#best i can do are short snippets like this

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Late night thoughts time babiiiiiiiiiiii

Star Guardian Arcane AU where Vi and Cait actually killed Jinx in the ruins in episode 3. Vi had seen it, watched the shimmer drain from her eyes, she’d buried her, tried not to think about how she was the last of her family now.

And then she showed up, falling from the sky like a shooting star to fight off a void attack. Bright red hair, piercing yellow eyes, taller than her. She was so… so different, but that was her sister’s face. It was her laugh, and her smile, and all the little things that made up her sister in a much different package.

She was standing right in front of her, surrounded by what Vi could only assume were her friends, celebrating from saving the day.

Vi called out to her. She needed to know what changed, who were these people, how the hell she was even alive.

Jinx turned to her, no recognition in her eyes.

��Do I know you, fat hands?”

[stygiansauce]

🦃 morning / afternoon / evening!

Scarian is the classic <3 ive only written them once for a friend and it took me… months… got stuck on one scene and avoided it for ages (and then got into taurtis x grian but that’s another story)

Cub and Scar being brotherly and inseparable is soo <3333 everything to me. Have you read “closer to another shore”? Oh my god. Changed my life. And scar and Cub within that book… absolute peak. Devoured it twice over and once more on top of that. Very much recommend if you want to tear your own heart out and crush grian like a bug!

ooo! I'll have to give that one a lookie!

I have this whole scale AU for Scarian that I'll write one day. it's bound to be my hardst work yet (yeah including the historial research and mapping nightmare that is Dealing Despair), because Splinter is one of those fics you have to plan every single scene out to make it all come together in the end.

My goal with Splinter) whenever I get around to writing it, it is to have like a fraction of coolness Birrdie's as above, so below has?? It's still one of my favorite fics of all time and I strive to write an AU like that one day. Splinter isnt the same thing? it's like a past life kind of thing, but the part im trying to emulate from aasb is the "oh something is happening here...I am scared of it" vibe.

Eitherway, if you want a good Grian fic (with some Scarian) THATS the fic. This is the fic I give to all my friends new to the fandom/to fanfiction. I shove aasb and Dirges in the Dark at them because those are the two fanfics I want on my shelf YESTERDAY. Like physical copies. (I am working on that actually....)

OKAY I'VE YAPPED ENOUGH! Time to clock in for the writing shift today <3

[nogutsnogloria]

this is just snippets of a typical work day from jack and his favorite nurse. kind of a follow up to the story posted the other day but is also a stand alone :).

jack abbot x f!nurse reader

warning: 18+ (mdni) medical inaccuracies, swearing, suggestive moments, implied age gap (late 20s reader 50 year old jack), myrna if she needs her own warning, dummies in love, bad writing.

he sneaks up to you as you’re finally getting a minute to chart care plans at the end of your shift. “i need you” he says lowly in your ear.

you whip your head around, eyes darting to make sure no one else just heard what the attending suggestively said to you. “easy tiger, that’s not where this is going.” you roll your eyes leaning back into the chair you were sitting in and cross your arms raising an eyebrow letting him know to spit it out already.

“robby is down four nurses for the day shift, apparently a bunch of them went to some sort of bridal shower and got hit with food poisoning, scheduling has not been able to fill all the holes, plus everyone knows you can be five nurses at once somehow”

you nod and give him your sweetest smile, letting him know flattery is getting him somewhere, also knowing where this is going but not offering your help out of the hole just yet.

“im staying to help where i can so it doesn’t get too backed up, but you know im a mess without my best nurse by my side, especially while working a double”

even though you are enjoying this, you decide to put him out of his misery “alright fine! you don’t need to beg. i will also work the double to save everyone from messy dr. abbot. i have one condition though” you look up at him. “anything” he smiles down at you.

“i need like ten minutes to run to the cafe down the road, i don’t think i can make it on the break room sludge, i need espresso.” he can’t believe that’s the only bargaining chip you’ve put on the table. he would have given you the moon to say yes to this ask, you both are supposed to be getting off this pretty long shift together with two days off with each other where he was going to do anything and everything to you that he hadn’t had the time for on this long stretch of shifts.

“of course” he’s pulling out his wallet from his back pocket looking for his card to give you because he knows you’re not coming back with just a coffee for you. “keep your money old man, my treat.” you say as you get up.

“caramel coffee with six sugars?” you joke at him knowing the man hasn’t had anything but a black coffee since the time you were in kindergarten. “you know i already have all the sweetness i need” he calls back as you’re almost out the door. you give him a look over your shoulder and he’s swooning while taking a seat in the chair you just left.

you come back into the emergency room with your hands full. your latte, jack’s coffee, a tea for dana, and another coffee with cream for dr. robby, as well as two dozen various pastries from the bakery case at the cafe. you thought every poor soul that is having to show up to this unplanned disaster deserved something sweet to hopefully get the day started off above water. plus the adorable little old lady - mary running the cafe could sell ice to penguins if that’s the business she decided to get into.

you drop off the coffees at the nurses station and jack is poking around in the boxes of treats already. “hey - those are for the poor suckers that don’t know what they’re walking into this morning, we at least had a heads up it’s going to be short. plus i got us these” you say as you pull out a couple of breakfast sandwiches. “do you think i can bargain my ten minute break to a twenty and whisk you away for a quick, little breakfast” jack grins at you and gets up leading the way to his little spot that he shares with you (and robby) sometimes.

the sun is rising over top of the city while you and jack comfortably eat your breakfast and sip your coffees on the roof. the shared silence is the calm after a long night and before the storm of the day you are walking into together.

you let out a content sigh breaking the comfortable silence. grabbing the empty wrappers from breakfast to throw away he gives you a little light peck on the lips before he speaks in his low caring tone only saved for when he’s alone with you. “tired? we can probably get away with a little nap before the rush starts” he’s giving you the eye contact that makes the butterflies in your stomach go nuts somehow even after being together for almost two years now. “mmm not yet i think i can make it a little bit longer, just enjoying my bonus for working a double” he bites back a grin and adoringly shakes his head at you when the door to the roof is being opened and robby is heading towards you with his coffee in his hand.

“we’re about to be short enough as it is no titanic `you jump, i jump’ bullshit today” he jokes. “i will have you know we were having a moment up here not even thinking about jumping, but now that you found us we might change our minds” jack quips back. you give a little smile to robby and pat some powdered sugar off his hoodie as he joins you by the railing. you really love the friendship the two attending have with each other, they bring out the best in one another.

“you did an unbelievable job last night, barely any rooms holding boarders right now, i know you’re never going to share your secret on how you do that but im hoping if dana ever leaves me that you show her replacement how to work that magic” robby says to you as you were the charge nurse last night. jack stands up a little taller proud of you, knowing exactly what you’re about to say next. “just doing my job robby. what’s the plan for today?” you ask. “check in with dana, but im good if you want to just stick with dr. abbot’s cases most of the day. we have the full roster of residents and students, but obviously the nurses are short. i know you two have a dance that doesn’t need extra hands when it gets a bit dicey down there” you love that answer but make a mental note to check in with dana and to make sure everyone there gets a lunch break today.

“well i should probably check in with my charge nurse before shift. i will see you down there” you leave robby and jack on the roof knowing they won’t be too far behind. “i owe you, large, huge, big time” robby says to jack when he hears the door close. jack nods “you do, and i have some ideas.”

back downstairs you are greeted with a hug from dana. “have i ever told you that you’re an angel from above, walking around on earth? thank you for being here and for the tea kiddo” you giggle at the affection “anything for you, always - the sad boys seem in good spirits this morning just a heads up we might be in trouble there” you give her a little smirk. “do you need me anywhere special. robby told me to stick with jack but i can float anywhere you need” dana nods “im good with that, i will chase you down if i need you. sounds like you won’t be too hard to find, do you mind doing the morning inventory check though i need to wrangle the skeleton crew here” you grab the tablet and get right to it “not at all.”

a while later you and jack are assessing a stroke patient’s CT and labs sharing the tablet basically cheek to cheek. jack has just explained the risks of giving a tPA shot and is now getting ready to administer. your standing gloved up anticipating everything that he needs and what his next moves are. across at the nurses station, dr. santos, dr. mckay and javadi are watching in awe. “the whole private but not secret relationship is kinda sexy. i would read a trashy novel about this” santos pipes up. “javadi this is a good teaching moment for you to show you that nurses are probably the smartest ones here, they know procedures it takes us 8 years to learn, and also to find one that knows all your moves and make them your lover, or at least your best friend” mckay jokes with the sputtering student doctor. “damn straight” dana appears out of nowhere with a smile. “but that kind of soulmate you are all watching is one in a million, so just be nice to all the nurses” she winks.

you have a second so you head over to the nurses station. “have you had a break yet dana? i can handle sitting here and looking pretty while you go out for some fresh air and maybe a snack” you give her a look letting her know that you know exactly what she does with that so called fresh air. “throw in a bathroom break and im gone kid” you give her a smile and a wave as she squeezes both your shoulders on the way by. you take a look at the board ready to pick up the phone and sweet talk the other charge nurses upstairs into clearing up a few beds.

robby and jack are leaving the trauma room when they see that scene play out in-front of them there two working lifelines that they know the pitt would be so screwed without working together. “see how does she even do that? i can count on one hand the amount of times i have been able to get dana to take a real break before things get out of hand, that was a fifteen second conversation and she’s gone” jack is staring watching you work and he doesn’t even care “told you on her first day she was amazing” robby smiles at that memory of when he knew jack had fallen for you. “i better watch out or gloria is going to find a way to make her the chief of emergency medicine”

you feel a slight unnerving presence behind you and you’re almost too afraid to look at who’s there. your suspicion was correct when you hear myrna behind you “hey gorgeous, when are you going to quit this place and become a model. you’re way too pretty to be working here. i can get you in with my guy who takes the tasteful kind of naked pictures” you give dr. collins a look knowing she’s had this exact cat call from the frequent flyer. “myrna we’ve been over this! i can’t have my picture out there im hiding from the fbi and need to lay low” you see a message pop up on your computer from the hospitals instant messaging system it’s from jack “well maybe hear her out there - what kind of tasteful pictures does this guy take?” you look up and squint your eyes at him typing out a message back with a smirk “don’t be a weirdo on the hospital cloud❤️”

it was now 6:30 and you and jack have almost been at the hospital for twenty-four hours. you are typing away on a computer helping some of the other nurses catch up on charting when you feel a little tug at your ponytail. “we have been released and ordered to go home” you lean back slightly letting the back of your head rest against his chest as he stands behind the chair you’re sitting in and take a deep breath. the exhaustion coming now that you have been given permission to feel it. he runs his hands from the top of your shoulders down your arms and spins the chair you are sitting in so he can drag you up. you both grab your things and lean on eachother as you escape out the back door. jack has his arm over your shoulder carrying your bag in his other hand as he kisses the side of your head.

“i was thinking of ordering from that greek place tonight?” he says as he opens his trucks passenger door for you to get in. “warm meal, warm shower, warm bed that’s what i was thinking the night could look like” you grab his hand as he pulls out of the parking lot. “sounds perfect to me.” jack glances over to you at the red light “you are perfect to me.”

[v1sexual]

dive | vi, arcane

drummer & hockey player! vi x reader

based on this request

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, loser lesbians, and author having no hockey knowledge

preface: a quick little blurb (its actually not quick and little) on how you and vi met.

note: okay omg i loved this idea sm thank u anon for this request! i do apologize if this is ass LMAO like all of my fics this was written at around 3am-7am 😔 anyways, should i make this into like a little series or smth also could not think of a title but i was listening to “dive” by ed sheeran while writing this so here we are.

you first met drummer and hockey player vi! during a year-end party on your freshman year of college. it was at a pub called “the last drop” that the student’s from zaun university claimed as theirs. hosting parties, celebrations, wins, and every little victory that they had during the school year at the said pub.

the last dropped was packed. a sea of sweaty bodies, filled every nook and cranny of the place.

you were getting antsy, tucked away in the corner of the booth you and your friends were sitting. as the night dragged on, one by one your friends left the table. some went to go get drinks, some went to socialize, and some went to go dance.

taking that as a sign to leave, you fished your phone from the back pocket of your jeans to text the group chat that you were heading home. but then the loud music stopped, and someone spoke into a mic.

you looked up from your phone, your gaze snapping to the massive stage at the other side of the dance floor. powder, another freshman whom you knew from one of your classes, spoke into the mic. she introduced their band, arcane, and that’s when you saw her.

dark pink hair cut short, she was rocking a black tank top showing her arms as the muscle flexed as she gripped her drumsticks.

