#This is just a sweet au with rebirth

[shusha520]

Little piece of my doodle

[nomsfaultau]

Gods are ever-shifting creatures. When they were gods of Harvest and Festivals, it made perfect sense that Technoblade and Wilbur would be intertwined. When rebellion broke out, naturally the hands and will of Revolution would be side by side. And then came the day when Wilbur became a god of Loneliness. He began to light floating lanterns, praying his other half would come home. Only, Wilbur didn’t realize the beauty of beacons is they draw in ALL who are lost and hopeless.

This mythology au contains themes of grief, hope, and the cure to loneliness that is found in one another. Major Character Death*

[kingofbodyrolls]

Songs of the Heart (m) | pjm | series masterlist

When your landlord hikes the rent on your city apartment, you escape to the outskirts of town, trading the urban sprawl for the quiet hum of a modest house. But serenity takes on a different tune here—day after day, the air carries hauntingly beautiful melodies from your neighbor’s home, songs so raw and aching they seem to tell of a heartbreak too deep to heal. Worried for the unseen soul behind the music, you muster the courage to knock on their door, only to find Park Jimin—a famous singer-songwriter whose voice has graced countless hearts. But the man before you is more than his songs: an enigma wrapped in melancholy, a single father with a story veiled in mystery. As his melodies weave into your days, you can’t help but wonder: can you uncover the truths hidden in his lyrics, or will his heart remain a song you cannot play?

🌸 Pairing: jimin x reader (female) 🌸 Characters: Jimin, OC (reader “Y/N”), Yoongi (reader’s older brother), Namjoon (reader’s best friend), Hwa-Young (Jimin’s daughter), Jimin’s parents, OC’s parents, Seokjin (as Jimin’s manager). 🌸 AUs: musician!au (not completely idol!au), single dad!au, slice of life!au 🌸 Trope: strangers to lovers / neighbors to lovers 🌸 Genres: slow burn romance / fluff / angst / smut / comedy 🌸 Rating: mature/explicit/R18  (this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) 🌸 Word count: 70.4k 🌸 Warnings/tags: past heartache and small misunderstandings, mention of past bad relationships, crying, pain (emotional), hurt (emotional), stereotypical assumptions, protective and oblivious big brother Yoongi, Hwa-Young is so cute 😭, mention of grief and sadness, past character death (Jiwoo), just a lot of FEELS, it’s a bit sad, but also very heartwarming, mention of past illness, mention of past domestic abuse (hitting), mention of past emotional abuse, love (so much fucking love it’s insane), dancing (yes, it’s a warning), detective big brother Yoongi (he’s not actually a detective), a filler chapter, fluff, small scandals, angst, kissing, heated moments, smut, unprotected sex in the form of; biting, marking (hickies), multiple orgasms, cum eating, cockwarming, dirty talk, nasty smut, filthy smut, praise kink, oral (male and female receiving), cum licking, hair pulling, scratching, soft aftercare, possessiveness, pussy rubbing, ruined garments, overstimulation, begging, fingering, a lot of feeling, so, so, so much fluff and love 😭 🌸 Status: finished! 🥳 A chapter will be released every Sunday! 🌸 Read on AO3? [link] 🌸 Read or listen to the teasers? [link] 🌸 Author’s note: I’ve had this idea floating around in my head since Jimin’s Muse album dropped—and the title? It hit me like a lightning bolt. But the plot? Oh, that took some time. Months, actually. The original idea just wasn’t it, you know? But then, on this one random November day, the characters finally spoke to me. And I swear, it was like I had to write it. Originally, this was supposed to be a one-shot, maybe a two-shot if I got a little carried away, but... the characters and this story are too precious, too delicate, to rush. It’s like planting a little seed and waiting for it to bloom into something beautiful 🌸 I can already feel it taking shape, and I want you to join me on this small ride—don’t worry, the chapters won’t be as long as my usual brain dumps (and there won’t be too many, promise!) I really hope you fall for this sweet, tender, and oh-so-heartfelt version of Jimin as much as I have 🥹💜 This whole series is a birthday gift for my lovely friend @remmykinsff 🥹💜

🌸Chapter #1 - Rebirth Word count: 5.6k | read → chapter one

🌸Chapter #2 - Who Word count: 8.8k | read → chapter two

🌸Chapter #3 - Alone Word count: 5.5k | read → chapter three

🌸Chapter #4 - Face-Off Word count: 6.8k | read → chapter four

🌸Chapter #5 - Showtime (m) Word count: 12k | read → chapter five *Releasing on Sunday 12th of January

🌸Chapter #6 - Like Crazy Word count: 8.3k | read → chapter six *Releasing on Sunday 19th of January

🌸Chapter #7 - Closer Than This Word count: 6k | read → chapter seven *Releasing on Sunday 26th of January

🌸Chapter #8 - Slow Dance (m) Word count: 11.2k | read → chapter eight *Releasing on Sunday 2nd of February

🌸Chapter #9 - Be Mine (m) [END] Word count: 6.2k | read → chapter nine *Releasing on Sunday 9th of February

The notes are small ficlets continuing the main story and healing for the couple 💕

🎵 The first note // notes from a very special day.

🎵 The second note // notes about therapy.

🎵 The third note // notes about therapy.

🎵 The fourth note // notes about the summer breeze.

🎵 The firth note // notes about expanding family… or not.

🎵 The sixth note // notes about parents’ meetings.

🎵 The seventh note // notes about friendship and healing.

Are you excited? Because I’m EXCITED! I know, I know—I’ve probably told you this about a million times already, but this story is so, so precious to me. And this Jimin? Ugh, don’t even get me started. I honestly can’t even find the words to describe how much he means to me 😭💖

That said, this is probably my last series (cue dramatic music 🎻). I’m like 99% sure, mainly because I scrapped another series I had planned—it felt a little too close to something I’d read recently. So yeah, this feels like the perfect (and emotional) way to close me writing a long series.

If you’re as excited as I am (or just a little, I’ll take it!), please let me know! Your enthusiasm fuels me more than caffeine ever could. And if you want to join the taglist for this one, just leave a comment, send me an ask, or slide into my DMs 🫂✨

Let’s make this last series an unforgettable one 💜

🌸Series taglist: @13-manggaetteok @mima795 🌸permanent taglist: @nora12379 @jeonsbabygirlsworld @fancypeacepersona @ktownshizzle @pjmxxjm @ajoonniice @kookiewithluv

[ctrl-alt-deleting-yr-face]

RAAAAAAGH RAM ITS SO GOOD

my hand is ouchie...

anyways thingy for my buddy @ctrl-alt-deleting-yr-face cuz they'r cool :3 (it's 4 they'r bedkari playlist cover,, and IT WAS worth it dammit)

[misc-obeyme]

I SAW THIS IDEA IN ANOTHER ACC BUT I NEED TO GET IT OUT OF MY CHEST RAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Ok, BestfriendBrother!Beelzebub. He didn't know one of his sports team friend had a sister and like,,,, he think ur nice and is happy that you hang out with him and the rest when your brother is there too

and let's you borrow his big jackets, and little pieces of food his eating and suddenly u guys are fucking in his room while the rest of his friends are hanging out in the rest room or something *dies and rebirth*

Hmm well I hope that other account doesn't mind that I ran with the idea, anon!

This ended up just a little longer than I meant it to, but uh it was such a cute little scenario lol! I went with a human world college au where Beel is on the sports team (I don't specify but it's probably football... I know very little about sports lol) and his teammate/best friend is MC's brother. This was definitely a different type of situation for me, so I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you for the suggestion!

fem!MC x Beelzebub

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: human world college au, reader is female and has she/her pronouns, I don't know if this counts as semi-public... they're in his house but there are people in the room nearby and I'm not sure what to label that as lol, penetration (reader receiving)

The first time Beelzebub saw you, you were sitting in the stands at one of his games, all decked out in the team's colors, cheering loudly. He couldn't stop himself from looking over at you all the time, wondering why you were sitting there by yourself. Wondering if there was someone you were here to see.

