#and i KNOW i have another ask prompt thingy in my inbox from you that i've been putting off but i'll fucking get to it i promise i will

[six-eyed-samurai]

Firstly congratulations on your followers! :) Secondly maybe the prompt R is for Romance from your yandere list with either reader and Rengoku or Dabi(from mha)? You don't have to do it if you don't want too, but I hope your day's good!

SUMMARY: A drunken game on the rooftop was not how you imagined would be the reason you were suddenly locked into a basement by none other than Dabi himself A/N: TY TY! Sadly my Yandere Alphabet is actually for neutral characters, however I can still pull off the R is for Romance for you! I was having a good day, ty, my best friend came back today lmao WARNINGS: This is yandere, so MDNI and in no way do I condone this sort of relationship. Also alcohol, swearing, maybe OOC Dabi (I did my best I'm sorry) My inbox is still open if you would like to request for the event!

"Good Lord what letter comes after M?"

"O, stupid."

"Shut it Panda Eyes." You threw the bottle cap at your companion. He went cross eyed tracking it but maybe he was just drunk.

You both were, actually. Very much inebriated on top of some rooftop (how did you get up there again? Never mind it was going to give you an even bigger headache to try and remember) of some building in some place you had long forgotten during the alcohol binge you two were on. You wouldn't have pulled this sort of dumb stunt usually but after a successful night (successful...something. Ugh, what sort of damned drink had Dabi bought?) he had convinced you that it was good to celebrate. Just you and him, the after party.

An after party with lots and lots of alcohol. There was still more and you reached for another bottle, tilting it back. Then your eyes narrowed, turning to the turquoise pair staring at you. "Bullshit! You liar, it's N!"

"If you (beep) knew, why ask?" Dabi chucked his bottle cap at you. The caps littered the ground everywhere around you both, actually, as the both of you had agreed that it would be the punishment if the other was unable to continue the game.

The game, right. You had made a dumb joke about a team-building exercise and what a great time it would be to do it now even though the rest of the League wasn't here, then Dabi had followed it up with a sly suggestion of Eye Spy. You elbowed him and complained it was boring. He jabbed his finger into your side and in the end the both of you agreed to play a game of Word Association following the alphabet. Only problem was the both of you were idiots.

"I forgot! You got it wrong as well!"

Dabi rolled his eyes. "Just get the hell on with it."

"Okay! N for uh...nap?"

"Boring. N for...nonsense."

"You're boring. O for...obsession."

Dabi raised an eyebrow, taking another sip. "O for only."

"P for...platypus? Shit, what was that cartoon? The one where that duck thingy - platypus, sorry - wore a hat?"

"What the hell do you even watch?" Dabi snorted. "The first thing you think of is platypus?"

"You literally said M for magnesium just now," you grumbled, finishing your bottle and snatching his.

"After you said L for Bozo. That doesn't even make sense."

"I changed it off to L for love!"

"Once again, ew," Dabi sighed. "P for perfect."

"Q for...queue."

"So original. Q for queen."

"I hate you so much." You threw your head back. "R for-"

"Romance."

A beat of silence. Then you burst out laughing. "What in the actual-?"

"What? Your L got me thinking," Dabi protested, oddly defensive, going as far as to turn away.

“Thinking of someone?” You teased, crawling closer.

“Yeah.” Dabi smirked and you ignored the twang in your heart to widen your grin.

“Hmmm….anyone I know?” You blinked. “Actually, I can’t believe I never asked before. What’s your type? Tall, short, long hair, freckles, innocent, bratty, big ass?”

Dabi arched an eyebrow. “You thinking of somebody?”

“NO!” You flushed and blamed it on alcohol. “I’ll tell you my type if you do.”

“And what is your type, princess?”

You decided to ignore the nickname. “To be honest I don’t really mind as long as he’s…uh, nice? I dunno. Just someone who can show me a good time.”

“Had no idea you were into that.”

“I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!” You whacked his arm. “Like, I want a guy who’s gonna come over on time, pick me up, take me to a place not necessarily dinner. Maybe an arcade date, mall date, anything is fine. Just talk and listen, you know? And drive me back, walk me to the door, say goodnight and shit. ‘Cause dating for me is getting to know someone really well and…yeah, know them inside out.”

“I have no idea whatever the (beep) it was you just said. You’re so eloquent when drunk.”

“Shut up. Like you’re not. I just want a gentleman. Respects boundaries and all that shit but I want someone - oh god this sounds stupid - who’s gonna make the effort with me to be our first and last. Does that make sense now?” You flopped onto your back. “I need another drink.”

“That? That’s it?” Dabi snorted and laughed. “Your ideal romance?”

“At least I can pull!” You realized you both were out of bottles and groaned. “Your turn.”

Dabi paused for a moment, then suddenly his face loomed over you in another smirk. “I’ll sum it up in one word. You. Can I take you on an “arcade date, mall date, anything is fine” tomorrow?”

And somehow you wound up anxiously pacing around the entrance of the local arcade Dabi had said he’d take you to anyway. You had already purchased some tokens, thanked God you hadn’t overdressed in your panic earlier, taken a few sips of water and what else? Right, fret your brains out over whether or not this was just a horrible joke made while inebriated.

“What the (beep).”

***

Because you’d be lying if you said you didn’t fancy Dabi himself.

Ain’t no way he had basically just confessed like that. Nuh uh. He was probably just as out of it like you were and in the blurred haze made a mistake. A stupid mistake that was twisting your heart and insides hard.

Yet why were you here? Because you’re delusional that’s why. And because the way he had said it last night seemed so sincere.

“Well, well, looks like I failed in being the gentleman, huh?”

“You did,” you quip out of habit, but your tone’s shaky. “No pick up?”

“I have no idea where you live,” Dabi said smoothly. “It’s alright, I’ve got plenty of ways to make up for it soon enough.”

“I dunno. You’re not a gentleman.”

***

But he was and it was…insane. Absolutely amazing and flattering and oh good god you couldn’t even describe it but it was completely INSANE how much Dabi proved you wrong with this behavior over the next six months of you and him dating. Because he kept proving your wrong, each time, that in fact he COULD BE a gentleman when he wanted to.

He came to go pick you up and followed you home. He always knew exactly what you wanted on the menu after pulling out your chair. He listened.

Dabi made the effort to be your first and last, like you said, unlike the flings before. He said as much on the last date. You were utterly head over heels, besotted, infatuated with him even more so when he admitted he had liked you from the start but wasn’t sure when was a good time to tell you.

So of course he was the first one you called in a panic when you discovered the camera in your bathroom.

You couldn’t believe you never noticed it before - and it terrified more that it could’ve been watching the unsuspecting you for god knew how long. It was only pure chance that you had suddenly spotted a peculiar glint in the mirror when wiping off the fog, partially hidden by your shower curtain. Oh god, oh god, oh god-

“Dabi?”

“Yeah, princess?” The crack in your voice had been exceedingly audible, as was his concerned tone. “You good?”

“There’sacameraspyingonmeinthebathroomIdon’tknowhowlongit’sbeenthere-”

“There you go again,” Dabi sighed, but his voice was placating, reassuring. “Slower this time?”

You took a deep breath. “I found a camera. In my bathroom. Some creep’s SPYING ON ME!”

“Get out of there right now and calm down, alright, sweetheart? I’ll be over in a minute.”

“You think the heroes put it there?”!”

“Doll, they’re horrible but they ain’t perverts. What’s so interesting in your bathroom besides you anyway?” Dabi’s joke came out tense and you heard a lot of background noise. “Look, like I said, get out of there. Don’t try to take it down-”

“Oops…”

“I’ll be over soon,” Dabi repeated and hung up.

You steadied yourself before examining the camera in your hand, sitting against the ladder that you had used to get up there. It was an ordinary CCTV looking thing and you had used a towel to cover the lens before taking it down. The wires stuck out and pricked at your palms.

Who would be watching you like this?

You needed air - the bathroom was too cramped suddenly. You ran out into your bedroom and threw open the window, dumping the camera on the ground, dry heaving while leaning out. You finally calmed down sufficiently to slide down the wall with a groan, tilting your head back while you anxiously waited for Dabi to show up.

Shit. No, no, no-

There was another camera hidden by the curtains.

Hysterical tears began streaking down your face. How long you had been there in a sobbing panic attack you didn’t know, barely hearing your front door open and the footsteps thundering into your bedroom. You didn’t register anything until you were suddenly wrapped up in Dabi’s arms, head tucked against his chest as he awkwardly stroked your hair.

“Hey, calm down, alright?”

“I’m scared. I’m so damn scared that someone’s been watching me all this time. You know there’s another camera? I found another.” You hiccuped and exhaled. “Okay, okay, I’m calm now.”

“Great. Let’s get you a drink of water and we’ll talk.”

He led you to the kitchen and poured you a glass, the both of you seated at your small dining table while you fought to clear your head. Dabi watched you intently, tapping his foot on the ground.

So you had discovered the cameras, huh? A bad thing, but the fact that you had called him meant you had no idea it was him…just as well, really. Dabi could use this to his advantage - make you more dependent on him.

He internally chuckled. You hadn’t noticed the burn on your wall near the cameras then, when he had accidentally caught a wire aflame setting it up.

But outwardly he twisted his face into one of concern.

“We can’t report this to the police,” he started. “You’re a known member of the League.”

“Then what? I’m not staying here anymore!”

“You could live with me.” He caught your expression and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that, but you sure are eager, huh?”

“SH-SHUT IT!”

“Back to the point. Your stalker might’ve put up some other cameras, not just your bathroom or your bedroom window. You could live with me while we look for the bastard,” Dabi said, quite convincingly. “I’ll take care of you. Ideal romance, right?”

You snorted a half laugh at that. “You really do surprise me - wait.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“The camera.” You felt yourself turning cold. Frozen. No way could it…”I didn’t tell you where I found the second camera’s location.”

“I found you crying underneath the window, princess. Sorry if I made the wrong assumption,” Dabi said apologetically. Inside he wondered if you were going to force his hand. His grip on the cup tightened. Stupid mistake.

“No…not only that.” You leapt your feet. “How did you get into my house anyway? I never took you here or gave you the key. You only ever walked me to the front door but I didn't tell you which floor I lived on or which apartment block. I locked the door, I’m sure. And how did you know where my bedroom was?”

“I could hear you weeping your eyeballs out from out there,” Dabi scoffed, getting to his feet as well. “I busted down your door.”

You backed away. “How did you know where I live then? And - and that day, when I nearly got mugged, you just showed up out of nowhere. Do you have a tracker on me?”

He said nothing.

“You put the cameras there, didn’t you?” Your whisper came out hoarse.

