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[saijspellhart]

We Danced Anyway

Written by: me (Saij Spellhart)

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Uther x Lyn (Hector’s older brother and Lyndis)

Fandoms: Fire Emblem the Blazing Sword (Blade)

Summary: Lyn travels to Ostia to negotiate a political marriage to Hector. They’re friends, comrades, and their union will strengthen both Caelin and Ostia. The union made sense. Uther couldn’t be happier for his younger brother. That is, until Uther meets Lady Lyndis.

As a mutual attraction blossoms, they both find it increasingly more difficult to stay away from each other.

(Uther falls for his younger brother’s fiancée, and equally Lyn has it bad for Hector’s older brother.)

Warnings: forbidden romance, age difference, infidelity, mature content, sickness. (Uther has TB, and Lyn is not repulsed by it.)

I wrote this first and foremost for my husband. He gave me the idea through a conversation we had about Uther, and was supportive throughout the process of writing it. As of posting this, I’ve already written out the entire fic aside from the last chapter. So updates will be frequent and timely.

[kaitheenbydoesthings]

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

@violetsdaisy 😭 this is gonna be interesting lol 💖

I don't have a lot of fanworks, most will be OCs.. And a lot of those haven't been touched in a while but maybe this will help fix that

Untitled Dryad fic

Mystical Bonds

The Mighty Fall

Curse prompt

"Bite me"

Realisation

E&R

Verany

Tagging people but as always, you don't have to participate! 💖

@saijspellhart

@c-l-y-d-e

@catlady1986

@friendshipgun

@sigridhawke

@cloudsmachinations

@shewithoutrain

@atems-leather-pants

[lord0f]

Just finished this lovely commission for @saijspellhart illustrating a moment from their fic Chained to You, which can be read HERE!

Thanks so much for the opportunity to illustrate for your writing, it’s always a pleasure to work with writers.

CHAINED TO YOU

Rating: T

Pairing: puzzleshipping

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“CAN I?”

Yugi stopped, he'd only just backed up to the bathroom. "Can you what?"

"PREPARE YOU FOR WORK. I USED TO DO IT OFTEN."

Gears turned and clicked, and stuck, then turned again in Yugi's brain. He opened his mouth, inhaled, pressed his lips together then exhaled slowly through his nose. "Those mornings, when I couldn't remember getting up and ready for work, just sort of woke up already set to go…that was you, wasn't it?"

[bastetwastaken]

Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @nedjemetsenen

Rules: Write the last sentence you wrote on your WIP, and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence!

“You have me.” He spoke the words against Atems lips with a soft smile.

Let your imaginations run wild with that line <3

Tagging, but no pressure friends: @saijspellhart @puzzl-d @sesshy380 @artofnovagenesis @vixxxfiction

[resuri-art]

Last Line Tag Game

Both @sesshy380 and @bakawitch tagged me, thank you <3

Rules: Write the last sentence you wrote on your WIP, and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence!

Then Bakura suddenly looked away and removed their hands from Marik.

Tagging @kitsunefaux @sadistikitteh @crush3dmary @tenderwulf @saijspellhart @worldendercharles and anyone wanting to do it!

[nedjemetsenen]

Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @duelistkingdom!

Rules: Write the last sentence you wrote on your WIP, and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence!

Saw this tag, remembered what I'd been writing, and went, "oh boy..."

You will never see your home again.

...coming soon to an AO3 near you? Can't give more context without massive spoilers! (It's another Miraculous one, btw. The brain rot is real. This is my first time writing the whole fic before publishing and it's been an interesting experience!)

Tagging: @writewolf90 @saijspellhart @sturionic @bastetwastaken @xauroraxborealisx @5cs-fanart-and-misc @c-l-y-d-e

Feel free to play or ignore the tag!

[sigridhawke]

Last Line Tag

Tagged by @ink-flavored, thank you!

Rules: Write the last sentence you wrote on your WIP, and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence!

To anyone who has been waiting for a new chapter of A Piece of You, sorry not sorry Crimson has consumed my entire life and I love it so much I cannot wait until I can share more of this story. I have every intention of finishing that story but for now OC world go brrrrrr.

