#farty fic

[hislittleraincloud]

She'll Be Alright (Rated T, Cairo Sweet/Jonathan Miller (Jairo), angst, fluff, for hurricane relief efforts in the South, 1300 word drabble)

Cergy, France 

The weather was as muggy as it had ever been, on and off, during their stay, but Jon surmised that the faint frown on her face that had weighted her bowed lips down during the times it was too hot to write wasn't there for the lack of inspiration or motivation.

“What're you doin’?” 

Jon tried to quickly slide the glass door shut, but the faint smoke smell followed him in. Cairo was curled into herself on the small couch, scrolling through her apps.

“Cairo,” he leaned against the wall, staring at her ponytailed profile. “I thought we agreed —”

“That contract is void, Jon,” she snapped, more out of despair than irritance. “I can't —”  she made a half-hearted effort to look up, but her neck was hurting from being held hostage by her compulsion towards worry. She sighed. 

It wasn't him, but he wasn't helping. 

She sighed again, the frustration having collapsed into defeat as her hand fell into her lap. “I just can't.”

Their little one bedroom apartment in Cergy-Pontoise was tiny, but she was tiny, “So it works out,” she had cooed upon her booking with her cheeky, dimpled grin. At the time, it was her romantic heart that just wanted to get away from all of the heartache that home had left them to suffer, Paris being the first stop on their year-long tour of living — and loving — in Europe.

The apartment was perfect for that, offering a cozy — perhaps slightly cramped — living space for them to begin their journey together, writing whenever and wherever they felt like it, whether it be on the queen bed or lounging in the small garden patio that reminded them of home. It was the color scheme of the listing that had drawn Cairo in, but once they arrived, it thrilled her even more; the blacks, greys, celadon and verdant greens of the paint and decor matched everything at Sweetland Manor, greatly lessening her anxiety and keeping her homesickness at bay in the slightly paler and more modern trade-up. The garden even had an ironwork table, albeit a small, round, white one whose surface was not equipped in either size or stability for the kinds of activity that the one back in Benson had seen. The only thing they hadn't quite counted on was the size of the (mini)fridge and the lack of a full stove, for as cute it was that the aesthetic fit Cairo's petite stature, it didn't cooperate well with either Cairo or Jon’s ravenous appetites for something other than sex and cigarettes. Still, it had become their home away from home, their writing and lovemaking something out of a quaint and boringly repetitive erotic novel that brought them the pleasure and bonding that she had only dreamt about when she planned her gap year around the man she was smitten with, and who was smitten with her. It had been a dream, these past two months ‘under the roofs of Paris’, until the nightmare back home invaded their tranquility.

He sat down, nudging his way against her side, his left arm coaxing her shoulders into an easy slump against his chest.

“I know, alright. You...aren't the only one scared to death about all this shit.”

She shifted, her knuckles idly sliding against his tee. “You worried about Bea?”

He blinked, his brow twitching before correcting itself. There wasn't a hint of venom in her voice at the mention of his soon-to-be ex-wife.

“She ain't even in the pathway. Neither is Benson, you know —”

“It's close enough! Knoxville —”

“Is two counties over! And even if the floods are bad, it's solid. It'll be fine —”

“How do you even know that —”

“It's Lovell Hill.  Hill. You ever get floodin’ there?”

“It don't matter if I never got floodin' this bad before, Jon! People on top of fuckin’ mountains are gettin’ affected. There's dead bodies in the trees, kids, babies floatin’ down the floodwaters. A thousand year flood done washed Asheville away,” her voice cracked. “I hate it here.”

“You don't hate it here —”

“Yes I do!  Right now I do! I can't do nuthin’ about anything!”

“And what exactly do you think you could be doin’ back home besides bein’ trapped in the house with nowhere to go except the second floor?”

“...But Miss Kitty —”

“She'd find her way to that second floor,” he spoke softly but assertively, a hand patting the air as if to quickly stamp out a flame. He accidentally let a small tick of impatience slip through his throat, but immediately recovered, reaching for her hand. “Or the attic. She'll be okay —”

“There's no one to feed her! Boris n’ Black evacuated! Did they take the cat?  No, they didn't!”

Jon recalled the text. It had been a flash flood warning, and they all needed to evacuate immediately. There was no time for anyone to drive all the way over to the Hill to get the cat.

