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[hvnterzmoon]

DISTRACTIONS

Mushy May prompt day 16: domestic

Terzomega (terzo x Omega)

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Omega had been in his office, key word being had been. He had been in his office approximately twenty minutes ago, until he’d seen Terzo stride past his office, a smirk on her face and a beckoning wave tossed in his direction. Omega had spent about ten seconds contemplating it before he grabbed his stuff, stuff being a stack of files and a single pen, and followed Terzo down the hall.

He caught up quickly, his long legs easily beating Terzo’s short but quick steps rapidly. Walking beside him Omega hummed lowly.

“Did you need something?”

“Just your company, mio caro.” Omega melted on the inside. He always did when Terzo called him that and today was no exception.

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“…No… I finished my own quite a while ago… are they overworking you?” The concern laced in Terzo’s tone made Omega debate saying yes just to see what she would do. But he didn’t and instead pushed open the door to Terzo’s room before he could even reach for the door knob.

Terzo gave him an amused but exasperated look and Omega could only smile back at him. Terzo slipped in first, Omega shutting the door quietly behind the both of them before locking it.

“No they’re not overworking-“ he was cut off by Terzo cupped his face and kissing the mask he was wearing. Omega struggled to keep a hold of his files one clawed hand clutching them to his side as the other pulled Terzo in by the waist. He sighed when Terzo pulled back, eyes flicking open to see that rare smile sliding onto her lips. “-me.”

Terzo reached up and slipped Omega’s mask off, her smile widening at the way Omega was now fully visible.

“Hi.”

“Hello.” Omega couldn’t help but let a dopey grin slide across his face, finishing his tug on Terzo’s waist so he was pressed flush against his chest. “What did I do to deserve this?”

Terzo shrugged and snaked his arms around Omega’s neck humming slightly as he tilted his head as though in thought. Her mismatched eyes flicked back to Omega’s.

“Nothing. I just missed you.”

[enjolras-out]

By Candlelight

Missing Scene from Sunset part 14 

OR

Pure self-indulgent angst because I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO THINK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE BUT THOSE HYRULE AND TIME PANELS FOR 12 HOURS and have no self control

(782 words)

Twilight turned his head restlessly on his pillow, dry, cracked lips mouthing silent words. White light flared again from Hyrule’s hands and before Time’s eyes Twilight stilled, his breath deepening and coming slightly easier.

Then Hyrule swayed and grabbed at the bedpost to hold himself up. Time crossed the room in an instant, gripping his shoulders from behind to steady him. Hyrule flinched, and Time was reminded for the thousandth time how little he understood the traveller’s limits.

“I’m fine,” Hyrule insisted, but his voice was weak. Dark circles ringed his eyes. “I can do this.” Time nodded, trying for a comforting smile, and gently steered Hyrule into the chair beside Twilight’s bed. It was impossible not to be worried when Hyrule didn’t even fight him, but only slumped over, gripping his hair with both hands, fingers digging into his scalp.

“I’m not giving up.”

“I know,” Time said softly, crouching down in front of Hyrule. “But you need to rest for a little bit now, okay? You can’t help Twilight if you collapse on us.” Hyrule’s eyes widened as he registered his hands trembling in the candlelight. Time wordlessly handed him one of the bottles of green potion from the table and watched as he obediently downed half of it.

“Hyrule,” Time began, then stopped. For Hyrule to take on the entire responsibility for Twilight’s life was so wrong. He was too young. They all were.

But that’s how it always is for us, I guess.

“How’s he doing?”

Hyrule rubbed roughly at his eyes. “He’s hanging in there. He’ll pull through. He has to.”

Oh goddesses. He’s trying to protect me. Time kept his voice determinedly gentle.

“Can you tell me the truth?”

Hyrule stared at him, shocked. “Time…”

“Please,” Time said quietly. “Please just tell me.”

Hyrule looked away, wrapping his arms tightly around himself. “I… I’ve never seen a wound like this. It doesn’t feel like an injury, more like… a shadow, tearing him apart from the inside. Something rotten and old and full of hate and… and sadness, Time. I keep trying to fight it out of him but it’s like it slips away from me and then creeps back up on us from behind…” He stopped, steadying his hitching breath as a shudder went through him, and looked up again, stubbornness blazing out of exhausted hazel eyes. “I’ve fought shadows before. I can do this.”

