#ask yeehaw gem

[gem-likes-rdr]

Out and about Mr. Morgan?

[roseharpermaxwell]

Bite-Size Drarry - Under 10k (Part Three)

Pausing my RWRB reading (I have an ask about firstprince fics too and I’m working on it!) to answer this, which is the nudge I’ve needed. I’ve done this for Dramione before (under 5k), but I especially love tempting readers to Drarry. 

Short works are the unsung heroes of fandom. They don’t get enough love, which makes me so sad, because you definitely don’t always need 100k to deliver a stunning story. These are your bedtime stories, your palate cleansers, your individual serving sizes of serotonin. It’s okay to enjoy these even if you only read slow burn 100k+ fics, I promise. Live a little! 

This is a sampling of some amazing favorites, but I’m always reading new things and will add to it regularly. If you find something you love, I know the author would love to hear it, and so would I! Take a deep dive into their work to find other gems. 

Here's Part One and Part Two if you missed them.

Bite-Size Drarry - Under 10k (Part Three) below:

Everything We Have by @thesleepiesthufflepuff. E, 5k. When Ron leaves the Horcrux hunt and Hermione goes after him, Harry finds solace in Malfoy, the fourth member of their party. Feeling broken and uncertain as they wait on a riverbank in Wales, together they find that some things are worth the risk.

Thermodynamic Equilibrium by @dorthyanndrarry. T, 5k. Harry’s too hot, Draco’s always cold. Together they create a perfect equilibrium. 

No Bones About It by @peachpety. T, 5k. To remain eligible to play football for Hogwarts University, Harry needs to pass his gen bio exam. Too bad he chose the course based on the hotness of the TA and not the leniency of the professor. With the help of his friends and a Magic 8 Ball, Harry seeks tutoring from Draco Malfoy, Hot TA. Cue: chance encounters, flirting in library nooks, and prophecies fulfilled.

Closer by @pennygalleon. M, 5.1k. All who know them are convinced that Harry and Draco are a couple. But that's just ridiculous.

Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore. E, 5.1k. It's the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I've had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one... this one is something new. 

Yeehaw by @coffeedrgn87. E, 5.1k. In which Harry discovers that not only is he utterly gone for Draco, he always has a very specific fetish that revolves around Draco and a very particular pair of shoes.

From the Day We Met (I Loved You) by @dodgerkedavra. M, 5.1k. Harry receives a tiny, mysterious advent calendar on December 1. It takes him until December 24 to work out who it’s from.

Alabaster by @slytherco. E, 5.3k. It's not just for Harry, it's for them.

The Way You Say My Name by InnerLilith. E, 5.3k. In which Malfoy calls Harry pet names to get him flustered and riled up, and Harry gets flustered and riled up because he secretly likes it. The problem is that Malfoy is only teasing…or is he?

Mise en Place by @corvuscrowned. T, 5.4k. Draco needs to learn how to cook, and luckily, Harry knows his way around a kitchen.

The fact that Draco is using his newfound cooking skills to impress another man... Well, Harry just tries not to think about that too much.

But somewhere, among all of the spicing and savoring, Harry realizes that Draco is coming by for more than just a good meal.

Behind the glass by @quicksilvermaid. E, 5.5k. Harry would do anything for Draco. And that includes helping him satisfy a very particular kink.

Two of Us by @iota. E, 5.5k. The gang goes to a gay bar. Or: five times Harry accidentally pretended to be Draco’s boyfriend and one time Draco told him to put out or shut up.

Be careful what you hiss for by @maesterchill. E, 5.6k. Potter's speaking in tongues.

About his tongue.

And about his Auror partner Draco's tongue.

And about other parts of Draco too.

It's all very distracting.

A Sure Bet by @kbrick. E, 5.6k. Draco and Harry make bets during Auror training - and they keep upping the ante.

acts of service by @oknowkiss. E, 5.6k. Harry's sick, and Draco just wants to take care of him, but they're two idiots in love, so it couldn't possibly be that easy.

light as the sky above by icarusinflight. E, 5.6k. Harry notices Draco leave.  Harry’s always had one eye watching Draco, and old habits die hard.

Letters Through Time by @julietsemophase. T, 5.7k. Harry has been gone for the past few years, unable to tell those he loves whether or not he was alive or dead. When he returns home, he is surprised to find he has some very important letters waiting for him. 

Matched Set by @astolat. E, 5.7k. “No one asked you to look, did they?” Draco said, eyes glittering and intent on Harry’s face—like he’d just wiped off the years and turned back in time to when their greatest ambition in life had been to knock the other off his broom in front of the school and grab the Snitch first, before they’d both gone to war and come back with scars.

Intelligence by aideomai. T, 5.8k. “I don’t believe it,” Ginny said, voice low with venom and fury. “Did you know?” “I knew there was a spy,” Hermione said.

It’s Raining Drarry by @keepcalmandexpectopatronum934. E, 5.8k. After a quiet evening at home, the last person Draco expected to see on his doorstep in the torrential rain was a very wet and very naked Harry Potter.

Not Nineteen Forever by iota. E, 5.9k. A rogue charm hits on a mission and suddenly, Draco is nineteen again. Harry is still thirty-five and doing his best to look after his de-aged Auror partner (and forget about his long unrequited crush) until St. Mungo’s can brew the antidote. Only, Draco insists on wandering around Harry’s flat wearing nothing but Harry’s pants, flirting like his life depends on it and in the end, Harry’s only human after all.

Sugar Sweet by @the-sinking-ship. T, 5.9k. Draco thinks everyone forgot his birthday. (They didn’t.)

Take a trip into my garden by @andithiel. E, 5.9k. Harry has only been dating Draco for about two months, but he’s already obsessed with the git. And he knows that today, Draco has something special planned, something that includes him being dressed in skimpy lingerie.

Lay Your Weapons Down, Baby by @mushroomheadgirl. E, 6k. What started as a fight the third night back has turned into a ritual. You don’t talk. You don’t ask questions. You just meet in the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor when one of you gives the other that look. You fight. You call. You leave. And you finally get some sleep. — In which the boys fight until they fuck. Then, they fight and fuck. Then, they just fuck until the fucking isn’t fighting anymore but something else entirely.

Postcards From Italy by iota. E, 6k. A pool party, a nightclub, a bathtub. Draco Malfoy is the last person Harry expected to run into the summer before his third year of university, but he's not complaining (at least not anymore).

home is wherever i'm with you by @softlystarstruck. T, 6.1k. “Okay, well when are you going to finish decorating your room then?”

“What?” Draco asks. “What do you mean?”

“I–” Harry blinks, looking bewildered. “I mean, I’ve only been in there a couple times, but don’t you need to unpack the rest of your boxes? It’s been a few months since you moved in.”

“I don’t have any more boxes,” Draco says, feeling as lost as Harry looks.

“But all you have is your bookshelf and your bed. Don’t you have knick knacks? Or– or plants?”

Draco slowly shakes his head.

A story about what it means to build a home.

Head Over Heels by birdsofshore, @shiftylinguini. E, 6.1k. Bloody Malfoy. Always turning up when he’s not wanted, making Harry notice things he doesn’t want to notice...like Malfoy’s new tattoo. 

Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive by @l0vegl0wsinthedark. E, 6.2k. Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that’s exhilarating.

And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me.

I drag Potter to bed.

Dancing on His Own by @writcraft. E, 6.2k. Under the decadent lights of London’s gay bars, Draco and Harry find one another again after years of searching. 

I Think I Want to Marry You by @phdmama. T, 6.2k. 5 times Harry Potter asks Draco Malfoy to marry him and Draco doesn't answer. And then the one time he does.

Two Hours Later by @lazywonderlvnd. 6.3k. Two hours after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry runs into Malfoy outside the Room of Requirement and returns his wand.

The Great British Wank-Off by @p1013. E, 6.3k. It’s eighth year, and all the boys have a bit of a competition. Harry challenges Draco to best two out of three. 

Packing the Flat by @marguerite26. E, 6.3k. Months after their explosive breakup, Draco insists Harry return to their flat to remove his belongings. 

A Darling Family by @nv-md and @lqtraintracks. E, 6.3k (Drarry + Teddy). Harry hates all the public appearances that go along with being the Chosen One, so Draco and Teddy concoct a plan to make the next event much more enjoyable—and rewarding.

Stage Five by @slytherco. M, 6.4k. Draco broke up with Harry four months ago, and he's been a wreck ever since. He visits the flat to retrieve his Auror badge and is quarantined while there, unable to leave. 

Mirrors inside me by @cavendishbutterfly. E, 6.4k. Draco’s been in love with Potter forever. And just because they work together, and they fuck, and they text and break up and get back together regularly doesn’t mean Potter needs to know. In fact, it’s a pretty good reason why he shouldn’t.

A Problem for Another Time by jalesidor. G, 6.6k. Harry enjoys his evening walks by the Thames. Nothing to do with Draco Malfoy's dog, or Draco Malfoy reading poetry on a lone riverside bench. No sir. Nothing at all.

An Emerald in the Sky by @corvuscrowned. E, 6.6k. The hardest part about shagging an Unspeakable is that they’re not allowed to speak of anything. All Draco knows is that Harry works in Time. Harry works in Time, and while he’s out there in all of that time, it is as unforgiving to him as it is to anyone.

Somewhere along the way, Draco realizes he's been thinking in lines, when he should have been thinking in circles.

This Could Be Good by @cassiaratheslytherpuff. E, 6.6k. As a child, Draco had always loved his mother’s tales of soulmates, but he never thought he’d experience it himself. The universe, apparently, has other plans. Or, the one where Draco saves a dog and gets a soulmate.

Like This and Like This (Dreams of Lace) by @primavera-cerezos. E, 6.6k. Harry gets a peek of Draco's black lace knickers over the top of his trouser waistband, and can't stop thinking about it.

Heavy by @onbeinganangel. E, 6.6k. Potter isn’t nearly as slick as he thinks he is, is all Draco can think about through the alcohol haze and the dizzying atmosphere of the club. He really, really isn’t. Potter is across the club, surrounded by his usual entourage, looking at Draco when he thinks Draco isn’t looking back.

I'm lying when I'm looking away by InnerLilith. E, 6.7k. Sometimes it takes a Purim party and a flapper dress for Harry to figure out what he likes. (Spoiler: He likes Malfoy.) Or: Come for the hamantaschen, stay for the sex.

Last Offices by @tackytigerfic. M, 6.7k MCD Harry prepares Draco's body in pureblood rituals with the help of his friends after his partner's death on the job. 

Trouble with your tie, Potter? by @tenthousandyearsx. E, 6.7k. The last thing Harry expects when Slughorn partners him up with Zabini is Malfoy shooting them furious looks throughout the whole class and then unceremoniously snogging Harry in the corridor.

Intention by @the-sinking-ship. E, 6.8k. Harry really ought to listen to whatever Ron is saying, but it becomes impossible to focus when a familiar figure across the pub curls his fingers around another man’s tie. And when that man leans in with a wolfish smile, Harry sees red, and all he can think is mine.

Snug by @moonflower-rose. E, 6.1k. Potter can't keep his hands off himself. Draco can't look away.

Champion by @shealwaysreads. T, 6.9k. Harry thought his Eighth Year would be simple and easy. And it sort of is, though not in the ways he expected.

Continued in Part Four!

Give the authors some love! I also adore hearing if you found a new favorite fic or author.

I’ll be regularly adding to this, so if you’re seeing this as a reblog, feel free to check my Master List of Recommendations for the most current list. If you see yourself and you’re not tagged, or I've got a broken or misdirected link, please let me know!

[wingspiked]

Things to do-

Reply to the ask where Robin’s boothill has his tongue down Sundays throat, reply to Nev’s Aven with more gay angst, write gem a peak homosexual starter, and finally make a promo-

palette cleanse it all by sicking argenti on his husband ( polaris’ yeehaw) and dak’s Aven

[rebelshoard]

A chart of what I call the polyCOOL, you should ask me about them :)

Larsky - He/Him - Gay/Poly - you know him :)

Yukahn :) - He/Him - Gay/Poly - i changed his hair a little because i want it to be more obvious that he is constantly pushing it back as a nervous tick, part of the rich parents club lol

Catali :) - He/Him - Gay/Poly - my sweet big man, part of the rich parents club

Marrel - He/They - Bi/Demiboy - part of the rich parents club

Raspin - He/Him - Pan - childhood friend/neighbor of Larsky

Zeke - He/They - Aroace - his and Yukahn's relationship is mostly like this lol

Danny - He/Him - Pan/Poly - Part of the "rich parents" club but not the "rich kids" club if that makes sense, basically disowned at this point

Cahira - She/Her - Bi/Poly - just a really cool lady :)

Scott - He/Him - Bi/Poly - Grouchy, trying very hard to unlearn all the homophobia/etc he grew up with

Xian - He/They - Gay/Poly/Trans - Part of the actual rich parents club™, voted most likely to start an mlm scheme in high school lol

Morgan - He/They - Gay/Poly - Generally chill, used to be a gem oc lol

Percy - He/Him - Demiromantic/Bi/Trans - still Casia's assistant™ in this AU lol

Casia - She/Her - Pan - Influencer™ :)

Russel - He/Him - Bi-Questioning - hes like, a tiktok famous musician lol

Tokala - He/They - Polysexual/Nonbinary - suffers from chronic insomnia

Marx - He/Him - Pan/Melolagniac - Nervous wreck, roommates with Tokala and Jack

Jack - He/Him - Demi/Bi - Professional™ photographer, needs a hearing aid

Eddy - He/Him - Aro/Pan - Professional™ artist, specializes in graffiti

Malcolm - He/Him - Pan - Inseparable from Parker

Parker - He/She/They - Pan/Genderfluid - Inseparable from Malcolm

Valentine - He/Him - Bi - roommates with Malcolm and Parker, suffering

Rhonda - She/Her - Bi - pretty chill, needs to mind her own business, used to be a gem oc

(Name tbd) - He/Him - Bi - Anxious™, used to be a gem oc

Gutter - He/Him - Pan - Yeehaw !