But a little treat for now with what I have been writing!

The sound of talons scraped horribly against the wyvern's arms, digging deep into the fabric but drawing no blood.

9.....19... wheeze I don't think i have that many

Tagging: @ink-flavored (uno reverse lmao), @averywiseanimatedcat @saijspellhart @addicted-to-procrastination @kaepricas @its-julh @inuconen it's totally 19 I know cause I'm great at math kjdbgkjdg

[liberationwasboundtohappen]

I definitely do! I started out as a fanboy of @antaresr and then I threw my kleptoship AUs at them with the force of a thousand suns. Also @saijspellhart if you ever want to talk writing, my DMs are always open!

Does anyone have that friend that is their writing buddy and they know which WIP you are talking about when you say crazy shit like "the giant crossover" or "the Firefly sinkhole one" or "the ruinous Catholic guilt one"?

It's all well and good until they enable you.

And then you come up with ideas and they are like the demon whispering in your ear to do it, to write it, here's a scenario, go on, what's the worst that can happen?

Or is that just me?

[pyro-sea]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Yami Bakura/Yami Marik/Mutou Yuugi Characters: Yami Bakura, Yami Marik, Mutou Yuugi Additional Tags: Strip Games, Card Games, Go Fish, Strip Go Fish, Yuugi Mutou is the world's biggest tease, innuendos, alcohol but it's not big or important, Flirting, Consensual Kidnapping Summary:

After being 'kidnapped' by Bakura and Kek, Yugi ends up in a very enjoyable game of Go Fish - wtih plenty of eyecandy!

[freedom-shamrock]

Speaking on My Behalf

Also over on AO3

@saijspellhart allowed me to take this delightful idea and run with it, so here we are.  Go team!

Chapter One

"All right," Marinette said, handing Adrien the steaming mug. "One Cheng family, top secret laryngitis treatment. Careful, it's hot." She could smell the fresh lemon juice as it wafted in her face.

Adrien snorted ruefully, grasping the mug carefully before slumping back into the couch.

"He says, thank you," Plagg offered helpfully from his place sprawled in his holder's ultra messy bed head.

Adrien smiled and nodded in agreement.

"I'm just sorry I can't do more to help you," Marinette said, feeling bad. This was his first real illness since they'd decided it made more sense for Chat Noir and Ladybug to share an apartment. It would limit the risk of anyone else figuring out their identities the way they had.  The miraculous were excellent for preventing colds and illness, but apparently they didn't really impact allergies. The warm spring had been brutal on her partner and close friend. Tikki would point out that he was also Marinette's first and only love (or strongly imply it in her look and point it out once they were alone together), but she was asleep in her nest in Marinette's room.

Adrien shook his head and waved one hand as if to push her worry away.

"There's only so much even you can do, Buggy," Plagg offered. "He gets that."

Adrien vigorously nodded his agreement with his kwami.

"And to be fully honest," the black cat of destruction continued, "he wouldn't have gotten half this kind of treatment back at the mansion." His face squished up in a way that Marinette had come to learn was disgust. "His schedule would've been cleared, partly anyway, and he'd be abandoned in that compensation-chamber-of-shitty-parenting that his father called a bedroom."

Adrien frowned, looking petulant while he made indignant shushing noises at his kwami.

Marinette moved closer, scooping up the book and laptop from the ottoman near the couch, so she could take a seat there. She'd always felt Gabriel's cold nature ran into neglectful, if not full-on abusive, territory, but Adrien was quick to change the subject when things got too close to discussing his family life. "Nathalie doesn't have much of a bedside manner, huh?"

Adrien rolled his eyes. It was amazing just what he could express without his voice, and it was no wonder he was loving the acting classes he'd snuck into his schedule.

"Well you don't live there anymore, and we Dupain-Cheng folk do not believe in allowing those who are ill or uncomfortable suffer alone." She reached out to run her fingertips over his cheek, pleased when he closed his eyes and hummed happily. "I'll be checking on you regularly, and I won't be any farther away than the other room, so just send Plagg if you need anything, okay?"

