#day 25 : prickly

[skyward-floored]

Here’s my (very late) birthday fic for @kikker-oma, it’s based off her art for day 17 of whumptober!

(Which at least one other person has already written a fic for but I didn’t realize until after I’d already started writing it so any similarities are pure coincidence 😅)

https://www.tumblr.com/kikker-oma/731400216730828800?source=share

I hope you like it Oma, happy (very belated) birthday!!!

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Something was wrong with Legend.

Time could see it in the way the teenager walked, his steps heavy and dragging. How he lingered at the back of the group and barely spoke, mostly just nodding along to whatever it was Wind was telling him, and didn’t go out of his way to speak to anyone, his words sharp and vicious when he did.

Normally Time wouldn’t think twice about Legend being a little extra antisocial and standoffish. He was often grumpy (though Time had seen his soft interior once or twice in the brief time they’d been traveling together), and it wasn’t surprising his mood would get a little more severe now and then.

No, the worrying thing was that it had been several days since the behavior began, and it hadn’t gone away yet.

If anything, it had gotten worse.

Legend seemed to get more lethargic and snappish as they traveled across the wilderness of Wild’s Hyrule, keeping to himself even more intensely, and largely ignoring the rest of them. He’d gotten paler too, in just the few days of whatever this was, and Time was only growing more concerned.

It was worrying. Incredibly so.

Time had been keeping a closer eye on Legend ever since he’d realized something was up, and most of the others seemed to catch on that something was wrong as well, but nobody had confronted Legend about it yet. Or if they had, hadn’t succeeded at all in fixing the problem. Twilight had tried to tactfully approach the subject just that morning, and Legend had nearly bitten his head off in response.

Time wasn’t sure what to do, and he wasn’t the only one.

After all, none of them liked to admit something was wrong with themselves— Time himself was certainly guilty of that— but Legend, prickly as he was, was one of the worst. Confronting him head-on about whatever the issue was would only make him more likely to deny anything was wrong at all, as Twilight had already demonstrated earlier.

But someone needed to get through to him, before something snapped.

And later that day, Time finally got a chance.

They’d reached a good spot to stop for the night, Time watching Legend like a hawk the entire trip there. The veteran had nearly tripped on nothing a few times, but had covered it up so quickly nobody could call him out on it.

They had eaten dinner fairly quietly for once, Wild roasting some mushrooms and meat of some kind. Legend kept to himself during the meal, barely picking at his food, and staying out of the conversation. Everyone pretended not to watch, but it was almost laughable how obvious it was that they were all keeping an eye on him, the worry hanging like a cloud over the group.

And Legend seemed to have noticed the increased scrutiny, as later when the heroes were all settling down for the night— cleaning up dinner, getting out bed rolls— Legend stood and told them all he was going to patrol around.

“Really? Are you sure?” Hyrule piped up, and Four frowned from next to him when Legend nodded.

“...By yourself?” the smithy asked.

A very slight edge of concern lay in his voice, and Legend’s shoulders immediately hiked up to his ears.

“What, you think I can’t handle myself?” he shot back in a sharper tone than normal, and Four quickly raised his hands in a peaceful gesture.

“Of course not Vet, I know you can,” he reassured, and Warriors stepped in.

“Exactly. It’s just dark, and we’re in unfamiliar territory, that’s all,” Warriors put in, and Legend turned to glare at him.

“Yet that’s never an issue when Twilight goes off by himself,” Legend snapped. “Shove off Captain. I’m the veteran, remember? I’ll be fine.”

Then before anyone could stop him, he disappeared into the trees.

All of them watched in an uncomfortable silence as Legend stomped away, and Time stopped Twilight when he went to follow him, placing a hand on his arm.

“Best we wait until he’s calmer,” he said, and Twilight exhaled, then sat down. “...And probably best someone who hasn’t made him mad yet go.”

“I think that’s just you at this point,” Sky pointed out, and Time paused, then sighed as he realized Sky was right. Every single one of the rest of the group had been the target of Legend’s ire in the past few days. Time somehow was the only one who had escaped unscathed... which made him the perfect candidate to follow Legend now.

“All right,” he agreed somewhat reluctantly, and settled down to wait.

“Hylia be with you,” Wild muttered as he cleaned his cooking pot. “You’re gonna need her.”

(...)

Half an hour later, as the others either went to bed or tried to busy themselves, Time got up and headed in the direction that Legend had stormed off in.

The moon was large and bright in the sky, and Time almost didn’t need the lantern he’d brought to find Legend’s trail. Though despite the moonlight lighting his path and the assistance of the lantern, it took Time much longer to find the hunched-over figure of Legend then he’d thought it would.

Legend had gone a fair distance from camp, and plunked himself down on a large fallen tree, his head bowed as he stared at the ground. He didn’t react when Time stepped a bit closer, and Time frowned as he watched him for a moment.

Were his shoulders shaking?

Time purposely crunched a few leaves to signal his presence, and Legend’s ear twitched in response. He didn’t do anything else though, and didn’t look at Time when he carefully sat down beside him on the log and set down the lantern.

An owl hooted nearby, and Time listened to it a moment before letting out a quiet sigh.

“They can be an overbearing bunch, can’t they?” he remarked in the silence, the owl going quiet.

Legend flicked an ear, and didn’t respond.

“...They mean well, though,” Time continued when the silence stretched between them. ”They’re not trying to be overwhelming, or even nuisances. They’re... just concerned about you, Vet.”

Legend let out a little huff of air that almost sounded amused.

“Right,” he said flatly. “Well they shouldn’t bother, there’s nothing to be concerned about.”

His hand tightened where it was held around his waist, and Time couldn’t help but notice when it did. Legend’s face seemed paler in the moonlight shining down on it as well, but when he saw Time staring at him, he scowled.

“Go back to camp old man, I’m fine,” he muttered.

Time took a deep breath. Nayru grant me wisdom, here’s where it gets tricky.

“The way you’ve been acting the past few days seems to speak towards a different answer,” he said in a level voice.

“Well whatever it is you think you’ve noticed is all in your imagination,” Legend shot back, clutching his middle even tighter.

Time looked at it again, and paused in what he was about to say as a thought suddenly dawned on him. He couldn’t remember for sure, not everything at least, but if he was right... would Legend really do something so detrimental to his health like that?

“Legend... when was the last time you ate anything?”

Legend’s mouth turned into a thin, hard line.

Ah-ha.

“That’s none of your business.”

“It is if you’re pushing yourself not to for some reason,” Time said, firmness creeping into his tone as he watched the boy. “We have plenty of supplies Legend, why aren’t you eating?”

“I never said I wasn’t,” Legend snapped back, glaring at him. “And even if I am, maybe I’m just not hungry.”

“Not hungry at all?” Time asked with a raised eyebrow, thinking back to the past several days. “Legend, I don’t seem to recall you actually eating anything recently, you can’t just starve yourself.”

“Oh yeah? Well maybe it would be better for everyone if I did!”

Time blinked in surprise, and Legend’s anger seemed to falter a moment, something horribly vulnerable cracking through the prickly mask he’d thrown on. But he quickly tossed it back over himself, despite the tears trying to gather in his eyes, and his expression reverted back to the anger he’d possessed a few moments ago.

“Link,” Time said quietly, and Legend looked away. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Okay? Would you shove off?”

“Legend,” Time said imploringly, and Legend’s ears pinned back against his head.

“Look I’ve handled it alone before, I can handle it now,” Legend suddenly bit out, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s just— nothing!”

“Nothing wouldn’t make you raise your voice like this,” Time pointed out.

“Well it is!” Legend said in a slightly quieter tone, though it still shook in anger.

Something in Time’s chest ached at the rawness in his voice and the tears that had returned to his eyes. Legend’s lip was trembling, but he was firmly biting down on it to stop it from doing so, and he looked like he was close to losing what control he had left.

Time studied him more intently, trailing carefully over skin flushed with anger, over shaking fists and shoulders, at the hand still held close to his middle.

The shakiness, refusing to eat, the paleness of his face...

Time’s eye widened as a new thought crossed his mind, and he exhaled, reaching a careful hand towards Legend.

“Link, you’re sick, aren’t you?” Time asked in a soft voice, and Legend’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “That’s at least part of this, isn’t it?”

Legend slapped away his extended hand.

“Go away,” he bit out, something truly dangerous in his voice, but Time was nearing the eye of the storm and he wasn’t prepared to back out now. “Go back to camp, wander in the woods or whatever, I don’t care. Just leave.”

“Legend,” Time said, shifting closer. “You can’t keep ignoring this. You nearly fell over earlier, how long have you been feeling ill?”

“There’s nothing to ignore,” Legend snarled. “Just— just leave me alone.”

“I can’t do that,” Time said, his voice soft, but firm. “You need help, and I won’t—”

“I don’t!” Legend shouted, his voice hoarse. He tried to get to his feet, but Time quickly caught him by the wrists, stopping him from leaving. “Just— let go!”

