#bow down to the OTP

[apvucyc]

MadoHomu is cool yeah, but I think adding a third gives it some more flavor that it simply won't have otherwise and I will try to sell you on this

Exhibit 1)MadoHomuSaya

This one is fun, real fun, especially so if you spin it in the "most loops she hates me" Homura mindset

A lot of Homura is about looking into the past and learning from it, so if she hammers it into herself, that there's no way Sayaka would tolerate her, that there is no way for them to coexist? That, is very fun

There is the devil angle as well, where Homura gets to have double the guilt of both tying Madoka down AND making Sayaka, who despises her, get involved with her? Really, really fun

Pre loop this ship is just... Really cute, Sayaka and Madoka acting as Homura's protector, one from the mundane while the other from the magical? Super cute

There is also a wraith arc dynamic of the grounded angel (c'mon, she has Madoka's bow AND wings, grounded angel!), the goddess and her right hand angel, maybe both of them sending some signals to Homura so she fights on...

Exhibit 2) KyoMadoHomu

This? This is just plain cute

KyoHomu is... A lot of fun, just love their dynamic so much, adding KyoMado onto that? With the already existing MadoHomu? Perfection

Moemura and Kyoko have a shit ton of fun potential, having Madoka added into it just pushes it even further beyond, Madoka of course being the lead in their relationship

Loopmura having the most trust in Kyoko... Delicious when you add her inherent care for Madoka? Homura, trusting Kyoko to look over Madoka, letting her entire reason to live to Kyoko? Madoka who opens the shell for both of these girls, gripping it and not letting them close up again, not letting them go back into it? Kyoko actually opening up to both of them, letting them in and showing her soft side? Simply, delicious

Wraith arc Kyoko believing Homura and being the only other believer in Madoka? Just shoot me instead

Exhibit 3) MadoMamiHomu

Might just be my OTP

They're just so cute...

Pre loop this ship is just... So darn... Adorable

I have been converted to this by "the soulmate timeline" on ao3, which started with me being drawn into the possibility by "Anti-Mitakihara materials"

Mami having two girls to look after and teach, having two girls who love her, having two girls who care and won't leave her? Madoka both having a teacher and a peer, seeing a girl improve in real time and just being delighted at her company, having two people put her above anything else? Moemura being taken care of, having two people actually CARE about her, having two people delight at her growth?

Woaw...

And of course there's THAT timeline...

It just elevates the ship so much, you don't even know, the potential, the disenchantment Homura carries, yet still, somehow, seeing the best in Mami, despite her attempted murder, despite how fragile she is at the reality of witches, despite her consistently pulling Madoka into this life, despite her not believing Homura? Oh my god being tortured would hurt less

A bonus 4ple just for funsies) KyoMadoHomuSaya

It's gay yearning squared need I say more?

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

what if i have big boobs and a small heart?

luke hughes x f!reader social media au

warnings: swearing, use of 'manwhore', allusions to sex

fc: steph bohrer

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ynofficial: j-dog strikes again

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colecaufield: HEART, NOT BOOBS 📢

ynofficial: let's all bow down to preacher jack🧎

colecaufield: he's my summer entertainment

dylanduke25: you'll have to excuse my brother in law's behaviour, he does this sometimes. you just have to reset him by giving his fake tooth a wiggle

ynofficial: 💀

lhughes_06: duker what happened to the definitions?

dylanduke25: 'forgetting' - a failure to recall information

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trevorzegras: i think i just pulled something trying not to laugh

lhughes_06: jackhughes you know it's bad when z points it out

_quinnhughes: i can confirm that was my live reaction

markestapa: my my he's done it again

ynofficial: my friend my pal my buddy

markestapa: YOU TALKIN TO ME? YOU TALKIN TO ME?

ynofficial: well who the hell else am i talking to

markestapa: we're really funny

ynofficial: the pranks? the laughs?

markestapa: between me and you?

ynofficial: ah!!!

edwards.73: YOU'RE ON VACATION WITHOUT ME?????

lhughes_06: you're in nj????? at dev camp?????

edwards.73: SEMANTICS

ynofficial: if it helps it's only duker, gavo, me, luke and mark now

edwards.73: it doesn't

ynofficial: you'll get over it😘

jackhughes: fuck

ynofficial: brace yourself. i'm never letting it go

_quinnhughes: he could do with being taken down a few pegs

lhughes_06: and what better way than a future s.i.l with no contractual obligations?

ynofficial: you make it seem like i'm unemployed

lhughes_06: you know you could be...😘

ynofficial: I DON'T NEED YOUR MONEY OKAY

ynofficial: I DON'T NEED TO RELY ON A MAN FOR FINANCIAL AID

lhughes_06: aid???? YOU'RE MY GIRLFRIEND I LIKE TAKING CARE OF YOU

markestapa: rare otp crumbs 😲 

dylanduke25: OTP OTP OTP

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ynofficial: but what happens if i have big boobs and a small heart jackhughes?

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nolan_moyle: immediately that is incorrect

ynofficial: TREAD CAREFULLY MOYLE I HAVE BOOBS OKAY

nolan_moyle: i was in fact ☝️not talking about your boobs

markestapa: i'm honoured to be featured but you're the biggest liar in the world

dylanduke25: THAT GIRL IS A SOFTIE

edwards.73: well spoken

ynofficial: i will have you know that i am NOT a softie 🤨

_quinnhughes: i beg to fucking differ

ynofficial: QUINN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HAVE MY BACK

_quinnhughes: then i'm switching sides

ynofficial: 😨

jackhughes: I WAS HAMMERED THEN OKAY.

jackhughes: also you probably have the biggest heart out of everyone i've ever met

ynofficial: shut the hell up i do not

markestapa: to answer your question though, i think you'd just be a baddie

ynofficial: are you saying i'm not a baddie then

markestapa: you're a different kind of baddie honey 💛💛

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lhughes_06: an appreciation post for the biggest baddie with the biggest heart

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markestapa: you missed the boob part

lhughes_06: dude

ynofficial: mark has a point, do i not have boobs?

ynofficial: ample?

lhughes_06: i don't know how to answer that on social media

dylanduke25: ample: large and accommodating/plentiful

lhughes_06: LET'S ALL STOP TALKING ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND'S BOOBS

jackhughes: are you jelly?

lhughes_06: you're the last person who gets to ask me that after what you just said

jackhughes: have a little brother they said 😐 you can bully him they said 😐 it'll be fun they said 😐

_quinnhughes: i'm literally living proof of that not being true wtf are you on

adamfantilli: question 🤔

lhughes_06: oh dear

adamfantilli: are cheesy speeches genetic? or was it a fluke?

lhughes_06: i think i'm offended

_quinnhughes: ouch

trevorzegras: LOL 😛

ynofficial: i had that thought and with experience luke usually says 'fuck shit up' and quinn says 'expose their weaknesses, flash luke, i'll point at the ocean to distract mark and then spike the ball. also, if we win, i'll buy you alcohol for the next month'...so jack is probably the fluke

bradytkachuk: i can confirm this is true yes

colecaufield: that does sound pretty accurate

trevorzegras: _quinnhughes YOU BRIBE UNDERAGE CHILDREN WITH ALCOHOL?????

_quinnhughes: i also know a lot of your secrets and i happen to be incredibly persuasive 😬

trevorzegras: was that a threat?

ynofficial: YES LMAO

edwards.73: so in conclusion, y/n is a soft baddie and the boob thing is inconclusive????

ynofficial: i totally forgot about the point of this post

lhughes_06: love to know my efforts go unrecognised ❤️

ynofficial: i don't have to show it on social media 😘

lhughes_06: tis true 😊

rutgermcgroarty: OTP 📣 OTP 📣

markestapa: private but not secret will always have my heart

luca.fantilli: he says swiping at the photos of them making out and shoving them in both luke's and y/n's faces telling them how cute they are and that they should post more couple content

markestapa: how tf do you know what i'm doing

luca.fantilli: there's a groupchat

markestapa: WITHOUT ME IN IT????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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lhughes_06: this is how we do ☀️😎

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jackhughes: 😎🫣🔥🤝

_alexturcotte: court marshaled

g.brindley4: Behaviour.

ynofficial: hot hot hot

lhughes_06: all you you you

markestapa: flirty flirty flirty

trevorzegras: baby hughes is smooth smooth smooth 😮‍💨

jackhughes: 🙄🙄

dylanduke25: is pitcure #1 proof that boobs do indeed win?

g.brindley4: YNOFFICIAL WAS TAKING THE PIC SO YES!!!!!

edwards.73: luke hughes boob guy confirmed 🤫🤫

ynofficial: your curls will be the death of me

lhughes_06: 😊😊😊😊

matthewknies: they'll be the death of me too 😔

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ynofficial: just told these 4 goobers that they've all been 'so bf' recently and luke walked away from me, mark literally FROZE and eddy and duker just...got it