His gorgeous green eyes fluttered open and he gazed softly at her.

"Yeah, yeah," Plagg agreed, his voice a jarring break in the gentle moment. "I'll come get you if he needs anything."

She'd brought work home from the La Fleur Fashions, the design house she'd joined before she even finished school. It was a small and highly exclusive house focused on women's evening wear, and while that was a bit limiting for her tastes, it paid well, and she enjoyed what she was doing. She'd made sure her contract allowed her to create her own  designs so long as they weren't competing for the same market, for her online boutique. Lucky Bug provided mostly one-of-a kind or commission pieces, including daywear and menswear. "Are you sure you don't want me to bring my work in here?" she asked for what had to be the fifth time.

Adrien's forehead scrunched up as he let out a huff.

"He would like to remind you that he's spent most of his twenty-three years coping on his own when he's ill," Plagg offered.

Adrien's eyes shot up as if he could see his kwami through his skull.

"He'll just feel guilty if you come out here," Plagg added. "No one has the whole guilt thing down like my kitten."

"Don't I know it," Marinette muttered, letting out a sigh and ignoring Adrien's indignant expression. "I promise, I'm happy to be here if it gives you any comfort, but I'm also not going to push. I definitely don't want you to feel more guilty about things that are basic human needs." That had been the first thing they'd had a serious talk about after moving in together.  He was constantly apologizing and trying to avoid being a nuisance.  "You are my best friend in the whole world," she insisted, brushing her thumb down his cheek.

"Ooooh," Plagg purred. "Better than Alya?"

"No contest," she replied, delighted by his response.

He closed his eyes and melted against her hand.

"I am always here for you," she promised. More than anything else in the world, he needed people who cared for him unconditionally, people who wouldn't turn their backs on him and leave him to languish in loneliness.

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Adrien snapped his laptop closed. He was bored out of his mind and while he should have been happy to binge on Netflix, he was stupidly restless. The bright spots in his day had all involved Marinette, dear sweet Marinette, doting on him. He'd woken with a terrible sore throat from his allergies. He'd been able to easily identify it by the distinct characteristic that it felt like he'd tried to swallow a cactus (which he'd actually done once as Chat Noir, and would not recommend). His room mate, super partner, and all around best friend had been more kind to him in the first ten minutes than his father and Nathalie had been, combined, for all his sick days ever. His throat already felt better, but his voice would be gone for at least the rest of the day, but probably longer.

He clicked his tongue against his teeth and gently poked at Plagg, hoping to go for a run.

"No," Plagg grumbled. "We are not going out as Chat Noir today unless there's an akuma." His words were accompanied by tiny feet stomping on Adrien's head. "The Guardian wants you to rest."

Adrien's groan came out as more of a whine thanks to his irritated vocal cords.

"I get that you're fidgety, Kid," Plagg sounded a touch more compassionate. "But she's the boss, and she's right."

Adrien pouted. It was incredibly unfair that his kwami was so affectionate toward Marinette, yielding to her requests with no need of bribery. His frustration was disrupted by a delighted squeal from Marinette's room.

"Woo hoo!" She sounded giddy, and like she was trying to keep her enthusiasm toned down.

Adrien grinned. She was probably doing that full body wiggle that she did when she was super happy and excited. He opened his mouth to call to her, then remembered he couldn't.

"What are you celebrating in there, Pigtails?" Plagg called. He had almost as many nicknames for Marinette as Adrien did.

"This new dress is so awesome," Marinette replied. "I love it when I nail it on one of these. Monique is gonna love this one."

Adrien snorted. Monique loved pretty much all of Marinette's designs. It hadn't escaped his notice that the head designer and founder of La Fleur was asking more and more of her junior employee. She was clearly coming to Marinette when the stakes were highest, though being the humble person she was, Marinette hadn't noticed this herself.

Adrien waved his hand above his head, frantically trying to get Plagg's attention. He wanted to see that dress. He loved it when Marinette gave him his own private fashion shows. They were his own guilty pleasure, and admittedly featured strongly in his daydreams.