Time shook his head, and Legend tried to jerk out of his hold with no success.

The teenager’s wrists were warm in his grasp, and Time could feel them shaking, though he wasn’t sure if it was from anger or the illness Legend was fighting. Either way, he wasn’t making any headway in escaping, even though Time was sure Legend would have normally been halfway across the forest by now.

Legend tried to swing a fist at Time, but he didn’t succeed in the slightest, the older hero still holding him tight.

“What’s wrong, Link?” he asked, and Legend only struggled harder in his grip.

“Let go!”

Time shook his head, and Legend let out a cry of frustration.

His eyes were glassy with tears as he glared, and his breath came in short pants as he tried desperately to free himself. Legend’s facade of being perfectly fine had dropped in his anger and panic, and Time was now wondering how on earth any of them had missed just how bad things had gotten.

“Leave me ALONE old man!” Legend shouted.

But Time kept holding him, equally gentle and firm as he tried to lurch away. He met Legend’s eyes, stormy and swirling with emotion, and gave his hands a soft squeeze.

“Legend, son, please let me help you,” he said softly.

Legend’s face twisted with rage.

“Don’t call me that!” he nearly screamed, and tried one last time to pull Time’s arms out of his grip.

But he was too weak to free himself, the sickness affecting his strength. Legend couldn’t do anything but struggle, his breath coming in quick gasps, wrists trembling in Time’s hold as he tried to free himself with one last burst of desperation.

Then he crumpled forward, a sob wracking his body.

Time’s eye widened, and he caught Legend, immediately running a hand through his bangs. His forehead was hot where Time’s fingers brushed it, and Legend was shaking so hard he felt like he would fall apart, Time soothing him as he sobbed again.

“Legend, easy,” Time whispered, panic trying to burrow into his chest. He’d never seen Legend like this, screaming and crying and showing his emotions in such a blatantly un-Legend way. And he didn’t exactly have experience with soothing sobbing, feverish teenagers, but Legend was acting so strange...

There’s something else at play here then just a virus, Time thought worriedly, Legend letting out an unsightly hiccup.

All of Legend’s strength seemed to have been used up by their argument, and he lay nearly limp against Time’s arm, shivering, with tears still escaping the corners of his eyes.

“What’s wrong, Link?” Time asked again, careful and soft.

This time Legend didn’t try to pull away or scream at him. He merely let out a quiet breath, one that shuddered on the exhale.

“I... I don’t...” Legend croaked, his eyes squeezed shut. “I can’t... again.”

“You can’t what?” Time asked, and Legend swallowed, tears trickling down his cheeks. Time shifted his grip a little so that Legend’s head rested more comfortably on his shoulder, and waited for him to continue.

“...Care,” Legend whispered finally. His hand tightened where it was fisted in Time’s shirt. “Every time I-I care, someone gets... hurt. I get hurt, I... I can’t again, not...”

He let out a shuddering breath, and his eyes squeezed more tightly shut.

“I don’t want you all to care,” he whispered.

Time looked down at the boy in his arms, shivering and feverish and trying so desperately to fight through it himself, and exhaled.

Oh.

Legend curled into himself at the admission, tears still falling down his cheeks, and Time suddenly saw himself, trying to keep a safe distance from everyone who tried to care for him, afraid of anyone slipping past his barriers and finding the scared little boy hiding behind so desperate for love.

Time swallowed.

We’re all horribly similar, are we not?

“...Being known is a terrifying thing,” Time said after several moments of silence drifted past, voice barely a whisper.

Legend shuddered again.

“I used to think it impossible,” Time whispered. “To be known, but not hurt. Drifting along and staying unattached seemed best, safer. Even when I was in desperate need of help, taking care of myself... seemed like it would hurt less. Without Malon, I have no doubts I would still be that way.”

Time sighed, and looked down at Legend, not even sure if the words were getting through his fever.

“Legend... you don’t have to tell us everything. But we are a team. Brothers, in spirit if not by blood. By merit of those things alone... we care for you,” he said simply. “I have no doubt that if any one of us were in the condition you’re currently in, you would be caring for them as fiercely as anything.“

Time shifted, and met Legend’s eyes, puffy and red, and bright with fever and exhaustion.

“Let us do the same for you.”

Legend closed his eyes and let his head fall back against Time’s shoulder, face scrunched slightly with pain. Several long moments went by, and then Legend let out an exhausted exhale, and gave Time the smallest nod he’d ever seen.

“...Sure. Fine,” he muttered, almost so quietly Time didn’t hear him. “...But only because my head is pounding so hard I can’t... think of anything better at the moment.”

“Trying is half the battle,” Time said with a faint smile, and Legend sighed again, heavy and exhausted.

Time pulled Legend up into his arms, and noted with a bit of worry that Legend was rather frail in his hold, still shivering. And normally the veteran would protest up and down about being carried, but Legend was completely silent, only a few leftover sniffles coming from him as Time hooked the lantern he’d brought to his belt so his hands would be free.

It truly was a miracle Legend had lasted this long without collapsing in front of them all— but Time knew the power of stubbornness when it came to this sort of thing. Malon was still mad at him for that time he’d tried to milk the cows when he’d had that broken wrist.

It was still impressive, though.

I wonder how long he’s had a fever, he wondered as Legend shifted in his arms. One this intense wouldn’t just appear... it must have been at least a day or two.

“...Don’t tell the others,” Legend suddenly whispered as Time began to walk back to camp, and Time looked down at him. “About... you know.”

Time nodded. “The only thing they get to know about is you being sick,” he promised, and Legend relaxed a bit further in his arms.

When they got back to camp, everyone stared, but nobody commented on Legend’s tear-streaked face, or the fact that he was shivering and being carried. Twilight made eye contact with Time, looking at Legend in concern, and Time mouthed the word ‘fever’.

Twilight’s face softened with understanding, and he quickly put out Legend’s bedroll so Time could get Legend into it.

Legend didn’t resist, and the others didn’t directly address the fact that he had obviously been hiding the fact that he was sick from them all. They merely went about their business, occasionally drifting by where Legend was lying in his bedroll, offering a few words, or some food, or just quiet company that offered to place a wet cloth on his forehead.

And when Legend finally fell asleep, he looked more relaxed then Time had seen him in weeks.

[drabblesandimagines]

Dove (part five)

Leon Kennedy x female reader - the slowest, slow burn I swear Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four.

You try your best to focus on show on the television – watching them take down a non-load bearing wall with sledgehammers in a somewhat poor technique - but you really wish you had your phone. This would be a perfect time for mindless scrolling through various feeds, rather than thinking of the handsome agent you’d just taken a nap on, apparently. You wonder if anyone’s texted you, tried to call only to be met with an automated voicemail message... unless the DSO have managed to get your phone to power on, teasing a few rings before they’re asked to leave a message.

You have friends to make plans with, of course you do, but the majority are spread country-wide now, have been for years since you finished college, so it’s not going to be strange if you haven’t replied to anyone for over 24 hours… No boyfriend to fret over your whereabouts either, your last relationship too long ago for any hurt feelings to remain.

And it’s definitely for the best that you don’t have any parents who will worry when you don’t check in.

Your mind drifts back to Leon. How long could this thing last? Say when they clear you – you can’t bear to think of the alternative of being accused of a BOW crime, you’d never see the light of day again, your name buried in a file never to be released - how long will it take to work out if your life is or remains in danger, and would he stay with you the entire time? Surely he has his own life to get on with, other responsibilities to the DSO than just a babysitter, probably got a partner at home too, though there was no ring that you saw. Probably wouldn’t wear one as an agent though, gives away too much about a personal life.

Besides, there were so many people in your office, would they really know if one person made it out alive? It’s not like you had seen anything of real value, or knew anything about the assailants, besides that they were murderous creatures… or so you thought. You deal with a lot of cases, is it possible that one of them traced the operation back and sought revenge?

If the painkillers hadn’t been wearing off, aches awakening in various parts of your body, you might’ve started pacing around the room for something else to do. This place could do with a bookshelf, you reason, or maybe people aren’t here long enough to read books? There was a pile of books on your night-stand, all in hopes of being read, which just reminds you that Hunnigan said they were going to send people to search your apartment. What for – a to-do list stuck to the fridge with a magnet with a singular bullet point of ‘betray US Government’?

She said there’d been a data breach too, so did someone let loose those things as a deadly distraction to get what they came for? And surely there was a back-up in a cloud or something. You hadn’t been privy to that side of the operation and if you’d started asking questions at any point, it would’ve looked suspicious.

No, you were just a good little intelligence agent, you clocked in and out on time, dutifully noting down observations, connecting the dots all day long, just wanted to make the world a little safer for everyone, but failed miserably at doing so for the people in your office.

And those things…

Are they what you’ve been working against all this time?

