#cakeshop fic

[sometimesiwrite]

Eskel is on the Path during the height of summer. After he takes his annual sojourn in the hills, he happens upon a village he's never visited before and encounters a curious curse the likes of which he's never seen.

Written for @on-a-lucky-tide and @continentcakeshop

[anonymousblueberry]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Characters: Eskel (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Additional Tags: Wax Play, Spanking, Light Dom/sub, Praise Kink, Blindfolds, Sub Eskel (The Witcher), Aftercare Summary:

Slipping into the space between awake and meditation, where all he has to do is be still and let the evening fall away from him.

Eskel, waxplay, and a caring, if firm, Geralt.

(oh god, look, sometimes I just have to write filth in order to get to the end image, which, still isn’t *right* in the words, but in my head involves Eskel being happily starfished across the bed and Geraly, while Geralt has like, just enough bed for him to lie very still on)

[valandhirwriter]

CakeShop Quote fic week

And here we go with the first entry for the Cakeshop Quote fic week. Quote 686 was the inspiration.

[justhereforeskel]

While @round--robin was working on Fresh Roots I was inspired by a discussion around Geralt wearing Eskel's oversized shirts 💜🐺

I can't recommend the fic enough, it's full of soft and sexy - please go read it and give it all your love \(￣︶￣*\))

[sometimesiwrite]

Thunderstorm

For @continentcakeshop 's Eskelpades summer event.

Prompt: A Simple Witcher & Thunderstorms

Rating: Teen

In the dead of night, When Summer presses close against the skin— Dews the neck and robs the open windows of relieving breath— He comes: The Thunderstorm.

Rolling over far off hills With thundering hooves and punishing patience crackling in his fingertips He rides; Drawing ever nearer to his long awaited destination. The Thunderstorm.

As a cool breeze He presses through screen doors, past hopeful open curtains To seek his torrid lovers Where they lie in fitful darkness, damp and gasping for relief from the only one who can provide. The T hunderstorm.

He speaks with thunder, Rumbling through the souls of his beloveds to spark an eager aching in their bones— With ancient sensuality he murmurs: “I’ve come to ease that which consumes you from within and quench your thirst.” The Thunderstorm.

With torrents of rain He caresses fields and forests, rippling hills and sun-parched planes— A flash of lightning on his cheek. Slowly and with trickling reverence he licks his way to thirsty grateful roots as Nature gasps: “The Thunderstorm.”

They tremble still, All those who, in unsettled sleep, lay desperate for release; Now all in awe their bodies quake And quiver at his ceaseless touch—his sultry breath as still he hovers over them. “O Thunderstorm!”

When all is done (Dry soil soaked and greenness all unfurled, withered blooms revived and glistening) He lingers, Sweet sighs whispering like silk across his lovers’ skin as they breathe anew, Revived by his gratuity.

The Thunderstorm.

[anonymousblueberry]

A collection of all the hugs prompts I have done so far.

There's still a few in my ask box, and feel free to send me more.

Hugs for Hope

[eyesofshinigami]

For the #storiesvsauthors2021 tag that @rawrkinjd did over in the @continentcakeshop! These were my favorites I wrote, and I was really proud of a couple of these. I enjoyed the ones I wrote for rare pairs and the ones I wrote for friends.

All in all, a good year, I think! Here’s to next year with new ideas, new pairings, and fun with friends ❤️

Credit for the layout goes to @iboughtaplant bc they’re a kind soul!

[tumbleweedtech]

Sending some love to one of my favorite witcher authors! 💜💜💜 I love your stories (standing on the precipice has such a vice grip on my soul, my partner who is not even in this fandom can recite the plot from memory I talked about it so much) and the cakeshop lead to so many great fics and excellent convos and the fandom is so lucky to have you

You are so utterly sweet, thank you. I do love the Cake Shop, and all my lovely friends.

I'm slowly healing, and getting back into a place where writing doesn't hurt so much, and it's thanks to these beautiful, kind, patient people. Your message makes my heart warm. <3 I hope you have a wonderful week.

[harleenfleck]

Don’t forget me (Part. 3)

Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader fic

Summary: After what happened in his apartment, and even though Arthur asked you not to, you watched that night the Murray Franklin’s Show, after that night, you didn't see Arthur again in a long time, and all that time you felt melancholy and lonely, until one day, a little surprise comes to you.

Warnings: Angst, comfort, sad thoughts and fluff

Words: 5.3k

Part one here <3, Part two here <3

A/N: Hello guys, first of all I KNOW, I know that I said that part 3 was going to be the last part of this story and that it was actually going to have NSFW content, BUT my two brain cells said “Do it more parts, MORE PAAAAARTS” and my heart said “Listen that two little bastards” and well, I’ll write a 4th part f this fic cause my heart and my two brain cells said it :$  Well, this story gonna have 4 parts, and the 4 part gonna have finally NSFW omg i’m so excited about that AHHH. Well, to finish this A/N I’m sorry if I make some grammatical, spelling or writing mistakes, English is not my native language. Enjoy this third part! :3 I hope you like it! 