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ynofficial: side note: luke heard me tell this to mark and i've never seen the man look so ready to punch his friend before

markestapa: i was about to use my pims to defend myself

ynofficial: channel your inner rocky

markestapa: NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT

edwards.73: i think sometimes you should back down and go home

ynofficial: 😧😧

lhughes_06: in my defence, i was in the middle of playing golf

ynofficial: which is ridiculous because it was literally dark

_quinnhughes: yeah i don't remember still being there in the dark

ynofficial: that's because...

lhughes_06: no

lhughes_06: stop don't

jackhughes: now that i think about it i don't remember still being there either????

ynofficial: erm

dylanduke25: ew so you and luke were on a dark golf course with a buggy by yourself????? you disgust me

ynofficial: WE WEREN'T DOING THAT

lhughes_06: we were chatting shit but now that you mention it, thanks for the idea

jackhughes: 🤮🤮

_quinnhughes: don't pretend like you haven't done worse mr hot tub time machine 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

ynofficial: i can never watch that film again

edwards.73: me and duker are just 💪 that 💪 good 💪

dylanduke25: PERIOD 😤😤

ynofficial: it's true, you are

nolan_moyle: nblanks98 you look so bf all the time

ynofficial: yk what i think you're 10000% correct with that nolan

nolan_moyle: thank you 😊😊

nblanks98: aw 🥰

umichhockey: admin would like to agree with you

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jackhughes: have i been 'bf' lately?

ynofficial: you've been more 'manwhore' lately

_quinnhughes: ynofficial you're my favourite non-hughes

lhughes_06: when i marry her will she be the favourite hughes?

_quinnhughes: out of my siblings? absolutely

ynofficial: i'm SO honoured

ynofficial: _quinnhughes also you've been very bf lately, i don't tell you often

_quinnhughes: it's the hoodies isn't it?

ynofficial: and the fact that your cuddles are just *chef's kiss*

jackhughes: i give good cuddles too i'll have you know

lhughes_06: jackhughes you're not coming near her with a ten foot pole

ynofficial: you do jackhughes

ynofficial: what

lhughes_06: what

ynofficial: jack's given me hugs before

jackhughes: yeah

lhughes_06: why

ynofficial: he broke up with his girlfriend????

lhughes_06: JACK HAD A GIRLFRIEND?????

_quinnhughes: WHEN WAS THIS???????

jackhughes: ynofficial thank you for that

ynofficial: i'm so sorry oops

markestapa: you've been so gf lately

ynofficial: thank you bestie

edwards.73: what does that mean?

ynofficial: (i don't know)

lhughes_06: should i be threatened right now? i don't feel it but i feel like i should be iykwim

[elryuse]

Yandere snsd otp 9 please there obsessed with there adopted little brother reader

MY STEPSISTER IS OBSESSED WITH ME

Yandere SNSD OT9 X Male Reader

The plane touched down in Incheon, a cold wave of dread washing over me. My parents, the people I trusted most, had ripped the rug from under my feet. They'd sold me, their own son, to a rich family in Korea. Betrayal gnawed at me, a bitter pill I couldn't swallow.

A man in a chauffeur's uniform held a placard with my new name, a Korean name I didn't recognize. He led me to a sleek black car, and the entire ride was a blur of towering skyscrapers and neon signs spewing unfamiliar words. Finally, the car pulled up to a colossal mansion that looked more like a palace.

My jaw dropped as I stepped out. A maid bowed, ushering me inside. There, I found them. Nine girls, impossibly beautiful, clad in luxurious clothes, faces a mix of curiosity and disdain.

"This is our new… brother," the one with the fiercest eyes announced, her voice dripping with ice. Jessica, they'd introduced her later, with a coldness in her eyes that sent shivers down my spine.

"Yoona," a girl with doe-like eyes scolded softly. "Be nice." Sooyoung, her name tag read. The only one who seemed to show a shred of genuine warmth.

The first few weeks were a blur of isolation and silent judgment. I became a ghost, flitting through the edges of their seemingly perfect lives, cleaning their mess, fetching things, and basically acting like their servant. They treated me with indifference, their conversations laced with inside jokes and references I didn't understand.

One rainy night, as I drove them back from a late-night practice, a reckless driver ran a red light. The car swerved, tires screeching. The world became a chaotic blur before everything went dark.

I woke up in a hospital bed, my body a map of aches and pains. But the pain was a mere whisper compared to the sight that greeted me. Nine worried faces surrounded my bed, concern etching lines on their flawless faces.

"Y/n! You're awake!" the one with the soft voice, Yoona, cried, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Tiffany, a girl with bright eyes and a seemingly warm smile, held my hand tightly. "You scared the living shit out of us. Don't you ever do that again."

The others, the girls who used to ignore me, surrounded me with a flurry of questions and frantic care. It was overwhelming, this sudden shift in their behavior. Yet, a part of me felt...warm. A flicker of hope ignited in my chest.

Days turned into weeks, and my stay at the hospital became an unexpected haven. They showered me with affection, bringing me my favorite takeout, singing me silly songs in butchered Korean to cheer me up, and even reading me Korean bedtime stories – their attempts hilariously endearing.

As I recovered, I learned more about them, about SNSD, their dream, their struggles. Their ambition, once cold and distant, became something I admired. I found myself drawn to their passion, their love for music, and most unsettlingly, to them.

One afternoon, while they were recording, I sat in their practice room, captivated by the raw emotions they poured into their song. As the last note faded, a heavy silence descended. Then, Yoona spoke, her voice trembling.

"Y/n, W-we…" she began, then stopped, tears welling up in her eyes. "We were terrible sisters. We took you for granted."

Taeyeon, the fierce leader, stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You became our family, Y/n. And we scared you away. We… we can't lose you again."

Her words unraveled something within me. I realized I wasn't just drawn to their world; I was trapped. Their love, once suffocating, was now a possessive cage woven from concern and affection.

I looked at their faces, each beautiful in its own way, and a horrifying truth dawned on me. They were obsessed. Not with me as a brother, but as something… more. A possession to be cherished, protected, and never let go of. The warmth I felt earlier turned icy cold, a knot of fear tightening in my stomach.

They were my family, my saviors, but also my captors. A twisted family bound by a love that had crossed the line, and I, Y/n, the unwanted son, was now their prisoner in a gilded cage.

The following days solidified my fear. My room was adorned with SNSD posters, their schedules plastered across my desk like religious icons. My phone was replaced with one monitored by Sooyoung, under the guise of 'keeping me safe.' Sunny, the bubbly one, would burst into tears if I mentioned leaving for a walk. Hyoyeon, the dance machine, started following me everywhere, a silent, watchful shadow.

At night, the nightmares began. I'd wake up in a cold sweat, the scent of lilies – their favorite flower – thick in the air. A single lily would be placed on my nightstand, a silent promise of their obsessive love.

One evening, I managed to sneak my old phone out of my bag. With trembling fingers, I dialed a random international number. A voice, rough with sleep, answered on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Mom? Dad? It's me Y/n." Relief flooded me, a lifeline thrown across a vast ocean of despair.

But before I could speak further, the door creaked open. Taeyeon stood there, her face a mask of fury. The phone clattered to the floor, the sound of my shattered hope echoing in the silence.

"Who were you talking to?" Her voice was laced with venom.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "M-my parents. I just wanted to…"

"You don't need anyone else," Tiffany cut in, her eyes blazing with a possessive glint. "You have us."

They surrounded me, a suffocating wall of beautiful faces. Yoona, ever the gentle one, held a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

"This will help you sleep, Y/n. No more bad dreams."

Panic clawed at my throat. I lunged for the door, but Jessica was already there, her grip like iron. A struggle ensued, a pathetic fight against nine determined women. In the end, they subdued me, the syringe finding its mark on my arm.

The world dissolved into a hazy blur. As darkness claimed me, I heard their voices, a chilling chorus that echoed in the recesses of my mind.

"Don't worry, Y/n. You're safe now. You'll never leave us again."

I woke up strapped to a bed, the sterile white room a stark contrast to the opulent prison I called home. An IV dripped into my arm, a constant reminder of my captivity.

On the bedside table sat a bouquet of lilies, their cloying scent filling the air. Despair washed over me, a cold, suffocating wave. There was no escape. I was a prisoner in a gilded cage, a plaything for nine beautiful, deranged women who called themselves my sisters. The once-distant dream of freedom now felt like a cruel joke. My new reality was a life sentence of love, a love so twisted it could only be called obsession.

To Be Continued

[sofya-fanfics]

I Would Have Preferred To Spend Valentine's Day With You

Fandom : Ranma ½

Relationship : Ranma x Akane

My Year of the OTP 2025 contribution for the prompt : Valentine’s Day.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Akane took the chocolates out of the fridge and smiled. They were finally ready. She had been studying this recipe for several days. She had even asked Kasumi to help her and she was proud of the result. She was impatient to give them to Ranma.

Disclaimer : Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.

