#casual magic aus my beloved

[deldeldel90]

Mage Blaine who went to a fancy private academy that's super dark academia to learn the art of healing magic n shi + knight Lance who just picked up a sword and went WOAHHHH

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Tags: Comedy, Some Fluff, Streamer AU, GN!reader x Human! Sebastian

Words: 1,9k

"Pressured_Solace has started a stream. Click here to watch."

The blue notification button caught your eye as it popped up on your desktop, the usual alert signaling that your favorite streamer was live. A thumbnail of the game he was about to play accompanied the message, and without hesitation, you clicked to join the stream.

“Jellycatfished joined the stream!”

“Is that the real one??”

“Bet it's another faker looking for donations.”

A grin spread across your face as you slid your headphones over your ears, adjusting them for comfort as you leaned back in your gaming chair. Solace hadn’t noticed your arrival yet, too focused on setting up the stream and chatting casually with the early viewers. Hearing his deep, familiar voice through your headphones sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, filling you with a warm, giddy excitement. Pressured_Solace was your absolute favorite streamer—witty, thoughtful, and with a voice that could melt butter. Like you, he streamed without a face cam, leaving his appearance up to the imagination of his audience, which only added to his charm.

“I think… yeah, I’m all set. Everything’s good,” he mumbled into his microphone. You could hear the sounds of items shuffling around and the clatter of coffee mugs on a wooden desk in the background. Then he leaned closer to the mic, his voice dropping to a playful tone. “Test, test, 1-2, 1-2. Can everybody hear me?”

The chat lit up with eager replies—greetings, questions, and a flood of emotes scrolling by at high speed. The sound of his chuckle was like music to your ears as he tried to keep up with the barrage of messages. You could feel his excitement; it was the same rush of emotions and adrenaline that coursed through your body when you streamed.

“Alright, just a heads-up,” he continued, his tone teasing. “I got a new microphone, and I haven’t fine-tuned all the settings yet. So if you hear anything other than my voice… well, that’s just proof I’m not a robot.”

His joke made you laugh out loud, and without a second thought, you hit the like button to show your support. This was classic Solace, always with that sassy vibe and the funny comments right up his sleeve.

You moved your cursor again, hovering over the donation button as you carefully selected the amount, leaning forward with excitement as you typed a message to accompany it. Money wasn’t an issue for you—you had sponsorships, collaborations, and a well-paying side job as a secretary at a company called Urbanshade. So you took the liberty of spoiling yourself a little by supporting your beloved streamer.

“Jellycatfished has donated $1000. ‘You're telling me you are not an AI that will take over the world, Solace??’”

The automatic voice read out your donation, and Solace burst into laughter, probably shaking his head in amusement. “Welcome back, beloved Jelly. How many times do I have to tell you not to donate so much, silly?” His words were playful, but there was a certain softness in his tone, a hint of affection that made your heart flutter. Knowing that your favorite streamer had noticed you always brought a smile to your face. “But seriously, thank you, Jelly, for the donation,” he said warmly. “I appreciate your support—although I’m starting to think you’re secretly trying to buy my loyalty.”

You laughed, quickly typing back into the chat, “Maybe I am! How else would I get the attention of the coolest streamer online?” A quick moment of embarrassment filled you as you suddenly regretted your message, was it too cringe? Too much?

Solace chuckled again into the microphone, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice as he replied, “You don’t need to buy my attention, Jelly. You’ve always had it.”

The chat exploded with a flurry of reactions, hearts, and playful comments. You could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. This was the magic of streaming—the hidden identities, the mystery, the fun banter. It was your little escape from reality, and you loved every second of it.

Just then, a notification popped up on the screen.

“Pressured_Solace has invited Jellycatfished to a private match!”

It was an invitation to a combat pvp game that grew popular in the past few days, blowing up on social media. It became one of your favorite things to stream, and Solace knew that.

Your heart skipped a beat as you glimpsed at the sudden invitation. A private match? With him? You quickly accepted the invitation, feeling a rush of adrenaline and excitement. As the game loaded, Solace spoke again, his voice filled with that familiar teasing tone. “Alright, Jelly, let’s see if you’re as good in-game as you are at throwing money around.”

You laughed, feeling a surge of competitive spirit. It wasn’t the first time you played with him and surely not the last. “Bring it on, Solace. I’ve been practicing.” This was the last message you typed before the loading screen disappeared.

The game started, and the playful banter between the two of you continued over the ingame voice chat, filled with laughter, friendly taunts, and unexpected plot twists. The chat was loving it, spamming comments like “OMG, this is the collab we didn’t know we needed!” and “Ship them already!”

As the game loaded into the next round of the PvP arena, the tension between you and Pressured_Solace crackled like electricity. The map was a sprawling labyrinth of narrow corridors and open spaces, perfect for ambushes and quick escapes. You took a deep breath, fingers flexing over the keyboard, ready to bring your A-game. The chat, that was open on your second screen, was buzzing with excitement, filled with a mixture of support and playful taunts.

"Let’s go, Jelly! Show Solace who's boss!"

“Team Jellycatfished for the win!"

“Pressured_Solace may be good, but Jelly's got that magic touch!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the encouragement flooding in. The support from your fans always gave you that extra boost of confidence, especially when it came to facing off against someone as skilled as Solace. You knew he was good—really good. But you weren’t about to let that intimidate you.

“Alright, Jelly,” Solace’s voice came through your headphones, smooth and teasing. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

“Oh, I plan to do more than keep up,” you shot back, your voice light and playful. “I’m coming for you, Solace. How about a bet?”

“A bet?” He chuckles. “Sure.”

You started to smirk as an idea came to your mind. “If I win, I get to wish something from you.” It took a moment for Solace to reply, he was definitely teasing you by pretending to think. “Fine, but if I win, you're the one that has to fulfill a wish.”

“Deal.”

The match began, and you immediately took off, sprinting down a side corridor to grab some resources. You knew the map well enough to anticipate the power-ups and health packs that would spawn in certain locations. If you could get to them first, you might stand a chance.

But Solace was a step ahead. As you rounded a corner, you were met with a hail of bullets, forcing you to duck behind a crate. You could hear Solace chuckling through the mic.

“Nice try, Jelly, but you’re gonna have to be faster than that,” he taunted, his confidence evident.

Your heart raced as you peeked out from behind the crate, firing off a few rounds in his direction. He dodged easily, taking cover behind a wall. The chat was going wild, cheering you on, urging you to give it your all.

“Come on, Jelly! You got this!”

“Don’t let him intimidate you!”

“Use the power of the Jellycatfished!”

You grinned, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You quickly reloaded and made a break for it, dashing toward the nearest cover. You had to stay on the move—staying in one place too long would make you an easy target. Solace’s aim was deadly accurate, and you needed to keep him guessing.

But every time you thought you had a plan, he was already two steps ahead. He moved through the map like he was born there, seamlessly transitioning from offense to defense. You managed to get a few hits in, but he was quick to recover, always staying just out of reach.

“Having fun yet, Jelly?” he asked, his tone light but focused.

“More fun than you can handle,” you retorted, launching a surprise attack from above, dropping down from a higher platform. Your ambush caught him off guard, and you managed to land a few solid hits before he rolled away, retaliating with a well-placed grenade that forced you back.

The chat erupted with excitement.

“YES! Go, Jelly, go!”

“That was epic!”

“Don’t let up, Jellycatfished!”

Despite the cheers, you could feel the pressure mounting. Solace was clearly better, his skill evident in every move he made. He was precise, calm, and knew exactly how to control the flow of the game. You, on the other hand, were running on adrenaline and instinct, trying to keep up with his calculated strategies.

And then he made his move. In a swift, decisive maneuver, he cornered you in a dead-end alley, cutting off your escape routes. You fired desperately, but his shots were faster, more accurate. Before you knew it, your health bar was dwindling down to nothing.

“Looks like this is the end, Jelly,” Solace said with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Any last words?”

You grinned, a surge of determination flooding through you. “Yeah… don’t underestimate me.”

With a final burst of energy, you lunged forward, launching one last, desperate attack. It was reckless, but you had nothing to lose. You managed to land a few more hits before Solace finished you off with a well-placed headshot.

“Defeated! Pressured_Solace wins the match!”

The screen flashed the results, and the chat exploded with a mix of cheers and playful groans.

“GG, Jelly! You put up a good fight!”

“Solace is just too good!”

“Rematch! Rematch!”

“That was intense!”

Breathless, you leaned back in your chair, a smile tugging at your lips. “Not bad, Solace. Not bad at all.”

“Not bad? I’d say that was a pretty solid victory,” he replied, his tone teasing. “But you did put up a good fight, Jelly. I’m impressed.”

You laughed, feeling a warm flush of pride despite the loss. “I’ll get you next time, Solace. Mark my words.”

“I’m counting on it,” he said with a grin you could practically hear through the screen. “I always enjoy a challenge from you.”

The chat continued to buzz with excitement, fans from both sides celebrating the epic showdown. Even though you didn’t win, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. You may have lost the match, but you had fun, and more importantly, you had earned Solace’s respect. And that, in itself, felt like a win.

As the stream continued, you and Solace bantered back and forth, the playful rivalry only fueling the chat's excitement. It was moments like these that reminded you why you loved streaming so much—the thrill of the game, the support of the community, and the chance to connect with someone like Pressured_Solace, even if you didn’t know him outside of this virtual world.

But there was always tomorrow, and another game to be played. And who knows? Maybe next time, the outcome would be different.

A message plopped up at last, Solace texted you privately over the streaming platform.

“Alright Jellykitten.” He obviously joked by giving you such a silly nickname. “Time for my wish, prepare for your doom!”

“What is it, Solace?”

“Share your discord tag with me.”

[dynamic-k]

hi im back home

after a 12 hour flight

in which my dad threw up

and i have 20 mosquito bites

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Anyways, this has lead me to think:

Do they have planes in Stick City? (That is what the place is called, right?) Do any of the Becker siblings get car sick/plane sick/motion sick???

