#Shye's Super Special Mobile-Only Fictacular

[angst-fairygodmother]

🎶 6 for Diego x reader (x Lila?)

A/N: As much as I already love her, I didn't use Lila because I feel like we don't know her enough yet. Also, shuffle does what shuffle does and my distraction issues mean I never take music OFF my phone, just put it on. So its a Christmas/winter fic, because I'm not about to cheat my own rules.

"Come on baby," he said, exasperated. "Its late and there's a damn blizzard outside."

"I'm aware of that, Diego," you snapped back, rubbing your temple in annoyance.

"You can't go home, its not safe."

"Are you planning to stop me?"

"If I have to."

You raised a challenging eyebrow.

"I don't mean it like that!" He cried, suddenly frightened that you would take his statement aggressively or feel threatened. "I just don't want you going out there, I'd be worried sick."

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing your back against his chest so he could kiss the corner of your jaw.

"Please don't go, baby. Just stay here tonight."

"I'm just as likely to freeze here as I am out there Diego."

"No you won't, I promise." His lips trailed a little further down your neck and you couldn't resist the urge to lean into his touch. He dropped his voice low, "I'll keep you nice and warm."

"I'm going back to my actual bed in my actual apartment. With heat." You pulled out of his grasp, turning around to kiss him softly. "I love you Diego, I really do. But a blizzard is not enough to convince me to sleep in your weird, heatless boiler room."

He pouted as your lips left his, sliding his hand down your arm to twine his popsicle-like fingers with your equally icy ones.

"Seriously, shouldn't it be super warm in here?"

He shrugged. You reluctantly slipped an arm through your coatsleeve and coaxed him to release your hand (immediately taking hold of the other) so you could put on the other sleeve as well.

You started to head for the gym door, Diego trailing behind and still cajoling you to stay, just for one night.

"Its never just one night with you dear."

"But baby..."

"No," you laughed. "If you want to be with me so badly tonight that you're begging, maybe you should put some boots on and come with me?"

He seemed to be considering it when you reached the door.

"I'll wait if you're going to do it," you offered. "But if not, I'm leaving, and I'll see you tomorrow."

He took a step closer, practically pressing you against the chilly metal door and captured your lips with his. His hands tangled in your hair, while you threw one arm around his neck and the other hand pressed to his heart. Groaning, you parted your lips to him and your tongues twined and danced.

Pulling away and leaving you gasping for breath, he smirked his charming smirk at you.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay, baby?"

You rolled your eyes and yanked open the door, slamming it shut again almost immediately as piles of snow tumbled in and the wind bit at your face.

With a sigh and a smile, you stepped back into his arms, secretly content that the storm was forcing you to stay.

[angst-fairygodmother]

😊 Having their hair washed by the other + Klaus/Reader? Good luck with the move! 💛

A/N: Any excuse to touch those curls, right? 😉

You pressed a finger to your lips as you slipped through the salon door, signalling for Allison and Vanya not to let on that you had arrived. Klaus lay back with his head in one of the plastic basins, a towel draped over his shoulders, eyes closed. For the moment, he looked peaceful; you wanted to capture the look on his face and wear it in your heart forever.

You wiggled your fingers up and down at Allison, miming a scrubbing motion and pointed at yourself and at Klaus. She smiled, or maybe it should have been called a smirk, and stepped out of the way, motioning grandly for you to take her place.

"Everything alright, sis?" He asked, thankfully not opening his eyes to check.

"Hm? Oh yeah its fine. Just trying to make sure I've got the right products. Your hair's gotten so long, we want to keep those curls healthy and not let you get matted."

"Oh, okay. Take your time."

You surpressed a giggle as she walked over, handing you a set of large green bottles that, even closed, had a sharp herbal scent that for some reason made you smile.

All your tools in place, you set to work. As you combed your fingers gently through his long locks to ensure they were thoroughly wetted, it to all of your willpower not to play with them as you were wont to do.

You lathered the shampoo on your hands, working it through, strand by strand.

"Ooh, that's interesting. It's making my skin cold?" He quipped, tensing at the feeling.

"It's the tea tree oil. Just relax," Allison said, rolling her eyes.

He sighed, sinking more fully back again and you set about rinsing, eyes drawn away from his hair to the goosebumps dancing along his neck and collarbone before it disappeared beneath the towel. You smiled, biting your bottom lip. Now for the real fun.

You squeezed a generous amount of conditioner onto your hands and began massaging it in, raking your nails gently across his scalp and the back of his neck, tugging just enough to be noticable as you moved further away from his head.

A quiet, involuntary moan escaped his parted lips. Your eyes flickered over to his sisters who looked torn between amusement and discomfort.