@yearoftheotpevent

AO3 / FF.NET

Akane took the chocolates out of the fridge and smiled. They were finally ready. She had been studying this recipe for several days. She had even asked Kasumi to help her and she was proud of the result. She put them in a small light blue bag and closed it with a dark blue bow. She had not tasted them, for once she was sure she had succeeded. She was impatient to give them to Ranma.

She took her bag, left the kitchen and headed for the dojo. She had heard him say that he wanted to train. She entered the dojo, but he was not there. Akane frowned. Had she been in the kitchen for so long ? Usually, she had to force him out of the dojo to stop training. She went back into the house and passed Kasumi who was carrying the laundry basket.

“Do you know where Ranma is ?”

“Are your chocolates ready ? Are you going to give them to him ?”

Akane blushed and shook her head violently.

“That's not why I want to see him !”

Kasumi smiled affectionately at her.

“I asked him if he could take a book back to Doctor Tofu for me. He shouldn't be long.”

She headed out to the garden to hang out the laundry. Akane smiled, she could meet Ranma halfway and give him her chocolates. At least there would not be the family watching them. That was a much better idea, she thought.

She made her way to Doctor Tofu's office, but she did not run into Ranma. The doctor had told her that he had taken the book back to him and that he had left. She looked at the time and noticed that it was past noon. She sighed. She should have known that if he did not eat at home, he would have lunch at Ucchan. And since it was Valentine's Day, she was sure Ukyo would try to keep him by stuffing him with heart-shaped okonomiyakis. And Ranma loved her okonomiyakis too much to refuse.

She made her way to Ucchan. She was almost there when she saw the door to the restaurant explode and Kodachi come out laughing. She left, calling out “Ranma-sama !” and leaving black rose petals behind her. Ukyo came out, holding her giant spatula, ready to fight Kodachi who was already far away.

“Ukyo, are you okay ?”

Even though she was also engaged to Ranma, Akane considered her a friend despite their rivalry.

“She almost blew up my restaurant and scared Ran-chan away !”

She went back into the restaurant and Akane followed her. She opened her eyes wide when she saw the room that looked like a real battlefield. The chairs and tables were overturned and there were black rose petals absolutely everywhere.

“It's going to take me hours to tidy everything up,” Ukyo said on the verge of tears. “I'm never going to be able to open today.”

“I'll help you.”

Akane would feel guilty if she left her to fend for herself in this mess. She would give Ranma her chocolates later.

******

Akane left the Ucchan after helping Ukyo put everything back in place. If she had not been there, poor Ukyo would have taken all day. To thank her, she had offered okonomiyakis for her and her family, not forgetting the heart-shaped one for “Ran-chan”.

Akane walked a little further down a few streets. She had just seen Ranma in the distance, who had transformed into a girl and was being chased by Kuno who was holding a huge bouquet of roses. She decided it was time to go home. She sighed, disappointed. She had not been able to give him her chocolates, but at least she would be able to when he would come back for dinner. Valentine's Day would not be over yet. She dawdled downtown for a bit, looking at the shop windows. Then, she went through the park to go home. That was when she saw Ranma with Shampoo. She did not see any good coming of all this. She got closer and she heard Ranma saying :

“Shampoo, I love you.”

“Airen, me being so happy !”

Shampoo threw herself into his arms. Akane felt tears well up in her eyes. He had told Shampoo that he loved her ! That sentence echoed in her head. She thought she was going to be sick.

“Ranma !” She exclaimed.

He turned to her, looking both guilty and terrified. He managed to free himself from Shampoo's grip. Akane did not know whether to burst into tears or burst into anger.

“Akane, it's not what you think !”

She turned on her heel and walked away. She did not want to listen to him. He loved Shampoo, she had heard it clearly.

“Akane, I love you !”

She looked at him, furious. Ranma put his hands over his mouth and blushed.

“You're making fun of me,” she said. “Ranma no baka !”

She punched him hard, sending him flying. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She ran away.

******

Akane was sitting on the roof of her house, her legs curled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her knees. She could not stop thinking about what had happened with Ranma. She had never been so hurt. She glanced at the bag of chocolate she had placed next to her. She did not know why she had not thrown it away. She buried her face in her knees, feeling her tears well up again.

“Is this where you were hiding ? I’ve been looking for you for hours.”

“Go away, Ranma.”

She did not want him to see how hurt she had been.

“You got mad before I could explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain.”

“You are as stubborn as a mule.”

She heard him sit down next to her, but she refused to look at him.

“Shampoo made me eat magic chocolates. I don’t know what was in them, but whenever I saw someone, I told them : I love you.”

Akane raised her head and looked at him. He seemed sincere and it would not surprise her that Shampoo had managed to make him eat something so dangerous.

“I even told Mrs. Fukuhara that I loved her.”

Akane smiled. Mrs. Fukuhara was their eighty-year-old neighbor who strangely had a soft spot for Genma.

“Are these Valentine’s Day chocolates ?” He asked, grabbing the bag.

“Didn’t you get enough chocolates from your other fiancées ?”

Ranma frowned.

“Don't you think I would have preferred to spend Valentine's Day with you ?”

He blushed. Akane opened her eyes wide, not expecting that kind of statement. She was just as red as he was. Ranma tried to pull himself together and as if nothing had happened, he opened the bag and swallowed a chocolate.

“Did you bake them ?”

Akane nodded and a huge smile lit up her face.

“Do you like them ? You can eat them all, I baked them just for you.”

If he had listened to himself, he would have refused to eat another one. They were both hard and doughy and he wondered what she had done to make them taste like vinegar. But he did not want to see her sad again because of him. He swallowed the chocolates with great difficulty. He managed to eat them all. But he would never admit to Akane that it made him sick all night long.

The end

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 9: Empty Rescue

his and mine are the same | @cascigarette Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,510 Main Tags/Warnings: Post Canon Fix-It, Dean Winchester Has Abandonment Issues, Alcohol, First Kiss, Newly Human Castiel, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Castiel and Dean Winchester Use their Words Summary: Dean rescues Cas from the Empty. They end up having to talk about that final confession.

Two lesbians, two bicons, and their cat walk into super turbohell | @nuttysaladtree Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,038 Main Tags/Warnings: crossover with She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, the Empty, Fix-it, first kiss Summary: And they bury one person and zero gays. 15x20 "Carry On" finale fix-it that Castiel deserves. Mentioned Bow/Glimmer. Sam Winchester shows up, too, as well as the OTP Dean x pie. Melog is best kitty, and good riddance to the Empty/Shadow/Cosmic Entity and Horde Prime.

sometimes you just don't know the answer (wait for me) | @cassiecasyl Rating: General Word Count: 7,992 Main Tags/Warnings: Canonical Character Death, Episode: s15e18 Despair - Castiel's Confession Scene, Grief/Mourning, Album: evermore (Taylor Swift), Grieving Dean Winchester, Episode: s15e18 Despair, Alternate Ending, Inspired by Orpheus and Eurydice (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Reunion, Castiel in the Empty (Supernatural), Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Angst, Hope vs. Despair, Love Confessions, Angst with a Happy Ending, Inspired by Hadestown, Song: Doubt Comes In, The Fates (Hadestown) Cameo, First Kiss, Reunions, Epic Love Summary: As Dean grieves, Jack tells them of an old story, one that has been told and sung over and over again anyway. Two lovers challenge the universe to escape death. They walk the long way home, but the one in front is not allowed to turn around for the whole way. Every entity of grand power knows this, for the pact has to be respected were it ever to be attempted again. Of course, Dean goes to find Castiel, because if anyone can do this, it's them.

Can't Stop Lovin' You | @teeparadigm67 Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 9,512 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Castiel is Saved from the Empty, First Kiss, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Happy Ending, Fix-It, Idiots in Love, Love Confessions, Dean Winchester Saves Castiel from the Empty Summary: On paper, the plan seemed simple. Jack opens the portal between the worlds. Dean walks into the Empty and makes it loud enough to wake the dead. Drag Cas’s feathery ass out of there. Simple, right? Cloaked in Cas’s grace, tape deck in hand with Van Halen blasting out its little speaker, he plans to bring the angel home and tell Cas all the things left unspoken between them for all these years. Now they have a chance, he can’t throw this all away. The only problem is, the Empty has other ideas. It doesn't stop Dean however, it’s his turn to be the one who drags Cas out of perdition. Inspired by: Van Halen - Can't Stop Lovin' You

Bring Me To Life | @Taymarpigeon Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,960 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-Canon Fix-It, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Gratuitous Smut, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Dean Winchester Calls Castiel "Angel", Bottom Dean Winchester/Top Castiel (Supernatural), Interrupting Sam Winchester Summary: In 2008 Dean Winchester met a man who changed everything; he says a man, Castiel Angel of the Lord was so much more than a man and not just because of the whole halo and wings thing. November 5th 2020 Castiel sacrificed himself to save Dean and by extension the world, but not before turning the hunter's life upside down one last time. In 2025 Dean was... moving on, let's put it that way. He hadn't forgotten Cas, spending the past five years trying to be all the things the Angel said he was in that teary goodbye. He put one foot in front of the other, day by day, because as Frank Devereaux once said: 'that's what you do'. This life only ends one way for most hunters though and Dean was no exception. Skip four months into the future and he's back, only this time he's done playing by the rules, done pretending his life didn't end with Cas that day in the dungeon. He's done. Time to do what he should have from the beginning...

stay | @thisisapaige Rating: Explicit Word Count: 15,073 Main Tags/Warnings: Fix-It, Post-Canon, Minor Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Light Angst, Happy Ending Summary: Standing on the bridge beside his brother, Dean looks around. Something’s wrong. Because this Heaven, this place Dean supposedly deserves, just seems so... empty.