Wait are there other cities outside of Stick City? And if Stick City is named that because there are Sticks living in it does that mean other cities have other species???

Hold up- IMAGINE A HOLLOWHEAD CITY!!! It could be like- a Swap!AU of Super Sticks!! Like- hollowheads weren't the recessive gene and the Becker's are actually sticks?? EEEK

Also, is Stick City in the Outernet?? And if they have different worlds, would they have planets? Or areas of the web that are connected to each other with portals and stuff that count as different worlds?

Yeah I think you can tell I'm trying to make the Super Sticks and Spark AUs actually fit together.

WORLD-BUILDING IS SO HARD WHYY

i have some more questions but i think i should wait considering you've gone 2 camp or smth like that

It's funny, the moment I get back home you leave yours xd

aoshrflaouhdfpiuhdasfihsa jet lag lol

Have a nice day!!! :D And enjoy your camp!!

-R

ps if anything here is factually wrong and I've been rambling on about nothing actually true its cos i didn't bother to fact check it im lazy

Finally I have some time to answer this before the ask gets moldy-

:D Hi! Missed you! New ask yay!

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Planes in Stick City? I never once thought about this, so here I am now thinking about it-

See this is why your asks are so helpful!! I get to world build by answering questions I hadn't thought about until right this moment- :3

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I have decided that motion sickness is a thing that exists! Do with that what thou will. I think the hollowhead Beckers beloveds would be immune to normal motion sickness.

Red was already canonically prone to dizziness and motion sickness, hence the suppressants he'll get ahold of later in the plot when it comes up there's a minor issue with his teleporting armor. :>

[/proud-of-myself-for-casually-spoonfeeding-future-lore-to-everyone]

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Stick City was just the fanon-wide accepted name for the Outernet city we see from time to time in canon, and when I was starting Arc One, it was the name on my brain so therefore, was used.

I suppose, it does make sense for there to be implications of a Lizard City or something-

I think Stick City is the capital of the Outernet. For the world of Super Sticks, I mean.

(Not for canon, because then that would be a really bad capital to have- You see how shabby everything seems, and how indifferent the sticks are and how small it appears, aside from the mass that is Rocket Corp-?! That's a city, but it ain't no capital-) (...Is this just how I see the canon city? Does- Does anyone else think this too-? ..Is it just me here-)

In SuperSticks, I would absolutely say Stick City is the capital, hence the name that focuses on the species known as sticks that take up 98% of the entire Outernet. And also my SuperSticks version of Stick City is a lot more industrialized and expanded, truly worthy of being considered a capital city. THE CAPITALLLLLL-

And any other neighboring cities of sticks would have different names, like, uh.. Circuit Town and.. maybe, uh... Conduction, by itself as a landmark something.

I want to spend hours of my time coming up with map accurate expansions and hyperspecfic names down to the restaurants of my imaginary Super Sticks Outernet world now-

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There aren't planets, since the Outernet is virtual. There's basically world barriers at the edges, as I mentioned in a previous ask.

Also humans literally cannot travel to the Outernet, since it's virtual. Every stick figure is just tiny pieces of code to a human!

Can't canonically smash the very Human AU: The Spark, with the very code-structured heavy binary related stick figure society of Super Sticks, together. I need to author plot magic a portal and make a skit/non-canonical crossover.

XD

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Now, portals that can go to different areas of the web? THAT could happen. :3

I think I'm wracking up Arc Three and Arc Four ideas, help-

[My brain works too fast, I literally just received a vague-ish idea of an extremely extensive webwide adventure in 4 to 8 seconds.]

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HEHE Seconds-

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:D

Thank you so much for the ask!!

[bluerose5]

[sticks leg out] may we see ur warden(s)/custom hawke(s)/inquisitor(s)

and if u feel like it how would any of them fare if dropped into Faerun (with or without Fenris/Zev)

Ohhh don't get me started!

Garrett Hawke, my beloved, although I hc him as elf-blooded. Ironic enough, in Thedas, "half-elf" or "half-blood" is used as an insult iirc, so imagine his expression to hear people use the term half-elf so casually in Faerûn. Just a little aside.

For him, he is your typical purple mage Hawke, so I'd definitely say he'd bring that type of energy to Faerûn, no matter what time in his life he's in. He'd be excited as fuck to be in a place where he can use his magic openly without worry, and he would take the adventure in stride, even while he's screaming on the inside. (Still, none of this is as bad as Kirkwall in his opinion. 😆) Somehow gets everyone to fall for him without even trying. Not his first merry band of bi/pan misfits that he's had to deal with.

Then, there is HIM.

Darrian Tabris. My Warden. My Warden-Inquisitor. Love of my life. My angry rebel. The Dark Wolf himself! I djdbdhsbdfkf 😍💖💞💖💞

Sorry, but he was a character I loved writing so much. Maybe I'll return to his story one day, but my energy has been more devoted to one shots and shorter works these days. It just suits my current habits and lifestyle better than going full multichap.

Darrian is a rogue/mage multiclass thanks to my setup on pc where I utilized the game's console commands and such. He's faced a lot of hardship in the Alienage and puts his people (elves and mages) first. He's also not above using less than savory means of achieving his goal (ex. the power of blood is a badass concept, coating his blades in his tainted blood to seriously fuck up his enemies, this is one of my favorites). He's also not above committing crime to get what he wants, but he grows into being a leader. In one AU I have, he even serves at Alistair's side as king (a poly relationship in this one). He also becomes Inquisitor and demolishes the status quo by encouraging rebellion where he can, so there's that too. 😂

So, with that in mind, how does he fare in Faerûn? Probably thinks it's too cushy compared to Thedas. His temper is his biggest flaw because he's so damn passionate that anything that angers him can set him off. Will be ready to fistfight any oppressive gods or former masters at the drop of a hat because he values freedom above all else. Could probably take Cazador out on his own ngl 💀

And of course Zevran was his romance (surprise, surprise). I don't think they'd necessarily act different around each other in Faerûn, but Zevran’s opinion would hold a lot of weight for him.

Also, semi-related, but I have so much art commissioned of these two. I didn't have my thoughts organized for this post at all so if you have any other questions, please feel free to ask.

[pentacass]

A/N: Post-BG3 Evil™ AU where Shadowheart becomes Mother Superior and Sol retakes her mantle as Lolth's personal assassin.

"More of our agents have gone missing in Amn. Those who remain sent word that Selûnite presence is growing heavier in the city. Likely they have caught wind of our plan to establish an enclave there."

Shadowheart drums her fingers idly on the armrest. This news is not unexpected - recent Selûnite movements have all but led up to it.

"Again, Mother Superior, I must voice my concern. The city's streets are filled with common criminals and vagrants. Mere refuse. The caliber of recruits Amn has to offer does not justify the effort we have-"

She raises a hand; while her advisor falls quiet immediately, she remains staring at the black widow perched on the back of her hand. How long has it been there?

"Do not be so quick to dismiss 'mere refuse', Barros. They are desperate. They lack direction. They harbour resentment for those who stand above them, blind or indifferent to their suffering. All it will take to turn them to our Lady is…a little nudge." She waves her hand in a smooth flourish; the spider remains still, save for the excited chitter of its fangs at the movement. She has to bite down a smile.

"I will not tolerate any more excuses," Shadowheart adds when Barros opens his mouth. "We will continue as planned; if any Selûnite dares interfere, show no mercy."

"Yes, Mother Superior. As you say."

He bows his head, but Shadowheart has already swept out of her seat. She leaves the room and cuts through the main hall, hardly sparing a glance at the faithful who bow at her passing. The dormitory is empty, as is usual during the day, and she shuts the door behind herself. Striding down the length of the chamber, she catches the ropes of the heavy draperies at its very end, and tugs them loose - curtaining the Mother Superior's quarters from the rest of the dormitory.

She raises her hand, and the black widow pounces onto the bed. Dark magic wreathes its tiny body, twisting and elongating into an elven form, finally falling away from the drow woman lying casually across the covers - much too casually for one who had infiltrated a secret Sharran cloister.

"Amn, hm? Such a wonderful, gilded little cesspit," Solistre drawls, as a smile touches Shadowheart's lips. "You could murder someone in broad daylight, and the guards will forget about you in a week."

"Speaking from experience?"

"Perhaps."

She mirrors Shadowheart's smile. The years in Lolth's service have not been kind to Solistre, leaving her with a scar that splits brow and eye, an acid burn across her neck, and more blemishes hidden by her leathers. Most notable, however, are the whites of her sclera that have turned black. A sign of Lolth's favour, Solistre had explained dismissively one night, many years ago, but Shadowheart suspects that is not the whole truth. The Spider Queen's mark on a beloved daughter, like the incurable puncture on her own hand, perhaps?

No matter. Shadowheart kneels on the bed, sets a hand on Solistre's neck, and pushes her down roughly. The drow doesn't resist, reaching for her hips as she straddles the assassin.

"Though I am the Dark Mother's favoured blade, I could spare some time to remove those pesky Selûnites for you." Solistre's fingers slip between the slit of her dress, grasping the naked flesh of her thigh. "For a price."

"Of course. I am eager to begin negotiations." Her hand tightens around Solistre's neck, teasing a smirk from her partner's lips.

"Well then," Solistre purrs, nails digging into flesh. "Make your starting offer."

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A/N: had a go at making lolthian sol and i'm going insane

[sitp-recs]

HP Rec Fest, Day 27

Omg day 27 already?! I can’t believe this fest is almost done :( today’s prompt for @hprecfest is fun but also challenging for those (like me) who read way more canon-based fic than AUs. But I do love a good challenge so I decided to go full non-magical AU instead of picking a “Draco in the Muggle World” AU. And since I’ve been sick in bed with a lot of time in my hands I thought why not rec 2 Drarry fics + 1 rare pair. As you’ll see I love rivals to lovers a normal amount so that naturally makes Sports AU my absolute obsession jam. I’m so happy to include in one single post an old fave, a recent fave and my favourite rare pair. Run don’t walk!