"Careful Allison," he sighed blissfully. "You keep doing that, and I might just pull a Luther."

She pressed her lips together to contain a giggle even as she rolled her eyes. Vanya didn't bother to hide her own bark of laughter.

You leaned over him, staring sort of upside down at that beautiful face.

"Well then," you purred. "It's a good thing I'm not Allison isn't it? I'd hate to have to be terribly jealous of myself."

His eyes fluttered open and a bright smile blossomed on his face. God did you live for that smile.

"Y/N?" he whispered in surprise.

"Hello love."

He tried to sit up to kiss you and you pushed him back down with a gentle hand on his chest, before leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.

"There will be plenty of time for that later. I'm not done washing your hair."

"Tease," he whined.

You heard the jingle of the bell and the click of the door, signalling that you two had been too nauseating and the others had left. On the other hand, it meant you had the place, and him, all to yourself...

"You know you love it."

"I do. I really do." A cheesy grin accompanied the statement, and there was a gleam in his eye that said he'd noticed the lack of other people as well.

"The only thing I like better," he murmurred, hand creeping up from the arm of the salon chair to rest on your ass and nudge you closer, "is getting back at you for it."

You sprayed him in the face with the hose while you tried to rinse the conditioner away and he kneaded and pawed at you.

"Stop that!" You laughed in half-hearted protest. "If I don't get this out of your hair, you'll be stuck in that chair. And then where will we be?"

"I don't know," he drawled. "I can think of lots to do from right here like this."

"Incorrigible bastard."

"Minx."

You finally dropped the hose and scooped his hair into a towel. In a blink, he sat up and pulled you down onto his lap.

"I love you," he breathed, not giving you time to respond before his lips were on yours. Not that you minded. There would be plenty of time for that later.

[angst-fairygodmother]

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.” 🥵 I’m gunna switch it up and request some Valdo x Reader (hope your train ride is going well!)

A/N: The train ride was fine. The actual hunt not as much yesterday. Because brokers are like Sleezy Car Salesmen but worse because they know the threat of not finding a house is weighty and powerful. Today was better though.

Anyway. On to what you came for...

He leaned back in the chair, taut arms folded over his chest. His sharp eyes roamed your body as you sat on the bed, laces undone and garments hanging loosely but not fully undressed yet. His lips were pursed and you squirmed beneath his calculating inspection.

"What am I going to do with you? My naughty little dove," he mused, voice low and smokey.

You felt a shiver dance up your spine at the tone and the taunt that dripped from it. His honeyed words were sharp, a rapier wielded with precision when he wanted them to be, and you both knew that he could take you apart with them alone. After the stunt you had pulled earlier, you would have been more surprised if he didn't.

"Valdo..." you breathed, half a begging and half an admonishment.

One eyebrow quirked.

"I don't recall giving you permission to speak Petal," he growled.

You clenched your jaw, bit back a clever retort that you knew would only get you in more trouble.

"You didn't really think I'd let you get away with teasing me and then flirting with someone else when you didn't get your way, did you?"

You bit your lip to hold back the apology that danced on the tip of your tongue. You hadn't meant to flirt, at first. You were just being friendly with the merchant boy. But then you had caught the fire in Valdo's eyes as he watched you dancing with him, unable to interrupt without sacrificing his performance. You had given him power over so many parts of you, in so many ways, willingly and happily, but it was nice to be the one in control for once. So you had pushed as far as you dared, some part of your subconscious maybe even hoping for the consequences.

He cleared his throat pointedly, pulling you back from your musings.

"Stand and strip, dove." The order was barked and a momentary frown crossed your face, concerned that he might actually be angry.

You complied, trying to hold on to the confidence you felt earlier despite the shiver down your spine as your clothing dropped away. He circled you like a vulture, a smirk on your face.

"Gorgeous," he purred. "And all mine. To do whatever I want."

You nodded, desire and impatience filling you in equal parts, hoping that he would act soon instead of just talking about it.

"And what will you do if I decide to do nothing?"

"You wouldn't..."

"Just for that, I'm not going to touch you unless you beg."

You rolled your eyes, disbelieving.

"Lay down on the bed angel."

"What?"

"Lay. Down."

He followed you as you did, kneeling beside you. Your breath hitched in anticipation. He passed his hands over you, hovering centimeters away from your skin, close enough that you could feel the heat of it but not enough to be what you wanted. He ghosted down the plane of your stomach, over your center, stopping to look at you expectantly before continuing down your legs. When he reached your ankles he started back up. His fingers fluttered over your lips and eyes, you felt them against your eyelashes. Every hair was standing up and you bit your lip.