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“Please, don’t forget me”

“Never, my love”

The last words you’d shared with him. You remembered how fast you run in the worn wooden stairs. How you got out of that old building. So many things happened, a walk with your enemy, you witnessed of a murder, you see your best friend convert into a monster, and almost the same time, your lover.

He asked you for one thing, and you decided not do it. Remember when you came to your apartment, recharged your back against the wood, dropped to the ground and started crying in absolute silence. You passed your hand over your face, just to remember his touch. The images passed in your eyes so quickly, images of him, his face, his mouth, his green eyes. You passed almost three hours crying, so many emotions in your body, you feared your body couldn’t hold all feelings.  

You remembered when after that hours you tried to calm yourself, you were on it when the phone suddenly rang. You got up off the ground and ran to this one, waiting for your Arthur to be on the other side of the line. But for your disappointment, was Gary. He, ignorant of absolutely everything that happened, asked for Arthur, for Randall and his condolences had been sent to Arthur. What could you tell Gary? That Arthur had lost his mind? that Randall was dead? You decided to protect Arthur, protect him even if his act was horrible. You said to Gary some lies, like Randall never went to the subway station, you go alone and you and Arthur talked about a lot of things. Gary said something like "I told you Y/N" and kept talking. When the talk was over, you hung up nervously.

Looked the at clock, 15 minutes before the Murray Show. Nervous and eager to watch the show, you tentatively approached your couch and turned on the TV, turned on the channel and waited anxiously. Before Murray's show there were some news, you saw about some clown protests, you couldn't believe that all this had been caused by Arthur. The news was over, Ellis Drane and his orchestra drums were played, the show started. You watched the show without interest in Murray and the others guest, you just waited until Arthur's turn came. And when he appears, you felted so happy for him, despites he appears with a new name: Joker. When you saw him, you felt so much joy, coming out of those curtains dancing, spinning, greeted the presenters, but you not really like the joke that Arthur kissed Dr. Sally. You really jealous of an old lady? Maybe.

The show went smoothly, you waited why Arthur didn't want you to watch the show. Nothing bad seemed to happen, more than Murray's mocked of Arthur with the others guests. Was it serious? Did they make fun of Arthur even on that show? You could feel the anger in your stomach. But surrender, you heard Arthur's black humor joke, which worried you, why Arthur would make jokes like that? He was scolded by Dr. Sally and Murray but he don't care about they words, and then, what you didn't expect happened: Arthur confessed his crime.

It was a huge moment of tension, from how all the joy of the show changed abruptly to a more serious and darker tone. Why would Arthur do that? Why would he confess he killed that three rich of the subway to everyone? You couldn't believe it. And that wasn't the worst. Arthur said things that had sense to you because he told you every horrible thing he lived before. Maybe no one would understand because Arthur said they were all awful, only you could understand it.

The tension between Arthur and Murray was rising, you feared that Arthur would lose control again, you tried to call the show while still watching TV, but (obviously) your call was not answered. You went back to the couch, without expecting it to happen, which could happen, and then...

Arthur pulled out that cursed gun and pointed Murray's head.

"ARTHUR NO!"

Shot.

The symphony of terror was heard, screaming from people, a one of the guests hugging a hysterical Dr. Sally, Murray's bloodied body, and Arthur dancing, then he come to the camera and saying the words:

“Goodnight, and always remember, that’s li-“

You closed your eyes, you started crying one more time. You knew Arthur had asked you, and you should have listened to him. Your heart broke again, your body trembled once more. Arthur had hurt you again.

“Y/N? Y/N? Earth to Y/N, are you in?”

You blinked; you were watching the TV of your new job. It was the news, announcing the anniversary of that terrible event.

“Yeah, sorry, I distracted a little”

“Y/N, you’re been rare those weeks, are you okay?”

“Yes, sorry Celeste, I’m gonna… Clean that”

A year passed from that event, in that year, things had changed too much. You lost your job at Ha-ha's, result that was the place where the terrible criminal Joker had come from, all the clowns in there lost their job. Hoyt was turned a rage, he was understandable, he had lost his business. Some clowns got a job at other agencies, others simply stopped being a clown and preferred to dedicate themselves to something else. You and Gary were from that second group of people. Gary decided to go back to his native Vermont, however, being a good friend to you, he managed to get you a job with some old friends. Now you worked in a small but charming cake shop.

"Celeste, Y/N, hello ladies. I'm back with the sugar and butter” Peter, another coworker from the shop, entered to the place "Well Peter! You'd better help me! Orders are delayed!" Celeste was a very kind woman, but she quickly lost the patience, Peter, who was a little older than you, just laughed and carried things. "What's the matter Y/N? Are you sad again?"

“No, I’m just… Just watching the news again”

“The news again? Y/N, watch a lot of news not good for your mental health, why don’t put the music channel or something kindlier?”

