#but I couldn't think of a corresponding couple for them

[ask-the-pioneer]

"I sure do! Watch this..."

"I can make explosive spears and throwables, just like my mom did. I can also propel myself in the air by whipping my tail very fast, which sets off the same flammable compound in my tail surface for an explosive boost. Very handy for movement, but also very loud… not great if you're trying to be stealthy. And yeah, my sibling could do that too, but he was always more interested in doing other things. An energetic but very scatterbrained kid that he was."

[She takes aim and throws the spear somewhere far away. It ignites and explodes with a loud dull bang that shakes the ground slightly]

"I can't do that too often, though. Maybe a handful of times in quick succession before my muscles tense up and burn as if scorched by flames. One time it got so bad that I lost consciousness and couldn't move for a couple of minutes after waking up. That was scary, and hurt like hell... since then I've been more careful. That said, I wonder if there are more slugcats with similar abilities to mine out there? I have not met that many scugs in my life to begin with, if I'm honest..."

"Of course I remember my family, how could I not! My sibling's name is… hmmm, right, let me explain this first. Slugcats have very good sense of smell. Usually, we know one another by our unique scents. They are incredibly complex, but can be written down as series of letters, if you map those symbols to the corresponding scent proteins and other chemical compounds. For example, my scent name would be:"

"Addmitely, this notation method is very over-engineered – a slugcat just knows you are you if they smell you. From what I learned, scugs don't really use a coherent writing system.. of any kind. I think the colonies may use pictograms? I uh, I've never been a part of a colony, so I'm missing a lot of info here. Still, what I wrote on the wall – I have used an Ancient script, which I roughly mapped to key compounds that make a scent. As you can see, it's incredibly long, it can also change over time, parts of it can be masked with non-organic aromas to hide your identity, so on and so forth. To simplify even further, these long strings of letters can be shortened to just the last three or two characters, and this is what scugs may choose to use to refer to one another. Here, my scent name is MGV."

"Then, there are names that resemble the form that the Ancients would use. It's considered more refined, and more common in big colonies where people adopt their preferable roles. Those names are viewed as a kind of «gift», because you receive it from your community. It's a symbol of how they see you, what you mean to them. Of course, my closest family was never a part of a colony… but my mom would still give me and my sibling those special names. I was named «Blue», which is the color of the sky above when it's not raining, and the color of clear water. My brother's name is «Bryn» after a very fragrant medicinal plant that relaxes your muscles when consumed. I always found it funny, as my brother was often the one getting in trouble and giving our mom heartaches."

[She pauses for a moment, thinking intensively]

"Hmm, I never thought of asking my mother about her name. I wonder if she had one? To me and it was always just «mom»…"

"My other parent? I never knew him. Must have left just before or right after my mom had me, because there is literally nothing I remember of him… or them… whoever they were."

[She takes some pearls out from her bag, and inspects them one by one just to keep her hands busy]

"Mom would never talk about him, as if he never existed. And I never questioned her, I was too young to understand and simply accepted everything at face value. It was just the way things were. Would I want to meet my other parent? Maybe, but I doubt it'd make a difference. What would I even say to them? «Thanks for abandoning mom and leaving her to fend for herself»? "

"I don't know. Maybe I'm too harsh. Maybe he was a hero who sacrificed themself to save my mother. That could explain why he was never seen or heard of again. But… I have no way of knowing for sure. It's the life I won't be getting back anyway."

// In the second drawing, I've used logographs from @ikayblythe's Standard Hegemonic Dialect

[anantaru]

— dodging his kiss

including kaveh, thoma, xiao, scaramouche x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, i love making them suffer

— kaveh

"hey no fair! give me a kiss."

nonsense. utter nonsense. kaveh wondered what had started all of this.

the urge, or let's rephrase that, the sudden interest you took to squabble at every minuscule situation, alternating between being his sweet significant other or turning into a taunting little devil.

again, before he was about to leave for the akademiya, kaveh helplessly required from you to send him off with a kiss, just one, but as he went on to fill the distance between you both, you quickly tipped your head to the side in order for him to barely hit your cheek.

he's frowning, the warm air he exhaled tiptoeing on your skin.

"why are you like this?" for an individual as romantic as kaveh seemed to be, you sure had him on the edge the entire time, tickling out every sweet reaction you desired to witness and archons, was he easy to get to this state.

one might think that being roommates with the scribe surely had his sensitive nerves tightened, had them turned to clear, unbreakable diamonds that weren't able to be messed with.

"you're cute when you're angry." you shamelessly admitted back to him, benevolently conveying the sweetest smile you had stored while watching him pout, settling for a closer spot next to you when he ultimately caged you in with his arms.

and when he was hardly an inch away from your face, kaveh decided to give you a taste of your own, bitter medicine.

"really? so you're only cute when you're nice."

dramatically, and in his usual fashion, kaveh tipped his head back to deflect his attention from you to the ceiling, nervously waiting for a response back while also mentally praying to the dendro archon that he didn't cause you any pain with his words.

you see, it was quite seldom for him to tease you back, to push you over the edge because in reality he clearly enjoyed the differences in personalities you both shared.

it's also safe to say that he preferred your minimal plays to that of his roommates, who'd always go too far like last time when he casually decided to grab both keys, making it impossible for kaveh to sleep in their shared home so that he had to come over, in the midst of the night, to stay overnight at your place.

(not that you mind, if anything, you'd love it when alhaitham could repeat the corresponding situation as much as he desired to.)

your smile, in a sudden, slowly disappears when it after a couple of seconds, rose back up in a contagious laughter, your palm subconsciously hiding your mouth, "you're really bad at this."

with your final words, you quickly grabbed his chin to pull him closer for a kiss, missing his bewildered guise when you drew yourself back again.

"i have other qualities, you know?"

kaveh spoke in a low tone, a little hazy, still seeking for more when he had long since forgotten that he actually wanted to leave for the akademiya.

— thoma

"hey." kindly, thoma carried your hand in his palm when he gently brought you to his warm chest, "my break is almost over."

he looks sullen, thoma was saddened that he couldn't spend more time with you, just a little longer, but it had been quite a busy evening today in which he was greatly required, his helping hands were obviously not to be compared with any other.

thoma gingerly hooked his arms around your waist before flaring his soft lips over your forehead, attempting to lower his face to place a chaste, goodbye kiss on top of your lips.

little does he realize you didn't actually plan to receive said affection from him as you swiftly flopped your head to the right direction so he'd clumsily hit your ear instead.

"uh-" at first he thought it was him who took an incorrect approach on this, supposedly seizing the right opportunity at the wrong time.

"i'm sorry." he nervously laughs at you while anxiously rubbing his neck, his eyes a bit scrunched together.

you shouldn't be so joyful when he tapped right into your scheme, fell into it head first, more so when he attempted to kiss you right again, this time being slightly embarrassed and irritated that he had messed it up the first time.

because how on earth did he even manage to accomplish that?

and when thoma carried on with his endeavor, you, at full tilt, angled your head to the left side, ensuring that he missed again.

as disoriented as he was at present, he recalled the past few seconds and skimmed through the situation at hand, his undisturbed utterance evolving into a coquettish guise, "really now?"

your chest muscles pitched together when you puffed out a breathless laugh, excessively amused by his bafflement, well, maybe you were a little pain sometimes, but that's what made thoma fall in love with you in the first place.

"my love." he instantaneously speaks up upon catching a glimpse of your triumphant smile bolstering around the corners of your lips, "i need a kiss from you, right now." he made sure to speak the last words exceptionally clear, as to get his point across.

you're welcoming him, eventually twisting your hands around his neck to place a warm kiss on his lips, mumbling out an innocent 'sorry', yet you cannot find the proper tone in your voice to say it, because in reality you weren't sorry in the slightest.

"why do i feel like you aren't actually sorry?"

though bristling with joy, thoma wasn't actually oblivious as well as new to your usual approaches.

the hilarity of it all was heartwarming, or the new perspective of affection shared by you.

before you let him go at last, you gently pulled him to you so your lips would hover on his ear, aiming to set your intentions clear.

whispering, "because i‘m not."

— xiao

on a tranquilizing evening, your lashes slowly fluttered wide to divulge your eyes to xiao while still remaining enclosed by his arms.

idly, you paid attention to the low thumps of his heart under his ribcage. Your grin was wide from ear to ear, happy at how peaceful it had gotten when you perceived how xiao begun to sluggishly roll himself up.

he tried his utter best to rouse himself from the relaxing atmosphere, to split himself from the slothful— he so referred to it, climate to return to his established routine.

"i have to go now." his golden eyes were all the more compelling under the dim lighting, illuminating their instinctive glowing when he centralized his focus on you. "i will return afterwards."

his breathing nervously hitched, a little, before he decided to add something to his intuitive words, "if you want me to."

delicately, you placed your hand on top of his to calmly ghost your thumb over his knuckles, "of course, i always want you to visit me."

at the realization of your words, xiao's face elated with a rosy shade, a diligent smile creating small wrinkles on his handsome face while his ears tipped a red color.

with another innocent flutter of his eyelashes, he carefully sank back to your frame, aiming to complete his visit with a serene, pacifying kiss.

but, given you were on quite the adventure today, or maybe you had gotten a bit intrigued and interested as to how someone like xiao would react to your almost menacing schemes, you directly dodged his kiss which had him hit your pillow instead.

oblivious to the entire situation you had carefully planted onto him, his face shrunk, "i.. i apologize." yet before you could retort to his words, he insisted in trying it a second time.

his gaze was visibly confused, again when he sought out your left cheek as a substitute, suffering once more when you skillfully dodged it without moving a single muscle.

his reverent, peaceful behavior was threatened by you, as well as your, over the top, innocent stare even after pulling through with your evilness.