The Little Issue with the Mission to Perdition | @amaranthhiding Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 16,460 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Post-Ep 15x19, Jack and Amara Try Fixing Things Together But Make Everything Worse (at first), Amara is Part of Team Free Will, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Temporary Major Character Death, Angst with Happy Ending, First Kiss, DCRB 2023 Summary: Chuck is defeated and his power now belongs to Jack and Amara. They struggle with adjusting to their newly-shared existence, and with big questions such as, how can (almost) all-powerful beings avoid becoming what Chuck was? What even is all that power good for when it doesn't allow Jack to save someone from the Empty who absolutely deserves being saved? Who thought it was a good idea to hand all that power to two beings who, together, have spent less years on Earth than the average human child? ...And why is there suddenly black goo everywhere?

Until the Moss Had Reached Our Lips | @alulangel Rating: Mature Word Count: 20,543 Main Tags/Warnings: Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Lake House, Saved from the Empty, Groundhog Day Loop, Castiel’s True Form, Castiel’s handprint, Creepy forests, Inappropriate use of pie Summary: After everything with Chuck went down, Dean thought he deserved some time off. Not a retirement, just a break. A little cabin by a lake. Fishing. Baking. Time to process and reflect. Except he doesn't remember exactly how he got there. And he doesn't know why he can't leave. And there's something about the woods around the cabin, creeping closer and closer and closer every day...

one working part | @mittensmorgul Rating: Explicit Word Count: 40,051 Main Tags/Warnings: Inspired by It's a Wonderful Life (1946) Episode Fix-It: s15e19 Inherit the Earth (Supernatural) Angst and Fluff and Smut POV Alternating Not Canon Compliant with Episode: s15e19 Inherit the Earth (Supernatural), Human Castiel Summary: Wherein they actually inherit the earth. Again. Because I will never be done retelling the end of their story in more sensible and satisfying ways. This time, via the power of a classic holiday film... with a slightly demonic twist.

Empty Earth (WIP) | @amaranthhiding Rating: No Rating Word Count: 102,437 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-15x18, Epic, Plotty, Angel True Forms, Consensual Possession, Enochian, Apocalypse, Rebellion in Hell, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Witch!Sam, Destiel and Samwena, Jack & his three fathers, Crowley & Jack Summary: After Castiel's confession, Dean carries a spark of hope telling him this can't be the end. This spark is the strongest weapon for Dean, Sam and Jack in this final war. The enemy is God. The battlefield is an Earth devoid of humans, a Hell in rebellion against its queen, and a Heaven betrayed by its creator. And the stakes are everything and everyone they have ever cared about.

[lurkingshan]

Bestie break down my number one loser boy lomfon from la pluie for me will ya ?. i want to see that boy degrade, besmirch, and Humiliate (with love.)

Oh excellent, I'm glad you sent this while @neuroticbookworm is sleeping, let's see what I can get away with.

How I feel about this character

THAT BOY IS RUDE!!

I recently rewatched La Pluie and I was struck by how needlessly rude he was, all the time. He was rude to his classmates. He was rude to Tien. He was rude to Bow. He was rude to Patts. He was rude to everybody at the camp in Chiang Mai. He was a rude little asshole blundering around being a jerk for no good reason!

On top of that, he is such a little hypocrite. He spent the entire show saying he doesn't believe that hearing loss has anything to do with soulmates, until it became convenient for him to do a 180 on that supposed core belief when he stood to benefit. He clearly has obsessive tendencies and he is thoughtless about other people's feelings and reckless in his pursuit of what he wants regardless of who he hurts. If I met him in real life I would kick him in the shins.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

That said, I did ship with him with Tien.

Tien is clearly a man who likes a challenge and enjoys having a partner he can do some verbal sparring with. He also knows how to stand up for himself and make Lomfon earn his forgiveness when he fucks up, and I think he'll make him act right pretty quick. And listen, I may find this boy rude as hell but I also have eyes. The physical chemistry is clearly on point. Good for you, Tien!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

He's too self-absorbed to be a good friend and too much of an ass for me to inflict on anyone but Tien.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Patts is way swoonier than him. I have never understood the fandom obsession with romanticizing asshole love interests. One of my fav things about this show is it knew this boy was a wreck who would make the most selfish and worst possible choice in a delicate situation and cause boatloads of pain for no damn reason.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon

I would have liked Tien to beat him up a little before making out with him if I'm being real honest.

Give me a character ask game

[blackbutterflyrift]

OTP Headcanons

Rook x Lucanis

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I’m back with more headcanons <3 Again I tried to keep these in order but I tend to jot them down as they come to mind. Hope you guys enjoy them ^-^

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- Damari is hardly a better flirt than Lucanis. What was she supposed to practice on? The undead? Her fellow Mourn Watchers that are like family to her? Needless to say she’s very inexperienced in this.

- She absolutely cannot keep a secret from Lucanis. That’s how he knows about Assan helping the halla or about her and Davrin trying gingerwort truffle tea. She definitely told him all about it.

- Of course it also depends on the type of secret. Everyone’s trying to plan a surprise birthday party for him and need her to keep him distracted while they set everything up? She will try her hardest not to give anything away.

- If someone is planning to prank him though, they definitely better keep her out of it cause she will talk the moment he asks.

- Lucanis had mixed feelings about Marrow at first. On the one hand she’s an undead cat. How do you pet that? Can you feed it? It’s just strange overall. And she talks? A cat shouldn’t talk but then she’s undead so why not right? On the other hand she’s been Rook’s lifelong companion. Rook adores her and will fight anything that might bring her harm.

- Lucanis and Marrow truly bonded when Rook was trapped in the prison of regret. (I have plans for this so this is all I’m gonna say about it for now :D)

- Spite wasn’t too fond of Marrow hanging out with Lucanis so much, but Lucanis warned him of what Rook might do if she comes back to find something happened to Marrow. He begrudgingly put up with her presence after that.

- Lucanis gets Marrow little cat accessories as gifts sometimes. Toys, catnip, maybe a new brush or a bow. The bow will definitely have symbols of the Mourn Watch or Crows.

- He usually lets Rook change her bow but he’s very gentle when he does it himself.

- Rook loves singing to Lucanis. Her favorite pastime is humming a gentle tune as he rests his head on her lap and she passes her fingers through his hair.

- She also loves experimenting with new tunes to see how Spite reacts to them. He gets his own dedicated section in her research.

- Because Lucanis worries for Rook’s safety, even though she’s perfectly capable of defending herself, she set up her own series of necromancer traps in the Dellamorte Estates.

- Vorgoth and Myrna definitely helped with setting up the traps.

- The traps are set to go off depending on a person’s malicious intent.

- Illario has accidentally set off the minor traps a few times much to both Rook and Lucanis’ amusement.

- Damari did not fully trust Illario for a long time and even went as far as to warn him that if he ever gave her a reason to think he’ll harm Lucanis again he’ll have her to deal with. (Think Katara threatening Zuko)

- Lucanis loves preparing meals for Rook. Sure they have their own staff who can do it but he still prefers to do it himself more often than not.

- Marrow likes to hang out with him while he’s in the kitchen much to Spite’s annoyance.

- Rook in turn is always ready to help Lucanis in any way she can. Whether that’s lending her necromancer expertise in spirits and demons, autopsies, cleaning up a corpse quickly if need be, potions to fake temporary illnesses, or even helping with managing the estates.

- It took her a while to get used to living in a large fancy place like the estates but being with Lucanis helped make the place feel like home.

- Lucanis isn’t too fond of the Grand Necropolis but he does admit that the place seems to have a calming effect on Spite. Plus it was where Damari grew up so he’s always happy to join her on her visits to the gardens.

- Damari learned to speak Antivan and is a natural at it. Now both her and Lucanis are calling each other “mi amor”

- Rook is definitely the goofy one of the pair but we all know Lucanis is plenty goofy himself.

- Taash was right. Rook would definitely love to go flying some time if possible. She eventually lets Lucanis know about this.

- Spite and Marrow are protective of Rook and Lucanis’ kids. One of the very few things they’d team up for.