“… I can’t do that” Slowly, you turned your head to the TV again. The news said a lot of terrible crimes after that event. Most of these crimes were attributed to a single criminal: The Joker. After Murray was killed, Joker was arrested, but in the course of jail the patrol was intercepted by more clowns and Joker was free. And so, he began a terrible reign of crimes all over Gotham for a long time.

"Now, this dangerous man still free of the justice, it’s considerate a lunatic criminal, many criminalities that our poor city has suffered have been under his hand. The police can't find where this guy is hiding, who is now known as "The Clown Prince of Crime" and t-"

The Tv turned black “Peter!” You yelled.

“Sorry little princess, but this is for you, I don’t want you get sick for this. I know you get nervous of that clown, honestly, I get nervous too, but you have to continue your life, that clown not gonna go for you specifically, just the people with bad luck drop to his Clown Clan. Don’t worry Y/N, you’ll be okay”

“Peter! The sugar and butter!” Celeste screamed from the kitchen.

“Sorry Celeste! I’m coming!” Peter run to the kitchen and you still cleaned the counter. Maybe Peter was right, you shouldn’t get worry for Joker, but you don’t really get worried, you got sad, sad for Joker, because you know under the makeup and the costume, Arthur are there. You were hoping Arthur would be there. A year passed and maybe Arthur was right, maybe you’d never see him again, like he said to you.

You knew he was doing bad things, all the damage they caused him was returning ferociously, he was no longer a weak person that people could mock, he was someone that people should be afraid of, and poor of the one who scoffed him, because that someone would give it to you would end up their corpse in a Gotham blackwater canal. Just imagining Arthur dressed as a clown, like that last time you saw him, killing someone mercilessly and cruelly.

And for some reason, it didn't cause you conflict, you didn't fall into the reality of the danger he had become, you knew it wasn't your Arthur anymore, but you still loved him. Despite that horrible things he does it, you still in love with him. Of course, in that year, some boys and man tried something with you, including Peter, who wasn't giving up yet, but none of those boys were Arthur. None of them were him. And despite all the time, you still felted the butterflies in your stomach when you thought in him, you cheeks get blushed when you remembered you two almost made the love in that old bed, your lip trembled when the memory of your first kiss with him touched your soul again. Memories stalked you as if they were a ghost in your room in the dark, but a ghost you weren't afraid about.

You put your head in the counter and got a big breath, what you can do in that moment about Arthur? What can you do with your feelings? What can you do with that love that wasn’t for anyone, that love was just for him?  “I’m really fucked up” you whispered to yourself.

The days after you did your work routine. You'd come to the cakeshop, make coffee for your companions and to sell too, help Celeste decorate some cakes, while Peter made other cakes and desserts. When the cakes to sell were ready, you put them in some refrigerators and you were going to serve the customers at the counter. One particular day, you were alone at the counter while Celeste was screaming at Peter for not making gingerbread man biscuits, the winter times were coming. You wanted to turn on the TV, but you knew you'd only put the news to see if there was anything new with Joker. You had to control yourself, while secretly eating a slice of cake that Peter had given you along with a rose. He was someone very meticulous, willing to win your heart, even you had kindly mentioned to him on previous occasions that you weren't interested in being someone's girlfriend. Well, only one person, but it was definitely out of your reach.

The bell above the front door rang. You saved the cake quickly, you didn't want Celeste to yell at you, even though she never done it before. But wasn't a customer, was a delivery man. “It’s the lady Y/N working here?”

“Yes, I am”

“Well, this is for you” You poked your head out of the corner just to find with a huge bouquet of …

“Lilies? That’s are a Lilies?! I love the lilies!” You went straight to the delivery man and took the bouquet with your hands. You are blushed again. At this point, Celeste realized what was going on and ran away, excited that you had received flowers. Peter only watched the scene from afar. You thanked the delivery man and he just left.

“Oh! Y/N! Look at you! What a beautiful bouquet! And your smile! Wait, I have here my camera! Wait Y/N!” Celeste runs for her camera. You still watching your flowers, your eyes were full of charm. Celeste returned and took you a lot of pictures, asking you to pose near the cakes and desserts.

“Take it! All for you Y/N! Oh my god, I hope that boy who sent you these flowers has won your heart” Celeste gave you all the polaroid, a burning smell made her remember that she had left a couple of cupcakes in the cooker and ran into the kitchen. You and Peter were alone.

"Well, this is a beautiful detail, lilies have always been my favorites"

"So, my little princess, that mean I have a rival and he’d basically beaten me this time?"

“Rival? Wait, wasn’t you?”

“No. I’m a man of roses, I never thought in lilies. Well, I hope that riv-“ Celeste claim help of Peter, he had no choice but to follow his boss's orders. When Peter left the place you wondered to yourself, Peter wasn't the one who sent you those flowers? Even if it had some logic, since you never told him that lilies were your favorite flowers. You tried to remember the boys and men who tried to conquer you, and none of them you had mentioned that lilies were your favorite flowers. Then you remembered the only man you told that little piece of you.