Lion - He/Him - Gay - Biker boy, inseparable from Evan

Evan - He/Him - Bi - Mute, biker boy, inseparable from Lion

Lory - She/Her - Straight - Biker girl :) carries the only braincell between the three of them

Avery - He/They - Bi/Nonbinary - a pretty popular singer, has major ADHD and mood swings

Deuce - He/They - Bi/Genderfluid - Not my oc, also a fairly popular singer

(Name tbd) - He/Him - ? - Casia's agent, kinda sleazy

[canyouplzjust]

My Confessions

Dear Diary,

How did I let this happen again? Why do I always feel like I am at the mercy of a group of rivals with this bunch? They don't trust me as far as they can throw me, and I have chosen to ignore suspicion by trusting each one of them on several occasions. At least we found Max, well, the Max from the club, and while he was a ghost of his former self, he told us a lot of things we needed to know. And it was nice to see him. I know he insists with venom in his voice that I never loved him, and I am sure he thinks that's true, but I did love him. I just didn't love him enough to ignore the amusement park of the century to study rocks, or whatever he was doing with Didi. Its goddamn Westworld in here, and I'm about to put on a cowboy hat again. Yeehaw. Just kidding, i am absolutely not going to wear one of those hats, but I will be excited to see some cowboys. And Indians. We're going to the Sergio Leonus desert. Can I get sunburn in here?

The reason we are going to the desert, while my hair does look better in the low-humidity sunshine, was another group decision that got away from me. We were in Alice's tea room, gently interrogating Max, and Les wouldn't stop asking about the anti-paragon tech. He wouldn't drop it, and this was like the third person in a row he had questioned, and I think it would have made more sense if he had just asked us directly. I start to panic when the others shout out questions at unverified sources, I am rightfully worried that we are giving out a lot of info by asking what we're asking. Whatever, Les laid into Max about the anti-paragon tech and in an effort to satisfy his curiosity and move things along, I cleared my throat and admitted that I had started experimenting with anti-paragon tech in my fortress, back when we were here before. The horror in Rory's eyes quickly flashed to disdain and resentment. Didi pouted and looked hurt that I had a hand in the jumpsuit she hated so much; I think I saw her squirm a little remembering it. Les looked at me with clear eyes and nodded imperceptibly while I explained that, "When I found out that there were other paragons, well, I was scared and I didn't want us to be vulnerable to them." Even though they didn't approve of my methods, like building up security in The City, or keeping unseemly enforcers around, they had to admit that I had, in fact, helped to keep them safe in the past. Max stayed pretty quiet, but he did pipe up that I had prioritized their safety.

When i say it back like this, I can see now why they might have been hesitant to let me chose the next destination without any discussion. On one hand, I felt a sense of relief that they knew about the origins of the tech, a monkey I'd had on my back since Centerpoint Station. On the other hand, it did seem to have incurred some other suspicions - what else could I be hiding? Who was this mysterious red head waiting for us in Realm 20? It doesn't matter. I should have taken us there and confronted the Calliope problem head-on. Max offered us a door to anywhere, and I let these "friends" talk me into going to the desert, after hearing them say that it should be my decision. I'm getting to 20 and I'm going to see Calliope, and I'll have the Dwar'nthal Empire by my side when I do it. She's going to lose her mind.

Just a note - Max left Earth before Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix came out, but he managed to make half a dozen totems to hide himself in anyway. In Alice's tea room, he appeared to us as a mouse in a teapot. I motioned for him to step out of the teapot, and I knew that when he did, he would be sporting an asymmetrical trench coat and big black boots - and he was! Delightful. We got to take him with us, as a gem, and I think we can assemble all these pieces into a Risen version of Max. Can he help us fight the Fallen Master? Is it just the parts of Max he didn't hide for us? It sure snaps at me like Max, i just don't think another enemy would be so sensitive about the same things.

Dear Max, If we can save you, we will. If we can't save you, we will still try. And if none of us can be saved, I just want to be near you when it all falls apart. I'm sorry I hurt you - we were just stupid kids. Love, Jane

[emmettmccartycullen]

Tbh when the TS came out and everyone was freaking out about Edward and Jacob I was sitting there looking at jasper like “Does NO BODY SEE THIS CREATURE RIGHT HERE???”

Oh SAME I was obsessed w Jasper and I was always so shook at how no one else ever paid attention to him

[dunnitmoved]

jingle jangle

ya got a fine pair o’ boots that go jingle jangle too huh pardner? 

[jellie-tamer]

Hello!

This is @peridot-the-kitten 's GoodTimesWithScar rp/ask blog!

I also have an LDShadowLady blog @critter-cove, a BadTimesWithScar rp blog @quiet-filming, and a Cubfan135 rp blog @vexing-mask

I will be operating this under the assumption that c!scar is also disabled and uses a wheelchair, like cc!scar, and will be rping as such.

So yeah :D

Tag system below the cut

General tags:

Talk tag: #well hello there my fellow miners and crafters [talk]

Ask tag: #super fast build mode [asks]

Casual rb tag: #hawkeye! [Reblogs]

Angst tag: #until next time [angst/heavy content]

Dream sequence tag: #Everybody's looking for something [dream sequence]

Writing/oneshot tag: #scarrrred for life [writing]

Watcher tag: #secretive feeling of fearsome hatred that reaches the skies [watchers]

Jellie POV tag: #Was there ever? A cat so clever[jellie]

Life SMP Series tag: #Racing around to come up behind you again [life series]

Ooc tag: #pretending to be you [ooc]

Character blog tags:

Grian tag: #I will show you the world [ask-the-grian]

Mumbo Jumbo tag: #what is god to a nonbeliever [askmumbojumbo]

Joel Smallishbeans tag: #just touched my abs and I'm okay with it [smalliishbeanss]

Pearlescentmoon tag: #mysterious as the dark side of the moon [pearlescentmoondoesthings] [pearlescentmoonrp]

Jimmy Solidarity tag: #yeehaw [soliidariity]

Evil X/Xanthus tag: #won't pretend that I'm someone else for all time [lightning-snap]

Scott Smajor/dangthatsalongname tag: #fell so far you should have been a star [wiiltedrosee] majoringinscott

Ethoslab tag: #fighting dreamers with these friends [ethoslabrp]

Lizzie LDShadowLady tag: everybody wants to be a cat [critter-cove]

Gem Geminitay tag: #do a deer [geminitheshapeshifter]

Fundy tag: #as sly as a fox [fundy-chow]

Tubbo tag: #go with the motion [ask-tubbo-bee]

BadTimesWithScar tag: #I will hear your call [quiet-filming]

Anon tags:

Blaze anon: #heat makes liquid of the asphalt [blaze anon]

Cherry/🪄 anon: sweet as syrup on ya honey [🪄cherry anon]

AU tags:

[hotguy/superhero au]

[fatefulfaerie]

yeehaw maybe flower crowns/hair braiding for your reqs but don’t feel obligated to 🤠

Full Circle

“I remember the last time we were both here,” Link said as their horses scaled the small, grassy hill of Irch Plain, with a singular tree to shade the sun and hundreds of silent princess blooming in full.

“I hoped you wouldn’t,” Zelda said as her white horse came to a stall. She dismounted, continuing, “It’s so embarrassing what I asked of you.”

“Well, to be fair,” Link said, dismounting as well and pacing to her side. “You had a pretty big crush on me back then. Little did I know that my charge offering me a frog for lunch was actually flirting.”

