#ela writes

[ela-arts]

Summary: The residents of Baker Street arrive in Japan for their much anticipated visit with guests in tow. Ryuunosuke has some important conversations.

[ohtobeascruntycat]

My piece for @desire-asoryuu-zine! It was such a treat to be a part of this zine and everyone's pieces are so beautiful! Marriage... 🥺🥺🥺

[ivvyela]

imagine with me, if you will, a nwh potential fix-it involving none other than the multiverse saving duo deadpool and wolverine.

i know, i know - but please, let me cook.

wade and logan now jump across timelines to "fix" things aka travel the multiverse for funsies and deal with the consequences later and somehow end up in a universe where peter parker doesn't exist, but spider-man does. and wade, blessed with the power of "i know this for the plot", immediately knows that is bull. shit. and sure enough, they find one very depressed, very lonely, and very jaded peter parker.

after much annoyance, light stalking, and following spider-man while he's on patrol, they get peter to spill how he ended up in this situation. and after hearing everything, logan breaks the silence with a simple, yet effective: "shit, kid. that... shit."

"yeah, well... now you know, so you can, like, leave me alone."

"nope, not gonna happen." wade shakes his head and tactfully ignores logan's imploring look of what-the-fuck-are-you-getting-us-into-now "i take my job as marvel jesus very, very seriously, so frankly, this is my job to fix your sorry little life, buddy. and if flat-out telling them you exist didn't work, then - "

"oh, i actually... i never told them."

"...come again?"

"i tried to tell them, but i couldn't. so..."

"i'm sorry... your best friend and girlfriend were crying, telling you to come find them and remind them of you, and you chose not to?"

"they're happy and safe without me! i wasn't going to ruin - "

"oh my god. you sweet, self sacrificial, idiot spider-baby. okay! we can fix this! we're no tony stark, but consider us your pseudo daddies for the time being, kid. let's get you your life back."

which is how one very emotional and determined deadpool, followed by a stoic, nonchalant wolverine (who, in all honesty, probably should be completely against this, but once wade commits to something, he can't be talked out of it, and the sooner he gets his fix from this the sooner he can go home, so fuck it we ball), end up in a certain cafe, all up in a poor barista and her friend's face with a cut-out yearbook photo of some kid, yelling "LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT THIS BOY! HE'S SO LONELY! LIKE A SMALL, FORLORN, VICTORIAN CHILD! REMEMBER HIM, GODDAMMIT!"

(their efforts result in two confused and scared teens, and getting kicked out of said cafe.)

peter practically begs them to just leave him alone, that this was his choice, and he's fine with it, but both wade and logan know a lie when they hear one. they both know what being alone can do to a person, and peter is just a kid who got dealt the shittiest cards in life and at this point, it just feels wrong to leave him here without trying to do something. and maybe they both have a small soft spot for the teen, so what?

and peter knows both men can see through his broody, teenage angst front he's been putting up since the spell, and he's tried so hard to hate the two of them, get them to hate him so they would leave, but they're not budging, so really, there's no point in trying to push them away, right?

and so, he lets them in. he learns that while logan is stoic and intense and kinda terrifying, he's also someone who just wants to do the right thing for the people he cares about. he's also lost people, and he blames himself, but he's come out on the other side. he would tell peter about his daughter, laura, who wouldn't let him wallow in self pity because she is good, better than he has ever been. he never saw himself as a father, but she's still around, so he must be doing alright.

and at first hearing it would result in a pang in his chest, memories of thai food after walking into a smoke-filled kitchen, assurances that things will work out when everything feels hopeless, a tombstone that can never convey everything she was, but now... it's nice to hear that logan still had someone after losing everyone.

so, peter listens to logan's stories. in return, peter tells logan all about his mom.

and wade was brash and loud and conceded and really, really annoying, but he's... no, that's it. he's all of those things, but in a weird way, it's like all those bad qualities merge together to make him a good guy. and yeah, he can walk away at any point, he has absolutely no obligation to help peter, but he does it anyway.

("nonono, don't you dare make me some selfless hero type, kid. i know for a fact that every deadpool has a peter. i'm doing this for the me in your world."

"you're... huh?"

"bottom line, i'm a selfish bastard. i'm doing this for me, 'kay?")

peter didn't fight it. he's had experience with seemingly self-absorbed, deflecting type heroes.

wade doesn't replace him, not even close, but... still.

maybe peter will never get back what he lost. but, for the first time, peter sees a light at the end of the tunnel. that, maybe, he can stop being just spider-man, and he can start being peter parker again, too.