“I'm sorry —”

“I'm just — I'm just — ” her hand bounced against his stomach as a video on her phone held a silent loop of the rushing, ochre-colored waters of the floods onscreen. “The Rainbow Bridge up in Lake Lure washed away. Peoples’ live pets are bein’ washed away. There was one lady who lost ten cats — ten of ‘em, and I can't — hey!”

Jon had snatched the phone out of her hand and kept an iron grip on her waist as he held her phone at his long arm’s length.

“Watchin’ those TikTok videos ain't helpin’, baby girl.” 

He started to chuckle as she struggled but wasn’t truly putting any effort into getting it back. She only mildly hated it when he was like this, smacking at his arms until she hugged them to her chest in a caress, too drained from all of the blunt, realtime depictions of life and death at the hands of a very angry Earth. When she relaxed, he tossed her phone two feet away onto the bed and lay with her comfortably cradled in his arm. 

“I know it's hard. It's hard feelin’ so — helpless. But there ain't nuthin’ either of us can do right now except live our lives.” He cupped her rounded jaw with his fingers, stroking his thumb against her pouty lip. “At least try to.”

She kissed the pad of his thumb, but then shook away from it. “I’m tryin’.”

“I know you are.” They lay in silence for a minute, listening to each other's heavy breaths in the damp evening air. “We can't go home now.”

“I — I know.”

“Hey,” he whispered.

“What.”

“You know I love ya?”

“...I love you more,” she pouted.

“You just love more. Explains your pain over all of that —”, his hand squeezed her shoulder, “ — stuff back home.”

“And you ain't pained? You ain't bothered at all? You…heartless old codger.”

He laughed. “That what you really think of me?”

“No. But I hate that you're so calm n’ collected. It just makes me look crazier.”

“You're allowed to be crazier.”

“...Sexist.”

“Ain't nuthin’ to do with that and you know it.”

“I hate it here.”

“That's fine, I've only been packin’ for London for the past three days —”

“And I hate you.”

“Funny, I thought I just heard a little crazy, farty little forest fairy tellin’ me that she loved me more than I love her.”

“I do,” she pressed her palms into his stomach as she lifted up, eliciting a sharp wince in his disbelieving, open-mouthed grin. She flashed a smug grin of her own and gave him a quick peck on the lips before pushing up and off, bouncing to the bed for her phone. “Imma call Daddy. I bet he can get someone out there to help.”

“...You do whatever you need to do, sweet pea.”

The region in which the Under Virgin Circumstances universe is set has seen unprecedented devastation to all life with Hurricane Helene and hurricane season is far from over. Here are a few links where you can help contribute funds to the rescue and relief efforts:

The International Fund for Animal Welfare donation pages for Helene and for Milton Efforts

The Humane Society of the United States Hurricane Rescue & Relief Efforts

Charity Navigator: Hurricane Helene & Milton Relief Efforts (includes links for pets and their humans)

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

[5five5five5five5five5five]

Hot take/headcanon: paradox psychosis was invented my the commission to not start shit. Bc notice once it's gone, five can just talk to other fives whenever? Like ok Ik the deli and the s3 pod room are probs paradox proof but what if none of it fucking mattered. What if it was caused by some commission science magic garbage like the trackers or the suitcases idk. Idk I just want more fics of five's of serious ages interacting without the fear of getting the farty itches.

[razzledazzledo]

HELL AIN’T A BAD PLACE TO BE - PART ONE

CultLeader!Geto x Non-Sorcerer!Reader

This is my first fic, holy smokes! It's a bit shite, but I wanted to have a crack at some writing again (with added art made by yours truly!) I've got a number of chapters in the making, and I will continue to pump out the arty farty stuff too. There will eventually be sm*t so 18+ ONLY

Word count: 2k

Contents: angst to ? ;), enemies to ? ;)), geto being an ASS, reader taking it like a CHAMP, deffo no lovin' in this one (or the next few chapters most likely), introductions to the story premise, rusty writing and art lol, may be some inconsistencies in story compared to canon timeline

Warnings: depictions of violence, s*icide and d*ath, Geto's choice of words when describing non-sorcerers (monkey)

MDNI

The trickle of blood from the gripping of your palms makes this a reality - this was not a dream, rather a nightmare that you are unfortunate enough to call reality. The flesh of your inner cheek between your teeth keeps you somewhat grounded as you observe your surroundings. Thumping rings in your ears as you stand motionless on the exterior steps of his territory.