Zelda scoffed, nudging him with her shoulder playfully.

“Don’t act like you weren’t crushing, too,” she said. “Actually, it really shows how oblivious I was. You collected so many materials for me and yet I inwardly insisted you couldn’t possibly have feelings for me.”

Link came up behind her, enveloping her in his arms from the back. He kissed her cheek before resting his chin gently on her shoulder.

“I definitely did,” Link said. “If I hadn’t gotten so good at hiding my emotions, you would have definitely known.”

Zelda giggled, a sweet sound that Link’s heart often yearned for.

“Definitely,” she responded before the conversation lagged into a comfortable silence where Link and Zelda locked lips, emerging to breathe, emerging to smile, emerging to excessively whisper each other’s name, as if completely obsessed with the fact that the other person was real.

They paused after a while to stare at the beautiful view of Hyrule, of the castle. It was close enough to know they were here and yet, far enough away from each little landmark to still be distant from it, to find a sanctuary where it was just them and no one else.

“I never thought I would see so many Silent Princesses in one place,” Zelda observed. She gasped excitedly as the idea occurred to her, looking to Link. “We should make flower crowns!”

“Zel, I have no idea how to do that.”

“Oh don’t worry, it’s easy, you just make a circle.”

“Just a circle, huh?” Link said with a breaching smile.

“We’ll make flower crowns for each other.”

“Okay,” Link said unable to wipe the smile off his face.

——————————————————————————————————

Link and Zelda sat facing each other with their hands behind their back, both brimming with excitement to show the other what they had for them.

“Alright,” Zelda said. “On three. One, two, three!”

They immediately showed each other what they had, Link a bit more nervous, but that went without saying considering what he held in his hands. The flower crown Zelda made for Link was near-perfect, mostly made up of green leaves from the tree and yet accented with Silent Princess flowers, probably meant to complement his bright blue eyes.

And yet she had dropped it within milliseconds of them revealing their gifts for each other, Zelda’s lips parted and she felt absolutely frozen in shock.

The circle Link held was much, much smaller, and instead of leaves, was a small silver band with tiny blue gems in the middle, meant to look exactly like a Silent Princess. It couldn’t have been made anywhere else but in the jewelry shop in Gerudo Town.

Zelda’s lips formed to make words, but none came out. She started to breathe heavier in her disbelief, pleading green eyes asking him to continue and yet wondering if he would, or if this was just some prank. She figured it had to be until Link finally asked,

“Will you marry me?”

Zelda’s eyes watered as she brought a hand to her mouth, joyful tears pouring from her eyes quickly as she nodded hastily.

“Yes?” Link asked with a raised brow, almost not believing it.

“Yes,” she affirmed with more nods as she attempted to wipe her tears away. She figured she looked like a mess and thought perhaps her voice was barely distinguishable, but she continued anyway. “Yes, of course.”

Link only took the time to smile from ear to ear as he surged forward and, with a hand on the back of her head, pressed his lips into hers. It was much like he had before and yet it was entirely new.

He was kissing his fiancé.

And as soon as he slid the ring on her finger, clasped his hand into hers, and felt the way the ring touched his skin, he was overcome with an indescribable happiness that the love of his life was by his side

[gem-likes-rdr]

Why does Arthur and Micah argue like a divorced couple who are forced to interact a lot?

I've never seen a more accurate description of their interactions lmao

[mcnuggyy]

so I want to read/watch/listen to more Mexican/Latine media to force myself to get over some parts of white supremacy I'm finding difficult to let go of (not to be That™ white "ally" but I *am* white) and I don't really trust Google to give me anything deeper than like. Coco or something. And you seem like an experienced person I *can* trust here so: movie/show/music/etc recs by Mexican and/or otherwise Latine creators for someone who likes things like TAZ & gravity falls & superheroes?

Yeah I have quite a few issues w Coco that I won’t go into now (please do not ask me about it because i am a lil tired today, so that’s a convo for later ;w;) but this is some stuff I like!! 

1) The Book of Life (2014) (animated movie) I know i talked a bit about it already today, but it’s fun and cool and I still like it, and todays convo’s got me thinking about it again 🥺

2) El Tigre: The Adventures of Manny Rivera (cartoon series) it only got one season and it’s still something i think about, it was one of the few shows where i got to see myself as a kid and it’s still really fun and cool, love the char designs!

3) Slow Lightning by Eduardo C. Corral’s (poetry) UGH, so good, there’s so many good gems in his book, he explores themes of immigration, racism, and queerness as a Mex-Am, very very good

4) We The Animals by Justin Torres (novel) UGH, god this book HAUNTS me, it’s so fucking good, like i don’t even want to say anything else like JUST READ IT, UGHHHHAAAA, (author is mixed Puerto Rican/White)

5) Selena (1997) EVERY MEX-AM I KNOW HAS WATCHED THIS FILM AT LEATS 5 TIMES, IT IS A RIGHT OF PASSAGE, YOU MUST WATCH THIS FILM. It’s a biographical drama of the life of Selena Quintanilla, the QUEEN of Tejano music, it’s a CLASSIC

6) Victor and Valentino (animated series) is fun!! I’ve liked some of the episodes i’ve seen so far!! Not to mention they make a lot of REALLY good and funny references, like they had characters based off Juan Gabriel and Walter Mercado, so YEAH, like it’s PEAK

7) (music) Listen to Luis Miguel, Juan Gabriel, Vicente Fernandez, Selena Quintanilla, and Mana coward (/j but also i think these are good ones to listen to, but that just may be my nostalgia talking but i can rec some more modern musicians too if you’re interested!)

8) BLUE BEETLE COMICS!!!!!! AAA!!!! I love Jaime Reyes SO MUCH!!! He is one of the few Mex-Am superhero's out there and also he’s just kickass, I haven’t been able to read many and I lost the copy i had :,( but I still really liked it and I hope I can find it again and maybe buy some more comics w him

9) Watch Las Leyendas (the series) on Netflix, it’s so fucking underrated UGH.

This is getting a little long and these are just a FEW options!! I haven’t even mentioned El Chavo Del Ocho, or El Chapulín Colorado, or Mucha Lucha, or any novellas, or my favorite albums (Romances by Luis Miguel, the Selena Movie Soundtrack, etc.),  but YEAH, I think this is a good place to start fjhrjfhjfrm

*Most of these are very specific to my childhood, except for the books which I read in college and were recs from my cool queer Mexican professor (Rocio Carlos <-- check out their poems here!!) yeehaw!!!!  ;w;

[nunc-flore]

have some concept playlists !!

chill in various moods and genres!