When Beel's best friend and teammate came up beside him, Beel was still watching you in the stands. You waved enthusiastically and for a moment Beel's heart skipped a beat because it looked like you were waving at him. Half standing from your seat, bright smile on your face, hand high in the air.

Fortunately, Beel's friend waved back at you, revealing the reality of the situation.

Beel looked at him. "Is that your girlfriend?"

Beel's friend laughed. "No, that's my sister. She likes coming to the games."

Beel tried not to think too hard about the relief that washed over him at these words. He looked back at you and felt his chest squeeze at the sight of your beaming smile.

-

Beel was happy when you started coming with your brother to hang out with him and the other teammates. He liked how nice you were, how you got along with everyone, the gentleness of your smile, the sparkle in your eyes. The more time he spent with you, the harder it was for him to stop thinking about you. He found himself looking forward to plans with his friends because he knew you might be there, too.

Beel wasn't sure if you were as interested in him as he was in you. He tried to act casual around you, tried not to make it seem like he was thinking about you a lot. He wondered sometimes if you could still tell.

Maybe he really gave himself away when you were together with a group of his teammates on campus, spending some time in the shade of the trees on the grassy lawn. It was the start of autumn and there was a little chill in the air. Beel noticed you were only wearing a t-shirt as you sat beside him in the grass. He saw the way you hugged your arms and rubbed them a little for added warmth.

Beel shrugged off his jacket and put it over your shoulders.

You jumped a little in surprise when you felt his hands on your shoulders, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"You look cold," Beel said, simply.

He was rewarded with a soft smile. "Thanks, Beel."

Hearing your name on his lips made his gut flip.

You put the jacket on and held out your arms, the sleeves completely engulfing your hands and hanging off the ends of your fingers. You laughed and it was a sweet musical sound. Then you pulled your arms in and huddled into his jacket, beaming out at him from within the fabric.

Beel laughed, too. You looked so cozy even though you were practically drowning in it.

-

When Beel decided to host a barbecue at his house, he decided to invite you directly instead of waiting around, hoping you would tag along with your brother. It was easy enough to ask you at one of the games. Beel noticed the way you blushed a little before saying yes.

Now everyone was in his backyard, enjoying the food, talking and having a good time. Beel had a plate in his hands, which he carried over to sit down beside you.

"Have you tried this salsa?" Beel asked, offering you the side of his plate with a pile of tortilla chips and a generous amount of salsa. "It's really good."

"I haven't," you said, but when you didn't reach for any, Beel dipped a chip for you.

Beel handed it over to you, but instead of taking it, you ate it out of his hand. He could feel the brush of your lips on his fingertips.

Beel blushed and he saw that you were blushing, too. You covered it up by exclaiming about how delicious the salsa was.

Later on in the evening, it became too cold to stay outside, so everyone migrated into the house. Beel's friends and teammates were in the living room, scattered about on the couch and the floor.

Beel himself looked around and saw you, lingering on the edge of the room. Beel went over to you and took your hand. You looked at him in surprise, but let him lead you down the hallway.

It was simply that Beel couldn't wait any longer. He pulled you into his room, closing the door and putting his hand on it, just behind your head. He leaned in close, but didn't touch you.

"I can't stop thinking about you, MC," he said quietly, his voice low in tone and volume. "Every time I see you, my heart starts racing. I just want to ki-"

But Beel didn't get to finish saying that he wanted to kiss you because you threw your arms around him and crashed your lips into his.

Beel stumbled backward a little, his arms going around your waist to catch you and balance himself. He continued to move back until he ran into his bed, falling back onto it and pulling you on top of him. You nestled easily between his legs as he opened his mouth for you, tongues now sliding together.

It wasn't long before things escalated and you were on your back beneath him, looking up at him with the kind of need in your eyes that Beel had only ever dreamed about. You arched your back, pressing your body up into his erection, making him growl low in his throat.

"MC," he said, voice raspy. "Everyone else is out there… and your brother…"

"I don't care about that," you said. "Please, Beel… I need you…"

At least Beel could say that he tried. But after you said that, he lost all restraint. Beel made short work of your clothes and his until you were pressed together skin to skin, his lips trailing down your neck and chest. Beel watched you biting your lip as he sank his cock into you, clearly trying to stay quiet, knowing that if you were too loud, the others would hear you.

You gasped lightly as Beel started to move. He tried to start slow, but he was already so desperate for you, it wasn't long before he was thrusting fast and hard, pounding into you as you held onto his shoulders, mouth open in ecstasy. You were breathing heavily, pulling in air, and occasionally moaning quietly. As you tried to suppress your sounds they ended up sounding more like little whines. Your noises, the way you clutched at him, everything about you drove him crazy.

Beel couldn't think straight, dizzy with the feeling of your wetness around his cock, the way you kept squeezing on it, the way your fingernails dug into his skin, the way you kept biting your lip trying to keep yourself quiet. Beel was overcome by the feelings that rushed through him, not just how good his cock felt inside you, but also the way your face had transformed into a look he'd never seen before. Like he was the only thing you knew in that moment. Like he had become your entire world.

Beel felt it when you started to get close to your orgasm, as your body squirmed and your muscles tightened. And then you arched everything, your back, your neck, and whined with a suppressed moan as you came, squeezing him so hard he had to bite back his own moan.

Your expression became one of complete bliss as Beel didn't stop or slow down, keeping his pace steady as the sweet feeling began to tighten in him, too. He was so close and you felt so good…

"Beel," you said, voice quiet, eyes half shut, like you were experiencing a little slice of heaven at the way his cock was moving inside you. "You're amazing."

And that was all it took. Beel's grip on you tightened as he came, spilling into you, taking in heavy breaths as he did, making sure he wasn't too loud.

Later when Beel brought you back out into the living room, nobody seemed to notice that the two of you were gone. He was relieved that they hadn't realized he had taken you into his bedroom to fuck you silly. He was a little embarrassed at his lack of restraint, but you had certainly been a willing participant. And the cute little knowing smile you threw his way for the rest of the night filled him with a heated warmth and made him hope that it would happen again.

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[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 53 – 2024 FAVORITES

Darling, Darling, Stand By Me by Carsonian

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 8,662 Tags: Romantic Comedy, Light-hearted, Oblivious Tony

Summary: Tony links arms with Steve, and the world wants to know if they're together. They're not, of course. But maybe they should be.

Reasons why I love it: I love absolutely everything about this. The dialogue, the characterizations, the plot, the humor, the tension, the conclusion – everything is perfect, 10/10, no notes. Treat yourself to some goodness and read this one, I promise you won't regret it!

Staying Sanguine by itsallAvengers

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 7,669 Tags: Whump, Protective Steve, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: They're trapped, and help is too far out to be helpful. Tony's dying. Steve needs to save him. No matter what, Steve needs to save him.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is SO GOOD. The action and gorey bits are just fantastic – tense and suffused with a genuine sense of fear through Steve's PoV that just tears at your heartstrings. And the romance is downright adorable. Poor Steve deserves every happiness in the world, just as Tony does. Check this one out if you haven't yet, it's brilliant!

Ground Untread by Anonymous

Pairing: fem!Steve/fem!Tony Rating: T Words: 5,431 Tags: Canon Divergence, Gender Identity, Jealousy

Summary: Eve Rogers likes to put the Captain first in this time, a hero who has a duty, who this body was made for. It's easier that way, and besides, after Rebirth there's never been a place for them both to co-exist. But the world has changed and for Eve it holds possibilities she never could have dreamed of before. Up to and including Toni Stark, who seems to need no extra effort to send her spinning into a whole new kind of trouble.

