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[cloudcountry]

future yuuka oneshot future yuuka oneshot

The chair next to you scrapes against the floor as Yuuka lets out a soft sigh, sitting down next to you as Grim rubs up against your leg. Your arm tenses up as she drags her nails down your forearm, leaning on her elbow as she gazes at you.

“You look lovely today, sweetness.” she hums, a smug grin on her face as you shudder.

“Hello, Yuuka.” you say, voice shaky as you fumble with the page of the textbook in front of you. She laughs and flicks the page over with her gloved finger, and you feel your face grow hot at your foolishness.

“Hello yourself.” she scoots closer, and out of the corner of your eye you see Grim jump up on her thighs and curl up in a little, sleepy ball.

What you wouldn’t give to be that damn cat right now.

[kawareo]

You ever noticed that Cazador apparently visits Flymm's Cobblers?

Little promo for new chapter for my prequel fic Unsaved :)

[hyuckmov]

haechan — don't let me go (multiverse x soulmates fic) | teaser

full fic genre: fluff, angst, smut, soulmates / multiverse au, slice-of-life est wc: 10k+ a/n: this fic is for my 1 year anniversary of having this account and a love letter to my stories :) had this idea in my head for awhile now and thought i should put it here to let you all know i'm thinking about it!

"have we met before?"

yes, haechan thinks to himself. again, and again, and again. he's met you in corridors leading nowhere, a face blurred with shadows in a screaming crowd. he knows you from confessions in dimly lit bedrooms, tender truths bathed in moonlight. he could map your body with his eyes closed, could still feel the brush of your hands on his skin, the weight of your body against his chest.

"no," he answers. not like this.

or: in which haechan has to keep the greatest secret he's ever had — which is that he was always made to love you.

[bitternace]

manos al aire

[ID: two mixed media images with a digital drawing of strelitzia from kingdom hearts. The background is a photo taken of a purple-blue sky with clouds illuminated ochre, purple and gold by a sunset (taken by ao3 user captainroxas). It's set in a square and two other rectangular sections, the rest is transparent.

On the right of the image, Strelitzia, is shown from the hip up, in her union x outfit, leaning slightly forward. Her body faces the right as she turns her face to the left. Her expression is worried, and mouth slightly open. Light hits her side as she puts her right hand to her chest, fingers resting on the purple stone of her necklace. The second image is a close-up of her face. /End ID.]

[mavlepine]

strewn petals sneak peek !

hey ! i'm writing my very first fic right now , it's going to be about a daughter of demeter pining after percy and then she starts to cough up flowers :)

currently about 1.3 k words through , and im adding infographics and visual elements into the story as well !

i got this idea from @anakinniesluv -> post here

[divineatrophy]

“You’re staring at me, Daniel,” Armand points out from where he sits across from him at the dining room table. It comes out offhandedly. He is staring. Fuck. For how long? Hard to say. At least a few minutes. All Daniel can think to say is: “so?” Weird answer. The corners of Armand’s mouth pinch as a scowl flickers across his features and, bond or no bond, Daniel gets the distinct feeling that he wishes he could stick his hand into Daniel’s brain and yank the answers out of it. His expression smooths over a heartbeat later. “By all means, continue,” he says blandly, and he makes sure that Daniel can see him roll his eyes.

chapter 5: date night! for some people!

[paganwitchisis]

NEW WIP PREVIEW

Summary: Due to unforeseen circumstances, Astarion is turned into a small child again! Tav and the gang have to figure out how to help the tyke while taking care of him. Things aren't all sunshine and rainbows as trouble finds them. Set after Cazador’s demise in Act 3. Spawn Astarion.

This is still being proofread and edited so it isn't ready for release yet. Expect hilarity in this fanfic :) I hope there are people interested in this kind of story

[fuzybby]

>_< sneak peak

[staghunters]

spooky jackie wips are sooooo back baby!!

[best-titan-7274]

in which jack continues to be a bit fucked up emotionally

“It’s okay,” Jack says. His voice shakes. His hands do too, but he can curl them into fists, try to feel like he’s not losing his grip, even as his nails, bitten short as they are, dig crescents into his palm. “It’s just a dream, I’ll be okay.” 

He says it to himself, as much as he says it to BT. Trying to convince them both. It’s not working on him, so he doubts it’s working on BT. 