That’s Impossible. You thought, because that’s true, that's impossible. He’s now a criminal, a bad man, even some press said he was a terrorist. And all that they said about him was on your knowledge, because you witnessed one of his first crimes. Of course, he wouldn't have time to do something like that, you even thought maybe he'd consider that cheesy. Actually, you thought he had already forgotten you.

You looked at your flowers, you went for a little vase that only accumulated dust, washed it and put water in it, so your flowers could hold out a little longer before taking to home. You looked in for a note that indicated who would have been the secret admirer, but there were no clues. Knowing you wouldn't have your answer, you back to work.

That night, you left a little late for work, said goodbye to Celeste and Peter, and walked to your house, the job was closer to your house, you didn't have to run like on previous occasions when you worked at Ha-ha's. However, you turned a corner where street lighting failed, looking very scary. You walked a little further, looking everywhere, making sure no one came near you. You hated having to go down that street. Fortunately, nothing bad happened that time.

You arrived safely home, you put your beautiful lilies in a vase. You had that silly smile on your face. No Y/N, it can't be him. You thought for yourself. He's now busy in... Another kind of thing. I don't think he remember you.  Those words, no matter than they sounded, were full of reason. But you gave yourself the little luxury of thinking in him, imagining that he actually sent you those flowers and that he would soon come back to you. Just imagine, but no more illusions.

The next day, you did the same thing every day, but there was a special glow this time in you. Celeste, your boss, noticed. "My God Y/N, you look so radiant and so happy, I'd love to meet your lovely prince to congratulate him," she said excitedly as she put some chocolate cookies and gingerbread man cookies in a basket, you just laughed. When Celeste came back to the kitchen, Peter came up to you.

"I'd also like to meet that charming prince who has you delighted. Looks like he wants to make your days sweeter."

Laughing, you went to the cookie basket and took one of the gingerbread man cookies in your hands, smiling foolishly.

“Well, I don’t think he’s a prince charming, Actually, I don’t like the concept of prince charming”

“No? And what you like?”

You watched TV at the time, one more news of Joker, just in that moment, a picture of him came out on screen, with that wicked but charming smile.

“Another kind of prince" You bit the cookie along with a smile.

…

You didn't even know if it was him, but as the days went on, the delivery man with more lilies returned to you, Celeste became exaggeratedly happy and Peter gradually realized that he was not going to achieve his goal of you falling in love with him. Of course, he wouldn't, he even stopped calling you “Little princess" like he once in a while, and being honestly, you hated how he dubbed you that way. Things were going well in your life, for the first time in a long time, but soon, everything would take an unexpected turn for you.

One night, coming home with another bouquet of lilies in your hands, you'd come out of the elevator to head to your apartment, only to find another surprise at your doorstep: Another bouquet of flowers, but they were not lilies or roses, it was a Bouquet of artificial flowers that came out of a magic wand. And you knew that magic wand perfectly. You took it with your free hand, in this bouquet if there was a note, and there was only one letter: J. Your senses trembled with that note. Immediately you entered the apartment, however, there was nobody.

You were impressed, would it be him? Would he come back for you? You didn't know, and it would be best if he got out of hiding once and for all. You were getting too excited about his return. Or maybe he wanted to let you know he was okay. But your heart inflated like a balloon again, and you were floating in love. You did your nighttime bedtime routine before you went to sleep, but instead of wearing your usual pajamas, you wore a short nightgown in a silk robe, something inside you said you had to wear it. You sat in your bed, waiting for that "something" that had to happen, but while you waited, you fell asleep soundly.

Knock knock

“Huh?” You heard someone knocking, quickly you get out of the bed, stumbling, because the knocked of the door sounds more and more louder. “Coming!” You yelled and before to open the door you looked at the clock, who would be knocking on your door at 1 A.M.? Without looking through the peephole, you opened the door, and you could swear that your heart stopped for a few seconds.

“Hello Y/N”

“…A-Arthur?”

He was there, in your door, with his green hair, that elegant clown suit, that clown makeup, breathing deeply, and with his pretty smile. Arthur was there, converted in Joker.

“It’s been a very long time, don’t you think?”

You didn't know what to answer, because again you speechless. You just opened the door more, implying he could get into your apartment, and so he did. You closed the door slowly, not knowing what to do say. Arthur was back in your life, your suspicions (or rather desires) would come true, and you didn't know how to react. You must have been angry about leaving you and becoming a dangerous criminal? Or smile at him, thank him for coming back and giving him a warm welcome?

“Oh, I see you received all my little gifts, your house looks so adorable with that lilies, you like it Y/N?” Arthur said when he was seeing all the bouquets you received in every little place of your apartment. He noticed you don’t say nothing and he worried, no longer smiling. Without words to said, you looked at his face, you felted like in one of that dreams you had when you miss him.

“W-what are you doing here?” You asked something frightened, fearing that all of that was really a dream. But it wasn't, Arthur was just next to you, or how he called himself now, Joker. He was a little skeptical of your question, doubting if he should answer it or not, because he did not know how to explain his sudden appearance.