Dabi stepped closer and suddenly you realized exactly what a powerful presence he was as he leaned closer, trapping you against the table. “I did it all for us, y’know? For you. I had to know everything to keep you safe, be the perfect guy for you. Wasn’t that your ideal romance? Thanks for the tip, by the way, that night on the rooftop. It helped me realize exactly how to make you love me like I love you.”

“I don’t love a monstrous creep like you!”

His eyes flashed with hurt and heartbreak. “You will. Please.”

Dabi must’ve put something in your drink, you also realized; your knees buckled and you blacked out.

***

You awoke in a dark, stuffy room. Not like you were expecting anything less.

And he was right in front of you - that you didn’t expect. You would’ve lunged at your former love if you could, but the effects of whatever had knocked you out hadn’t left your body yet, making everything a blurry photograph and your limbs jelly. Something like cold metal bit into your wrists as well. Dabi just stared at you flatly.

“Why?” The word slipped out before you knew it. “If you say you love me, why? Why all this? Just for your sick idea of romance? You’re sick. You’re so sick I don’t know how I never knew it before. You…really are a damn villain.”

“You won’t let me protect you anymore. Keep watch.” Dabi shrugged. “I tried to do it your way, be your gentleman. Then you made me do it my way. You think I want this too? Rather see you happy and oblivious, really, but it’s not like you gave me a choice.”

“You never gave me a choice from the start!”

“I did,” Dabi corrected coldly.

You were grasping at straws and he knew it. “You think everyone’s not gonna notice if I just disappear?”

A warm hand suddenly clasped your cheek. Dabi really did look like a devil, you thought blearily, with all that staples and burns in the dark, with that expression.

“I faked my own death. I can fake yours.”

[sonicfrontiers]

🎶💎💕

i can’t fuckiong believe i forgot to respond to this holy shit. anyway thank you so fucking mcuh for sending this theo ily here i Go

in case it wasn’t obvious i am answering these abt sonic lol :) 🎶 - if your hyperfixation has songs/an ost, what is your favorite song from it?

oh fuck you this is an impossible question to answer when it is SONIC are you kidding me every piece of music ever created for this series is a goddamn masterpiece. but i think the one i’ve most consistently called my favorite is bingo party from team sonic racing so i guess i will submit that as the answer to this question

💎 are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share?

i like telling people who don’t know anything about sonic just what the sonic lore is really like. like i love being the one to tell people that no shadow isn’t a clone of sonic and in fact shadow was created 50 years before sonic was born and also is half alien. i don’t know i think my knowledge abt sonic is less like trivia and fun facts on the technical side and more like. I Have Created A Comprehensive Timeline Of Every Game In The Series In My Mind Including The Spinoffs And Other Dimensions And Alternate Realities And Events Erased From Existence and i think that’s too much to put in this ask response fhbjgbdf

💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

YOU EVER HEAR ABOUT MEPHILES THE DARK

ok i already answered one of these ask things specifically about mephiles like ages ago so maybe i will do a different character. what about uhh. shadow smile :)

i think about shadow a lot as a character mostly because i think out of all sonic characters he’s the only one who really got like a defined character arc over several games. heroes ended with a cliffhanger on his stories for fuck’s sake, like. that’d never happened before and has never happened since. he’s got so much conflict going on and it’s really really gratifying to watch him go from so troubled and angry and hurt and clouded in sa2 all the way up to him finding peace with himself and who he is and what his purpose is in 06 (even though that all got erased. fuck man)

ok. ok ok i am going to walk away now i did not need to type that much fuck man fuck.

this was for this prompt (media hyperfixation ask game) that i rbed a while ago btw lol, feel free to send me any more if you want but there is a half chance you’ll get a homestuck reply due to Where I’m At right now and if you don’t want that watch the fuck out (if you do you can specify though smile :) )

[f1-disaster-bi]

Firstly thank you for answering all these asks ❤️ I cannot imagine what your inbox must look like so big big thank you 🥺❤️

As for the Doctor Michael thingy: How about Lando comes in one day with another fake injury but Michael is not there and as the other doctor approaches him to treat him, Lando realizes that and runs away bc he’s embarrassed. But that night he receives a text from an unknown number (aka Michael who got Landos number from Daniel after hearing from the other doctor that Lando came in). Michaels being all cute and worried like „hope ur ok“ and „good luck“ and maybe that’s how he asks him out? I just love cute fluffy Mindo

My inbox is filled with prompts and asks, and I love it so much <3 It is a bit cluttered in here right now!

And yes omg!

Lando just concocting a new injury for Michael to look at. Something ridulous like he stubbed his toe and now it hurts, and he wants Michael to make sure he isn't going to like lose his toe or toe nail, and he knows ita ridiculous but it's the last race before summer break and he really wants to see Michael again.

Except when he gets there its some older man looking at him as if he's insane and when asks for Michael, they tell him Michael took this race off and is back in England at his clinic that he works at between races.

Lando just rushes out, mortified and even more embarrassed when he gets a text from an unknown number that says 'hey its Michael, heard you were at the medical centre. Are you okay?? Can you race??' and Lando is just dying cause now Michael knows he was looking for him

He manages to text back that he's fine and it was a false alarm, he's all good, and sorry for inturpting his holiday when Michael texts back, 'I always have time for you'

And it makes Lando think that maybe Michael might like him too so he hits dial on the number and asks a very amused Michael out who agrees with a 'I thought you'd never ask'

[aelin-queen-of-terrasen]

1𝓚 𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 🍾

I can't believe we're here. When I started this blog, it was only to read fanfics. When I started writing fanfics, it was so I could learn to make my perfectionist self shut up. In no way did I dream that I'd reach a thousand followers in two and a half months. Thank you for all the love, y'all are the best. (here's my masterlist if anyone wants to know) So with that, I have decided to make an announcement: From today, I am officially writing all A Court Of Thorns And Roses ships too. If you'd like to send in prompts or be added to that taglist, let me know!

Also, in celebration, I've decided to do a writing raffle kind of thingie?

Here's how to enter ✨

Must be following me. (well, duh! this whole thing is for celebrating my followers after all)

Each reblog will be considered one entry. You can reblog this as many times as you'd like but the max amount of entries you can have is five. The more entries you've got, the more your chances of winning. (as if that wasn't already obvious!)

The deadline for entering is ten days from now: June 26, Friday. If there aren't enough entries, I'll extend the deadline but hopefully, we won't need that!

If you win, send in your prompt through direct message, including the pairing you want it for.

The winners need to claim their prizes in the next three days after the announcement or I will choose someone else.

Prizes ✨

1st Place: two 5k-10k (or more) words fics written with prompts, fandoms and pairings of your choice!

2nd Place: one 5k-10k (or more) words fic written with a prompt and pairing of your choice.

3rd Place: one 1k-3k (or more) words fic (probably a oneshot) written with the prompt and pairing of your choice.

Other information:

The winners will be chosen at random. I will prioritise these fics above all other prompts sitting in my inbox. I reserve the right to refuse some prompt you gave me and instead ask for another. I don't write NSFW content so please don't ask for that!

Lol, please don't let this flop or else this whole thing will be super awkward. 😂 Looking forward to y'all's entries. If you have any questions, feel free to hit me up through asks/messages/comments! Once again, please don't let this flop, idk what I'll do if it does. 😭😂

I'm just gonna tag people from all my lists just to be safe. I apologise for that!

Tags:

@judexcardanxgreenbriar // @thesirenwashere // @nite0wl29 // @queenofgreenbriar // @jurdanhell // @mysweetvilllain // @rowaelinforeverworld //@clockworkgraystairs // @blog-lady-vi // @the-dark-swan //@storiesandschemes // @fangirltrash74 // @mijaldraws // @augustintodarkness // @queen-of-glass // @jurdan7 // @aesthetics-11 // @mijaldraws // @hades-flame // @sensitivehighlord // @annejulianneh111 // @b00kworm // @mysweetvillain // @julemmaes @doingmyrainbow // @hizqueen4life //@sad-book-whore //@curlyredqueen06 // @cool-ish-nerd //@chaotic-fae-queen // @aelinchocolatelover

I'm sorry to those who I didn't tag and I'm sorry to those who I tagged. 😂💖

[daisylincs]

Hi lovely people who follow me,

As many of you will undoubtedly know, the school year has started up again - which means it’s time for me to throw myself wholly back into my teaching. 

This time of year is always absolutely crazy for me, what with the whole rush and rigmarole of getting to know my new students, getting re-acquainted with the old ones, figuring out where everyone’s at, who needs extra help, who’s ahead, how I’m going to structure everything this year, and so on and so forth.

As a result, I’m probably going to be a lot less active here on Tumblr - but I just want each and every one of you to know that I am still here, even though I might go offline for a few whole days on end when I’m feeling particularly overloaded. I still want to talk to you guys, and gush with you, and play tag games with you, though, even if it does take me a whole lot longer to actually get around to it all.

My inbox is always open, and so are my DMs - so if there’s something you’d like to share, or thought I might enjoy, or even if you just want to say hi, you are so welcome!! Tag me, ask me things, come yell with me - I might be a little less active, but I still love you guys to absolute pieces, and nothing could ever persuade me to give up these things.

Another super sad side effect of this all is that I’m going to have to close all prompts and requests for the time being - because while I absolutely adore hearing from you all (in fact nothing makes me feel more flattered and happy with myself) I also have this teensy little problem of Too Many WIPs™, and realistically I just... can’t add anything else to my plate. This year is just already such chaos, you know, and unfortunately time is not on my side.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not writing!! I am, and I’m loving every slightly-rushed second of it. To do a quick run-down, here are the projects I’m working on at the moment:

Agents of Birthdays 

A.K.A. my quest to write all my fandom friends a special ficlet fic for their favourite ships on their birthdays. For obvious reasons, there’s no update schedule for this one - it’s just whenever someone has a birthday. I’m also very proud to announce that this is the one series where I have, to date, been on time every single time!! And I really do plan to keep it that way. 

(For an idea of the birthday schedule, see the amazing @bobbimorseisbisexual‘s Celebrations page. For fic teases, DM me and I will HAPPILY provide 😏😏😏)

Danny Boy & Quake

Sky’s the Limit

Spider-Dorks

I’m going to do the little explain-y thingy in one for these three series, because they all form a part of my 100 Followers Celebration! 😍😍 Gosh, I still can’t believe I’m this far over a hundred followers - LOVE YOU GUYS!! 

Anyway, anyway, anyway. So, in these series, I created three AU settings and asked you guys for prompts - and I got some really fabulous ones, I’m delighted to report!! I’m working on all three of these series on the side (slow but steady wins the race) and it’s my hope to have them all mostly completed and ready for posting by or around this December.