"Valdo," you mumbled, torn between stubborness and how badly you wanted him.

"You know what to do, sweetheart," he purred, repeating his motions.

"I'm not begging you." You spat.

"Fine. Maybe I should just leave then?" He moved away from you, smirking as you chased him.

"No, no. Valdo..."

He raised his eyebrow.

You sighed.

"Please, love, please. I'm sorry..." you took a deep breath. "I need you."

"That's all I needed to hear." One hand dropped to your chest, trailing over your nipple and the other brushed against your core, toying with you.

You whined at his teasing touches, arching into him and causing him to chuckle.

"You didn't think just because you asked nicely that I'd go easy on you, did you my muse? I still have to make sure you've learned a lesson."

[angst-fairygodmother]

This weekend only! Come one, come all to Shye's Super Special Mobile-Only Fictacular!

Okay, so basically I'm currently on a train to NYC to apartment shop, and from now to at least Saturday, I won't be at my computer (sorry to the person whose fic request I haven't finished, I'll get to it once I'm home again, I ran out of time/energy last night) but I still want to write things. So as well as some ask games I'll do later, I'm going to be doing the following:

😊 = drabbles based on any of my usual prompt lists, found here. Just send me a character/pairing and a prompt *limit one per request since I'm trying to keep these short*

🥵 = smut drabbles. Prompt list here. Again, pairing. Prompt. Go.

🎶 = Send me a character or pairing and one of the following and I'll use my music library and do a drabble based on the song that matches:

A number 1-20. The song I use will be that number in the list when I shuffle (i.e. 15 will lead to the 15th song I come to)

A letter. The first song in my library with a title that starts with that letter. If multiple people send me the same letter I'll just keep going through the list with the second, third, etc. song

A word. The first song in my library that contains that word in the title. Same as the letters for repeats.

⭐ = Director's Cut

🐸 = No Excuses Challenge (Don't ask me why its the frog emoji, it just is, okay)

🧠 = headcanons. Basically about anything. Ask me a question and I'll tell you my thoughts.

To play, simply send me an ask. Especially on prompt lists, I'd appreciate the emoji as well so I know which thing to look at. Plus it just makes it more fun 😁

[angst-fairygodmother]

Shye’s Super Special Mobile-Only Fictacular Redux!

I’m moving, like right now. Dad’s driving the truck. My job is navigation and music management. It’s a straight shot down the highway for 100 miles before the exit. So basically, I have nothing to do. Also, our highways are boring as fuck and there’s nothing to look at, especially in summertime when there aren’t even pretty trees.

I’ll probably continue through Monday because I won’t have internet til that evening. What’s a girl to do besides write and use data to post?

Probably best to stick to TUA (though I have only seen through ep 6 of S2) for obvious reasons, but I’m also fairly open to Law and Order or cracking into the old Warehouse 13 obsession if there’s anyone left out there. 

😊 = drabbles based on any of my usual prompt lists, found here. Just send me a character/pairing and a prompt *limit one per request since I’m trying to keep these short*

🥵 = smut drabbles. Prompt list here. Again, pairing. Prompt. Go.

🎶 = Send me a character or pairing and one of the following and I’ll use my music library/Spotify 500 Top Played list and do a drabble based on the song that matches:

A number 1-10. I’ll start counting at whatever’s currently playing and where the count stops, I’ll use that song.

A letter. The first song in my library with a title that starts with that letter. If multiple people send me the same letter I’ll just keep going through the list with the second, third, etc. song

A word. The first song in my library that contains that word in the title. Same as the letters for repeats.

⭐ = Director’s Cut

🐸 = No Excuses Challenge (Don’t ask me why its the frog emoji, it just is, okay)

🧠 = headcanons. Basically about anything. Ask me a question and I’ll tell you my thoughts.

To play, simply send me an ask. Especially on prompt lists, I’d appreciate the emoji as well so I know which thing to look at. Plus it just makes it more fun 😁

[angst-fairygodmother]

⭐️

Thanks for playing along all weekend and keeping me fueled with Asks! 🥰

Director's Cut for a fic or fic section of my choice. There were a couple I thought about, but for a lot of them I didn't have more than a sentence or two to really say. Except Modern!Valdo and SOAWM but I've talked about them before so I want to mix it up a little.

Let's talk about my Klaus x Dave fics:

It's A Sad Song

"I love you, Hargreeves."

I'm talking about both together because I wrote them largely at the same time. As in, I had both docs open and kept switching back and forth depending on whether I wanted to write Klaus or Dave. There's also a third piece that I was working on at the same time, in that it was a lot of parts of "Sad Song" that didn't fit with the rest and sort of crossed tones with the one from Dave's perspective, but I never finished that one. Maybe someday I will.