“— and lastly we have my older sister vi playing the drums! you probably already knew her she’s pretty popular with the ladies, AND she’s single! but she’s pretty fucking gay though sorry boys.”

you zoned out after that, watching as the band started to play their rendition of a popular song that you couldn’t care less about. the sea of people blended in the background, you kept your eyes on vi watching her every movement in awe. the way she played kept you captivated you swore you could feel every beat of her drums, and then her eyes meets yours.

then she winked at you, her lips stretching into a smile as your heart stuttered against your chest. just as you were about to smile back your best-friend crashed next to you, her body slumping down against your side as she begged you to take her home. sighing, you obliged. you walked out the door supporting your friend’s body weight as much as you can and never looked back.

˚⁎⁺˳ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ

weeks have passed and you’re back home, you still think about her though. you think about her a lot. you followed arcane’s official instagram account but never followed the members officially, except for powder of course since you two exchanged accounts when paired up for a project.

having nothing better to do, you decided to stalk the band’s instagram. watching reels of them doing song covers, playing pranks on each other, snippets of their original songs, etc.

just as you were about to doze off your door slammed open.

“(name)!!” your five year old sister, andie, shouts. “can you pleaseeee take me to hockey camp?”

you laughed, taking in the younger girl’s appearance. she was wearing full-on hockey gear, her hair in two braid, and she was clutching a duffel bag twice her size in one hand while the other held a hockey stick (that was seconds away from slipping and falling).

you stood up, taking the duffel bag from her, “i thought mom was taking you.”

“she was but i wanted you to go with me,” she shrugged and used her free hand to hold yours. “please?”

you swore your heart melted on sight. you loved your younger sister more than everything in the world, she’s got you wrapped around her little finger from the moment she was born. at first your parents were actually worried at the fifteen year age gap that you and andie had, but fortunately they were worried for nothing when you and your sister became attached to the hip.

“let me know how it goes okay?” your mom says as she kissed the two of you goodbye.

the drive to the rink was fast, only fifteen minutes. it honestly would have been only ten but andie pleaded for you to stop by your favorite café for a pastry and some strawberry lemonade, she was all pouty and batting her eyelashes so who were you to say no. when you arrived, you carried her duffel bag and hockey stick as she held on to the almost empty cup of strawberry lemonade.

andie led you to the locker rooms when she met up with her friends, they were such a cute bunch and you couldn’t help but snap a picture to send to your mom.

“can you help me put my skates on please?” andie asks, her small fingers tugging on your sweatshirt.

“of course you little gremlin,” you grinned and picked her up, setting her down on one of the benches. when you finished, andie hopped down the bench and waddled as she grabbed her hockey stick.

before you let her walk off, you grabbed her helmet and secured it onto her head. she thanked you with a hug then proceeds to hold your hand, dragging you out the locker room and into the rink.

“can you come with me (name)? im really nervous,” she whispered.

you nodded. “of course i will bub, plus i have to talk to your coaches.” andie cheers and hugs your leg as the two of you walked to the rink.

the rink was smaller than you remembered, you swore that it was at least two times bigger two years ago during your last figure skating competition. a smile forms on your lips as old memories began to resurface, if only you didn’t injure yourself then you would have probably still be skating.

“(name)! oh my god what’re you doing here?”

powder’s familiar voice brings you back to the present as she stood up from one of the seats.

“hey pow,” you greeted as she pulled you in for a hug. andie looks away shyly, her small frame hugged your leg as she hid behind you.

“aww, who’s this?” powder asked as she crouched down to andie’s height. your sister peeked at her then buries her face on your leg.

“this is andie, my younger sister.” you said. “say hi to powder ands.” andie detaches herself from your leg and whispered a small “hey”, before running off (more like waddling) when one of her friends called out to her.

you watched as your sister and her friend goes inside the rink with the help of one of her teammate’s parents. once she’s happily skating across the rink, you turned back to powder who dragged you to one of the seats.

the two of you engaged in small talk, asking how each other’s summer were going, the band, etc.

“so,” you started. “why are you here?”

“my sister vi is here! she’s helping coach the kids as a summer job.”

you short-circuited then turned your head to the side of the rink were the coaches are, then lo and behold there she is. violet lanes. she wore a black long sleeve compression shirt, white breezers, and her hair was in a low-bun. she held a clipboard, occasionally writing on it as she talked to the huddle of parents surrounding her.

while you were busy staring at vi, you don’t notice powder as her lips turn up into a shit-eating grin clearly noticing that you’re focus was on something else entirely.

“you should talk to her,” she says casually pulling you away from your thoughts.

“uhm what? no? why would i?” you rambled.

powder laughs at you, clearly entertained as you mutter under your breath. “well for starters she’ll need to talk you about practice schedules, you or your parent’s contact info,”

you let out a small “oh” before sinking back into your chair, holding your head in your hands embarrassed. this only makes powder laugh harder, the blue haired girl clutching her stomach and wiping away an invisible tear.

“oh god you have a crush on my sister!” she exclaims, you only groaned in response.

powder teases you for a good couple of minutes before settling down next to you.

“you know,” she starts. “you’re gonna have to actually talk to her right?”

“yeah i know,” you nodded.

powder hums. “want me to go with you? i can introduce you first, help break the ice?”

“huh, that’s actually not a bad idea.” you tell her. she then stands and pulled you up with her, powder link her arm with yours as she lead you to where vi was.

violet lets out a sigh of relief as the last parent walks off, practice hasn’t even started yet and she was already this tired from just talking to a whole crowd of anxious parents. she checks her clipboard again, eyes flicking through the names of the kids she’ll be coaching today.

“heyyy,” she heard powder call out. vi chose to ignore her sister and continued to check her clipboard, she then stumbles upon a name.

andie (last name).

vi knew that the kid was here, one of the other parent’s mentioned how sweet andie’s older sister was for always showing up to her extracurriculars especially when she was away for university and how she’d always drive the kid around no matter what.

“yo vi?” powder says but this time vi’s younger sister flicks the clipboard she held.

she groans, annoyed at her sister’s antics. “can you not? im busy pow, there’s this kid and i haven’t talked to her guardian yet and i can’t start without—“ your eyes meet and vi stopped talking, from that moment forward she knew she was a goner. she knew you, not personally of course, but she remembered that night from a couple of weeks ago when she first saw you at the last drop.

from the moment you entered her father’s pub, vi could not take her eyes off of you. she debated on wether or not to approach you but her nerves got the best of her so she stayed glued to her seat, pretending to listen to whatever her sister was saying.

“she doesn’t bite you know,” powder said pointing to your direction. “we were paired up for a project and she’s literally the sweetest person to ever exist, talk to her.”

“i don’t know,” vi shrugs and looked at her half empty glass, suddenly finding the half drunken liquor interesting. powder rolls her eyes and decided to talk to their other bandmates, leaving vi alone with her thoughts.

vi downs the rest of her liquor and decided to talk to you, but just as she was about to walk to where you were seated powder grabs her arm. “it’s showtime.” her sister says and violet tries her hardest not to pout as they walked backstage. she drowns the noise out as powder began talking into the mic, to introduce the band. during the time that they were playing she mostly kept her eyes closed or just looking at her drum set, focusing on hitting the right beats.

but then she looked at the crowd, eyes scanning the crowd for you. she wondered if you went home already or if you’ve left with someone or if you’re watching them perform, watching her perform. when vi finally spots you she felt her heart stutter when she found that you were already looking at her, then she winked at you. with a new found energy she played harder, eyes never leaving yours until she saw your friend (who was also powder’s friend) throw herself against you probably drunk out of her mind. vi didn’t take her eyes off you even when you helped steady your friend as the two of you attempted to leave the last drop.

vi thought about that night a lot, she wished she wasn’t such a pussy and approached you. but now you’re here, standing in front of her arms linked with her sister’s. vi opened her mouth and closed it, she didn’t know what to say.

“oh brother,” powder murmured under her breath. “vi this is (name), andie’s older sister.”

“huh?” vi responds which made powder roll her eyes for the millionth time.

“christ on a cracker, remember the kid whose guardian hasn’t talk to you yet? the one you were ranting about two minutes ago? well this is her. (name)’s her older sister and her guardian.”

vi let’s out a small “oh” which made you laugh a bit. “shit im sorry,” she tells you. “i’m just a bit distracted— nervous, i haven’t coached before.”

“oh don’t worry about it,” you smiled. “i’d be nervous too, kids are terrifying.”

as you and vi engaged in small talk, powder took that as a sign and quietly slipped away. she walked towards the side of the rink where ekko was rounding the kids up, she tapped on the glass and pointed to where you and vi were. ekko followed the direction where powder was pointing, he sent her a knowing smile and laughed.

“i didn’t know you play hockey?” you tell her, vi’s eyebrow twitched in amusement. “yeah im actually team captain of our uni’s hockey team.”

you looked at her, surprise and awe evident on your eyes. holy shit not only is she hot, ripped, tattooed, and a drummer, but she’s also the ding dang captain of your university’s hockey team? if you didn’t know you were gay you’d definitely know now.

“guess i’ll have to watch one of your games,” you shrugged. vi grins at you and nodded “guess you should.”

as the two of you talked the more comfortable you became with vi, “how do you manage that though? hockey, school, and the band?” you asked her to which she replied with a shrug.

“i don’t know either,”

you hummed in response as she glanced at her clipboard again. vi cleared her throat and began to discuss your sister’s practice schedule, safety concerns, gear, etc. you happily listened, nodding along and taking mental notes of important stuff you need to let your mom know when you get home.

vi finally looked up from her clipboard and smiled, “so yeah that’s pretty much it.” you replied with a nod.”

“will you be staying?” she asks you. “i mean uhm, are you going to wait for your sister?”

“yeah, im pretty much her chaperone so…” you replied with a smile, your gaze finding andie’s. your little sister waived at you, smiling from ear to ear as you waived back.

if vi wasn’t already smitten with you she definitely would be now as she watched the small exchange between you and your sister. vi has always been a family oriented person, she and her family were close (especially her and powder), and knowing that you were pretty much the same? you just got promoted from being a small crush to her literal ideal woman.

“so does that mean you’ll be dropping her off every practice?” she asks excitedly, which made you chuckle in response. “yeah,” you nodded. “our parents are pretty much swamped with work and my shifts are usually in the mornings sooo, yeah. i’ll be dropping her off and picking her up from practice.”

vi nodded, trying to act as normal as she can when in reality she’s mentally cheering. just as she was about to say something, ekko called out for her. and just like that vi remembered that she was actually supposed to be coaching and teaching the kids hockey.

“i need to help ekko out,” she says. “but uh— can i grab your number?”

“is this you shooting your shot at me or?” you joked. you swore vi’s cheeks became the same hue as her hair, she playfully rolled her eyes at you.

she huffed, “it’s for your sister’s contact information you dummy.”

“sure,” you replied, taking her pen and writing your number down next to your sister’s name in her clipboard.

vi smiles at you and began to head towards the rink, but just before she skated towards ekko and the kids she called out to you. “i lied, that was just me shooting your shot.”

you smiled at her, cheeks heating up. you watched as vi effortlessly skated, her posture and aura changing. watching her demonstrate how to play (with ekko’s help), sent butterflies to your stomach.

oh boy, you can’t wait to actually get to see her play.

note: this is literal ass im so sorry😔 i still hoped ya’ll enjoyed it though.

[friday411]

You do NOT want to miss this!! The Secret of Sherlock Holmes

Podcast going *in depth* on the Jeremy Brett / Edward Hardwicke stage play!!! 🎉

They've cleaned up the audio you may have heard before (on YouTube )

They describe the visuals that have been lost to time from crew interviews

They've included snippets of the crew telling backstage stories!

It was practically like being there!!

I know because I was lucky enough to actually see the play.

Part II is just commentary and is linked from this one

UPDATE: @ninasnakie asked if this was AI. I'm not sure if that means the whole play, but the the short answer is that if it was faked, it would have had better sound.

The recordings of the play (the best of which is on YouTube) were made by fans who snuck in their tape recorders, and the sound quality is pretty terrible.

So the podcaster (a reputable pro with a fantastic podcast - The Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes Podcast) used multiple copies to combine and cleaned it up manually and mentions in the second part that he did use AI to help clean it up, so you can make out what they're saying, and they have a really good discussion about that.