Reasons why I love it: This fic has a special place in my heart, not just because it was literally written for me as a gift but because it incapsulates everything I love about sapphic Stony. Eve struggling with her identity after rebirth, her being drawn in by Toni's raw magnetism, Toni's insecurities about getting to keep Eve – it's all fantastic. Definitely check this one out, it's amazing!

My light in the darkness by BladeoftheNebula

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,635 Tags: Pre-Serum Steve, Meet-Cute, Mothman Tony

Summary: Steve gets an unexpected nighttime visitor to his cabin in the woods.

Reasons why I love it: Neb never fails to make even the most outlandish concepts endlessly entertaining. And to say that Mothman Tony has my entire heart would be an understatement. Give this one a read if you haven't, it's as hilarious as it is sweet! And you don't want to miss the moth man smut ;)

Accusations False and Otherwise by Carsonian

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 7,768 Tags: After College AU, Getting Together, Misunderstandings

Summary: Tony hadn't meant to make a habit of reassuring Steve's partners that his relationship with Bucky was totally and wholly platonic. It just happened to fall to him once, and then kept falling to him; Tony simply went along with it. A couple years down, he had talking points and everything. So when Steve's latest partner asked to speak with him, he assumed it was (once again) because they felt insecure about Bucky's presence in Steve's life. Imagine his surprise when it turned out they felt threatened by him.

Reasons why I love it: Carsonian just can't go wrong in my eyes. Their writing style is impeccable, their voices for Steve and Tony are both very in character and hilarious, and this fic made me giggle so much I was practically kicking my feet. Definitely check this one out, it's as sweet as it is entertaining!

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Whatever you did to mess up the recipe really has you desperate for Kun. Pairing: Wizard!Kun x fem apprentince!reader Tropes: magic au, wizardry au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, magic, fictional herbs Smut Warnings: aphrodisiacs, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex (f receive), sudden female orgasm, unprotected sex, marking, crying, aftercare Word Count: 1,700 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Note: thank you to @stardragongalaxy for proofreading! Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Same Scent by Oneus

“Watch this brew while I handle the inventory for a moment.” Kun smiles sweetly.

“Are you sure? I can do inventory. I don’t want to mess–”

Kun shakes his head, “I trust you.”

You nod and move toward the cauldron. The bubbling brew smells sweet, almost as if to draw you in more. You vaguely hear Kun talking to himself in the storage room, likely checking how many phoenix feathers you have left. You started running low, but your pet phoenix just rebirthed, and its feathers are nowhere ready to molt yet. That or maybe he’s checking the progress on the pixie dust crystalization. Either way, you swear you hear him call you. Whipping your head around, you see him still deep in the store room, not even attempting to get your attention. When you turn, though, you move the spoon and knock it into a small vile next to the cauldron. You close your eyes and slowly turn your head back to the large cast iron pot. When you open your eyes, it looks the same. It just smells the slightest bit sweeter— the vile lies on its side, with barely a drop still inside it. 

“The brew should be done! Put the fire out, okay?” 

You nod, even if he might not see it, “O-okay!”

“Also,” Kun says, walking back into the kitchen, “I want you to try a little bit of it. It’s a romantic-based potion, but just one sip won’t do anything.”

You don’t want to seem suspicious, so you nod, take a small spoon from the side table, and dip it into the metallic pink liquid. After blowing on it a few times, you place the spoon against your lips and sip it. Instantly, a rush of heat goes through your body. Everything is hypersensitive. You’re far more aware of everything around you than you’d like to be. When you look back at Kun, he can immediately tell something is off with you. You suddenly feel the need to fuck him like your life depends on it. You’ve always respected the line of Wizard and apprentice, no matter how hot he is. Now, though, all you can imagine is being absolutely railed by him to the point that you can’t form a coherent word in your mind.

“Are you okay?”

“Kun,” your voice comes out almost like a moan.

His eyes go wide as saucers. Then his eyes darted to the cauldron. He leans over and smells the sweeter scent. Before even thinking to check his surroundings, he dips his hand in, using it as a cup of sorts, and sips the liquid as well. Suddenly, in his peripheral, he notices the knocked-over vile. Amorus.

“You knocked over the Amorus.” He states with a slight groan, picking up the small glass container, “How much– fuck…” 

“I didn’t want to upset you.” You pout and step closer, “Kun, could we maybe…”

He was starting to feel the effects of the potion as well, and damn, did he need to see you fall apart for him right now. He finds himself leaning in slowly, and you are, too. There are so many lines being blurred right now, but with the effects of the botched potion, neither of you can think about anything other than fucking each other. Kun places his hand on your waist, and you feel goosebumps on your skin when his hand makes contact. Finally, his lips are on yours. It’s not a very coordinated kiss, but it’s desperate, needy, sloppy. You absolutely melt at the sensation. Kun whispers something against your lips. It’s a spell you don’t know yet. You’re so fixated on him that when you finally let your hands wander, and you don’t feel fabric, you moan against his lips.

“That’s a fun little spell I can teach you once these potions wear off.” Kun chuckles, “It’s very handy, no?”

“Kun, please?”

He wraps his arms around your waist fully and tells you to jump. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly. A whimper escapes your lips at the feeling of your clit pressed against his bare skin. His cock stands tall and is perfectly pressed against your ass. You find yourself seated on one of the worn wooden tables. It’s not the most comfortable, but it’s more than enough for Kun to lay you out and fuck you stupid.

You hear the sound of jars and dishes being pushed to the side haphazardly as Kun guides you to lay back fully on the table. His kisses finally start trailing down your throat and between the valley of your breasts. You have a constant stream of moans and profanities falling from your mouth as Kun hungrily lays wet kisses everywhere he can. When his kisses finally reach your lower belly, you can’t help but let your hips jerk. Each kiss grows just a bit closer to where you need him. 

Even though he’s just as desperate as you are, the fact that he’s putting you first has your belly swooping and flipping. He continues to place kisses against the area just above your soaked entrance. You tangle your hand in his hair, and that gives him the last bit of push to lick a wide stripe up your folds. He eats you out like a starved man. After a few licks, he sucks on your clit. Kun continues this pattern for a while. Your other hand finds a place in his hair as well, tugging at the reddish-brown strands as he makes you melt into a feral puddle. He brings a hand up to your folds while his mouth is focused on your clit. Kun presses two fingers against your cunt, barely teasing your entrance. 

“Kun,” you moan, “Please just put them in, don’t tease me!”

Kun releases your clit for a moment, chuckling through a smirk. He pushes his fingers into you. You knew you were sensitive, but you suddenly feel arousal burn through you so hot that your orgasm tumbles through you. Your thighs shake around his head, wanting desperately to close. Kun holds one of your thighs down, stopping you from fully closing them. Kun doesn’t stop; he continues to lap at your clit while pistoning his fingers into you. The overstimulation burns through you in the most pleasurable pain you’ve ever known.

“You’re still so needy.” Kun muses, pulling away from your pussy, face still covered in your arousal, “You want me to fuck you?”

Your eyes are glazed over and needy. His fingers still pushing in and out of you render your brain completely empty. Your mental space is nothing more than an aroused fog. Kun chuckles again as you nod so hard you nearly smack your head against the hardwood of the table. When he pulls his fingers out of you, you whimper at the lack of contact. A moment later, you feel him rubbing his tip through your folds, and that same painful pleasure returns as he pushes his cock against your clit.

“Ready? I’m gonna make you see god, maybe even more.” He practically growls.