Day 27) a Muggle-AU fic:

Drarry

🏒 Mad Blood Stirring by provocative_envy (E, 3k)

It's not like they've been angrily hooking up on the sly since meeting at a Juniors skills camp in fucking Manitoba four years ago, except that's exactly what they've been doing. ALTERNATIVELY: Draco and Harry really need to talk about their feelings.

fucking finally, the perfect excuse to cheekily include my fave sports/non-magical AUs and scream non-stop about them! I couldn’t care less for hockey, and yet I’ve reread this classic more times than I care to admit. this is superb rivals with benefits to lovers (my fave!), super hot and hilariously chaotic as all Drarry things should be. PE nails both characters in a non-magical setting perfectly - their voices are a delight and the constant flirting bickering made me lol every 3 seconds. they are so deliciously crazy for each other I could stay in this verse forever just watching them pine, play & fuck throughout the season - make sure to go check the FlintWood piece here, it’s equally brilliant! def a classic sports AU to reread over and over.

🚣‍♀️ Our Objective Remains Unchanged by @citrusses (E, 46k)

Harry Potter, returning member of the Oxford University Boat Club, has two goals for the spring of 2005: beat Cambridge, and beat Draco Malfoy. Perhaps not in that order.

an instant 2023 fave, this is the rowing AU I did not know I needed but boy, am I happy it found me 🙏🏼 citrus got me shooketh from beginning to end, I am awed by the world building and the whole Oxford way of life especially the classism aspect and the training ethos. everything is so vivid and refreshing and unlike anything I’ve seen in the fandom so far. the fic incorporates many canon elements and balances dialogue, world building and character development flawlessly. being in Harry’s head is an emotional ride, he’s a wonderful and relatable character and I just wanted him to be happy so badly. Draco’s arc is equally moving (I was screaming at his reappearance) and this is peak rivals to lovers!!! I was very invested in the competition and the romance is so so lovely and real. I felt incredibly sad and lost when I finished this fic because I wanted to stay in this universe forever. fun, inventive, sophisticated and surprising in the best ways, go read it now

Rare pair

Shut Up and Kiss Me by @unmistakablyoatmeal (Harry/Teddy, E, 7.7k)

There's a reason Harry walks an extra ten blocks to go to the shops and it has nothing to do with onions.

smitten Harry my beloved!!!! I’m so weak for this ship and this shop AU is the cutest thing you’ll read today, I love swooning Harry daydreaming about Teddy and being an absolute dork around him. it’s so funny (and mildly embarrassing) to watch him pine over this cool, charming, and confident young Teddy who’s not afraid to get what he wants 🌝 the clubbing scene deserves special kudos for its depiction of ageism in queer spaces and how older folks sometimes struggle to fit in. for all their differences I love how Harry and Teddy instantly click, the casual-not-so-casual flirting flows smoothly between them until the UST breaks with deliciously hot smut as per sdk’s usual. a sweet AU to check before the year ends!

[faerieyuri]

6, 7 - Kristoph, 12, 13, 18

Should I be doing them separately? Oh, well, too late haha

YAYYY thanks for asking about my #specialguy ^_^

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

Kristoph Gavin never dreamed he'd luck out with an assistant like Apollo Justice.

Justice had come recommended by an old friend, a law professor at UCLA. Without her recommendation, he never would have taken on a mentor to begin with--he didn't have the patience for their sloppy mistakes.

"You'll like him, Gavin," she'd said over the phone. "He's bright, professional and eager."

Little did Kristoph know just how eager Apollo Justice was. The morning the young lawyer strode through his doors, his eyes practically glimmered with excitement. His red vest and pants were perfectly creased, his watch poised for him to make sure he wasn't even a second late, his hair slicked back with just two strands perked up like bunny ears.

"Apollo Justice, sir," he'd introduced himself, shaking Kristoph's hand with a quiver in his voice. Not a nervous quiver--it was reminiscent of a dog straining against his leash to greet his owner.

7. Is there a piece of clothing you think [Kristoph] is particularly fond of/that you imagine them wearing a lot or like to draw them in?

I think a lot about Kristoph and clothing! He's a dainty man, or at least he appears that way on the outside, so I love to think what a "casual" outfit for him would look like.....at MOST he'll dress down to a sweater, collared shirt, and slacks. Still loafers, you will never see that man in tennis shoes.

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

I was talking with some friends about a crossover AU with my OG special interest since childhood - Yugioh. I imagine the AA characters would be isekai'd away into a world where problems are solved with card games and magic items instead of courts (because in yugioh world, no one gets sued or prosecuted for anything?? Kazuki Takahashi said fuck cops ig).

Maybe there's a new court system and Phoenix and Maya have to defend Yugi for murder? Apollo gets stuck defending Kaibacorp against all the injury lawsuits Kaiba must get from his gaming technology that causes Actual Pain when you take damage? The possibilities are endless.

(Also, interesting crossover lore with two series involving spirit possession/magic items!)

13. What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

FRADRIAN!! Fradrian my absolute beloved. I haven't gotten around to writing them yet but I will.

18. Type [charater]'s name and tell us what the autocomplete suggests as the next word

I have autocomplete turned off, sorry! No one tells me what to write /j

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Source game here!

[sunlightandsuffering]

You know who needs some more hate sex? The Divorce AU! I get it that Mikasa was fooled by Porco and is very straightforward and honest and wholesome in her interactions with Eren, but mans has been slighted. His beloved left him for a lie, then straight up married the asshole who set them apart and shared a bed with him for years afterwards. There’s no way Eren isn’t angry of bitter about it all. Imagine losing half of everything you own, including your own home, and having your ex-wife share it with that guy. There’s no amount of therapy or meditation that can make him forget all that… meaning, the first time they have sex after is basically one-sided hate sex. Maybe it’s all pent up inside him and released once they’re in bed?

Thank you anon, I completely agree, this ask is part of the reason I came out of my hibernation lol, just so I could answer you!! I think you're right, he's holding it in at first to be nice, he still cares for her on some level, he doesn't want to erupt. Besides, its in the past for him, its fine, he'll walk it off. But he's SOOO resentful about it, and it's why he wont really open up to her too much and when she tells him she's single rn and interested he has a hard time accepting it. I think she'd have to break him down, force down his walls, have a massive blowout argument where finally he erupts, gets really angry at her, tells her all the shit he never got to say!! THEN cue hate sex lol!!!

They get back from grocery shopping and suddenly it's like a wall has come down. The previously happy, smiling Eren is gone and in his place is a man who is angry, agitated, barely keeping it together, his face dark as he begins unpacking their groceries. "You should head out soon," he tells her casually, like he isn't fucking kicking her out after the weekend they've had. It had been magical, nostalgic even, how they'd cuddled up together and bickered over which movies to watch, cooked dinner together, in the same kitchen they'd first cooked in all those years ago. The apartment has barely changed, and she'd been comforted by the fact that all the utensils were still in their place, right where she'd left them, like she'd never left at all.

There had been no sex, only longing looks, barely restrained sexual tension as she went to the guest bedroom for the night, only for her to move to Eren's room halfway through because her room was too cold. Sleeping next to him, inhaling his scent, mint and citrus, how he still slept curled up with one of his pillows, how she longed to take that spot. And yet here he is, kicking her out, as cold as ice as if none of it ever happened. She can't help but be angry, and she knows she has no right, she left him, divorced, believed another man's lies over the word of her husband, the love of her life, but they'd had a perfect weekend, it had all felt so right. Can't he see that too? That this is how it's supposed to be.

She can't let the past dictate the future anymore, can't let her mistakes keep fucking up her life.

So, rather than leave like she knows she should, she challenges him, rocking the boat. "I thought we'd have dinner together again." He looks up at her, his expression tight as he attempts to goad her into leaving, "I'm sure you need to get home, make sure your place is all in order before work tomorrow." "I don't," She shrugs and Eren's jaw clenches tighter as he attempts to keep his cool, slowly moving apples from the bag into his fruit bowl. "Mikasa," he warns, "You should go." "Why?"

"Can you just listen to me for once?" "Give me a good reason and I'll leave right now." He's quiet in response and Mikasa takes that as her cue to get everything out of the way, all of her cards on the table. She knows this look in his eye, she's seen it before, every time they go on a date, every time he restrains himself from kissing her, from going any further. Its the same way he used to look when he'd stop himself from starting a bar fight in her honour, that brief dark glint in his eye, the sparks of rage.

He's holding himself back, holding in his fury, for her sake or his own, she doesn't know. But what she does know is that there's no moving on, no going back, and no future ahead of them if they don't get past this, if he doesn't let it out. "I can't see any good reason why I'd leave, not after we've had a perfect weekend, not when it's so good Eren." He's grinding his teeth together in irritation, "Mikasa just go, I don't want to talk about it." "Too bad, we're gonna fucking talk about it." "There's nothing to say," he grinds out finally, "I'm angry and you fucking know it, and I'm going to lash out because while you had a perfect fucking weekend Mikasa all I can think about is how we could have been like this all along. How you fucked it up, so unless you want that you'll leave right now." It hurts, and it's only the tip of the iceberg, but she knows that this time, for better or for worse, she's going to stay. "Then do it," she says calmly, steeling herself for what's to come, that flicker burning into a fire in his eyes, raging green. "What?" "Do it, get angry, tell me all shit you've wanted to say Eren. Get it out." "I can't, just go Mikasa." Now, Mikasa gets angry as she watches him deflate, turning towards the pantry, he needs to get this out, and it needs to happen now or she's never going to have him back, not like she wants. "Eren just fucking do it, tell me. Tell me how I fucked up, tell me how I'm an idiot, that I ruined us by believing some asshole I barely knew over the love of my life. Tell me how angry you were when you found out that not only did I leave you I fucking married the asshole that boke us apart! Tell me how much you hate me for it." She breaks down on her last breath, just as Eren turns around eyes wide, "Tell me how much you hate me so you can love me again, 'Ren please?"