“Oh… Well… It’s… It’s complicated to explain” He giggled nervously, and you don’t understand why “I… Just want to see you, but also, I got in a trouble too…”

“Wait, what?” shaking your head, you suddenly get confused “What you want to say, you’re in danger?”

“No exactly that, if were like danger, I would have looked for another hiding place. I just… Running of the police…”

“Oh…” You felt a little confused. Your mind thought of something that immediately hurt your feelings, He only come back to you just to hide? For a moment you believed he was actually there for you. You were always trying to see the good side of things, but this time it was impossible. Your sad face was evident instantly, but you separate yourself from him and turned your back on him before he could notice your disenchantment “I-I think you can stay here, while the cops, well, you know, stop looking you or something” You hated yourself because in this time you couldn’t hiding your emotions, your broke voice ratted you and he perceived it.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Arthur asked when he walked to you, put himself in front you, so, he could see how you tried to hiding your face to him. “Y/N? What happens baby?”

“Everything… Everything happened Arthur… It’s just… Strange to me this”

“Strange? Why you say that?”

“Because… I don’t know… I-I just to think you won’t back again after you converted in Joker… I mean, I always heard about you in the news for all crimes you committed, and I really thought you don’t remember me, but you’re… you’re here again and… Oh, what the hell I’m talking? I’m sorry, this is stupid” You felt silly, more when the tears started to fall on your cheeks. You tried to step aside, but Arthur stopped you

“Hey Y/N, come here” He immediately hug you, and you couldn’t hold it, you broke in tears in his chest while he caressed your head and neck. You could feel his body against yours, you could feel his arms start to surround you, you could even hear his heart beating. It was real, so real. Definitely that wasn’t a dream. “I know, I know I was so away from you, I know I did some bad things, a lot of horrible things. I didn't want you to be related to me, both police and some enemies I've got” While the tears run out of your eyes, you still hugged him tighter.

He whispered in your ear “You want to hear a secret?" You nodded and Arthur took your cheeks "There was no day I didn't stop thinking about you. I missed you Y/N; you can’t imagine how much I missed you. I just wanted to protect you, that’s all, protect you..." Suddenly his voice weakened in the last word and his eyes stopped staring at you. Now it was your turn to worry about him.

“Arthur?”

“I said I wanted to protect you, but… Always want to protect you I hurt you, in some way I did it… Fuck…” You felted his body shaking while he put his face in your shoulder “I’m so sorry Y/N…”

“Arthur… You… Don’t be sorry, please… It’s okay, I swear it’s okay” You can’t stop to hug the each one, slowly, you smelled the scent of his hair, was the same scent you knew perfectly “You know what? I missed you too, God, you don’t have idea…”

“Long year, right?” You two shared a laugh. You took his hands and looked him in the eye, acting like a girl really in love with her boyfriend, because that's what you were, a girl in love with her boy. You led him to the couch and both sat down, you two had so many things to say to each other.

“What did you do this time for the cops to be looking for you?"

“Eh, nothing special, I just wanted to do something little, nothing that could hurt anyone”

“But what you did it?”

“I wanted to rob a jewelry store” Blinked, you laugh a little. He seconded the laugh.

“Why you want to steal a jewelry store?”

“Well, the other day I looked a pretty necklace, I swear it, that necklace was white with a little gem that looked like a drop, I observed it and I think of you. I said “This is for Y/N”, obviously I want more for you, but this one was special, this necklace was for you. I wanted to took it for our reunion. I was planned all, but the cops ruined all my plans”

"What were your plans Arthur?" You asked full of curiosity, you wanted to know how was the mysterious plan of Arthur to come back to you.

"Oh... Well, I wanted to do something that surprised you. It wasn't easy to find you after Ha-ha's closed, I looked for you in everywhere place of all Gotham, and after a lot I found you. I wanted to go into that cake shop where you work, ask you maybe a couple of desserts to taste them later, give you that beautiful necklace that I'm sure will look beautiful on your neck and take you with me"

“W-What?”

“You heard it. I want you; I want you with me, I only thought in you this year. I decided you'd come with me, but I didn't want to put you at risk, that’s why I take my time, but everything isn't ready yet, I still can't take you with me. I have to fix a couple more things to make you completely safe."

Arthur said it with great emotion, because it was what he had waited for so long, he wanted to take you to his place, protect you in his own way from Gotham's adversity, he knew better than anyone how cruel and terrible crime could become in the city and did not want you to be part of those figures that the press used to

“Oh…” However, despite how excited Arthur looked, how enthusiastic he was to tell you all his plans, for some reason you saw the pessimistic side of things. It was something you've been used to since Arthur let the darkest part of his being come out. With much fear and tears threatening to come out of your eyes again, you asked him a question “Are you saying you would let me again?”

Confused, Arthur looked at you and realized what you meant “No, no, definitely no Y/N” He hugged you again, putted his hands in your back and caressed “I promise you I’ll back, I swear”

“I don’t want you to leave again, please don’t leave me” The drops stained the red fabric of his blazer "You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of you, believing you were by my side when you really you are not there. Please, stay here, stay here" You had to repeat that twice because it was what your soul asked, to stay with you again “I don't fucking care if you're someone dangerous now, if you're someone everyone should be afraid of, just stay here please… Stay here."