“Kun, please!” You moan, reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

He pushes into you and immediately pistons his hips against yours. You scream out at the feeling of the overstimulation. Kun pulls your legs up beside your chest on either side and holds them there before pressing his body against yours. The feeling of his bare skin on yours makes you have a fresh shot of arousal course through your body. 

Neither of you is going to last very long. The potion won’t allow that. You’re already well on your way to your second orgasm as it is. Kun hides his face against the junction of your neck and shoulder. He starts to bite the bare skin, leaving teeth marks and hickeys. You dig your nails into his skin, leaving small crescent moons behind. Locking your legs around his hips, you feel your second orgasm burst forth almost painfully.

“So fucking good.” He growls, “You feel so fucking good. Maybe I should stay wrapped up in this pussy all day, every day.” “Please!” You gasp, starting to come back down from your orgasm.

The overstimulation is almost too painful, but you also don’t want to stop. Kun starts to moan more often, which you assume to be an alert to his impending orgasm. You hardly come down from your second orgasm when the third forces its way through. Tears start rolling down your cheeks as the nearly painful orgasm wrecks you. As you scream and moan at the feeling, Kun’s orgasm finally hits him. He pulls out and cums across your belly. He pushes his fingers back into you and presses his thumb to your clit to help you ride out the rest of your orgasm. 

When you finally start to catch your breath, Kun has already manifested two glasses of water and wiped your belly clean. He pulls you to sit up and then onto his lap. Your body is shaky and weak from the intensity of three orgasms and crying. The wizard continually rubs your back and presses kisses to your hair.

“The potion wear off for you?” He asks quietly.

“Mmm,” is all you can muster at the moment.

“You did so good, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.”

You shift in his lap, wincing slightly at your sore state.

“Was it too much?”

“I think we both needed to fuck it out.” You mumble, still very much out of it.

Kun nods and holds you a bit tighter, “If you accidentally mess up a potion again, just tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” you respond, “Kun?”

“Hmm?”

“What does this mean?”

Kun sighs in thought, “It doesn’t need to mean anything. But– you want honesty?”

“Complete.”

“I wouldn’t mind taking you out on a date or two if you let me.”

You pull your head away from his shoulder, “I’m your apprentice… is that allowed?”

He shrugs at you, “There are plenty of witches and wizards who have their partners as their apprentices.”

You smile, “I’d like that then, only if you promise we can have fun with this new brew sometimes still.”

“Deal.”

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[1moreoffkeyanthem]

My favorite Stan Moments in this btw:

Kyle’s hard days were always his own hard days, seeing him suffer like that. The uncertainty, the anger, everything he’d felt and seen since selling part of his soul to the Haven was only a drop in the ocean to what Kyle had faced all those years.

All those years, even before moving onto the ranch, of not being looked after emotionally, being seen as a possession rather than an equal, of being toyed with physically. Roughly. Abused repeatedly and gas lit into believing he wasn’t. Wanting so badly to be loved in the way HE loved others, only to have it be thrown back into his face, to be thrown around, beaten within an inch of his life there at the end…

See, that’s what drove Stan’s bouts of anxiety about the whole thing. His nightmares were always about losing Kyle. He was okay once he realized Kyle was there.

Goddamnit. He didn’t want to cry in public, but he hated that he couldn’t fix this. Only time could, and Stan couldn’t control time.

“I wish I could take it from him, Ken. I really do. Like, on his bad days he makes himself worse because he feels so helpless. It’s so fucking scary, seeing him like that.” He stubbornly blinked back the burn in his sinuses. “He’s not weak, dude, he knows he’s not, he’s just sick, and traumatized, and he’d totally kick my ass if he heard me say this, but I just want to wrap him in that shit they stuff quilts with and protect him from everything that could ever hurt him, but I CAN’T because even if the Spider’s gone, he hurt him so BAD, Kenny, and I can’t protect him from his memories or the dreams-“

“I’m sorry I’m… broken,” he whispered.

“Hey, no.” Stan brushed his thumb over Kyle’s cheekbone and kissed his forehead. “You’re not broken. You’re HEALING.”

Kenny’s heart broke for both of them. They’d been through Hell, no one could deny that. But they had each other, at the end of the day, and nothing would ever change that.

Yeah I just love this Stan ok

So guess whomst wrote a lil sum that only a handful of people will be down with?

That’s right, a sequel to my weirdass rural horror magical realism bs The Webs In The Rafters, here’s No Strings Attached

Welcome to Post Traumatic Spider Disorder

[crisiscutie]

What does yandere father sephiroth do when reader finds out the truth about her origins?

It really depends on the "truth" we're talking about here. Sephiroth more or less orchestrated a perfect plan to ensure that Daughter Darling remains within his grasp. Though his fatal flaw is his arrogance. He'd be far too content with his plan, which will certainly lead him to underestimate her at one point. Musings here.

There's two ways of how this can go, but I will only summarize a few points of Sephiroth's "truth" route as I don't want to give away too much of this AU's plot so soon.

Content Warning: Yandere Father Sephiroth. Unsettling family dynamics. Rebirth Spoilers.

Sephiroth's "truth": In this route, he doesn't mind mixing bits of the actual truth with his vision. Firstly, he allows his sweet girl "run" away again, this time to a universe of Gaia where his plans seemingly weren't enacted yet. She'll meet his nemesis Cloud and his party, and tell them all about her father's plan to merge this universe with the others for the "reunion" of worlds. Then, his whispers will allow themselves to be dispelled by her, so she can easily gain their trust. (Daughter Darling always thought that she could counter them) And he'd use this version of Cloud to stay close to her personally... After all, he is his faithful puppet.

This would only be the stepping stone of making her see his truth. He'd take over Cloud much more often, making him become more possessive of her, him more deadly and cold towards his enemies. Sephiroth would use him as an example of how ugly humanity is. How she should stay away from them... How they would taint her purity... And then the fights against the JENOVA variants would hit far too close to home, as Daughter Darling already has a fear of JENOVA itself and tentacles.

So, at the final fight with the last JENOVA variant, Sephiroth whisks Daughter Darling away from everyone else, just in time for the big revelation. With her in his arms, he how much he missed his sweet girl, while his fingers traced patterns on her cheek. She'll resist him, of course, but he'd smirk and remind her he's the very reason for her individuality, the reason she isn't a puppet like Cloud. He was the one to give her that privilege. She, his precious daughter, is a valuable piece of his dear mother. From her cheek to her chest, he slid his hand down, unzipping her trenchcoat and uncovering the unsettling pink glow coming from her bare skin. Her protomateria.

The JENOVA monster that they had been battling turned out to be her. She was none other than a unique, rogue and feral part of JENOVA, with a will of its own. But it still possessed an insatiable thirst for destruction and chaos. Nothing could stop it until Sephiroth discovered the protomateria from this specific world that reverted it to a tame human form. Sephiroth still couldn't control her directly... Still, he took pity on her and besides; she interested him greatly. So, out of the goodness of his heart, he raised her as his own daughter. His sweet, obedient girl who will rule the worlds at his side. He is her savior. Her protector. Her everything... She reminded him of so much himself. He had to do the right thing after all.

So now she understood. All what he did was to protect her from the cruel worlds that would reject her. That saw her as a monster that needed to be destroyed.

Her childish rebellions would finally come to an end as he wiped away her broken tears, his velvety voice whispering his words of eternal love and support.

What parts are true, you think?

[strayheartless]

Zakkura Ideas from the games:

While playing through Remake and Rebirth there’s been a couple of scenes that I’ve thought about that have potential for sweet Zack lives Zakkura moments. So since I’m a lazy critter who’s currently knee deep in GenGeal week writing, have some ideas I may or may never use:

1. The first being the walk around sector seven. Tifa is showing them around, chatting animatedly with Zack who’s willing to be Clouds voice when he blanks a question. Then the weapons shop owner yells at Cloud, and Zack just watches the internal shutters slam down behind the blondes eyes. He’s about to snap back in Clouds defence but Cloud mutters “leave it” and walks out.