It appears that you have arrived at the gates of Hell.

Eyes trail you, as you trail them back, head unmoving as you do so. Keep your cool. They’re watching you - the followers - and intensely at that. You're sure you heard a snicker too. Fantastic. 

You avert your eyes back to what's in front of you as you stiffly take the stairs up, ignoring the glares of others. A cobbled pathway appears that leads to his chambers, or rather, your eventual prison.

Breathe. 

It could be worse - well actually this is pretty terrible -  but reminding yourself of that may have a placebo effect, which you could use to calm yourself down right now.

You were cursed, but not in the literal sense (unfortunately.  At least that would have been a more sane reason to be here than what you’re really here for). It's a sick joke  - the first non-sorcerer to be born in your family of sorcerers, and you’re the one to appease him of all people? Yeah, this is terrible. The placebo effect isn’t working.

You have been assigned to that man for protection, so long as he receives funding from your family. It’s a liability that you are unable to use sorcery, thus to protect the family from potential dangers or threats, you stand in this disastrous position. They call it an agreement for the sake of your safety, you call it a public execution. You almost laugh out loud at the absurdity of the situation, but you hold out on losing your sanity for a while longer - clutching onto whatever shred of dignity you have left.

It's not even the fear of him that has you wavering. It's the uncertainty of what is to come, the unknown. It’s frightening to the point you have to force a cough out to gain control of the trembling. You’re having to prove yourself more than you ever have by walking into this territory and surviving. You’re used to it - being tossed aside, looked down upon. ‘No cursed energy, and you cannot even see them so what use is there for you?’ It's been a consistent reminder etched into your life. Regardless of the obvious restrictions, you continued to fight and train. But it was never enough, and it never will be. To them, and most certainly to him, you are worthless.

Breathe. 

The aroma of bamboo on the sliding door brings you back to reality as you lean on it, palm sweatily resting on the latch. This is it. You squint your eyes shut, pull the door aside, and walk inside, and you can feel it: his aura. It is suffocating, like a thick sludge clogging your airflow and poisoning you in the process. It accelerates your flight response, but you know better: running was never an option. You open your eyes and focus on the floor before tentatively bringing your head up, only to be locked in his sight. Suguru Geto, one of the most feared curse users, is standing in the same room as you.

Passing comments throughout the years provided some insight into the monster in front of you; growing up in a sorcerer household exposed you to the world of curses in a way that few others of your kind had. You knew two things for certain: his cursed technique and his unfathomable hatred for non-sorcerers. It was not unusual to hear about his crimes, which instilled fear throughout Japan. He was cold, calculated, and meticulous with his leadership. Despite this, he was strong, arguably one of the strongest, and having his insurance would ensure your family's protection  - you, however, disagree greatly to that perspective.

His gaze penetrates your soul; it's terrifying how unclear his expression is as you stare back silently. He talks after what seems like a lifetime, with a monotone and direct tone.

“I assume you’re the one that has asked for protection?” You swallow dryly, before responding.

“Not myself personally, but my family, yes.” You try to hide your disdain towards the situation, but he clocks the tension behind your words. The corner of his mouth lifts up slightly in what appears to be a smirk.

“Oh? You don't think you need protecting?” He sounds somewhat amused at your response. Great.

You pause before responding honestly “...I don’t.” The smirk from his lips widens and your stomach drops to the floor.

“How pitiful. Not only are you a mere monkey in comparison to us, but a delusional one too. You should know better coming from a family of sorcerers.” He tuts at you before shifting his stance by placing his thumb and index finger under his chin. “Tell me, why has your family come crawling to me for protection if you are so sure of yourself? Entertain me.”

You clench your fists slightly, not wavering your gaze towards him as you ignore his mocking tone. “I have my ways of fighting despite my limitations. They don’t believe me, which is why I’m here. It shouldn’t be their responsibility to protect me, I don’t want to be a burden-”

 

“And yet here you stand in my territory, abiding by your family's wishes. Delusional and spineless too? What redeeming qualities you have” he interjects sharply, huffing out a laugh before sighing “I suppose it's to be expected from your kind.” Your eye twitches in response to his comment, and he adjusts position again. He takes a seat on the tatami flooring, reclining on his side, holding his head up with one hand while pointing his finger at you with the other,  closing his eyes. He speaks almost as if he were bored:

"If you didn't want to be a burden, you should have offed yourself instead of agreeing to this, no? At the very least, you'd have done something to make the world a little better."