"what's the meaning of this?" xiao was commenting on your behavior, his lips were vaguely pursed in a confused way, accentuating the small wrinkles on his forehead. "what do you mean?"

you acknowledged your boyfriend's question but replied in an opposite direction, concealing a bright laugh.

xiao's eyes were a tone lower when he fully sank to you, just about to nearly tower over you.

"you're doing this on purpose." he carefully placed your cheek in his palm before gently ghosting his thumb over your lips, as to try to regain some sort of control over the situation because now, he had you actually figured out.

yet do not get him wrong because contrary to popular believe, xiao found it quite amusing whenever you set forth a somewhat childish, playful behavior like this one in particular.

you weren't a boring human and the small ministrations were usually the highlight of his entire day, like a ray of sunlight peaking from behind the dense, darkened clouds.

"maybe i did." you bluntly chimed back to him, audaciously smiling and cradling his wrist with your hand while leaning into his palm, absorbing his welcoming affability.

"and why is that?" his voice grew calmer and soft, xiao didn't smile often but whenever he did, it's as if the whole world would stand still of a sudden, allowing time to freeze on its entirety.

his senses began to feel the tranquility in your lowered breathing as he suffocated the distance from you, tamely positioning his lips on top of yours, rendering you speechless.

— scaramouche

fundamentally speaking, when scaramouche appeared to be piqued by an irritating occurrence, it was often for him to find comfort in your company, purifying in your gentle clasp.

"the audacity some people display on a daily basis." he heaves at you, slurring while anger thrummed in his body. "whatever." he clicked his tongue.

quickened, scaramouche rubbed his eyes, tampering through his thoughts when his lids fluttered wide to scamper over your face. "at least this boring day is close to its end." your brightened laugh served as a response to his mumbling, vibrating through his being.

archons, how dearly he had missed you, scaramouche longed to see you each passing hour of the day, to at last, be tightly entangled in your arms again, candidly arriving home.

yet as he was appearing to nervously fidget with your shirt, amplifying that he was in his thoughts, you tilted your head to the side to conveniently survey over his features.

and when he noticed, a rush of excitement tipped its way to his cheeks, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

"i think you haven't kissed me today, kuni." you suddenly speak, complying with his thoughts and sometimes scaramouche asked himself if you actually were proficient in reading his thoughts.

"i haven't?" he's a little coy, scattering his hand over your collarbones before settling on your cheek, blood rushing through your face, "i should change that."

you made sure to give yourself a mental applaud later by how easy you had him laced around your finger with kuni being perfectly set for your so called prank.

he didn't waste much time to get to his promise, eagerly striving to kiss your lips when you swiftly clasped your hand on top of your mouth, leaving him behind— utterly bewildered.

his hands tightly clung into the soft bedsheets next to you, his brows furrowing together in confusion, "seriously?"

with all the galling, tiresome people scaramouche had to deal with today, this surely was the icing on top, not to mention how it came from his own significant other.

he slowly pulled away to see you laugh frantically, trying to figure out how to explain this to him, "so this is funny to you?" he takes a moment to summarize before at once, targeting your belly to tickle and pinch the flesh.

you squealed out in surprise, "ah— no please!" unexpectedly you began to beg, evoking whiny screams from your throat, which were now thoroughly in vein, your once innocent scheme twisting into his grasp when scaramouche continued to tickle and pinch you, "now, now."

he's lowering his face to you, smiling when he perceived your warm cheeks and amusing expression, his voice tinted with something akin to hilarity and glee, "how disgraceful of you to fool me like this."

"you're one to talk." you immediately bite back, your hands lifting up to his face to playfully squeeze his squishy cheeks in your palms, "i was trying to see how you'd react."

you disclosed your real intention behind your show, innocently pouting as to convince him to stop the abuse on your belly.

"i think i deserve more than that." scaramouche proceeded to ghost his hand over your stomach, sinking closer to your frame to try again, with you this time knowing well to suffocate any tricks in the near future.

you're greeting him with an affectionate kiss, melting into him while soliciting the warm hearted love you held towards each other.

"maybe i should punish you like this more often." - "please don't."

©2023 anantaru do not share, copy, translate any of my work

[alicenthighstower]

TILE TRANSITION TUTORIAL

a couple of people have asked me for a tutorial on how I did the penultimate gif in this set, so here goes! this is my first tutorial, so please feel free to reach out with further questions if anything's unclear.

note: this tutorial assumes you know the basics of gifmaking, can create the base gifs, and are familiar with timeline mode.

STEP ONE: create the base gifs! I'd recommend staying between 25-40 frames for each gif, since the transitions we'll use later tend to increase gif sizes. these are the ones I'll be using for this tutorial:

STEP TWO: create the guide layouts for both base gifs. for this panel, I chose a 4x4 grid — I would recommend keeping the number of "tiles" low because it can get tedious, but have a minimum of 9 (3x3 grid).

now your canvas should look like this:

STEP THREE: create the tiles. this is where the going gets rough; there might be easier ways to do this that I couldn't think of 😭 if there are any please send me an ask!

essentially, in this step we'll cut up the base gifs into smaller squares so that each tile can be manipulated separately when we put both gifs together. to do this, first create a square using the rectangle tool and the guides. then duplicate the base gif, move it above the square, apply a clipping mask, and then convert the clipped gif and square (selected in the image below) into one smart object.

ALTERNATELY: you could duplicate the original base gif and use layer masks to isolate tiles. create a layer mask for the duplicated gif layer and, with the layer mask selected, drag your mouse over a square (using the guide layout) and press delete. then press ctrl/cmd + i to invert the layer mask so that the gif only shows in the square of your choosing.

now repeat until you've got the entire gif in tiles, and do the same for the other gif!

since the transition effect is achieved by staggering the crossfades for each tile of the final gif, you can cheat by having multiple tiles "flip" at a time, ideally no more than four. this means you need to cut the base gif up into fewer pieces. to do this, simply draw multiple squares instead of one and then merge the shapes, before duplicating and clipping the gif onto them.

if you do this, it's essential to remember that you have to divide both gifs up in the exact same way. each piece of the b/w gif has to correspond to a piece of the purple gif!

this is what the layers look like for each gif once I'm done:

I have them lettered so that it'll be easier to match them up in the next step.

STEP FOUR: this is the complicated bit that took me two days to figure out. I'll do my best to explain but don't hesitate to reach out if something isn't clear!

to begin, open up a new psd and import both base gifs into it. (remember to click "create video timeline" and ensure that your gifs are all in order before proceeding.)

now, the trickiest part about this transition is ensuring that all the little tiles sync up so that the larger gif is coherent. so first we'll create some markers (just empty layers) to ensure that everything lines up as it should. — marker 1: at about halfway through the first gif (b/w in this case) — marker 2: at about a quarter of the gif length — marker 3: close to the end of the gifs

at this point we're ready to start bringing in the tiles. I'm going to delete the base gifs from this new psd just to keep things cleaner!

first thing to do is import my b/w tile. move the timeline slider over to marker 1 and split the first gif. (if it helps, rename the split gifs and add (start) and (end) to the two halves.) then, move the (end) half to the beginning of the timeline, and the (start) half to line up with marker 3.

the purple tile is easier to manage. simply import it into the psd and line it up with marker 2.

your timeline should now look like this:

notice the overlap between the gifs at their beginnings and ends — this is where you'll be able to cascade the tiles flipping, so it helps to have a significant amount of overlap.

crop the three gifs for this tile as you see fit! since this is the first tile I want to flip from b/w to purple, I'll crop gif 1a (end) all the way to the current position of the timeline slider (red line with blue tip) and leave the beginning of gif 2a uncropped. for the flip from purple to b/w, I'll crop both gifs a bit.

once that's done, drag all three gifs onto the same level in timeline so they form a video group. your timeline should look something like this:

now you just repeat the process for all the other tiles! as long as you made sure that all the tiles in one gif correspond with tiles in the other gif in step three, this should be a fairly painless process. make sure to crop the starts/ends of the gifs separately so that they don't all flip together.

this is what my layers look once I've done all the tiles:

and the gif!

STEP FIVE: transitions! click on the half-white square (top right of the left column in the timeline, beside the scissors) and select the crossfade transition, then drag it between two gifs in a video group. it should create a two-triangle symbol and shorten the overall length of the video group.

apply the transition to all the tile flips, ensuring that the duration of all transitions is constant. this can sometimes be tricky because ps likes to change the duration of each transition, so right click on the transition symbol and manually change all your transition durations to be the same.

your layers should now look something like this:

STEP SIX: draw the grid. bring back the guide layout from step two and using the line tool (I like 2px thickness), trace the grid. adjust opacity as you see fit (50-80% is usually a good idea), so that the canvas looks like this:

STEP SEVEN: export and celebrate! you're done!