Hearing you cry and begging broke Arthur's heart, he felt guilty of leaving you alone for so long. You were the only person who could calm that dark part of himself, you were the only one who could serene Joker.

"Listen…" He stopped hugging you to take your cheeks, he made you see his face "Of course I won't leave you alone Y/N, you're the best girl I've ever met, you're the only person who really loved me, if I got a choice to spend my whole life by your side, I would do it without thinking about it. You're my one and only one, I don’t wanna miss you again…"

“Arthur…” His name trembled on your lips. That name haunted you for a long time.

"I love you so much Y/N, and I want to protect you, let me take care of some matters, some things that... What do I have to do, work to do, then I'll come for you and we'll be together, okay?"

“… Okay”

Caressed your face with his hand, Arthur calms you with his touch.

"I'll be with you tonight. And before you know it, we'll be back together, what do you say?"

"I could wait for you for a year, I can wait for you for my whole life"

At that moment, you noticed that Arthur took off his blazer along with his yellow vest. You were frozen for a moment, until he spoke.

"You must be tired, I interrupted your dream, come here" Arthur wrapped you back in his arms, as he recharged his back on the back of the sofa. You lay on his chest, feeling his warm, and hearing his heart beats. "Let's sleep together tonight"

"Yes, you have to stay tonight, I don't want the police to catch you and this time ruin our real plans".

He laughed at your comment, but despite the enormous confidence he had gained at that time, you could feel beneath you his anxiety in his leg, which he kept moving. For a moment, you thought you two were going to return what you had left pending in his old apartment, but Arthur was just hugging you, stroking your hair and your face. Maybe he wasn't ready to take that step with you yet, maybe he thought doing it with him at a time like that would be a bit rushed. Maybe he wanted to keep that special moment between you two when you were finally together safely. And you realized he hadn't even kissed you on your lips, but you knew deep in your heart that he still loved you.

Your eyelids become heavy, and you fell into a deep sleep. Arthur was just looking at you as you rested in his arms. He really loved you, he wanted you to be just his and for him. And he hated having to keep waiting. But he knew everything in the end would be worth it…

He just saw all the lilies he gave you in those last few weeks, and the scent of those flowers made him sleep early

…

You woke up, you still felt his arms in your body, feeling protected. But his arms were no longer there, nor was his body under yours either. You woke up completely to realize you were alone in your apartment's living room. You blinked many times and looked everywhere. Was that a dream too?

If it was, I'm really fucked

You got up off the couch, started looking all over your apartment, realizing you were completely alone. You let yourself down, that dream had felt so real, and you be concerned too, your imagination was long lived lately. You had to take a shower before you went to work at the bakery. At the end of it all, it had been a great dream.

But when you were preparing the bathtub, you decided to look in the mirror, and you found out there was red and white paint on your forehead and cheek, plus there was another little stain on the knuckles of your hand. You came out of the bathroom and you didn't realize there was a small note on the small table in the living room. You took it between your fingers, excited and read it.

"Sorry I left without saying goodbye, though now that I think about it, there shouldn't be a goodbye, because there won't be any more goodbyes, right, Y/N? I'll be back soon for you, it's a promise. I won't forget you.

J”

And then, that silly smile in your face appears. You kissed that note. Definitely was a promise.

Continue.

[manic-intent]

Fic: Overwatch, McHanzo, E-Rated, Donation prompt for indigolai, who asked for McHanzo/Something sweet. Excerpt: 

Daimaru’s basement was thick with people at this hour, clustered around stalls hawking anything from beautifully wrapped cheese biscuits to delicate globes of chocolate to deep-fried pork medallions. Normally, this kinda largesse would’ve been hell on Jesse’s time and wallet, but today he was hunting. He lurked behind a tower of bright yellow boxes shaped like chicks and watched his quarry idle by a glass display of tiny cakes, while the omnic shopkeeper hovered hopefully by.

Huh. Jesse hadn’t figured him for a cake man. Hanzo-no-surname-given had been a closemouthed and last-minute addition to Jesse’s last gig, a search-and-rescue job near Osaka that had gone unexpectedly shitfaced. Hanzo had taken over leadership of the gig when the leader had to be airlifted to hospital, and while Jesse didn’t often take kindly to direction or teams in general, with Hanzo he’d been willing to make an exception. There was something familiar about him that Jesse couldn’t quite place. It pricked his curiosity, enough that Jesse had quietly followed Hanzo after the gig had wrapped up.

Jesse peeked back out behind his chick boxes. Hanzo was gone and the omnic cakeshop owner was preoccupied with someone else. Jesse scanned the area, trying to see where Hanzo might have disappeared off to, and nearly flinched into the biscuit display as a voice behind him said, “McCree-san.”