His statement clearly reveals the shock on your face. He's not entirely wrong; you've considered doing that more than you'd want to admit. Regardless, you maintain your composure and answer harshly, standing up to your own beliefs and shrugging off any seeds of doubt.

"I want to survive. I want to show that I am capable of holding my own in this disgusting world.”

He looks at you calmly before smiling and opening one eye, pointing to the sky. "Well, if you're so sure that's what you want to do-" His aura shifts to something more sinister "-then survive."

The clap of force against your face and the spring air rushing into your nostrils makes you aware that you've been attacked, your body thrown outdoors into the courtyard. You fall to a shaky landing, still reeling from the event. The warm trickle of blood from your nostril puts things in perspective: Geto has unleashed a cursed spirit for you to combat. That fucker - you should have known something like this would happen.

You let the blood flow down past your lips and drop off your chin while you concentrate. You quickly reach behind you for your weapon, which is securely connected to your back. A four-part staff releases with a crack, chains clattering and angled blades on the ends gleaming in the sun. You swing them about, producing momentum and, at the same time, a barrier between yourself and the invisible force as you plot your fighting strategy. At this stage, you're relying on your senses and predictions of its strikes. You don’t even know what grade this entity is.

“If you die that’s not a problem, I have my ways of finding alternative funds.” Geto casually states as he walks out of his chambers through the hole formed by the propelled attack, arms placed  in his sleeves. Some followers gather, clearly alerted by the commotion.

Now is not the time to concentrate on him, you reason as you close your eyes and focus on your senses. You sense it approaching from your right side and whip your beams towards the aura, hearing a solid smack - a decent hit. You turn about and aim for another hit with greater strength, now knowing where it is - it lands again, pushing the aura further away from yourself. If you can maintain this dynamic, you may have the advantage in the fight.

The fight continues in a similar manner, with you sensing the location of the curse and smacking it with your staff. It works initially, but after your last strike, it begins to learn your tactics and responds by redirecting your spears to the side, then landing a direct hit to the stomach, pushing you backwards once more. You stumble to the ground and wince at your injury, coughing up blood, before steadily returning to your combat posture. You slap your spears together, and they form a pole, holding it out in front of you in preparation for their next attack. Despite this, you were unprepared for what was to occur.

An abrupt shift in the fight throws you off-guard. A little girl runs into the battle towards you, completely unaware of the danger, while another girl of similar age gleefully chases her. They rapidly discover they've entered a dangerous zone and freeze behind you, but it's too late to back out. You hear the shrill cries of the followers, and you react.

The cursed spirit hits again, but this time you take a defensive stance, forcing the curse against your weapon. You're grunting from the strain of attempting to keep the spirit at away with your brute power. You shout, temporarily increasing the strength in your arms as you push the monster away from yourself and the children behind you. Once you believe there is enough distance between them and the threat, you immediately reach out to detour the girls away from the area, only to be confronted by Geto. He looms over you, standing between the children and you. He firmly grips your outstretched arm, squeezing your wrist tightly, and looks down at you with underlying rage in his cold, purple irises.

"Don't touch them" His voice is tinged with venom as he continues to look you down, feeling like prey caught in the predator's snare. You freeze in place, and then realise that the curse's aura has vanished; he must have released it. He throws your wrist to the side and turns his back on you, resting his hands on the girls' heads. The blonde girl is sniffling, and the other, brunette, is staring at you with an unreadable expression.

He speaks over your shoulder in a harsh tone, "Manami will accompany you to your chambers. Leave, now.” Before you realise, a lady appears beside you and it startles you. She holds a tablet in hand, and carries an intense blue gaze focused in your direction. She takes one look at you, noticing the twitch in her eye, before turning around and walking away. You assume to follow her, so you carefully disengage your weapon and walk (or rather limp) behind her. You look over your shoulder towards Geto as you leave the vicinity.

"Laure, take the girls to their rooms," he says unusually calmly. A male figure appears next to Geto, with blonde hair and an intense physique. He effortlessly picks up the girls and exits the area in another direction, nodding.