(and if there's a barista talking to her friend about how it's weird that two guys would show up holding a photo of an odd customer from weeks ago, demanding they remember him, and despite not knowing him she felt something, and her friend couldn't help but agree, well... that's neither here nor there.)

[ch0cocrave]

Ok y'all hear me out-

WESTERN OBJECT SHOW.

^ Takes place in smth like this

its like one of those classic western movies, with a sheriff, some outlaws etc like there could be a rilvary with two separate towns LIKE OMGGG

[ndostairlyrium]

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[bri-cheeses]

| May 7nth | Prompt: Lush | Word Count: 538 | @rosekillermicrofic |

This had always been one of Evan’s favorite times of year, when the snows melted and made way for new plants to spring up. There was simply something magical about it all, about the way the earth was born new again each year. And somehow it resonated with Evan every time it happened.

He thought of these things as he looked around at his surroundings and breathed in deeply, enjoying the beginning of spring. The fresh air smelled of water, infused with a dewy scent left over from this morning, and the grass all around was lush and green.

It matches Barty’s eyes, Evan thought.

The boy in question was down by the edge of the lake, a grin across his features as he splashed Regulus with the cool water.

Evan smiled at the sight, then leaned his head against the tree he was sitting by, feeling content to just sit there with the sun warming his skin.

He had been sitting there for anywhere from a single minute to ten when he heard a rustling noise next to him.

“Shhh,” Barty quietly shushed whoever was with him. Evan knew they were trying to sneak up on him, but frankly he wanted to see how this would play out.

So he kept his eyes closed and waited, making a valiant effort to keep the amused smile off his face.

“Boo!” Hands landed on Evan’s shoulders, heavy and startling. His heart leapt in his chest as his eyes shot open and he took in Barty’s own green eyes pinned on him, entirely too close.

The world faded slightly as they stared at each other. Barty didn’t make any move to retract his hands from Evan’s shoulders, and Evan’s mouth went dry.

Evan licked his lips. He felt shaken all of the sudden and needed to do something, anything in order to break that tension between them.

That’s when Barty’s eyes fell to Evan’s mouth.

A breath hitched in Evan as Barty’s hands slid slightly further down and closer to his chest.

“Bee…” Evan whispered. He didn’t want to break this moment, but they were in public. Besides, Evan was probably just kidding himself, anyways, his cruel brain supplying actions and events that weren’t actually true, that didn’t actually mean anything.

The sound of his own name seemed to bring Barty back to himself. He shook his head like a dog attempting to dry itself, then snatched his hands back as if Evan’s skin was burning him. Evan regretted the absence of his warmth as soon as it was gone.

Barty chuckled awkwardly. “Got you,” he said. His voice wavered only slightly.

Evan laughed, but it sounded false even to his own ears. “That you did,” he said, then clapped a hand on Barty’s shoulder and pushed himself up.

“Anyways, I, uh…” he searched for some excuse, “got to get back to the castle and… study.”

Get it together, Rosier, Evan cursed himself. Really, it was pathetic how one tiny touch from Barty affected him this much.

Barty looked slightly lost. “Yeah. Sure.”

Evan waited for more, but once it became clear that Barty had no more to say, he bent down to pick his bag up, then made his way back to the castle.

[evilkaeya]

@starrynightarchive @ryuvnosuke @minusboy

[that-was-anticlimactic]

all of my dreams are in color

His hand is the brush now, his blood the ink. He drags his injury across the canvas, spreading it haphazardly across the weretiger’s scattered limbs.

It stings, not a lot, but enough, and for a moment, Ryuunosuke thinks he feels human again.

Yes, blood is a fine substitute for ink.

[or, akutagawa paints the weretiger and reflects]

🖌2,400 words | akutagawa-centric, sskk🖌

🖌a birthday present for @ryuvnosuke <3🖌

[zukkaoru]

clumsy, not clever

Oda’s head thunks against the table, and he covers it with his arms. He lets out a truly pitiful groan. “You’re sick,” Ranpo deduces. The lights are all off, save for the TV and a nightlight in the hallway, so they didn’t get a very good look at him. But it’s the only logical conclusion to draw. There’s no other reason he would risk coming here.

while fukuzawa is out of town, ranpo finds themself harboring a sick assassin. the worst part, they think, is how desperately they want him to stay.

🍂 5.1k words || odaran 🍂 a birthday gift for ela @ryuvnosuke <3

[littencloud9]

"Kiss me, I can't wait any longer." + kunizai

hehe hii <3 !! nothing too explicit but suggestive content under the cut

Dazai's body tenses when Kunikida is gentle.