"Yeah, yeah," Plagg muttered. "Hold your horses, Kid." He raised his voice to reach Marinette. "We get to see it, right?"

Marinette's head popped out from the tiny hall toward her bedroom. "You really want to see it?"

She looked so happy, and Adrien felt blessed having her bright eyes so intensely focused on him. He vigorously nodded, cupping his hands together in silent plea.

"It would be rude to leave us hanging," Plagg added.

She disappeared with a giggle. "Okay.  Just a minute."

Adrien settled back into the couch, grinning like an idiot and vigorously rubbing his forearms to shed some of his excess energy. A new evening dress. He wondered if it would be cute or elegant, or something else entirely. Since they'd been living together he'd seen her create the gamut of evening dresses, from sweet things for teen starlets, to flirty numbers, to luxurious and sophisticated pieces sought by A-listers. And what color might it be? She'd done everything, though she preferred not to go with black unless it had accents because she felt there tended to be too much weight on basic black. The people wearing her works of art were guaranteed to stand out.

He tried not to pay attention to the sounds of zippers and the swishing of fabric. He was a model for goodness' sake. He could handle having a gorgeous woman change nearby without blowing a gasket.

"These shoes aren't quite right," Marinette cautioned, breaking him out of his little spiral.

"Yeah, yeah," Plagg replied. "It's all about the dress. We got it, Princess."

Adrien couldn't hold back the hiss when his kwami dared use his personal nickname for her.

Plagg merely snickered as he floated off Adrien's hair to land on the back of the couch.

Adrien scowled and batted Plagg off his perch. His death glare seemed to have no effect on the cackling little beast. He felt himself gathering for a pounce when the sound of heels on the wood floor announced Marinette's impending arrival. Freezing, he curled his lip one last time in warning before slowly and intentionally easing himself back into his reclined position.

Marinette sauntered into the room, treating it as her own personal runway. Sashay, sashay. Pause and pose. Quarter turn, pose. He could practically hear the drill he'd walked her through when he'd taught her runway basics. She may not have had real training, because his tutoring had hardly been anything, but she totally killed it, and Adrien was pretty sure his soul left his body the moment he got a good look at her.

The dress was a stunning sleeveless number in a magenta to midnight blue ombre with an overlay of tulle to give the fabric depth and movement without too much weight. The neckline dropped into a gorgeous V ending at her sternum. The skirting had a slit at the front that crept high enough to flash pretty much all over her amazingly toned leg.

She moved to her final pose, directly in front of him, a sultry little smirk on her lips. It was a good thing he was already sitting down, because the wink she threw him would have definitely killed him. She was so amazingly beautiful and talented. Even if his voice had been working, he would have had no words for her now.

After a moment, she relaxed her pose, giggling as she looked down at the dress. "I have to say, this is one of my best."

Adrien nodded vigorously in agreement..

She let out a happy sigh. "What do you think?"

Adrien opened his mouth for a moment, but found himself shutting it again with a little head shake. He still didn't have words, even ones he could silently mouth to her.

"NettieBug," Plagg said smoothly, darting up to float in front of her. "I can answer honestly for the Kid here when I tell you that you're hot as fuck."

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I suspect this will need one more chapter to be truly satisfying.

Apologies for being so absent. I'm still herding kids and managing the household while we are all safe at home for a few more weeks (I can not wait for school to end!). I'm trying to fit in writing where I can, but often don't have the energy.

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Check out Chapter Two >>>

[powerdragonmoon]

You are a great writer, and I wanted you to know that AU was thinking of you on this writers appreciation day!

💖❤️💖SAIJ YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAN I APPRECIATE YOU ❤️💖❤️ 

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Marinette hummed, only slightly distracted by the nighttime lights of the city as she tipped her watering can into the flower bed on the railing of her balcony. Nearby Tikki dozed, sleeping away in a bowl sprinkled with cookie crumbs.