I honestly hope Dave is not in Season 2. Because we get such a clear feeling of the relationship just from Klaus's grief and the love in his voice when he talks about it to Diego, and I think having him back, while it would be good to see Klaus happy, would cheapen it. And maybe that feeling is just from this. I really enjoyed exploring their relationship, and there's a lot to explore, especially from Dave's perspective based on what we learn about him from Klaus.

Klaus and Dave have a beautiful love story that I wanted to expand on. But, it's a tragedy. And those don't always need to be undone, "fixed."

Sad Song was sort of based on the end of Hadestown, wherein the story starts all over again, and its going to end badly again because that's how it always goes, and Hermes reflects on why they (the gods and Chorus) keep retelling it when they know that. Which is the best kind of doomed love if you want to really break your heart. Cyclical, destined, doomed.

At the point of writing, we didn't have any info yet on S2 so I thought, as many suggested, that Five's time travel would bring them back to before the start of S1 to try and change how those events play out. And it got me thinking: yes we could save Mom and Patch, we could stop some of the bad from happening including Klaus getting kidnapped and tortured. But that would also destroy his good thing and his growth and I didn't think Klaus would be willing to give Dave up, not if that was the one thing that ever made the ghosts and sobriety worth it. But if Dave survived, Klaus wouldn't have gone back to the present and all the things he did in the latter half of the season wouldn't have happened and the family would possibly have been screwed. So that couldn't happen either. The pattern was there, the doomed nature was there. I just had to write it.

"I love you, Hargreeves" on the other hand, was based on almost nothing. It started with the line:

When he had gotten that draft card, he thought his life was over. He thought that nothing good could come of the conscription. He had never been happier to be wrong.

And I just sort of rolled from there. I wanted to flesh Dave out a little more, because I love a non-character. You can do almost anything you want with them. The relationship is perfect and special in Klaus's eyes, so I wanted to make it equally so in Dave's. But also I was in a very angsty space, so I had to leave the trailing pain of an unfulfillable promise. ("He would make personally sure that Klaus would never hurt, not while there was air in Dave’s lungs." Well its going to be you that next hurts him...)

I think I want to write more for Dave, but I might wait until after season 2, just in case.

[angst-fairygodmother]

51 and 52 from the smut list with diego?? 🥴 good luck on your move love ♥️

A/N: Whoops, I totally forgot this because moving is mental murder. Sorry lovely💙 I hope you enjoy. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Diego growled, pinning you to the wall, hand hovering taunting close to your throat.

“What are you talking about?” you frowned in mock innocence. “I’m doing exactly what you said to do.”

“I told you to keep watch on the asset no matter what. Not stare at me and nearly get yourself killed, Y/N.”

“Ohhh. You said ‘asset.’ I missed the ‘et.’”

“What?”

“I was keeping my eye on your ass, no matter what.”

“Are you kidding me?!” He shoved himself away from you with a snarl and began pacing, one hand raking through his hair and the other twirling a knife that you weren’t sure where it came from. “You really think now is the time to be joking around?”

“Is it not? I find humor takes the sting off a near death experience.”

He stopped, turning to glare at you fiercely.

“Besides, it’s not like we lost. I actually made our jobs easier.”

“What?”

You shrugged, nonchalantly explaining that you had planted trackers on the man and on his car while Diego wasn’t paying attention, meaning that you could just wait for him to arrive at his destination (the meeting with even more criminals to stop) and go, no chance of getting spotted.

“See, now we can take our time and not have any issue.”

“Wipe that smug fucking look off your face, right now.”

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and smirk, barely having time to lean back against the wall before he was towering over you once more. He stared down at you for a second, eyes roaming your face, before his hand twisted in your hair and his lips pressed to yours possessively. His tongue probed into your mouth and his free hand gripped bruisingly onto your hip, pulling you close. You moaned, hands gripping his shoulder and the back of his neck, clinging for dear life, pressing desperately right back into him.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked, lips still so close that they brushed against your skin. “Instead of letting me yell at you?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you kidding me, Diego? You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad. Now shut up and kiss me again.”

He growled, grinding his hips teasingly into yours as he complied with your order with fervor. The hand on your hip moved to your ass which he squeezed causing you to jump with a squeak.

“I’d say we’ve got twenty minutes,” you purred against the shell of his ear as his lips began to travel your jaw.

He groaned, hand wandering up under your shirt in his own counterpoint, calloused fingers brushing over your rib cage and teeth nipping at the pulse point at the base of your throat.

“So quit fucking teasing me,” you snapped.

“Not a fucking chance.”