It's as if he is afraid of the tenderness, flinching away like he's been electrified whenever Kunikida brushes aside his bangs, or cups his cheek, or laces their fingers together in an affectionate hold. He's always insisting that Kunikida go faster, harder, trying to force it to be quick and aggressive.

But today, Kunikida wants to take it slow.

He knows it's a difficult request to make, to ask Dazai to be so emotionally vulnerable. But Dazai agreed, and Kunikida can see the way he's controlling his breathing, doing his best to relax under his soft lips and gentle touch.

"Dazai," Kunikida murmurs into flushed skin, trailing his lips along Dazai's jawline.

Dazai lets out a shaky sigh. His arms twist, fighting againt the ribbon that binds his wrists together. It serves as a reminder that they're going at Kunikida's pace today, just enough to keep him hot and bothered until Kunikida decides to grant him relief.

Dazai gasps when Kunikida's hands grip onto his inner thighs, pushing his legs apart. He twists again, and Kunikida moves to hold him down by his shoulders, hovering over his body.

"Kunikida-kun," Dazai whispers, blinking round, lustful eyes at him.

Kunikida tilts his head, his hair brushing against Dazai's cheek. "What is it?"

"Kiss me," he pleads, lifting his chin. "I can't wait any longer."

Kunikida smiles, leaning down and locking their lips together. He supposes he can allow some things to go Dazai's way, especially when he begs so prettily like that.

[blue-thief]

it's been so long since i've properly sat down to read a fic im gonna be ill /pos

[ela-arts]

"From the instant you woke up in a dark room surrounded by flowers and no memories you had only one surety: that you had to get to Great Britain. Once you reached that goal you earned a few more in the form of unwelcome gifts: a mask that told you your name and face were not welcome and a mentor who filled you with a sense of loathing that you could be assured would not dissipate easily.

Lastly, and this one was quite new, you were sure the man across the street from you was familiar."

Some MDRyuu in honor of ryuubowlweek

[ohtobeascruntycat]

ummm I offer for your consideration. maryuu

[bnesszai]

I FINALLY FINISHED ELA DAY FIC. for @ryuvnosuke my beloved. happy late bday. have your boys, sskk, 4.3k. Teen&Up. A 4+1 story told through scars<3

Read it Here!

The weretiger jumps and whips his head away. “It's nothing.” “It doesn't look like a burn.” “It's not.” “Then what?” “What does it matter?” The weretiger is looking at Akutagawa again, fists balled at his side, eyes simmering with anger. The fear is still there. Akutagawa studies him for a moment before standing up and shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks out over the water. “Your past doesn't define you.” A deep, staggering breath behind him. “I know.” A pregnant pause. Akutagawa hears his car pull up but before he moves, the weretiger’s voice is carried by the wind, caressing his ear, “Neither does yours.”

[theyuniversity]

🧠🎓 If your grammar goal is to finally figure out how to use a comma properly,

THIS POST IS FOR YOU. 👈

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[xxprettylittletimebombxx]

Hi Polin fandom! First time poster, long time lurker-- nice to meet y'all!

I started this one shot sometime between when we got the trailer and when the first half of season 3 dropped and then life got in the way so I had to shelve it. Happy to have finally gotten around to finising it though as i've been wanting to play around with writing Polin for a while now. So consider this my practice run-- a way to warm up and dust off the cobwebs, if you will-- before I try my hand at something longer! Hope you enjoy reading!

SUMMARY:

Some days, Colin’s thoroughly convinced that he’ll never love anything as much as he loves travel. That no other feeling will ever measure up to one he only ever gets when he sets foot in lands thousands of miles away from the only home he’s ever known. But then, he kisses Penelope Featherington. And suddenly every notion he’s ever had about love absolutely pales in comparison. — OR — A glimpse into Colin's thoughts for season 3, episodes 1-4, with an alternate love confession at the end as a little treat.

EXCERPT:

Perhaps if he’d unburdened the truth of his feelings— if he’d told her that his heart was hers to fill or burst, to keep or toss aside, to do with whatever she thought fit— then she’d still be standing right in front of him. Instead, Colin is forced to watch on as Penelope catches up to Debling. He can see them from even down below where he’s still rooted to the same spot, his jaw clenching involuntarily when he sees Penelope offer the other man an encouraging smile.  Part of him doesn’t think he can stomach the sight of the woman he loves accepting a proposal from another. But the other part of him that already aches is the part of him that won’t let him look away. If he’s going to have his heart broken by Penelope Featherington either way, he might as well make sure it’s done thoroughly.