"Everyone else, please stay” He smiles. “It appears that some of you need a reminder on what happens when rules are broken.” You turn a bend, losing sight of the courtyard. All you hear in the coming moments is the spine-chilling screams from that direction, alongside the sensation of multiple monstrous auras, which makes your blood run cold. You turn to face Manami's back as you follow her towards your chambers, silently coming to terms with the reality that your life is in the hands of Suguru Geto from this point forth.

Breathe.

Thanks for the read guys <3 I will draw out readers weapon and some other scenes from this part alongside finishing off the second part - stay tuned and much love

[reitziluz]

intro

hello it is reitz

my pronouns are not my problem. asks are open and welcome (including requests and status updates). not much is tagged, and nothing is tagged reliably. expect pretty monsters, dirty jokes, and sporadic project blogging.

links: ao3 oc sideblog (secret) (no peeking)

tags: arty farty fic talk skelly friends reitzcraft

posts of interest* cover page post of days spent dreaming shit-all joey's off-white comic

*read: posts i can never find when i need to grab them for reference purposes etc (will add more when i fucking find them)

[bookish-whore]

okay, the fic is nowhere near done and still needs edits but to hold you over here's a little sneak peek because I'm really proud of this okay. Oh and the fic now has a name its gonna be called 'Alone with you'

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“sei così dannatamente bella” he said softly “le cose che voglio farti farebbero arrossire gli dei ”

“What does that mean” I asked

He set his glass down beside me, resting his arms on either side of my thighs as he came close.

“It means…” he began, tucking a stray hair behind my ear as his thumb grazed my cheek.

“You’re so damn beautiful…the things I want to do to you would make the gods blush”

I forgot how to breathe as his hazel eyes burned into me, his gaze dark and hungry and before I could protest or overthink what I was doing. I kissed him.

[citrusitonit]

Judt finsihedbgiving nyxie poopoopeepee farty their late bday fift... dyo think theyll like my short fic of them lying in lilias lap on a hot summer day under a foliage of a tree in the middle of a golden dandelion field sharinf a soft bonding moment together

[breadcheekstete]

Omg I’m the one who asked about more fat lazy Tae. Thank you for writing that story - I absolutely loved it 🥰. Can’t wait to read more of your stories when they come, esp the Jimin and Tae ones (or even a sequel to this slob Tae and SJ). AND I love gassy, fat and farty Tae

aaww it was a pleasure 🥺 ! i'm currently working on a vm¡n fic (as you may know cause i'm taking to long) that i'm struggling a bit but will definitely see the light (òㅈó)ง

i love vm¡n with my whole heart and writting them is my favourite thing, but don't be shy to ask for other members too, i might struggle since i'm not used but i will provide all members (òㅈó)ง (inside my boundaries of course)

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Heyyyy! Avrei una proposta da farti ovviamente sei libera di accettare o meno, dato che scrivi molto bene e sei brava in ingelse io avrei una fic su James Hetfield ma non so come tradurla nel migliore dei modi, se te la mandassi e la traducessi? Poi puoi pubblicarla tu sul tuo profilo e magari scrivi che è stata una collaborazione e mi tagghi semplicemente. Fammi sapere se come cosa è fattibile se vuoi inizio a mandarti un pezzo e mi dici se ti va o meno :)

Certamente, manda pure❤

[mooropitant399]

Ok for some very strange reason the tumblr algorithm has decided very strongly for me to read hunger games smut fics specifically featuring that old farty guy who likes roses??

I didn’t even read the prequel book pls idk who you’re talking abt

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Gelosia - Flashfic

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rlJSMCx

by Deh_LorasWeasley

1. Chi era? [kuroken] 2. Non mi piace come ti guarda. [semishira] 3. Ciao! Sono il ragazzo di -,mai sentito parlare di me? [daisuga] 4. Perché non lo fai mai con me? [iwaoi] 5. Nessuno può toccarti così ad accezione mia. [hiruhoshi] 6. Mi hanno detto che avete pranzato insieme. [tanakiyo] 7. Non ti fidi di me? [yakulev] 8. Perché hai un sedere così perfetto? Lo guardano tutti e lo odio. [kunikin] 9. Ehy amico, occhi in su! [tsukkiyama] 10. Sei con me adesso. [shoumika] 11. Cosa ci fa lei/lui qui? [ushiten] 12. E se anche fossi geloso? [osasuna] 13. Oh andiamo, non preoccuparti, siamo solo amici! [sakuatsu] 14. Come potrei mai farti ingelosire? Mi sciolgo ogni volta che pronunci il mio nome. [futaone] 15. Non preoccuparti, sono tuo. [bokuaka] 16. Stai passando fin troppo tempo con lui/lei. [matsuhana]