chill in classickal [ when music gets so good u wanna straight up eat it ]

chill in celthicc [ breeng thy begpeipe lass ]

chill in archaic [ enjoy your symposium lads ]

chill in swing [ feelin pretentious today? i got u fam ]

chill in techno [ when the world sucks. no exceptions. ]

chill in arab [ beautiful tunez from the lands of the sun ]

chill in lo-fi [ beep boop bzzt? ]

chill in medieval ballads [ smasheth thou instrumenth, brother]

chill in funk [ funk up lads]

chill in indie [ your raw tenderness starter-pack]

don’t chill in punk [ oi! oi! oi! ]

chill in 80s bops [ what is technicolor if not a digital rainbow ]

chill in norse [ Heill þú farir! heill þú aftr komir! heill þú á sinnum sér! ]

chill in soul [it’s not the waking it’s the rising // nina cried power]

chill in 70s wood-chopping jams (still a stub) [chill, man]

chill in opera [ angelic crowds chanting "he needs some milk" ]

chill in jazz (still a stub) [ sweet music playing in the dark ]

chill in 20s-to-50s music that's not jazz nor swing nor soul [dance and drink like it's the 20s y'all (please stay clear of all the nationalism and the crippling sense of collective doom, thank you) ]

chill in yeehaw [ april is the cruellest month, ain't it? ]

chill in ye olde shanty [ a-hoy captain! ]

and many more, as time goes by!

actual concept playlists

summer indie - guitar themed tracks about life and death and all that’s in between

ingenium voluntatis - r e d  y e a r n i n g  but make it existential. it starts well but something happens. probably society and its non-sense rules. 

the apocalypse and other related catastrophes, merrily told by yours truly - the world is ending and shit is going down. but is it? are you certain this is the world and not some other unnameable thing? are you already dead? is it the apocalypse you dreamed, the one you’ve been waiting for, or is it too slow-boiled? deathly, rotting acceptance of the end of times, with a hint of child-like storytelling.

gotta go FAST -  it’s 34°C. the streets are a desert. you’re 20 minutes late. run.

daydreaming on main - can we stay like this forever? lost in a neo-classical painting, full of celestial things, and symmetry, dreaming away.

dreamy drum pop - is it a dream? are you in love with a dream, in the street of some ancient, modern city, following their shadow? or are you just having a bad case of hypotension? we may never know.

an evening in beige - cruelly posh but in a classy, bitter, hollow way

ready for the lazarus pit, shaka-brah! - a collection to sell your soul to a demonic entity of your choosing to. mostly dark techno, but with a classical twist.

chillin! - or the "dude put on some good music" playlist - when you’re chilling with laid-back pals and they ask you to put on some music and you need a quick, safe, society-tolerable playlist to hit shuffle on and leave there

sweet music playing in the dark - jazz n stuff, some old gems. also, the songs quoted by Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier.

time. - feel the flow of endless thing going by. the clock is ticking, but what the hell is time, anyway?

audiobooks!! - it’s what it says on the tin, my dudes. including: macbeth, metamorphosis, orlando, the call of cthulhu, iliade, the time machine, the tell-tale heart, the black cat, dr. jekyll and mr.hyde, pride and prejudice, black beauty, treasure island, the phantom of the opera, de profundis, frankenstein, carmilla, beowulf, dracula, the raven

fuck this, keep running - from society. from civilization. it’s just you and your ideas against the world, kid. let’s go give them hell. they will never take us alive. 

oh gee golly what a disaster - oh, this is bad. //  that's so sad alexa play this playlist

a witch in the woods - in the throat of the forest, whispered chants and incantations. it’s the voice of the survivors, the ones that escaped the pyre. hush now and dream.

till the end of the world and back - it’s ride or die. the cavalry's here and it's here to stay. 

italian oldies - italian culture. every italian i've ever met knows every single one of these by heart somehow.

:))))))) - am i happy? am i on the edge of a mental breakdown? have i gone completly insane? gee golly! who knows

stars, who am i? - did someone say existential crisis?

personal hyperuranium - my happy, serene place. when everything is too much close your eyes and listen to this. 

young punks, get off my lawn - wreaking havoc with ur gang  / girl gang.

self torment - me @ myself: why r u like this

razzle dazzle jazzle - you like jazz? 

knightess in a shining armor - heroines with swords, here’s to you

playlists inspired by stuff!

songs to be a flamboyant asshole to - swag walk. i blame anthony jantony crowley for this. 

the mad prophet - loosely inspired by friedrich nietzsche’s theories

the star traveller - laugh hard, run fast, be kind // inspired by the thirteenth doctor

getting to it, that's not the hard part. it's letting go. - i left my heart, 3 friends, and 37 gold bars in the sierra madre // inspired by Fallout New Vegas - Dead Money

pew-pew // (i'm three ounces of whoop-ass) - "Another female operative broke into my house and attacked me." "What did she want?"  "Dinner." | a killing eve playlist

les mis, les amis - those brave fellows. honestly, squad goals.

prince(ss) of verona - inspired by a theatrical performance of Romeo and Juliet, in which the prince of verona was. well. she was powerful.

can't stop, won't stop - healing boost of healthy, uplifting electro music comin your way! ispired by Overwatch’s Lúcio Correia dos Santos 

chloe eliz4bet2 price m0od - hella punk but also hella sad // inspired by chloe price, from life is strange

rachel amber mood - hey i've just met you and this is crazy but heres my number so let's burn down a forest maybe // inspired by rachel amber, from life is strange

musical journeys!

a Comedy. | a musical journey. - someone falls from grace and gets thrown into the world. lands in a forest. confused, resolves to survive at any cost. killing, stealing, partying, fleeing, living. eventually, with time, discovers a gentler, happier way to live. they still throw the best parties. doing no harm, taking no shit.

calliope bae gimme a hand wouldn't ya: a musical journey - a tale of poets: young tragedies and cursed gods; laughs and fights; transcendental roadtrips and hellhounds; parties and their aftermath.

[cantankerouscatfish]

sometimes work involves, compiled from the last couple days bc brain melty:

- reading part of the wikipedia entry for ‘babka’ aloud bc the florists were talking about it and wanted to know the etymology. “they’re EATING GRANDMA??” no it is named bc it looks like floofy old lady skirts. knowledge! also florists are weird!

- florists singing: 🎵 on the bonnie bonnie banks of glaucoma~

- a topic that day was Scottish songs and besides that gem of a misheard lyric, one florist explained to another that one song about a ribbon and that “I see you won first prize” line. they play that on the radio sometimes which is wild.

- there was a boxwood tree in the cooler with a name on it but no order. an order is, like, the little folded stack of customer & recipient info &c that goes with each delivery item. florist remembered that there is a handwritten card that is supposed to go with this tree. we can reprint an order, but we need! to find! this card!!!  so we dropped everything to search for the order. we rifled through the holiday order boxes for next week in case it ended up in the wrong day. we checked the wrapped arrangements in case the order got stuck on a different tree. we checked the next-next week orders in case someone REALLY messed up. nothing.    then the other florist was like, “is it this order hanging on the board marked ‘tagged in cooler’? with a card on it?”  “why is it on the BOARD we’re not USING THE BOARD NOW it’s the HOLIDAYS!!!!!”   so everything’s fine now. 🎉

- one delivery driver loudly praising me for “dual-fisting staplers!” to make boxes. dual-wielding, man. wielding.

- another driver coming over to get coffee and asking if my silver hat was picking up radio stations. no. he was hearing my phone playing music lmao guys......

- oh but today was a skeleton crew just to sort of catch up on a few things, so I was able to hang out in the delivery bay to wrap stuff and blare my trash music and sing and dance along in peace yeehaw

- the floral shop manager brought in an absolutely massive flatscreen TV for to watch The Sportsball Game. she is the type to yell “go go GOOO” at the screen. can hear her from anywhere. endless amusement.