Spideychelle Week 2020

Oh, boy, this event finished literal months ago, but here I still am, just barely half-way through. *cringes* I am still working on the next few fics for this, somewhere... vaguely productive in my brain. Does such a place exist? Ahem. I wish I could tell you when I’ll actually get around to writing the next lot, but as it is - the link for the series on AO3 is here, and who knows, maybe I’ll surprise you all and myself and actually finish it this year. WHO KNOWS. I can live in hope, though.

AoS Season 7 Countdown

I should really change the description of this to “LATE,” because good heavens, is it ever late!! This was meant to be a series for BEFORE the seventh season of AoS, and now season 7 is over and the series is... not. I can’t bring myself to say I’m done with it yet, though, because I do actually have the fic plans for the last three days all figured out!! So I’m just going to say this is a series for me now, instead of for the official event, and I am not quitting on it yet. One day, it will be completed. One day. We can all live in hope together - also, the AO3 collection is here.

...

Okay, whoa, this post got awfully long-winded!! I swear I only meant to write a hundred words - I swear it. How does this always happen to me??? 

Anyway, TL;DR: I love you all to pieces, and I’m signing off with the biggest load of virtual hugs sent out to you all!!

~ Lily xx

[thiievesguild]

Hiya, if you're still doing these 100 ways to say I love you thingys, would you mind doing 7 and/or 57 for martin/emrys? :D -sleepingrathersoundly

thank u so much for sending this in even if it did wind up sitting in my inbox for like. 6 months on end ghfjdhgfd @sleepingrathersoundly

ao3 mirror / ‘100 ways to say i love you’ prompt list

Martin was no stranger to night terrors and the sorts of dreams that only left him wanting to drink to forget - his whole life he’d been plagued by them, and now that he had an understanding of his real parentage he had a feeling that was something of a clue as to why - but his mind had been even less kind to him than usual, and that was saying something, since Kvatch. Worse still since he began translating the Mysterium Xarxes. At this rate, just one thing after another, he genuinely wondered if he’d ever get a good night’s rest again.

    What time it was he couldn’t say - only that it was dark out, hours yet from the dawn at least, and though Emrys had made him retire that night earlier than he was used to, he felt like he might as well have gotten no rest at all. But a heavy body and heavier eyelids weren’t near enough to lull him back to sleep - a mind heavier still made sure of it, and when he got tired of laying there fruitlessly, mind reeling with scenes of Kvatch replaying over and over, the stench of smoke and burning flesh brought fresh again to his mind, he finally swung his heavy body out of the fine Emperor’s bed and sighed at its edge.

    His first instinct was to drink to forget and hopefully nurse himself back to sleep with something strong and burning. And then a rush of shame and anger with himself quickly followed that instinct; for years he’d been sober, since he left Sanguine’s service - since even before he took up the cloth - and it wouldn’t do to go breaking that streak now.

    But an empty room was doing him no favors either. Maybe the Blades weren’t exactly the company he had in mind, but it was better than toiling alone. And somewhere in the kitchen there had to be something a little less hard than a stiff drink that could lull him back to sleep.

    Martin didn’t expect to find his own knight sitting at the table in the main hall of the temple.

    “What are you doing up?” Martin asked softly; no gentleness in his voice could keep Emrys from nearly jumping out of his skin.

    “I…” As he struggled for the right words, Emrys looked remarkably like a child caught in the act of something he shouldn’t have been. But as the surprise faded from his face, and he forced himself to look away, weariness and heartache and - if Martin squinted - guilt, even, were all that were left, and Emrys just looked tired. He’d only just returned that evening, so that would be fair, but it was more than the bone-deep weariness of the road that he’d carried in with him. It was deeper than that, heavy bags of sleeplessness under his eyes, dark hair toussled and unrestrained curtaining down his shoulders, despair in green eyes duller than Martin remembered them.

    Emrys stared down at his flaggon for a long while - he’d had that same first instinct as Martin, it seemed, without the same reservations in acting on it. “Couldn’t sleep,” he answered eventually. “I… dreamed about you.”

    Maybe if Martin didn’t know better he’d prod. But the weight on Emrys’ shoulders and in his voice told him enough.

    “I couldn’t sleep either,” was all Martin replied, but his tone carried understanding, an intimate kind, that told Emrys enough, too.

    Martin crossed the stone floor of the hall quietly and found a place at the table across from Emrys, sagging into the chair with heavy shoulders of his own.

    “Can I get you anything?” Emrys asked; no exhaustion was enough to betray his duty, it seemed.

    “I don’t drink,” Martin reminded gently.

    “No, I know, but I meant-” Emrys floundered, just for a beat, but it took a moment before he resigned and settled on, “anything.”

    Martin only smiled. “No, my friend. I wouldn’t ask anything of you right now, not when you’re as exhausted as I am.”

    Emrys shifted almost uneasily - like he didn’t like that response, and Martin knew there was a deep-seated part of him that hated to be told to take care of himself when his lord needed tending to, or so he perceived - but any protests he kept to himself, for once, and for that Martin was thankful.

    “How much sleep did you get?” Martin asked, breaking the long silence that had settled between them. Emrys shrugged.

    “A few hours. I couldn’t say.” There was an undertone of not nearly enough to it. Judging by the fact that his flaggon was nearly empty, it had been even less than Martin. 

    He frowned softly. “That won’t do. Not with how rough it is to sleep on the road.”

    Emrys shrugged again, almost half-heartedly, and gestured with his flaggon. “This’ll put me to sleep just fine, I figure. I’ll be alright.”

    The prospect of being left alone when Emrys left - more than that, sending himself to bed alone - with nothing to keep him from toiling in his own thoughts really settled in then, dread coming with it. Emrys was a distraction. No, that wasn’t fair - he was a comfort. And he was someone Martin cared about enough to hate the idea of sending him off alone with all of his mind’s burdens, too.

    “The bed in the Emperor’s quarters must be far nicer than the one they afford you,” Martin remarked. Emrys caught his meaning - or at least, part of it - right away, straightening with surprise.

    “No, I’m- I’m not putting you out of your own bed,” Emrys replied firmly. There wouldn’t have been any room to argue about it, if that had been what Martin had meant. But the priest laughed.

    “There’s room enough for two,” he insisted, and tried not to laugh again at the way Emrys’ cheeks flushed and the knight floundered with realization.

    “I’d hate to inconvenience you.”

    “And I’d hate to be alone,” Martin replied, sobering considerably, his tone now remarkably grave. “I… have scarcely slept well since Kvatch,” he admitted, and looked away, like the pity in the knight’s gaze was too much. He could still see Emrys’ frown deepen out of the corner of his eye. “And the Mysterium Xarxes has been a heavy burden to translate.”

    “I’m sorry.” Emrys’ tone was heavier still with the weight of unspoken words, of the guilt he carried for failing to retrieve the Amulet of Kings in the first place - an apology not just for the fact that Martin was forced to carry the burden of translating it, but for the fact that, in Emrys’ eyes, it was his fault that it was even a burden to carry. And it was an apology, somewhere in there deep down, Martin knew, for the fact that he’d been dragged into all this in the first place.

    “When all of this is over,” Martin assured, “it will have been worth it.” And without really thinking about it, his hand went for Emrys’, resting on the table beside his flaggon, his fingers curling around ones worn and calloused. Whether it was for the knight’s comfort or his own, he couldn’t rightly say.

    “I’ll stay with you,” Emrys replied softly, voice scarcely more than a hoarse whisper. Tonight, Martin told himself was the unspoken word at the end of that sentence, despite the way his heart picked up at the tone in the knight’s voice that said forever.

[seasonofthegeek]

Wed Me

The glorious @gabriel-fucking-agreste requested Jagged and Nathalie for this prompt and it has been way too long since I wrote them so thank you! For this AU, we’re going to pretend Gabriel’s offices are in a big building with other offices instead of him and Nathalie working in a big ole mansion alone like weirdos.

Day 1

“Ooo, you’re much too pretty to be working for a stuffy guy like ole Gabe,” Jagged grinned as he flared his jacket out to hook his thumbs in the belt loops of his pants. “Why don’t you come work for me, pretty bird?”

Nathalie gave him her best bored expression. “Do you have an appointment with Mr. Agreste?”

“You know I do, pet,” he winked.

"Please take a seat and I’ll call you when he’s ready to see you.”

“How about you and I get to know each other a little bit?” He draped himself across the corner of the desk with a boyish grin, only slightly wincing at the expensive pencil cup he knocked to the floor.

“Mr. Agreste will see you now,” she said plainly, ignoring his obvious attempt at flirting.

“Ah yeah, how do you know? He didn’t tell you over your little intercom thingy.” Jagged poked at her phone and Nathalie resisted the urge to push him off her desk and onto the floor. 

She gave him her most professional tight smile and let all of her irritation leak out of her eyes. “I just know.”

He sighed and stood, giving her a salute. “Reading you loud and clear, love. Sorry for the invasion.” He opened Gabriel’s office door with a loud shout of his name and Nathalie felt sure her boss would have choice words with her later but that was Future Nathalie’s problem. She took a cleaning wipe out of her desk drawer and ran it over her phone and the corner of her desk the rock star had occupied.

Day 13

“Go on a date with me, beautiful Nathalie,” Jagged crooned from his seat in the waiting room armchair. “You’re the only reason I keep coming back to ole Gabe anyway. His designs don’t exactly mesh with my style.”

“Go to hell, Jagged,” she muttered. He’d shown up every other day over the past two weeks and her nerves were fried. If she didn’t have her pride, she would take him up on his offer just to be rid of him once they’d had their date. She cast a look towards Gabriel’s closed door. It wasn’t as if anyone else was interested.

“What was that, pet?”

“Mr. Agreste will see you now,” she answered in a clipped tone.

Day 39

Nathalie stared at the cup Jagged placed on her desk. “What’s that?”

“Salted caramel hot chocolate from that cafe you like down the street.”

“How did you know that?”

“Because you ignored me the other day when you stopped in to get one. You got a cherry scone too so I thought better safe than sorry.” He added the bag to the cup beside her desk and turned to go. “Have a good Tuesday, pet.” He waved with his back to her and then he was gone.

Nathalie frowned at her name written on the cup and adorned with hearts and dumped it and the scone in her trash can.

Day 53

“Nathalie, call Jagged’s assistant and have her schedule a time for him to try on the designs he approved. He’s been driving me mad, dropping by at all hours. Please explain to her that I do have other clients despite our personal history.” 

“Yes, Sir.”