Words: 3999, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Italiano

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Relationships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Aone Takanobu/Futakuchi Kenji, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kunimi Akira, Daishou Suguru/Yamaka Mika, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Hirugami Sachirou/Hoshiumi Kourai, Haiba Lev/Yaku Morisuke

Additional Tags: Jealousy, Flash Fic, Prompt Fic, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rlJSMCx

[shree3redranger]

I honestly wanted to like this story, but this is just bad. It's akin to sniffing a moldy egg casserole from the back of my fridge: a stupid waste of time for something rotten that belongs in the trash.

Now, I hope I have your attention and that you can improve your writing, but that's not why I'm here. I'm sending this message on behalf of my friend (a fun, actual accomplished author and assistant site administrator) Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus.

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[lotusfartstwice]

It’s midday when Shikamaru braves the market place. The crowd bustles with activity and the Nara head regrets sleeping in. He knew he shouldn’t have. The thought was a bad idea from the get go, lit up in neon in his mind’s eye...yet his futon had been so inviting. Just a little sleep. A birthday treat.

Now he was paying the price.

Ugh.

Why did he have to run errands on his birthday anyway?

His mind of course supplies the series of events that lead to his current situation. Of course. His brain can’t just shut the hell up for one goddamn second.

He feels the small hand in his tighten their hold on his.

Ah.

At least he had company for his errands.

Shikadai’s attention was on his surroundings, bright intelligent eyes taking everything in.

Shikamaru loved watching his son. The little guy was growing up so fast and with it growing up to be so smart.

Then again, Shikadai was his son after all.

He smiles down at the little guy and they continue their little trip through the market place.

--

It’s when they’re finishing up that Shikamaru realizes his son had an ulterior motive to accompanying him to the market.

Pressed against the shiny capsule gacha machines was Shikadai, looking at each one with stars in his eyes. He was probably calculating and weighing his options on which machine to stick his money into.

Aw well. Shikamaru could hardly fault the kid. He had been the same way when his mother dragged him around when he was Shikadai’s age. A reward always made such mundane tasks feel worth it.

He feels Shikadai’s little hand tug on his pant leg. “Daddy I can’t reach.” He pointed to the machine he wanted to put his money into.

Shikamaru just feigned exasperation before smiling, leaning down to pick the child up. He leans them over to the requested machine and he watches as Shikadai’s little hand began turning the dial.

Huh.

What kind of a prize would he get?

Shikadai held the capsule with pride then looked at his father with a smile. “Happy birthday, daddy.”

“Ah...?”

He pushes the capsule closer to his face.

“For me?“ He honestly hadn’t expected that.

Shikadai nods.

A balancing act has to be achieved as he continues to hold his son and groceries somehow.

He opens the capsule and inside is...jewelry?

Oh...a ring? Well, it was an awkward size to wear on one’s finger. It could work as a bracelet for Shikadai’s little wrists.

“You like it, daddy?”

Shikamaru beamed. “I love it.”

Shikadai’s face lit up, pleased that his father liked his gift.

--

When they return home, Shikamaru ties a piece of leather around the ring.

 He wears it then shows his son the new accessory. “Whatcha think?”

Shikadai gave a thumbs up.

Shikamaru grinned and returned the thumbs up.

Definitely one of the best birthday presents he had ever received.

[deathon1leg]

if you’ve been reading my byler fic Boys Don’t Cry and read chapter 3 before today (8/28/22) please reread the end of it before you continue !! i added 1k+ words (of something i forgot to add before bc brain shart) you’ll wanna see to keep up with the plot going forward :)

edited portion starts at “Will’s never going to forget that face” near the end of chap 3!

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Me: Yeah, I wrote [this fic] and [that fic].

@the-fluffiest-artist : THAT WAS YOU?????

[citrusitonit]

I SPENT LONG TIME SMN IN SMEONES ASKS WRITING A LITTLE FIC AND WHEN I SEND FIRST POST SAID "im taking break from asks" IM SO SOREY POOPOOPEEPEE FARTY DAWG U DOGNT GOTTA POST IT JUST READ IT AT URG OWN LEISURE 💀💀💀 RAHHHHH THGIS EMBARASZIGN