Again, when they go up to stargazer to see marle she insults Cloud. Zack can’t help the string of pure Rhapsodos grade poison that drip off of his tongue when Cloud defensivly says he’s doing his best. Zack snaps at Marle,

“and what would you know about his skills? No offence ma’am but you don’t know the first thing about Cloud and I’d ask you to watch your mouth when making sweeping statements about his abilities. I ain’t got no quarrel with a woman who knows her mind, but I do when that mind thinks it can belittle people on the virtue of their looks. Clouds got skill in buckets and just cause you ain’t got the time or inclination to learn, that ain’t his problem.”

Tifa’s speachless, Marles impressed, Clouds a little turned on by the thick Gongaga accent that snuck through in the middle there.

2. After Cloud falls into the church Zack goes looking for him. It takes hours but they finally bump into each other by the gates to sector seven. Zack is all at once relieved and mortified that Aerith saved him and hilarity ensues as Cloud mentions Aerith had some excellent stories to tell about dates gone wrong. “How come you never built me a cart for all the flowers you apparently bought from your secret girlfriend?”

“She wasn’t secret! You and I hadn’t met! Aerith and I only broke up after modeoheim!”

“Ah yes ‘sorry Aer, Angeal really messed me up, I gotta get my head straight before I can treat you right’ At least it wasn’t over the phone,” Aerith giggles.

“No fair no fair! It wasn’t like that! Cloud and I didn’t date for a year after Angeal died! I’m serious!”

Cloud and Aerith share a mischievous look. “Should we forgive him?”

“Na, make his suffer some more, maybe he’ll cry.”

Zack spends the rest of the evening at the mercy of their teasing.

3. The calm date, except it’s not Aerith and Cloud it’s Zack and Cloud. Clouds not got the issue of thinking he’s Zack in this AU so he remembers nibelhiem the way it was. Everyone in the group knows he wasn’t a soldier like Zack, but Cloud keeps getting these moments where he’ll forget any time has passed and ask what time their due back at the tower.

So they have a little debrief as they stare out at the town, and Cloud leans on Zack unexpectedly saying “thank you for taking care of me. I know I’m not what you signed up for,”. Zack immediately makes him turn to face him and is all like “sweetheart, no. Okay? We’re not doing that. We both went through hell, and just cause your brains taking a longer route to recovery doesn’t mean your not who I fell in love with, got it?”

Cloud gets all flustered and knocks his hands away, turning, but then whispers “you love me?” And Zack just grins, cause good he’d hoped Cloud picked that bit up.

4. Costa Del Sol, Zack lets Cloud wander on his own, cause he’s not as worried here. He himself goes wandering for some beams to patch the holes in their hotel rooms. When he’s done Jonny lends him some beach wear and he heads down to go cool off in the sea, only to find Cloud crouched over looking for sea glass.

“I’m putting my foot down at no more than three small pocket rocks Cloudy skies. We ain’t got the space for friends.”

Cloud stands and pushes a big bit of deep blue sea glass into Zack’s hands. “Here….” It’s all he gets before Clouds trying to escape but Zack catches him.

“You giving me pretty rocks is literally my favourite thing ever. You’re like a baby chocobo.” He gets kicked in the shin for that but he’ll take it. “Can I start calling you piko?” He gets punched in the stomach.

5. Corel mako reactor. The second Cloud nearly goes over Barret still catches him but Zack’s dictating what to do. He’s getting Cloud lane on his side, checking his pulse and eyes. When the others go to get the cart, Zack stays with Cloud, Aerith and Nanaki.

“Is he gonna be okay?”

“He’s fine. As scary as it sounds this has happened before, I’ll carry him if he’s still sick.”

“When did it happen before?”

“After the lab… told you we were there five years.”

“You never said what happened.”

“Bit o’ this, bit o’ that.”

“But what?”

“Torture Aerith. They tortured him.”

“You mean ‘us’?”

“Whatever… Cloud seemed to take the brunt of it. Never did find out why.”

6. Golden saucer. Zack comes to check on Cloud and finds him sleepy and a little vulnerable.

“You feeling better enough to go win me a chocobo, chocobo?”

“I’m better enough to kick you off the bed for the name.”

They go round holding hands and taking it slow. They’re not hurrying, just having a date. They find Tifa and Aerith hiding together and give eachother knowing looks. Then just before Cait Sith appears to ruin everyone’s day, Cloud asks if they can just sit for a bit and just be together. It’s a sweet moment.

7. Zack head butting a guard to try and get to Cloud in Corel Prison. Cloud telling him to just trust him. Zack still having a bit of PTSD induced rage as they’re taken.

[otaku-tyriq]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "otaku-tyriq"?

Hmmmmm that is a tough one because I read so many fanfictions on a daily basis xD but i will try my best.

My absolute favourite has got to be Shed Skin by Penguinabominations and snowxhanyouxqueen

It’s a fanfiction from the Yakuza franchise and is set within an alternative Version of Yakuza 0. An absolutely fantastic read, a gorgeous writing style and intriguing characterisation of Kiryu and Majima. Highly recommend it, but please read the tags first for potential Triggers.

Broken Paradise by Anonymous

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53892664

This fanfic man… It lowkey broke me. Another Yakuza fanfiction this time focussing on my favourite character from the franchise: Ichiban Kasuga. The fanfic heavily discusses themes of SA but in a respectful manner. But still only read this if you are in a mentally safe place. But like shed skin, this fan fiction NAILS the characterisation of the cast, with its dialogue sounding like it could be straight from the game itself.

Angel in the Architecture by just_a_lil_shipmate

Honestly a fantastic Trigun AU where Wolfwood gets put in charge to be the new priest at an old town’s church. But soon he realises that he is not alone in that old building. 10/10 highly reccomend it to any and all Vashwood shippers.

My All is in the form of you by FairyCrest

Over the past year or so Haikaveh has slowly started to replace Zhongchi as my absolute favourite Genshin ship of all times and this adorable little one shot collection is like a box of chocolates to me. Tiny yet packed with sweetness

The world I mean to destroy by nekomancer

A Sherliam Titanic AU, but by god did this one have me hooked from start to finish. The characterisation is a bit off at times but overall a really good read

The Kid and the Beast by Anonymous

A Beauty and the Beast Monkie Kid AU focussing on Sun Wukong and MK, but rather then shipping Sun Wukong and MK, it depicts the story in a father-son/found family angle. An overal really wholesome story

The Dragon Prince by scrunt413

A fantasy Asoryuu Fanfiction. What if the brave knight finds himself on a quest to defeat the evil dragon and rescue the kidnapped prince, only to find out that…. The dragon is the kidnapped prince?

The King’s Consort by Flowerlady Aerith

I love Souyo, I love the princessbride. This au is tailormade for me

By any other pen name by Prudabaga

A moshang fanfic in which Shang Qinghua anonymously publishes erotic novels about himself and Mobei-Jun. Hilarity and smut ensue.

The Alpha King & I by caelestisxyz

I know A/B/O is not for everyone and that is absolutely understandable. But regardless this fanfic has such a dope concept of a rebirth AU that i haven’t really seen recreated since by any other fanfic author. So if you don’t mind a/b/o aspects in your story i highly recommend this one.

As for the reason why my username is Otaku-tyriq, the story behind it is actually pretty boring. When i was 11 i realised i was genderfluid and literally just googled "genderneutral names” and found the name Tyrik. So i changed the letter k to a q for my tumblr name and most of my social media handles as most usernames with the name Tyrik was usually already taken.