It had been a long day, but even tired Marinette could not fall asleep. Any time her eyelids grew heavy, a flash of white would bolt her awake; cold magenta eyes would glare; and the memory of sharp fangs would scratch at her mind. 

Sleep simply evaded her. 

So she found other distractions. She baked cookies for her friends. She cleaned and reorganized her closet. She reevaluated her sketchbook of designs, working away on her sewing projects until her hands were sore. 

Finally, she found herself on her balcony, her sketchbook long forgotten as she took her time to care for her flowers. Her roses were in full bloom, some already losing petals to the evening breeze. Their thorns pricked at her fingers much like her sewing needles and she wished not for the first time for their points to lull her into an enchanted sleep. 

Preferably one that did not require true love’s kiss to break…

Because if she really thought about it, and she tried hard not to, but Adrien had been away for weeks, out of country on some work for his father. She had long since lost the optimism of her high school crush and instead exchanged it for realism and the acceptance that Adrien would never see her as more than just a friend. 

And Chat Noir… 

Well he wasn’t Chat Noir anymore. 

She shook herself as shivers ran up and down her back. The thought of her akumatized partner only added to the pang of her aching and tired heart. Deciding it was time to go back inside to where it was warmer, she turned—

Only to be met with white leather and magenta eyes. 

Chat Blanc stood before her as if called by her nightmares to taunt her. Marinette jumped, back hitting the railing of her balcony, causing her flowers to shake, losing more petals to the wind. Water splashed against her chest from the watering can in her hands, though the chill had little to do with her shaking hands. 

“Hello little mouse.” 

[saijspellhart]

how about heath/legault for 37

37. Kisses that shut them the hell up (Heath x Legault)

“I heard you were looking for me.”

That voice washed over Heath like the first drops of a summer rain. Chills chased relief down his spine, and made his skin tingle with anticipation. It was annoying as it was exhilarating that this man had this affect on him. He whirled around a little too earnestly to see the lavender-haired assassin slumped in the doorway he’d just stalked through.

Legault was a mess, stained bandages replaced the bandana he normally wore to hold his excessively long hair back. There were tears in his clothes, that revealed even more bandages and patches, equally soaked in blood. It was clearly a chore for the man to remain standing even with the assistance of the doorframe.

“I saw you on a stretcher… the Caelin knights carried you.”

“The stretcher came after the Caelin knights,” Legault corrected, his mouth quirked up and those tired eyes brightened, just the littlest bit. “I took a few arrows,” he admitted and attempted to straighten up against the door. He winced.

Heath caught himself moving towards the assassin on reflex. “You barreled right into a mess of snipers. Tell me you were possessed by a bout of madness, because no other explanation makes sense to me.”

Legault sucked in a breath through his teeth, and resigned himself to embracing the frame. His knees wobbled as he chuckled tiredly, “I needed to cover for my partner. Draw their fire. Besides… I dodged most of them.”

Most!? Most of them!? When two dozen arrows were being fired at you, dodging most of them meant that four or five still hit you. Heath hadn’t even seen the battalion of archers, they were so obscured in a thicket of trees. Perched in the bushy tree tops. Legault had foolishly broken cover, screaming like a banshee across a clearing, loud enough to alert Heath in the sky atop his wyvern, Hyperion. It was fortunate the Caelin knights had rushed in when they had, their armor deflecting shots.

Heath grimaced against the memory and approached the drooping rogue. “You seen a healer yet?”

“Just escaped Serra’s delicate tending,” Legault breathed out, his head pressing into the wood as he struggled to look up at the Wyvern Lord. “Heath… don’t tell me you’re worried about me.”

Heath took hold of Legault’s arm, it looked to be a place not full of holes. “Stop talking.”

“Make my heart skip a beat…if your were.” Legault completely ignored his command.

Heath hauled the quickly crumpling assassin off the door and into his side.

“You’re so fucking tall,” Legault blathered on, “trying to sweep a guy off his feet.”

