in mind. The type of dedication he’d show whenever he got wine for his friends' birthdays. The warm kind of affection he’d shower you in on good days. The picture perfect generous and loving boyfriend in the eyes of others. 

“ Don’t bother,” you answered without anger. “ With that attitude, I’ll fix it myself.” You felt his narrowed eyes glare at you, but you did not spare him a second glance. You were afraid that his expression would make the burning rod of anger explode and escalate the situation further. 

Neither of you needed that now. 

“ Oj I said I’ll fix it” Chuuya snapped back “ Just stop fuckin asking about it constantly.” 

His comment was the wrong thing to say. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, the words that made the anger in your stomach spike into an uncontrollable fury. “ You know what? Don't bother getting me anything!” you hissed “ I don’t need a goddamn thing from you.” 

“ What the hell is your fuckin issue?” Chuuya’s fist made contact with the table, his action made the stack of your newly sorted paperwork slide down towards the floor “ You’ve been having a goddamn attitude lately, the hells your problem?!” 

“ I don’t know, maybe if you actually took your time to come home once in a while you’d know!” your palms hands slammed against the table in equally furious fashion. 

Chuuya let out a growl- bit back the insult at the tip of his tongue. Still his words came out just as sharp as before, if not more painful, blaming “ Do you even understand my financial role? Or do you think my apartment gets paid for by itself, just like the wine and other ‘necessities’?-” You opened your mouth, ready to snap back that he had himself to blame for refusing to take a damned penny off your hands. He had no right to blame you when you had offered to pay time and time again only for him to stuff the money right back into your hand. But he did not let you speak. No, Chuuya kept going, not finished in his fury-filled trade. “ - Besides who the fuck would want to come home to someone constantly ungratefully pissy, hmm?” 

“If that’s how you’re feeling then we shouldn’t be together at all” your voice was just shy of a scream, your eyes full of humiliated anger. There was one thing to be pissy because of work related stress but this was crossing boundaries even Chuuya would normally stay clear of. 

Not today. 

“ Maybe you’re fucking right about that doll!” Chuuya didn't yell. Yet his words echoed loudly, louder than any other sound in his god forsaken office.  

You felt like you were slapped. The fight left your system with one big exhale. Your shoulders slumped and you bowed your head. Hands returned to your sides, balled into tight fists. 

Chuuya waited for you to say something. When you didn’t he let out a long sigh and turned back to the papers in front of him. You heard the way he picked up his pen, the scratches of the tip against the pristine papers “ I’ll send someone with you to get your things.” 

“ Don’t bother, I don’t need or want jack-shit from you” you turned on your heel and headed in the direction of the office door. 

Chuuya spoke again before you could leave his office; “ Don’t bother coming back to the Mafia. You’re relieved of your duties.” 

A sense of dread filled you but you were too proud to show it. Your lips set into a thin line as your hand lingered on the doorknob. “ As you wish. Don’t come crying to me when you’ll regret this later.” you spat then snuck out of the room right before Chuuya’s fury could reach you. 

You closed the office door just in time to hear something smash against it behind you, presumably the half eaten bento you had taken such time and care to prepare for him. Made his favourite things and brought it over for him too. 

Fucking ungrateful bastard. 

 A dull frozen feeling set  in your body- your mind hadn’t processed what had just transpired. Could not understand how you had lost everything; your home, your job, your lover and your life over a simple question. A request for something other than a last minute generic cake for your upcoming birthday. 

Still as you sat down in your car and pulled out of the Port Mafia parking lot for the last time in your life you couldn’t help the tears that streamed down your cheeks. The suffocating heartache- but also the tiny bit of relief that bloomed in your chest. The relief at the fact that the bloodthirsty executive of the Mafia finally showed his true colours- true thoughts- about you. Blamed you for the fact that you had stayed home from work during the past weeks. Blamed you for the insufferable act of wanting your partners attention. No, he was your ex partner and that was for the better. 