- Lucanis and Rook don’t push their kids to join either the Mourn Watch or the Crows. They’re free to choose what they want for themselves.

- They’ll still teach them the basics though like acrobatics and how to use and maintain certain weapons and tools.

- They teach their kids combat for self defense but you know there’s no one in Thedas safer than those kids. Maker have mercy on the soul who tries to target them.

[heroofshield]

one member of your ship asking the other to dance with them.

part three! You can read part one here and part two here. Also first prompt of Year of the OTP ("may I have this dance")!

@anderfels @vorchagirl @schoute

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The party at the Dellamorte estate utilized the spacious courtyard and gardens. For once the weather was in their favor, the summer night kept balmy with a slight breeze and the stars winking overhead. The sounds of music wafted across the space as couples danced and Zea wandered away from where everyone was gathered, needing a moment to herself.

True to Emmrich's earlier promise, so many people had wanted to speak with her that she hadn't been asked to dance yet. Most had questions about what it was like with the Lords of Fortune; wanting to know stories of memorable adventures or fights in the Hall of Valor, or to propose excursions into the warehouses of the city to see what the Antaam might have left behind.

She made sure not to make any hard promises, saying that Isabela needed to be consulted before any plans could be made if the Crows truly wanted the Lords's help and that Maeve and the Shadow Dragons needed her help with rebuilding Minrathous.

"There you are darling!"

Zea turned around to see Emmrich in his Mournwatch finest approaching her. "I...just needed a moment to myself. Sometimes things still get...a bit much."

Emmrich frowned, wondering if it was too soon after everything for them to be out and about. "I can ask Lucanis if we can use a room inside the house if you need it, Zea."

"No, but thank you." Zea shook her head as she turned back towards the canal, where gondola's idly sailed past, realizing that Emmrich had used her first name instead of his usual superlatives. "Having you near helps."

"Anything for you, dearest. You know that." Emmrich closed the short distance between them and wrapped an arm around her waist before pressing a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

Zea leaned into Emmrich's embrace as he lead them towards a bench by the riverbank and felt herself relax as they sat down, not sure how long they sat together, wrapped around each other and watching the water.

"I was thinking when things are settled a bit more I could take you to my estate in the country." Emmrich said eventually, breaking the silence that had comfortingly wrapped around them.

"Oh?"

"Yes, it's not huge like this but it's big enough to warrant staff and a housekeeper. Plus I know that you'd enjoy the gardens there. Besides, I think we're overdue for some solitude."

Zea gazed up to look at Emmrich while smiling, "I'd like that."

"Wonderful." Emmrich glanced over when he heard the music change. "Ah, there it is." Letting go of Zea, he stood while turning to face her and gave a slight bow while extending his hand. "Serra, would you honor me with a dance?"

Zea felt her cheeks heat up with a mild blush, knowing that Emmrich was just being his normal self but enjoyed the formality of it all. "I'd love to." she replied, setting her hand in his and letting him lead her to towards the dance floor. As they neared, she realized why the music seemed familiar. "We danced to this in the Lighthouse."

"We did. I thought it'd be the easiest since it would be familiar." Emmrich put his other hand on Zea's waist as she put hers on his shoulder, pausing for a moment before starting to dance.

"You spoil me." Zea said as they glided around the dance floor, feeling like she was walking on air with Emmrich guiding her.

"You deserve it, my darling." Emmrich paused in-sync with everyone on the dance floor and slowly dipped Zea, letting the romance of the moment take over. "I would bring down the moons for you if you asked it of me."

[avatar-legends-confessionblog]

Boring ships this, boring ships that-- Why is Maizula not popular? Like am I crazy for not understanding why yuri enthusiasists that pride themselves on indulging in dysfunctional sapphic relationships don't seem to care that much about Maizula? They match each other's freak AND have the complicated love triangle angle down pat. I've only ever seen proper maizula content in fics written by zukaang shippers.

I was kind of confused at first because I was thinking "wdym, I've seen a lot of maizula even though it's not an otp of mine, it's plenty popular" and then I read the last line and ooohhhhh that's why lmao

Anyway, on that note, yes to maizula. Honestly any pair of the triad I can get behind, but I do very much like maizula because Mai has always seen herself as equal to Azula. She's feared her, yes, and listens to her, but there's never this sense that she believes Azula is inherently superior and I think Azula relies on that a little bit. Mai goes against her orders multiple times yet clearly doesn't come under consequence. I just like the idea that Mai's solidity could be something that would help Azula in redemption. A person who's always seen her, but never truly bowed to her.

I could see Mai as being willing to accept Azula back into her life, but with boundaries that require that Azula grow as a person.

Also I recently rewatched Nightmares and Daydreams and I noticed that Mai tried to suggest ordering servents around as a way to cheer Zuko up, which came off weird to me because we as the audiences know Zuko's not into ordering around servents just to order people around (we literally are shown that earlier in the episode). Yet, Mai still tried and personally, I think it's because she's used to Azula (and Mai is kind of awkward with trying to deal with Emotion)

It gave me this idea that Mai does things like this to cheer Azula up, which, idk, is cute to me. The idea that Mai, this whole time, even though she's always been wary of Azula, she still wants her happy and tries to make it so.

X

[vinjaryou]

Oh BOY, did I love seeing this at 6:15 AM with a mug of hot coffee in my hand. And don't you go giving yourself a pat on the back for "not commenting on the post," either - I'm right here, you could've said something TO ME, but instead you chose to whine on bsky, knowing I would see it, and probably hoping that I would apologize for some reason.

Nope. No apology. I'm allowed to have my own thoughts and opinions - as you so graciously, sarcastically stated in all caps - because how dare I not bow down to the Be-All, End-All, God of All That is Vincent, apparently. For you, opinions are all fine and dandy, until it's something you don't like. Which is a hell of a lot, honestly. And you make sure that everyone knows it, too.

Like Angeal Hewley. Cid and Vincent together. The women of FFVII - but you really seem to despise Tifa especially, and Yuffie in EC. People who don't agree with your headcanons or opinions. People who ask you to tone down your attitude in your posts - because you have an extremely lofty opinion of your own thoughts, and if people dare to disagree with you, then damn they must really have it out for you, huh?

Girl, you are not the victim you think you are. You are not the God of Final Fantasy VII, and especially not of Vincent Valentine.

Drop the persecution and victim complexes. You're so goddamn high on yourself, and this is why no one wants to talk to you outside of your circle. You screaming about how someone dared to mention Angeal in a fic that they took the time out to write for one of your fandom weeks, or the snotty way you responded to a comment on your Strifentine art rather than just block and move on, is why no one wants to participate in your events. Calling a friend rude for not liking your OTP? Suddenly discovering that a character that you're apparently the expert on has hair and eye colors similar to a 'friendly acquaintance's' female OC because how dare someone ship Vincent with a woman?

Yeah, you're not subtle. But I'm a jerk. Got it.

I wasn't picking on VinVeld in my post. Honestly, I don't give a shit either way about the pair. I was giving my own opinion, on my favorite character's inclusion in a game, that I thought was an unnecessary, fanservicey cameo. But yes, let's make you feel so terrible, because you chose to keep reading my opinion and take it personally rather than just scroll past. You just HAD to run to bsky and cry about how dare I shit on yet another of your precious OTPs, one that's so rare, and I should throw myself before you and apologize for daring to think this way.

No.

This is no different than you talking about how much you dislike Valenw1nd. Or Angeal. Or Tifa. Or how people are just so stupid as to not see the "obvious chemistry" between Cloud and Vincent. Or how woefully misunderstood Genesis is. Not everything is about you, and implying that my post - my opinions - are so OBVIOUSLY, INTENTIONALLY MEAN-SPIRITED, when I wasn't thinking about you at all - is so horrifically manipulative that I just have to sit here and shake my head.

This is why people don't interact with you.

Everything's NOT about you.

I'm too fucking old for this shit. YOU'RE too fucking old for this shit.

Maybe you should take your own advice, from the wall of tags on one of the numerous fandom vents you've written: if you see any criticism of something you like as an attack, that's a problem you need to deal with on your own.

I'm done.

[shadowphoenixrider]

Kinktober 2024 Day 1 - Dirty Talk

(Decided to write a couple of entries for Kinktober, since my OTP were chatty for a bit. No smut in this one, but things get a little steamy. Enjoy!)

"Mmm, you look good enough to eat, mon amie..." Gambit purred into my ear, hands sliding onto my hips.

I raised an eyebrow, looking over my shoulder at the dark-eyed mutant leering at me.

"Why, are you hungry, Cajun?" I asked lightly.

His red eyes gleamed with mischief, pupils dilating.

"Hungry, chère?" He pushed his body into mine, pressing me tightly against the kitchen counter as his lips skimmed my ear. "I'm starved."

A shudder ran down my spine, hot tight heat twisting low in my belly. He must have felt it, as his lips curved into a grin. Planting my hands on the work surface, I pushed back against him.