I hope this tutorial made sense and was easy to follow, and happy giffing! my inbox is always open for any questions <3

[stergeon]

spending some more time chewing on the concept of byleth and edelgard constantly writing each other letters—both while one of them is off traveling and also when they're both at home and seeing each other every day. there's one on the emperor's desk in her study; one in byleth's storage locker in the barracks; one left on a pillow or slipped into a pocket or tucked into a book the other is reading.

the emperor is interrupted during a big meeting by a page delivering a "most crucial missive from the commander." she unseals it in front of everyone and it's a crude drawing of a smiley face that says "hello i love you"

edelgard would write these excessively verbose things, very heavy on the poetry and flowery language. there are a couple paragraphs of updates and then page after page after page of "i love you"s and "i miss you"s communicated in ten thousand different and increasingly grandiloquent ways. byleth has learned to bring a dictionary along on her trips so she can decode all the sesquipedalian nightmare terms edelgard uses to tell her she's pretty. most letters start and end with an implied threat that if anyone other than byleth reads it or finds out how soft the emperor is, there will be hell to pay, but it doesn't stop her from proceeding to go ham on the romantic sappiness.

meanwhile byleth's letters are. pretty straight and to the point. she's keeping her posted about the weather, about this dog that she met, about a cool tree she saw, and transcribing direct quotes and best wishes from their friends. but she also includes little mementos she picked up or shiny things she found (she's like a crow with pretty rocks, shells, and baubles), and presses flowers that she thinks edelgard will like, and attempts to sketch things she wishes edelgard got to see with her. it's painfully obvious that byleth will never have an artistic career, but edelgard adores every single drawing all the same.

(hubert made a suggestion to have the emperor and her adviser use different seals or envelopes for their personal and official correspondence. this was accepted as reasonable. several months later, edelgard found out he made the suggestion after the third instance in which he'd been doing his secretarial duties and responding to the emperor's mail, only to find the message from the emperor's adviser did not, in fact, contain the woman's latest report on the situation in fhirdiad or fodlan's locket, but a rather lurid list of her intentions for the emperor upon returning home to enbarr. one contained a diagram. hubert did not examine it.)

edelgard, who hoards every paper she's ever had reason to touch and who has a (frankly, pathological) filing system for everything in her life, has a special container for byleth's letters that is under lock and key. byleth, who lived out of a rucksack for most of her life and constantly had to consider carry weight when vetting her few belongings, doesn't really know how to... have... things. she struggled with toting around all this paper for a while, but couldn't bear to toss out even the simplest "meet me at 4pm for the council meeting" message. she had to make peace with the concept of using a drawer for something like long-term storage and frequently checks to make sure they're all still there.

both of them keep their favorite ones in the back of their respective journals and act like they're not so extremely, terminally soft on each other.

[emeritusemeritus]

I have a request for you if it’s all right! May I please request a George Weasley x muggle girlfriend reader where they met while in a muggle park, and have been dating ever since? They have been bf and gf for a couple years now, and have managed to keep it a secret from everyone besides Fred, who is the only one who knows of George’s muggle gf’s existence. Now the Yule Ball is going to happen soon, and there’s no one else in the world that George would rather bring than his sweet girlfriend… Problem being that she’s a muggle and the Yule Ball is at Hogwarts. Him and Fred devise a plan to sneak Y/n into Hogwarts to go to the dance with George, and it’s all going well until Dumbledore catching a very muggle Y/n giggling with her wizard Bf George as they start to dance at the ball.

The couple would be panicked at first, thinking Dumbledore will Obliviate Y/n, but he just raises his eyebrows, winks at the couple, and lets them go on their merry way😂

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for this request, I had a lot of fun writing it and I’m so very sorry it took so long to post. Hope you are well and I did your idea justice 🖤

Cool Yule

Warnings: None really? Muggle!Reader x George Weasley. Slight angst in parts, troublemaking, we’re ignoring the international statue of secrecy completely. Multiple Disney references, references to soulmates but no actual discussion. Dumbledore is the GOAT. Probably spelling and grammar errors but I’m way too lazy to check again.

Word count: 3.1k (I got carried away, I blame the long hair)

Your boyfriend was a wizard.

An actual, honest to god, spell casting wizard with a magic wand, who attended a school for other magic users.

That was a sentence you'd never been able to say out loud since meeting George Weasley all those years ago, a secret you could never divulge to anyone and probably never could. You'd fallen for the sweet, ginger boy in the handmade knitted jumper all those years ago at the park that you'd accidentally barrelled into, dizzy from the swings and the laughter. He'd been kind, thoughtful and unbelievably gorgeous, three qualities of his that had only grown and developed with time.

His world was different to yours, a little behind and archaic in it's methods overall but it seemed quaint and sweet. He didn't have any understanding of technology and the only way to communicate was via letters that often arrived via an unreliable owl, a novelty that never wore off even after years of correspondence. You'd meet at the park nearly everyday during the summer when he was home from his boarding school, with your relationship quickly developing into a love story even the cheesiest Rom-coms couldn't portray accurately.

The downside, was that your relationship had to remain a secret. He didn't care that you were a 'muggle', his world's word for a non-magic person and was certain that his family wouldn't be displeased by it but admitting your relationship on your end would only bring on an account slaughter of questions that you couldn't answer. You weren't technically allowed to know about his magic use but George being the sweet boy he was, couldn't keep a secret from you any longer, feeling as if he was deceiving you somehow.

He also couldn't keep the secret from his twin brother Fred, unable to avoid the knowing looks and incessant questioning he was receiving from his perceptive twin. Fred was the only person in the world that knew about you and George's relationship, but he became a valuable ally who often covered for George to allow you both to meet. You'd never actually met Fred, though you'd heard many, many tales from George about their shenanigans, home life and future plans, it was like you knew him already.

Everything was going brilliantly between you both until his sixth year at the school, when you received the first letter from him since he went back to school.

He'd excitedly told you all about the Tri-Wizard competition and the two other magic schools that had joined together in the championship to compete. He'd told you of how he was frustratingly below the age restriction but that he and Fred were devising a plan to sidestep around the rules, as per usual, to put their names in for the chance to compete. But then he mentioned the Yule Ball, a great gathering between the three schools on Christmas Day that would be somewhat of a dance. He told you about his younger brother Ron's complete inability to find a date and Fred's ease at scoring one of the 'better' choices in their friend Angelina. He hasn't mentioned a date for himself but had joked about a lad called Neville that would probably end up going alone with a disparaging tone. Was George going to take a date? So not only would you not see him over Christmas break but now you had visions of him dancing the night away with another girl, how festive.

You hadn't replied to his last letter, unable to finish your response whilst your stomach knotted about the discovery of the ball. You couldn't get past the idea of George taking someone as his date, someone more like him, that fit in his world- someone that was everything that you weren't. It was inevitable really, your relationship breaking down due to the overwhelming differences between your worlds.

When Errol came banging into your window early on the following Saturday morning, giving you an almighty fright, you knew that it could only be a follow up letter from George. You opened your bedroom window and reached out for the heap of feathers that had unceremoniously slid down your window and collapsed into an owl-shaped puddle on your windowsill. You gave him a drink of water and allowed him to rest on your window whilst he lazily pecked at the window frame before he fell asleep.

You opened the letter against your better judgment, secretly wishing it away even as you opened the haphazardly sealed envelope. He was checking that you were okay, that he hadn't messed up the dates with your family's holiday and that you'd received his last letter; knowing Errol it was very likely that it might not have reached its destination.

You sighed, rubbing at your eyes and took a seat at your desk to quickly write a reply, ignoring the other ten drafts you'd started.

"Hi George, sounds like a lot of fun, I hope you have a wonderful time, who's your date? No you were right, we're going away over Christmas. Send my love to Fred as always. Talk soon. Love y/n."

Short, sweet and it got the point across. You looked at the writing, specifically the closing of 'love' but it was an unbroken habit that you instinctively had written- you still loved him so it was hardly a lie.

You gave the letter to Errol, scratching his little fluffy head to wake him up and told him to take it to George- with no rush. He huffed, chirped lightly and off he went with an almighty kick off, almost slipping off the ledge.

George's reply came later than night, though it wasn't Errol that arrived this time but rather an immaculately white owl with piercing brown eyes and a black beak that tapped at your window in an almost human like fashion. You accepted the letter and gave the owl a timid stroke, finding her completely beautiful.

"My sweet girl, why would I take anyone to the Ball when you're the only girl I want? Fred and I have been thinking and there might be a way to sneak you in, if you would accept the invitation? It's dangerous but so, so worth it to see your beautiful face. You'll need a dress of course and I've made a bit of money taking bets against the competitors so I can help out a little but I'm not sure how I'd get it to you or how I'd be able to change it to muggle money. I'd do anything to have you here. Please reply and let me know if you'd be my date. I love you and miss you so very much. Fred sends his love too, he's dying to meet you.

All my love, Georgie."

It took you less than five minutes to decide and to fire off a reply via the beautiful snowy owl.

It would be dangerous yes, but to hear how much George wanted you to be there, to hear the honesty in his words had made you realise how intensely you missed him and that it would all be worth it.

Secretive letters began to arrive, with codes and directions you were to follow. You'd told him in no uncertain terms that he was not to part with a single penny of his money, which you'd found out was a 'knut' in wizarding money. You had a little money saved from your birthday and from some extra chores and had managed to find a nice dress on a shopping spree with your best friend that you thought looked nice in George's favourite colour.

The issue would be slipppng away from your family on Christmas. How the hell would you manage that? As it turned out, it was easier than you thought. A big family Christmas with your siblings, step and half siblings, aunts, uncles and cousins galore meant that there were so many people around that you seemed to slip into the background anyway, a lost sheep amongst the herd. Your older brother knew something was up as soon as you arrived at your granny's house on the 22nd of December, ready to start the festivities. You'd packed your dress, along with the letters from George and the money you'd taken from the now broken piggyback from your childhood.

How you found yourself in a cold, damp tunnel at 7pm on Christmas Day, dressed up to the nines in your new dress was bewildering to you. You'd followed George's instructions exactly as they'd been written, trying not to question the often ridiculous requests that seemed so foreign to you and had inevitably ended up in exactly the right place... or so you hoped. After crawling through the dark and dreary tunnel for some time, you had begun to doubt your abilities and George's intentions, at least for a brief moment. Surely this dark tunnel couldn't lead to the marvellous castle George had described time and time again.