Gabriel dropped a stack of papers on the edge of her desk. “Did you hear back about the fabric that was held up in customs?”

“It doesn’t look good. We can try for another appeal.”

He scowled. “Do what you must then; I need that fabric.” 

He went into his office and closed the door and Nathalie looked forlornly at the clock. If she ordered something now, she could still get dinner before most places closed but if she did order, she was admitting that she would be stuck at work for hours still. If she didn’t order, maybe she would be more motivated to leave soon. She sighed and looked up Penny Rolling’s number to at least get that off her plate. She left a message that Jagged should could in at his earliest convenience and started on the stack of paperwork Gabriel left for her.

The waiting room door opening startled her and she was even more surprised to see Jagged walking in. “What are you doing here?”

He blinked and looked back at the door he’d just closed. “Penny said I needed to come up and look at the pieces.”

"That call couldn’t have been ten minutes ago. Were you in the area already?”

He tilted his head as he looked at her. “Love, I’ve been recording in the studio on the fifteenth floor for weeks now. Did you really not realize? We’ve passed each other quite a few times.”

It was her turn to look confused. “I...I don’t suppose I did.”

“That hurts a bit, I’ll admit.” He put a hand over his heart but gave her a soft smile. “Is it too late to look at the pieces then?”

“I don’t think he expected you tonight. Perhaps you could come in the morning?”

“Or the afternoon?” he grinned. “Maybe I’ll be busy in the morning. On that note, how do you like your eggs, love?”

She narrowed her eyes and he held up his hands in a placating gesture.

“What do you drink now that the salted caramel thing is out of season?”

Nathalie felt her face warm and it startled her. Surely she wasn’t blushing just because an obnoxious man was still trying to get her in bed after weeks of denying him. “They’ll actually still make it if I ask.”

He nodded. “Good to know.” He tapped the edge of her desk and gave her a wave. “See you in the morning, pet. Make sure you get out and have some dinner before it gets much later.”

She watched him go and couldn’t decided if she was relieved or disappointed. 

Day 75

“Love, you can’t possibly still be here. I saw Gabe ride off in his shiny box of a car an hour ago.”

Nathalie blinked up at Jagged with bleary eyes. “I know. He told me to go home but I just need to finish--”

“Nope.” He circled the desk and gently pulled her chair back. “Come on, you’re leaving.”

“I can’t. I need to--”

“Nothing’s important enough to not sleep tonight.”

Nathalie let him pull her into a standing position and was surprised when his touch disappeared as soon as she was on her own two feet. “The show is coming up and things need to be finished. There’s a deadline.”

“There’s always bloody something,” he shrugged. “Have you eaten? I know a great twenty-four hour joint.”

She looked back down at her computer and long to-do list and the thought of sitting back down made her feel sick. She gave Jagged half a smile. “Dinner would be lovely, thank you.”

Day 78

Nathalie was surprised to find a warm salted caramel hot chocolate and a cherry scone waiting on her desk when she made it in. An envelope with her name on it was leaning against the cup.

“You know I couldn’t get up early enough to make this happen on my own but this lovely lad named Nino from the cafe knew you and assures me this will be ready and on your desk just before you get in. I gave him a big tip so please tell me he did good. I hope you have a lovely day, Nathalie. Love, Jagged.”

Nathalie smiled and read the note through once more before slipping it into her top desk drawer and taking a long sip of hot chocolate.

Day 85

“This counts as a date, pet,” Jagged grinned. “You can’t deny it.”

Nathalie did want to deny it. At least, she thought she did, but here she was, finding herself at the late-nite diner with Jagged again and wondering if she’d worked late just to see if he would come get her. “I’m not so sure about that.”

“Bloody hell, Nat, give me a little something to live on here; I’m withering.”

She laughed and stole one of the fries off his plate. “I must like you because I don’t let anyone call me Nat.”

“It’s a crumb but I’ll take it.”

Day 91

Jagged’s lips were soft and his hands were gentle as he held her close and kissed her goodnight. She’d finally agreed to a proper date and he’d surprised her with mellow live music during a casual dinner. They’d talked and laughed and when he’d had his driver head in the direction of her small apartment, she was tempted to invite him inside.

“Are you going to let me in, love?” he asked, his breath warm against her face.

“I shouldn’t,” she whispered.

“Why?”

She frowned. Why? Her mind scrambled for a reason, any reason, but she didn’t really want one. She tugged on the lapels of his jacket and pulled him into another kiss. “Would you like to come in, Jonathan?” she asked, voice quiet when they parted.

“More than anything.”

Day 113

“Nathalie, I’ll need you to get those orders in before the weekend,” Gabriel said, dropping a fabric palette on her desk. “I’ve made notes on the ones we need in as soon as possible.”

Nathalie moved the palette to her inbox and shut off her computer. “You should’ve given them to me earlier then, Sir. I told you I had plans this weekend and would be leaving on time.”

“It’ll only take an hour.”

“Then I’ll do it for an hour on Monday.” She grabbed her bag and adjusted the strap at her shoulder. “Have a great weekend, Gabriel.”

Jagged was waiting in the lobby and picked her up off her feet and swung her around as soon as she’d cleared the elevator. Nathalie gasped and demanded to be put down immediately. She stepped away from him and straightened her blazer but happily took his hand when he offered it. 

Day 221

“Marry me.”

Nathalie scoffed and rolled over to grab her phone off the nightstand. “Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not,” Jagged insisted, ignoring the sheets as they shifted away from him in her movement. “I mean it, love. Marry me. Let’s spend the rest of our lives together.”

“I’m a workaholic and you have a pet crocodile. We are not the marrying type.”

“We could be.” He kissed her bare shoulder. “We could be great. We are great.”

She bit her bottom lip and kept her eyes on her phone screen. “I don’t want to get married, Jagged. I never have.”

He sighed and rolled onto his back. “Alright then.”

Day 279

Nathalie couldn’t concentrate on anything. Gabriel had even noticed and apparently taken pity on her since her inbox had stayed empty the past day or so. 

He was leaving. Jagged was leaving and she didn’t know what to do. He would be gone on a world tour for over a year. He’d been planning it for months later but some venues opened up and his label wanted to strike while the iron was hot to coincide with the release of his new album. 

Her chest felt tight. A whole year without him. She couldn’t do it. She didn’t want to do it. He’d long since left the studios in the building but she hoped he was close by. He usually was on the days they had plans. She could call him. She could beg him not to go.

She bit her lip so hard, she tasted blood. No. She wouldn’t do that. This was good for him and good for his career. She would put on a brave face and wish him luck and they would talk on the phone until things got boring enough to eventually call it all off. They’d had a good run. It’d been her most successful relationship so that counted for something.

She would be fine. She would get through this. 

Day 313

It was amazing how easy it was to fall back into her old lifestyle. She worked late and missed dinner and cancelled plans with friends. Although Gabriel seemed happy to have her back in work mode, even he was suggesting she leave a little earlier some nights. She rarely did though. What was the point?

She’d been making more and more excuses for missing Jagged’s calls but she hadn’t missed any of his televised performances. An alarm she’d set on her phone went off to let her know one was coming and she turned her screen enough so it wouldn’t face Gabriel’s office if he opened the door and put in her earbuds as she found the live stream for Jagged’s performance.

He was sitting on a set that had been made up to look like an intimate living room on the stage. While still dressed in his usual gaudy apparel that she’d grown fond of, he held an acoustic guitar instead of his electric. Fang was curled at his feet and the camera panned out to show a packed crowd surrounding the stage. They all began to sway as Jagged played and Nathalie realized she didn’t recognize the song.

“I’ve loved you for three hundred days since the day that I first saw you. You didn’t love me but that was okay because somehow I just knew. Some of those days I got to see you and some of them I didn’t. Some of the days I got to speak to you and some of them I didn’t. Some of those days you wished I hadn’t spoken to you but I’m hoping that some of them you were happy I did,” he paused to grin as the camera lazily spun around him. “We’ve kissed on some days and had a bloody lot of fun on some days and we’ve even cried on some days. And I can say with absolute certainty that I want the rest of my somedays to just be with you.”

The lyrics were too repetitive and sappy and the melody was hardly catchy but...

Nathalie swallowed against the lump in her throat as she continued to listen and watch. 

“...oh, somedays, and Nathalie, I want the rest of my somedays to just be with you,” he finished. There was a roar of applause and then he was standing and waving to the crowd and Nathalie realized her cheeks were wet. She wondered if he knew she’d be watching. It’d been at least a week since their last phone conversation. Surely he’d lost hope by now but...

Her phone dinged with a message and she saw that it was a video clip sent from Penny’s phone. It was of the performance she’d just watched with the text “Girl...”

She watched the video three more times and then she was knocking on Gabriel’s door. “I need to take my vacation days.”

He blinked in surprise. “Now?”

“Yes.”

“How many?”

“All of them.”

“All of them?!”

“I’ll call the temp service before I leave to have a suitable replacement sent in. They know our standards. I...I have to go as soon as possible.”

He sat back in his chair. “Where are you even going?”

Nathalie smiled then and her heart felt lighter than it had in weeks. “On tour.”

I was going to try to finish this all here but I have so much more to write so we’ll just call this part one and hopefully I can do more later! <3

Buy me a cherry coke?

[goldenhour-goldenboy]

21 Questions

Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people (I just finished up another tag thingy and though I love them I’ll let ya’ll out of this one bc uhhh 21 peeps is a lot of peeps can you believe I’m a writer?? But of course you are very welcome to do it if you want to!!)

I got tagged by the one, the only @kitkatwriting​ thank you, my Love!!

Nicknames: I truly don’t have one. Marie’s pretty short as it is lol

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Height: 6′1

Hogwarts House: It’s been a couple of years but last time I took a test (twice, mind you, to confirm) I got Gryffindor 

Favorite Musicians: Those are always the hardest, fuck.

Dermot Kennedy, Nickleback, 5 Seconds of Summer, Linkin Park, Billie Eilish, Marteria, Casper, Sia.

I realized I only have a few fav musicians and like to listen to a handful of songs from other artist but I wouldn’t know them enough to consider them my faves, you know??

Some Song Stuck in My Head: Had one from the radio stuck in my head all day. It’s a german one called “Vincent” by Sarah Connor and it’s about a boy falling in love with a boy for the first time and the radio stations haven’t stopped playing it ever since it came out. It’s not my style/song but the beats quite catchy so it was bound to get stuck in my head i figured(as it’s most of the time, eh?)