The otaku part of my username is self explanatory. I’m a geek who loves japanese pop culture and media. An otaku.

[piebingo]

More yr fanfic recommendations here you go!

All my loving (I will send to you) | chaptered | completed | by pagegirlintraining / @pagegirlintraining

“ Especially now that they’d been happily dating again for nearly ten months, Simon could’ve easily just teased Wille about being a drama queen and then kissed the pout off his lips.

He didn’t, though. Instead, he kept staring at Wille’s handwriting, usually scrawly but now tidy and precise, feeling his heart slowly break for the sad, lonely boy who’d written and never sent this letter all those months ago.”

In which Simon finds an unsent love letter from Wille and decides to reply in big style.

I have read this one many times, because it’s just that good. As is everything by this author. This fic is just full of love and sweetness and captures everything I love about wilmon and their love. Do yourself a favour and read it (again, if you’ve already read it).

You’re still the one | chaptered | completed | by queerfrogprince / @thewaterloovases

Simon and Wille meet on tumblr as teenagers, but when they lose contact, Simon doesn't think he'll ever hear from Wille again, much less bump into him in a supermarket in Stockholm one random afternoon. It's been five years, after all. He barely even thinks about Wille anymore.

But, it seems, Wille never stopped thinking about him. Maybe it's not too late to rekindle what they had at fifteen, after all.

AKA Simon has only ever loved two boys: Harry Styles, and Prince Wilhelm of Sweden.

If, like me, you can be a bit hesitant when real people are included in fics, this is one I recommend anyway! It’s really cute and feels a bit like an ode to tumblr. Wilmon starting as best friends will always get me. Also read the second one in the series!

The season of rebirth | chaptered | completed | by notalotgoingonatthisinstant/ @notalotgoingonatthisinstant

Simon knows two things:

1. Wille is the love of his life and Simon would have married him already if not for him being the Crown Prince. Plus, Simon knows that they won’t be treated like a serious couple by a lot of people until then. BUT,

2. Marrying Wille will be a spectacle that will change his life forever and strip him of his civilian identity, apart from giving the Queen and the Court the satisfaction of tiring Simon out.

But Easter is the season of rebirth, and maybe there is something poetic to be said about it triggering the death of Simon's civilian identity and the birth of Prince Simon.

This fic is a pure delight! It’s sweet and funny, and Wille is a little shit and Simon is Simon, and you should really check out this whole series actually.

See you (soon) | chaptered | completed | by gulliblelemon / @gulliblelemon

All of a sudden Wille didn’t hate everything. Or, he still hated most things. But he didn’t hate whoever this person was, singing with all his might on a sunny stage in front of hundreds of boring, judgemental spectators.

OR

Wille never attends Hillerska but is still dragged to the jubilee celebrations, where he sees an angelic choir boy for the first time and maybe falls a little bit in love. He drums up the courage to talk to him, and then does everything in his power to see him again. And Erik is around to tease him a little bit too.

This was very sweet (I like sweet fics, what can I say?) and I loved seeing how they would meet again and again. I love those kind of AU where they meet anyway, even if Wille doesn’t go to Hillerska. I suggest reading the whole series.

Simon-Appreciation-Posts | oneshot | completed | by DrogonTheDragon

Wille didn't mean for it to blow up as it did. He didn’t.

… or

Wille makes a secret Simon Eriksson fan account and it gets a lot more attention than he intended.

Listen, I love me some good media posts in fics, but I love it even more when Wille makes them because he’s obsessed with Simon. He loves to look at pictures of Simon! We’ve seen it! Anyway this a nice fun fic that brings the mood up.

Ours | oneshot | completed | by RubyIntyale / @earlgrey-lateatnight

He leaned over Simon’s bed to grab another pillow, something to rest his back against so the ridge of the mattress would stop digging in so badly.

Huh. That was weird. Why did Simon have…? Oh.

I love love love when people write that missing scene, and this one is amazing.

Other recs: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

[southelroydrive]

safe from the world.

pairing: nancy wheeler x f!reader summary: you and your girlfriend take a moment to yourselves before the battle against vecna. word count: 1.3k title: intertwined by dodie warnings: none a/n: probably not accurate to the canon timeline, a short draft whilst i painstakingly write this ghostface!ronance au

the world seemed to be at peace that one spring morning. a truly spectacular thing despite everything the town of hawkins had been through in the last few days. but, as nature began its rebirth, you find a rare moment of serenity in the seemingly cursed town.

the wind rustles through the trees, birds chirping their sweet symphony that fills the peaceful quiet that surrounds lover’s lake. morning dew still clings to the grass, glistening in the sunlight as it casts a golden haze over the town. a breeze of the wind swirls around you, brushing against your skin with the soft caress of a lover. 

“we’re almost there, i promise.”

her voice, a caress much like the wind. it wraps you in its embrace, soothing the terror that plagues your mind in a time like this. the death and tragedy, the horrors that scar the back of your eyelids as you try to sleep each night, all slipping away with the weight of her hand in yours. you feel the blades of grass tickling your ankles as she guides you along.

a tender smile spreads across your lips, not uncommon in the presence of the girl in front of you. the picturesque display of nature around you fades away, not worthy of your attention when you’re distracted by her curly hair that bounces with every step of her boots against the ground.

in fact, you're so distracted that you don't notice your foot getting caught in a tree root. in a matter of seconds, you let out a panicked yelp that alerts her, head snapping to look back at you and a sharp cry of your name leaving her lips. your eyes screw shut, anticipating the moment your body hits the grass-covered ground but it never comes. instead, her arms wrap around you, your face smacking into her shoulder.

“sweetheart!” she gasps through her laughter, stumbling backwards as your entire body weight slams against her. “be careful!”

“sorry, sorry! it was an accident!” you can’t help but laugh along with her, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. your hands press against her chest, gently pushing yourself upright. her grip loosens around you, resting lightly on your hips just to be safe.

her chest vibrates with her dying laughter, a soft sigh spilling from her lips as she gazes up at you. her lips curl into an amused smirk, but her eyes still hold the same tenderness they always do as she looks at you. she carefully brushes your hair, smoothing down the frazzled pieces from your stumble. 

“come on, before you break a leg.” her loving gaze shimmers with a teasing glint as she pats your cheek, placing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose before abruptly turning around. her hand slides into yours once more, keeping her grip firm as she gently tugs you along.

“hey!” you whine, lips forming into a pout despite the fact she couldn’t see. but she can practically hear it in your tone, making a smirk tug at your girlfriend’s lips. with another soft tug, you roll your eyes and fall back into a comfortable silence. 

it’s not long until you reach the clearing, just as she had promised. the trees wrap around the space, offering you complete privacy from the prying eyes of the town. nobody but you, your lover and the lake, which sparkled with every ripple of the water. the sun gracing the land in its light. 

nancy’s hand slowly slips away from yours, fingertips brushing against yours as her feet carry her to the edge of the lake. you watch as she lowers herself to the ground, knees pulled to her chest. she learned a long time ago not to care about the mud staining her skirt, rather a delicate reminder of the time spent with you.  

her head turns to look back at you, the tenderness in her eyes never leaving once. fingertips brushing against the grass, an invitation. 

you take it. 

you walk over, sinking to the ground beside her, your legs stretched out in front of you. she rests her head against you, her rosy cheek warm against your shoulder. like a moth to a flame, her hand finds yours. covering it with hers, the pad of her thumb grazes over your skin. 

her touch lingers on the scar that decorates your knuckle, a scar she knows all too well. she could never forget that night, the flickering lights, the beastly screeches and piercing gunshots echoing in her ears. the same night, the same scar that proved that she had broken her promise. she was going to keep you safe, she wasn’t going to let anything hurt you. why did she let it hurt you?