"We can't do this here, Gambit." I muttered. "Someone's going to walk in here at some point."

"Kitchen's the best place to get a meal, chère." Came the hot reply, his strength pinning me in place. "An' I can't help thinkin' how good you'd taste..." I felt his tongue flick at my earlobe; that did nothing but make me shake my head.

"If you want a meal you can savour, we're going to have to go somewhere more private." I said matter-of-factly. "Even a man starved knows he can only eat his fill if he's undisturbed."

Gambit groaned childishly.

"Please Shadow, Gambit be a man parched - he desperate for a taste of you. You not be as so cruel to deny him longer, surely?"

"Parched? I thought you were hungry." I tried not to smile at his frustrated grumble. "But seriously Gambit, you are going to be infinitely more annoyed if we get interrupted. At least let's go to my room so you can have all the time in the world to sample me, hmm?"

I felt his mouth open to retort, when someone else got there first:

"Am I interrupting something?"

I craned my head over my shoulder to see Storm standing in the doorway, one perfect white eyebrow raised. Gambit drew back away from me, and I gave him a Look.

"Told you so."

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I let myself smirk - he'd make me pay for that, and I couldn't wait.

Storm looked between us, clearly putting the pieces together, so I just offered her a smile and a respectful bow of my head. "My apologies, we'll be getting out of your way."

I weaved past her, quickening my pace when I was out of the kitchen and trying to resist giggling nervously. There was no way I'd evade him, but it was always fun to see how far I could get.

It didn't take long for Gambit to catch up in several long strides, briefly pulling me into the side of the hallway, hands all over me.

"You little minx." He growled playfully into my ear, revelling in my giggling. "Teasin' me like that."

"Aw, but I wasn't wrong about us getting interrupted, was I?" I pointed out, even as he gave my neck a nip.

"Maybe ya were right 'bout gettin' a room." He acquiesced, pulling back to look at me properly, smirking. "But when we get dere, Gambit gonna make sure he has his fill."

I smirked back.

"Why of course. Wouldn't want to spoil a meal by rushing it now, would we?"

His wicked grin flashed heat straight into my chest, the recognition of this familiar, tenuous dance we began.

"Sounds like you jus' as hungry as Gambit, mon ombre..." The Cajun purred, as I started leading us to my room.

"Oh, I might have been indulging myself with some tasty little thoughts..." I mused.

"Such as...?"

I paused for a moment, my grin showing teeth.

"The sounds you make when my lips are wrapped around your cock."

Gambit's eyes darkened, and I swore it was his turn to shiver with delight. I pressed on, standing on my tiptoes to whisper: "All I have to do is just run my tongue along you and you melt under me. Such a needy boy..."

To my surprise and delight, his eyes rolled back in his head, a soft, shaky groan escaping him. This vulnerability only lasted for a moment though, his focus sharpening back on me.

"Don' think you can get away teasin' Gambit like dat, brigand..." He growled. "He knows all ya little secrets too." A wide, almost predatory grin as he whispered in my ear: "You one to talk about meltin' at a touch, mon amie, when Gambit just have to tell ya exactly what ya want to hear 'fore ya start beggin' for my touch."

I puffed my chest out, trying to walk a little faster as if I was trying to avoid being ensnared.

"Oh? And what exactly would those words be, Gambit? You have to do better than sly insinuations." I took the stairs in a hurry, not looking back.

"Do I?" He remarked. Curse the Cajun's long legs, he was already closing in again. I dodged his grab for my waist, giggling nervously. "If Gambit remembers correctly, he had ya wet an' squirming' jus' talkin' 'bout everythin' he wants to do to ya de other night."

A throb from between my legs betrayed me. Oh, he was remembering correctly all right. And I remembered that he'd made good on everything he'd said.

"Ya know," Gambit spoke up as we took the turn towards my room. "I bet ya already wet right now." I could hear the eager, hungry grin in his voice. "An' it getting worse every time ya move, ain't it? You wanna ride somethin' dat gives ya more. Maybe," suddenly, his presence right behind me, voice in my ear, "maybe somethin' to fill dat emptiness. Fill ya right to de top..."

My breath hitched, and I just about caught the shaky moan that threatened to escape me, just as I stumbled to my door. Gambit immediately sandwiched me against it, pressing his erection hard into me.

"G-Gambit-" I stuttered, struggling for the key that was now tightly wedged in my pockets. "I-I need-"

"What?" He crooned, rolling his hips against me, giving me just a taste of that delicious friction I needed. "Tell Gambit, mon ombre. Tell him what ya need..."

"I..." I felt my head steaming up like a bathroom mirror, the temptation to let go and fall under this spell of pleasure, let Gambit have his way with me against my door.

But I wasn't going to let him win that easily.

"I...I need my keys, ass." I managed to growl, sliding an arm underneath my chest to give me enough leverage to push back against him, lifting his weight just enough to fish them out.

Gambit leant back to let me unlock the door, yet was soon at my back again, pushing me inside. Although he did politely pause to push it closed behind us.

"So, now we have some privacy..." He turned towards me, a toothy grin on his face as he stalked towards me. "How 'bout we pick up from where we left off? You were tellin' Gambit what you needed, whilst he," his hands drifted to my waist, fingers already beginning to loosen my belt, "were gonna eat his fill..."

I grinned, helping him along by undoing my jeans.

"Well then," I purred as the Cajun tugged my trousers and panties down at the first opportunity, dropping to his knees with the motion. "Bon appetit..."

[geometricalien]

Hello! I couldn't remember if you shipped them or not, but for the OTP/Self Ship ask could you do #s 8, 22, 23, 30, 37, 38, 47, and 58 for AkaFuri?

I do ship them! Sorry for the delay as well, it did take a hot minute to think everything through.

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

Here's the thing, I think Akashi rarely gets sick. If he gets a symptom or two he is quick to start taking the necessary precautions and medications, he is way too busy to get sick. But the second it does actually impede him, it crashes on him all at once. It's the whole “after a stressful period, you may be prone to succumbing to illness.” When he accepts there is nothing to do but ride it out, he becomes an absolute pathetic baby refusing to rise from bed. Furihata can’t help but laugh at the sight of Akashi being so pitiful whining that he stays by his side and cuddle but it's also really fucking cute. He has a secret file of sick Akashi pictures on his phone, just him sleeping with a red nose or wrapped in a burrito of blankets with this small pout at the camera.

When Furihata is sick, you know Akashi is not going into the office. He’ll be doing work at home and doting on him like no one's business. I think Furihata would tell him he’ll be fine alone, go to work, and fall asleep only to awaken and go in the living room to find Akashi at the dinner table with his laptop and paperwork while Akashi has Furihata’s favorite soup simmering on the stove. “I told you to go in.” “I did. I went in and told Matsu-kun to move my meetings and then I grabbed some of those ginger ale’s that settle your stomach when you are sick.” After that, Furihata moves to rest in the living room with the television on at a low volume and drifting off to the soft taps of Akashi’s laptop, secretly pleased.

22. What reminds each of their partner?

I think violins, piano, scissors (lol), classic tea serving ceremonies, roses, crisp lines, shogi, a devastating ankle break, prideful cats that turn to butter when you scratch behind their ear, tweed and turtleneck sweaters, the smell of coffee, thunderstorms, 9:00 pm - the time in Tokyo they would call each other when living across the world: are just a few things that remind Furihata of Akashi. While books, cheap dime a dozen blue ballpoint pens, cluttered and messy sticky notes, physical CDs, old bookstores that are more like haphazard collection of books weighing down a maze of shelves than anything commercial and ordered, daisies, saving the best bite for last when eating, dogs with big round eyes, the fresh scent of earth after rain, 7:00 am - the time in New York they would call each other when living in different countries: remind Akashi of Furihata.

23. Who’s more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

Akashi. Akashi is a cuddlebug of the highest degree. Come the weekend and without any obligations, Akashi likes to stay tangled together. Take that as innocently or sexually as you like, because they are both true lol

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

This is actually so hard agdhshsj because do I go with some everyday wear? Cute date outfit? Fancy gala clothes? And then how do I show that? So. Instead. I'm going to do what I do in spare time anyways and go to one of those tik tok outfit generators and imagine wlw akafuri ❤️☺️ In my mind, Akashi dresses fem- think long red silky hair, bows and lace, fully owning her body. While Furihata dresses queer- chunky wolfcut, bold patterned collared short sleeved button down shirts, lowkey baggy chill streetwear clothing.

Okay so here is Akashi’s outfit for Furihata: I think Akashi uses this opportunity to play dress up? So she puts Furihata in clothes she wouldn’t normally wear but would look fucking great on her. I’m not sold on these exact pairs of shorts but something black and casual is in line for my vision. Also I almost had a heart attack imagining Furihata in this and so did Akashi ahdhsjsks

Here is Furihata’s outfit for Akashi: It is very professional and put together with the nice balancing of brown, pink, and light blue. I also think she would get Akashi this cutesy cherry sweater and Akashi would wear it.all.the.time.