You let out a quiet sigh, heart pounding as you saw a brief flicker of light up ahead and began to panic, thinking you'd be caught. But then you listened, your entire body freezing in fear as your senses heightened.

"I told her to come this way, seemed like the best idea at the time," you hear a muffled voice whisper.

"Oh yeah drag your girlfriend through the darkest tunnel there is," the second, similar voice argues.

"Maybe she decided not to come?"

"Don't think like that mate, she'll be here."

George and Fred. It had to be.

You slowly moved forward, putting the fear behind you as you walk towards the light source and the hushed voices.

"George?" You say timidly, approaching the pair.

"Y/n?" He says, lowering his wand that was illuminated at the end.

The smile that shines from his face is enough for you realise that it had all been very much worth it, even traipsing through the dank tunnel for much longer than you'd have liked.

The castle was just as magnificent as George had made out, maybe ever more so, as he and Fred gave you a quick tour of the magical place. It was decorated with elegance and opulence, with an entire grotto's worth of fairy lights and garlands, though you were certain you'd seen the lights move more than once but didn't question it. Snow covered Christmas trees created a beautiful path throughout the hallways towards what was called the Great Hall. It was a sight to behold with silver tinsel and wall hangings adorning the walls, hanging from high up beams and some even just floating there as if levitating in mid-air. There was a huge ice sculpture in the corner of the room, filled at the base with refreshments and a selection of opulent desserts.

It was all so unbelievably beautiful, but yet it still didn't compare to George.

He wore a long black robe with a bronze coloured waistcoat with little golden stars all over the material, which complimented his fiery red hair in the most wonderful way. His shirt was white with little stripes and a bow tie that was slightly imperfect, only adding to the charm. Fred was wearing a very similar outfit and as you looked between the two, you couldn't believe your luck that you were here to experience this with your beloved.

Fred was incredible, a real jokester just as you'd imagined him but he was polite and very friendly, as was his date Angelina who you'd been briefly introduced to. George had pointed out more people who's names were familiar to you throughout the night but hadn't introduced you, to keep your little secret safe.

You'd danced and spun for what seemed like hours, the brightest smile beaming across your face as you giggled and laughed the entire time. Fred had taken over and had spun you around like you weighed as much as a feather, before he'd dutifully handed you back to your boyfriend with a cheeky wink. The music had suddenly slowed and a very romantic song came on, something you'd never heard before l, and it was only natural for you and George to move closer. His hands naturally fell to your hips, holding your body closely to his as you encircled your own arms around his shoulders, despite the height difference.

"You look so beautiful," he says in a low voice, looking down at you with a look that completely takes your breath away for a moment.

"You've said that already," you tease, keeping your voice equally as low and sultry, feeling as if you were in your own bubble entirely, barely swaying to the music as you held on to each other.

"I'll tell you as often as I can," he says cheekily, "you take my breath away."

"You look so handsome," you reply, feeling as if you were gushing with adoration for this boy.

His hand slips a little lower on your waist as you move ever closer, your hand slipping down from his high shoulders to clutch at the collar of his robes, both of you still gazing into each other's eyes as he leans down to kiss you.

You can’t verbalise it, or even begin to fathom how exactly it makes you feel, but for a brief moment in time, it feels like you’re surrounded by an invisible yet very permanent thread, like you were being bound together soul to soul. It envelopes you in its mist, entwining you and George together in a way that feels all-consuming. It’s peaceful and exhilarating all at the same time; but before you can even begin to realise what was happening, it all seemed to fade away, leaving you feeling nothing but warmth and love.

Pulling away, George dramatically twirls you around, dress flexed out around your legs, using your hand and you both giggle together. The laughter dies in his throat the second that he sees a figure moving towards him, the light and shimmer in his eyes dying like an extinguished flame.

An old man moves beside the pair of you, adorned in his finest silver robes with a beard longer than you'd ever seen. He looked almost comically like what you'd envisioned a wizard to be, so unlike how George has presented himself all these years; he looked like an archetype of Merlin himself, like Disney's imagining of ‘The sword in the stone’. He carries the air and grace of someone who is significantly important to the people around him, a commanding figure amongst the sea of joyous people. He meanders over to you and George with a knowing, yet ambiguous expression and he stops in his tracks to look over his half moon shaped glasses at you. He can see right through you and you are painfully aware of it. He knows you do not belong here, that you were a muggle amongst wizards, the little ugly duck amongst swans.

You swallow nervously, realising that this might be it for the two of you, that you could be in very real danger now. George’s hold tightens on you, wether out of protection or his own fear and you can’t help but squeeze back, sharing in his fear.

Fred and Angelina stop twirling beside you, two pairs of frozen bodies in the middle of the dance floor. You can feel Fred’s gaze cutting into you, no doubt carrying the same fear as his brother. What would happen now? You’d been caught.

To your utter amazement, the old man doesn’t cause a scene by cursing you out, doesn’t re-enact the scene in Lion King 2 when Simba banishes Kovu but without the singing giraffes and zebras. There’s no anger, no malice in his expression, only a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and a slightly raise of his eyebrow. He looks between the pair of you, as if he’s seeing something that isn’t there, that the two of you cannot see.

His lips upturn into the tightest of smirks and raises a long, somewhat crooked finger to the side of his nose, tapping it twice gently against the curved nose. He winks from his left eye and begins to walk away, almost chuckling under his breath to himself as he saunters over to a woman in vibrant green robes who had begun to notice that something wasn’t right. He whisks her onto the dance floor, ensuring that her back is turned to the two twins and their dates and leads her away through the sea of dancing couples under the pretence of leading the dance.

George audibly let’s out the breath he’d been holding under the scrutiny of the man and let’s go of his right grip on your waist just slightly, still clutching you protectively.

“Who was that?” You ask quietly, loud enough that only George would be able to hear.

“Dumbledore… headmaster,” he replies, though his voice is a little shaky still. He casts a glance to the large clock on the wall above everyone’s head and you see the slight frown pulling between his eyebrows.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says, reaching for your hand and beginning to pull you away from the dance floor, shooting a glance to Fred out of curtesy, silently communicating that he was stepping away. He doesn’t give you time to reply nor question his decision as he leads you by the hand through the crowd and out of the large wooden doors, leading out into the courtyard that is just as beautiful as the hall. He takes you to a nearby, unoccupied bench where you take a seat, adjusting the poof of the dress beneath you as you sit. The air is cold out here but you hardly notice, welcoming the slight chill after your little run in with the headmaster.

“Thank you,” George says quietly, almost absently as he watched you faffing with your dress. You look up at him in confusion, not quite sure as to why he’s thanking you.

“For everything, for trusting me and for coming here tonight,” he adds. “When I sent that first letter, I never considered you’d think I could spend this night with anyone else because there’s no one else for me. Never imagined that you would come, that you’d fit in so brilliantly.”

“It’s you I should be thanking,” you say, looking up to him with the sweetest, most adoring look you could muster. “You’ve introduced me to this whole new world and I’m so thankful I got to spend this night with you. I feel like Cinderella going back to her regular boring life after this.”

“Cinderella?” He asks, completely oblivious.

“I’ll tell you another time,” you smile warmly.

“No rush. We’ve got a whole lifetime.”

[george-weasleys-girl]

Amoree

Can i request a fic/drabble or whatever u wanna do with this:

f!reader x Fred Weasley (they're dating)

The twins have left school and when Harry, Ron and Hermione go to the WWW, the reader goes with the trio

As Fred and she are away for a while, the situation gets a little "strange" at first (I got this idea from Amy and Peralta) Fred doesnt know much what to do, thinking if she missed him as he felt her. Everything is solved and she's leaving with the trio but is fluff more fluff

if you need a prompt "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back." pleaseee♥️i love you and you're amazing (I'm sleepy and wrote too much so maybe have wrong words sorry)

Thank you so much, lovely🥰

I'm not familiar with the reference, so I hope this turns out as you were envisioning it.

Hello Again

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: one curse word

Fred paced back and forth, pausing every few minutes to stare out the window. Almost three months had passed since he had last seen Y/N. She stood on the ramparts of the castle, blowing him a kiss as he and George flew off into the night. After that, they'd exchanged a few letters here and there, but he'd been busy getting the shop up and running, and Y/N was wrapped up studying for her N.E.W.T.S.

So, it made sense that their correspondences were sporadic and brief. At least, that's what Fred kept telling himself. But, the truth was, deep down, he worried that time and distance were pulling her away from him.

~•~

Harry, Ron, and Hermione bounced through the door with Y/N following behind, a nervous smile plastered onto her face. At first, she'd been so excited to see Fred again. It felt like ages since she'd heard his voice or melted into one of his all-encompassing hugs. However, the closer it got to their visit, the more apprehensive she grew. The letters between them in the past months had seemed so formal and distant. She knew he was busy with the shop and everything, but her paranoid mind couldn't help wondering if he was falling out of love with her.

~•~

"So, umm... this is the apartment," Fred waved around the room. After an awkward, uncertain hug, he'd given Y/N the "grand tour," and now they stood in the living room of his and George's flat.

"It's nice, very comfy," Y/N took in the room that held an old, ratty sofa that looked like one from the Burrow and a couple of rickety chairs.

"We've got better furniture on order," he commented.

Y/N nodded, turning back Fred. "It really is nice."

"Yeah, yeah," Fred stammered. "Would you, um, like to sit down?"