[victorluvsalice]

VITD Sims Lookbook: Victor

All right, we've seen Smiler -- time to move onto the group's beloved Whisper, Victor!

First up, a perfect everyday casual outfit for Victor once he ditches his parents and moves in with Smiler and Alice -- look at that nice red waistcoat! :D This Realm of Magic top actually looks something like what you might see if the Victor in the movie took off his tie and his jacket -- yeah, okay, it's more brightly colored, but poor Victor deserves to have a bit of color in his life, damn it. XD

For bedtime, we have some lovely blue pajamas for my boy. I went for a slightly-mismatched look between the solid blue top and the striped pants, but I think it works for him. (Besides, most of my own pajamas are like that.)

For those sort-of-formal party situations (or any situation where Victor might want a nice jacket), I decided Victor had to have this particular Realm of Magic jacket because it has a little silver moth pin on it! :D That is very much in keeping with Victor's aesthetic. Though looking at the pants again, not sold on those thick cuffs -- I think they make poor Victor's feet look even smaller.

And for those times when Victor has to go full formal, here we have him showing off the Authoritative Aristocrat's Suit from History Lover's Sims Blog! (Paired, of course, with a Simmer of the Dawn top hat.) This looked like a good "fancy" outfit for Victor, even if he is "new money" rather than an aristocrat. XD Feels, again, like something he might actually wear in the movie if we ever saw him at his actual wedding, or going to a fancy party.

As for when Victor needs to get athletic -- okay, I know this is one of the teen High School Years sports team outfits, but I really liked it on Victor as it felt like he was throwing on his old "private school" gym kit for working out. XD It just fits him! (Though I guess this does imply that private schools exist in my Valicer In The Dark AU -- maybe as part of the universities? *shrug* I shall have to update my worldbuilding!)

And finally, Victor gets his own comfy sweater to hang out in for those nippy days around Duskwall! Part of me wonders if the undershirt is a bit too casual for Victor, but I really like the sweater itself -- and he's supposed to reject his nouveau riche upbringing and become at least a little bit less of an anxious mess during his time with the Three Pillars, so hell with it. Victor can have proper casual looks. :p

[sagesolsticewrites]

hi sageykinz !!!!! i was craving some austin x reader x olivia content & then i was like i know the exact person for the job!

so i have 2 for ya (if u want!)

#5 - “I hate Christmas shopping.” - “I love Christmas shopping!” (i thought this would be cute with austin vs olivia lol)

& ice skating!! (i’m imagining austin/reader/olivia r just vvvv attracted to each other here 👀)

but do whatever u want, i just need some trio magic 😭

- @burninlovebutler 😘😘

MEL MY BELOVED YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS REQUEST MADE ME 🥹

being poly myself I love love lovee writing poly x reader fics 🥰

(actually putting these under a cut bc they ended up much, much longer that I’d anticipated oops 😂)

Send me drabble prompts!

5.) “I hate Christmas shopping” / “I love Christmas shopping!”

You skipped into the kitchen, humming happily as you checked the final few things off your list.

“What’s got you so happy, sweetheart?” Austin asked from the kitchen table where he and your girlfriend were sitting.

“Oh nothing,” you smiled, “Just got all my Christmas shopping done. It feels good to check things off the to-do list. Hey, how’s your Christmas shopping going, my loves? I know you two have been busy lately,” you say, genuine sympathy in your eyes.

They very casually assure you that their Christmas shopping is mostly done, just one or two small things they need to get for their other friends, and you nod, “Well, that’s good. As long as you two remember to take some time for yourselves, please? I don’t want you stressing yourselves out just for a little holiday.”

Austin and Olivia both assure you they’re fine, and you vanish back into your room to finish wrapping presents for your family.

As soon as you’re gone, they lock eyes.

“I haven’t had time to go Christmas shopping.”

“Me neither.”

“I hate Christmas shopping!”

“I love Christmas shopping!”

“Wait, what?” They say in unison.

“How can you hate Christmas shopping?! Getting to pick out the perfect gift for someone you love, everyone around you in the holiday spirit..”

“See, Liv, you just listed the reasons I don’t like it,” Austin says with a chuckle, “There’s so much pressure to choose an absolutely perfect gift, and there’s so many people, and everyone’s stressed out, it’s just… it’s a lot.”

Olivia thinks for a moment, then it hits her. “Hey, what if we just did it together?”

“Did… what together?”

“Christmas shopping, silly! We’ll split off to get each other gifts if we need to, but we can do the rest of the shopping together, and maybe it’ll be at least a little more enjoyable for you that way?”

Austin beams at his girlfriend. “I’d love that. I can’t believe we didn’t think of that before.”

“Come on, Aus, you know I’m the one with the brains in this relationship,” Liv teases, leaning over to give him a quick peck so he knows she doesn’t mean it.

“Sweetheart, I love you, but I think we both know who actually has the brains in this relationship,” Austin laughs, already grabbing his coat.

“Y/N,” they both chorus in unison.

Austin heads down the hall as Olivia gets her coat and shoes, knocking on your door before opening it just a crack to peek inside. “Sweetheart, Liv and I are gonna head out to do some last-minute shopping, are you gonna be okay here?”

You look up from the partially wrapped box, hastily taping a corner down before turning your full attention to your boyfriend. “Oh yeah, of course! Have fun and be safe,” you remind him, coming over to the door to give him a kiss before he leaves. You poke your head out into the hall and call towards Olivia, “Have fun babe, be safe!”, making sure to blow her a kiss, too.

“We will!” she calls back, and both you and Austin can hear the smile in her voice.

“Oh, and,” you place a hand on Austin’s arm, gently stopping him as he starts to walk away, “Would you mind picking up something for dinner on the way home? I don’t feel like cooking tonight,” you ask, almost apologetically.

“Of course sweetheart,” he assures you with a nod as he heads back down the hall, “We’ll let you know when we’re on our way home!”

At the mall, Austin does okay for the most part. It’s much better with Liv there than if he was alone, but eventually all the hustle and bustle of the shoppers and the tinny Christmas carols being piped through the mall speakers start to get to him, and he starts getting antsy. He really wants to go home, but he tries to hide it when Liv decides she wants to stop by one of the candle stores to see if they can find anything after they’ve bought all the gifts they need.

They’ve only been in there for a few minutes, however, when she starts picking up on his less-than-cheery mood, and finally decides it’s time to go home.

“I’m sorry that took so long,” she says as they get in the car, gifts securely tucked away in the trunk, “But it wasn’t too bad, was it?”

Austin gives her a soft smile, “No, it wasn’t that bad. Though it was definitely just because you were there.”

“Well, I’m happy I could be of service,” she teases.

On the way home they stop at your favorite restaurant and bring home a veritable feast — Christmas shopping apparently works up an appetite.

Gifts securely hidden away, they spend the rest of that night cuddling with you on the couch, eating dinner and watching all the cheesy Christmas movies you want.

17.) Ice Skating 🥰

“How are you so good at this?” Austin said, exchanging surprised glances with Olivia as they took in the way you glided across the ice like it was nothing.

Sure, you had sounded incredibly excited when you suggested an ice skating date that weekend, but neither of your partners had expected… this.

“I dunno,” you shrugged, facing them with a grin as you turned smoothly into a backwards glide on the less crowded portion of the rink. “I grew up with ice skating lessons and went to open skate at the rink back home pretty much every weekend when I was a kid. Guess some of it just stuck with me.”

Slowing down, you moved so you were skating alongside your partners, assessing how they were doing so far. Olivia was doing fairly well, she was confident enough to move away from the wall lining the ice a bit, but Austin… sweet California born-and-raised Austin was struggling, clinging to the wall for support, though he was clearly trying to make it seem like he was against the wall on purpose.

Exchanging amused glances with your girlfriend, you moved so you were skating between them, linking hands so both of them had support from you.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you Aus,” you teased gently, adding a squeeze of your hand so he knew you were being genuine, that you would be there if he needed you.

“Thank you, sweetheart, I appreciate it,” he laughed, returning the squeeze, which soon turned into a chain of hand squeezes between the three of you as you tried to tease each other while keeping your balance, eventually ending with the three of you collapsing into giggles as you glided aimlessly along the wall.

Soon, though, you could sense that both Austin and Olivia were getting tired, and you suggested stopping for the day and grabbing some hot chocolate at the stand nearby to warm up. They took your suggestion gratefully, and you soon found yourself squashed between them on a bench just outside the rink, each of you holding a cup of steaming hot chocolate.

“This was fun, baby,” Olivia said, tucking a stray wisp of hair back into your hat from where it had escaped, “Thank you for suggesting it.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you smiled, leaning to rest your head oh her shoulder, her faux-fur lined hood proving a more than satisfactory pillow.

Your head shot right back up, however, as you perked up seeing the Zamboni come out to clean up the ice. You were hit with a sudden longing to get back out onto the rink. It had been so long since you’d skated on glass-smooth ice…

Your excitement isn’t lost on your partners, as Austin nudges your shoulder with a knowing smile.

“Go on, get back out there. I know you want to.”

You turn to see Olivia giving you a grin matching Austin’s, and she takes your hot chocolate from your hands gently. “Go ahead sweetheart, give us a show,” she teases gently.

You feel your face heat up, a sweet, warm feeling that has nothing to do with the hot chocolate spreading throughout your body as you realize just how easily your partners can read you.

“Fine, fine, if you insist,” you playfully sigh, quickly slipping back into your skates and making your way back to the ice.

It’s late, and everyone else seems to have left for the evening. It’s just the three of you left as you step onto the ice and begin to glide, unable to stop a smile spreading across your face at how your movements are that much smoother and cleaner on recently swept ice. You feel Austin and Olivia’s eyes on you, and you let out a laugh as you hear them whooping and cheering for you as if you’re an Olympic skater. You warm up with a few laps around the rink, playfully blowing kisses to them every time you pass.

You decide to show off for them a little by doing a few of the jumps you remember from when you were younger, and though you don’t quite stick the landing on all of them, you know Austin and a Olivia are incredibly impressed, if their dropped jaws are anything to go off of.