37. Which is more likely to swear?

Furihata fldjsakfj It’s not gratuitous but every now and then he uses it as an exclamation. I can not see Akashi swearing at all, if he is going to insult you he isn’t going to call you a motherfucker or an asshole, he will call you a worthless illiterate scum. Bro is pulling out the 2 cent words to read someone to filth.

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who’s more vanilla?

Keep in mind, i'm the bitch that wrote akafuri/midotaka foursome. Between them, I think Furihata would have more sexual experience but it would still be vanilla between them for a few years. They slowly add spice over the years they are together, I think it is also Furihata who opens the door to this sexual experimentation. Akashi is so prim and proper, I don't think anyone would really plant the seed in him to pursue Spicer sex. No locker room talk in school. He doesn't really have time to look into the culture of sex. I can only see Kuroko telling him about his sex life and even then that's a maybe. But Furihata has all of these things. He has locker room talk. Time to learn the culture. Takao or his buddy's tell him what they do. I also think Furihata does have a submissive side that he wants to explore with Akashi and wow would you look at that, they fit together like puzzle pieces.

47. Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?

Scenario 1: If Bokushi never reintegrated, the secret that would ruin their relationship is if Furihata had a favorite of his personalities and/or hated one. That's his brother. It's both of them or neither of them.

Scenario 2: I mentioned briefly earlier that Akashi went overseas for graduate school. I think a secret that could ruin their relationship is that one night, he went drinking with some college friends, got drunk, missed his boyfriend, thought he saw him in the bar, kissed him, had sex with him, and only realized at dawn his mistake. That one beside him was a stranger. They were still dating but their relationship was strained. They missed each other. Akashi wasn't able to support Furihata. And Furihata felt like he was holding Akashi back, limiting him, not enough for Akashi. Akashi knew if he told him what happened Furihata would take it as confirmation of his worst insecurities. Now years later, reunited, he thinks about telling Furihata this secret now and then. But he's not sure if it's something Furihata will laugh off or be deeply betrayed by and end things. When he is sure Furihata’s response will be laughter, there is a ring sitting at the bottom of his desk drawer waiting.

58. Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

Interesting… Akashi holds a grudge like the best of them but if it's Furihata… He is quick to melt and forgive. So I gotta go with Furihata. Akashi accepts a kiss and an apology and it's forgotten. Furihata needs action, commitment, and genuine sorrow. But I think it would be Akashi pulling up old arguments while in one to be petty.

[frostbitebakery]

Song Poem Challenge

Put your entire song collection on shuffle, then write down the first line from each of the first ten songs that pop up to create a poem. You must then dedicate the poem to the blorbo or OTP that it most reminds you of! Then tag or send asks to three others that you think might enjoy the challenge!

I was tagged by @forloveofcodywan 💜

Tagging!! @razzbberry @ominouspuff @other-peoples-coats @adiduck @ossidae-passeridae @meantforinfinitesadness @meebles @lightasthesun

After thinking about this way too long, it ended up being outsider POV for the Surrender AU (evil codywan meets our codywan) somehow. Have at it??

Requin smells the blood in the water long before the General and the Commander… change.

The change is gradual. Creeping and spreading so slowly, surrounding them all so unnoticed, leaving no escape but the hard exit.

Requin drops to one knee, bows his head, swears his loyalty. To the Commander. To the General. To the cause.

Whoever is left by the end of this will be free in a free Galaxy.

The General’s eyes glow and the Commander reflects the gold. They all do. They all believe.

They march and they free their families. They release them from their suffering.

Others join them, though no Jedi ever do.

They, too, are released from their suffering.

The General mourns them, holds their hand as they join the Force.

They march and free and spread and cover everything in their wake.

The General shakes with the adrenaline, with victory, as he grips the Chancellor’s jaw with one hand, pressing him into the ground until it cracks, until pebbles of concrete start to float up.

“Commander Cody,” the General orders, teeth glinting as blood red as the veins standing out on his grey skin.

The Commander checks his blaster and shoots.

Requin smells the blood in the water.

There is no aftermath. The Galaxy isn’t free. They still need to fight.

Peoples yield to them, sometimes.

The Commander and the General crawl into their cave like wounded animals afterwards, and Requin and the others left hold vigil, protect them.

Their families become smaller until Requin can’t remember all their names anymore. Until he’s forgotten more names than he’d ever thought he’d need to learn.

Requin smells blood in the water when it’s his shift to guard the Commander and the General.

“There’s no Light,” the General says, voice cracking like shipwrecks in the void of a dying star over the syllables. “Cody, there’s no Light anymore.”

The Commander helps the General limp to their bed, takes the heavy cloak off him.

Tunics follow, bandages, careful considerations of each spot of skin revealed.

The General looks frail. Fragile and two-mirrored.

He doesn’t know why he thought that.

Gold eyes snap to him and Requin straightens.

The General stands up, becomes imposing as the cane flies into his hand.

The end of it clicks on the floor with each step like the hand of the clock counting down the time.

“There is no Light worth enough to keep around, my Commander,” the General says, gold eyes spearing through Requin.

"Then we should travel," the Commander suggests, watching the General advance on Requin with impassive eyes.

The General stops right in front him, grey fingers lifting to the markings on Requin's chestplate.

"I need the Light to survive," he whispers to Requin like a secret, lashes lowering in regret. "You are not enough anymore."

Requin smells blood in the water.

Turns out, it was his all along. His and his families'.

His body drops under the golden weight.

[alj4890]

Hey! I saw this and it inspired me and left me yearning for content! :) If it inspires you, can you create something (fic/edit, etc) for my absolute favorite OTP (You know who! lol)? It could be HC or AU - before they meet or after - just have fun with it! I want crazy parties! :)

Okay, I know I'm late for a prompt like this. It's been a long, long time since I've written anything with all that's been happening with my husband. So naturally, I had to start with one of my fav OTP's to kick off what I hope will be a long and productive writing streak.

So...here we go 😂

Not a part of any AU's of mine, but I wouldn't be opposed to this starting a new one for Tobias and Chris. I'm assuming this is the couple you wanted, @jerzwriter 😉

Masterlist

**************

History Repeats Itself

Mass Kenmore Hospital....

"Woo!" Will slung an arm around Tobias's shoulders. "Now this is a party!"

Tobias downed his fourth glass of heavily spiked holiday punch then nodded in agreement. "That it is."

"The only thing missing," Will slightly slurred, "is someone to heat it up a notch or two."

"Agreed." Tobias clinked his empty glass against Will's. "Tis time for old friends to divide and conquer."

Will clumsily saluted him before shuffling off to look for someone to keep him warm the rest of the night.

Tobias scanned the throng of tipsy doctors and nurses for someone new. He really wasn't interested in revisiting old hunting grounds if he could keep from it. Just when he thought he might have to leave to find more interesting company, he spotted Aurora with a woman he didn't think he knew.

Once his intern walked away, Tobias decided to make his move.

*************

"Hi." Tobias leaned back against the wall.

The red head next to him grinned. "Hello you."

Narrowing his eyes, he tilted his head in wonder at that type of greeting. "Have we met?"

Mischief seemed to dance in the green eyes while she shook her head. "I don't think we officially have."

His eyebrows lifted over that type of evasive statement.

"Are you new here?" He asked.

"This is my first time visiting Mass Kenmore." She replied.

"So you don't work here?" He prodded, feeling more hopeful for some fun without any consequences.

She shook her head, humor still dancing in her eyes.

"I'm Tobias." He held his hand out.

"Nice to meet you." She shook it. "I'm Chris."

"Well Chris," he leaned closer to her. "What brings you here?"

"The party." Her smile grew brighter. "Who doesn't love a good holiday bash?"

"I know I do." He winked at her. "Especially when people like you show up."

Chris laughed, ending with a mock sigh. "That was smooth."

Tobias bowed his head.

"Thank you. Though, I must say that you make the words a lot easier to say."

"Impressive." Chris turned towards him. "Are you always like this or am I just that lucky?"

"Normally, I'd say it's fifty/fifty." He teased, grinning even more at her when she moved closer to his side. "Now I'm thinking it might just be you."

"Me?"

He nodded. "No doubt about it, it's definitely you."

"Hmm." Chris's eyes drifted over him, liking everything she saw. "I always knew I was lucky."

She stepped away from Tobias, snagging his hand in the process.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

The sultry look she shot over her shoulder made a flash of heat go throughout his body.

"To see if you're as lucky as I am."

**************

A year later...Edenbrook...

"You okay?" Sienna nudged Chris when she noticed her becoming unusually quiet.

Grasping her hand, Chris pulled her friend away from the holiday party in full swing and into a supply closet further down the hall.

"Okay." Chris ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath. "A year ago, I went with Aurora to a Christmas party at Mass Kenmore."

Sienna began to smile. "If I remember it correctly, you didn't come home that night."