[wanderingnork]

RIGHT. I’ve been digging through DAI stories on AO3, hunting down some “hidden gems.” All of these fics are under 1000 hits--all but four are under 500 hits. Ultra-rarepairs, polyamorous groups, and gen fics all abound. They’re delightful and deserve more attention.

The full list is under a cut, it’s pretty long.

a letter from home:

T, No Archive Warnings, Gen

Author’s summary: When Meraad finds this delivery in the mailroom at Haven, it's like a warm blanket has been thrown around his shoulders.

Recommended for Adaar family feelings and general softness. I notice that a lot of Inquisitors (mine included) tend to lose contact with their families--it’s really lovely to see one who gets care packages from home.

amata:

T, No Archive Warnings, Krem/F!Lavellan

Author’s summary: Here is how Krem breaks the myth and shatters the legend to reveal the simple truth of the Inquisitor underneath it all. He falls in love with her. He falls so irrevocably in love with her that he manages to see beyond the gilt and the glory, and he sees the truth of the woman that is Lavellan. More importantly, he sees her heart, and then, he sees how she hands her heart to him without hesitation, without fear, and asks only for such a simple thing like his love in return. And Krem does. 

Recommended for a wonderful Lavellan, one of the best portrayals of Krem I’ve ever found, and a really, really lovely romance.

Bring On The Driving Rain:

G, No Archive Warnings, Lace Harding/Iron Bull

Author’s summary: Two people are a lot less conspicuous than a squadron of foot soldiers traipsing around when it comes time for a rescue mission. Yes, Lace would probably feel better marching into unknown, unfriendly, likely hostile terrain, with thirty men, but if she could only pick one partner to bring along, at least it's The Iron Bull, the toughest so-and-so in the Inquisition. 

I ADORE ultra-rare pairings and this hits all my buttons. They feel wonderfully in-character, the banter is funny and full of genuine feelings, and frankly everything to do with sexy Divine Rosamund had me in stitches.

Cadash Stories:

Series, ratings and warnings by story, M!Cadash/Dorian

Author’s summary: Stories about Inquisitor Fionn Cadash, a tender cowboy in love with Dorian Pavus! Yeehaw, salroka!

Cadashes don’t get enough love in the fandom. Fionn is a wonderful antidote to that lack! He’s so well-rounded and interesting, and his relationship to Dorian is just...perfect. “Ave Cesaria,” in particular, is beautifully written. I’d read novels about these two.

Entangled:

M, No Archive Warnings, Josephine/Solas

Author’s summary: Enraptured by her blossoming relationship, Josephine cannot concentrate on her work. Her mind is distracted by thoughts of him, Leliana's suspicions are raised, the Inquisitor and Cullen only have eyes for each other, and something must be done with the offending couch in her office. What is she to do?

Funny, sweet, and a great look into Josephine’s romantic mind. They make a lovely couple! The author has written a few other stories for the same pairing, but I’ve yet to read them. Sometimes I found Solas a touch ooc, but overall I absolutely didn’t mind. Highly recommended, especially if you like seeing Josephine very happy.

Holding Back the Sky:

T, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Gen

Author’s summary: Tarasyl'an Te'las was a remarkable place. Remarkable things might happen there. 

The story of a living, sentient fortress, a refuge for those in need through the ages. I love sentient Skyhold in all forms, but this one...she’s absolutely my favorite so far.

Out of the Way:

T, No Archive Warnings, Other

Author’s summary: Years after the veil falls, Solas seeks out an old friend.It doesn't go the way he hopes it would.

Of course a Solas/Adaar would end up on this list, right? Kevra is amazing, and also nonbinary, and also very done with Solas doing impressively awful things. It’s not a fic with a happy ending, but if you’re interested in a take on what the world might look like after the Veil comes down, this is a great one.

Poor Planning:

T, No Archive Warnings, Gen

Author’s summary: The Inquisitor's companions bicker about their poor planning when she falls in battle.

Short, sweet, funny team banter. Bite-sized at 357 words, and featuring at least one line from every companion.

roommate au:

Series, ratings and warnings by story, F!Cadash/Iron Bull/Solas

Author’s summary (no series summary, so from the first fic): Solas needs a roommate, Bull needs a place to stay and Cadash is the helpful dwarf-next-door who sets the whole thing up.

A pair of modern AU stories focusing on the trio getting together. Features a wonderfully-written Deaf Solas, modern-with-magic setting, and a perfectly chaotic Oliv Cadash. I’m subscribed to the series in the hope that (even though the last fic was posted in 2015) we might someday be graced with another story about these three.

[snusbandxknifewife]

Cardan, Jude and Oak go to whatch some movie. Cardan is really enjoying it so somehow one kid sees his tail and wants to catch it. (I am not sure how things works, if people can have "sight"or maybe he can accidentely forget to glamour it because it is usualy hidden under trousers...)