They didn't include all of the play audio, just key / most scenes and used crew interviews and descriptions / summaries in between. Even some of the key scenes are extremely difficult to hear even at maximum volume. I'm sure that a lot was completely useless.

I hope this helps!

[raekensluver]

short snippets for all the ukyt boys

favourite position?

favourite body part?

masterlist | main masterlist

i answered the first one already! you can find it here!

contains: fluff + suggestive content

arthur frederick x fem!reader, chris dixon x fem!reader, george clarke x fem!reader, harry lewis x fem!reader

arthur frederick

of you: your eyes. he swears they say everything, even when you’re quiet.

“you do this twitch in your eye when you’re nervous. it’s stupidly cute.”

of himself: his abs. but only because you once traced them with your finger and went red.

“don’t act like you weren’t staring at them for ten minutes yesterday.”

chris dixon

of you: your thighs. he's unapologetically obsessed. he loves having his head between them or your legs over his lap.

“not my fault they’re perfect. you’re the one who made me a thigh guy.”

of himself: his back. partly because you always hug him from behind, partly because you called it “criminally hot” once.

“reckon it’s the best view you get....besides my face, obviously.”

george clarke

of you: your neck. he’s obsessed. always pressing soft kisses there, brushing your hair aside just to admire it.

“s’just my favorite spot. you always go quiet when i kiss you there.”

of himself: his arms. he likes how easily he can lift you, wrap you up, make you feel safe- and he knows it.

“you fit so easy in my arms, it’s almost unfair. like they were made for you or something.”

harry lewis

of you: your stomach. he loves resting his hand there, kissing it, especially after sex or cuddles.

“dunno why, it’s just soft. it’s you.”

of himself: his hands. because he knows exactly what they do to you.

“you’ve got this look you give me every time i touch you...don't think i haven’t clocked it.”

[revelboo]

HI HI HIII!

soooo I read your Drift, Rodimus and the Scavngers 18+ and it got me falling over heels.

I swear, some authors whom I asked and answered my asked are such goddamn talented people and it makes me wanna give em a chefs kiss

*Chef kiss to the 18+ I mentioned*

ANYWAYS

Could you possibly do another Scavngers 18+ or perhaps all the Lost Light crew members +18?

Sure! 18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

You have no idea how hard it was to not be a gremlin with Minimus

Minimus: Can we just interface normally tonight? Human: Nope, put on the Magnus armor and mass shift.

MTMTE Scenarios/ Snippets

Scavengers

• Optics brightening and head lazily lifting from where it’s resting on your belly, Fulcrum vents when you grin up at him, wearing his stolen goggles. “Little thief,” he says, shifting to crouch over you as your thigh slides against the outside of his. “You know what happens to thieves?” And you’re completely unrepentant, pushing his goggles up on top of your head to make your messy hair even wilder. Hand sliding over your hip, servos splayed on you to surf even higher up your body. Tracing curves and hollows to make you wiggle.

• “Jealous because they look better on me?” You tease as he moves over you, then his mouth finds yours. Reaching up you hook your arms around his neck and feel him nudge your thighs further apart. Glossa stealing inside as his spike brushes the inside of your thigh. Laughing when he tries to find you and slides against you instead to make him nip your bottom lip in a soft reprimand. Then the head of his spike is stretching you, your back arching on a moan.

• Groaning as he sinks deep, he rocks himself against you, smiling against your neck. And then groaning for a whole different reason when the door opens and Crankcase and Misfire come in, arguing and stop short. Because living on a cramped ship with four other mechs means having very little alone time. Or privacy. It’s not like they’ll leave if he asks, so he tries to ignore them. Hard to do when he’s mass displaced and they’re huge. Is this how you feel all the time?

• “You didn’t invite us? I’m hurt,” Misfire says, leaning his elbows on the berth you and Fulcrum are on and propping his chin on a hand. Apparently intending to watch Fulcrum frag you. Glaring at him upside down as Fulcrum’s thrusts falter slightly with the audience. The poor guy more embarrassed than you are. “Little tip, buddy, you need a little more leverage to hit that angle Tiny likes,” Misfire adds and you’re going to smack him first chance you get.

• Hears you hissing at Misfire to shut up as he tries to focus on you, the feel of you under him, wet and tight around his spike. Pretending it’s just you and him. “What kind of rhythm is that?” Crankcase growls and Fulcrum hides his face against your neck. “You should just let Tiny ride you if that’s the best you can do.”

• Glaring at both of them as they just grin at you completely unbothered, you cup Fulcrum’s face in your palms forcing his head up. “Don’t listen to them. Misfire only lasts one minute tops anyway,” you taunt just to watch the Seeker’s wings flick. Know he’s going to get revenge for that comment later, but right now you focus on Fulcrum. Rocking yourself under him. “I want you.” Helm bumping against your forehead, he begins moving again and you lift your hips to meet him. “That’s right. Right there.” Head falling back as he thrusts deep and by some miracle, the other two don’t make any more snide comments. Letting you focus on the feel of him moving against you.

Rung

• Smiling up at him as his servos feather through your hair, optics staring down at you as you kneel between his thighs, cheek on his leg. “Are you sure you want, I mean, you don’t have to,” he mumbles, looking almost embarrassed as he stumbles over his words. And you love that you can do this to him. Make the well spoken, calm bot struggle just to speak. In answer, you lean down to run the tip of your tongue against the mesh of his inner thigh seam and he shudders, servos fisting in your hair. But he stops protesting and finally frees his spike for you.

• “I know I don’t have to,” you whisper, lips ghosting against him, your breath warm on his spike. That wet tongue sliding along the seams around his spike, before your mouth glides along the underside of it. “I want to.” Little fingers tracing every ridge and node, following the pulse of his biolights. And those lovely eyes look up at him before you take the head into your mouth.

Tailgate and Cyclonus

• Servos curling into fists, hips lifting slightly, Cyclonus grits his denta as your mouth moves on his spike, tongue sliding against him as your head slowly bobs. Watches through hooded optics as Tailgate shifts behind you, hands on your hips. And you moan around his spike when Tailgate buries his own spike inside you. Knows Tailgate enjoys being bigger than you, hears the smaller bot groan as he rocks himself against you.

• Servos tightening on your hips as he ruts against you, he glances up at Cyclonus to find the other mech watching him, lips parted as you take your time with his spike. Suspects Cyclonus only tolerates you to indulge him, but the bigger mech is always willing to let you both sleep sprawled on top of him without any complaints, making Tailgate suspect he’s starting to soften towards you. Hips snapping against you, he watches Cyclonus grit his denta, head tipping back as he cups the back of your neck.

• Tongue sliding against the underside of Cyclonus’s spike as Tailgate’s thrusts become more urgent, shifting behind you so his next stroke sends you over the edge. And tailgate is driving deep and rocking himself against you in shallow thrusts before he’s releasing inside you. Your head lifts from Cyclonus’s spike on a moan when Tailgate slips free, hooking an arm around you to drag you with him when he sprawls on his back with you on top. Hear Cyclonus snarl as he shifts to cover both of you, spike finding you and driving deep. Trapped between them as Tailgate’s servos slide against you, his other hand grabbing onto Cyclonus’s arm as you hook an arm around the bigger mech’s neck as he moves inside you.

Rodimus

• “Stop, you’ve got to stop,” he groans, servos gripping the surface under you as he shudders. “Just give me a klik.” Legs hooked around his waist, you dig your heels into him, wiggling and grinning up at him as he shakily laughs. “You brat.” There’s no real heat in his words, though as he leans over you, mouth finding yours.

• Hands wandering on him, he tries to distract you with his mouth while he gets himself under control. Knows his plating is heating up and just needs a moment. Because you’re both literally playing with fire, risking his outlier ability flaring up. Something that can’t happen with you and he’s too embarrassed about his lack of control to admit what’s wrong. Mouth lazily moving on yours, he slowly rocks himself against you. Too scared to go fast and rough like he’d like.

Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus

• Mouth brushing the back of your neck, he interlaces his servos with your fingers as he moves against you. Listening to those little sounds you make as his spike strokes deep. And he doesn’t feel too small, dwarfed by everyone else like he normally is with you. Doesn’t have to be Magnus to matter. He’s enough.

• Breath hitching as he drapes himself against your back, hips rocking as his spike stretches you, you can feel when he vents against you. Too tired and relaxed to care much about chasing a climax, just enjoying the intimacy. When his frame strains, servos tightening on your hand as his mouth opens against your shoulder to muffle his groan as he releases inside you. How many times is this now?

[ataleofcrowns]

Hey! I love AToC and have been following its development for a few years now. But whenever a new chapter was released, and I sat down to read it, I often found it hard to carve out time to do so. So, it got me thinking - if it’s hard for me to read it consistently, how much more difficult must it be to write it consistently? It is admirable the act of writing this takes, And while I’m sure there are slower periods in the whole process, it’s inspirational how you dedicate time to writing. I write sometimes, definitely not a lot, and I want to dabble in a few short stories. So, how do you put in that time or really cultivate that habit of writing - especially when pesky "IRL logistics" get in the way? Are there any specific rituals or routines that help overcome such circumstantial challenges? I’ve been in a bit of a rut with the pen lately, and honestly, hearing anything - whether it’s how you approach sitting down to write or just your thoughts on the process - would be incredibly helpful at best and, at the very least, really interesting to hear! Appreciate you sharing your thoughts if you’re able :p

I take an ice bath, chug 6 cans of energy drink back to back, sit down and white knuckle my desk while yelling "LOCK IN" and write 10k words in one hour-

Ok but seriously, I appreciate the ask!! 💖

And honestly it's just a matter of forming the habit, at least for me. I try to write at the same time every day. For me that's in the evenings since I'm more productive at night, but other people might feel more productive in the morning or the afternoon, it all depends! Once it becomes a habit it's much easier to switch your brain to Writing Mode around the same time every day.

When you first start trying to form the habit, don't be down on yourself if you don't get a lot of writing done at first. Try to write things that pique your interest, even if the scenes or snippets aren't in chronological order. Getting something on the page is what's most important!

Also, don't be too hard on yourself while writing, and try not to edit while you write either. This is a bad habit I used to have that I had to unlearn because of my perfectionism, but it's perfectly fine to have a bare bones first draft that you can return to filling out later. Your first draft is not supposed to be perfect, so just focus on writing it first, and evaluating it later.

And write what you feel inspired to write! Like, sometimes I can't be bothered to write out descriptions or character actions, but I get inspired to write a certain conversation between characters, so I literally skip all the descriptive words and only write out the dialogue. Other times I feel inspired by worldbuilding that I want to add, or an environment that I really want to describe, so I write snippets for that, etc.

I also like setting wordcount goals for myself because I get a dopamine boost when I hit the target and it feels like I accomplished something. If you go that route, start out small! Like 250 words every day for example, and as you get into it, bump it up little by little. It also feels good if you go over your wordcount goal, at least for me.

Some other minor things that have helped me: putting on background music (ymmv), removing all potential distractions by closing everything on my pc and fullscreening my writing program, ensuring I have a place where I can write uninterrupted, drinking my favorite tea, motivating myself with rewards for once I hit my wordcount goal (snacks/video games/watching a show).

I hope any of this is useful for you!!

[aliensunflower-fics]

My Recommended Fic List

So, I got this ask awhile ago, and since I have been re-reading a bunch of my old favorite fics as a way to cheer up after work I figured why not. This list will be long... and varied but mostly its older fics cuz idk there my favs. Now lets go:

Fashion Upgrade - By @soap-lady : Straight up one of my favorite fics ever, its fun, its creative, it never fails to make me laugh when I need something warm and wholesome after a bad day. Also go check out the rest of her stuff there's so much good okay like shes just a writing queen. Shes on AO3 I don't want to spoil you on her other stuff just GO experience it for yourself.

Ode To Decoy pt 1 / 2 / 3 - By @a-marlene-s : Ive always liked this short sweet little fic about Lila getting caught. Its Lila + class salt though so avoid if that's not your flavor.

EVERYTHING - By @unmaskedagain : They have salt, they have sugar, they have funny, they have crossovers. Like honestly they are a just a great writer with so much variety so go check out the masterlist I linked and I guarantee there will be something there you like.

@ravennm84 Is a writer on the saltier side but they have a wonderful selection of weird wacky tales from the salty but oh so well written Damning Evidence that sees Lila get caught in the best way to the 3 part Horror inspired Serafina other great fics from them include Marinettes Family Court Circus pt 1 / 2 and Of Moldy Bread and Cockroaches / Be Kind to Servers honestly its worth giving there blog a look.