Following: 208

Followers: on this blog around 130 (ajkshlakjfpsdf WHAT)

Do You Get Asks: YES AND THANK GOD I still get a couple from the prompt list I reblogged the other day and I have a few sitting in my ask box for a while now that are “bigger requests” for a fic/hc/oneshot that just take me longer to plan out and write. I try to answer them as fast as possible but I don’t just wanna shit them out to get by inbox cleared out bc that’s no fun and the quality would suck so I take my time in sitting down and answering them as best as possible. Honestly, I l o v e asks, apart from comments it’s my favorite thing in the world to see the little box light up with a new message!

Ties in with the question but the whole blurb thing is my favorite thing to write bc it’s fun and quick and easy and you guys send in so many creative asks I LIVE FOR IT TBH ❤️❤️

Amount of Sleep: listen. li sten. my sleeping scheduel is a mess. I slept 3 1/2 hours last night and the whole weekend was filled with family things so i am dead. Other times I sleep for 10 hours straight. how am i supposed to answer this? I envy everyone who gets a decent amount of sleep bc it seriously fucks with my overall health and well being smh

Lucky Number: 11

What You’re Wearing: fav (and biggest) jumper i own and a pair of shorts bc I’m in bed rn and this is what i like to wear to sleep lol

Dream Job: working on/writing for film

Dream Trip: I truly crave going back to Norway and would love to visit Canada! 

Instruments: I used to play the piano and the violin for like 8 years but I haven’t played in ages and I doubt I could still get a single tune out of it lol

Languages: German, English and a couple of phrases in French that I remember from High School lol

Favorite Songs: I’ve had “Power” by Little Mix on repeat for the last uh hour or so bc I was cleaning and now I’m sick of it but I don’t have anything new to listen to (pls send in some bangers bc I am in desperate need of new music)

Random Fact: Gonna throw out a random fact about me lol I hate cold food and the smell of it, and I’m talking cooked food that has been in the fridge for a couple of hours and that you would usually eat hot. I always, ALWAYS have to reheat it and idk what it is about me but i hate everything about it if it’s cold i don’t even wanna touch it

Aesthetic:

Mist and Industrial lofts

[prolestari]

For the fic prompt request thingy, can you maybe do either 3 or 30? Depending on what level of angst you want to write XD 27 would also be interesting, so pick anything you like

Here you go Fufu! Slowly but surely I’m getting through these prompts. I went with #3 because I have a LOT of angst in my inbox. I hope you enjoy.

This is set a short time after the first chapter of Long Time Coming, one of my fics about Meliodas and Liz. They met a year ago and have been living as friends, but just weeks before this they decided to try a relationship, which Liz is not yet ready to share with the rest of the world. I also blatantly and without regrets lifted the hand holding bit from a conversation I had earlier today with @lemaskadra, @thegoddesselizabeth, @maryjanewinchester, and @smolmeliroll.

“Now don’t forget,” Liz said. “No touching, no kissing, no grabbing. No flirting or teasing.”

Her eyes darted to the side to catch Meliodas walking beside her completely nonplussed, his hands linked behind his head. “How about if I just pretend I don’t know you?” he joked.

“Ha ha.” She placed her hands on her hips. “You know I don’t want people to know yet.”

It was silly, she knew. Why couldn’t they tell people they were together? Liz had been wrestling with it lately, but it never seemed like the right time. What if it didn’t work out? What if people would whisper about them because technically she worked for him? What if the same people who disapproved of him saving her in the first place started balking at the idea of the Grand Master of Danafor being with a slave from an enemy kingdom, no matter what she had done for their own since arriving?

But really it was because it was hers, hers alone to share with Meliodas, and for just a little longer she wanted it to stay that way.

“Sate sate sate,” he muttered as he shook his head. It was something he always said when he didn’t want to get into what she called a discussion and what he called an argument. When Liz had asked about the unusual phrase, he had told her he picked it up traveling with some foreigners years ago. “I know. It’s fine.” Then he grinned up at her. “When have I ever not listened to you?”

Liz snorted loudly. “Only every minute of the day.”

“Not this time.” The rest of the walk to the tavern was quiet, and Liz was tempted to believe him. But then as he followed her up the three steps to the door, she felt an unmistakable pinch on her rear.

She turned, swinging, feeling his hair flutter as he ducked. “What?” he cried, feigning innocence. “You didn’t say anything about pinching!”

“I’m going to hurt you,” she hissed, but Meliodas pushed her through the door and into the tavern.

It was a full house, a good night, spring just around the corner. It was also the day the Holy Knights of Danafor received their wages for the month, so like Meliodas and Liz they had come to the tavern for a bit of fun. Within minutes they were at the bar, Liz sliding on a stool as he leaned over the bar, chatting happily with the bartender, sneaking her little looks from the side.

Many people came over to say their hellos to the Great Holy Knight, and most of them knew Liz by name as well. Everyone in Danafor knew Meliodas, and to a lesser extent, the slave from Pase he had rescued and made a knight, who saved the king’s life. It was a grand tale made even grander as time had passed, and they did not have to pay for the first three rounds. But once Liz felt her limbs deliciously relaxed and her tongue sufficiently loose, Meliodas brought her to a table to sit, a bit less public than the middle of the tavern.

“Meliodas,” she said when she was settled, catching his hand. His brows went up with a grin, but he pulled over a stool and sat next to her.

Their fingers weaved together under the table, and she looked down at smiled. Holding hands was one of her favorite things—his rough and calloused hand looking so strong against her slender one—and gently she stroked the pad of her thumb over his knuckle. Words were not coming very easily, but sitting was nice, and so was holding his hand away from the press of bodies around them and the incredibly loud noise of the patrons. “Meliodas,” she sighed again.

“What can I get you?” he asked gently.

“Nothing at all,” she replied. She rested one elbow on the table, propping her chin in her palm. “We have everything, don’t we?”

“Yup,” he laughed, squeezing her fingers. It would be obvious to anyone looking, she thought: he was grinning at her with big goofy eyes, hearts nearly forming in his pupils. Even though she was the one who had started this relationship, and he was the one who needed convincing (not too much, of course, more like half a second), Meliodas was definitely more romantic than Liz.

And even though it was still pretty new, only a handful of weeks old—even though her heart still fluttered for him, that she was learning to trust the body next to her at night, that she was getting used to his hands on her body in increasingly sensual ways—it still felt as though it were as natural as breathing. When Liz laid in bed at night, his arm around her or his leg draped over one of hers or even listening to his soft breathing as he rolled over and burrowed under the covers, she would think about how it seemed meant to be. Their relationship—love was a word that was in the future, far in the future, and only if he stopped pinching her—seemed as old as time itself.

“Liz?” he said softly.

She blinked up at him and giggled. “Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts.”

“I can tell.” His smile was warm as he said, “I’ll be back in a minute, okay? One of the sergeants just walked in, and he did me a favor, so I want to get him a drink. You stay here and sip some water. Just relax.”

Liz nodded, and with another squeeze of her hand he was off. She leaned over a bit to watch him go, the sleeveless shirt (was he ever cold?) showing off his muscled arms, even catching a glimpse of his back muscles. The pants he wore were ones she had bought for him, declaring not long after she moved in that his wardrobe was awful and needed burning immediately. He stepped up to the sergeant in question and clapped him on the shoulder, the two exchanging greetings that were impossible to hear over the din but blatant with their smiles and easy handshake. Liz smiled to herself, glad for the purchase, because the way it hugged his thighs and his rear—

“Liz!” Once more interrupted, she scowled up at two girls who sat on either side of her. Daisy and Lenora, the sisters who ran the hat shop, were girls who seemed very flirty and air-headed on the surface; but their business sense was shrewd, their taste impeccable, and as Liz had come to know them from their neighborhood, she realized quickly their silliness was an act. Liz had never had friends before Danafor, but Daisy and Lenora had been kind to her, deciding to take her under their wing right away, and she considered them as close to friends as Liz ever had.

Both were dressed in impeccable cocktail dresses, hugging their generous curves perfectly, both wearing hair pinned up underneath gorgeously rendered hats. “Liz dear,” Lenora said as she took a sip from an orange-colored drink, “what on earth are you doing sitting here alone?”

“I’m not alone,” she corrected. “Meliodas was here, but he—”

“Meliodas? Is here?” Daisy squealed as she whipped her head around. “Where?”

Rolling her eyes, she snorted again. “You act like he is a prince or something.”

Daisy turned back in mock indignation. “He is the Grand Master, Liz. And he’s cute, and he’s single, and probably the top catch in the capital.” She sighed, her hands pressing into her lap. “Oh, what I wouldn’t give to see just how big his—”

“Daisy!” Liz cried.

“What?” she blinked in confusion. “I was going to say bank account.”

Liz couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up, and the girls giggled together as they looked over. Meliodas turned too at that moment, giving a little wave, and all three waved back.

“Really, Liz,” Daisy said as she leaned in conspiratorially, “why isn’t he married? You live with him, you must know.”

“Yeah,” added Lenora. “He’s never even had a girlfriend, not in all the years he’s been here. What gives?”

Liz looked back and forth between them. Her head was still a bit swimmy, her thoughts laboring to cycle onto an acceptable answer. The truth was he did have a girlfriend—lover—love interest—wife to be?

She made a mental note to get clarification on what they were calling each other as Daisy stood. “Well, there’s no day like today, right? What have I got to lose?”

Lenora nodded encouragingly as Liz furrowed her brow in confusion. “Lose what?” she laughed.

“The Grand Master,” cooed Lenora. “Daisy’s going to ask him on a date.”

“She—wait!” But the girl was gone, weaving her way expertly through the crowd, greeting those she knew on her way towards her target.

Liz’s mouth went dry as she watched Daisy reach him. Meliodas turned at her greeting, smiling and taking her hand—kissing her hand, she was going to kill him, really kill him this time—and Daisy held onto it as they spoke.

“Just look at them!” Lenora giggled, sighing as she stirred her own drink. “Meliodas needs a woman. They’d be perfect together.”

Perfect?

He cracked a joke and Daisy threw her head back in a ridiculous laugh, her perfect mouth with her perfectly pouty lips opening, her perfect white neck exposed as her perfect lashes fluttered coyly.

By the gods she always hated Daisy.

Quickly Liz picked up Daisy’s forgotten drink, throwing the remains back in one gulp that set her cheeks aflame and made her gag a bit on the sugary syrup mixed with rum. “No day like today,” Liz muttered, and then strode away from the table, Lenora calling after her, “Liz, where are you going?”

Daisy was laughing again as she approached, both she and Meliodas turning to her with wide smiles when she came to a halt. “Liz!” he said in surprise, and then he gave a weird laugh. “Are you okay? You look a bit unsteady.”