Eventually you come off the ice, beaming, a rosy glow in your cheeks.

Your partners come to meet you, Olivia still holding your abandoned hot chocolate.

“So that was…” Austin begins, somewhat speechless.

“Incredible!” Olivia shrieks as you untie your rented skates and slip back into your winter boots. “Babe, how come you never told us you could do that?”

You shrug shyly, “I guess it just never came up?”

“Well we definitely need to go ice skating more often,” Austin says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close as you make your way back to the car, “Especially if we’re gonna get a show like that every time.”

You feel your face heat up even more as the two of them shower you with praise, and you decide to turn the attention back to them.

“Well I’m just glad I got to spend today with my two favorite people in the world,” you say, squeezing their hands clasped in yours, “I love you guys.”

“We love you, too,” they murmur, and as snow begins to fall on a moonlit winter night, you pull each of them in for a sweet kiss, joy filling your chest with warmth.

[alj4890]

Love Drabble

(Maxwell Beaumont x OC*Sherry Alcantar) in a Choices The Royal Heir Drabble

A/N In my Dark TRR AU, All Through the Night, I created Sherry to be Maxwell's love interest. She chased after him, determined to make him love her like she did him in that mystical AU and I loved her for it. I've been wanting to see what she could do in a normal world without magic and monsters. So, in this drabble, she is still a cousin to Rashad, and has decided to chase down Cordonia's celebrated author when he travels to Hollywood to discuss The Royal Romance's sequel.

I've lost my tag lists 🤦🏻‍♀️ So I have no clue who might want a Maxwell Beaumont drabble 😂 So whoever sees this and likes it. It's for you.

Masterlist

One Way or Another

Cordonia...

"Sherry," Rashad ran his hands down his face, "I'm not going to do that."

"Please!" Sherry pleaded. "You actually know him! All we have to do is fly to California-"

"No." He interrupted.

"And find out where he's staying. Then--"

"No." Rashad said a bit more emphatically.

"We'll then just casually bump into him and you can introduce me," She smiled a tad deviously, "your beloved cousin, and then I'll take it from there."

"Sherry." Rashad dropped his head back. "I'm not going to help you chase down another man. I've played this role in the past, and it always makes it awkward for me when I run into them after you've gotten tired of them."

He waved around the luxurious main drawing room of his duchy.

"I actually live near him and see him regularly at court functions! I'm on the council with him!"

"And Lady Hana." Sherry reminded him

"And Lady Han--," he abruptly cut off what he was about to say.

"Ugh." Sherry flopped back on his couch. "Why don't you just tell her you like her already?"

Rashad leveled a glare upon his cousin. He adored Sherry, but she was entirely too pushy and too sure when it came to matters of the heart. She didn't understand that normal people needed to move at their own pace.

"Fine. Don't end your, how many years is it now? Three?" She asked.

Rashad barely nodded.

"Don't end your three year longing from afar for Hana." She pushed herself off the couch. "I'm not waiting on Maxwell Beaumont to notice me."

"Why him?" Rashad perched his hip on the arm of a chair. "What made you finally notice him?"

Sherry shrugged. "While stuck on a photoshoot in Bora Bora, I read the first Royal Romance and I knew he was the one for me." She winked at him. "That's why I rushed home."

"Uh huh." Rashad studied her a few silent seconds. "If I do this-"

"I knew you wouldn't let me down!" Sherry bounded over to hug him.

"Once I introduce you to him, I'm done. No more helping you chase him until he dates you." Rashad gripped her upper arms. "Agreed?"

"Agreed." She clasped her hands together. "I'll go finish packing. Our flight leaves in three hours."

"Our flight leaves in..." Rashad couldn't believe her nerve in assuming he'd just give in to her demands.

He watched her skip out of the room as if this was something normal.

Shaking his head in exasperation, he wondered how Maxwell would react to being in a relationship with her.

He knew it was inevitable. No one stood a chance against his cousin. He only wished he could warn the poor guy.

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

"Which one?" Sherry held up two dresses.

Rashad sighed as he set a contract he was studying aside.

"I like the black one." He responded.

She dropped the red one and dashed to her room to change.

"You sure he'll be at the premiere?" She yelled out.

"Yes." Rashad got to his feet to pour a needed glass of bourbon. "Liam told me that they'd all been invited to Ryan Summers 's latest film." He took a long sip. "Ever since he played Maxwell in the first film, they've become good friends."

Sherry stepped back out and did a slow twirl. "Well?"

"You look nice." He straightened his tie. "Let's get this over with."

"Cheer up." She walked over to help him when he made it even more lopsided. "Hana will be there." Her lips turned up in a teasing smile. "Maybe you'll be able to get ten words out this time instead of the usual five."

"I can talk to her." He grumbled.

"I know you can." Sherry grasped his arms and shook him. "Remember that you're a catch too. She'd be lucky to have a man like you love her."

His frown turned into a shy smile. "You really think so?"

"I know so." She stepped behind him to push him towards the door. "Now let's go get our love stories started.

***********

Afterparty...

"Great movie." Maxwell responded. "I give it five stars."

"Thank you." Ryan replied, including the rest of the Cordonians he'd come to know in his gratitude. "It means a lot to me that you all came for this event."

"Are you kidding?" Riley teased. "We couldn't disappoint Maxwell 2.0 by missing this."

"Maxwell 2.0?" Ryan repeated with a laugh.

"That's what he calls you." Drake rolled his eyes. "What is it he says about Summers?"

"Ryan is an excellent imitation but he'll never be the OG." Hana promptly quoted.

The group chuckled while Maxwell sputtered to assure Ryan that he really did do an excellent job as The Royal Romance version of Maxwell Beaumont.

"Thanks." Ryan didn't bother to smother his laughter. "I have some more guests to greet." He waved as he walked away. "But come find me later to talk about the next book."

"Now what do we do?" Drake asked.

"Enjoy the party, of course." Riley told him.

She linked her arm with Liam's, smiling when he asked her to dance.

"I'm going to the bar." Drake snagged a few hors d'oeuvres along his way.

Maxwell breathed out a long breath.

"Are you all right?" Hana gently placed her hand on his arm.

"It's hard keeping up the Maxwell Media Mogul persona." He looked about at all the famous, important faces. "I feel out of place half the time."

"Well, we think you are doing great." Hana told him.

"Really?"

She nodded with an encouraging smile.

"Thanks Hana." He slung his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her close. "You're the best."

She hugged him back. "I think I'm going to see what desserts they have, would you like me to bring you back a plate of something?"

"Yes, please." He begged. "I think this is a night to both stress eat and stress dance."

She giggled while promising to bring him back enough treats to relax.

He watched her leave and felt his nervousness return.

"Maxwell?"

He turned around with a ready smile, only to stare in surprise at the sight of Rashad with a stunning date on his arm.

He'd always thought the man was in love with Hana.

My powers of love detection must be way off, he thought to himself.

"Hey." Maxwell greeted warmly. "I didn't know you were coming to this."

"Neither did I." Rashad let out an oomph when Sherry elbowed him. "Have you, uh, met my cousin, Lady Sherveen Alcantar?"

Maxwell studied the gorgeous face for a few seconds.

"I don't think I have." He held his hand out.

She took it, smiling up at him. "I've been hoping for a chance to meet you."

"You have?"

She nodded, stepping closer. "I'm a huge fan of your books."

"You...you are?" Maxwell colored some under those mesmerizing gray eyes of hers. "Thank you."

Rashad rolled his eyes as he stepped away. "Excuse me a moment, I see someone I need to say hello to."

"Say hi to Hana for me." Sherry told him, keeping Maxwell dead in her sights.

Maxwell swore he heard Rashad curse as he walked away.

"So, uh, Lady Sherveen--"

"Call me Sherry." She insisted.

"Sherry." He smiled once more at her. "What's been your favorite part from my books?"

She bit down on her bottom lip while gazing up at him through her long lashes.

"I loved every part you were in."

The tips of Maxwell's ears turned red over that complement.

"Ah. Um." He took a step back when she moved even closer. "I, I was around for a lot of the uh drama and romance."

"I know." Sherry cornered him back against a wall. "You became a man I have been very anxious to meet."

He swallowed nervously, eyes darting around for one of his friends to help him. He didn't know why he felt the need for backup, but something about this woman made him anxious.

"In fact, you're the reason I am ready to come back to Cordonia."

He stilled, brow furrowed in confusion. "Me?"

"Yes." She grinned up at him. "I thought the court would be filled with proper, dull people obsessed with etiquette and waltzing. If I'd known someone fun like you was there, I'd have quit my job and come straight back home for good."

"You would?" He began to relax in finding a kindred spirit. "I'd um, I'd have liked that." His dimples deepened with his grin. "I mean if you'd have been there."

Her eyes cut to the crowd at the party once more as she felt the beginning of a plan form. "You want to get out of here?"

"And do what?"

"Have a night on the town of course!" She grasped his hand giving it a playful tug. "We're in the City of Angels! The club scene alone here kicks this party's butt much less all the cool places one can get into trouble."

"Trouble?" He felt his desire to escape with her fight his brother's dogmatic teachings that he couldn't embarrass his family and friends. "Maybe we should stay here."

Sherry pouted playfully. "You're really going to let me go off alone to have a good time?"

His eyes widened again. He didn't know this woman. He knew she was Rashad's cousin, but other than that he had no clue who she really was. And yet, hadn't he not known who Riley was when he first invited her to Cordonia?

Look how great that turned out, he thought to himself. I ended up with a new best friend and helped Liam find the love of his life.

Maybe Sherry is destined to become a new friend. A really, really hot friend.

"Let's do it!"

Sherry's effervescent smile caused his heart to feel like it was doing somersaults.

Her eyes darted around the room until she found the closest exit. She leaned in even closer to Maxwell, allowing him not only a generous view of her cleavage but also the enticing scent of orange blossoms to tease his senses.