It was better that you broke up now than if something similar happened in the next weeks. Or so you told yourself. A few days from now you would have told him the truth and then you would have been trapped with him. By him. A caged bird with no chance to escape. No you should be happy, thankful that he decided to finally show the ugly of his character. 

Murderer unable to handle a heart. 

As similar thoughts ran through your mind, you couldn’t help the almost manic smile that appeared on your lips as you drove further and further away from the life you knew. After all, you were certain Chuuya would come to regret this decision in the future. 

But by then it would be too late. 

Your eyes flickered to the passenger seat where a large, obnoxious gift bag sat. With huge golden letters it spelled out “congratulations” and from it peeked out a shirt with the words; 

You’re going to be a dad…

Author note: And Chuuya would most certain regret his actions ...

Hope you enjoyed this little special addition to Raven's special that's the lengths of an actual fic. Yes I've had it prepared in advance and used this as an excuse to publish it. Hope this angst hurt just a tiny bit more than the previous. Don't forget to check Raven's masterlist! and wait for the next Special ;) ©ravencincaide 2024. Do not copy/repost/translate or spread my work(s) without my explicit permission. If you see any of my work(s) reposted/copied anywhere else without my consent, please inform me!

[viole-santori]

NRC EARLY DAYS - DRABBLE #1

This drabble takes place in the earliest parts of Des' story when they are new to Night Raven College along with Sebek Zigvolt. This is not long after the ceremony in which Yuu arrives in Twisted Wonderland.

Viole was known for being scary, as all of Diasomnia was. They supposed it was simply the nature of their dorm. Back home, in Briar Valley, things were different than they were here. As Sebek, Silver, and Malleus were adjusting, as was Viole. They found that the only person from the valley who seemed adjusted to the modernity of Sage Island was Lilia. But Lilia was not a normal case, they supposed.

“It is a strange thing to experience,” they told themself softly, noting they were alone.

I may not be as old as Lilia or even Malleus but I feel as though this place is years different from home.

They walked along the fence line of the school courtyard, running their fingertips against the greenery as they did so. It was moments like this that they enjoyed, calmly exploring the school and feeling at home among the plants and animals that called the campus home.

I wonder if Silver-senpai and Sebek feel the same way I do…

The thought of their classmates pulled them from the peaceful state they had lulled themself into. If they wanted to know, should they ask? Sebek was not so harsh to them as they were not human. Silver might answer if he was not so sleepy. They briefly considered asking their housewardens as well, but Lilia was unlikely to feel any type of way similar to those as young as them and Malleus was always missing.

If I could find the prince… I might ask him. He is a wise prince.

They sighed as they remembered a promise from the previous day.

I need to meet with Sebek. We were going to patrol together for my training.

Their posture straightened as they moved to head toward Diasomnia to meet with Sebek. He would be cross if they were late. Viole was determined, though it might not look like it, to impress their upperclassmen and Sebek, to prove that they were as much of a guard as anyone else.

“No distractions,” they reminded themself as they walked. Little did they know that a distraction was right around the corner, and his name was Deuce Spade.

Thank you for reading! 🦂

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[neoninky]

Hello everyone~ hope y’all are doing alright. I missed the Tweel’s birthday but for funsies and writing practice, I decided to write a short story about them...or more specifically their kids lol. Yes, that is correct - this is a story about the 2nd Gen Octatrio, focusing mostly on Floyd’s son, Calico Leech. Hope y’all enjoy - feel free to reblog and share it with others. Tagging: @iscarlettappel @foxwitchaine @aiimee9 @wysteriadelights @nuitthegoddess @victoria1676​ @1ndigowitch​ @ladyrosemoon​ @literally anyone else who might be interested lol

[ravenelyx]

I feel like shit. And what do we do when we feel like shit?

We write a fic about our favourite character comforting us when we feel like shit

[nexus-nebulae]

found my ancient mp3 player recently. finally found a charger for it and plugged it in. and remembered i found a yt playlist of the whole httyd movie chopped up into like 20 videos and i downloaded the mp3s of all of them to listen to on the school bus. which is why i can effortlessly quote the whole first movie now