Daisy said something but Liz did not hear. Instead, her eyes zoomed in on the hand Meliodas still held, her ears burning with an embarrassed fury. “I came—came to tell—to tell you something,” she stammered.

“Oh? I’m all ears,” he replied.

Screwing her courage, she reached forward and grabbed him by the collar of the shirt she had picked out for him thankyouverymuch and pulled him forward. Liz descended on him, their lips mashing uncomfortably for a minute until they both adjusted. Then she kissed him, hard and possessive, her hands making fists in his shirt that she swore would rip right off of his body.

Meliodas must have let go of Daisy’s hand, the little grrrr, because she felt both of his on her back, pressing her gently against him. He kissed her back, his tongue teasing inside her mouth, tasting like good ale and a cool March evening and the only man who had ever, ever kissed her in a way that had her heart racing.

He pulled back, huffing out a laugh as he caught her eye. “What are you telling me?” he asked amusedly.

“I’m ready to let people know about us,” she said firmly.

“Good.” He tilted his head, his eyes going over her shoulder. “Because I think everyone is starting to suspect something.”

Liz noticed suddenly the tavern had gone much quieter than when it had been as she stomped over. She peeked upwards, catching the laughter from those around them, who had all stopped their own conversations and games to see the Great Holy Knight finally get a kiss from a woman—and not just any woman, but the very knight that had saved the king’s life.

The laughter erupted fully then, accompanied even by a smattering of applause, and Liz closed her eyes tightly. Today was the day, indeed.

[moonraccoon-exe]

hi Coonie! I really don't want to be bothersome to you, do you like receiving headcanon/mini story thingies?

Hello, my dear anon! (ノ*°▽°*)

This entry and question is so nice. It’s so dearly kind of you to ask this! I feel so good that you asked, thank you for the concern about it! Honestly, I’m touched in a good way that you ask, that speaks so good of you :)

Thanks for the kindness!

As a summary, yes, I do, I LOVE IT, if there may be only a little ‘but’, but I do!

The only ‘But’ is that I may get a bit stressed sometimes. My inbox sometimes gets very full, and I get very stressed because I want to answer to everyone soon, but I can’t always do that, you know? Sometimes, I’m busy. Sometimes, between the things I reblog, I fear I may be spamming followers who don’t like my asks and are only here for the reblogs (or because they feel obliged to), so sometimes I leave things there for a few days, in which more entries keep coming in.

I’m also working on three fanfics at the moment; two continuations for two different stories that people asked me to continue (which is a compliment to me!), and a long chaptered story. So between my long commentaries in the tags in the multiple reblogs I make, the two stories, the asks and real life, I sometimes get a bit overwhelmed and crash hahahahaha!

But it’s not always! And I do like, adore, love receiving asks! :D

Currently, I have 6 entries that have been here for months already, and I stress a little between answering the newest entries because some are anons sharing stories with me, so they’re easy to answer, while the 6 oldest entries are prompts for me to write something. And I think “Okay, I attend to the anon stories first”, but answering the quick things can get busy as well; I want to answer everyone sincerely, not just with “Haha! :)”, so little by little the “quick asks” become a lot and I leave the oldest entries rusting, and as I attend to the oldest, the newest become old, and so on and on.

So if I’m being very honest with you, which I’m very grateful for,that you’re giving me the chance to express my thoughts and feels on this, I do get a little stressed at times, but that’s only from the amount of things I’ve got to answer or to write or to do. However, I enjoyed of the content itself.

I always receive so many great stories, so many great prompts, I like to think of my inbox as the prettiest in the fandom because I LOVE with madness all that people share with me!

So I do stress a little sometimes (today, or was it yesterday?, I woke up to 40+! I’d been over 30, but this is first time I’m over 40 and it was both absolutely frightening and absolutely exciting! :D), but do I like it?

I LOVE IT.

My inbox is open for EVERYONE and anyone to send ANYTHING in! Stories, headcanons, questions, maybe prompts sometimes, thoughts, anything! Anything, and I’ll answer to everyone, always, even if it takes me months (which I hope won’t be the case, once after I answer those 6 oldest entries).

I always receive incredible things, and I enjoyed very sincerely of the stories I receive. I don’t want anyone to repress their thoughts or stories, but I understand some may be too shy to post them, and that’s what my inbox is there for! So they can share it there on anon :D

Coon has an essential rule: Coon doesn’t judge. So if you think you’re story is too weird, or too cliché, or that nobody will like it, you send it in. I can’t promise I will love EVERYTHING because there may be things I just don’t like, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be rude about it. :)

I hope my thoughts about how I sometimes stress don’t scare you away. I do may get a little stressed, but that doesn’t mean you must feel bad about it and stop sending things in; perhaps just be a little patient, or understanding if I post anything about being busy, or asking you people to be patient.

Perhaps I’d suggest sending one story, maybe two, and wait until I answer a couple entries before sending another one in (length doesn’t matter c:), but I clearly don’t want you people to stop sending things in.

I don’t want anyone to feel they’re bothering me, because nobody’s bothering me. You people are sharing amazing and funny and cute stories with me. Why would that bother me? :D

So there you go. Please don’t shy away, please don’t repress anything, and continue being amazing!

My inbox is open, and it welcomes everyone with open arms, for anything. 

I’m very sorry for the long answer. It’s just that nobody before had asked if I liked it, and I just…let my thoughts roll!!

Thank you for such a kind question and for the stories, and you’re never bothering me!

I hope you’re having a PHENOMENAL day! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

[brightengale]

deapoolxandxfriends for the url thingy. Don’t feel as if you have to cover all the muses! If you don’t mind/have time!

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following; (Accepting)

my opinion on;

character in general: Alison is so attached to so many of this peach’s characters that it is in real life difficult for me to function sometimes. It started with that fanart of Ali and Steve, then finally having a Betsy for Ali to connect with and it’s spiraled into all these amazing connections to so many other characters. 

how they play them: 

Alexis: Still budding interactions but we already know these two are going to get on swimmingly. As an OC she is obviously written perfectly and I love her conviction to say fuck you to the establishment, risking her job, in order to help someone.

Betsy: Bets and Ro are THE best friends for Ali, in my head, Like if she HAD to pick her best friends these two would be the ones. This trio will kick your ass, look flawless doing it and then you will sing praises of thank you to them. I had a very particular image of Betsy which Koi completely turned on its head but only because I had such a superficial image of her. The way Koi writes her brings so much well deserved depth to Bets’ character. I knew that her Bets was going to be a perfect compliment to Ali when I saw the “Rainbow Titties” ask in my inbox. I was completely right. Their friendship means so much to me and Alison. 

Bucky: Another character Koi writes beautifully (this is gonna be the common adulation) and one that I didn’t go into knowing too much about.                                                                   Ok, so, this asshole! Fucking came out of nowhere! Buck wasn’t even on my radar of interactions for Ali. Sure maybe as Steve’s broody bestie who she’ll eventually have to interact with, that’s cool. Then Alison was like, “He’s hot. Especially in a tank top covered in sweat while his muscles strain in the gym. We’re totally gonna fuck.” Ok, now that I think about it, it started before that with a set of gif manips that I just couldn’t overlook. Those gifs sent this ship sailing. Not sailing, it took off like a rocket! This man has wrapped himself so completely around Ali’s heart and I’ve cried multiple times in real life over their relationship. They both give one another shit on so many different things and the snark generated from it is platinum. I love the dance they do when it comes to relationship dominance, which is the foundation for the previously mentioned antics. It’s not an unhealthy thing either. They both know when to yield and when to push and still give so love, adoration and respect to one another. I suck at words and have so many feelings about them but am gonna stop here. 

Steve: Ali and Steve started with fanart inspo and like Bets, I also had some preconceived notions about Steve. Mostly was going to ignore comics Cap, for reasons, but even with MCU Steve I never spent much time analyzing his character. Just stuff that may happen to pop up on my dashes and mold my idea of his character. The biggest thing I wasn’t expecting was just how fucking stubborn he is. But it’s perfect! And Koi plays him perfectly in all the ways. I’m so excited that that art inspired their initial interactions. He’s such a steady, calming, presence for Alison. Even with some of the shit calls he’s made in respect to her people, Alison respects and trusts Steve. They go way back in the comics and carrying this foundation forward is so great for their friendship. While Steve is an anchor for Ali she’s become a great one for him too. The guy rarely thinks about himself and luckily for him Ali can out stubborn him when it comes to making sure he takes much needed/deserved R&R time. I love that he feels comfortable enough to truly let down his guard around her and trusts her as much as she trusts him, even if they don’t always agree on things.

Thor: Muns that write characters with accurate accents and speech patterns amaze me and I have such respect for them. Koi is one of these writers.This is a new relationship for Ali and I’m excited to possibly explore it more in threads. Ali and Thor as bros is such a precious notion for me. Him being such a staunch supporter of her and especially her poly relationships because he understands that love shouldn’t be limited if everyone in the relationship is open to sharing it is so fucking magnificent. I see him being someone that Alison seeks out for advice just like she does with Bets and Ro. Also the image of him intricately braiding her hair in styles that the vikings were known for, while they chat about anything and everything gives me life.

Wade: Out of all of these muses I went into this interaction with the most well formed headcanons and deep personal feelings about Wade. Aside from Koi and I sharing much of these same headcanons and feelings for him, Koi also has such an incredible gift for writing his voice. I adore how she writes every one of these babes but I think my adoration for the way she portrays Wade so flawlessly, in my opinion, out weighs the others just a smidge. Starting them off in that bodyguard thread sealed their relationship from the start. Wade offers so much to Alison without asking or expecting anything in return. He loves and appreciates her so much and it’s another relationship that’s had me tear up when thinking about a couple times. As much as he offers Alison matches it completely. She doesn’t want to at first, well when it comes to romantic and sexual interactions, but only because she values his friendship and companionship so much she doesn’t want to fuck it up. This is another relationship I have feelings too numerous to write here so.the mun: She’s ok I guess. But seriously I love this woman. Even outside of her indulging Alison’s needy/thirsty ass, I appreciate the friendship that we’ve formed, prompted through these babes. 

do i;

follow them: Always and foreverrp with them: Alwayswant to rp with them:  Have I mentioned always?ship their character with mine: The feeeeeeels

what is my;

overall opinion: Koi is a fantastic person and writer and if you’ve been looking for a certain character to interact with please go check out her muse section because they’re all worth interacting with. 

I’m so happy you put up with me spamming your DMs with gifs and all manner of other things. Thank you for following me and all the love you and your muses heap on Ali and I.  