Ok so I think I did a good job working around the whole “mortals can’t see through glamours” thing. I did this as a HC, I think it’s super cute, I loved this idea lol. Hope you like!

~~~~~

Halloween Shenanigans

•Ok so it’s the day before Halloween

•A Friday night, to be specific

•And Oak has BEGGED Cardan and Jude to come to the mortal world with him to watch scary movies

•Jude finally gave in

•Only because she wanted to see Cardan amazed by “mortal magic”

•So the three of them load into Vivi’s car and Jude drives them to the local drive-in theater

•Where a special Halloween event is going on

•Everyone is in costumes, the drive-in is gonna be playing old black-and-white horror movies

•Jude is dressed as Dorothy

•(She has magic red ruby (yes, real ruby) shoes (gifted by Cardan) that glimmer brighter than normal gems)

•Oak is dressed as the Scarecrow

•(He did his own makeup and made his own costume, he’s very proud)

•(Vivi was supposed to be the Tin Man, but she decided to stay home with Heather (Hubba Hubba))

•Cardan

•Cardan with the lion’s tail

•Is dressed as the Cowardly Lion

•So he doesn’t have to hide his tail (score)

•So they show up at the drive-in and get their spot

•They set up their picnic blanket and set out Vivi’s old boom box, turning it to the correct station so they’ll be able to hear the movies

•The lineup: Frankenstein (1931), Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954), and Night of the Living Dead (1968)

•Jude can’t fucking wait, she loves horror movies

•Cardan can’t fucking wait, he’s fascinated by mortal stuff

•(And Jude mentioned that it’s common for couples to cuddle out of fear when watching scary movies)

•(“H E L L Y E A H B A B E Y” -Cardan)

•Oak can’t fucking wait, the drive-in has the BEST popcorn A N D junior mints

•(He’d fucking die for junior mints)

•(Ok not actually, but he really likes them)

•So they’re all settled in, looking fucking adorable in their costumes, chillin with the food Jude’s bought

•They make it through Frankenstein with Jude only having to explain 90% of the movie, since Cardan misses it because he’s asking her questions about movie making, the movie industry, and the original Frankenstein book

•Jude finally promises to buy him the book

•(She also makes the mistake of talking about how Mary Shelley lost her virginity on her mother’s grave)

•(Cardan is partially grossed out, mostly fascinated, and DEFINITELY wagging his eyebrows at his wife (over the head of Oak, who never notices))

•In the intermission between the first and second movies, Oak notices a family sitting in the row in front of them

•It’s his classmate, Owen, and all of his family!

•(Owen is dressed as Scream, his costume has a hand pump that makes the mask bleed, he’s very proud)

•Oak watches the whole second movie with Owen and his family

•Leaving Jude and Cardan alone (Hubba Hubba)

•They make it through the second movie with Jude explaining exactly 0% of it

•Because God knows she wasn’t paying attention either

•The second intermission comes around

•Here comes Oak, Owen and Owen’s 4yo little brother (William)

•The kids completely miss the hickeys all over Jude and Cardan’s necks

•Oak wants them to stay with Jude and Cardan for the last movie

•(He’s trying time flex that his adults are cooler)

•(Owen and Will’s parents wouldn’t buy them snacks, Oak knee Jude and Cardan would set them tf up)

•”Juuuuuude, can we get more popcorn and candy?”

•Jude (still a little distracted, heyooo) “sure thing Acorn, go with Cardan”

•(That was her mistake, but, again, can we blame her? Sis wasn’t Thinking StraightTM)

•Cardan, being a good husband and uncle, stands up

•And the 4yo LOSES HIS MIND

•Because seeing an adult dressed in a lion costume is normal

•But when the lion costume includes a MOVING TAIL???

•H O L Y S H I T

•(Cardan had thought he was safe, he didn’t know mortals hadn’t figured out a way to make costume tails move like real ones)

•(So he’d been relaxing, moving his tail like usual)

•(Hence why Will saw it)

•”He’s got a tail!”

•It’s the only warning Cardan gets before the small child grabs a hold of his tail with both fists and PULLS

•Cardan fucking whimpers

•Jude sees red

•Oak has a brain

•”Don’t pull like that, Will, it’s part of his costume! It wouldn’t be nice to rip Uncle Cardan’s costume,” he scolds like a babysitter.

•Will lets go with one hand, but he keeps ahold with the other and throws his hands down, stomping one foot

•(Owen always says he’s a total spoiled brat)

•(The type of kid who forces your mom to make you let him open your birthday gifts with you on your birthday and then gets mad when he can’t keep them)

•”You need to let go of his tail. It’s very delicate and would be expensive to fix if you broke it,” Jude finally calms down enough to speak without punting the small child into next Tuesday

•(Cardan’s ready to cry at the idea of a broken tail)

•Will looks completely cowed

•(Because it’s one thing to get in trouble with an older kid, and a completely different thing to get in trouble with An AdultTM like Jude)

•He lets go of Cardan’s tail and his bottom lip starts quivering, tears begin to stream down his face and he sniffles

•Jude can’t find it in herself to feel sorry

•(Because how fucking DARE you hurt her husband)

•But Cardan,

•Cardan is fae

•And the fae have a different relationship with children

•To faeries, children are unbelievably precious, because they are so rare

•And so to see a child upset makes him uncomfortable

•Especially when he thinks it’s his fault

•So he crouches down by Will

•”Hey,” he says, and Will stops his sniffling

•Cardan lets his tail quirk up into the little boy’s line of sight, smiling as the child focuses on it once more

•”You can play with it if you’re very, very gentle,” he offers. “Just don’t pull or scratch. Like Mrs. Jude said, it’s very delicate.”

•So Will cautiously goes to reach for it

•And Cardan yanks it back just before he can grab ahold

•Will almost starts to cry again

•But he sees the smile on Cardan’s face and realizes it’s just a game

•So he grins and begins to chase around Cardan, reaching for his tail and celebrating when he catches it

•Before letting it go and beginning again

•Cardan takes the kids to the snack bar

•And buys entirely too much

•(While Will continues to try and catch his tail)

•They settle in to watch the third movie

•The older boys have essentially forgotten about the whole incident because a) zombies and b) food

•Cardan is completely ignoring the movie because he’s focusing on entertaining Will

•Will keeps playing with Cardan’s tail until he eventually gets bored and goes back to his parents

•Jude, who has finally gotten past her natural “kill everything that even breathes in the direction of my husband” instincts, spent the whole time watching Cardan out of the corner of her eye

•Watching how he grins

•How easily he plays with the little boy

•How well he calmed the child down

•How good he’ll be as a father

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Yeehaw have some Halloween fluff in July lmao 😂

Tag list: @cardan-greenbriar-tcp @hizqueen4life @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 @thewickedkings @aelin-queen-of-terrasen @cheekycheekycheeks @queen-of-glass @b00kworm @doingmyrainbow @andromeddea @jurdanhell @thesirenwashere @sweetlyvillainous @clouds-and-peonies

[talesfromlissom]

okami!hanzo... where his s/o... pet his fluffy wolves and do not pay attention to hanzo.. 😔 damn... sad day for hanzo.. wrong! hanzo eats out his s/o and demands their attention!☺️☺️ very sfw *wink wink, nudge nudge* 😳

!A/N! Lol, so basically I kinda switched everything in this ask :o. All my readers use he/him pronouns, (unless it's Tracer that’s the only time I’ll write a reader that uses she/her pronouns). And my readers are HARD TOPS SO UH YEAH YEEHAW

Basic Info:

 » You live in a small hut outside of the village, you mainly own lots of farm animals, and spend most of your time gardening

 » You’re a sorcerer, so you’re very in tune with nature and such, as well as emotions, not just your own 

 » Animals love you

(okay that’s it lol)

                                                 ──•~❉+❉~•──

Rules

Overwatch Masterlist 

Ninjago Masterlist

The Arcana Masterlist (WIP)

Ask Box (Requests are CLOSED!)

!WARNING! NSFW contents ahead!

Patting the two wolves who were currently lounged in your lap was one of the most peaceful things you had done today. 

Most of it had been chaotic, first of all, the Okami you had been romantically involved with had come stumbling into your grounds all bloody, and an arrow sticking out of his side.

Second of all, he was being chased by hunters, which you easily fought off. 

And third of all, he was acting like a huge brat because you weren’t paying ‘enough attention to him’. 

You hear the door swing open, and aren’t surprised to see white fill the corner of your eyes. 

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” You ask, scratching the back of Tomo’s ears. 

Hanzo huffs. “I’m fine.”

“You had an arrow lodged through your side.” 

“So?”

You sigh, counting to pet the wolves. Hanzo huffs again. 

You don’t reply this time, but chuckle as he blows against your ear.