You shudder as you swear you can feel the way the its wet tongue wrapped around your arm, warm saliva against the prickly goosebumps on your skin in a firm grip, its teeth, the lack of eyes, how its body looked almost inside out, muscles and sinew…

You increase the volume on the television, praying the noise cancels out your thoughts and that Leon comes back inside soon.

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Leon finishes his perimeter check once again in an even 25, satisfied there’s been no unwanted guests since his last round and confirming what he’d seen via the camera feeds. It’s coming up to 1700 now - he’ll need to make some sort of dinner for you to take your meds with, so realistically his 2000 self-imposed deadline for submitting his report to Hunnigan is not happening. He can throw them together pretty quickly– experienced agent that he is – but he knows his limits. Doesn’t exactly want to rush this, especially when he hopes it’s going to clear your name. He takes out his phone and types out a text.

Need to revise my report ETA. Midnight do?

He expects Hunnigan’s caller ID to flash up as soon as she’ll have read his text, but there’s nothing. Huh – must be wrapped up in something else. He repeats his whole garage routine, eyeing up the duffel bag he’d dumped on top of the dryer when he’d came out and sighs.

He's been in safe houses before - wasn't lying about that - just not with such pleasant company, nor anyone who really deserved it so far. His track run has always been Umbrella scientists who have suddenly developed a conscience, pleading for protection and a lenient jail sentence in return for information on the corporation, or other people involved in the production of BOWs. He's certainly not made the likes of them oatmeal in the morning, drizzled a smiley face in honey – what was he thinking, again? - lunch and dinner, washed and dried dishes, helped them changed, tucked them up in bed. Hell, one guy he’d made sleep on the floor cos he was such a jerk. They’d been sent to a studio apartment of all things and Leon had happily set himself up in the bed, dumping his duffel bag of weapons across the bedspread and sat there cleaning them all methodically, checking cartridges and glaring at the man he deemed a worthless piece of shit who was sat on the two-seater sofa, sweating buckets.

He picks up the duffel bag and moves to unlock the door. Once he's submitted the report and Hunnigan's searched your place, then he'll be able to drop a couple of the rules and…

And what, Kennedy? He scolds himself. Wishes he’d crossed paths with you at DSO HQ before on a day he was feeling confident enough to shoot his shot with a drinks and dinner invitation. Hunnigan’s right from this morning – he’s grown sweet on you particularly fast, but that’s something he’s managed to retain from his younger years, too easily a lovesick puppy for any woman who will entertain it, even after everything with Ada. But it’s a little different with you, just the way he recognizes that look in your eyes, the very one of guilt, disbelief and horror that he had when he looked in the mirror after getting out of Raccoon City and every mission since. 

He finally heads back inside, locking the door back up securely again. You don’t look to have moved from your position on the sofa, still looking at the television but the volume’s increased - he’s sure if he were to ask about what was happening you wouldn’t have a clue. It’s only the day after, you’ll still be trying to process everything, all whilst being locked up in a safe house with a near enough stranger and away from all your home comforts.

He places down the duffel bag carefully in its usual position before slowing walking over, making sure his steps are a little heavier than usual, aware that you might be too wrapped up in your own thoughts to have heard him re-enter and he really doesn’t wanna make you jump, very aware of how on edge you’re still going to be.

Once he’s sure he’s in your peripheral vision, he waves – smooth, Kennedy – know he’s got a goofy-looking smile on his face as he drops his arm back to his side. “Er… I’m back.”

“Hi,” you can’t help but smile back at his awkward little half-wave. “Everything okay out there?”

“Yeah – all clear, as expected. You hungry? Thought I could whip up some dinner to go alongside your next dose of painkillers.”

“I think I could manage something.” Your appetite is still shy – managed half a sandwich at lunch and that was sitting a little heavy in your stomach, but you know that Leon’s not going to let you take medication again without some sort of food.

“Okay, lemme see what we’ve got.” He claps his hands together, heading back towards the kitchen. You wince a little as you turn in place to watch him rummage through the cupboards, trying to assemble a meal from what the DSO had packed up. About a moment or two later, he pops his head up above the counter. “How about pasta? I think I can put together a somewhat decent tomato sauce for it.”

“Pasta sounds good.” You get to your feet as he ducks his head back down, continues his rummage in the cupboards before placing various items out as he works it all out in his head. “I know I’m one-handed, but… can I do anything?”

He stands up then with a bag of pasta in hand, ready to protest when he takes another good look at you, standing awkwardly at the edge of the kitchen area, sees the tinge of frustration across your face about everything clear as day, obviously sick of the television for now and he can’t blame you - there’s nothing else to do here but sleep, eat and watch that.

“Yeah, actually,” he sweeps his hair out of his face and places down the pasta on the counter. “I think I can find something.”

20 minutes later, you’re stood at the hob, stirring Leon’s off-the-cuff tomato sauce – a can of chopped tomatoes, some peppers and herbs - to stop it from sticking to the bottom of the pot as the pasta bubbles away in another, all whilst he grates some cheese on the counter behind you. It’s the easiest job by far, you’re having to stir it oh so gently, lacking the other hand to hold the pot handle steady and you know it would probably be fine left alone to simmer, but it’s nice to feel like you’re contributing a little at last.

“How we doing over here?” Leon stands behind you, looks over your shoulder at his culinary creations.

“Okay, I think. It smells good.”

“Ah, trying to flatter the chef.” His watch beeps – a timer he’d set for the pasta. “Excuse me.”

You think he’s going to step forward to turn off the hob so you step back at the same time that he places a hand on your waist, thinking you were about to move off to the side. You bump into his chest – a reminder of how solid it had been when you’d taken that involuntarily nap on him earlier and Leon swallows down a nervous chuckle as your backside nestles for a moment against his crotch.

“Sorry, Dove, I-“

“Oh, sorry-“

The two of you apologise over each other, awkwardly, and you finally step to the side, Leon dropping his hand to swiftly turn the heat off the hob for both of the pots. “I… I think I’m good here – do you want to handle drinks?”

“Yeah, sure.” You duck your head down, swearing your face is now as red as the pasta sauce, and retrieve the glasses from the coffee table from earlier, refilling them with water from the kitchen tap and returning them back one by one, as Leon sets about draining the pasta and then combining the two.

You don’t sit yet and hang back, watching him dish up between two bowls before he slides on towards the end of the counter, followed by the plate of grated cheese. “Wanna do your own cheese too?”

“Yeah - thanks.” You walk forward and grab some of the cheese to sprinkle over the pasta. It feels nice to have some autonomy again, to be contributing in any sort of way and you think maybe, just maybe, you could get used to this awkwardness of the situation, even if it’s just through dinner…

Leon crouches down to open a cupboard and you hear him fiddle with the metal lockbox being unlocked as he retrieves your medication.

..maybe not.

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32. [Katherine/Nightlight] Kathrine and Nightlight (either as cutesy teenagers in love or as friends).

Art by ikathz

34. [Kozmotis/Lady Pitchiner] Lord and Lady Pitchiner, being absolute loveable dorks.

Art by calmboyl

Art by nimohtar

35. [North/Bunny] Post Christmas, having to deal with the fallout of the busiest day of the year.

Fic by stormingfrost

36. [North/Bunny] The rivalry between two holidays becomes something more.

Art by yourmajestybee

39. [North/Pitch] Interacting or just enjoying some time together (First Date, Slice of Life).

Art by ksclaw

41. [No ship] Bonding between the guardians, or the guardians and the kids. Pitch (maybe not redeemed, but not evil) can join in on the bonding, if you're up to it. Notps: anything between the kids and the guardians, or jack/north. I prefer no ships, but something in the background would be alright.

Fic by sylphidine

47. [No ship] Reverse AU - Guardians as villains, Pitch as a hero (feel free to add book characters).

Fic by blackbeeno3569

49. [No ship or Jack/Pitch] Pitch in his monster form. Go wild!

Art by blackbeeno3569

51. [Pitch/Pitchiner] Nightmare Dork Univeristy verse (masquerade, dancing, fear outing).

Fic by sylphidine

60. Black☆Rock Shooter-themed Katherine.

Art by goldenslumbersketchbook

65. Guardians inspired dessert. What would a dessert modeled after one of the guardians be like? (It doesn’t have to be real world food either, it can be something fantasy. Have fun!)