"When I give you the signal, go out that door." She whispered.

"What's the signal?"

Sherry flopped her long back hair over her shoulder, winked at him, then took off running.

Maxwell let out a startled whoop and ran after her.

This, he thought with a grin, was going to be one crazy night.

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

Outside, Maxwell whistled in appreciation when the valet drove up in a red Aston Martin DBS.

"This yours?" He asked.

Sherry slid into the driver's side and winked at him. "Maybe."

His eyes widened. "Whose is it?"

"I'll tell you later." She shifted into first gear, revving the engine. "You coming or what?"

Swallowing with a quick glance around for cop cars, he hopped over the passenger door. He landed perfectly in the seat, snapping his seatbelt in place.

With a delighted laugh, Sherry hit the gas and sped off into the night.

"So...where to?" Maxwell asked.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

He gulped. He didn't know why he was filled with the need to impress this serendipitous woman, but he was.

"Let's do something unexpected!" He exclaimed.

"Unexpected..." Sherry pulled out her phone and made a quick call. "Hey! I'm calling in that favor you owe me."

Maxwell watched her charm her way into getting what she wanted.

"There we go." She tossed her phone into the cupholder and shifted into a higher gear. "Something unexpected coming up!"

***********

A little while later...

"Where are we?" Maxwell whispered as they walked up to the back of a large building.

"You'll see." Sherry took his hand, guiding him towards a plain looking door.

She carefully knocked in a tempo that he swore was Queen's We Will Rock You song.

The door cracked open, giving a bare sliver of light.

"You got mud on your face." A voice whispered.

"You big disgrace." Sherry whispered in response. "Kicking your can all over the place."

The door opened all the way much to Maxwell's shock.

"After you." Sherry gently pushed him through the pitch black doorway.

He reached back and gripped her hand. He had the most uneasy feeling that he'd just entered the beginning of his downfall.

And for some strange reason, he believed the woman who had brought him here would save him.

As they followed a shadowed figure up six flights dimly lit stairs, he began to imagine all the nefarious activities that awaited him when they reached their destination.

They'll cut me open and harvest my organs leaving me in a tub of ice. Or, they'll kill me. Maybe hold me for ransom. Bertrand will never pay what they ask for. Sherry could sell me as a sex slave.

That last thought had him thinking about Sherry possibly wanting him for her own slave.

They'll want to steal my ideas for my next book. Get all the dirt on Liam and Riley. Nothing they can do will make me reveal anything! They'll--

"Here we are." Sherry turned around towards Maxwell with a black cloth in her hands.

Oh my god, she's going to kill me!

"Close your eyes and lean down."

He blinked and slowly did as she asked.

Her smile was so excited.

Are all murderesses this happy with their intended victims?

She tied the black scarf around his eyes.

"Can you see anything?" She asked.

"No." His voice cracked.

I hope I don't see the weapon she chooses.

She took his hand again, lacing her fingers with his.

He was tugged forward. He thought he heard some clicks and then a door shut off in the distance.

"Keep your eyes closed." Sherry ordered.

"Okay." He mumbled, bending down once more so she could untie the scarf.

Sherry felt her heart melt over his face being so close to her own. His eyes were shut tight like a little boy's would be waiting on a present. She thought he was so adorable that she couldn't resist trying one more thing with him before he opened his eyes.

She tenderly cupped his face between her hands and pressed her lips to his.

Maxwell jumped in reaction, yet kept his eyes shut.

So it is a sex slave thing.

His arms wound around her waist the moment she moved closer to his body.

This definitely isn't the worst way she could kill me.

Sherry broke away, breathing hard from the passion in his response. She looked up at him in awe that she'd finally experienced the perfect kiss.

She'd certainly kissed enough men in the past to know when it was the one she'd been dreaming of.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Maxwell asked.

"What?" She ran her fingers through her hair then straightened her black dress. "Let me um, let me get you into position."

She moved him a little to the left then turned him around. "Now."

He opened his eyes then blinked until the room came into focus. His lips parted on a gasp as he looked around.

"What is this place?"

"I brought you to MoDS." She grinned up at him. "The Museum of Dream Space."

"Wow!" He stepped forward into a room of colored lights that made it look like something from another world. "This is incredible!"

Sherry beamed as he exclaimed over how cool this museum was.

"What made you think to bring me here?" He asked, darting into another room designed to give a new light experience.

She lowered her eyes. He could tell in the softer lights of this room that a blush was forming.

"I don't know." She clasped her hands behind her back. "I guess I thought from the way you write, that you would appreciate something like this."

"You thought right!" He twirled about in the next room they came to, trying to take it all in.

He noticed her mysterious, onset bashfulness and reached behind her for her hand.

"Dance with me." He yanked her into his arms.

"Dance?" She laughed, returning to her former confident self. "Here?"

"We have different colored sparkling globes all around us." He explained. "This room is crying out for a dance."

"Then we need music." She told him.

"Already taken care of." He held his phone up with a grin.

"A slow song?" She slipped her arms around his neck. "I pictured you picking something more up tempo."

"Maybe I wanted an excuse to hold you close." He grinned, leaning down to kiss her.

"Maybe you don't need an excuse." She rose up on her tiptoes to meet his lips with her own.

Sherry felt her heart nearly beat out of her chest with how much this second kiss was more perfect than the first.

"Wow." Maxwell mumbled against her lips. "We really should do that more often."

All she could do was nod in absolute agreement.

"You want to see the other rooms?"

He shrugged. "I don't think they'll be near as perfect as this one."

Sherry giggled, pressing another quick kiss to his lips. "We won't know how perfect they are until we get in there."

"So an experiment, hmm?" He winked at her, taking her hand once more in his. "I'm down for that."

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

A few hours later, the two were sitting near a brightly lit fountain, eating fast food, and talking about everything that came to mind.

"Okay, I gotta know." Maxwell waved toward where they'd left the car. "Whose is that?"

"Part of me wants to mess with you some more and either leave it a mystery or say I stole it." Sherry grinned at him. "But since you are so cute, I'll tell you the truth."

"I knew my adorableness would open doors for me one day." He mumbled around a huge bite of his burger.

She giggled, stealing some of his fries. "It's mine. Or at least, exactly like mine. I rented this one here."

"Nice. Is yours back in Cordonia?"

"Uh huh." She finished off her burger and searched for a napkin. "Domvalier."

Maxwell reached over with his napkin to wipe some mustard off her chin.

Their eyes met. Grins formed the longer they looked at one another.

"So? Since you clearly have the best taste in cars," Maxwell got to his feet, snagging her hand along the way, "Wanna take me out another night on the town once we're back home?"

With a smooth move, he had her back in his arms, forehead touching hers.

"Ummm," she replied with a laugh, "no."

Maxwell jerked back in surprise. He'd been so certain she liked him as much as he liked her.

She grasped his tie, pulling him down into a long, deep kiss.

Her silvery gray eyes held his ocean blue as she whispered.

"I'm going to need a lot of nights on the town with you."

[glowinxfairies]

first things first!

let me tell anyone who’s new here what i do in all my free time as an illustrator and also hobby author ❣

you can call me steph, i’m 26 y/o, she/her and i’m from germany!

I have this little oc winx club called the Glowinx Club!

It started out by me slowly getting into the fandom more and rewatching our beloved fairies when I made my own fairy oc called Somi, she was supposed to be the fairy of dreams or potions.

This is a new drawing of her btw, not the first one i did of her but it’s the initial design. from here i went and designed my glowinx main protagonist, Alora, fairy of dreams and the night. i love love love having immediate stories for my ocs and the concept behind her and the whole glowinx gang came so natrurally and fast but i was scared because if anyone knows me from my ff days knows i barely managed to finish a story 😑

however, i loved them so much so i started writing, long story short (not really) i started writing the casual start of the Glowinx Club Feb’ 2022 and finished it some time ago, and now I’m on the second season of those lovely friends and their adventures!! there are multiple AUs planned already and so far I want the Glowinx Club to have 5 seasons!

These are the seasons’ posters so far!

You want to give these magical friends a read? go ahead!! https://www.wattpad.com/user/lilac_glowinx

I’m also very active on my winx ig account: lilac.glowinx

my carrd’s link is right in the description but let me also drop it here! https://stephlilac.carrd.co/

If you have any questions towards me or my fairies just ask!! 💜

[anamazingangie]

all daemyra edition 😎

Long Fic: My longest fic is Significance at almost 90k!

Ficlet/Drabble: I deleted my collection on Ao3 but my prompt fills for tumblr all count as 'ficlet's' I think.

Extra Kinky Fic: I think Trials, the insertion kink is strong.

ABO: not for long!

Gift or Exchange Fic: I wrote Definitions for a V-day exchange! Most recently and more casually I wrote closer to god  for luthien.

Unhappy Ending: All Dragons go to Heaven, mostly Rhaenyra POV in canonverse :( Very different for me, I'm usually super HEA minded.

Gen Fic: Idk if this counts because the fic is still very much daemyra, but my closest and most wholesome work is probably Finders Keepers which is about them acquiring all the green children and raising them.

Universe Fusion: I've written a lot of AU's inspired by other worlds with elements of Westeros, but idk if those count? The first one that comes to mind is magically meant to be which has major Cinderella elements.

Canon Divergence AU: Throwback to my first fic! Baelon!Lives, au from there. the end of a dance and the beginning of something better.

Archive Warnings Used:

Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings / Most of my fics tbh

Major Character Death / I think the one I linked for unhappy ending is the only real one? But also Anything, I guess.

No Archive Warnings Apply / Premium my beloved!

Rape/Non-Con / A couple now, but Rogue Prince most blatantly.

 Underage / A lot of my fics have canon-typical underage which is why I use "choose not to use warnings" but things like this  is a modern AU with that warning because Rhaenyra is 17.

Trope That Makes Me Icky: Cheating! I've written it a couple times now but Being Strong was the first. I also dislike parent/child incest a lot in every other fandom but have written it in it's a dream and it's a bit of a dance .