“nance?” your voice is gentle, like the ripple of the water or the breeze, when you call out her name. and in an instant, her worries melt away, tucked neatly into a box for another time. her attention now solely devoted to you, the you that is safe and, most importantly, alive.

head tilting down to look at her in the eyes, your brows are laced together in concern. lips twisted into a small frown, gazing at her with a benevolence that makes her heart warm in her chest. “you okay?”

“now i am.” she whispers, meeting your gaze with her own look of affection. and she means it. with you, the storm that is nancy wheeler’s mind calms, you’re the sun that permeates the grey clouds that form her thoughts. 

and when her eyes flicker back down to the scar on your hand that has long healed, she tries to see it as less of her mistake and more of how brave her girl is. a display of how much you had grown in those few years.

a peaceful silence falls over the two of you, and as you sit together in your own safe haven away from all the ugly truths of the town you lived in, you feel at peace.

nancy suddenly shifts, her head lifting off your shoulder and hand leaving yours. you turn, watching with a loving smile as your girlfriend tilts her body to lie down in the grass, her own head resting in your lap. her curls form a halo around her face, your own angel on earth gazing up at you with eyes that hold nothing short of pure love and affection.

your hands quickly find her hair, brushing through the curls you love so much. she rewards you with her soft hums of pleasure, like sweet music to your ears. her eyes shut, dark lashes fluttering.

the tenderness of this moment with the love of your life makes the rest of the world come to a stand still. you knew there was nothing else you would ever want, for all you could ever need was right in front of you. and as that silence washes over you once again, the looming threat of what is to come fades away.

until she breaks it.

“angel?” she murmurs, eyes cracking open to peer up at you. blue eyes filled with uncertainty, causing your own expression to twinge with concern. 

“yes, nance?”

“do you… do you think we’ll be okay?”

her words make your movements falter for a moment, your girlfriend’s uncertainty becoming clear to you now. you are both no strangers to the monsters of the upside down, yet you know how much responsibility she feels over how this battle will turn out. you let out a deep sigh, your breath shaky as your free hand finds hers once again.

“we’re gonna be okay, baby. i know it.” 

you accompany your words with a squeeze to her hand. and, despite the fact that nancy nods in response, you both know your words aren’t entirely true. there was simply too much that could go wrong to safely say. yet, in this moment, all your worries were better left unsaid. scared that speaking the truth could make it a reality. 

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

because no matter what happens in the next few hours, when you’re forced to fight horrors that will remain unknown to the rest of the world, you know that you have your love. and that’s all that mattered. 

[perotovar]

fic masterlist

-> series

frankie morales/oc!river price

— into the beat of the night (ongoing)

summary: frankie morales thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

javier peña/joel miller

— baby, i'm-a want you - a miniseries (ongoing)

summary: javier peña has been doing this a long time. he's really good at his job. joel miller? not so much. he started doing this to get some extra cash to support his daughters. what happens when they're supposed to do a scene together? aka, the au where javier and joel are gay porn stars~

shane morrissey/tim rockford

— bloody kisses - a loose fit series (ongoing)

summary: shane has been in denial about himself for a while. newly single and with the help of one of his favorite singers, he opens his eyes to a new venture he could possibly take: the cop he sees on a semi-regular basis, detective tim rockford.

marcus pike/oc!vincent monet

— ain't it sweet - a loose fit series (ongoing)

summary: it's been two years since marcus moved to dc for work. he's spent a lot of time reflecting and more importantly, being single. he's not in a hurry to settle down just yet, but a handsome art history professor might make that a little difficult.

-> oneshots/drabbles

pero tovar

— ásjá - a winter solstice story (oneshot)

summary: pero picks up a contract that leads him "somewhere up north", but what he finds instead is unlike anything he imagined for himself. or, what would happen if pero encountered the vikings during their winter celebration?

joel miller

— given to fly - a joel/tess drabble

summary: joel has a chance to reflect a little about tess while at bill and frank's.

if you'd like a tutorial or you have any questions, my dm's/askbox are always open!

javi gutierrez

— rebirth - a pride month oneshot

summary: javi has been wanting to let his partner know something for a long time. in fact, this is something that javi has thought about for their entire life, and they're comfortable enough to finally say it.

jack daniels/marcus pike

— before a mirror - a drabble

summary: jack's a little lonely, so he takes a walk to a museum to see his favorite painting.

dieter bravo/din djarin

— this protector - a oneshot

summary: dieter and his bodyguard, din, get the wrong hotel room. i wonder what happens...

joel miller/m!oc

— limits - oneshot

summary: so like, imagine a world where bulls evolved to be bi-pedal and can mate with humans, but it's not a common practice. don't think too hard about it, just imagine you're a new farm hand/stable boy and caught the attention of one of those bulls, okay?

jack daniels/trans man!reader

— cold - oneshot

summary: jack is a big baby while he's sick, so that means you have to be the one to take care of him.

[glitchy-npc]

Wip Wednesday ✨

thank you for the tags @darkfire1177 and @ladyshivs! Uhh lets see what I got here.

I got my first draft of my AU Roulette time travel prompt. Was going for an F!Dr. Mortum and unnamed/ungendered Sidestep but fizzled out when my fantasy science didn't sound believable enough askjdl.

aaaand a bit of Argent/Ortega banter meant to take place just after Steps first visit to HQ in Rebirth. I'm waffling on whether I got their voices right, they sound a little too nice/understanding to each other.

Both are short (and rouuugh) but I'll put under a cut anyway

tagging @westealtoys, @autistic-sidestep, @bardicjustice, @ianthedebonair, @silvery-bluish, @punkranger,and anyone else who would like to.

Dr. Mortum removes her glasses and pinches the bridge of her nose as if it could stave off the steadily growing headache. Overworked, not enough sleep, she knows the signs well, but this project is too important to put off for something as frivolous as sleep.  It could change her life. And her love’s as well. All scientific breakthroughs start with a spark of an idea, a dream, right? If someone had asked the good doctor a few weeks ago if she thought time travel was probable she would have laughed in their face. It's a popular subject in science – the fictional kind. And why wouldn’t it be popular? It speaks to a longing in all humans, that if they could just go back in time and fix their mistakes, everything would be better, clearer. But there's a reason it's fiction. The human body is just too fragile. Similar to the effects of long term containment in her gun, compressing a body through space and time is too much of a strain on a living organism’s cells. The body would deteriorate, if the subject didn’t die instantly, it would wish it had. The Void might have come close, their body able to move through pockets of space, but in the end their powers were as dangerous and unstable to themselves as they were to anyone else. Attempts to recreate the Void’s powers had been met with failure after failure. The body is just too fragile. But what about the mind? Human consciousness is far more elastic, mutable, and just recently discovered, not confined to a single body. Her love’s betrayal had stung. Lies buried under sweet kisses and whiskey’d gossip, delivered from a stranger’s lips. The confession was absurd, impossible but in the end it was the only thing that made sense. The doctor couldn’t ignore the proof right in front of her eyes.