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[franeridart]

WHERE IS LAVI

Sadly all my magic rituals to try and scry directly inside Hoshino’s mind haven’t worked just yet, so I can’t answer this question - also, looks like DGM isn’t in the line-up for Jump SQ Crown this month either :( so we won’t know for at least another four months still - since Lavi’s my absolute most fave and thinking about the situation he’s in makes me feel literal pain and no actual solution to it seems to want to come any time soon, I try to think about it as little as I can. After six years of waiting for him denial has become my best friend, anon 👍

Anon said:DID YOU SEE MY SON BEING CARRIED AROUND I LOVE HIM SO MUCHH

I’m gonna assume you’re talking about Shinsou! He was adorable, but lbr the habit Horikoshi has of having him and Tetsu always appear together kind of takes all my possible hype away from Shinsou to direct it on the shark child. I hope Horikoshi will stop doing that, actually

Anon said:Lmao, in the coffee shop au I noticed you drew Kaminari with his hair shorter in the back - did you do that so you could avoid drawing a mullet? I cry

Actually!!! I hadn’t thought about that! But there had to be a reason why he looked better like that JK I love Kaminari’s hair and haircut, he’s the only child I’m gonna accept having a sort-of-mullet and still looking fine as hell - it’s because his hair looks so soft? And silky? I kinda wanna braid it I should draw him with his hair braided

Anon said:You know, after last chapter, seeing Kirishima reassure Midoriya and telling him not to talk negatively about himself takes a whole new meaning. This boy, he really cares so much about other people than himself

I wouldn’t say he cares more for others than himself, but he definitely does have different standards for others compared to those he uses on himself - then again, isn’t that just how people with low self-esteem always act? BUT!!! I have all the good reasons to think that Bakugou’s words have significantly lessened Kirishima’s inferiority complex about his quirk (because I’m locating that chat before the license exam and when you think about it since around then Kiri has been acting more confidently !!!) so I don’t think you should worry too much anymore! Kirishima has Bakugou and Bakugou has Kirishima and they keep each other good and positive and that’s beautiful and I’m alive

Anon said:What is your full name, if you don’t mind me asking??

Why anon, isn’t Fran enough for you? *wiggle eyebrows* kidding, I’m assuming all my Italian friends have guessed already since it’s a pretty common name so it’s cool, you can know, my full name is Francesca. Though I’d really prefer it if you’d keep on calling me just Fran 👍 

Anon said: Why are you so perfect

Hah I’m really, really, really not anon

Anon said: Honestly their hairs are so amazing in the last one and i absolutely love the way you never do the prompts the way they are expected and idk if you do it on purpose but its just amazing

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much????? And I wouldn’t say I do it on purpose, I just draw the first thing with a beginning and an ending I can manage to think about (fun fact, sometimes I deem the first thing too ridiculous or not good enough and I try to think about something else but by then the idea is there and I won’t be able to draw anything else r i p)

Anon said:Geez when Kiri called Baku manly and cool I was just like “end me” how did I not realize how precious he is in s1? He’s so frikkin adorable!

He doesn’t really do much in s1!!! But he is adorable isn’t he??? He’s the sun of my life I love him so much bless his gay heart

Anon said:I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW KUROO

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I hope your happy you jelly bean! I started to watch boku no hero to understand the poly ship you ship. Now I can escape this hell cause I know I’ll read the manga next!

I actually am really damn happy!!!!! I hope you’ll enjoy it all till the very end if you do catch up, anon!! Come back and tell me who your fave is, once you’re done °O°

Anon said:Hinata forgot to spike the ball

HE DID I can’t believe that small adorable disaster of a boy how is he even still a regular oh my g O D I love him so much I can’t believe him what a good (mostly tho, he jumped like Hoshiumi holy FUCK I can’t wait to see that one work for him !!!)

Anon said:there’s a terushima week coming up soon?? might we see a cute bokuroteru maybe? :O

Since I’m literally just finding out about this, like, right now and the week starts in about three days or something I can’t really promise I will participate in it, anon ;;;—;;; I don’t have the time to plan for it at this point and in the same period there’s the bakushima week too (which I… still haven’t drawn anything for r I P) and !!!!! It’s just too little time BUT next month it’s polyship may!!! One prompt per day for the whole month and it’s all about polyships, I plan on drawing small doodles for all of them, or at least try, and bokuroteru will DEFINITELY be between the ot3s I’ll draw for!!!! I hope that’s good enough for you :( I’m actually so damn sad I just found out about this ;;;-;;;

Anon said:i think i’m in love with your art (especially youre bakushimanari and your bokuro to be honest !) because everytime i go on your blog i stay here for hours and hope it never end ! well, thank you for sharing all those cute art with us !! ♥

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! I’m glad I can make you enjoy my lil blog that much??? This actually made me so happy oh my god (////▽////)

Anon said:How on Earth does Bakugou fit his giant bracers in the tiny briefcase thingy the school gives them to keep their costumes in, do you suppose?

The cases are bigger on the inside *doctor who theme playing in the distance* either that or he’s actually Mary Poppins, which wouldn’t be all that bad would it I’m laughing lmao

(when you think about it really huge costume pieces fit in a few other kids’ cases too - take Iida and Aoyama, or Kirishima’s gears, or Ochako’s arm pieces - so I’m just assuming the support kids are really really crafty… and Bakugou’s gauntlets can probs disassemble, he must take forever to gear up)

The real question here is why Hagakure needs a case at all

Anon said:now that i started reading bnha i appreciate your art alot more. I already loved your art even though i didnt know who all the character were who werent from voltron or hq

Ahhhhh thank you so much!!!!! I really really hope you’ll like the manga at least enough to keep reading, anon!!!

Anon said:I know it’s so rude but, is it somethin’ about Kuroo/Bakugou that makes Bokuto/Kirishima get hot to trot?

ANON I’m sorry but I can’t let myself answer even just vaguely nsfw asks - I just, even though I might have headcanons for these there is a certain line with nsfw I’m really not comfortable crossing and once you start answering this kind of questions it’s hard drawing that line and making it so that you’ll always be sure it will be respected and I just… really don’t want to get to the point where one day I’ll open my inbox and find something I’ll feel really uncomfortable with? Does that make sense??? aaaahhhhhhhh!!!!! I hope you’ll understand ;;-;;

Anon said:Bokutitties. what even. Reminds me of the Shimada brothers (do you play Overwatch??) and their left nipple that is always exposed

I don’t, but most of my dash does so I get what you’re talking about lmao I can 100% assure you it was an accidental coincidence, anon haha

Anon said:okey okey do i was thinking about your art of bakugou being cold and shit and i. i came up with this idea like, what if baku is that sort of person who hates socks? so hell go complain to kirishima and or kaminari about being cold and theyll just go; …..put on some goddamn socks

!!!!!!!!!!!! Anon you wanna know the best thing about this? If you keep an eye out for all the times you can see Bakugou’s ankles in the manga it seems like he actually never wears socks I’ll cry forever your headcanon might as well be canon what a blessed moment 

Anon said:I see and accept your hero course sleeplessness and would like to raise it to the teachers giving puppet/shadow shows.

….you can’t make a shadow show without Tokoyami getting involved so I’ll assume he’ll find a way to wiggle into it too, and he’d bring Shouji with because his quirk could help - I bet my head you can’t have Aizawa participate even offering to pay him, and also that it probably started from Mic because he’s extra like that

most enthusiastic participants would be Snipe and Toshi, Cementoss would have no problems with it either and his quirk is handy for cool effects, Midnight is kind of live and let live about the whole deal but doesn’t mind stopping by to look at them making fools of themselves now and again - most of the students are like ???? why tho the first time because they aren’t kids anymore and there’s no reason for this, Iida though doesn’t even question sitting through the whole thing because it’s their teachers and it’s just the right thing to do, Izuku does the same but just because All Might, Ochako stays because Izuku and Iida stay, same for Todoroki, and if Ochako stays so does Tsuyu - Kirishima and Mina are the only actually enthusiastic ones out of Baku’s group but they got a way to bring all of the squad together for it anyway, Baku included, they’re noisy and pushy just enough for that… actually when I think about it in the end everyone would stay at least the first time for one reason or another , and then the show starts, and it’s with quirks and really out of scale on the special effects  with microphones and bgm and shifting stages and so on and this was supposed to help the students with sleeplessness but at this point it’s just the teachers having fun and together with them the kids as well no one goes to sleep any time soon when they put together a show lbr

[dothewrite]

UR WRITING IS SO GOOD IM IN LOVE!!! SERIOUSLY SOME QUALITY WRITING RIGHT HERE OMG. also i fell in love with your mafia au (especially kuroos omg everything was just so badass) and i'm also a sucker for cliches so would you be able to do like a kuroo badboy badass au thingy ??? ya knoooww where he's a player and rough around the edges blablabla and then the s/o comes in and shes the complete opposite of him and at first they hate each other blabla but then they fall in loove (i'm such a sap omg)

Okay, so I have a confession to make. I wanted to do this prompt so badly, and the bunnies in my head wouldn’t stop swarming me, but it’s turned out a little different from what you originally requested. It’s also a lot larger than what you originally requested, but I guess what I’m asking for is your forgiveness if you don’t like it, even though I hope you very much do! 

And, if you’re not happy with what I’m going to show in a bit, please (if you’re still following my blog ‘cus this is a long time coming I know ;_;) feel free to send in another request with any more detail that you’d want to see and I will write a new one for you. Don’t worry about my closed inbox- I just wanna make sure to deliver what you asked for. 100% customer satisfaction ahahahaha

But anyway, I hope you still like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) It’s huge, so I’ll be making a whole new post for it.

[leafyxthiefy]

-jazz slides into your inbox- so,,, i heard you were doing mas requests,,,? ///fingerguns Would you mind “You’ve been caught. There’s nothing more you can do so why are you still fighting?” or “I wish you could see your worth.” from the hero/villain prompts? ////superhero aus are my Lifeblood t BQH,,,

XD SO, this one and others I’ve been sitting on due to reasons, but I have gotten to it!!!!

I of course would never mind doing MAS because, it’s fucking Marco with Ace AND Sabo, I’d have to be crazy to deny XDAnywho this is my attempt at SuperHero AU’s with prompt’s from this thingy. Enjoy!!~

“You’ve been caught. There’s nothing more you can do, so why are you still fighting?” Sabo asked with the lightest hint of exasperation in his voice.

“Because if I just lie here and let you take me in, it sends the wrong message to my fans.” Ace replied with a tone that said it should have been painfully obvious.

“You’re a villain! You don’t have any fans, you dork.” Sabo said, reminding Ace for the millionth time. “In order to have fans you have to be a hero.”

Ace scoffed, “There’s no rules to this game Blue, villains can have a fanbase too.”