Art by winterswrathe

71. Jack and North camping together.

Fic by feanicks

74. Jack Frost and Nightlight fighting each other.

Art by ksclaw

75. Jack - ice skating.

Fic by askmyname

77. Jack understands what Pitch's center is. Fear can help save you or give a reason to save yourself.

Fic by blackbeeno3569

78. Jack waking up from a nightmare. Bonus points if he is being comforted by one (or several) of the Guardians.

Fic by lbigreyhound13

79. Jack with aro ace flag or aro ace theming in any way!

Art by fangirl530

81. Katherine in cute or cool 80s fashion.

Art by ikathz

Art by missguided-ghst

82. Katherine sitting on a suitcase reading a book while sipping on some tea.

Art by ksclaw

83. Muppets AU! Your choice of which guardian gets muppetized.

Art by yourmajestybee

86. North and Jack being found family father and son core.

Fic by lbigreyhound13

90. Pitch has a pond room in his lair where he keeps a flock of ducks. The Nightmares are very fond of them.

Art by blackbeeno3569

97. Seraphina failing her boat lessons.

Art by goldenslumbersketchbook

101. The Guardians baking cookies together.

Art by blackbeeno3569

107. Touch-starved!Jack getting used to physical affection from the other Guardians.

Art by nimohtar

108. Twiner getting a day off.

Art by calmboyl

111. Your own or your favourite RotG OC on Christmas.

Fic by sarsfe

Y'all made a total of 51 gifts this year! That's amazing!

Thanks again to everyone that participated and don't forget to thank the person that made your gift! :D

WE'LL SEE YOU NEXT TIME! ❄️❄️

[whencyclopedia]

Battle of Lundy's Lane

The Battle of Lundy's Lane (25 July 1814) was one of the bloodiest battles of the War of 1812. Fought near the location of present-day Niagara Falls, it saw a US army under Jacob Brown clash with a British force under Gordon Drummond. Although the battle was inconclusive, it rendered the Americans incapable of continuing their invasion of Canada.

Battle of Lundy's Lane

Alonzo Chappel (Public Domain)

Background: The Americans Invade Niagara

On 3 July 1814, the United States launched its final largescale invasion of British Canada. Led by Major General Jacob Brown, an army of 3,600 US soldiers, state militiamen, and Seneca warriors crossed the Niagara River to assault Fort Erie, a British stronghold located on the Niagara Peninsula. The British garrison, outnumbered and taken by surprise, quickly surrendered, giving the Americans control of the fort. The next day, one of Brown's subordinates, Brigadier General Winfield Scott, led his brigade north in an attempt to push back the forward elements of the Right Division of the British Army, which had been left to defend the peninsula. The British had a little less than 2,000 men – 1,350 regulars, 350 Native American warriors, and 200 Canadian militiamen – but their commander, Major General Phineas Riall, believed that his men would make up in training and discipline what they lacked in numbers. Therefore, instead of pulling back in the face of Scott's advance, Riall dug in at Chippawa Creek, guarding the one bridge over the creek.

On 5 July, the Americans and British clashed at the Battle of Chippawa. Initially, the fortunes of battle swung in favor of the British. Advancing through the woods, the scarlet-coated regulars managed to scatter the American pickets and push back the undisciplined state militiamen without much of an issue. But then, they came face to face with General Scott's brigade of gray-clad US regulars. For the past several months, Scott had been tirelessly drilling his troops at their camp outside Buffalo, New York; these drills would last anywhere between seven and ten hours a day, with inspections and parade marches taking place weekly. As a result, Scott's soldiers were much more disciplined than the half-trained US troops the British had been used to fighting in earlier battles. The British officers watched with bewilderment as Scott's men loaded their muskets and fired in unison, unwavering under fire. Upon realizing that these were regulars, Riall marched his own best troops out to face them. For 20 minutes, the American and British regulars stood their ground, exchanging deadly volleys, until at last the redcoats broke and fled.

A few days after the battle, Riall withdrew north along the Niagara River, eventually making his way to Fort George on Lake Ontario. This frustrated Brown, who lacked the manpower and heavy artillery necessary to take the fort. Instead of pursuing, Brown moved his army to Queenston, a settlement seven miles (11 km) south of Fort George and the site of the first attempted American invasion of Niagara two years earlier. Here, Brown decided to wait for assistance from Commodore Isaac Chauncey, who commanded the US fleet on Lake Ontario; his hope was that Chauncey could ferry supplies and reinforcements to the army at Queenston, and perhaps even aid in the eventual attack on Fort George. But Chauncey, prickly as he was, had no intention to play second fiddle. In the commodore's view, the US ships on Lake Ontario had become subservient to the needs of the army and were being used only as glorified transport vessels, which he felt injured the honor of the navy. This was mostly a problem of Chauncey's own making; he could sail out and challenge the British ships on the lake to a battle anytime he wanted but preferred instead to procrastinate in Sackets Harbor, wasting more time and money building unnecessary ships.

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[eowynstwin]

Do you have any recommendations for longer cod fics with plot?

Yeah, plenty!

A few from @391780 (and their ao3) (if you decide to explore their other fics PLEASE read the tags first, early writes some very dark work that may not suit you):

The Arrangement

The ad reads "Looking for a woman (25-45) to enter a discreet and unusual arrangement, with monetary compensation. Must fill out application and send photo.", and for some reason that you can't even fathom yourself, you apply. AKA John Price, who knows better than anyone what a liability having a spouse or partner is, decides that the only way he's going to find a beautiful soft woman to put up with his absurd schedule and dangerous job is to simply hire them.

the space in between

a shortcut through a construction site at night leads you to a run-in with john price, leader of the local crime family. (or, mafia Price romance with a desk jockey who didn't sign up to be a crime boss' obsession or sole confidant)

Into Your Veins

Ghost is a vampire during a zombie apocalypse, sent on a mission from Price to recruit you to join the little gated community of survivors that he's rounding up. You're a survivor who just wants to be left in peace to tend your garden and occasionally clear out your moat and booby traps of the undead. Neither of you gets what you'd planned on.

Then we have milk0 on ao3

Incompetent People

You share a group chat with your team and you sometimes wish you didn’t. (or, a very fun fic that started as a group chat piece and has evolved into a poly 141 romance. Otherwise known as my favorite fucking trope ever. The reader character has such a fun voice, I adore this fic.)

Next of course is @ceilidho (emphemeron on ao3) (same deal as with early—read their tags if you explore more of their fic, they also write darker work)

take me home, country road

You have nothing on your person apart from a hastily packed suitcase and the dress you came into town wearing, on the run from trouble back home. Too bad John's missing a bride that matches your description. Or: the 1800s (mistaken) mail order bride au

Following up with @alittleposhtoad (smoggyfogbottom on ao3)

"it's gonna get me by the end of the night"

A year after the attack on the Urzikstan embassy, Stacy Davidson struggles to move on. Whumptober Prompt: No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.” Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?” Note: I picked Gaz x OC because this ship doesn't exist on ao3, and I wasn't sure how to classify it for searching purposes. Stacy has a minor role in the game!

oh bury me not on the lone prairie

You are a doctor on the frontier, recently widowed and left to fend for yourself. You cope by keeping a strict routine, one that is threatened by the arrival of four strangers one hazy summer night. (141 western AU)

a handsome stranger on a cold autumn day

You work at a small-town library doing the same thing day in and day out, until a handsome captain approaches your desk.

rounding out this list is @lunarvicar who is on hiatus but still fully worth reading. (you can find them here on ao3)

exit row

ghost is that hot guy at the airport you wish you could talk to. good thing your seats are next to each other on the plane and you can fantasize alllll you want. (or, you hook up with Ghost in an airport and meet, months later, after you join the 141. he is not happy about it. or is he?)

to the flame

Moth has barely escaped her first captors, but tumbles headfirst into the care of the 141. She has to decide whether to trust them and their prickly leader, Captain Price - who also happens to be the sexiest motherfucker she's ever met.

a stranger at the table

tudor era AU. John Price is an old friend of your new husband's, come to help on the farm for a season. Your vows are tested in ways you could never have imagined.

All of these I've listed are multichapter fics, but every single author's one-shots are just as good. I highly recommend reading those too!

Now I'm just going to list a few writers who you really should just take the time to go through their masterlists, because you can't go wrong with anything they write.

@yeyinde

@peachesofteal

@moondirti

@charliemwrites (dark fiction, be aware)

@ohbo-ohno (also dark fiction)

honorary mention of @guyfieriii who has removed most of her cod fiction from tumblr due to a frankly disgusting amount of harassment, but I'm sure if you ask her very very nicely she'll send you where you need to go. (seriously. be nice. or you'll see me in your bedroom holding a knife at midnight)

P.S. if you're reading this, and i've expressed love for your work in the past, but you are not on this list, it is NOT intentional exclusion. It is my absolutely horrible memory. I love you and please link your own work if you'd like!

[impala-dreamer]

Yes, it’s that time again. As an oversized turkey thaws in your fridge and Mariah Carey starts doing her vocal warm ups, it’s time to think about gifting something special to those you love.

Why not give the fanfic lover in your life a custom written fanfiction designed and starring Them?!

Imagine the joy on your bestie’s face as they read about riding in the Impala with Dean and singing along to their favorite song! The magical feeling they’ll get when Bucky rescues them and his prickly exterior softens at their touch… Or hell- get one for yourself and read the story you’ve always dreamed about but couldn’t find ;)

So many possibilities and stories to tell!

Read on for more info and please, reblog to spread the word. 💖

How does it work?