"Ok," Y/N replied.

"Anything to drink?"

"No thanks, I'm good."

Fred nodded and sat beside her. "So, yeah... " His words trailed off and he turned his gaze away from her. "Are we, you know...?"

"I - I don't know," she looked up at him. "Are we?"

"I hope so," he said, meeting her gaze. "But your letters were really short and kinda... I don't know..." He shrugged, unable to find the right words.

"I knew you were busy, and I didn't want to bother you with big, long letters."

Fred blinked in surprise. "You wouldn't have bothered me, love! I thought you were rethinking our relationship."

"I thought the same about you," Y/N countered. "Your letters didn't exactly instill a lot of confidence either."

"I knew you were studying for your N.E.W.T.S and I... " Fred stopped, realization dawning. "We're really fucking stupid."

Y/N snorted. "Yeah. We really are."

"I'm glad we're not breaking up," Fred said.

"Me too."

"So, umm, I was wondering," Fred began with a grin. "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

Y/N giggled. "You can have all the kisses, my love."

~•~

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I fake corrupted/hid the files for a TV show on my plex server because my SIL is obsessed with it and uses it as babysitting?

💙 to find later

Context: I (29f) have a plex media server where I have all of my movies, TV shows, audiobooks etc., and also grant access to friends and family (think Netflix but not paid/generally better). As admin of the Plex server, I can see every connected user's activity, what they watch how long they watched it, all that stuff, and I keep that tab open so that I can monitor it for unauthorized access (plus I like the little dopamine hit from seeing my stats/how much media I've consumed lol).

My SIL (29F) has two kiddos (11moM, 6M), that she only has a couple of days a week, as her and my husband's brother are going through a seperation/divorce. Even before the seperation, she'd always been kind of inattentive, not especially interested in the kids and hanging out with them. Not abusive or neglectful, just. Not that keen on actually spending time with them.

I added a kids show for my nephews-Bluey. It's a cute show, why not. Since I've added it, SIL's watch history says she has watched the complete series very nearly every day. I'm talking 5:30am til 11pm. Nonstop. Well, whatever, she's entitled to spend her time however.

Yesterday, I had some time to play with my nephew at his grandparents' house. At some point we ended up talking about Bluey, he kinda scrunches his face up, looks at me, and says "I don't like Bluey. It's ALWAYS on. Means so I can't watch anything I want to watch. Bluey is my enemy now."

So I think about it, look back at the watch history, and it corresponds to when she usually has the kids. I don't have kids and I don't know her life, but electric babysitting sits poorly with me.

I have the ability to restrict access to some folders to users, without them knowing they've lost access. And the nature of illegal file acquisition is that sometimes where you originally downloaded files from just disappear. It'd be completely plausible if I said I couldn't find a download, and she would not know how to look for them herself

So, WIBTA if I restricted access?

What are these acronyms?

[vikkirosko]

Hello again! Hope you are doing well and had a good Thanksgiving. But I was wondering if you could do a short story or headcanon on a character from helluva boss, hazbin hotel, or both, x an insomniac reader ( gender of your choice ). Thank you!

Well, I'm not celebrating Thanksgiving, but thanks anyway. Happy last holiday and I hope you had a wonderful time!

🦉 Octavia x Reader headcanons Insomnia 🌌

Octavia didn't know for a long time that you had insomnia. You often corresponded at night, but you always said that you would go to bed soon, that you stayed up watching a TV series, playing video games or doing household chores. But when Octavia's parents' relationship got really bad, she came to you, asking you to stay the night. You let her in without any questions, for which she was grateful to you. She woke up in the middle of the night to drink water, and saw you, who had not gone to bed

You honestly admitted to her that you have insomnia. You've tried a lot of ways to fall asleep, but the same thing happened every time. You lay in bed, then covered yourself with a blanket, then opened up, turned in different directions, but you couldn't sleep. Every time you got up, did whatever business you could think of, and went to bed in the morning, and got up a couple of hours later on the alarm clock, feeling exhausted

Octavia was worried about you, because so much sleep a day could affect your health. While she was staying with you, she decided to help you overcome insomnia. Octavia remembered having nightmares as a child and her father helping her fight them. She sat next to you while you were trying to sleep, she showed you beautiful illusions, a starry sky similar to what her father once showed her. It brought back pleasant memories for her

She was quietly humming a lullaby that her father used to sing to her, and when she looked at you, she saw that you were sleeping peacefully. Octavia smiled softly, seeing your calm breathing. When she wanted to get up, she noticed that your hand was squeezing hers. Her smile widened a little and she lay down next to you, covering her eyes

When Octavia woke up, you were still sleeping, lying next to her. You held hands all night and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief, because it meant that you were able to sleep through the night. She doubted that your insomnia would go away so easily, but she didn't mind coming to you more often and helping you fall asleep

[rinravenkeep]

The Trees are part of the Squid's Plan! (major main quest spoilers)

After spending way too long playing through the new quests in SSO, I've come up with a theory. A real long theory. That the Life Wardens are siding with both Dark Riders and Soul Riders in order to repair the Wild Weave and reconnect with one another, inadvertently helping the Dark Riders to free Garnok.

Lemme explain.

This is the map in the Fort Maria portal room. It shows the seven major Life Wardens that we know of, but it also gives us some clues about the story going forwards.

First, the obvious.

Yeah, there's no way that little illustration in the corner is anything but Ol' Squiddy's Tentacles. But we knew he was imprisoned between worlds, in neither Pandoria nor Jorvik - so finding out he's been chilling in the Wild Weave, or a location only accessible by it, makes sense.

Next, when it comes to putting a name to each of these trees I think most are fairly self explanatory. We've known about most of these trees for years, even if they've never been a part of the story, such as with the Ice Tree by the Stonecutter's Vault in Dino Valley, and the Unnamed Tree way up near where you finish the Red String Trail in the Firgrove Mountains.

Where it gets interesting is with the two trees I couldn't place; such as the one between the Sentinel Tree in Mistfall and the Ice Tree in Dino Valley; and the one on the far left, signified by floating islands.

In my mind it makes sense to have a couple of the trees sprouting in Pandoria, since the two worlds are connected by the tree roots - and the only floating rocks I know about are in Pandoria - but who knows.

Overlaying the normal map on top of these locations makes it pretty clear that they're supposed to correspond to real map locations. The only anomaly is the Ice Tree and Sentinel Tree, whose positions are reversed on the portal map.

What's interesting is that Garnok, if I'm following the map's logic correctly, would hold exactly the same positioning as the Dark Core Oil Rig.

(For context, we know the Rig's position from old skybox errors that used to show it when stood in the right spots, some maps from the books (which I know aren't always canon anymore, but hey it's the best we've got) and, most recently, if the player looks South when entering Devil's Gap, thanks to that little black hole we helped Sunshine open up recently.)

Where am I going with all this? Okay!

Firstly, we know that the trees have helped the Dark Riders in the past. The Life Wardens have repeatedly said the only loyalty they have is to each other, and quite frankly after what the Jarl did, who can blame them. (Thanks Jon).

This is going into massive spoiler territory for the most recent quest as of 17/1/24 so if you haven't completed it yet, flee.

The Sentinel Tree in the Wildwoods has been corrupted by Pandorian magic for a while now. But in the newest quest, we saw Sabine using the Runesmasher to break into it and create a portal to free Erissa.

Side tangent about the hammer:

For those who didn't play the Halloween quests, basically one of the Jarl's servants got the ice valley smith to make a hammer that could destroy runestones, broke one open, and a Vala witch gave him immortality. Aka. Sive (or an identical Vala witch), who is deeply connected with the Life Wardens and who probably gave Sabine the hammer when we saw her in Devil's Gap, has no problem with this action.

The Life Wardens, or at the very least Sive, their ally, wanted the portal opened and Erissa freed.

Why?

To re-grow the Wild Weave.

Assuming Garnok's position on my map was correct, the only way the Dark Riders now have to free him is to go directly through the Wild Weave.

And since we're good people who like nature... yeahhh the Soul Riders are totally going to end up healing some trees and inadvertently opening the path to Garnok wide open.

Oh yeah. We're going to mess up royally.

[haydensky01]

Obey me! Lucifer loses MC the worst way (Part 1/3)

Attention: not short attention spane friendly, angst, spoilers

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Being in an established relationship with the strongest demon of the Devildom after the kings is all fun and wholesome untill you realise how lonely it really is.

Since you and Lucifer started dating almost 3 months ago you went on 2 dates only and spent hardly any time together with the brothers always causing troubles and Diavolo making the most out of the demon's oath.

It is not that you haven't tried. You did. You understood the importance he has in this realm and that being the demanding partner isn't an option. But not seeing him nor hearing from him for the fifth day in a row was going beyound reasonable tolerance.

it is with all these doubts and heartaches that you gathered with Mammon and Belphegor in the planetarium that day.

"Ya lookin' a lil' bit sadder every day ya know?. Havin' debts problems?" Mammon says his face shoved into yours.

"Quit playing." You answer as you push him away. "I am just ... reconsidering stuff."

"It's Lucifer, isn't it?" Belphie says seriously.

"Who else?" You say in a surrender.

"This A'hole causing ya trouble? UUUGH told ya I am better." Mammon tries to make you laugh.

"He is an A'hole. But don't say it like that. He is just too busy to even remember I exist."

"Well, it isn't a surprise to anyone. I mean, you knew all along who he was and what he does. It is unfair to expect otherwise now." Belphie wasn't wrong. But he wasn't right either.

"You think remembering to send me a good morning or a how are you or an I miss you once a day is unfair? Come on."