“I know you can,” Time told him, because he thought it was what Hyrule needed to hear. Then, as Hyrule managed a small, weary, determined smile, his eyelids drooping as if he was struggling to keep them open, Time wanted to take the words back, because what if he was wrong? What if what Hyrule needed, actually, was to be told that it was okay if he couldn’t? But Time couldn’t say that, couldn’t even admit it to himself as a possibility, because it wasn’t okay, it never could be.

Because without Hyrule and his absolute, reckless refusal to admit defeat, Twilight would already be dead.

Or worse than dead. What are you, shadow full of hate? What do you want from us?

Time shook his head to clear it. “Your Life spell is something else,” he murmured. “I’ve never felt anything so pure.”

Hyrule folded his arms on the table beside him and put his head down on them, as if he was too tired to hold it up anymore. “Holds life together.” His words were slightly slurred. “All the threads… in the right places…” His voice trailed off. “Not giving up,” he mumbled again.

Time straightened and turned back to the bed. Twilight lay so, so still. His tattoos stood out starkly against ashen skin. Time reached out to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes, though he knew Twilight wasn’t even aware of his presence.

There’s so much you still have to tell me.

By the time he looked back at Hyrule he was asleep with his head pillowed in his arms, his breathing deep and slow. Raw despair was etched across what could be seen of his face under his untidy hair. Time picked up one of the spare blankets and tucked it gently around the traveller’s shoulders. Usually so light a sleeper, Hyrule, completely exhausted, didn’t wake, but only nestled instinctively closer into the warmth.

This isn’t his responsibility. It’s mine. They all look to me as a leader. Sometimes, he thought, more than just a leader. Usually it moved him, when Wind or Twilight or even sometimes Wild looked at him as something closer to a father than anything Time himself had ever known. Now, that kind of trust just felt terrifying.

I can’t lose him. I can’t.

[meraki-yao]

I kinda wanna write a post/list on the "alleged" extended Paris love making scene (honestly I think I might just write through all the scenes until they fucking release them)

But then I'm gonna have to talk a little about, well, sex, and I'm... Would that be too much?

Like I'm okay with writing it, I have opinions that's actually kinda more about the anatomy and choreography of stuff, and I think I wanna share them but, yeah would that be too much to share or for people to read?

[panvani]

Getting to the part of f/GO set in the US has kind of solidified my perception of a weird kind of awe for the West this franchise has

[toadstool32]

my hand hurts wtf

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[lizbdecker]

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[freeewriter]

Tabha nahi kiyaaa.!

[shhtickerbook]

Thank you all for 1000+ followers! I thought to make this an opportunity to announce something exciting! A lot of you may know my original Detroit become human agere fic “honest comfort” it was what started everything off with me in this community, and although I’m technically not continuing that specific fic. I’m starting a brand new agere fic of the same premise.

A little too much

In ways it’s a retelling or ewrite of honest comfort, I may borrow old plot points and the characters will be the same. But I’ve got that spark for writing again! It’s mad to think I started that fic back in 2018! I know it brought a lot of people comfort to read, so consider this a thank you!!

Chapter one will be up tomorrow or linked below :)

[zombieefish]

a chapter from one of my shitty fanfics on wattpad.. i want to ewrite said fanfiction but ohwells

smoking tw, paint-tube (no i didnt beta read this there's probably mistakes)

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Paintbrush sat on the edge of the stairs, cigarette dangling out of their hands. The smoke curled up into the air, pooling around their body — which was hunched over out of stress, bringing the cigarette to their lips, inhaling and exhaling the smoke out into the air. OJ was making them pissed out of their mind, and this was the only way to relieve stress.

Paintbrush started smoking again. They said they'd quit.

Test-tube trailed out of the building, spotting her partner — were they smoking? Her eyes began to widen, and she approached, brow furrowed in mild annoyance and a slight tinge of worry. Paintbrush told her that they'd stop, but here they were, back with the addiction. It wasn't easy to battle something you crave, something you desire — it was practically calling them to take a breath in, and exhale all the smoke out into the clear, blue skies.