You send me a message and we discuss what type of story you’d like. If I think I can do it properly for you- it’s a go!

You provide details about the character (you, someone else, multiples). Stories can be OFC, Actual People, or Reader Insert.

You leave me alone for a few days and when I return, you’ll get a PDF file of your fic (including custom art) emailed right to you ready for gifting! (gift wrap not included)

What fandoms are you writing for lately?

Any fandom can be negotiated provided I am familiar with it and feel like I would do the details justice. Ex: I’ve watched football, but I’m not gonna write a great football story bc I just don’t get it. ;)

Fandoms I am currently comfy with:

Supernatural, Supernatural RPF (Mostly all ships!)

The Boys, The Boys RPF

The Walking Dead, TWD RPF

Marvel (Cap, Bucky, Thor, Wanda, Sam), Marvel RPF (Evans & Stan)

Criminal Minds

The Hunger Games

The Magicians (Ships too!)

Random RPF Actors/Singers

What Kind of Story Can You Do?

Anything. No, wait. I’m afraid you don’t believe me. I mean… ANY T H I N G. You want hardcore smut that borders on problematic? I’m in. You want the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed and would make Hallmark movies cringe? I got you. Angst? Dark stuff? General? Literally Anything you want. I only have one or two things I’m not comfortable with but that can all be discussed in private, and honestly, after almost 10 years doing this, no one’s ever come close to asking for them so you’re 1000% good to ask for whatever.

What’s the bottom line here?

Well, your story, which will be anywhere from 1,000 - 20,000 words depending on how wordy I get, will be a flat rate of $25. This includes my full attention to your story from start to finish, accompanying art, specific detail inclusion, and an emailed PDF file that you can print out or delete, or whatever you want. It’s yours.

I do not write for word counts, only the story. If your complete story can be told in 1k words, that’s great. If it takes another 40,000 and we end up with a novel, that’s great for you and I won’t charge you any more for it! I’m more worried about giving you the best story I can than worrying about word counts.

Commissions are open now until Christmas Eve Eve (Dec 23, 2023).

I will only take FIVE commissions at any time, so best to get to me first. First come, first serve, then I go down the line.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I’m not scary.

You can also check out my Tumblr Masterlist for examples of my work incase you’re unsure. And… just a reminder, Patrons get a discount!

Much love and wishes for an awesome end of the year,

Beka <3

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[minijenn]

Universe Falls Future Chapter Titles

I'm on a roll with planning today so have the never before seen UFF chapter title list!

Chapter 1: Happily Ever After

Chapter 2: Other Friends

Chapter 3: Your New Best Friend

Chapter 4: Who We Are

Chapter 5: No Matter What

Chapter 6: Independent Together

Chapter 7: Drift Away

Chapter 8: True Kinda Love

Chapter 9: Change

Chapter 10: Found

Chapter 11: Reset

Chapter 12: Reboot

Chapter 13: Little Homeschool

Chapter 14: Crushed

Chapter 15: Interdimensional Pen Pals

Chapter 16: Guidance

Chapter 17: Sunshine Gem

Chapter 18: Rose Buds

Chapter 19: Fashion Maven

Chapter 20: Pines Productions

Chapter 21: Volleyball

Chapter 22: Stepping Stone

Chapter 23: Bluebird

Chapter 24: Redemption Squad

Chapter 25: Snow Day

Chapter 26: Trifusion Traditions

Chapter 27: Why So Blue

Chapter 28: Little Graduation

Chapter 29: Artistically Challenged

Chapter 30: Prickly Pair

Chapter 31: Equilateral

Chapter 32: Bismuth Casual

Chapter 33: Upheaval

Chapter 34: Never Alone

Chapter 35: Never Forever

Chapter 36: Never Together

Chapter 37: Growing Pains

Chapter 38: Mr. Universe

Chapter 39: The Stan With a Plan

Chapter 40: Night Shift

Chapter 41: Fragments

Chapter 42: Homeworld Bound

Chapter 43: Everything's Fine

Chapter 44: I Am My Monster

Epilogue: The Future

[reachwitch]

Roar of a Wolfborn completed 46/46

After losing her family, Sifkni finds herself almost executed. After fleeing, she travels to Whiterun where she encounters the Companions. She knows their secret, as she is also a werewolf.

Despite feeling that someone else is better suited for the role, she is soon thrust into the position of Dragonborn. She must learn to believe in her skills and heal from her past to fulfill her destiny.

Farkas x LDB {F Werewolf Nord} | Skjor x OC {M Skaal}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | EPILOGUE |

Hunt of the Blood Moons

After defeating Alduin, Last Dragonborn Sifkni is called to Falkreath for a werewolf problem. She helps solve the mystery, only to have a Great Hunt called on her by Hircine. Farkas x LDB {F Werewolf Nord}

Chapter PROLOGUE | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | WIP

Sivaas

After her pack is killed, Estinan wanders around Skyrim. With no home to call her own, she makes do with hunting or selling her sword arm. She ends up in Riften on a fateful day. With her pockets emptied by a handsome thief, she tracks him through the sewers and begins her strange quest with the Thieves Guild.

Brynjolf x OC {F Werewolf Bosmer}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | WIP

Fury of a Tundra Wolf

Former Harbinger of the Companions, Thea Icehammer, joins the Stormcloak army. She fights alongside the army to bring Ulfric his victory and to free Skyrim from Thalmor and Empire's clutches.

Galmar x OC {F Werewolf Nord}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | WIP

Mother of Hunters Completed

Adelina, a devout Hircine follower and werewolf, is called to one of the Lord Huntsman’s Great Hunts. But as the Hare.

She must survive three days with his Hunters and three nights with him personally hunting her. Adelina must survive. If only to prove she is NOT a Hare. She will not ever be a HARE.

Hircine x OC {F Werewolf Nede/Nord}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | Epilogue | Lore Book

Vestige Liselle encounters another Problematic Prince ft. Dragons (and Mudcrabs)

Liselle’s encounters of Tamriel and Oblivion are detailed in mostly journals. ESO Main Questline, a couple Daggerfall Covenant Quests, Clockwork City, Original Plot: Coldfire Codex, Elsweyr, Mages’ Guild, Blackwood | Future Goals: High Isle and Necrom

Abnur Tharn x Vestige {F Breton}

Just a Ruin (and Mudcrab) Advocate | 158 Chapters | Journal Coldfire Codex Chap 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Rage of Dragons and the Vestige | 65 Chapters | Journal Mages’ Guild Fiasco: Journal of Vestige Liselle |  24 Chapters | Journal In Which Liselle’s Fist Lands upon Another’s Cheek | WIP | Journal

Blessings of the Moons

Finnki is the Thane of Whiterun. She takes frequent bounties to keep her life and mind busy. She comes across the scene of an ambush. There’s only one survivor. J'Med. He’s a Khajiit from far-off lands, traveling to Skyrim to shake off his past. Finnki helps J'Med with recovery and fitting into Skyrim. J'Med teaches Finnki about moving on and leaving one’s past.

OC {F Nord/Bosmer} x OC {M Khajiit}

Chapter 1 | 2 | WIP

Shadow of the Druadach

Tiernan is the Last Dragonborn. He is also a Reachman. He is a prickly man on his quest to save his world, despite the distrust and prejudice he faces on the daily. While he is looking for an Elder Scroll for Paarthurnax, he meets Rozelia Greensly. A master Mage at the College of Winterhold. She is very interested in the Reach and Reach magic. She joins Tiernan on his adventure, to his dismay. Perhaps the buds of friendship will bloom during their trip to find the Elder Scroll.

Last Dragonborn {M Reachfolk} x OC {F Breton}

Chapter 1 | WIP

[sweet-s0rr0w]

day 29 of @hprecfest - a fic rated E

On One's Knees by pir8fancier - E, 34k, 2008

Summary: The war is over and to the victors go the spoils.

Excerpt: "Why are you doing this, Potter?

Standing there with his shoulders slumped forward and his eyes opaque with exhaustion, he looked both very vulnerable and very old.

"General all-purpose saviour complex also applies to former hated classmates cum Death Eaters, apparently. It would make my life a hell of a lot easier if I could just ignore you and let you shift for yourself, but I can't. It's what I do, Malfoy. I need to look myself in the mirror every day. Given the tests I've done, I can't imagine the sort of pain you go through just to walk to the loo, never mind working like you do. You don't have any cartilage left in your goddamned knees. You hear me?"

He had shouted that last part, as if he was trying to convince me. He clenched his eyes shut and when he opened them, he'd regained some semblance of control. "Ron thinks you deserve it. I'm not sure how I feel, but I do know that I'm too bone weary to get any enjoyment out of your suffering, and you're too desperate to turn down my help. I think that says it all in a nutshell."

I reached for his outstretched hand.