Character-centric Fic: The crisis verse as a whole is quite Daemon-centric. Practice is unique because it is Alicent-centric.

This was fun! 🥰 | BLANK TEMPLATE HERE from @the-ace-with-spades

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

FebHyurary Day 3: Star

Modern AU. Estinien takes Agi to the Ishgard Observatory and tries to be romantic. SFW.

Estinien Varlineau was sweating. Sweating like a whore in church. All because of…her.

Earlier in the week, Estinien texted Agnes (my super sexy and cute girlfriend) about event (The Magic of the Dragon Star or some shit) at the Ishgard Observatory (best field trip I ever went on was here!!!) to gauge interest. She said she vaguely remembered something important about the Dragon Star from school but seemed excited to go. She’s the best.

Now, dressed in what he called “fancy casual”, he was sitting next to his girlfriend of nearly two moons and sweating buckets. Agnes was captivated by the event, and Estinien found he could not stop watching her reactions. She’s so pretty. Her smile is so bright. Maybe I should try to say something romantic? Whisper in her ear something fucking Aymeric would say? Come on, man! Stop being a shit for brains and think!!!

Think.

Think.

Think.

He leaned close to her ear. “You’re prettier than the Dragon Star.”

Oooooooooooooooh fucking hells. I sound like an idiot! Who says that?! She’s going to think I’m a big dumbass and leave and never see me again and—

Estinien was taken out of his thoughts by Agnes giggling as she kissed his freshly shaven cheek. “Thanks love. You’re so sweet.” She took his hand and held it, looking back at the event. Lights and such projected on the ceiling…SHE THINKS I’M SWEET!?!??! “Are you okay?” She whispered, squeezing his hand.

He cleared his throat. “A-aye. Just…like being with you, sweetheart.”

Agnes refused to let go of his hand for the rest of the event, sighing as they left the observatory. “Oh gods, that was marvelous! Simply marvelous! Did you like it, love? Love?” Her expression grew concerned as Estinien stared at her.

The soft glow of the old fashioned street lamps and the snow falling illuminated her features in a way he did not think was possible. She is a star. The prettiest star in the world. She’s so beautiful.

“I’m fine,” he choked out, bringing her hand to his lips. “There’s a little café nearby that’s open late if you—OH!” Estinien got the wind knocked out of him as Agnes crashed into him, hugging him tightly and squealing. He retuned her embrace and tapped her ass because it’s perfect in every way!

“Of course we can, naughty man! Maybe we could share a little treat or something.” She pulled his face to hers with a grin. “Show me the way, my beloved guiding star.” As they kissed, Estinien believed his heart did actually skip a beat.

How is she so beautiful and perfect and funny and sweet and cute and everything I ever dreamed of…

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

Universes with casual magic where it's just generally sort of a thing are my favorite, but I'm realizing I only used it for crippling angst and the STUPIDEST bullshit

like,,,, Love Potion Richie au,,,,, loser's soul link au where they all still forget but still have the soul link,,,,,, loser's soul link au where something really bad happens to one of them and they all frantically meet up to make sure they're all okay and then realize one person hasn't shown up,,,, giving Bev horrific prophetic nightmares out of context,,,,,,,,, stan breaks Richie's glasses by sneezing too hard via telekinesis,,,,,, Ben's a shitty empath who has a hard time distinguishing what feelings everyone is feeling when she's super close to them so she walks into a room with the losers and goes look idk what the fuck is going on here but its a lot of it so pls kindly stop ty it's giving me a headache :),,,,,,,,,,, none of the losers have any magic whatsoever but gosh damn does Georgie Denbrough Have So Much Of It,,,,,,,,

[opalwhisker]

Sorcerer!Scar and Vampire!Mumbo fic I wrote after seeing the drawings from @kiwibaskerville and @spyglahass for @mojo-chojo 's spicy chicken au. I originally wasn't going to post this publicly, but when I shared it with them they all liked it so much they convinced me to share it. So I hope you enjoy!

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Krak-ka-THOOM!

Thunder rumbled ominously overhead, the flashes of lightning in between deep rumbles growing more frequent. The rain hadn’t arrived yet, but Scar could smell the change in the atmosphere that signaled it wouldn’t be long to arrive. He flashed his signature grin up at the tall figure glaring at him from the open doorway to the castle he found himself in front of.

“What, are you not going to let an old friend come in to take shelter from this storm? You aren’t that cruel, are you Mumbo?”

 

Mumbo only squinted slightly in response, his steely gaze not faltering in the slightest at Scar’s attempt to win him over. He crossed his arms and leaned casually against the doorframe, his eyes briefly flicking over Scar’s somewhat bedraggled appearance. His boots and hem of his coat were caked in mud, and his hair, though normally endearingly messy, was looking truly unkempt. Still, Mumbo refused to just lie down and let this fox wander into his own home.

“Scar, we both know you don’t make unplanned visits. What are your intentions here?” 

Scar gasped and clutched a hand to his chest dramatically at Mumbo’s words. “Mumbo! You wound me! Do you truly think so little of me that you think I would have ulterior motives when visiting my own friends?”

“Quite frankly, yes. I do think that.”

For a brief moment, Scar looked genuinely hurt by Mumbo’s words, and Mumbo felt just a tiny bit guilty, but he pushed the guilt aside for the moment. Scar always wanted something. Lightning flashed brightly and the thunder rolled overhead not long after, indicating how close the nearby storm was. Scar glanced up a bit nervously and fidgeted with his coat for a moment while chewing his lower lip in thought before sighing deeply.

“Okay Mumbo, my beloved Swaggon just happened to hit an unfortunate rock in the road nearby and it maybe broke down just a little bit and I need somewhere to take shelter from this storm until I can fix it.” Scar finished his story and smiled sheepishly up at the tall vampire in front of him. Mumbo didn’t move for a long moment, contemplating the veracity of Scar’s tale, before sighing heavily and stepping aside.

“Alright, you can come in, BUT– take your boots off first, they’re absolutely filthy.” Scar lit up as Mumbo invited him inside; Cheerily stepping over the threshold and clapping Mumbo’s hand in his.

“Excellent! I knew I could count on you, Mumbo! I promise, it’ll be like I’m not even here!” Scar beamed even as Mumbo doubted he could ever forget that Scar was in his house. 

“Scar! Boots!” He cried out as the human sorcerer had already begun to walk down the hall without removing his filthy footwear.

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“Oh, splendid! Thank you Mumbo, you’re truly a wonderful host.” Scar hummed as Mumbo handed him a warm mug of tea. After kicking off his boots and hanging up his coat, Scar had made himself right at home in Mumbo’s favorite armchair next to the fireplace. Mumbo swore Scar had to know what he was doing and was messing with him, but Scar had only ever visited once before, so how could he possibly know that was Mumbo’s favorite chair? Mumbo pushed aside his irritation for the moment and sat himself in the armchair across from Scar. 

There was a long silence as Mumbo continued to examine Scar to see if he could discern his motives through observation alone. The fire crackled in the fireplace and Scar sipped his tea until he set the cup down with an audible clack. 

“Where’s Grian? Usually he’s attached to you at the hip.” Scar mused, a sly grin on his face. Mumbo was certain now that Scar hadn’t just shown up on his doorstep by chance.

“If your magic isn’t faulty, then you should know that Grian isn’t here right now.” Mumbo replied, with perhaps a bit more snark than he’d originally intended. The subtle jab at Scar’s magic capability didn’t seem to phase the human, who only smiled and laughed.

“Oh you’re right! Silly me, how could I forget?” The smile on Scar’s face darkened ever so slightly and his tongue poked out just enough for him to lick his lips and quickly flash the magic mark on his tongue at Mumbo teasingly. “Ah, I see. He’s out visiting his sister, Pearl. Isn’t that nice? I’m glad he’s getting a chance to catch up with her.” Mumbo glared at Scar again, irked by the fact that he’d just instantly known where Grian was at the moment.

“What’s with the sour face, Mumbo? It’s really just a protective measure, I care about Grian as a friend and only wish to see him safe! We wouldn’t want something to happen to our beloved harpy friend and not know where he was.” Scar smiled innocently, but Mumbo knew that face was a lie. 

“It would be one thing if that’s all that mark of yours meant.” Mumbo growled softly. “You and I both know that isn’t all it is.”

“Are you referring to how the mark got there in the first place?” Scar chuckled, “It really isn’t that big a deal, Mumbo. It’s a simple matter of infusing my mark with magic and putting a little bit of intent behind it.” He shrugged and rested his head in his hand. “All I have to do then is touch the sigil to whatever I wish to mark, et voilà!”

“Yes but that is the problem, your mark is on your tongue!” Mumbo exclaimed, growing frustrated with Scar’s embellishing. 

“Ahhh I see what this is about.” Scar sat back in the arm chair and steepled his fingers thoughtfully. “You’re jealous.”

“Wh-No, I am not jealous, I just think that–”

“If you felt that way you should have just said something, Mumbo!” Scar lamented, getting up from his seat and approaching Mumbo as he talked, “I would never want to do anything that would make you upset, I consider you a dear friend of mine as well, you know.”

“Scar, I really–”

“And you know, I’ve been thinking about this for a while myself and I think this is the perfect opportunity,” Scar interrupted Mumbo again by sitting down on his lap and continuing to talk, without missing a beat, “I could mark you, too~” He hummed and brought a hand up to cup Mumbo’s face.

Mumbo sat in stunned silence for a moment, a soft blush beginning to creep into his face. Of all the things he’d expected Scar to say, that had to be the last thing he’d anticipated. 

“I– What– Scar I can’t–” Mumbo stammered, trying to find his words as Scar brushed his thumb over his cheek.

“Of course you can.” Scar smiled and leaned in closer to whisper in Mumbo’s ear, “You just have to let me do all the hard work.” He punctuated his sentence with a little nibble on Mumbo’s earlobe, tugging on it gently. 