@mochinek0 Is another writer with several beloved fics. They write a lot of Maribat and we love them for it. Ones to check out would be Blind Date / Bruce vs Gabriel just go check out there tag list of daminette for more.

Accidental Crime Boss Marinette - By @lady-literature : This is a wonderful idea and a wonderful little fic and I just... I just like it okay. Sadly I haven't read a lot of there other stuff... But I might after finishing this list considering how much I enjoy this one.

@nobodyfamousposts I love a LOT of there fics. They are one of the best when it comes to striking that sweet spot of calling out the show for some of its garbage while not getting so salty that you cant have fun lighthearted goodness. I have been looking for a masterlist of there work but cant find one so just go stalk there tags. I do recommend there Chloe's Lament Series 1 / 2 exploring how certain 'wishes' would backfire. Guardian Assistant Kevin is also a good one Miracle Queen Aftermath pt 1 / 2 / The 8 parter Burn the Witch series / The Wisdom Teeth Reveal / Kagami Vs The Wall of Faces / Resigning With Grace & Spite / I tried to give a lot of links cuz they have a lot of stuff

Kill Them With Kindness - By @luki-fanfic : Well written, good salt without going overboard. Just good vibes. I havent stalked there other stuff but if its anything like this fic its probably excellent quality.

Stephen Vladislav pt 1 / 2 - By @stormiclown : Adrien centered salt on the idea of finally giving Adrien his own proper rival. I like the idea of Adrien having a rival because its usually Marinette and this was just the right length to get those creative ideas flowing. Also just well written what more can you ask for.

Power Trip - By @storygirl000 : This was the first fic that made me go... Wait would it be more fun if Lila was actually competent? And that set me on the path to writing my own fics where Lila is more villainous and more capable. Its short, well written. Good.

Your Wish is My Command - By DemiGoddess28 on AO3 : A great 11 chapter fic looking into Lila's life if she were to win and get a miraculous wish. Its got sugary goodness for our protagonists and the class and salt for our dearest friend Lila.

LadyBugOut AU - By Miraculous-Content on AO3 : A 50 chapter fic made up of snippets and ideas. I found it really inspiring in many ways. I also love how it redeems Marinettes classmates showing how and why they were tricked but holding them accountable anyway its just... Good.

Juleka vs The Forces of the Universe - By goldenlaurelleaves on AO3 : For those of us not yet ready to accept the death of luka/mari we have this wonderful fic showing Juleka being the biggest wingman as she helps these idiots find there way together.

ChaoticNeutral on AO3 has there own Chloe's Lament fic as well as a Gabriel's Lament fic for people who need sweet salty of those two characters.

BroadwayCutie16 was Inspired by the person above and DemiGoddesses your wish is my command fic to write Lila's Lament fic going over Lilas failed wish. Honestly I always love these fics because there just so interesting and the way wishes can be taken and twisted is always a fascinating idea to me.

#WayneAngel - By Tired-Writing-Teach on AO3 : For us Maribat lovers. Its fun and lighthearted with some good gags and some light fluff.

Damian in Paris - By Lilliesandliveries on AO3 : A sweet Maribat series showing what would happen if Damian ran away from home and found himself in Paris and getting therapy.

How a Demon Commissions an Angel - By AlixAnonymous : Damian blackmails Marinette into letting him be her client so he can get his bros the best gifts, they end up becoming penpal buddies.

Mythomania - By LadyEnna_50 on AO3 : Proof that I dont hate Adrien or Mari/Adrien. In this fic Adrien's spine gets titanium plating and he sees just how bad Lila is hurting Marinette and does something about it.

The Contingency - By AbyssalGuardian on AO3 : SALT. Also Tim/Mari but even still I love the way this was written, the style, and some of the ideas just ugh love it. Its not for those who dont like salt so just avoid at your own discretion. Its about a chaotic Marinette done with her life running away to Gotham where she meets her true black cat, and gets her life back on track.

The String That Binds Us - By FaithAndATypeWriter on AO3 : Okay so is there any Mari/Bat fan who hasnt already heard of this one? Who cares its good, its cute, I love it. May the author be blessed with snacks.

The Great IKEA Game - By @batsandbugs : Okay again... I think every Mari/Bat fan has probably heard of this one already because its just that good and that popular. But who cares I am recommending it anyway. Don't read if your allergic to fun I guess.

If this list still doesn't somehow have enough salt for you then try @goggles-mcgee fics here is a link to there Masterlist. They are in a way a professional at salt and angst and they make you want to adopt Marinette and pop her in a blanket fort.

Honestly I could keep going but this list already feels so long for other great recs though I can link you to @jayphoenic who has some great Daminette Fic Recs and some Lila Salt Fic Recs!

Feel free to reblog this and add some links to stuff you would think I or others might like! Also lets just acknowledge how many talented authors the community has like wow.

[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

Secret Lovers

Simon "Ghost" Riley X F!Reader

Simon wasn’t someone who very willingly opened up to anyone, his teammates were no exception either, save for Price. It was always better to keep things quiet and let people assume what they pleased instead of trying to answer their questions. Better to remain mysterious than show your cards to the wrong person. a/n:this was originally started because of a snippet @thebeesatemyknees had written, thank you so much for letting me turn this into a full fic! I hope I was able to do it proper justice warnings:none, just tons of fluff Part 2

Simon wasn’t someone who very willingly opened up to anyone, his teammates were no exception either, save for Price. It was always better to keep things quiet and let people assume what they pleased instead of trying to answer their questions. Better to remain mysterious than show your cards to the wrong person. Johnny had badgered him from day one if he had a partner, going on and on about how much he loved his girlfriend. SImon wasn’t going to tell him anything, no matter what he’d keep his lips sealed.

Kyle was the next one to ask, though it was more in passing rather than a true and genuine question when he cornered the older man. They had been discussing mission details when the topic arose, did he have a next of kin? And if so, who would be the one to inform them if Ghost were to be KIA’d? He never asked Simon after that day, instead going on to different topics whether they had to do with the mission or what they wanted to eat. Kyle treated him like a friend, it was nice.