“Legault, I swear to god,” Heath threatened, planting his feet so he wouldn’t throw himself off balance when he maneuvered his arms beneath Legault’s shoulders. The lithe rogue might have been smaller and willowy, but that cloak of his hid the toned, coiled muscle that Legault needed to move so silent and gracefully, performing the impossible feats of acrobatics his line of work demanded. “You shouldn’t have followed me out here. Let me help you to a bed.”

Legault slid his arms over the tops of Heath’s, his hands coming to rest on the Wyvern Lord’s shoulders. A lazy drunken smile pulled the corners of his mouth enough to show a hint of teeth. It pulled at his facial scars, bunching the skin on his cheek. “Should have taken an arrow for you sooner,” he drawled. “Had I known that’s all it would take…for you to bed me.”

“Asinine of me to think flirting with death would make you any less of a knave.”

“At least…I’m consistent,” Legault’s legs finally gave out from the blood-loss, but Heath held his weight, “your signals are as mixed as a church in a red-light district.”

Heath adjusted his hold to lift the smaller man off the ground, and began drag-carrying Legault down the hall toward the nearest room with a bed. Through gritted teeth he said, “consistency isn’t a substitute for sincerity.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have walked back my love confession.”

Heath made a choking noise and blinked golden eyes down at the man in his arms. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m being sincere,” Legault smiled up at him. “No jokes.”

A few more steps and Heath’s back hit a door. He shifted Legault’s weight to his left arm, his knee between Legault’s legs for support, while his right hand reached down and fumbled for the door knob. “Did Serra drug you? Are you drunk off your ass?”

“Just a little bloodless. A pity, because the way ‘m straddling your thigh…it might have all gone south otherwise.”

Heath finally got the door open and hauled Legault through the threshold. “What is it going to take to shut you the hell up?”

“You’re a shrewd man, Heath,” Legault drawled, “you know how-“

“Out!” the Wyvern Lord barked.

Erk, a small mage with indigo colored hair, dropped the book he’d been reading onto the bed. His bewildered expression shot between the two men who barged into his room.

Heath fixed the man with a piercing stare and repeated the command, “Get out, I’m claiming this room for triage.”

“I’m telling, Serra,” Erk said before grabbing his cloak and travel bag, then he rushed out of the room.

“Good! She shouldn’t have let this fucking man out of the infirmary to begin with!” he yelled after the fleeing mage.

“I like it when you lose your composure,” Legault purred, his head falling to the side. “Language so unbecoming a knight.”

“I’m not a knight anymore.” Heath toed the door closed.

“Maybe not in title. But it’s still there.”

Heath moved them both to the edge of the bed. He shifted Legault’s weight again to sweep a hand across the covers, knocking all Erk’s tomes and books onto the floor.

Legault, mercifully didn’t comment about it.

“Let go of my mantle so I can get you in bed.”

“Yes sir~”

“Don’t.”

“You make it too easy for me.”

Heath made an about face, “I have but to exist and you come on to me.” He couldn’t help but notice, that rather than releasing his mantle, the assassin had melted against him even more, pillowing his head against Heath’s shoulder. The long lavender hair that cascaded down his back, was tangled with Heath’s arms.

Legault sighed longingly, “I’d take a thousand more arrows if it assured your existence a little longer.”

Heath’s traitorous heart danced in his chest. “Legault-“

The rogue scoffed and shook his head, cutting him off with, “that wasn’t even an innuendo. Listen to me spout such poetic trash. You’re not even into me, and yet I can’t help but try. I’m clearly-“

Heath dipped his head and covered Legault’s mouth with his. The whole man went tense in his arms, stunned silent. For…about two heartbeats, then Legault made a most obscene hum and kissed Heath back.

The assassin exerted himself to bury a shaky hand in Heath’s hair, fingers curling to grip the messy verdant locks. It sent shocks of pleasure from the base of Heath’s skull down his body. He hauled Legault up, tilting his head for a better angle, lips moving against his. Legault’s lips felt so cold against Heath’s, and he thought if he just pressed close enough he could impart warmth back into him.

As quickly as the kiss happened it ended. Legault suddenly felt heavier than before, a dead weight in his hold, their kiss breaking as his face lolled to the side.