"Yup, He ain't even eating with us for a few days now. Thinking he is SOOO important. Pleasing his one and only true love, Diavolo." Mammon laughs hysterically before realizing your mortified face expression. "Oie .. MC. Listen, it was just a stupid joke." He suddenly becomes serious. "Those kindda things need to be talked about. Ya can't just expect them to be magically fixed only through patience. Ya guys are a couple after all. Even if I persist that choosing him over me was a SIN" He finishes in a laugh.

"Would you stop that Mammon, you are embarassing yourself." Belphie interrupts. "As much as I hate to admit, but Mammon is right. You guys need to sit and talk."

"Both of you are right" You say as you gather your courage and stand up all motivated. "If it is fixable it needs to be addressed now. If it isn't we at least could break up with dignity and not keep dragging this more than we should. I am going to him now." You turn your back to the boys and leave rapidly.

"Oie ... Can't ya wait untill he comes out of his retreat at least? He is dangerous ya know!" Mammon screams as you run off. "Don't worry! Lucifer would never harm me." You say from afar as you enter the house. Not knowing you couldn't be further from reality.

Lucifer was a dark soul with rays of lights. Sometimes the light shines bright enough to leave only shadows. Some others, any sparkle is hardly found. What was it like to be the eldest of the 7 most powerful and problematic demons? To have lived thousands of years in service only to live even more still serving? To be the connection between two realms where you are a source of fear in one and hatred in the other, ending up in love with someone from the third? Was it hard to be him? No. It wasn't. It was impossible to be him. Simply impossible.

Somewhere between the hundredth cup of coffee and the 3rd bottle of Demonus, Lucifer couldn't make sense of the letters between the authorities of the three realms discussing current and future trades anymore. Those letters written in diffrent languages, diffrent alphabets. Each discussing a diffrent topic and all must fall in the right laws of Devildom and correspond to the budget allocated by Diavolo. You know, easiest thing on Earth ... or hell should I say really. Several days after starting, Lucifer just doesn't seem to see the end of it. *Beep* oh great another fax from Diavolo, only the 4th since this morning. The letter sent from the Castle falls on a pile of other faxes on the floor accumulated for days. *Beep* oh a fifth one. No, this one isn't from Diavolo. With a side eye Lucifer recognizes the redish words on the paper. This is yet another notification from the family bank. "How much debts are you able to generate Mammon?" Lucifer thinks to himself.

It was amid this atmosphere that you knocked on Lucifer's study before letting yourself in the dark room without waiting for an answer from the demon. There you saw him. Tie loose, bags under his eyes as if he took a punsh on the face, messy hair, red eyes. He was sitting at his desk, more like thrown at his desk, between buildings of files. He doesn't even raise his head to the intruder.

"Luce!" You say.

"What brings you?" He says without looking at you.

"I am doing fine, thanks." You respond coldly. "I was hoping we could talk a moment."

"Now is not the time." Yet not looking at you.

You approach and stand in front of his desk.

"No. Now is the perfect time." you say as you reach to his face with your hands lifting it for a forced eye contact. "Hi!" You say smiling.

"You don't understand MC, I said no." He answers as he gently takes your hands off.

"Luce, I .."

"NO!"

The last NO was loud, very loud. What was that you just felt? Fear? Did you just get scared of your loved one? No. Not you. If everyone is scared of him, you know better than anyone that Luce is more than just a pile of power and pride. You shake the feeling away and go straight to the curtains of the huge to the ceiling window and open them wide. An avalanche of light invades the room filling every corner. You turn all smiles to your lover. Lucifer was up looking at you ... in his demon form.

in a brush of wing he sends the papers flying across the room and throws his desk to the wall.

"YOU FOOLISH HUMAN!" He screams at you.

The feeling came back stronger than ever. Heart pounding, body shaking, eyes filled with tears, you were freightened. You were terrified. No, no you refuse. Remember. This is Lucifer, the one who saved you so many times, the one caring for a bunch of ungrateful brothers, the one who sold himself to save Lilith. The one who just wants to be useful. You refuse to let the fear win.

"I refuse, I refuse to be scared of you. I love you!" You yell as you run towards him and hug him tight.

##############

Barbatos goes out of your room with bloddy pieces of cotton.

"She will be alright Lucifer." He says to a mortified Lucifer leaning on the wall across the corridor. "She didn't lose much blood, the stitches won't leave any scar."

"I want to see her."

"It probably won't be a good idea." Barbatos responds as he looks at the 6 demons garding your door all fists tight, throwing threatening looks to their brother on the other side. "Besides, she is asleep now. You should get some rest yourself. You look terrible."

"Yes, go away murderer." Levi says between two sobs.

"How could you?" Asmo throws in-between his teeth.

"She loves you. You unworthy!" Belphie adds.

"You just had to, didn't you?" Satan joins the rest.

Beel growls as he steps towards his brother eyes on fire.

"Enough!" Mammon says. To his voice everyone of the brothers stops and Beel gets back. "This isn't time to make a mess. MC just slept after tremendous pain. Disturbing her won't do any good. Lucifer, go to your room. No need to feed the tension here. I will let you know when MC wakes up."

"But he tried to ..." Satan objects.

"I KNOW. not now Satan." Mammon interrupts Satan. "Lucifer, go!"

Lucifer looks at his younger brother whom caused him troubles for centeries and whom he punished more than he can remember. He was sending him to his room. Mammon was sending Lucifer to his room. He looks another time to his brothers surrounding Mammon, following his orders. To Barbatos avoiding to be too much involved in something he certainly qualifies as private matters. A final look to your door with a pain in the chest. Then goes away in the most painful, ashamed and miserable walk out.

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"How is she doing?" Diavolo asks Barbatos as soon as this one enters the young Prince's office.

"She is stable. Hurt but not dying."

"How is Lucifer?"

"Dying but not hurt."

"Hm ..." Diavolo puts his hand under his chin. "What happened exacly? You left me with no further details earlier after Mammon called you."

"My apologies my Lord, the situation needed urgent assistance. Lucifer apparently threw MC very violently against a wall and was transperced by one of the items on it."

"So there is an element of accident to this all."

"It would have been if Lucifer didn't try to throw her again against the same wall with the decorative horns on. I chose not to reveal, but without my ancestral knowledge of healing magic, she would have been long gone by now."

"This changes everything, doesn't it?"

"Well, fortunately Mammon wasn't at ease the moment MC went to the study and stayed nearby. He could rescue her before the second attack which would have certainly been fatal. He even overpowered Lucifer."

"Mammon overpowered Lucifer?"

"It appears so, yes. Lucifer was in a mess. He allegedly haven't slept nor eaten for nearly a week. This helped weaken him enough for Mammon to force him out of his rage mode. He is the second born after all."

"We could bet the sight of MC's injuries contributed shocking him out of it as well."

"Perhaps. Nonetheless, Mammon was able to control him without damaging him too much or himself. He even had the rest of the brothers stay away from any revenge attack and managed everything so well I arrived to a very tense yet somehow peaceful atmosphere in the house with MC already well assisted."

"Well well well, won't you look at that? It appears that our little Mammon matured and became the reliable brother Lucifer always wanted him to be."

"He has always been so. You know very well that he chooses to be the way he is. Not because he cannot be something else. It is just that he has a lifestyle that he chose and likes. On contrary to Lucifer." The Buttler says while serving to his master a cup of tea hinting to the only one who could comprehend those words.

"Well, future events won't be easy. We need to make sure to be of great support to the whole family. And especially to MC."

"At your orders my Lord."

Part 2/3 here

[ash-dark-desires]

Headcanon: they didn't hangout like, you know, the 3 of them very often, but Julia thought Ashley could warm up about their relationship if she felt invited and welcomed in their dynamic (although Julia enjoyed spending time with Ashley as much as washing a gigantic pile of dirty, crusty dishes). Ashley was a very lonely girl, and she only half-behaved when Andrew was around. Plus, she thought that Andrew seeing her sister having fun (or at least, be mildly ok) with them would give her bonus points. So, during the first weeks, they started inviting Ashley to the mall and stuff, once or twice.

It was a major disaster, like everything was when Ashley was involved. That brat monopolized Andrew's entire attention the moment she started acting up. It was either him telling her off for shouting and cursing like a sailor in the middle of the mall, or him trying to calm her and suffice her every need and whim, like a spoiled toddler.

"I'm bored"

"I want ice cream"

"Andy, give me 5 bucks for a cone"

"Why the fuck are we watching a rom com?! Splatterbrains 4 sounds cool, and you told me you wanted to watch it, Andy!"

"I think my migraine is fucking me up again"

"Fuck, I'm bored"

"Wait, I'm dizzy. I think I'm going to throw up"

One time she even went as far as pretending to trip and fall down the stairs.

As much as Julia swore the little bitch did it on purpose every time Andrew and her had a nice chat, or even tried to kiss, Andrew didn't seem to realize. He would never call on her BS, at least not directly or effectively, and Julia sure wouldn't be the one bringing it up. It didn't help that Julia desperately tried to... bond(? with Ashley, by showing her cute clothes that brought her interest or by trying to add her to the conversation, because it would always backfire by Ashley making herself the center of attention, and slowly but surely pushing Julia out of the conversation, just to make it about Andy and Leyley.

It was always about fucking Andy and Leyley.

But that was not the worst. Andrew tried to include Julia when that happened, and he really seemed to try to have some intimacy with her despite the situation, but there was a time she couldn't just win:

As much as it was an odyssey for Julia to touch Andrew, she would think they could finally enjoy some of their date as a couple, even if it was just touching hands, but then Ashley would just do it.