And John, well he knew all about Simon’s personal and very private life.

~~~

You were a new addition to the team, a medic that could stitch up a wound within a minute and get you back on the field within five. They were thankful to have you come around with them, helping stitch up a wound on Johnny’s arm, or cleaning up a gash on Kyle’s head. The only person who seemed to be a little wary around you was Simon, which both Johnny and Kyle felt odd. You fit in their group like the puzzle piece that was missing, and yet Simon acted as if he wanted nothing to do with you. Surely he’d warm up to you a little more, they were all sure of it.

“Thank you all for meeting me on such short notice. We’ve got word that an arms dealer is hosting a gala and we need to get more intel before we can swoop in.” Kate was a woman who took no shit and left no prisoners, she wasn’t going to risk this.

“Who do we want to send?” John was nervous, his men were trained for this, but putting them into a situation where they’d have to become someone else entirely? Nerve wracking.

“I was discussing it with Shepherd last night, and we’ve decided that Simon and Y/N will be going on this mission while the rest of you stake out the building.” All eyes suddenly shifted to Simon who looked calm as ever.

He’d forgone the mask for this mission briefing, knowing that only his teammates and Kate would be in the room with him. Knowing that you were going to be there made things a little more tense, could he handle something that dire?

“If you think that’s what’s best, I fully support the decision.” John wasn’t going to argue, Simon could be suave and charm the pants off of anyone if needed.

“Thank you, we’ll be heading out tomorrow and meeting up at the hotel. Promise me you’ll behave so no one suspects you, please.” Kate knew how much of a troublemaker that Johnny and Kyle could be, given the opportunity of course.

“I’ll make sure of it myself if need be, don’t you worry.” John smiled up at her, leaving Kate to wonder how much trouble there would be.

They would need to debrief you on the plane ride over, given that you weren’t even in the room with everyone. Having something like that just dumped on you with no time to prepare was the worst, how could they manage? Simon would just have John give you the rundown so he could worry about more important things, like how he’d have to act like the two of you were so desperately in love.

You would have an entire day to get comfortable in the hotel room, there would be a few people lingering so you’d get used to being stared at. Simon knew they’d mainly be staring at you, you were downright gorgeous. And with the clothes that had been picked out? A deep navy blue tux, with a pitch black button up and black silk tie. It perfectly matched the dress they’d picked out for you, a deep V down the front that left just enough to the imagination. The color matched his tux almost identically, the only difference was your dress was silk. 

“They’ve packed everything for you to do your own hair and makeup, we don’t want you to stand out too much, better to blend in.” It was the smartest idea, if you or Simon were to attract too much attention things would end badly.

“Yeah, Kate told me as much as she could, I made sure to pack my best heels.” You were nervous, it’d been so long since you’d been able to go out to something fancy.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” John knew you were smart and quick witted, but something about this mission unnerved him.

“I’m positive, Simon and I will get the intel and get out before anyone even notices we’re missing.” You were confident everything would go smoothly, Simon could be silent if needed.

John nodded at you, settling back into his seat as the plan began to descend down onto the tarmac below. Simon was staring at you from across the way, palms sweating slightly as the time drew closer to getting inside the hotel. Johnny was going to see how nervous he was and make comments, he was sure of it. The sound of tires squealing brought everyone’s attention to high alert. It was time to grab your things and head to the cars, you were driving over with Simon, leaving the other three to their own car.

It was mainly to not raise any suspicion, if you were seen driving with any man that wasn’t your husband word would spread before you managed to make it to the party. You were absentmindedly playing with your ring, twirling the obnoxiously large diamond with your other fingers. It was a habit you picked up whenever you tended to wear jewelry, though it was much better than picking at your cuticles.

“You feeling alright hun?” Simon glanced over at you, though his own nerves were shot, he wanted you to feel comfortable.

“A little nervous, but that’s to be expected considering the circumstances.” You kept twirling the ring, glancing between Simon and the road ahead of you.

Simon took a quick breath and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together without skipping a beat or taking his eyes off the road. You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face, you had been waiting to see how long it took before he finally felt comfortable around you. You’d need to practice around everyone else if you were going to look natural around a bunch of strangers. Everything was going to be just fine, you were sure of it.

John had set up everything in the hotel room, along with hanging up your dress and Simon’s tux to help steam out any wrinkles if needed. So far there was nothing to worry about, save for Soap acting like a little shit and pranking Simon and Kyle for the most part. You’d all settled in, changing into comfortable clothes and ordering food so that you wouldn’t have to leave. Simon was cleaning up the kitchen so he could sit down and enjoy dinner with you.

“Do you need any help?” You walked over to him, pressing your hand against his lower back.

“Nah, just need to finish cleaning this plate and we can eat.” Simon smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Whatever you say.” You patted his back gently, heading over to the small kitchen table.

Johnny raised a brow at how you and Simon seemed to naturally work with one another, he didn’t want to raise any suspicion. Kyle on the other hand was ignoring him entirely, digging into his own meal and scrolling through his phone. Simon had finally finished, grabbing his plate of food and heading over to sit with you. He could faintly hear that you were both discussing the mission and going over your alias’ one last time.

“Simon, you need to wear your ring.” You’d gotten on his case the entire day, he kept taking it off complaining that it felt weird to wear it.

“I’ll wear it during the mission tomorrow.” Simon brough the fork to his mouth, focusing on his plate rather than your raised brow.

“You say that now, but when we end up leaving you’re going to forget it and then we’re going to have to drive all the way back because you won’t wear your ring.” You had put yours on right away, mainly because you were forgetful and didn’t want to end up forgetting it.

“Are you really going to make me wear the ring all night?” Simon’s expression would normally terrify a recruit, but you’d gotten used to it.

“If I want to make sure you have your ring on? Yes, I’m going to make you wear your ring until we get back on that plane and go back home.” You’d glue it on if need be, but Simon knew better than to disobey orders.

John chuckled to himself watching the two of you, it was a dynamic he hadn’t seen in quite a while and it was pretty funny to witness. Johnny on the other hand was now even more flabbergasted at the way you worked together. Why did you seem so comfortable arguing with a man who’d killed for less? This was something sinister and it unnerved him to no end, he’d get to the bottom of this.

You’d offered to clean up everyone’s dinner dishes, carefully cleaning any knives before laying them on a towel to be dried by Simon. He walked over to where you were, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull your bodies flush together. Johnny’s jaw dropped open as he slapped Kyle’s arm to get his attention. The playful bickering was one thing, but watching Simon the Ghost Riley be so affectionate? 

“Damn, he’s a good actor.” Kyle watched the way you and Simon began to sway gently, giggling at something he’d whispered into your ear.

“Scarily good, didn’t think he had it in ‘em.” Johnny shook his head, turning back towards the computer in front of him.

It wasn’t until the sound of someone kissing caught their attention once more. Simon had dipped you, lips pressed against yours as his arms wrapped around your waist. Johnny’s jaw dropped wide open, well if you weren’t together already that was surely going to change. You pressed your hands against Simon’s chest, laughing happily as you stared up at him.

“Cap, do ya think Lt and the medic are gonna get together after all this?” Johnny had high hopes, no one gets kissed the way Simon kissed you and simply part ways.

“What’re you talking about?” John barely lifted his gaze from the screen, typing up the pre mission notes to help catch up on them before.

“Simon’s practically tonguing the medic! He’s gonna woo her.” He waggled his brows at the older man, cackling when John rolled his eyes.

“Oh, yeah that’s not gonna happen.” John’s attention focused back on the task at hand.

Johnny’s laughing abruptly halted, what the hell had he meant that Simon wasn’t going to woo the medic, it was obvious! Clearly John had no idea what he was talking about, Johnny could see the little twinkle in your eye from across the room.

“Gaz, am I wrong or do ye think Ghost and medic are gonna end up together?” He was determined to get someone to agree with him.

“Oh, if they don’t I’m asking for her number for him.” Kyle may have had a slight crush on you, not that he’d ever admit it.

John sat upright in his chair, focusing on Johnny and Kyle who thought they were being more subtle than they actually were.

“Have you ever looked at their name tag by chance?” John wanted to see if the other two would finally catch on.

Both Johnny and Kyle shook their heads, neither of them had a reason to over analyze your name tag when they had injuries to be taken care of. He sighed softly to himself before glancing over to you and Simon. You were laughing at some bad joke Simon had whispered to you, a bright smile on his face.

“Her last name is Riley.” John watched as realization dawned on their faces.

You’d been married this entire time and no one, besides Price, was none the wiser. How the hell had you managed to keep it hidden from everyone? Then again Simon wasn’t the most overly friendly or affectionate when it came to anyone. You were his wife though, that was different! Surely you could bring out a different side of him, something that no one usually got to…of course.

“Would’ve been nice to know at least.” Johnny shrugged off his disappointment, this was a big thing to keep hidden away.

“It wasn’t my place to tell, just remember that.” John wanted to respect your privacy, it was the least he could do considering your line of work.

Johnny and Kyle understood why Price hadn’t admitted to questions about your relationship, but knowing the truth? It felt good. They watched the way you and Simon danced to the music playing from your phone. Simon’s arms were wrapped around your waist, pressing kisses all over your face as you tried to squirm away. It was a side of their teammate they’d never thought to see, and no one outside of this hotel room would ever get to see it.

At least, not until after the mission of course.

tagging: @gaylemonshark

[felassan]

Snippets. 🐺💜 DA:TV spoilers under cut.

Kala has heard rumors that there may be merch pins coming of Assan and Manfred [source]

(Previous comment for context - Dev Brenon: "You can sprint, there is also a dash/dodge move you can do for short range mobility - though I don't tend to use that much when exploring.") A user asked on this, "Will it be a push-to-sprint key, a sprint toggle, or other (to be explained later)?". Brenon replied with some more detail on this feature: "Right now it's a pseudo-toggle, you press it once (while moving) to start sprinting and then as long as you keep moving you keep sprinting. If you let got of the movement controls, you stop sprinting." [source: the official BioWare Discord]

User: "if a choice i made 30 hours ago affects me.. best believe im restarting the whole game". Brenon: "Uh oh''. User: "UH OH???". Brenon: "I mean... we do have "decision saves" before big choice moments, but there are still a bunch that depend on a whole mess of stuff you've done earlier... so... yeah... RIP :P" [source: the official BioWare Discord]

They hope to get a bunch more BioWare-themed emojis for the Discord [source: the official BioWare Discord]

Trick Weekes has been signing DA:TV stuff with "with love and appreciation for your patience" [source]

Carly: "theres so much id love to say, but i unfortunately can't , that being said, i hear y'all and love working on a game for such passionate people and hope y'all enjoy when it does come out 💕" [source]

Actor signing attendees report that it was amazing and that we're in good hands with this acting cast. You can see more photos from it here [source].

Dev signing attendees report that it was packed. You can see another photo from it here [source]. and here is a photo of the sign from it [source]

Another photo of the booth [source]. Sometimes at the booth the devs had a Solas statue [source] (this is done by Dark Horse). I think Dark were also displaying somewhere a Varric and a Cassandra statue too, and I think these were the ones that Dark Horse do too (Varric, Cass), but I can't find the image or video where I originally saw this anymore, sorry >.<

The companion tarot-style art from the website was shown on the big screen at the acting panel [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee: John Epler said that this is the best group of companions written because of their relationships with each other, not just Rook. They can become friends, lovers, rivals with each other. Zach thought that Lucanis was the coolest character he gets to play. It sounds like he mentioned Illario [I'm assuming] by name. Lucanis is quick-witted. Neve is a bit of a romantic. Jessica found voice acting freeing as it felt like playing pretend when she was little. In her role, she felt like she could embrace being very powerful. Neve is passionate. On Emmrich, "wisdom, calm to group, warm-hearted, loves learning". Emmrich has some fantastic lines. Along with working with Varric to track down Solas, Harding has also been working with Rook and Neve. Ali talked a lot about how much collaboration there is between BioWare, the actors and the material they're given to work with. Harding has been through some things and has more of an edge to her, but they can't talk about it! [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee - Jessica Clark: "A lot of the time, we kind've really all bonded in the way that we were intended to, you know? And that's why we've been so excited all week and all weekend, because we can be like 'oh my god you're here', 'oh my god you're here, you're here, you're here', finally, you know? You know, I know on a lot of projects people are like 'oh yeah, we're all like, we love each other', but we really do, we really really do, and it just evolved so organically, and there was something magical about it just being our voices in the beginning, you know, like, sort've taking anything else out of the [equation.]" [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee - Nick Boraine: "I think I've been preparing for Emmrich all my life. I was very attracted to the role initially, and I was so, I was so, I was overjoyed when I got it, because I think it was, the writing of Emmrich is really fascinating, it's this, this man that is obsessed with death, on one hand, but on death as a comfort, death as a transition, death as something that is not scary, and that, that ability to enable people to transition and the investment that he gives in that sphere, which we don't give in our own lives. I was immediately attracted to that and I thought that that was, I'd never seen that before, so to go in these two ways, to talk about death and to talk about it in a way that is kind, and that the transition becomes a kind transition, that was fascinating to me, and I think, will be fascinating to you too." [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee - Zach Mendez: "[before they started shooting] I did kinda get an idea about how passionate the fanbase was, which made me really excited. I don't wanna say nervous, because I don't say I'm nervous, I say I'm excited. And so, before the first day of shoot, I was very excited. And luckily, you know, Ashley and them, didn't have me do too much on the first day. I played a lot of darkspawn. I darkspawn-ed my ass off, though. I want you guys to know, I really. And when I got home, I thought to myself, 'Zach, did you darkspawn hard enough?' I was just worried. You know, and within an hour I got texts from Jeff, who's a part of this cast as well, and G, telling me what a great job I did, and then I'll never forget, I got a call from Ali Hillis down here, and I'll remember that conversation, because for thirty minutes she made me feel like I was welcome in the Dragon Age family, and it gave me so much confidence moving forwards. So thank you, Ali, so much, I still remember that." [source]