Chris closed her eyes at that reminder. "I'd had way too much spiked punch and I might have acted a little more," she searched for the right word, "flirty than usual."

"You slept with someone." Sienna finished for her. "We've all had those one night stands."

"Wait." Chris stopped her reassurance. "My tipsy one night stand was with someone I work with." She searched Sienna's eyes for understanding. "Closely work with."

Sienna's brow furrowed. "Dr. Ramsey was there?"

Chris closed her eyes and shook her head. "No."

Sienna's jaw dropped.

"You and Dr. Carrick!" She screeched.

Chris slapped her hand over her mouth.

"He doesn't remember!" Chris whispered.

Sienna stilled. "What?"

"He was very tipsy too." She explained. "And I left his place before he woke up!"

She dropped her hand and slumped back against the door. "I was confused about Ethan. His hot and cold ways were getting to me and I wanted a night without trying to figure out what was going on. Then Tobias hit on me at the party and I thought...why not enjoy myself?"

Sienna's shock wasn't helping Chris feel any better.

"So he doesn't know..." Sienna mumbled.

"Nope."

"And you won't tell him..." She continued.

"Never!"

"Though you two have been flirting for months now..." Sienna finished.

Chris groaned over that observation.

Sienna sidled over and leaned next to her friend.

"So you two like each other, but he doesn't know you already have a great history?" She teased.

Chris snorted. "That's it in a nutshell."

Sienna giggled before pushing her out of the closet.

Linking arms with Chris, she tugged her back towards the party. "I think it's time for history to repeat itself."

**************

"There's my favorite partner in crime!" Tobias greeted, scooting over to make room for Chris between himself and Ethan.

"Why does that not make me feel any better in teaming you two up on patients?" Ethan grumbled.

Tobias snickered, draping his arm along the back of Chris's chair.

"Please." Tobias winked at the woman between them. "You know you don't regret any of it. Having your two most brilliant doctors together has been nothing but a boon for our diagnostics team.

Ethan rolled his eyes. He couldn't deny it, yet there was no need to overinflate Tobias's ego any more than necessary.

"On that note," he pushed away from the table, "I'm going to get another drink."

He eyed the two remaining seated. "Can I get you anything?"

Chris shook her head while Tobias said he was good.

Once Ethan left, she took a deep breath and prepared to admit to something.

"Hi." Tobias instead said, shifting his chair closer.

"Hello you." Chris almost squeaked, feeling an uncomfortable deja vu.

Tobias's brow furrowed at her tone. "You okay?"

She nodded. "Never better."

"Good." He took her hand. "How about a dance?"

Her eyes widened. "Umm..."

"I'll take that as a yes." He teased, tugging her out of her seat.

A slow song drifted over the crowd as couples took to the makeshift dance floor.

Chris briefly closed her eyes. She hadn't been this close to him in a year and he didn't even know they'd been even closer to begin with!

She began to recall all that had happened after that one night stand: Tobias rushing to save her during the attack without mentioning anything about their past, seeing him around Edenbrook with no recognition, then his working closer with her and absolutely nothing.

Feeling a bit miffed now that she thought about it, she began to think she shouldn't waste her time on someone who found her so unforgettable.

Easing back, she made the mistake of looking up at him.

His lips curved softly as his hand dropped low on her back, pressing her even closer.

"Enjoying yourself?" She asked.

"Very." He murmured. "You?"

"I suppose." She glanced away then cut her eyes towards him. "Who doesn't love a good holiday bash?"

"I know I do." He grinned. "Especially when people like you show up."

Chris gasped in outrage before shoving him away from her.

"UGH!" She flung her hands up in disgust before storming away from him.

Ignoring the startled looks coming from the other doctors and staff, Tobias chased after her.

"Chris!" He called out, picking up speed to catch up with her. "Hold up!"

"Why?" She snapped. "So you can use the same old pickup lines on me again?!"

"No thanks." She huffed, slamming her hand against a side exit door. "I don't need to hear anymore. I don't want to be that lucky again."

She slipped outside and made her way towards the parking lot.

Tobias paused, a slow grin breaking over his face.

"I knew it!" He exclaimed before chasing after her.

Sliding across the ice, he caught up with her, neatly pinning her between him and a random car.

"Tobias, what the--"

His lips captured hers in a heated kiss.

Chris tried to ignore all the feelings creeping up with each brush of his tongue against hers.

Unable to deny herself, she rose up and wrapped her arms around his neck, molding her body to his.

His moan made her toes curl as she fanned the flames between them.

He broke away to smile at her.

"You have no idea how long I've wondered if I just really wanted you to be the one I had that great sex with or if I actually had somehow gotten that lucky?"

Chris burst out laughing. "And here I thought you found me unforgettable."

"I think about that night all the time." He kissed her again. "But since you never hinted that we'd hooked up, I didn't want to ruin a chance with you by asking if we had."

Chris pulled away from him. "Tell me something." Her eyes searched his. "Are you drunk?"

He stepped away from her, kicked some snow away from a parking line and walked it perfectly.

Chris struggled to keep a stern expression upon her face. "Now tell me this."

Tobias cocked an eyebrow in question.

"How lucky do you think you are?" She asked, biting her lip to keep her smile at bay.

Sauntering back over to her, Tobias propped his arm above her head and leaned close.

"That all depends." His eyes darted over her face. "You see, I hope I'm lucky enough for tonight and all the nights that follow."

"Hmm." Chris slightly frowned in thought. "That would make you an extremely lucky man."

"The luckiest." He murmured, brushing his lips against hers. "I'm hoping you can make that happen."

"I suppose I could be talked into it." Chris teased, looping her arms around his neck.

"I have been known to be very persuasive." He said between kisses.

"I guess you'll have to prove it." She eased out of his arms, leaving her hand in his.

"Where are we going?" He asked, grinning at history not only repeating itself but somehow becoming even better than before.

"Somewhere to see if you are the luckiest man in the world." She replied with a wink.

Tobias had no doubt whatsoever that he was.

[skeletonsonparade]

SAM! SAM! SAM! SAM!

YAYAYYAYAYAYAY SLOPS YOUR SHIT CLEAN OFF

favorite thing about them: HIS SMARMY ATTITUDE i love that smug piece of shit so much. i like how he was always kinda sarcastic as shown in the dlc but he doubles down on it in the main game.

least favorite thing about them: actually playing as him /lh regular combat is fine but bosses are a fucking nightmare. dlc armstrong you are the only video game boss that has caused me genuine physical pain

favorite line: PRETTY BOYYYY

brOTP: i dont really like sundowner but i like the way he and sam bounce off each other

OTP: sam x meeeeeeee ✨ /j. i used to not really care for samuraiden but its grown on me i will admit. t4t transhet divorce ouroboros foreva <3

nOTP: sam x monsoon i just cant get into it

random headcanon: TWO ACTUALLY. 1) he got the scar over his right eye from the guy that killed his father and 2) chronic back pain sam. the exosuit has a built in back brace.

unpopular opinion: i don’t think he was “secretly good all along” actually. weird take that i’ve seen a few times but saying he was secretly good would be missing the point of him losing his ideals and becoming disillusioned at the end of his dlc. the whole point is to show that sam is what raiden could become if he just accepted defeat. you can try fixing him thats fine but he was never “secretly always good” IMO

song i associate with them: COWBOY DAN MODEST MOUSE! honorable mentions go to i will not bow breaking benjamin (or anything breaking benjamin for that matter) and neon blade moondiety

favorite picture of them: i hate him i want to kill him /lh

[notwritinganyflufftoday]

28 lol

Hi Ori!! You ask and you shall receive 😉

This is from the otp ask game.

This is obviously going to be nsfw, so curate your own online experience and scroll past if you don't want to see sexual content.

28. Write a ~300 fantasy one of them has about the other.

There's still a part of Faro that craves bloodshed, a part of him that clings on tightly to the moniker of God-Conqueror. That part of him that would only get sated if Sasha finally sunk his teeth into his skin, with nips sharp enough to draw blood. No inch of his neck and chest would be left unmarred and that's exactly how it should be.

The scent of his blood thick in the air and intoxicating on Sasha's tongue.

It should drive him wild. After all, the blood of a God should taste like a honeyed delicacy fit for a king.

But, since Sasha is no king, what has he done to deserve such a privilege? If he wants to put his mouth or teeth or tongue on Faro, then he should prove himself worthy. But not by bowing his head, swearing his loyalty or kneeling in reverence.

No, quite the opposite.

Nothing would please Faro more than having Sasha wrestle him to the ground, pin him down with trembling fists, subdue him with a thigh between his legs and disarm him with a smile (It's still his Sasha, at the end of the day).

If he's going to surrender his all to Sasha, then an all out war had better preceded it. Otherwise, where lies his honour, his dignity and pride? How can the God of Conquest submit without a fight?

What is sex if not a trial of strength and endurance, of pain and pleasure and of reducing formidable men into teary-eyed wrecks?