She didn't even have to ask for it, she would just hold his hand, lean for a hug.... and he would always correspond, even if visibly embarassed or half-annoyed, with affection. He would even kiss her on her head

Just like he did when Julia and him were alone and intimate.

Julia thought she was being paranoid the first time, but she ended up confirming mentally that, every time this happened, Ashley would, just for a second, side-eye her, even smirk a little maliciously, and with a clear intent every woman would be able to understand.

"He's mine, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Very soon after, Julia stopped asking Andrew to invite Ashley, and he seemed to read between the lines.

[patdkoala]

Part Two: New Neighbor

Pairing: Sam Claflin x female reader

warnings: Smut, nickname use (baby, honey I love Harry Styles), riding, unprotected p in v, cumming inside, bottom!Sam

Sam and I visit each other all the time now that we are close to each other.

There was even talk of taking down the one main wall that connects our two apartments. That way we would have just one big apartment.

Sam used his big-time Hollywood pretty boy actor face to convince our landlady into letting me do what I want.

She still hasn't had the time or money to fix the building's washer and dryer.

I was carrying my large bag of laundry down the stairs into the creepy cellar room that holds the washer and dryer captive.

"Fancy seeing you here," I said to Sam as I walked in and saw him standing in the room at one of the tables folding what looks like dress pants.

"Why do you say that?" He asked as he smiled his cheesy grin at me,

"Because I just assumed that Sam Claflin the pretty boy actor has someone else to do his laundry for him."

"I prefer to do my own laundry so that I know where everything is," He said as I looked over and saw his pile of clothes all in perfect stacks corresponding to what each clothing item was.

One pile for shirts, one for pants, one for socks, one for underwear, and one for miscellaneous items.

"Why are you carrying a trash bag? The trash shoot is in the other room," He said as I looked and realized my laundry bag is in fact just a large black trash bag.

"No, these are my dirty clothes. I'm not living off of Daisy Jones money so I have to use a trash bag for my clothes. And guess what the real kicker is. When these clothes are clean they get put back in the trash bag and I just pray the bag doesn't rip."

He laughed as I then I picked up my trash bag and put it on the table next to his neat piles, slightly jostling the piles.

We stood there in silence and did our laundry together.

"Do you have any plans tonight?" I asked as Sam looked up at me with the most puppy-like eyes I have ever seen in my entire life.

"Uh, no. Why? Are you asking me out?"

"God no. Not out, at least. I'm asking you if you'd want to stop by my place tonight and get a bite. I was thinking of ordering something nice tonight."

"Sounds great. What's the occasion?"

"I sold one of my books to a publisher and I figured we should celebrate since I wrote some bits of it about my new neighbor, Sam Claflin."

"You wrote a book about me?"

"No, I wrote a book about the people I meet and you just happened to show up in part of it," I said as I threw some clothes in the washer.

"I'll have dinner with you but only if you let me pick what movie we watch because you never let me pick anymore," He said which was true.

Sam and I have been spending most nights together after our first quote on quote date.

We aren't a couple but we have grown pretty close to each other.

He insisted on showing me romance movies since I shared how much I despised them when we first met.

"You just haven't seen the right ones," Is all he had to say about it. Before I knew it, we were hopping back and forth between apartments watching every rom-com that Sam thought I would like.

We found a few that I did end up liking.

"Fine. But, you have to tell me what type of movie we are going to watch," Sam said as I smirked at him.

"Don't tell me, Sam Claflin is scared of horror movies."

"I'm not, I just am not too fond of them," He said as he everted his eyes at me so I couldn't see that he was lying.

"Well, I will see you later. I was just coming down here to drop my laundry off. I will see you later, Sam Claflin," I said as he smiled at me and then he just continued to fold his clothes.

I went upstairs to get ready. I brushed my teeth and hair after taking an EVERYTHING shower. (Ifykyk)

I then called Sam and asked what he wanted for dinner. He said Chinese so I went on doordash and ordered some.

I made the couch all nice and then I sat on it and waited for Sam to knock on my door three times like he always did.

"Come in!" I yelled as I stood up and Sam opened the door since I left it unlocked for him.

"Wow, this place looks great."

"Yeah, I cleaned up a bit," I said as I played with the ends of my hair.

"It smells good in here too. Did you light a candle?" He asked as he looked around trying to find a flame.

I shook my head. "No, why? What does it smell like?"

"Vanilla and cucumber," He said as I then sniffed myself and realized he was smelling me because I had just showered and let the apartment get all steamy. The scent probably lingered.

"Oh, you must be smelling me. I showered. Who knew a pretty boy actor like you had such a good sense of smell," I said as he walked over to me and leaned in close.

I swear to God. Sam Claflin was sniffing me.

"You smell amazing. This apartment looks amazing."

I just looked up at him into his beautiful green eyes. "What are we doing here?" I asked as I leaned into him but not touching him, just leaned close enough to be near him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," He lied. I knew he was lying because he everted his eyes again. He can never look at me when he's lying.

I grabbed onto his chin with my thumb and index finger. I moved his face to look me in the eyes.

"Tell me what we are doing here," I said again.

This time, he didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned closer filling that final amount of space left between the two of us. He kissed me so deeply and passionately.

His hand found its way into my hair where it seemingly got lost and tangled.

My hands found their way to his face where I cupped his jaw and pulled him closer to me to fill any unwanted gaps.

"Uhm, excuse me. Where do you want me to put this?" The Doordash guy asked as he walked up to the door, which was still left open thanks to Sam.

Sam and I broke apart from our kiss and Sam walked over to the guy and took the bag of food. Sam then dug into his pocket and pulled out a 20 handing it to the guy.

"Thanks have a nice- Holy shit. You're Finnick Odair!" The guy yelled at Sam as he took the 20.

"Yeah, I am. Thank you for delivering my food," Sam said trying to get this guy to leave. "Have a nice day and drive safe."

"Hey, man. Do you think I can get a picture with you? My girl is gonna freak," He asked as he took out his phone.

"Sure, just promise me you won't come back here again," Sam said as the guy shook his head. "No, of course. I would never do that."

Sam nodded and then put his arm around the guy getting ready for a selfie.

"Oh, do you mind taking it of us?" The guy asked me as I rolled my eyes and then took the phone from the guy.

"Okay, everyone say Cheese!" I said as Sam smiled comically big next to the delivery man. I took one picture and then handed the phone back to the guy and he left.

Sam set the food on the kitchen table and I went and sat down on the couch trying to catch my thoughts on what had just happened before the guy showed up.

I kissed Sam Claflin. Pretty actor boy Sam Claflin.

"Nice, you got a lot of good stuff," Sam said as he took out each item that was in the bag.

"Are we just going to ignore what happened?"

"I get a lot of fans like that all the time. Don't worry he won't come back here. And even if he does, I can just call my security guy and ask him to stay here a couple of nights," Sam said as I just sat there looking dumbfounded.

"No, I- wait what? No. I meant the kiss. Are we going to ignore that we just kissed?"

"No, I wasn't planning on ignoring our kiss. I just would like to eat the food while it's still hot. We can kiss again later," He said as he got a plate filled up with food.

"So, you want to kiss me again?"

"Of course I do," He said as he sat down next to me and started eating. "So, what movie did you pick out?"

We ate and talked and laughed while watching Scream. It's my favorite horror film and I knew Sam would be scared the whole time and I enjoyed the thought of comforting him.

We started to move closer and closer to each other. Soon enough I felt one of his hands on my lap. Underneath the blanket.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I kept my eyes laser focused on the movie.

"Watching the movie. What does it look like I'm doing?" He asked as I looked down at my lap and saw the blanket move. I saw his hands reach further up.

"Sam, please," I slightly moaned out as he touched my inner thigh.

"Use your words, honey," He said as I melted into his touch along with his words.

"Please, fuck me, Sam."

"As you wish."

He then pulled me by the waist and had me in his lap facing him. My legs were wrapped around him and I tangled my fingers into the root of his hair as he moaned into my mouth and our kiss deepened.

He removed my shirt and tossed it across the room. I then removed his and did the same. A small giggle escaped from his lips. I stole the giggle by entrapping my mouth onto his.

His hands found their way onto the clasps of my bra and he quickly took it off in less than a minute. I can't even get my own bra off in 5 minutes.

He left hickeys all over my chest and neck. Good thing I don't leave the apartment because if I do then people would see all the markings that he was leaving on me. Like he was a dog and I was his tree.

He moved us so that he was on top of me and we were horizontal on the couch.

He was wearing a simple gold necklace and it hovered above my face as he kissed up and down my body.

He started to remove my pants and I slid them off with ease. He started to undo his jeans and as he was sitting over me I traced my fingers along the beautiful tattoos painted across his chest.

"Is this okay, honey?"

He was moving closer to being inside of me. "Yes. Everything you do is okay with me," I said as he smiled at me softly and then before I knew it.

Sam Claflin was inside of me.

We both moaned out at the feeling of each other.

"Oh, honey. I can't believe you feel this good," He moaned as he slid a finger inside of me along with everything else going on.

We went on like that on the couch for a solid 5 minutes but then he got off of me.

"Why'd you stop? What's wrong?" I asked as I sat up on the couch, reaching for a blanket because I was just sitting there completely naked.

"I'm too old to be fucking you on the couch like this. My back is about to give out and not in a good way," He said as I nodded and then wandered off.

"Uhm, where's your bedroom?" He asked as I smiled and stood up, taking the blanket with me, and dragged him into my bedroom.