“Hanzo!” Jesse spun around. “Jesus. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

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[yoonminbookshelf]

any fics where jimin likes cross dressing?

it started with the dress, how did it end-up like this: 15k canon compliant, smut

Pretty blush: cakeshop owner!yoongi, whipped!yoongi, fluff, humor, pining, awkward!yoongi

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

“I don’t know how I could possibly be expected to be of any help at all with flowers, seeing as how I don’t know an agapanthus from a hole in the ground.”

“Oh John, don’t be silly. Nobody uses agapanthus in wedding arrangements,” Sherlock’s hand had found my shoulder again, and it really was quite bracing, even though he was laughing at me. “Just remember the colours are lilac and yellow, and you’ll be all right.”

“Sorry, excuse me, sir! Mr Watson!” We turned on the threshold of the cakeshop to find the baker hurrying after us. “Did you want to place your order now before you go?”

“Oh. Er, no sorry, not at the moment. Got to dash. We’re late for flowers apparently. My fiance will ring up and place the order later on, I think.”

The baker nodded, “Ah, lovely. Thank you very much. We’ll be waiting for your call, Mr Holmes.” Sherlock’s hand slid off my shoulder, but he only nodded, and the baker disappeared back into the shop with a cheery wave.

“What does that make about the dozenth time that’s happened?” Mary said when we caught her up on the pavement just outside the cake shop.

Sherlock made his pretending to get a text face and tried to hide behind his phone.

“The dozenth time what’s happened?” I asked.

“Someone has assumed the two of you were the ones getting married.”

“Well it might help, if you didn’t call us fiances. Bit misleading, that.”

“It might help if you didn’t-”

“Oh fuck me,” Sherlock said suddenly. Mary and I turned at looked at him, “I’ve forgotten there was a really interesting corpse at Barts’ morgue, and Molly could only hold him for me until today. Sorry! Must dash. See you tonight, John.” And he flung open the door of a cab that seemed to have materialised out of nowhere and jumped in.

“Oh, er. Bye, I guess,” I said to the retreating cab.

Mary took my arm, “He’s totally in love with her,” she murmured conspiratorially. “And her engaged. Poor man.”

I didn’t jerk my arm away, though I wanted to, “Not likely.”

Mary laughed and patted my hand, “If you say so, dear.”

Excerpt from my new fic The Ideal Man. Get the rest of the story on AO3!

[anonymousblueberry]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Damien de la Tour/Eskel (The Witcher) Characters: Eskel (The Witcher), Damien de la Tour (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Kissing, Hand Jobs, Titty Fucking, Oral Sex, Wiedźmin | The Witcher-Typical Bathing, Corvo Bianco (The Witcher), Retired Witchers (The Witcher), Witcher Contracts (The Witcher) Summary:

When Eskel stops in Toussaint for a quiet summer of wine and good food, he's maybe a bit put out to find that Geralt is elsewhere, and he's now the resident witcher. But a contract is a contract, and sometimes a contract comes with some shockingly good company, in the form of the Ducal Captain, Damien de la Tour.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

For the #storiesvsauthor2021 / #artvsartist2021. @continentcakeshop

I didn't get as much done this year as I wanted: work, mental health, the usual. But I'm really proud of all of these because I either wrote them for a friend and they loved them, or I wrote it for myself and I loved it. 2021 is the year I've found my favourite pairings, the stories I want to/love to tell, and abandoned the bits that were making me sad (e.g. writing less boring smut, writing more difficult topics and relationships). No longer writing the most beloved character because I thought that was what made me valid in fandom. That a smaller, tight-knit community is the way to go: the most fun I have these days is messing around with lore, canon and my favourite characters with those friends. Thank you, all. Here's to 2022 and more rarepairs and story spinning!

[eyesofshinigami]

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Last song: Posed to Death by The Faint

Working on: Current WIPs include non-S2 compliant spite fic, a secret santa project for the Cakeshop, and the Catskier threequel that I've been meaning to get moving on for about three months now.

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[madamebadger]

ahhh pentilyet prompts!!! i'm too excited to think straight!! ok ok, what about a Cakeshop AU, or maybe its a wedding cake (??) and josephine and cassandra have to decide but leliana already knows exactly which cakes are their respective favorites? (im sorry this is the worst prompt, but pentilyet + food fic is my secret weakness and i'm going to devour whatever you end up writing!)

I don’t usually do modern AU stuff but this one RAN AWAY WITH ME.

sweets for the sweet

Sera’syell comes while Cassandra is putting the finishing touches on a cake. “Cassandra!Cass! Cassandra!”

So, naturally, she ignoresit.

The cake is something thatCassandra would happily serve to her own friends: light, not-too-sweet cakefaintly scented with almond, split thinly, spread with her own special blend ofstrawberry and apricot jams and then with thinly-sliced fresh strawberries, andliberally covered with whipped cream arranged in a swirl pattern. It’sfor a sixtieth anniversary party, and Cassandra hums to herself as she works.It’s this sort of thing that makes the job worthwhile, thinking of the oldcouple, of something bright and pretty and delicious for their special day. Shecarefully places a strawberry slice, then nudges it a little to the right; abetter balance to the pattern there.

“Cassandra!”