[Character limit text break!]

Varric and Manfred: "not romanceable" [source] ?

Neve mostly eats deep-fried fish [source], it makes up the bulk of her diet [source]

Bellara loves pan-fried fish [source]

John on SDCC: "thank you to everyone who came out to the signing. thank you to everyone who came out to the panel. thank you to everyone who said hi, swung by the booth, or otherwise expressed how excited you were about the game. absolutely amazing experience. was wonderful to see you all" [source]

There's a lot of lovely concept art for DA:TV [source]

Trick Weekes: "One of the things I was proudest of was inviting leads from other teams/departments into writing peer reviews and having them later say, "Wow, those critiques went deep, but everyone stayed professional and compassionate the whole time." My junior-most writer knew she could tell me I was wrong." [source]

Violet: "As we get closer to DATV, I just want to send out a reminder Var lath vir suledin 😭" [source]

Derek on the casting department: "They really did an incredible job! Every single one of these folks deliver such amazing performances." [source]

Derek: "a lot of great talent doing awesome stuff from KY nowadays. I count myself extremely lucky that I can work on such an amazing project with such a wonderful team straight from my home state!" [source]

Michael Gamble: "i know a few people on the DA team, and i want them to have a nice time." [source]

User, on the recent word count news: "Sooooo , when will I (we) get to hear all these words". Michael: "hopefully when the game is out." [source]

User, on the news of no microtransactions: "This is great news that I hope survives past the review period". Michael: "it will" [source]

User: "What class have you been playing as in DAV mostly?" Michael: "mage. i light everything up. everything." [source]

DAMP / multiplayer mode is not returning [source]

Ghil: "Im very sorry for the teasing tweet but to be very real, i really miss playing veilguard and to stop THERE and have to wait over a year is killing me tbh. Im bothered. My crops are dying. I am withering. I want to know what happens" [source]

A user asked a question around if there are dialogue options and choices available in the game that indicate a mixed or less favorable positive perspective on Solas. Bria, a Councilmember, shared: "As an Egg Cracker, I was pretty satisfied with what we saw. I don’t want to go into spoilers but I was able to play my Rook the way I wanted when it came to the Sad Egg Man." [source]

User: "would you be able to tell us if you can change your perspective while in a fight? Those circles we saw on the video were kind of hard to see from that angle". Ghil: "Like a bit- no promises but they told us a lot of stuff like that would be in an accessibility feature. I get pretty motion sick so I remember talking about backing it up a bit." [source]

Kala: "The amount of gasping, screaming, @/ElbenherzArt having to lay on the floor, @/hattedhedgehog and @/chaosbria having to stand up from excitement and us just being in shock the whole time. Yeah 🔟 😎" [source]

Kala shared that there are moments in the game that she knows people will freak out about [source], that in terms of marketing, she knows that the devs have more things planned [source], and that she found Bellara endearing, despite not usually vibing with optimistic and energetic characters [source]

Kala shared that she feels that the Lighthouse is way cooler than Skyhold [source]

Also, in early May 2024 Zach appeared on a podcast:

Zach: "I'm very excited because it looks like at the end of this year, the video game that I've been working on for about three or so years is gonna come out, and I'm really excited for that. I'm gonna come back on and I'm gonna promote that, you guys, you will have no choice, I'm coming back on." Host: "Does the video game feature dicks?" Zach: "I can't say too much about it, but it, it doesn't ignore dicks, you know what I mean? It doesn't, you know what, there might be, yeah, there's, it's a sexy video game, it's a hot video game." Host: "So are you a character?" Zach: "I'm a character in the video game." --- Zach: "I'm gonna come back on to promote the hell out of that, because I'm really excited about that. I'm still working on that, and that's been, like, I'm super grateful for that, because that's been going on for like three years and it's been consistent work." --- Zach: "I'm super excited about it [...]" "Other people help you make really amazing things, when humans get together they make pretty stuff, and this game looks amazing"

[source (acting career segment. source link isn't work-appropriate. I don't recommend the podcast)]

[muffinsin]

I just had a thought, how would the Dimitrescu sisters react to being pulled by the choker during fun time 🤭

Haha this is a fun one!👀 Some HCs and a snippet coming your way!👀 slowly tryina work through my writer’s block and write on anything else but my story haha

Let’s get into it🙌

Masterlists

Bela

In all her time, she’s just rarely been in a situation where she was even remotely manhandled in bed

No hair pulling, no pulling her, no pushing, not even as guiding touches

Now, to be fair, she isn’t the most sexual person outside of a relationship anyway, though, being far too busy with her work

You can’t help but think of it, though

She wears her collar, always, and often even adorns it with a second necklace

You find yourself wondering about moving her by it, occasionally

Hooking your finger underneath it, tugging it forwards

You wonder, would she follow?

Would her beautiful, golden eyes go wide?

Would she gasp in surprise?

Would she snarl, protecting this particular choker fiercely?

Would she do nothing at all?

Be entirely unfazed by it?

Still, you’re curious

And when you kiss her and cup the back of her head or neck, and when you guide her along with you…

You can’t help but wonder about moving your fingers to her choker, instead

Then, one day, you decide to dare try it

You moan as you feel her lips move against yours, so full, so soft, so perfect. Her body’s by yours, though not as flush against you as you’d like it to be. You find, this is the perfect opportunity to have some fun.

She merely hums as she feels your hand slide up her body, from her slim hips past her breasts, at first. The faint touch has her shiver, her back arching just slightly, as though it’s her very body wanting to get closer to yours.

Then, you reach her shoulders, feminine and soft, but strong in their own way. You trace them for a moment, then gently raise your hands to her neck.

She only keeps on moaning, humming, the sound a soft vibration against your lips.

You decide, now’s as good a time as any.

“Ha-Ah!”, she squeaks when you suddenly tug her forwards by her collar, a single finger hooked under, enough to move her in this state. Your eyes are wide, just as hers are, and you can’t help but giggle when you see the fierce blush that so quickly overtakes her normally so pale cheeks. She’s a little closer to you now and- it seems- rendered completely speechless.

Her lips part multiple times, but no words seem to form. When you tug at her choker again, pulling her completely flush against you, you hear it at last; a breathy, loud moan that comes with even more shade to her already warm cheeks.

You raise your eyebrow, but cut her off with your lips just when she’s about to speak, likely hoping to come up with some excuse.

You notice another thing, though; her cute, short breaths against your lips, her little moans and gasps. Her eyes are closed again, but her body language has changed.

You confirm this so very easily when you push your tongue in her mouth, drawing more moans from her. Unlike before, her tongue now no longer battles for dominance, but slides against yours eagerly, whereas she parts her lips a little more, too.

You hum, curious; it seems, tugging her by her choker is enough to coax your headstrong, beautiful girlfriend in a more submissive state.

You can work with that…

Cassandra

It’s no surprise that Cassandra has never been touched overly much

As a predator in just about every way, none would dare get too close

And even you, her trusting and loving partner, know for a fact it isn't the best idea to reach towards her choker

Or more specifically, her throat

A sensitive, vulnerable part of her body. One any predator, including her, would see to protecting

And still, you can't help but fantasise at times

Wondering what her reaction would be if you just looped a finger or two by her choker, if you gave it a bit of a tug

The most you've tugged her is when you guided her by her hips, so far

But her choker...you can't help but admire how it clings to her smooth, sensitive throat

You can't rid yourself of the dirty fantasies, of tugging her by it while she's on her hands and knees, crawling to you

Both of you...naked...on the bed

You squirm whenever you think of it for a little too long

You know, it's foolish to think of this, too

That she does not take kindly to you even touching her throat for too long, having to actively go against her instinct to shrug you away

Even as she squirms and moans so breathily and beautifully when you suck at her throat...

And still, you cannot stop giving into the thought over and over again, when you lay in bed below her, your arms wrapped around her, your eyes finding the choker easily. She always wears it, after all

You decide, you must try it

Of course, you are no fool. Despite how you want your actions today to be a surprise, you did warn her and ask for her permission to move your hands to her throat. You know, doing so out of nowhere with no warning would likely cause her to swarm away automatically in the best case, or swipe at your hands with sharp, claw-like nails in a worse scenario.

You hum as you watch her undress, her body, smooth and strong and pale, slowly revealed to you. Her dark hair, so beautiful as it falls from her shoulders and to her upper arms.

You lick your lips at the sight, feel a familiar light sensation at your stomach. She's beautiful, seducing. You're happy to be seduced.

Then, your eyes find the choker again. You've never quite approached topics that have her be in extreme submissive situations, never even mentioned a possibility in which she might wear things like chokers and collars and leashes, another way for you to tug her to you.

You can certainly make do with the choker, if only to sate your curiosity regarding her reaction. You're sure, it varies depending on her mood, and wonder whether she feels dominant, or more submissive today, which is rather rare.

Licking your lips, you move closer towards her, your hand raising to her cheek first. She doesn't flinch from your touch as she used to in the beginning, so adorably unused to human touch, and leans into it almost greedily.

You hiss when she parts her lips and her sharp, fang-like tooth slices against your hand, but find yourself moaning soon when her lips wrap over the cut, her tongue dragging against it, eager for blood.

She usually tastes you at least once, her eyes wide, the dark gold a beautiful sight. You know, only you get to see her like this, and it is only you who gets to touch her, too.

Only you, who she trusts.

And it is this touch that has her stay still even when your free hand moves towards her neck. Of course, she's aware of it, even as she acts like she doesn't notice the movement.

Ah, but you see it.

You see how her dark golden eyes flicker towards your hand for a moment, feel and watch her tense up momentarily, then relax, as though urging her to ignore her natural instinct to keep areas like her throat, back and stomach safe.

She knows, you won't hurt her.

And as such, even when your finger hooks under her choker necklace, she does not move, trusts you to be careful.

And you are, even as you tug her forwards.

And momentarily, you feel your own cheeks heating up when the cutest squeak comes from her.

In all your time with her you've rarely been able to really surprise her, if ever. This certainly did, and the squeak it earned you is enough to make you laugh loudly, giggling to yourself while she grumbles, her flies buzzing in irritation as she finds herself flush against you.

Alas, her frustration does not last, not when you tug her close again, her lips and nose brushing right against your throat, now.

An invitation.

Daniela

Unlike her sisters, Daniela is no stranger to being collared, nor leashed occasionally

She’s experimental, really

And you found; on certain days, she quite enjoys it, even

She’ll be content, humming and moaning below you, her lips lazily moving against yours, the collar snug around her throat

And still, none of the collars she wears are quite like her choker necklace

She wears it always, save for the times she has a proper collar on

And you can’t help but wonder what her reaction would be to be tugged by that

Daniela is, generally speaking, very open to being challenged

She’s playful, and trusting

Perhaps a little too trusting, seeing as there is far, far too many maidens at the castle and hunters outside with malicious intent, willing to harm or even kill her

Even between the two of you, she’s trusting

She’s open to trying new things

And she’s especially eager to try new things in bed

As such, you’re not discouraged, per say, to indulge in your curiosity…

Daniela’s cooing and giggling below you, her hands greedily sliding from your hips to your back, warm beneath your shirt. Her own dress is tight, tight enough that it clings to her figure perfectly. And still, you practically smell her arousal, and see it in the flicker in her beautiful, golden eyes.

She hums as she leans up to kiss you, her body soft against the sheets, her dress halfway tugged off, leaving her chest and thighs exposed while it pools by her hips. She didn’t have time to take it off, and you didn’t want to take the time, far too eager to have your hands on your sweet, seductive girlfriend at last after the day you’ve had.

You know; it isn’t her fault she catches so many maidens’ eyes. She is, despite also being the source of some of their fear, stunningly beautiful, naturally flirty, and quite seductive even without trying to be.

Fortunately, she also doesn’t mind when this causes times like now, when you’re a little rougher, holding her a little tighter, like a dragon clutching their treasure to them.

She merely moans below you, melting in your arms, basking in the warmth of your attention and affections.

You’re sucking at her soft jawline and throat when your chin brushes against the choker necklace and just briefly you remember what you’ve been yearning to do for a little time already now.

Daniela only hums when your hand snakes away from hers, even whines a little at the loss of your warm fingers, but stays otherwise quiet.

Her eyes are closed, even when your hand gently caressed her neck, full of love marks already.

She wouldn’t have it any other way, even pouts when they heal far, far too fast and demands you place new ones.

As you lean down to kiss her again, she eagerly parts her lips for you, moaning and giggling in delight occasionally. When you hook a finger under her choker, she doesn’t react, though when you tug it forwards, pulling her a little off the mattress and closer to you, she does squeak in surprise.

“Hey! Stop that!”, she complains, but there’s hardly any heat behind her words.

You giggle when she swats away your hand, then, soon, find yourself humming against her lips, and other body parts.

[tiny1ntheblu3]

SFW VORE scenario :3

Merfolk brainrot got me.

Tiny works at an aquarium cleaning the fish tanks. Giant works there as a performer; a merman/mermaid show.

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While the latter takes a break, the former dives into the fish tank. Usually, there's no risk of the tiny one getting eaten by any of the aquatic animals. Usually. Why? It could be anything—maybe their diving suit has a special scent that drives the fish away, or maybe they're a fast swimmer. Whatever the case, today it doesn't apply.