I got a new bed and it's a slightly bigger bed with a nice wooden frame that I painted to make me feel like it wasn't the cheapest one I could find in IKEA.

He got in bed first. And I mean IN bed.

He got under the covers. Might I mention this guy was also naked,

Sam Claflin, fully in the nude, and in my bed.

"Oh, are we going to bed now?" I asked as he put his arms behind his head.

He looks so yummy. Lying in my bed. Arms behind his head. The only thing he is wearing is a simple gold necklace with a small charm.

I crawled onto the bed and got on top of his lap. I was sitting on his lap just far up on his waist enough to feel his raging boner under me.

"Please, honey," He moaned out as I touched his face gently.

"Use your words, baby," I said as I reached down and gently rubbed him.

"Please, (Y/N)," He said as I then got under the covers and straight up sat on his dick.

He and I both moaned as I rode him.

I held onto the headboard behind him and he held onto my hips, trying to steady me.

"Oh, fuck," He moaned as he bit his lip. I leaned forward and kissed him. I bit his lip as we released our mouths from each other.

"Honey, I'm close," He said as I moved in a faster motion and felt every bit of him hit me in all the right places.

"Don't stop, please baby," He said in a sort of whimper.

I came on his dick and then I felt him release in spurts shortly after.

He pulled me off of him after a few minutes of me just sitting on him panting like crazy together.

He held me close to his chest and I continued to trace his tattoo with my finger. He held my other hand and clasped it tight.

"There is no way I'm ever letting you go," He said as I pushed him off of me and started to get dressed.

"Wait, did I do something wrong? Why are you leaving?"

"I have to go finish my laundry," I said as he smiled. "Wanna join me?"

[discoknack]

I couldn't find a playlist of all of these, so I made one.

Sadly, I don't understand Japanese and the auto-translate captions suck. But, if you either know how to read it or comprehend by listening, you'll be golden. I don't know anything. Also a good idea to have caught up with the anime first; I think the numbers in the title correspond to the episode that is talked about. The last episode, of course, does a reenactment of part of episode 12.

I need to tell you how to experience something I found very enjoyable: Take a look at the list of episodes. Two of them pair up the voice actors for Kaiju Number 8 and Kaiju Number 9. Take a look at the thumbnails and develop a vague notion of the subject. Then, watch the second video of the two.

Anyway, most of the series talks about the experiences of the voice actors: how they felt participating and as a viewer; recalling how they experienced other members of the team. And, I think, a couple episodes with the music composer, too. Mr. Fukunishi (Kafka's voice actor) appears in most of the videos and is often excited. The reenactments are so fun!

List of actors in order of first appearance:

Firstname Lastname (Role)

Masaya Fukunishi (Kafka Hibino)

Asami Seto (Mina Ashiro)

Kato Wataru (Reno Ichikawa)

Yuta Bandoh (Music)

Fairouz Ai (Kikoru Shinomiya)

Katsuhiro Takei (TOHO animation Producer)

Yuuki Shin (Iharu Furuhashi)

Sayaka Senbongi (Konomi Okonogi)

Hiroyuki Yoshino (Kaiju No. 9)

Kengo Kawanishi (Vice-Captain Shoshiro Hoshina)

Shunsuke Takeuchi (Aoi Kaguragi)

[sage-nebula]

Classic sonic and tails, 18!

"Do you ever wanna catch me? Right now I'm feeling ignored. So can you try a little harder? I'm really getting bored!" — "Get Jinxed" - Djerv

"You're too slo-ow~!"

Any other day, the teasing lilt in Sonic's sing-song brought a grin to Tails' face. Of course, on any other day the one on the receiving end of the sing-song was a badnik, rather than Tails himself.

Tails swallowed the growl he felt building in his throat, but he couldn't stop his fur from poofing as he balled his fists. Standing tall and proud on a hilltop above him, Sonic clicked his tongue.

"Standing there all mad's not gonna help you tag me. Are you giving up already?"

"No."

"Then come on!" Sonic laughed, and bounced from foot to foot. "Give it another go!"

Tails scanned the hills on either side of Sonic. On one side was a spring that would catapult Sonic up to the ski lifts; on the other a sharp drop-off that would put them back at the bottom of the mountain. In the couple of weeks that they had known each other, Sonic hadn't liked to back track much if he could help it. Why go back to see what he had already seen, when there was so much new stuff to see up ahead, he'd said. So if Tails were to make a guess on which route Sonic would take—

Lashing his tails in a fast spin, Tails propelled himself up the hill. The second Tails' toes lifted from the earth, Sonic sprang to the spring. Anticipating this, Tails arced a sharp left and threw himself at the ski lift. But as always, Sonic was faster; he had no soon touched down on the ski lift before he vaulted back off it, back to his hill. And Tails was going too fast; he crashed face-first into the ski lift cart, his muzzle bonking against the railing before he fell to the seat.

"Ooh, that looked like it hurt!" Sonic said, the thrill of the chase still thick in his voice. "You okay up there?"

Tails pushed himself onto his knees, and rubbed at his nose. It hurt, but not that badly; he'd had worse from badniks. But . . .

"Tails?" Sonic called again, his voice a little farther away now as the ski left carried Tails farther away from the hill.

Tails sniffed loudly, and hitched his breath as he said, "I-I'm okay—"

In a flash Sonic was perched on the railing of the ski lift, his brow knitted together as he frowned down at Tails. "Are you bleeding? Show me where you—"

Tails smacked his open palm against Sonic's leg before he bounded backward off the ski lift, tails spinning fast to keep him aloft. "You're it!"

Sonic stared at him, open mouthed and uncomprehending for only a second, before realization locked into place. "Are you for real? You sneaky little cheater!"

"It's not cheating. Cheating means it's against the rules, and there are no rules besides whoever gets tagged is it." Tails flew backwards a little more, just enough so that Sonic couldn't tag him from the ski lift. "And you got tagged, so you're it!"

Sonic shook his head, but he was grinning. "As soon as this lift lands, it's on. Don't you think you can get away with that one twice, pal."

Being able to tag Sonic even once was accomplishment enough for Tails, but he stuck out his tongue. "Won't have to, 'cause you won't catch me."

Sonic laughed. "Challenge accepted."

[Send me a character or ship, and a number from 1 - 100, and I’ll write a vignette based on the corresponding song on my Spotify wrapped.]

[ana-chronista]

sending several stars to give you the chance to talk about anything ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Thank you! I'm going to take this as a chance to talk about my first Jance fic, Say Nothing. This is still one of my favourite things I've written. This whole story started off with just this bit of dialogue scribbled in a notebook:

“I refuse to be a child of divorce, Nace!” “You... you do realise they’re not your dads, right?”

This was another fic I wrote out of order, as a lot of the flashbacks were completed before their corresponding 'current day' section. I got very ill for a couple of months after posting chapter one (like, some days couldn't type or even watch gig videos without feeling sick) so was chipping away at it as best I could. I did a lot of research about dates and had a whole timeline going - while there's no specific dates for events, there's a (usually narrow) window for each. Drunk!Bojan was one of the most entertaining parts to write. He's such an asshole. And I really liked getting to explore a different type of relationship to The Best Laid Plans, which I was writing alongside. Jan and Nace's back-and-forth has become one of my favourite things to write. I was pretty sure I gave away some of the specifics of the ending with one of the flashbacks in chapter one (namely, the Instagram flashback). Also, starting it pre-Nordic Tour I think was one of the big contributing factors as to why I left the Bojere side of things deliberately vague - no one really knew where things would go post-Tavastia 1.0/Divorce Era/etc. I have one reading of their bond in the story, but I wanted everyone to make up their own minds, which is why I've held back on saying what it is.

I really wanted Bojan to be the one to give them the final push to get together. Oblivious!Bojan was emerging as a trope at the time and as much as I really love it, I was also kind of intrigued by this interview with Nace where he talks about how perceptive Bojan is. I thought it might be a nice twist that they're so focused on one side of Bojan that they completely forget about another until he's straight up sorting things out for them. 🤭

[cacw]

ok here's my list

après nous le déluge - this is my favorite fic in the world. this is where my mind goes every time I imagine my ideal ending... the writing and characterization is incredible. genuinely some of the best I've read for cap and it will always have a special place in my heart. I am not kidding when I say I think about it all the time! I wish I had more words to tell you how much this one means to me

The Dead Forest - standalone steve fic, gutting and critical to my playlist and all corresponding steve readings

So I Took a Faithful Leap - the one where steve buys a farm. I feel like this one is a very realistic play on what could have been after the war and I enjoy it very much. I also like to imagine them living on a farm because of this one so this and its sister fic are crucial cheyeh reads

When I Put Away Childish Things - big focus on bucky's family and home life. it's been a couple years for me but I remember it being very thoughtful and the ending passage will always get to me

Body Studies - this one is kind of a classic I don't really have much else to say here

Bone Of My Bones - I know I said before I haven't fully read NEC but I did read this spinoff anyway because I thought it was good and I couldn't bring myself to look away even when it was actively telling me to. the more emotional beats hit even if NEC is not my favorite thing in the world; I think it captures their dynamic very well. another one featuring steve cutting bucky's hair which is a favorite trope of mine that I don't see enough of. the more I think on this one the more I come to learn to love it again

Let this be light work - I'm not a fan of group fics and I always learn towards heavier stuff but this one is still pretty cute. I'm pretending a big reason I bookmarked it isn't because bucky gets to pet sled dog puppies, which is a niche that pertains to me specifically and personally

Gravity - from winifred's POV. it’s not a love letter but it is. jesus christ

A Distressing Affliction - from sarah's POV. when a kidfic is good you feel it deep in your soul