She contemplates the wisdomof putting a few mint leaves into the pattern. The green would look lovely withthe red strawberries and the whipped cream, but the taste is likely to clash.She opts for slivered blanched almonds instead.

“Cassandra do I have to come down there, or what?”

Cassandra sighs, puttingdown the strawberries. “What is it?”

“Customerup here for you.” Sera isn’t hollering anymore, as she has made good on herthreat and come down. Sera, their website maintainer, IT professional, andgeneralized layabout.

“Idon’t deal with customers.”

“Yeah,well, Varric’s off, you know, schmoozing with his suppliers or whatever—” Serawaves a hand indulgently “—so it’s you and me. You want me to deal with thecustomer, then?”

That possibility is enoughto horrify Cassandra into stripping off her apron. “Maker,no. We need to hire someone else to work the front desk if this is going tokeep happening—”

“Itold you so,” Sera says, helpfully, at her heels. “But you haven’t liked any ofthe last ten people we’ve interviewed, so—”

“Fine,Sera, later,” Cassandra says, checking herself briefly in the cracked mirror intheir bathroom—no powdered sugar stuck to her face, at least, so that’s astart—before pushing her way into the main office.

The woman waiting isn’twhat Cassandra expected. Most of her customers look, well… normal. Ordinarypeople who want ordinary cakes for ordinary occasions. Cassandra could commandhigher prices, but that would come with a certain set of expectations that she’snot willing to meet. She’d rather make rainbow birthday cakes for small girlsand strawberry cream cakes for sixtieth anniversaries, and the gala cakes andthe fancy wedding cakes can go elsewhere.

But this woman looks likeshe’s in no way going to order a rainbow birthday cake. She’svery polished, her hair in a neat knot at the back of her head and wearing acharcoal suit over an apricot-colored silk shirt. (Cassandra notices that detailonly because the color is not at all dissimilar to the apricot cream she makesto fill certain kinds of eclairs. She notices her eyes—with an elusivegreeny-brown shade—for the same reason: it’s not unlike the pistachio marzipanshe uses for certain decorations. At least, she tells herself that’s why shenotices.) “Ms. Pentaghast,” she says, as if she hadn’t undoubtedly heard Serahollering indecorously for the past ten minutes. “A pleasure to meet you. Yourreputation precedes you.”

“Ah,thank you, Ms….?”

The woman smiles. “JosephineMontilyet. I’m handling some certain logistical issues for the Trevelyan-Pavuswedding, if you’ve heard of that?”

As if anyone conscious inthe city hasn’t. So this woman is the weddingplanner for the most high-profile wedding in the city in at least five years?Cassandra huffs. “Ms. Montilyet, I don’t do wedding cakes very often, andalmost never for high-profile weddings. You see, I consider it a point of pridethat my cakes taste even better than they look, and the techniques necessaryfor allowing a cake to hold beautifully—especially for the photographers—overlong periods of time mean that it will usually taste like wallpaper paste atthe end. So—”

“Josephine,please,” Ms. Montilyet—Josephine—says. She smiles. “And yes, I’m quite aware ofthat. But you were specifically requested for exactly that reason. MaxwellTrevelyan specifically requested you. Apparently you made a cake some years agofor his niece’s birthday, and he was quite taken with your combination of formand function in the work.” When Cassandra looks at her blankly, Josephine says,“A unicorn cake, with a rainbow mane? And each stripe of the rainbow was itsown unique flavor?”

Cassandra remembers that.Red and yellow and orange were easy—strawberry, lemon, and, well, orange.Purple was blueberries and blue was actually crushed violets, which thechildren didn’t recognize but the adults did.Green had been the problem: lime was harsh, mint made the frosting taste liketoothpaste. In the end she’d gone with pistachio—

—like the wedding planner’seyes.

Wait. No.

“Ido remember that,” she says, somewhat grudging. “But—”

“Please,”Josephine (Ms. Montilyet) says. “Just think about it. Here’s my card.” Shehands the card over, and Cassandra palms it without even looking. Josephine issmiling at her as if she’s already won, and Cassandra thinks, Oh. Maker.  “Wecan discuss. But trust me: Maxwell and Dorian won’t ask you to make a cake thatyou wouldn’t be fully pleased to serve.”

“Allright,” Cassandra says. “I’ll call.”  Andthen, as soon as she words are out of her mouth, she cringes, and rushes toadd, “About the cake.”

(Behind her, Sera snorts anddoesn’t even try to muffle it.)

“Thankyou,” Josephine says. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

Cassandra doesn’tmove until Josephine is gone.

Sera starts to cackle inearnest. “Is this why you don’t do customerservice, Cass? You fall in love with every customer who walks in the door?”

Cassandra can feel hernostrils flare. “I do not.”

“Okay,just this one? That’s all right, then.” Sera slides off the chair, heading backto the IT-office-slash-broom-closet where she usually lurks. Over her shoulder,she hollers, “Be sure that the cake samples you bring her when you meetnext are really moist, right?”

Cassandra buries her face in her hands.