Written not long after the series' end, and set a few years post-war, this fic is a beautifully packaged punch to the gut. Down-and-out Draco has to hit just right for it to work for me, and boy does the author manage it here. Draco's the night cleaner at the Prophet's offices, and Harry's the Healer who's sent to patch him up when he takes a fall at work, but who realises that Draco's body (and his life) are in altogether a pretty poor shape. Harry takes him in (while his wife Ginny's away) and learns about his life. Draco's prickly and cross with the world, but the two of them grow slowly closer, all the while knowing that things between them necessarily have an end date. It's painful, but really really beautiful, and thank goodness the author gave them an added extra happy ending because I think without that my heart wouldn't have recovered!

If you read it, and especially if you love it, please do let me know! And as always, please do take the time to leave the author a kudos/comment <3

day 1 - first fic you remember reading

day 2 - a fic rated G

day 3 - a fic not on ao3

day 4 - a comfort fic

day 5 - a romantic fic

day 6 - a fic for a ship you don’t normally read

day 7 - the best of your OTP

day 8 - a fic that was recced to you

day 9 - a WIP

day 10 - a fest/event fic

day 11 - an underrated fic

day 12 - a fic from your favourite author

day 13 - a rare pair

day 14 - a fic rated T

day 15 - a fic over 50k

day 16 - a podfic

day 17 - a fic that makes you cry

day 18 - a fic that makes you laugh

day 19 - fanart

day 20 - a fic with fanart

day 21 - a fic rated M

day 22 - a series

day 23 - a crossover or AU fic

day 24 - holiday (vacation)

day 25 - holiday (national holiday)

day 26 i bloody missed by accident and will come back to :'(

day 27 - a smokin' hot fic

day 28 - a fic over 100k

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 25 - Edgeplay

Summary: You trust him no matter what, even when he pushes your body to its limits. 

Pairing: Cody x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, edgeplay, BDSM, RACK, pain play, bondage, electroshock, teasing, sex toys, unprotected sex, implied discussion and consent beforehand, established relationship, aftercare

Summary: Please heed the warnings on this one and do your research if you’re unsure because it’s a heavy fic that involves a lot of boundary pushing. Also going to add a disclaimer to this one, if you want to try something like this, please do your research beforehand and consult your doctor if you’re unsure. This can be very unsafe if done incorrectly and can be very dangerous for people with certain medical conditions. So please do your research and make sure you’re practicing it safely if you do try. 

Also, I didn’t wind up keeping the discussion part in the fic, but I just wanted everyone to know that their safeword is “sunshine.”

MASTERLIST

You stare up at him as he tugs at the restraints around your wrists one last time. You’re spread out on the bed, wrists and ankles secured so you can’t pull away. The restraints are tight, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you you’re not going anywhere. 

He turns the vibrator stuffed into your pussy up a notch, a quiet moan leaving your lips. You clamp around it, already wet from his teasing touches earlier, and the thought of what’s to come. He steps away from the bed, moving to where the rest of his tools are laid out. He takes his time looking them over, the anticipation building as excited nerves twist in your stomach. 

You watch his back, muscles flexing as he reaches out and wraps his hand around one of the tools. He lifts it high enough for you to see as he looks it over, your pussy clenching in anticipation. Your body jerks subconsciously as he turns it on, the electric crackle loud in the silence of the room. 

Your chest is heaving as he moves over to your side, that hard look in his eyes he gets when he’s focused. Your body tenses as he lowers the wand to your skin, trailing it down your sternum. Your stomach clenches in anticipation as he draws a shape on your skin, teasing you. Your heart is thudding in your chest, waiting for the inevitable jolt of electricity through you. 

It’s sudden and sharp, startling you despite the fact you knew it was coming. Your body jolts as the prickly sensation travels across your skin where he shocked you. Your pussy clenches, the low setting making it hardly more than a tickle, but the surprise makes it so much more intense. 

You yelp as he shocks you again, this time lower on your stomach. Your pussy clenches again, the electricity going straight to your clit. He drags the wand lower, pressing it right at the top of your slit. You’re expecting it, but the shock still makes you yelp, your whole body writhing from the sensation. You’re panting now, breathy moans being pulled from your lips as he circles your clit with the tip of the wand. 

You let out a strangled moan as he shocks your clit, the sensation almost driving you over the edge. It stings, but the pain blends with the pleasure coursing through your body. He watches your face, waits for any sign that you might safeword or for any sign it might be too much but you’re nowhere near that point yet. He shocks you again, your body jerking as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. Your eyes roll back, your thighs trying to close but they’re held still by the restraints. Cody ramps the vibrator up in intensity again, your body writhing on the bed as white hot pleasure sears through you. 

He watches you lose yourself in the pleasure, taking in the sight of you writing under his ministrations. Normally he’d punish you for cumming without permission, but he’ll excuse you this once. You always lose control of yourself whenever he tortures your body like this. 

He turns up the intensity on the wand, shocking your stomach again. You let out a cry as the sharp sting of electricity burns through you. The pain is threatening to overtake the pleasure rushing through you. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. His hand smooths over your stomach as he circles the tip of the wand teasingly around your nipple. You hold your breath in anticipation for the shock that might come. 

It doesn’t come, instead he drags the tip of the wand back down to your slit as he moves to stand between your legs. Your thighs clench in anticipation, body jerking as he shocks your hip. He drags the wand back to your slit, dragging it over your clit before shocking it again. You let out a moan, toes curling as the pleasure and pain burns through you. 

He turns the vibrator up again, continuing to switch between circling your clit and shocking it. You breathe out curses between cries of pain and pleasure, your pussy seeping with arousal as you get closer and closer to your second orgasm.

"You want to cum?" He asks, pressing the wand hard against your clit. 

"Yes!" You cry, legs trembling and hips jerking from the intense pleasure "Please!" 

He shocks your clit again, holding it there for a second before pulling back. Your vision nearly blacks out as you cum again, your body arching off the bed as it writhes in pleasure. 

Cody's placed the wand back in its place when you become aware again, and he's kneeling between your legs, pulling the vibrator from your spasming pussy. You whimper at the feeling, his fingers trailing through your soaked folds. He's ditched his pants, hand jerking his hard cock as his fingers brush your sensitive clit. 

"Such a good girl for me." He says, shifting his body over yours. He drags his cock through your folds, your body jerking in response.

You whimper as he sinks into you, your pussy still sensitive and tingling from the electric shock and your two orgasms. "Wanna be good for you, sir." You mumble, his body flattening against yours as he seats himself inside you. 

"You're always good for me." He praises you, kissing your jaw before slowly rocking his hips into you.

You tug at the restraints, body sore and sensitive from the electric shocks. The pain and pleasure continue to mix as he rolls his hips into yours, staring down at your face as he fucks you. 

You hold his gaze, unable to do anything but let him fuck you. You love being at his mercy, you love letting him do what he wants to you because you trust him to always take care of you. 

"Gonna cum for me?" He grunts, feeling the way you spasm around him. 

"Please, sir." You beg, hips jerking against his as you get closer and closer. "Please can I cum."

"You think you deserve it?" He asks, not slowing his thrusts any. 

“Yes!” You cry out, writhing beneath him. “Please, I’ve been so good.” 

“You have been good.” He says, smoothing a hand over your face. “You can cum.” 

“Thank you sir!” You cry out, letting yourself go. 

You cum with a cry, spasming around him. He groans, burying his face in your neck as he fucks you through your orgasm, chasing his own high. It’s starting to hurt, the overstimulation burning as he finally cums, his thrusts losing their rhythm as his hips jerk against yours. He fills your pussy, groaning into your neck. 

He doesn’t move his body, keeping it pressed to yours as he reaches up, undoing the restraints around your wrists. You’re still trembling from your orgasms, your arms wrapping around him as soon as they’re free. He presses gentle kisses to your neck, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you tightly against him. 

“Good job.” He says, pressing kisses up your jaw to your face, covering it in kisses. “You’re such a good girl.” 

You mewl under his praise, pressing yourself as close to him as you can get. You love it when he praises you, when he calls you his good girl. That’s what you want to be, after all. You always want to be his good girl. 