“Listen guys, as amusing as it is to watch the two of you have a deep and meaningful discussion of fandoms and their people, I should be getting home, yoi.” a third voice broke in between the squabbling hero and bad guy.

The pair turned to the third person in the vault who was tied to the swivel chair, and looking as if he would rather be anywhere else.

“Marco!” Ace smiled as if he hadn’t just tied him up only minutes prior to the Blue Rebel showing up. “You’re on my side right, you’d be my fan.”

Marco’s mouth opened to answer Ace, but before he could even get a breath out, Sabo cut in. “You tied Marco up, again? Seriously Spade, how many times do we have to go over this? Keep Marco–actually every civilian–out of your schemes.”

“I told him to stay home today!” Ace retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. “And I can’t go around showing favoritism by letting him go, so I had to tie him up like the rest of them.”

“And bring him to the safe with you?” Sabo asked.

“He’s the only one that knows the combination!” Ace explained indignantly.

“Actually, Penguin, Robin, and Coby also know the combination to the safe, yoi.” Marco supplied from his seat.

Sabo’s shoulders slumped and Ace was pretty sure Sabo was aiming a quirked brow in his direction, so the villain shrugged his bare shoulder, “Besides, I prefer Marco’s company. The one with the hat only talks about the Surgeon and how he wished it was him tying him up, Robin unnerves me, and Coby wets his pants, are you really telling me that you want to save someone that wets their pants Blue?”

Ace saw a quick shiver go down Sabo’s spine, and grinned in triumph. “That’s not what I mean here Spade! A civilian is a civilian, you shouldn’t tie any of them up!”

“But if I don’t they run away!” Ace pouted.

“Speaking of running away, I really should be heading home soon, yoi. Oyaji’s on this new medication where he needs to take it every night before dinner and he tends to ‘forget’.” Marco spoke up again gesturing uselessly to his bindings as well as he could in his current state.

“Oh what are you guys having for dinner?” Ace asked his mood lifting despite the situation, “How’s the old fart doing anyway?”

“The doctors say he’s actually getting better, yoi.” Marco supplied “In fact the medicine is extra precaution for a follow–”

“Spade!” Sabo cut in, “I care about Oyaji as must as the next guy, but when we put on our masks, we aren’t who we are. Get back on track will you?” he scolded, “The faster we get this over with, the sooner Marco can go home to tend to Oyaji.”

“Well I’m not letting you take me in.” Ace huffed. “I got this far so I can’t just give up now.”

Sabo rolled his eyes, “Of course you can’t.”

“Hey Ace,” both set of eyes fell on Marco, “I’m not your fan. I’m your number one fan, yoi.”

“I wish you could see your worth.” Sabo sighed as he sat upon Ace. Another showdown between the two supers had seen Blue as the victor this time around. “You’d make a great Hero Spade, so why don’t you just leave the villainy behind?”

“Do you really have to sit on me, Blue?” Ace asked rather irritated and buckled under Sabo, but the blonde only laughed.

“Can’t have you escaping again, Spade, besides the fight was fair and square. Now I believe you owe Marco an apology for tying him up, again?”

“The fight was not fair, you cheated and used the extension feature on your pipe!” Ace protested, “I woulda won if you hadn’t done that and you know it!”

Sabo chuckled, “All fair in love and war Spade, how many times must we go over that?”

“And I thought I was the evil villain here.” Ace muttered, but soon after relented looking over to where his hostage sat in his chair. “I’m sorry Marco! But you gotta admit, the chair is much more comfortable this time, huh?”

Marco rolled his eyes, but nodded all the same, “Yes it is, thank you for taking my input into consideration, yoi.”

“Chair comfort aside, why did you take Marco? You didn’t even rob the bank this time, you hit up the candy shop three blocks from it.” Sabo asked,

“Because they got in a shipment of those awesome blue candies that Marco loves but will never admit, much less buy for himself so I abducted him.” Ace said as if it should have been the obvious explanation.

“I was going to let him go as soon as I gave him his share of the candy!” Ace added when he felt Sabo’s eyes on him.

Sabo on the othe rhand sighed, “Times like these are what make me wonder how you’re even considered a villain.”

“Because I’m a no good rotten crook? At least that’s what Gramps says.” Ace supplied and shrugged a shoulder, “Besides if I’m a Hero, then I can’t do cool things like steal candies cuz I can, or listen to the mayor’s briefings, and all the other boring junk that comes with being a Hero. Seriously you’re the Blue Rebel how come you aren’t a villain? I’m honestly surprised people let you be a Hero with that name.”

Sabo rolled his eyes, “Because doing good is rewarding, Spade, think of all the good you could do if you chose to be a Hero.”

“But then I couldn’t kidnap Marco.” Ace reasoned.

Sabo let his head fall into his open palm with an audible smack. And Marco chuckled. “It would be rather interesting to see you as a Hero, Spade. But I have a feeling we’d see each other less if you were to turn to a life of good, yoi.”

“See Blue! Marco agrees!”

“Darn it Marco don’t encourage him!” Sabo exclaimed, but a smile was on his lips all the same.

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Can you do that... Chocholate on the lip thingy prompt for obikin? Please?

Phew! This one is a lot of fluff. More so than I expected, but does fill the prompt. Here you are, dear ‘nonnie!

I’ve got one more of these guys in my inbox that I will hopefully have filled either tomorrow or Wednesday :)

I’ll also probably be putting them up on my Ao3 here in the next few days.

Rating: G

Pairing(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala/Anakin Skywalker (Mentioned)

~1000 Words

Prompt: You’ve got some chocolate on the side of your lip, but i’m not sure if I wanna tell you because you look so cute.

Additional Tags: Established relationship, polyamory

There’s a feeling that accompanies returning to Couscant after weeks or even months off-planet. As much as Anakin adores being out among the stars, Coruscant has something to offer that the vastness of space does not: his family. Padme, his angel and devoted wife; Ahsoka, his faithful padawan; Obi-Wan, the only man to have ever earned the respected title of Master in Anakin’s eyes. When you are like Anakin, with a habit of losing your head in the clouds, it’s sometimes nice to have something to aide in keeping your feet on the ground.

He can’t help the grin on his face when he leaps out of his fighter, crossing the Jedi Temple’s hanger in long, bounding strides. His Master and padawan wait on the other end of the bay, Obi-Wan far more patiently than Ahsoka. She is all but vibrating in place with the excitement of reunion, the separation of this latest assignment the longest of their partnership. She’d been held up by an injury when Anakin was deployed, left in Obi-Wan’s care until her assigned Master returned. As much as Anakin knows she enjoys Obi-Wan’s company, she is as equally wild at heart as he is; she is undoubtedly ready to get out of the temple and back into the fray.

Ahsoka breaks rank by the time Anakin is halfway across the bay, allowing herself to be swept up into his arms in a far more affectionate hug than the Jedi Order would appreciate. She’s grown in the weeks he’s been gone, he notes, her montrals and lekku growing along with her. He can’t help but think that she might just surpass his own impressive height one day.

“You haven’t caused Obi-Wan too much trouble, I hope?” He asks as he sets her down, throwing a companionable arm over her shoulder and steering her back to the waiting Jedi Councilor.

“No more than you,” she teases, elbowing him in the side and ducking away when he swats at her in retaliation.

She ducks behind Obi-Wan as though to hide from Anakin—an effect that is ruined in that Obi-Wan is even smaller than her Master, and she is swiftly edging on him in height. The aforementioned Councilor cocks a judgmental brow at his former pupil, but the twitch of the man’s lips behind his carefully groomed beard is enough to inform Anakin to his amusement at the pair’s antics. “I’ll have you know that she listens to instructions much better than you,” Obi-Wan informs him, stepping forward to receive his own hug from Anakin. “Maybe I should have trained her myself.”

“Not a chance, Master.”

The trio winds their way through the halls of the temple toward Anakin and Obi-Wan’s shared quarters, discussing’s Anakin latest assignment and what the other two had been up to during his time away. Ahsoka breaks off when they reach the door, having to return to her lessons, leaving the pair alone for the time being.

Anakin draws his Master in for another long hug the minute the door closes behind them, tucking his face into the crook of the man’s neck. He doesn’t like these extended separations any more than the rest of his makeshift family does. Despite understanding the necessity in wartime, there is always a fear curled low in his gut that he’s going to pick up a com or come back to the temple and be informed one of them, any of them, were lost while he was on the other side of the galaxy and unable to protect them. He knows that Obi-Wan feels it too based on the way the man’s fingers tangle in Anakin’s tabards, holding him close.

“I’m glad you’re ok,” Obi-Wan murmurs.

“Had to come back. You and Padme were waiting for me.”

“Damned right,” Obi-Wan chuckles weakly when they finally pull away.

“I actually brought something for you.”

Digging around in the pocket of his cloak, Anakin finally locates and fishes out the small bag of sweets he secured during his time away. It’s not much, but it’s not like the Jedi receive especially generous stipends with which to spoil their illicit lovers, and Anakin happens to know that Obi-Wan is quite fond of this particular kind of chocolate. It’d been dumb luck that he’d stumbled upon the little stand selling them in a local market, an older twi’lek woman trading Anakin’s meager handful of credits for the sweets. Obi-Wan’s carefully rationed supply had run out weeks ago and Council duties had kept him locked up in the temple, unable to seek out more himself.

Obi-Wan takes them reverently, immediately dumping one from the bag and into his palm. “Thank you, Anakin.”

Watching Obi-Wan bite into the chocolate is worth the stress of getting the delicate candies through the chaos of war in one piece. His eyes flutter shut, a low hum in his throat, as though the mildly spiced chocolate is a religious experience rather than a simple sweet. It’s a religious experience for Anakin, that’s for sure.

There’s a smear of chocolate left on Obi-Wan’s lip when he’s done, the cursory lick of his lips not enough to wipe the stubborn spot away. Anakin briefly considers pointing it out, then considers wiping it away with his thumb, finally settling own on a third option.

Catching Obi-Wan’s face between his hands, he leans in, swiping his tongue across Obi-Wan’s lips and tasting the chocolate off the delicate flesh. “Mmm…” Anakin hums. “Delicious.”

Obi-Wan sputters at his boldness, his cheeks and the tips of his ears a brilliant red when Anakin finally lets him go and pulls away. “I-I’m quite certain you have a briefing to attend.”

“That I do.” The younger Knight smirks, darting in to plant another kiss on his Master’s lips and earning another unhappy squawk. “See you for dinner at Padme’s after?”

“I do believe your wife would appreciate having you to herself for a bit. Tomorrow?”

“Alright,” Anakin cedes. With a final chaste kiss, he darts out the door and off to his briefing.