While they're scrubbing away, doing their duties, a fish comes up from behind. The giant could be walking back to the tank to warm up, or say they're actually a merman/mermaid messing around in the human world. Let's say it's the second option.

They could have a way to hear the aquatic life around them, be it coherent thoughts translated into something they can understand, or maybe just slight snippets of the animals' wants.

In this case, the big guy catches the wandering thought of a very hungry fish that's about to feast.

"Great, the fish are being fed,"

they think to themselves, till realizing it's much too early for that to be the case. Rushing over to the tank, they dive in. Did someone throw in something for the fish? Did the cleaner not do a good job and leave something for them to eat? Speaking of the cleaner, shouldn't they be inside the tank, doing their job right about now?

All these thoughts race through the giant's head as they swim around, looking for the fish. Following the creature’s thought process, hearing as it got louder and louder, they find a sight to behold.

They spot a tiny silhouette racing through the water, desperate motions of their body as they try to gain speed. The smaller one could spot, or maybe sense a shift in the water. Turning around, they see a much larger shadow looming over them than the fish chasing them.

A second or two later, the tiny finds themselves being sucked in the direction of the large shadow. The fish, unaware and possibly not caring about this other entity, stubbornly chases the tiny, denying to let go of this free food.

The tiny, gasping for air that they don't have, and is quickly running out of, tries their best to outswim both of them. The bigger fellow, sensing the tiny’s distress, shoos away the fish and gets closer. On the brink of fainting, be it from fear or lack of oxygen, they don't recognize their coworker.

They hear a muffled voice and feel gentle pokes at their body. Feeling like an eternity passed, they blink and hear a faint, "Sorry." The giant shoves the little one into their mouth, swallowing as gently as they can. Feeling the small round lump go down, they feel their gills starting to filter out the water. The tiny, now safe inside the giant's stomach, rests.

The day goes on with the giant going about their usual schedule. In the middle of their show, they feel a small squirm.

"Now of all times," they think to themselves.

Swimming further, away from the visitors' prying eyes, they tap their stomach gently. A shiver runs down their spine as they feel tiny vibrations throughout their innards. A small, muffled voice calls out,

"Hello...?"

They smile.

"Hi. Mornin', sleepy head. How are you feeling?"

A second or two pass.

"Better. Uh... where... am I?"

The bigger one's smile falters a tad. Right.

"I—"

The interaction gets cut short by a banging on the glass.

A kid smiling, watching the merman/mermaid.

Sighing, they swim over slowly, remembering they're still on the clock. Shushing the smaller one, they promise them they're safe. Not too convinced but without much choice, the tiny snuggles into the bigger one's walls. If they're going to stay here, may as well get comfy.

The bigger one, feeling this, smiles gently, putting a hand over their stomach as they swim over and continue the show. A lengthy explanation would occur a few moments later, but that was for another time.

[holylulusworld]

Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (Snippet)

Summary: Amends. Amends.

Pairing: Lumberjack!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, unplanned pregnancy, remorse, we love Bear

This story is part of my Lumberjack Tales masterlist

Catch up here: Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (3)

A/N: A short snippet to this series.

Bear whines loudly. The huge dog seems to feel your distress and goes into protective mode. Before you can stop him, the Estrela Mountain Dog sits down next to you and leans his head against your belly.

“Pregnant?” Ari doesn’t know how to react to the news at first. He’s relieved that you’re not sick—but is this the right time to have a baby? “You’re having my baby?”

He shoves his dog aside and kneels in front of you, mimicking his dog. Ari nuzzles your belly and starts talking about the new life growing inside of you.

“What do you want here? Not so long ago, you wanted me to leave your home. I don’t understand you anymore.” You push against his shoulders, trying to get him off you. “Ari!”

“Y/N, I know there’s no excuse for yelling at you, but I didn’t mean it that way. My ex called me, demanding more money. I got so mad and tried to hide my feelings from you. I am sorry for letting my anger get the best out of me.”

“You yelled at me for no reason. Ari,” you sniffle. “You gave me the feeling that I overstayed my welcome. You always told me you wanted me to stay forever, only to push me away. It wasn’t my fault that someone messed with you.”

“I know, my sweet tramp,” he murmurs against you. “I know. I told you I’m a big grump and not used to having people around.” Ari sighs deeply. “You don’t have to say it, Y/N. It’s all my fault.”

“Damn right,” you huff, still hurt. “You made me feel like I’m a liability. I know you’re used to women wanting your money, but I never cared about it.”

“Y/N, please let me make things up to you.” He gets back up on his feet. “I know it will be hard for you to trust me again, but please give me a chance.”

You sniff and look away when Ari tries to touch your cheek. “Don’t touch me.” You step away. “I felt like you slapped me in the face when you yelled at me. I don’t care if you were mad at your ex-wife, Ari. Not she stood in front of you but me. You should’ve let her anger out on her, not me!”

“I know,” he says and shows his palms. “You won’t hear me excuse my behavior. Y/N, you’re more important to me than my solitude or money. I couldn’t believe you easily stole my heart and breath.”

You’d giggle at his cheesy admission, but you’re still mad at Ari for treating you like he did. “What do you want me to say?”

“Please tell me that you’ll come back home with me,” he whispers, and carefully reaches out for you to stroke your cheek. “I’d do anything to make things up to you.”

You look at Bear inching closer to nuzzle your leg. “Bear, don’t make this any harder for me,” you sigh. The dog won’t give in. He purrs and whines until you finally pet him. “You’re a charmer, aren’t you?”

“Like owner, like dog.” Ari gives you a cracked smile. “Please… Y/N. Come back home. We are not the same without you. The cabin feels so lonely without my little tramp. I need you there.”

“Ari, things have changed,” you point out. “Until I left, everything was exciting and kinky sex. But…” You protectively rub your belly. “I’m pregnant, and this will turn your life upside down if I come back.”

“Good,” he says and holds out his hand. “Let’s get your things and go home.”

Part 4

Tags in reblog.

[kandyscorner]

Shout out to the anon who thought up regency!jason because, omg why wasn't I that creative??? In the same theme-ish, can we do some forbidden romance between knight!jason and princess!reader. Meeting in secret hallways for stolen kisses, she just so happens to he in the stables at the same time as he is tending to his steed, his eyes on her while she entertains suitors she will never agree to marry. Ugh, I eat it up every time without fail 😩

@herodedicatedblog

oh love this this idea so much. i did borrow a few things from the princess bride. mostly the 'as you wish' meaning 'I love you' because what better way to hide a romance than to have a secret way of saying I love you. anyways, this is a very short snippet of their lives. I hope it fits what you wanted, Enjoy!

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“He's from a very good family. I think you'll find him pleasing to the eye as well. He likes to hunt and I hear he's a magnificent jouster. Rarely lost a single-”

“Mother,” you chide, halting her advertisement of a prince from wherever(you weren't listening), “do you trust me?”

Her eye does a squinting twitch and you know whatever she's about to say will amuse her.

“As far as you can weave, my dear,” which is to say not much. Weaving was boring.

“Mother, please,” you groan. She laughs, a twinkling thing that in spite of your annoyance makes you smile.

“I only jest, my dear. You know I trust you as I trust your father and I trust your brother. Why?”

“Then can you trust that I can choose my own suitor?” Her smile falters slightly, though her eyes carry a knowing look. 

“Of course. I only wish to give you the best options.” She tugs your hands into her lap.

“I did not love your father when I married him but I grew to,” you knew this. That it had been an arranged marriage and they had met at the altar, “I don't want the same thing for you. I want you to marry someone you already at least care about.”

“Thank you, mother,” you mumble before pulling her into a hug. You want to tell her that she didn't have to worry. You already knew who you wanted to marry and you already knew you loved him. 

But part of you worried. Would your family shun you for it? Or worse strip him of all his standing that he had fought so hard for. You needed a moment to think.

You pull back and press a kiss to her cheek. There is something in her eyes, like she wants to say something more but is holding back. You should probably leave lest she start advertising another royal somebody.

“May I ride out to the falls?” You ask. Her nose wrinkles and you'd think she was going to tease you but she doesn't.

“My sweet girl. Don't go alone.”

“Mother, when am I ever alone? I either have a maid or my knight with me.” She nods, smile growing. 

“Of course. Sir Jason.” She calls out. You watch him take a half a step forward from where he had been standing at the edge of the room.

“Your majesty, your highness,” he says as he bows to you and your mother. You watch him and he meets your eyes first before looking to your mother, “how may I be of assistance?”

“Take care of my daughter,” the order feels pressed in a way that has nothing to do with a short venture then her tone lightens, “go with her to the falls. Make sure she doesn't get lost again.”

“Mother!” You sound in embarrassment. That had been years ago, when you were younger and the first time you had ventured away from the group that was headed for the falls. You had gotten lost and Jason had found you.

“Yes, your majesty,” he  bows again before standing, watching you in wait. You avert your gaze slightly flustered.

“Now go, my dear.” Your mother shows you off with a kind tilt of her head, her eyes glancing between you and Jason. 

****

You make it to the third empty corridor after the library before Jason's tugging you into an alcove. You shake your head at his antics but it melts away when he tips your chin to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“You are too obvious.” You mutter as your fingers curl into his armor keeping him close.

“On the contrary, highness, I think you're too obvious.” the timbers of his voice make you shiver and his big hands press into your arms in feigned warmth.

You silence him, tugging him forward for another kiss. His thumb comes to stroke at the bare skin of your collar bone at the edge of your dress. 

Your shoulder juts up, neck tilting down and you pull back with a giggle, “that tickles.”

“I know,” he says as his nose bumps against yours. You smile into your next kiss. Before you pull back from him completely.

“Will you ready the horses? I'll go help Maggie make a basket for us. We can have a picnic,” you hop on your feet as you speak, a stirring eagerness to be alone with him away from the palace.

“As your wish,” he dips his head to bow at you in the tight space you two hide in. It makes you flush slightly before edging out of the alcove and back in the corridor. 

“I will meet you in the stables, sir Jason.” You say with  the decorum of the princess you've been raised to be. 

With a quick scan of the space, you blow a kiss to him before hurrying down the hallway. You hear him mutter under his breath, “too obvious?”

****

The ride to the falls was as lovely as always. Birds chirping, and the occasional deer running past. The falls were deep in the woods, far from civil life. 

It's here, alone with your dearest knight that you finally relax. You lay out the blanket and basket as Jason ties up the horses. 

Once that's done, your hands go to work on the ties of your heavy overcoat. It was summer but even in the shaded area you stand at, the heat permeates the woods. 

Ties undone you shrug off the overcoat leaving you in a light frock. A low whistle erupts through the air and you turn your head to find Jason watching you with a grin. 

“Are you trying to corrupt me, highness?” he teasingly chides. In spite of his words, he starts tugging at the straps of his armor. 

“My poor knight,” you coo as you step towards him, “what will you do with a princess who wants you so?” 

Your hands move with practiced ease, undoing what straps need undoing and helping slide off the armor. 

He smiles at you, the weight of both your lives gone with the clothing on the ground. He picks you up suddenly, throwing you over his shoulder and you shriek before laughing.

“I will do whatever the princess pleases,” he says. He shifts you around sliding you from his shoulder to gently lay you down on the blanket you had for the picnic. You stare up at him, getting lost in the tender love that shows in his eyes.

“The princess wishes for a kiss,” you tip your head back in demand. 

“A kiss,” he murmurs. He dips forward, nose sliding along yours, only to kiss at the apple of your cheek, “if a kiss she wants,” he presses another to the corner of your mouth, “then a kiss she will have.” 

Your lips purse in wait for the kiss he seemingly promises you but it never comes instead his head dips down to kiss at your jaw and then your neck. While you're pleased with it, a quiet hum leaving you, you want a real kiss.

“Jason, please” you sigh out. 

“A princess does not plead,” he breathes against your ear, it's almost a chide, a reminder of your standing, of how he has you in spite of it. He pulls back and finally kisses you sweetly. 

It's a short kiss and he sits back up, flecks of sun through the trees suddenly glitter in your eyes. You follow him to start pulling the food from the basket. You lay it out across the blanket as he pulls out a knife and starts peeling an apple.

“You're going to meet with the prince.” He says quietly as you sort the other fruit, cheese, and bread in a pretty display.

“No,” you shake your head, “I think I talked Mother down from it.”

“I wasn't asking, highness,” he tells you, “I passed by the king and queen as they spoke. The prince is already on his way.”

An upset nerve works its way up your spin, “I'm not meeting with him.” You huff.

“Princess,” he says gently and you can tell he's trying to placate you, “you still have a duty. You must meet with him.”

“I will not marry him,” you argue and when you meet his eye, you find sadness there.

“Mother said she wants me to marry someone I care about. I do not care about that prince.”

“But you could care about him.” You drag up the hem of your dress and move yourself close to him. Your hands come up to his face and your fingers drag over the skin of his cheek, scars from earning his place at the palace and unintentionally in your life.

“I care about you, do you understand? I don't care about some prince. I care about you, I want you.”

He leans forward, pressing his forhead against yours, “I want you too. But you are the princess. Meet with him if only to not start a war.”

“very well, but know I will be thinking of you the entire time.” you kiss him once more and settle back down. He offers you a bare slice of apple and you take it pleased. You settle it amongst Your spread food and hold your hand out for another.

He laughs at you but hands you slice after slice until the apple is gone. You wipe your hands on your frock and lean back against him so he can see.

“pretty, isn't it?” You don't wait for an answer, tipping your head to look at him, “will you hold me, jason?”

His arms curl around you and he presses a kiss on your temple, “as you wish, my darling.”

_________

Masterlist

[joonie-beanie]

Roommates [Diluc/Reader + Kaeya/Reader College AU]

Diluc and the Reader are roommates with an open third bedroom, and when the rental company assigns them a third roommate that happens to be Kaeya--Diluc's childhood ex-best friend--a series of drama ensues. And as the reader puts herself in the middle, attempting to help mend the rift in their relationship, her relationship with the two men progresses in turn. (But who ever said progress was linear?)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Friends with Benefits, Poly Endgame, f!reader