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[andxnte]

hi everyone and happy midas opening day!! im super excited to be here and get involved so... let me introduce myself and the boy and hopefully get some connections going asap!!

anyway i'm mars (they/them, 25+, discord available upon request but im usually better in tumblr ims tbh) and this is chu dantae! though Officially it's romanized as "dante" for his celebrity work these days... i won't bore u with the fine details here since they're on his profile and history pages but i will kinda describe where he's at right now and include a few plot and connection ideas below!

ok about dante.....

this is unfortunate but he's actually incredibly asocial, depressed, burned out, and hates everyone and everything at all times. which might make him difficult to plot with but bear with me because i SWEAR there are ideas below to get started with...

tl;dr is that he's been doing this idol thing in some capacity for nearly 15 years and he's suffering from burnout and resents his image and his family who are constantly asking him for money yet he's been doing this since he was a kid so he has no other marketable skills and no idea what else he'd even want to do so. here he is. he's a muse really designed to dive into the nasty side of the industry and the psychological effect fame can have especially on someone young without a good support system!

very close friends only can call him dani behind the scenes. he'll probably change his name once he actually retires.

obviously he has his vices... and can be a little reckless behind the scenes, like he wants to ruin his own image and force his own retirement, but he doesn't want to actually plan it and cause it intentionally, so he's kinda playing mind games with himself and might sleep around, smokes, doesn't know moderation with drinking, goes to clubs (and then immediately goes home bc he's exhausted as it is and that only makes it worse), etc.

enough about him tbh let's get to the plot/connection ideas... it's a little tough since he's so asocial but let's see what we can do anyway!!

ok first of all there's a bunch of possible features up for grabs on his career page if anyone is interested in any of these! force dante to interact with his coworkers challenge. maybe your muse takes his asocial behavior as him being a diva, maybe they're sympathetic to his exhaustion, maybe they saw a little passion still left in him when he's actually doing music. lots open to discussion here!

also on his career page is mentioned that he was in a small company and unsuccessful boy band. i already looped @goldyashes into being another member of the group but it's absolutely open to more members... they just have to be older than dante. alternatively, the company could have had other trainees that overlapped paths w dante back then, maybe a girl group that was also ultimately unsuccessful?? i left things intentionally vague so we can plot around it!

exes, fwbs, hookups, flings, etc.... i feel like dante has/had a messy love life... admittedly he has a bad view of women because of fans so inevitably that's going to potentially shape relationships, possibly gravitates more towards men (he would like to be clear that despite appearances and his public image he is Not a sub bottom. just for the record)

he needs friends... people who put up with his prickliness because they know there's a good heart under there... he's actually so tsundere actually he'll say i hate u leave me alone but then he'll have your favorite drink in his fridge every time u come to see him...

he's great for making enemies/rivals too btw he's not afraid to be mean or to be the bully in someone else's life (if he feels justified in what he's doing/saying ofc... he's not evil for evil's sake)

uhhhh this is all i have for now but i'll add more as i think of things!! but please feel free to like the post or message me and let's plot!!!!!!

[arakhnesreiyr]

Enter the Black ~ Part One

The sky in Fellinor was the brightest shade of blue I had ever seen. The water was like a shiny turquoise - to the point where when I looked overboard to peer into the water, I could see my own reflection, even so high up on the deck. The air had a salty, almost magical touch to it.

Our ship docked, and the men onboard hooted and hollered, clamoring to get off and explore. Fellinor had become a den of thieves, so to speak - a place for people to hide, to become forgotten.

To become invisible.

Laws didn't exist here. The pirates had laid down some general rules, but Fellinor was out of jurisdiction for all known governments. It was, completely and utterly, a purgatory. An in-between.

In-between what, I wonder, I thought as I hung back from the exit. Was I ready to take this plunge? Nothing was waiting for me back in Eorzea, that's for sure.

Even less, Hingashi.

My heart throbbed a little at the thought of my old home. My master had betrayed me, my fellow students not believing the corruption at hand. I felt unseen, unheard, and unvalued.

Fellinor would only escalate those feelings, but at least no one knew me there.

"Where ya heading, lass?" a dockmaster asked me as I disembarked and stood on solid ground for the first time in days. Wobbly, I leaned on his arm a little, and he chuckled, patting my elbow. "It's a'ight, sweetheart. Them sea legs o' yers will grow with time."

"I need a place to lay low," I said to him gently as I stepped away from his touch. "I'm catching the first ship to Tulliyolal. I have my ticket."

"Aye, I don't need yer ticket, lass," the man snorted. "The Escapade leaves in two hours. That's the next ship to yer city. Until then, perhaps a drink? We have several spots for a good lunch - you can maybe pack on a pound or two - you're thinner than paper, ye are."

I ignored his comments about my body. It was nothing I hadn't already heard. I was a skinny, redheaded, green-eyed, freckled-bodied, tiny-footed mess of a woman, and I knew that about myself from a very young age.

"Just a sandwich would be nice," I said firmly.

"Help yerself!" he said with a smile, gesturing to a small wooden structure off the dock. "Head in there and ask for Yyelexi. She makes the best sandwiches in the whole of this island, she does."

I smiled at him, grateful for the advice, but I was still a little wobbly as I walked away, heading to get some sustenance.

The crowds were insane at the dock, but they dispersed nicely as I walked further away from them. The roads were made of gravel and mud - far cry from the civilized places I'd called home before.

Pack animals were abound with their owners, hauling goods from all corners of the world. This clearly had become a hive of pirate trade - stolen goods, most likely. I wrinkled my nose at the sight of it all.

The building the dockmaster had mentioned was in truth a small cafe. Small and intimate, but clearly not lacking in charm, it seemed to be an older building, and well-loved. Patrons littered both the outdoor picnic tables and the indoor low tables with cushions as chairs. A fire roared in a brick fireplace, despite the tropical heat outside. A couple waitresses walked around, tending to the customers, but only one person grabbed my attention and held it: the bartender, a woman.

In my 25 years of life, I had never seen a female bartender. I knew they existed of course - but I personally had never seen one before. And on a pirate island, where drunk and touchy men ran rampant...I could not imagine bartending anywhere, but especially on Fellinor.

"I was told I could find Yyelexi here?" I asked the woman as I approached her. Middle-aged, with eyes that were a piercing shade of gold, and garbed in the darkest clothes I had ever seen, she emitted a sort of prickly, yet calm, attitude that I myself had never been able to master.

"Well, you've found her," the bartender replied with a tiny smile curling her lip. "What can I do for you, girl?"

The nearest occupied stool was three stools away, so I sat down at the bar across from Yyelexi, smiling in relief. "Just a sandwich, please. I'm so famished."

Yyelexi smiled a little wider. "You say that like there is only one type of sandwich."

"Any sandwich will do," I chuckled, realizing that she was right. "I just got off the Witherwind. If I go a single day without hearing a grown man throw a temper tantrum, I just may die of joy."

Yyelexi let out a laugh at that, writing something on a piece of paper and handing it to one of the waitresses, who took it through large swinging doors, where I could only imagine is where the kitchen sat. "You've come to the wrong island for that, my dear," Yyelexi said. "I don't think I've gone a day without seeing an angry man in my six months here on the island."

"Only six months, and running a cafe?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "Consider my curiosity piqued. Are you a pirate too?"

Yyelexi laughed. "While angry men may be easy to come by here," she replied gently as she cleaned a glass, "forthcoming women are far less so." She filled the glass with iced tea and raised her eyes to meet mine. "I'm sure you would say the same, would you not?" She slid the tea to me.

She was right yet again. I smiled a little at her, taking a sip of the tea. It was unsweetened - just the way I like it. Which seemed incredibly surprising, because only in Ul'dah did I come across people that liked unsweetened iced tea.

"It's not often that I am served unsweetened tea," I said, my eyebrows raised yet again as I looked at her. "Do you prefer it as well?"

"You have an Ul'dahn accent," Yyelexi said, cleaning the next glass and not looking at me. "Ul'dahn citizens hate sweetened tea. You tried to lose that accent with your time in Hingashi, but it's still quite audible."

I was officially surprised. "How did you know I lived in Hingashi?" I asked quietly, staring at her. "I'm not even Doman."

Yyelexi smiled a little wider. "That confused me, of course, but then I remembered that Hingan samurai went to Ul'dah to conscript orphan children into samurai. There were a few of them, if I recall. You must have been one of them."

All of that, simply from hearing my speech. "Impressive," I admitted, shocked.

Yyelexi continued, moving on to refill the drink of the patron a few stools down, and leaving me to my thoughts, until she returned, her golden eyes shining at me. "So what is a samurai doing here on Fellinor, hmm? And where is your weapon? I thought katanas were sacred to the samurai."

"It's my turn to ask a question," I said firmly. "What did you do before you came to Fellinor?" I tried with great difficulty to nail down her accent, but I was only getting hints of a Gridanian accent, and Gridanian could mean she was doing anything at all.

Yyelexi smiled. The waitress returned with a wooden platter upon which sat my sandwich: a large combination of tomatoes, lettuce, bacon, sauce, and onions piled onto toasted white bread. It looked absolutely delicious.

"Thank you, Talena," Yyelexi said to the waitress, and then went to make a refill for another patron. I found myself so interested in Yyelexi - being able to nail down a person's history like she had was simply a gift. I opened my mouth to try to get her attention again, but at that moment, the door swung open, and all heads turned as a group of three pirates headed to the bar. All men, with the middle one not much older than me and carrying himself like he owned the place. With bright blue eyes that glistened in the dim light, he looked around the cafe before spotting Yyelexi at the bar, and gestured to his companions. All three of them sat down near me.

"Captain," Yyelexi said to the blue-eyed man, her voice light. "I've told you numerous times, the Dark Horse is an institution that is better suited for your kind."