"Painty? You said you would quit." Her arms folded, looking down at her fellow council member.

"I know. Can't help my habits." They'd sigh, running a hand through their blonde hair, setting it down, stomping it out with their boots.

She glanced to the side, her gaze to the floor. Disappointed was one of the words, but.. she knew they couldn't help it — if anything, she should be helping them with their journey to quitting. They had busted half of their savings on cigarettes — as Paintbrush had told her before, along with almost getting kicked out of their house, due to parents finding out about their addiction.

They were currently staying with Test-tube for a while. She didn't mind, of course, accepting Painty with open arms. Her body sat on the steps, wanting to do something, anything, but what could she say that they hadn't heard before? It was a constant cycle.

"I know you care 'bout me, Testy. I'm not goin' anywhere, if that's what you think."  They'd glance over at her, smiling slightly. Paintbrushes arm would reach out to curl around her body, hand resting on her waist. The green haired girl would smile, her cheeks a rosy red, her hand running up and down their arm every now and then, playing with their hair.

"You just worry me sometimes," She said quietly, her fingers twirling around each individual lock of blonde hair, feeling how silky smooth it was between her fingers, the smell of smoke and coffee radiating into her nostrils. They'd cup her cheek, angling her face in a way which made it easier to share a small kiss on the lips, nice and gentle. Test-tube would bury her head into their shoulder, a light hum escaping her lips.

They were healthy and happy — that's all Paintbrush cared about. If they lost their girlfriend, they didn't know what'd they'd do with themselves. As much as OJ was pissing them off, it was better to have a moment with Test-tube than to keep seething over it all. Someone they loved, who was their soulmate. Love is in the air.

"You're always my number one, darling."

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[hvnterzmoon]

Government assigned pet chicken.

[enjolras-out]

Oh look it’s a 3-month overdue Whumptober prompt and Wild and Sky are having the worst time ever... 

Whumptober Day 27 – pushed to the limit (muffled screams, stumbling, magical exhaustion)

Wild and Sky are captured by black-blooded monsters and marched through the mountains. But with Sky seriously injured, Wild prepared to risk anything to save him and the rest of the Chain missing in action, their time is running out…

Word count: 2821

CW - literally so much angst

[lucigoo]

So, ive had a good, but exhausting week, so wasnt able to put it out there. But the 14th April was my one year "fanficversary" so to speak. Most people who know me know how i got back into fanfiction after 20 years but im gonna share anyway lol. I was watching Desolationn of Smaug with my then 11 year old and he sobbed that they had "Killed Bilbo's boyfriend," he was so upset that i created a story for him like I did when he was small. So "Dont let me fade" ws told to him as a fix it b3ed time story and then uploaded on a03 (it needs major re edits, I had no idea what I was doing or how to use A03 at the time lol) After just over a year I know have 123 fics uploaded to A03, having written 461,987 words for them. But more then the writing, i have found a community. A community of many wonderful, like minded iindividuals and I wish to thank you all. There are two many to mention you all, but a few noticable thanks form my heart to yours go to: @brandileigh2003 my best friend and fandom wifey. I lvoe oyu and our "adopted adult children" who know who they are. Thank you for being the supportive fandom and rl support system I didnt know I was desperate for. @sunnyrosewritesstuff for being th ewriting reigning monarch (your service is invaluable lol) and for being supportive, @lordoftherazzles for being the same (and im still somig for thise cupcakes!) @fishing4stars for helping me set up my tumblr (i must have been SO annoying lol) and for helping me get comfortable in fandom spaces, @blackknight-100 for being one of the best and most supportive sprinting buddies I could have and finally @lisellelascelles for being my animal au buddy, and for helping me figure out the plots for the vast amjority of them (thy are i a list, im gettingthere lol) There are only a few poeple of course. There are so many of you in the Tolkein and Bagginshield fandoms who welcomed me with open arms and I ahve to say, in all my 34 years of life, i hav never felt so welcome anywhere, and i get to write cool stories too. So once again thank you all. and heres to aother good fandom year, ad hopefully just a good year in general <3

[chososwifeofficial]

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