Words: ~185k (34 chapters - complete)

Note: Obviously, posting 34 chapters/185k words to tumblr would be...a lot. But, I adore this fic, so I'm going to post some of my favorite snippets below to ✨entice✨ you. Read the whole fic on AO3

Chapter 1: Humble Beginnings

You’re just finishing up your break when you feel your phone begin to buzz in your pocket. The only reason you answer is because the caller ID tells you it’s Diluc.

“Hey, I’m at work and my break is ending, what’s—”

“Homicide has never seemed so tempting.”

You pause, staring at your phone with a great amount of concern. Pulling it away from your ear, you check the time.

“Um…my shift will be over in an hour. Can you…wait to commit manslaughter until I get home? Does this have to do with our new roommate?”

Diluc scoffs, and you can hear him pacing around his room.

“Yeah, the bastard is moving his stuff in right now.”

You wince. “Bad first impression?”

“Far from the first,” Diluc responds, making you even more confused. “But the impression is still bad.”

You sigh, ducking farther into the kitchen where your manager won’t be able to see you. The last thing you want is to get caught taking a phone call at work, but dropping the call seems like a bad idea. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard Diluc this upset before.

“Do you…wanna explain what’s going on? Why are you so mad?”

There’s a long, frustrated exhale. Diluc remains quiet for a moment, then—

“A while ago I mentioned that I had a best friend in childhood, but we had a falling out, yes?”

“Yeah. I think his name was…Kaeya, right?”

“Well…,” Diluc moves to his closed bedroom door and opens it a sliver. He can see across the living room and down the short hall at the other end of the apartment. Boxes litter the hallway, and he can hear Kaeya moving things around the previously vacant room. The one directly across from yours.

“He’s our new roommate?” you guess, noting his silence. There’s an affirmative grunt. You feel your heart drop—sympathetic for Diluc.

“I mean…if you can’t stand the guy, we could always talk to the apartment management. Obviously I don’t want you to have to live with someone who will only bring you stress…”

Diluc makes a sound, like he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t want to let this whole thing get to him as badly as it is, but…it’s Kaeya. And he’s their new roommate. Diluc has to live with him. And the school year doesn’t end…FOR 8 MONTHS.

“Diluc?” you ask, worried at his lack of response. A moment later you hear the jingle of his keys, and the sound of a door being opened.

“I need a drink,” he says, and if you weren’t worried before, then you certainly are now.

Chapter 3: Budding Relationships

“Do you think,” Kaeya starts a few days later, settling down on the couch beside you. “Diluc would be alright if I stopped by Angel’s Share on Halloween? I hear that they have quite the reputation for their holiday festivities, and I know a few people who are going to be there.”

You silently consider his question, watching as he steals the other half of your blanket, and throws it over his lap. You debate shoving your cold toes beneath his butt, but decide against it.

“As long as you’re a paying customer, I doubt he will care,” you say honestly. “He takes his job seriously, and on a busy night like Halloween, I don’t think he’ll pay you much mind. You know, so long as you don’t cause any trouble.”

Kaeya hums, posing a hand beneath his chin.

“What counts as “trouble”?”

You flash him an unimpressed stare. He smiles innocently.

“Trouble like…flirting with people and making them uncomfortable, starting a fight, or breaking glasses, plates, yourself, or others.”

Kaeya is silent for a moment.

“…I think I can manage that. After all, most people only crave more once I start flirting with them.”

You roll your eyes at his comment, gently kicking against his thigh. Kaeya laughs, grinning at you.

“What? I’m not lying.”

“You are such an egotist,” you huff. You grip onto the blanket, preparing to pull it off of him as punishment, but he stops you from doing so. His hand finds your ankle though the soft fabric of the blanket, and he holds you tightly, stopping you, or the blanket, from going anywhere.

“I like to think I’m simply confident,” he says, holding your gaze. His cerulean eyes are unwavering, and he gives your ankle a squeeze. Your cheeks warm in response to the action, as you realize that this is the first time you and Kaeya have been so close.

It doesn’t feel strange, and you don’t dislike it either, but…you’re certainly caught off guard.

“Would you run if I approached, Y/N?”

He grins, expectant of your response. He’s trying to tease you, you realize, and you refuse to let him get away with it so easily.

“Maybe if I didn’t know you, I’d stay,” you say, tugging your foot from his grasp with a pleased smile. His hand had gone slack at your comment—your words taking a second to fully soak into his brain. A sound of disbelief bubbles from his throat.

“Wait, so you’re saying you’d run because you know me?”

The shit eating grin you attempt to hide behind the blanket is telling enough. He grabs the pillow beside him and tosses it at you. It smacks you between the eyes before tumbling over your head, and the sound of distress you make causes him to laugh.

“You’re such a little brat.”

Chapter 7: Fight and Flight

“You can’t blame me for everything, Diluc. I didn’t kill Crepus. I made bad decisions, I acted in ways that I shouldn’t have, because I was lost, and confused, and trying to deny the reality I lived in, but…I’m not the catalyst to all your problems. Just because we fought doesn’t give you the right to make me a scapegoat for the rest of our li—”

“Is this your attempt at an apology?” Diluc interrupts him, voice carefully measured. His hand drops from Kaeya’s shirt, his gaze mindlessly boring into the space between them as his fist clenches at his side.

“If so, it’s shit.”

He’s nearly shaking—struggling to contain the barrage of emotions that assault him.

“Listen, I’m sorry,” Kaeya says, sincere, but the words only make Diluc’s chest sting.

In the past, Diluc had imagined that when Kaeya finally said those words to him—if he ever did—he’d finally feel peace. He’d attain closure. He would stop feeling hate, and sorrow at any thought of his father.

But the words don’t heal his wound.

Because Kaeya isn’t the cause of his suffering.

He’s known this for a while, now, but the reality of it is a pill that he can’t swallow. After all, if the blame doesn’t lie on Kaeya, then that means their severed ties are Diluc’s fault. If he hadn’t acted so rashly after their fight in the manor—if he had listened to Adeline—had actually allowed himself to properly grieve, to sit back and breathe, and process everything—it’s very likely that they would still be friends.

In the end, it’s Diluc who chose not to return to school. It’s Diluc who deleted Kaeya’s number from his contacts, and forbade the house staff from inviting Kaeya to Crepus’ funeral. It’s Diluc who stands here now, refusing to look at Kaeya because he knows he’s spent years directing his spite at the other, spinning his everlasting grief into anger that is, undoubtedly, directed at the wrong person.

There’s no one to blame for the death of his father. (Whichever god made it downpour that fateful day, perhaps—sending Crepus’ car skidding, and flipping across wet pavement until the car frame crumpled, and pinned his father inside.)

But there is someone to blame for the situation the two of them find themselves in now, and it’s Diluc.

Finally, Diluc forces the pill down his own throat.

Instantly, the anger inside of him is extinguished—replaced with a guilt so heavy that he feels like he may puke.

“—the timing was fucked, we shouldn’t have fought but—,” Kaeya grabs him by his shirt, and Diluc realizes that Kaeya has been talking this whole time. He hasn’t heard a word of it.

“—you can’t keep—,” it’s then that Diluc finally looks up at Kaeya, and immediately, Kaeya’s words die on his tongue. Diluc has never looked so broken—unshed tears resting on his lower lashes, his throat tight, and chest shaking beneath Kaeya’s grasp as he struggles to breathe.

He’s panicking under the weight of his sins—his hard exterior torn away—and Kaeya can see it all.

Chapter 9: Final Hurdle

You’d been so caught up with studying this afternoon that you’d forgotten to buy a proper lunch on campus—instead snacking on granola bar from a vending machine just before your afternoon final. And considering you’d been too concerned with cramming in more studying when you’d arrived home, it’d completely slipped your mind to eat dinner…

 It’s no wonder you feel like shit.

Pulling your door open, you fumble your way into the dark kitchen—too tired to even attempt finding the light switch on the wall. Right now, your only concern is getting some more water and some food, and you’re pretty sure you can manage such a small feat without any light.

…at least, on a normal day you could. Tonight, however, you’re feeling pretty out of it, so when you take one step too close to the sink—your knee knocking into the cupboard beneath the basin—your legs immediately give out beneath you.

Instinctively, you grapple for the counter. One of your hands manages to get a grip, but your strength fails you, and you go falling to your knees. The weight of your body hitting the floor successfully rattles the empty beer bottles Kaeya has lined up near the fridge, and one of them tips over—rolling off the counter.

It hits the ground with a loud clatter, but thankfully doesn’t splinter into a million pieces.

…unlike your sanity.

Tired, and hungry, and frustrated with yourself, you simply lean your head forward, your forehead knocking against the cupboard as you sit there, trying to piece yourself back together. Your head goes blank for a second—your sleep-riddled mind begging you to just get some rest already—and unconsciously, you pick up on the creak of a door opening nearby.

“Y/N?”

It takes you a moment to register the sound of Diluc’s voice, and the thud of his bare feet hurriedly padding across the wooden floor. A hand lands on your shoulder, and when warm fingers skim against your face—cupping your cheek, and turning your head to the side—you finally manage to open your eyes.

The amount of concern painted across Diluc’s face makes your heart crack, and finally, the stress that you’ve been attempting to play off overwhelms you.

Tears blot your eyes.

“What happened?” he asks, his gaze scanning over your crumpled form for a sign of any injuries. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just—,” your voice catches in your throat, fisted hand lifting to wipe at your cheeks as tears topple past your bottom lashes. “—I’m sick of finals. I wanna pass, but it feels like it’s hopeless, and I’m tired.”

Diluc frowns, his thumb swiping across your dampened skin.

“Hey, it’s okay—you’ll be fine.”

“But—”

“You’ve just been pushing yourself too hard,” he tells you, sitting himself on the floor beside you. He shifts his hand to cradle the back of your head, his other arm hugging around your waist, and in one smooth motion, you find yourself cradled against his chest.

Seeking comfort, you immediately wrap your arms around him, hiding your face against his collarbone. Your torso shakes as you try, and fail, to stop yourself from crying.

Chapter 13: Snow-Covered Memories

“I saw his portrait,” you quietly respond, motioning your head towards the frame on the wall. “It was the first time I’ve seen a picture of him, but I connected the dots since the resemblance is uncanny.”

Diluc breathes a laugh at that, stroking his fingers against his chin. 

“Should I grow a goatee?”

“You’d look handsome regardless,” you tell him without thinking, flashing him a smile. A small look of surprise flashes in Diluc’s eyes, but it passes quickly, and he thanks you while moving to set Crepus’ journal back in its appropriate spot on the desk.

“There were some notes about you and Kaeya in there. It’s clear he was fond of you both.”

“He’d probably be a little disappointed knowing what all happened between us after he died,” Diluc responds, sighing to himself. Immediately, you reach over and grab his hand. You give it a firm squeeze, catching his gaze.

“I think he’d be proud that you and Kaeya were able to talk and reconcile. I can’t imagine him being anything but proud of you, Diluc. He…I mean, he’s your father. He loved you, and always will. Unconditionally.”

Diluc is still, for a moment, words escaping him. Then, you feel a tug on your hand, and suddenly your face is against Diluc’s chest—his arms wrapping tightly around you. You can smell the earthy scent of his cologne, and when you adjust the angle of your head so your cheek is flush against his sweater instead of your nose, you swear you can hear the thumping of his heart.

Despite being caught off guard by his sudden show of affection, you immediately accept it—hugging him in return. You’re trying to figure out what silly comment you should say to abate your own nerves when Diluc finally speaks up.

“I love you,” he says.

Your heart leaps violently, and for a moment, you swear the earth stops spinning.

He…

Your fingers grip his sweater a little tighter, and you feel blood rushing to your face.

He’s never said that before. 

Why is he saying it now? What is he thinking? Has something changed? He’s typically not so affectionate, and he sounds so genuine. Does that mean that maybe he—

“I love you too,” you respond, your voice nearly a whisper. The words come out before you even realize that you’re speaking—a little part of your brain forcing them out of you, knowing that if you wait too long to say it back, it will make your words seem insincere. As if you’re only saying them back because he’d said them first. But god, that would be the farthest thing from the truth, because you adore him so wholly. Just being here, hugging him like this, feeling his warmth beneath your fingertips—makes you ache with affection.

Chapter 16: A Bard's Wisdom

“I can feel you staring, princess. Something on your mind?”

Ah, shit. 

You feel blood rush into your face. Right, you’ve been looking at him this whole time…

Taking a deep breath, you attempt to remain cool despite being caught. As much as you want to leave it be, you don’t think you’ll be satisfied if you do. You need Kaeya to clarify.

“Do you remember New Year’s Eve?” you ask, your eyes still following Kaeya as he moves over to snag a bag of chips from atop the fridge—finished PB&J sandwich in his grasp.

“Mhmm, how could I forget?”

Right, you’d had a breakdown…

“Well…I remembered that you offered to be a distraction for me, and—,” you feel a jolt of nervousness, but you push through it, “…I guess I was just wondering…what kind of distraction were you talking about?”

Kaeya doesn’t even hesitate with his answer.

“Whatever kind of distraction you want it to be.”

He’s not even looking at you as he says it—too busy frowning at his chip options. Not finding anything he wants, he huffs and grabs a can of soda from the fridge instead. 

Still standing in the same spot you’ve been since walking in, it takes your mind a second to catch up to what he’s said.

When it finally sinks in, you can’t help but scowl.

“That doesn’t really answer my question.”

“I believe it does,” Kaeya responds coolly. With his lunch finally put together, he moves to sit at the kitchen table. He’s just about to take a bite of his sandwich when you speak up again.

“No, it really doesn’t. A “distraction” could be taken in so many ways. I just want to make sure I’m not misinterpreting what you’re saying—”

“You wouldn’t be able to do that, because there's no chance to misinterpret the meaning when anything is on the table,” he cuts you off, his gaze finally finding yours. He looks calm—like an open book, with nothing to hide—and it catches you off guard, seeing him so serious for once. You suppose you’re grateful he’s not teasing you when you’ve gathered all your courage to ask him but…this side of him is a little off putting. Because if he says that, then that means…

“Anything…?”

Kaeya, who has somehow managed to eat a majority of his sandwich in the few seconds you’ve been quiet (how do guys eat so fast? ) takes his final few bites and swig of soda before answering.

“I offered to be a distraction, and I’m leaving it up to you to decide what kind of distraction you’d want me to be,” he says. Pushing up from his chair, he tosses his plate in the trash, and then steps closer to you. You almost want to run, when his eye catches yours once more. 

“But if you need me to spell it out, then yes—fucking could also count as a distraction.”

Chapter 17: The Distraction

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