"We just want some sandwiches, Lex," the captain chuckled at her. "Help a fella out. We're starving."

Yyelexi snorted. "I'm not serving you rowdy things here. This is where the more civilized ten percent of Fellinor eats their lunch, and I'd prefer to keep it calm and peaceful."

"We'll be good," the captain said earnestly, and the other two pirates nodded. "We just want some sandwiches." His eyes traveled to mine. "Like that! Give us three of those."

"Let's see the coin upfront," Yyelexi demanded. "And don't pester that girl. She's been through enough."

The captain's eyes met mine. They were beautiful eyes, and I found myself lost in them momentarily while he smiled a little, holding eye contact and saying, "Yes, I can tell. She's too pretty to not have trauma." He piled coins onto the bar to prove to Yyelexi that he had the money for sandwiches.

Yyelexi sniffed disapprovingly, handing poor Talena another three slips of paper, and after the waitress went back to the kitchen, Yyelexi said to me, "Pay those boys no heed. Pirates are rough on the outside, but on the inside, they're just little children who found wooden sticks shaped like swords."

"You wound me, Lex," the captain sighed, and then offered his hand to me. "My name's Kyantis. Kyantis Dekar. I'm captain of, well, most of this island. I haven't seen you around these parts."

"That's because she just got here," Yyelexi said firmly to him, and then looked at me. "You don't have to talk to him, dear. He's not worth your time."

"Hurtful," Kyantis responded.

I took his hand and shook it, but said nothing to him, instead biting into my sandwich. It was the single most heavenly thing I had ever eaten in my life. Letting out an elated sigh, I sat back in my stool, admiring my situation: an unsweetened iced tea and a delicious sandwich. All my problems seemed to melt away, but for some reason, my legs still felt wobbly.

The soft, slow passage of time made it easy to feel relaxed. The ruckus of the general crowd could be sensed, but it seemed to be largely happy ruckus. Kyantis seemed immersed in conversation with his buddies, and while Yyelexi didn't talk to me much more after that, I felt comfortable around her, like she was willing to help me and protect me from hooligans like Kyantis.

Before I knew it, it was time to head back to the dock, for the Escapade would be setting sail for Tulliyolal within the hour. I set my coins on the bar, making sure to tip Yyelexi generously.

"Where do you think you're going?" Kyantis teased me, sitting up straighter. "This is the type of establishment you can stay for as long as you like!"

"Says you," Yyelexi snorted.

"I'm going to Tulliyolal," I replied to him. "My boat is docking and ready to set sail soon."

"Splendid!" Kyantis said, rising to his feet and shoveling a fistful of coins onto the bar for Yyelexi. "I shall join you."

At that, my lips wrinkled into disgust as I stared at him. "I don't need a traveling companion," I said firmly.

"Don't pay attention to him, dear," Yyelexi snorted. "He's got enough duties here. The second your boat is on the ocean, you'll be safe from his stupidity."

"Again, hurtful, and rather uncalled for," Kyantis said to her with furrowed eyes. He then turned to me. "I can escort you to the ship if you like. You're riding on the Escapade right? That ship is a great one."

I inhaled at that. "I guess an escort wouldn't be unappreciated," I muttered.

"We'll stay here," Kyantis's buddies said with a snort as the sandwiches arrived, and they dug in. Kyantis, on the other hand, took my elbow gently and steered me out of the establishment and towards the docks. People regarded him with a sense of respect, tipping their hats at him or calling him by rank.

He seems to have all the respect that a pirate could possibly earn, I decided. Which isn't a lot, but still.

"It's nice when we get new people who like to leave the docks and explore a little," Kyantis said to me with a smile. "Most people who are here temporarily simply stay on the docks, but you made Yyelexi smile, which is a FEAT, let me tell you."

"She was nice," I said with a smile. "I like her. She doesn't take shit from anybody."

"Yeah, she's a real one," Kyantis said with a smile. "For a second, honestly, I wondered if you were one of her students."

"Students?" I asked, but before Kyantis could answer that, we arrived at the Escapade, where I handed my ticket to the dockmaster I'd spoken to earlier.

And suddenly, much to my horror, I realized why my legs felt wobbly. A very familiar heaviness started pushing onto my brain as I stared up at the gangplank onto the ship. I began to walk onto it, trying desperately to get onto the ship.

It felt like my brain was becoming a liquid - it felt like my ears were trying to crawl inside of my skull.

It happened so quickly.

It always happens so quickly.

My blood sugar crashed, my heart sped up uncontrollably.

And I fainted, falling into the turquoise ocean below.

[inky-duchess]

For the ask game, Katya: 7, 20, 25, and 26

7) Vice-Versa! If your OC is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? Would they be a different race?

I think Katya would make a fantastic elf. An elven princess of course.

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

Katya's weapon of choice is her words but she's deadly with a blunt object.

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

Katya doesn't sing. She's not musical.

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

White roses, clean, pure and prickly.

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Tess' Sharpuary 2024

A masterlist of short stories of various genres, each coupled with an illustration (hopefully). Each fic will be tagged individually along with possible trigger warnings. Fics featuring adult content will be marked as (*)

All of these fics are happening within the same universe, one created by yours truly and the spectacular @tea-withjamandbread - A New Chance At Life, however, I'm fairly certain many of them can be read as standalones ;)

1. Candy

2. Shadow

3. Wheelchair

4. Firewhisky

5. Dungeon (*)

6. Kneazle

7. Quidditch

8. Scarborough

9. Portrait

10. Breakfast

11. Moste Potente Potions

12. Bad day (*)

13. Alihotsy

14. Valentine

15. Ashwinder

16. Blush

17. Hair

18. Cold

19. Gherkin (*)

20. Hogsmeade

21. Mirror of Erised

22. Altercation

23. Black Lake

24. Slytherin

25. Youth

26. Prickly (*)

27. Bric-a-brac

28. Smirk (*)

29. Reparo (*)

Current progress:

Fanfictions: 29/29 completed

Illustrations: 29/29 completed

Huge shoutout to @ynyseira who compiled these prompts, and set me on a journey to insanity creativity ❤️

[fairycosmos]

can I just say you seem to have it way more together than me at 25. I have a career I guess but it’s not what I wanted. I fell into it basically and also have no college/university degree, no prospects or friendship even since I self isolate and smoke weed literally 24/7 and just consume a load of various medias lol. just so you know you’re killing it in my eyes especially while processing all you are and continuing to be so soft hearted and empathetic to others. you’re a great person from just the glimpse I get to see of you. I am a long time follower and I love to see your presence on my dash

we sound very alike actually lol i never thought i'd be doing what i'm doing either + didn't go to uni + feel quite isolated in general and use various media to cope........i'm very glad i have a job and at least some friends / connections but yeah we sound like we'd totally be on the same wavelength in a lot of ways.......it's a lonely difficult world at the best of times fr. also thank you so much for the kind words and for being a sweetheart <3 i got that weird prickly feeling in my nose reading this like i was going to cry but in a good way. i try really hard and i really appreciate you for taking the time to keep up with me and like me as i am on here. sending you the biggest hug ever <3 plz feel free to message me any time if you want to chat or vent or just talk ab your day. mwah x

[balladofthewhitehorse]

20 for Port and 25 for England!

20 for Port: Household chore they hate the most 

Portugal does chores quite often; It’s a necessity these days, now that he isn’t living with a retinue of servants or amongst large groups of people. Nevertheless, there is always one or two things that Portugal most resents having to do - and there isn’t a chore that Portugal dislikes doing more than hoovering the house. Dust always seems to build, and the sisyphean chore has a tendency to aggravate Portugal’s lumbar-pain; This is despite England telling Portugal to stand up straight while hoovering - Portugal’s terrible posture doing them more harm than good. Additionally, Portugal is somewhat casual about their living space…they’ve lived in worse accommodation than the one they have, endured worse conditions than a bit of dust on the floor - and truthfully, Portugal is just a little workshy. Or at least, they tend to be workshy about things that need constant doing. They’re perfectly capable of getting things done, but the more repetitive and mundane tasks tend to get left by the wayside. Portugal prefers one and done things, and sometimes England needs to remind them to do the hoovering - although Portugal absolutely does not see the sentiment England has in their little Henry Hoover, and wishes they’d get a better one…

+ and 25 for England:  What other people wish they could change about them

What isn’t there that other people would wish to change about England? He is a pretty difficult person to like - Surly, defensive and wary of the good intentions of others, England is an all-round cunt and I think there’s something to be said about how England tends to push others away. While I could go-on and rag-on England to no end, I’ll be honest and suggest that most people would change just how wary he is towards others; A lot of his prickly personality comes from his fundamental belief that people are inherently selfish, that there’s always a cost. For individuals like Portugal, Wales and Scotland - this tends to clash greatly with them, and they certainly wish England would be a little less stringent about it. Others, like France, honestly wonder whether England would be easier to get along with if he wasn’t so…you know.