“Legault,” Heath called, voice filled with concern. “Legault!”

There was no response, the man in his arms had passed out. The blood loss finally caught up with him.

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I hope I did these two justice. Thanks for the prompt and allowing me to practice writing their characters.

[puzzlelover431]

I just adore ship

My favorite prompt so far

Belt tail has a mind of its own and will keep Marinette from leaving

Marichat May Day 9: Belt Tail

the tail is in the shippers side

[bastetwastaken]

7 & 11 for the fic writer ask :)

Thank you <3

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

Usually by listing the things each character would experience at a given point and then deciding which set would better suit the overall story.

For example: In Area Of Effect, that's all Yami's POV because of the fact he knows the same guy under different names, so it made sense to keep it all on him and how he interacts with both Horus and Weird Syrup Guy. In A Tale of Two Kingdoms, it's all Yugi because he's hiding something from Atem and it makes much more sense to have the reader in his head to explore that rather than in Atems who is none the wiser.

11. Link your three fave fics right now.

Gladly! ^.^

Board the Red Eye by @puzzl-d Lieutenant of the English Royal Navy, Atem Sennen, is on a secret mission to gather information about or even better capture Yami the Red Eye, one of the most notorious pirates currently sailing the Spanish Main. Though following some rumours he heard around the darkest corners of Tortuga, his mission quickly heads southward.

(It's sweet, it's romantic, it's got PIRATES in it. It's just everything I love and it feels nice and safe to read and it's just wonderful.)

You Are My Lovesong by @vixxxfiction (LLAngel) Atem Sennen is a young game developer going through an incredibly hard time in his life. His girlfriend has left him, his boss is threatening suspension, his landlord is threatening eviction and he is one argument shy of his parents disowning him. His life could not get worse, he surmises from the bottom of a bottle. Then he meets Yugi, a talented and spirited young musician. His music saves his life, but it's his optimistic and bubbly soul that saves him from despair. This story is going to be incredibly sweet and romantic, lots of stupid moments between boys discovering their feelings and stoking flames neither expected to find. Lots of boy love, new relationship stuff and a fair amount of drama. It wouldn't be one of my fics though if there wasn't a good balance between angst and the most stupid, tooth rottingly sweet romance!

(It's so incredibly sweet and lovely and warm. A good time all around honestly.)

Sphinx Yugi AU by @saijspellhart A sudden and mysterious sandstorm separates Pharaoh Atem from his priests and soldiers during a skirmish. After wandering blindly, he takes refuge in an oasis, where he wakes up the next morning quite literally on top of a Sphinx.

This Sphinx wants to be his friend though, and Atem can’t help falling for him.

(What's not to love about an adorable and chaotic Sphinx boy)

---List can be found here if you fancy asking anything ^.^

[lunamadrigal]

Fanfic trope jar game!

Tagging @acewithapaintbrush @pensandpizza @rinnysega @artsynellyyy @adi-writes @glitternightingale @rosellacwrites @thebiggestnope @cheetee @sionnaach

Credit to@saijspellhart for the template

[puzzleshipping-library]

So...

Author: QueenBastet (@queenbastetsstuff)

Rated E • Published 2021 • Complete • Word count 139k

“So, when are you gonna tell him” “Tell who what?” Joey rolled his eyes and nodded in the direction Yugi had just been staring in. “You know, Atem?’ Joey sighed “Seriously Yug, you look like some love struck teen the way you stare at him.”

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30441342/chapters/75057765

@saijspellhart says: This was the first fic I read written by Bastet, and my introduction to their writing before we’d even become friends. So it’s precious to me. And the story is lovely. I love that it’s an exploration of emotion and relationships. Exactly my cup of tea. It’s one of those slice of life kind of stories with just a little plot to help guide things along. I love the evolution of Yugi and Atem’s relationship. Their expressions of trust, and how Yugi helps Atem work through his PTSD. How patient they are. It’s so beautiful. I cannot really summarize much since it’s mostly slice of life, and character exploration. But it’s so worth the read. Fluff and smut galore.