The blush in Mumbo’s cheeks became more pronounced and he pushed Scar away, his irritation gone now and replaced by a confusing mixture of emotions. His heart was beginning to race and his chest felt tight with swirling emotions; confusion, embarrassment, indignation, and just a little bit of curiosity. 

“Ah, feeling nervous, are we?” Scar teased, “How about I sweeten the deal for you?” Scar ignored the glare Mumbo shot his direction and continued his sales pitch; “You let me mark you, and I’ll let you have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have a little taste of genuine Scar Blood.” 

Once again, Mumbo was left too stunned to say anything right away. “You would let me drink your blood… In exchange for letting you put your mark on me?” He repeated, still trying to grasp the offer being presented to him. 

“Correct! Grian has been away for a while–” 

Bastard! Mumbo thought, I knew he was just playing dumb–

“--So I presume you’ve had to go without for a little while now. Why not make this a mutually beneficial exchange? Let me mark you and you get a little snack to tide you over until your favorite food comes back from visiting his sister.” Scar idly let his hand roam across Mumbo’s chest as he spoke, “Honestly, you’ll be getting quite a deal, since I will also come to your aid should you ever need it once I’ve marked you.” He licked his lips again and Mumbo got another, closer peek at the magic sigil that shimmered on his tongue. 

Mumbo contemplated Scar’s offer for a moment. It was true, it had been several days since he’d last eaten and his hunger was starting to get a bit of an edge to it, and Grian wasn’t due to return for at least another week. And now Scar had piqued his curiosity about the mark. He’d be lying to himself if he wasn’t at least a little bit curious about Scar’s abilities.

“Alright… you have yourself a deal.” Mumbo agreed cautiously, proffering his hand to Scar to shake and confirm their agreement. 

Scar took it and shook it firmly once saying, “Then we have a deal! Now, do you have any preference for where you want the mark to be? I can put it just about anywhere~” Mumbo flushed again, already several spots jumping into his mind unbidden. 

“I- I don’t care, as long as it’s someplace that isn’t obvious and is easy to hide.” He said, trying not to dwell on those thoughts for too long.

“Aw, you’re not ashamed of me, are you Mumbo?” Scar pouted before brushing aside Mumbo’s hair and leaning in close to his neck, so close his lips just barely brushed against Mumbo’s skin as he said, “I could put it somewhere for all the world to see, you know~” 

Mumbo tried to hide the hitch in his breathing and the shiver that ran down his spine as Scar’s warm breath tickled his neck. “N-No thank you, p-please keep it somewhere discreet.” He muttered, trying to maintain his composure. Scar chuckled and relented, pulling back enough that Mumbo breathed a small sigh of relief.

“Alright, alright, a deal’s a deal, and I’m a fair man. I think I know just the spot, too, but I’ll need you to stand up for me a little bit.” Scar got up from Mumbo’s lap and offered his hand out to help Mumbo stand. Mumbo took his hand and rose from his seat, only to let out a small noise of surprise as Scar tugged him over to his wet bar at the nearby wall. 

“Scar, what are you doing– ah!” Before Mumbo could even finish his question, Scar had him pressed up against the edge of the bar and had brought his face down to meet him in a kiss. It was sudden and unexpected, but when Scar cupped his hand around the side of Mumbo’s head and nibbled on Mumbo’s lower lip, pleading silently for access, Mumbo felt his hesitation vanish. Without really thinking, Mumbo opened his mouth and allowed Scar to deepen the kiss.

 Mumbo’s eyes fluttered shut as he became lost in the kiss, his hands resting on Scar’s hips. He vaguely noticed that Scar’s hands slipped down and unbuttoned his waistcoat. He lost track of how long the kiss lasted before Scar pulled back, leaving them both panting and flushed. He couldn’t lie to himself, Scar was a very good kisser, and Mumbo hadn’t realized how badly he’d been missing a more intimate touch. 

“I hope you’re not planning to mark my tongue, Scar.” Mumbo teased, feeling a bit more relaxed with the sorcerer. 

“Only if you want me to~” Scar teased back and chuckled. “No, no, I have a different place in mind. This is just… a little bit of fun, hm?” As he spoke, his hands tugged at the corner of Mumbo’s neatly tucked in shirt, pulling it free and sneaking his hands under the hem to let them rest against Mumbo’s skin on his hips. 

“Fun, hm? Is that all?” Mumbo asked somewhat sarcastically. He was about to say something else when Scar suddenly knelt down in front of him. “Scar? What on earth are you–” Mumbo’s words caught in his throat and his eyes widened a bit as he looked down to see Scar pushing Mumbo’s shirt up, exposing his stomach. Mumbo’s hand went up to cover his mouth and face a bit as he felt the heat rise in his cheeks, his free hand reaching behind him to nervously grip the counter top. Taking a nervous breath before looking back down at Scar, who was still kneeling on the floor in front of him, looking up at Mumbo and enjoying his reaction. Gently Scar let one hand brush across Mumbo’s exposed midriff, sending another shiver down Mumbo’s spine.

“Such beautiful, perfect skin~” Scar hummed softly and leaned in so his lips were just brushing the skin, “I can’t wait to Mark it~” And without further warning, Scar placed an open-mouth kiss on the skin just above Mumbo’s left hip. 

Mumbo was glad his hand was already covering his mouth as it stifled the soft noise of pleasure that escaped his throat as he felt Scar’s warm tongue on his skin. Again his eyes fluttered shut and his head tilted back in pleasure as Scar both literally and figuratively worked magic on Mumbo’s skin with his tongue. Though he’d managed to stifle any noises that tried to escape him when Scar was just using his tongue, it became more difficult when Scar added his teeth into the mix. Mumbo yelped in surprise as Scar bit down on the sensitive skin and sucked on it hard before releasing it and running his tongue over the sore bite mark. Mumbo couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped him as Scar continued to bite and lick the area, a strange warmth forming in the middle of the skin. Finally, after what felt like ages, Scar backed off to admire his handiwork. A prominent bruise was beginning to form on Mumbo’s hip, and right at the center of it was a bright, warm, glowing mark that slowly began to dim.

“There!” Scar said happily, pulling Mumbo’s hips closer to him again, “One lovely new mark.” He smiled and pressed several gentle kisses to Mumbo’s skin traveling from his hip to his navel.  “Well, that’s your end of the deal, I suppose I ought to hold up my end now, too.”

“Oh, believe me, I plan on holding you to your end of the bargain.” Mumbo, eager to give Scar a taste of his own medicine, smiled darkly in a way that had Scar shivering this time. “Get up.” Mumbo commanded, pulling Scar to his feet. “Let me return the favor.” He whispered before deftly spinning Scar around so their positions were switched, this time with Mumbo pressing Scar up against the counter of the wet bar. 

“Oh, I think I like this Mumbo~” Scar flirted as Mumbo leaned in for another kiss. 

“We’ll see how long that lasts.” Mumbo shot back before reaching his hand up to tangle in Scar’s hair, grabbing a fistful of it and forcefully pulling Scar’s head to the side. Mumbo glanced quickly in Scar’s direction, a little bit surprised to see the clear excitement on the sorcerer’s face. Usually people about to be bitten by a vampire for the first time were fearful, but Scar looked eager for what was about to happen. 

Mumbo almost hesitated for a moment, but then he caught a whiff of Scar’s warm skin; soft and slightly salty with the inviting pulse of blood just under the surface; and he couldn’t help himself. He still tried to be a little gentle at first, licking the area and just sucking on the skin softly for a moment, but he could feel Scar’s pulse quicken under his tongue as the human squirmed slightly in his arms, and he couldn’t wait any longer. His fangs easily pierced Scar’s skin, sinking in deeply until they hit a larger vein and blood began to well up around them. Scar let out a brief sound of pain that morphed into a low moan as Mumbo’s tongue lapped up the rivulets. 

Mumbo himself let his eyes slide shut as the taste of Scar’s blood hit his tongue. It was coppery and salty, but had a delightful taste to it that Mumbo couldn’t describe. It almost wasn’t even a taste as much as it was a sensation, a pleasant tingly feeling that spurred Mumbo’s hunger into action, craving more. It certainly wasn’t the same as Grian’s blood, but maybe it was because he was a sorcerer that his blood had this quality to it that Mumbo found quite enjoyable. 

For a moment, Mumbo lost himself to his hunger, letting himself suck and lap at the wound on Scar’s neck as it bled into his mouth. Scar, for his part, didn’t seem to mind, trying desperately not to continue moaning softly as Mumbo’s tongue ran over his skin. Eventually he did become a bit concerned as he noticed the room begin to spin. Gently he slapped Mumbo’s arm to get his attention and groaned softly once the vampire withdrew his tongue and teeth. 

“Ah ha ha, okay I think you’ve proved your point.” Scar chuckled weakly, the fatigue beginning to catch up with him. He’d used a chunk of Mana to Mark Mumbo, and he hadn’t realized that letting Mumbo drink his blood also let Mumbo consume some of his Mana reserves, leaving him feeling even weaker than he anticipated. He tried to straighten up from his position leaned back on the counter and his vision faded out.

“Scar!” Mumbo yelped and caught the human just in time before he’d fainted head-first to the floor. Mumbo was just as caught off-guard as Scar was, having lost track of just how much blood he’d consumed. Gently, Mumbo held Scar in his arms and guided him to lay on the floor. He grabbed a nearby throw pillow and a blanket from the back of a chair and helped make him just a little bit more comfortable until he regained consciousness. Mumbo felt a bit guilty for not realizing how much he’d drank and decided that it was the least he could do to make sure Scar felt okay when he woke up. He sighed and stood up, heading into the kitchen to grab several glasses of water and some fruit. Mumbo knew from experience at this point that Scar would wake up feeling thirstier than a man in a desert and would need to eat something to help him get his blood sugar back to normal. He returned and knelt next to Scar on the floor, pausing for a moment to brush the hair back from his eyes. 

Sometimes he could be a major pain, and Mumbo still didn’t really wholly trust Scar’s motives, but he supposed the human Sorcerer wasn’t really all that bad.