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“Knock, knock.” Lady Argent’s knuckles echo against the metal door frame of Charge’s office. The public one. Electronic door lock politely opening for her because she “asked” so sweetly. Most of the tech in HQ loved her, no one else ever bothered to ask. “Now to what do I owe the pleasure?” Ricardo flashes her a brilliant smile, the effect utterly ruined by the ridiculous half mustache. The stitches on his lip a parting gift from Retribution.  “Thought you could eat.” She tosses a bag of chips at him, caught easily. At least he still has his reflexes, even if he’s as battered and bruised as she’s ever seen him. And still at work. “And you could use the company.” “Aww are you mothering me now? I’m flattered but I already have one mama to fuss over me.” He leans back in his chair, casual and nonchalant, and she pretends not to notice the wince. “Shut up.” Lady Argent drags over a chair, throwing herself down into it and propping her feet up on his desk before delving into her own bag of chips. It’s not enough to sate her little friends but every little bit helps. “Besides that's too big a job for any one woman and you know it.”  “I suppose you're right…” He trails off, uncharacteristically low on banter. That’s new.  ‘You look like shit.” The bluntness of her statement teases a laugh from him at least. “Yeah, feel it too.” Now that's definitely new. No bravado, no returned insult.  “Ugh, next you’re gonna tell you your thinking of retirement.” “Hell no!”  “It's just, everytime something good happens, something worse happens.” “Good? Oh, your little friend-” Argent’s finger quotes are as sharp as blades. “Is back”

[arc-misadventures]

Thought of something...tasty for the Rebirth AU. How will Jaune react to seeing this universe's Cinder? Either young or after beacon

How about I do it in a slightly different manner~?

Those Amber Eyes

Jeanne: Hey, Jaune. What ya watching?

Jaune: Look for yourself.

Jeanne: Hmm? A video on, Atlas Specialist’s; Why would you watch a video about them?

Jaune: Look closely.

Jeanne: Hmm…?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Wait… That one with more red, then the other’s! I-Is that…?! No way…

Jaune: Yep, that there is, Specialist Cinder Fall.

Jeanne: She’s a specialist; Not some crazed homicidal maniac?!

Jaune: Nope, that’s my world’s, Cinder Fall. In your world she became a Specialist.

Jeanne: Wow… Was she any good?

Jaune: I don’t know… I only learned she was a specialist after I tore up the school, well your, Beacon I should say. So I don’t know if she good. But, I assume she would be, you have to be among the best of the best to be a, Specialist.

Jeanne: I remember that day. Man you wasted those guys. Shame I missed it, probably would have joined you in the chaos.

Jaune: You would of?

Jeanne: Hell yeah I would have!

Jaune: Okay… Why?

Jeanne: Oh, well I was sick of the guys; After you remoulded the courtyard with them, Rin, Nora, and I elected to have, Pyrros removed from our team, and had May take his place.

Jaune: You did that?

Jeanne: Yeah, we just got sick of, Pyrros, and Team RWBY’s antics, so we basically cut all contact with them afterwards.

Jaune: Was this all my fault?

Jeanne: No… No, no it wasn’t, well, maybe a little. But, you mostly just shinned a light on the problem.

Jaune: What was the problem?

Jeanne: A whole lotta stuff; The staring, the invasion of my personal space, the arguments over me. Ruben was the least troublesome one to deal with; He usually, just stared, and shadow me all the time. And, I mean, all the time. He never had a crush before so I don’t think he knew what to do. William, kept saying stuff like, ‘Imagine all the things we could do together with my families vast wealth.’ Basically he kept on trying to bride me with shiny stuff.

Jaune: Seriously; What did he think you were, some sort of hooker?

Jeanne: I should have gutted him like a pig… That little…!

Jaune: Whoops… Uhhh…? W-What about, Yin, and Blake, were they just as bad?

Jeanne: Oh those two were the worst! Blake kept trying to recommend those damn, Ninjas of Desire books to me! In hope to reenact those cheesy sex scenes!

Jaune: Saw that coming. And, Yin, what did he do?

Jeanne: He bombarded me with horrible, horrible sexual innuendoes, and third-rate pick up lines. The only jokes was him thinking those would work on anyone, much less me!

Jaune: And, what about, Pyrros; Why did you give him the boot?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Trust…

Jaune: Trust?

Jeanne: Yeah… The girls, and I started to stop trusting him after a while, we just didn’t feel comfortable around him anymore. He started glaring at anyone who got close to me, acting all possessive of me. He also started staring at me a little too much, trying to sneak a peak at me. I started changing in the bathroom to stay away from him. The final nail in the coffin came the day before you beat the crap out of the lot of ‘em up.

Jaune: What did he do to you?

Jeanne: Not to me, but to, Rin…

Jaune: Rin?! What did he do to her?!

Jeanne: He was trying to get her to kiss him. Kept pushing closer, and closer to her. Rin managed to keep him at a distance from her, and, Nora soon came, and Pyrros backed off, but, Rin was in a terrible state. Pyrros didn’t do anything to her, but the shock of what he was trying to do sent her semblance into overdrive. The three of us fled to, Vale for the day, and we went back to school the next day, we wanted to ask, Selma to have him removed from our team, and then you showed up.

Jaune: That bastard! I should have done more to him then break his aura!

Jeanne: Why do you think I wanted to be there.

Jaune: But, to do that to, Rin! She such a sweet, and caring girl. Why would he do that to her?!

Jeanne: I never asked, never really wanted to know why either. But, I think his persona of, The Invincible Man got to his head, and he started thinking stuff like, “I Pyrros Nikos, I can do whatever the fuck I want!” Fucking bastard… Would have preferred if he did that to me in all honesty, save, Rin the trauma of it all.

Jaune: And, because you would have flambéed him if he so much as touched you?

Jeanne: Hell yeah I would have.

Jaune: I would have liked to have seen that!

Jeanne: Yeah, me too.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Are you scared?

Jeanne: Scared, scared of what?

Jaune: Going to, Beacon, seeing who’s there? Considering we don’t know who’s going to be there, and all, you’re worried you might come across someone you don’t want to see again.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: There are many people I want to see again… But, there are more people I hope to never see again. I can’t tell who might be here in this world. Sure, Pyrrha, and Salem are here. But, until we’re at, Beacon, anyone could be there! We won’t know if it’s Weiss, or William for at least two more years, and even if one of them is, Weiss, who’s to say, Ruben, or Yin aren’t here, instead of, Ruby, and, Yang! I don’t want them to be here, I want your Team RWBY, Pyrrha, and my, Rin. I want this to be the happier life you didn’t get to live. But, I don’t know what’s going to happen, and that scares me… I’m scared of what might happen, Jaune…

Jaune: I see… Tell me, what do you see in, Cinder’s eyes, Jeanne?

Jeanne: Cinder’s eyes?

Jaune: Yeah, what do you see?

Jeanne: Amber…?

Jaune: Besides the incredibly obvious; what can you see?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Pride… Pride in… In herself for becoming a specialist…?

Jaune: And…?

Jeanne: Hope…? Hope in what she can become, and could do for others…

Jaune: What else do you see?

Jeanne: Joy… She’s happy that she made it this far…?

Jaune: Pride, hope, and joy… I can see all of that, and more in her eyes. My, Cinder was filled with rage, hate, and sorrow… That’s all she ever had in her. But, this… This isn’t my, Cinder, she’s something else, someone else. I hope I can meet her one day, I’d love to get to know her.

Jeanne: W-Why are you telling me this?

Jaune: Because, Jeanne. No matter what it is, what we may find, and encounter; It can be that bad. We have no idea what we’ll face, but as long as we face it together, it can’t be that bad.

Jeanne: Jaune… You’re a hopeless goofball…

Jaune: True. But, still relax, Jeanne, we’re together in this, and no matter what comes, we’ll make sure we have a better life this time.

Jeanne: Promise?

Jaune: Arc’s promise.

The twins soon enveloped one another in a deep hug, as the stay on the couch to watch a movie.

But, unbeknownst to the twin, one figure stood hidden in the shadows, over hearing the tail end of their conversation. He smiled softly as he saw the pair comfort one another. But, his smile fell as those words his son spoke echoed in his mind over, and over again.

Acheius: ‘This life…’ What the hell do you mean by that, Jaune?