“Go to bed Han, you’re overworking yourself.”

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You pet the wolves even more, but feel his arms wrap around your waist. 

You raise an eyebrow and look at him for a moment, but don’t say anything otherwise.

“Are you going to fall asleep on me again?” You ask, and he places his face on your shoulder, muttering something into it. 

Again you don’t reply. 

His hands venture lower, that’s when you stop petting the wolves. 

“Han, you’re injured.”

“It’s almost finished healing.” He mutters into your shoulder. 

You shake your head. “It may heal quickly, but it will take a lot of your strength,” You reply. “Healing magic uses more stamina than any kind of magic. You and I both know that.”

You grin. 

“Oh, so that’s why you're so needy?” You chuckle, as huffs. 

“I’ve missed you,” He pauses. “Dearly.”

Your hand finds its way to intertwine into his long white hair. “Have you now?”

“Yes, the minute I leave your forest...I find myself longing for you.” 

“Then why do you leave?” You ask. “If you miss me that much.”

Hanzo frowns. “You know why I must leave.”

You shake your head, pulling your hand from his hair and back to the wolves. One of them rolled onto her belly, and you pet it with pride. 

He whines. 

“No.” 

Hanzo nuzzles your neck.

“No. You need rest, Han. You know damn well what happens when we fuck, you literally can’t walk for two days straight.”

“That’s because you don’t know when to stop.”

“Doesn’t help that having you underneath me making all those noises is the most intoxicating thing.” 

You can feel his grin spread across his lips when his hands are on your waist again. 

You lean your head onto his shoulder, mouthing at his neck. 

“You’re trying to rile me up, aren’t you?” 

Hanzo says nothing.

“Or are you jealous that I’m paying more attention to Kenji and Tomo than you?” 

A whine. 

“Aw, you poor thing.” You preen at him. “We should fix that, shouldn’t we?” 

You practically feel the excitement that goes through him, it doesn't help that you’re soul bound to each other, forever ‘doomed’ to feel what the other feels when their emotions are at their strongest. 

You spin around, his hands rising from your waist and onto your shoulders, as you place a hand on his lower back, he’s wearing a shit-eating grin, and it vaguely reminds you of Genji, but you don’t really want to think about Genji while you’re fucking his brother. 

You chuckle. 

“Don’t you have to meet with Genji tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“If he finds any marks he’ll kill us both.” 

“No, he’ll kill you, and lock me in a tower for the rest of my life.” 

He tugs at your shirt, your onyx gem necklace falling onto Hanzo’s chest. 

You shake your head, as your hands drift down to his belt. 

“What are you doing?”

“You’re still injured,” You reply. “Not only that, but you have to meet your brother tomorrow, and I’d rather not suffer the wrath of a wolf god.”

“You’ve fought against more formidable foes, and come out victorious.”

“He’s your brother, Hon.” The belt falls to the sides of his body.

“That doesn’t mean you’re forbidden from fucking me properly.”

“I am if that means your brother has to find out you’ve been in bed with a witch.” You say as he kicks his boots off to god knows where inside of the small barn house. “And I’d like to keep my face the way it is, heard plenty of stories of gods who cursed witches to look like hags.”

“I would kill my brother again if that were the case.” He mutters as you put kitten licks on his inner thighs. 

“Is that so?” 

“Hn.” 

He hears a ‘moo’ behind him and looks up. 

“Your animals are watching us.” He says. 

You roll your eyes, and snap your fingers, with that the animals go about their business, turning the other direction entirely. 

“Is that better?”

“I would’ve preferred-”

“Nope, we’re doing this here, we’re in the middle of the woods, nobody can hear us.”

“Unless I was followed.”

“I highly doubt you were.” You say, taking off the linen underwear he wears. 

You grin at him. 

“Damn you really did miss me huh?” You mutter, dragging a finger up his slit. He shivers, and you bring the slick to your lips, making a damn show of it as well. 

He glares. “Get on with it.” He growls. 

You roll your eyes. “Patience, dear, patience.”

“That is the last thing,” He pauses as you pull him closer to you, and you lay down on the floor in front of him. “I want you to do.” 

“Then this won’t be very enjoyable, now will it?” You laugh, as a finger just lightly grazes his dick. 

He curses under his breath.

“You never just-”

Another graze, a tad bit harsher. 

He fidgets. 

“Hm?” 

This time, your thumb comes into this game, and you press down on his dick, hard. 

He flinches, as your thumb begins to rub it in a circular motion. 

He leans into it, and you don’t blame him either. 

Four months without seeing each other, and waking up with morning hood more than once, hell, you woke up with it more than once since you’ve met him. 

You hear his whimpers begin to get more frantic, his hands gripping the side of your face, beginning to place your hair between his fingers. His other hand pulls at the brown shirt he’s still wearing, his knuckles almost white.

Your fingers pull away, just as you think he’s getting too loud. He scoffs, as you just shake your head at him, grabbing his lower back and legs, before hoisting him up and carrying him. 

“Where are you taking me?”

“Table.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?” 

He smiles. “You know me so well.” 

“No, I just know how to treat a man properly.” You respond, placing him on the table. 

Normally, this bench was used to place items, like books, ingredients, food, but now it lays empty, as most of the animals have already been fed, and it's barely even time for supper.

The cows and goats have already been milked, and the chickens haven’t laid any eggs yet either. 

He falls onto the table so softly, and you roll your sleeves up, leaning down and placing both of your hands on his thighs, practically wrapping your arms around them like an eel. You know fairly well he’ll move a lot during this, you’d rather not get kicked in the face. 

The first lick makes him jump, as he isn’t looking at you anymore, but as his head on the bench and rolled to the side. As much as you would love to just pull your damn dick out, and make him kick and scream your name at the top of his lungs till the whole damn kingdom could hear, it could further infect the wound, and you didn’t want to particularly piss Hanzo off right now. It was so rare that he’d try to initiate this sort of thing, so you weren’t going to do something stupid to ruin it. 

The second lick to his slit has him keening, clearly eager. 

The third time he groans, muttering to get on with it, as his hand grips your hair. 

You shake your head and dive in now, and he arches his back, finally happy he gets what he wants. 

He’s shaking, clenching around your tongue, and you move your hand so your thumb can play with his cock yet again. 

He kicks and fidgets under your touch, panting rapidly, which soon turns to breathy, yet soft moans. 

Your tongue laps at his juices and the hand in your hair becomes tighter, just a smidge below painful. 

You would chuckle right now, tease him about how desperate he looks, but you know that you shouldn’t keep this up for long, you still have to get him to bed again after this. 

If you tease him it will just rile him up some more, and he won’t stop asking for more until you’re inside of him with something other than your tongue.

His grip becomes tighter, practically pulling your hair from your head.

He’s swearing-in a mixture of Japanese, English, and most likely celestial, as your lapping and circles become faster, and more pressure is applied. 

His breath becomes more rapid, his moans higher pitches, before he lifts off of the table, and both hands to grip the top of your head, practically screaming your name into your ears. 

He twitches, despite your tongue and hands still toying with him. 

After the adrenaline dies down, and the overstimulation hurts, you let go, hands grasping his inner thighs as he twitches you see a faint line of drool drip from the corner of his partially open mouth. 

He hums softly. 

“Satisfied?”

“Of course not.” He says, and you wonder how exactly he’s still able to muster such attitude in his voice. Then again, he’s practically a god, he could probably go on for days if given the reason too.

You usually last for about two hours compared to him. 

(You vaguely remember one time where he had this itch he couldn’t seem to get rid of, and he just rode you until you fell asleep that night. It was funny when you woke up in the morning, and you couldn’t feel your dick.). 

You sigh happily. 

“Aren’t you going to take care of that?” He asks, gesturing to your crotch.

You shake your head.

“Once you’ve rested, we can worry about that.”

You grab his clothing as he pulls it onto himself, you help him as well.

His belt is slung over your shoulder, and he climbs into your arms.

The door to the barn is shut with your leg, as you make your way to the small cabin. His forehead coming to rest on your shoulder, and before you even make inside the house, you hear his soft snores.