“Your vitals are elevated,” BT says. 

“I know.” 

“I can call for medical assistance. I believe protocol requires it.” 

“No, don’t do that,” Jack hisses at him. 

There’s silence, besides his own panting breaths and pounding heart. Gradually, both things slow, until he feels… well, he can’t say he feels normal. But he feels empty and stretched, instead of vibrating with panic, and right now, he’s all right with that. 

“Pilot– Jack– are you all right?” 

He swears he hears Lastimosa’s voice in BT’s. 

He sits up, and lets out a breath, and slumps back down. Nobody can hear him in the cockpit, so it’s safe to talk. But no matter how much he knows that, it doesn’t feel right, he can’t just dump all this on BT without permission. It would be rude. It would… it would show how bad he really is. 

“Jack?” 

“I thought I wouldn’t be scared any more with you back, but I keep thinking of how easy it was to lose you the first time.” 

The words come out in a rush, and he scuffs his wrist across his cheek. He’s not sure if he’s crying from stress or shame or both or neither – but he’d give anything to make it stop. His body doesn’t listen to him. Guess it’s just that kind of night.

[fieryphrazes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: MASH (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: B. J. Hunnicutt/Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce Characters: B. J. Hunnicutt, Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, emphasis on the fluff, Insomnia, Mental Health Issues, Sleeping Together, Protective B. J. Hunnicutt Summary:

“Where do you go?” BJ asked quietly, sounding like he didn’t expect an answer. Hawkeye sighed and burrowed back into BJ, into the steady warmth and softness of him. “I love you,” Hawkeye finally said, hoping it made up for everything else that came along with him.

It's 3 a.m., and Hawkeye can't sleep.

[ponder-the-orb]

Preview: Moonlit quiet

Preview of my upcoming Aylin x Isobel fic.

Aylin’s look softens as she continues to work. They both know she could dissipate the armour with but a thought, she had so enough times when the heat between them called for it. She stays still for now, letting Isobel ground herself in the ritual, the feel of the metal, of her angel’s fingers against her. Her worship belongs to Selûne, but true devotion– that will forever be for Aylin. It’s a thought that borders on blasphemy, but it would taste a lie to deny it. There’s no careful composure or rehearsed words needed. It’s something aching, intimate– pleasure and want so desperately pressed into each other with shaking hands and parted lips.

It’s a task unto itself not to push her down onto the bed and ravish her with such devotion right now. Gods-knows she wants to. It would be so easy to lose herself in Aylin until dawn dared intrude on them, but she knows her mind would still be adrift in the dark.

There are words to be said first. Ones that have been sitting in her chest for years.

***

This was supposed to be like 300 words... when will I learn.

Coming tomorrow!

[oldfashionedmorphine]

hi! happy sunday everyone! here’s more snippets of:

on the same frequency

-.-. .... .- .--. - . .-. / ....-

December 25, 1995

“But… ten years is a long time—I… I haven’t even known you for ten years yet.”

Shit. The thought hadn’t even occurred to him—that Will had already been gone for longer than the years they had together. And it makes him sick to think about it—how little time they had. Especially when some of his earliest memories of Will were so fuzzy now. And then thinking about just how young Will was when he died—only three months shy from turning fifteen. It just wasn’t fair.

December 26, 1985

And with that thought, Will sets his half eaten bowl of cereal down on the counter and without hesitation he runs out back to the shed where his mother kept a rifle—grabbing it off the wall and then sets it on the workbench while he searches around for a box of ammunition. Once he finds it, he loads it up with a pair of shaky hands, and then cautiously returns to the house. Will locks the back door and then double checks the front door too, and for good measure he ensures that all the windows are locked with the curtains drawn as well. To say he was paranoid was an understatement. But even though everything was secured and he was now armed, he still felt vulnerable. Maybe it was just his anxiety talking, but there was an eeriness in being all alone. And if not for the ticking of the clock on the wall in the living room, the house would be dead silent, which didn’t help his nerves at all.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick…

🎶 a song from chapter four 🎶

rating: mature

tags: alternate universe, not canon compliant, major character death, grief/mourning, ptsd, blood and injury, supernatural elements, time shenanigans, butterfly effect, thriller, angst with a happy ending

release date: 11/26/2023

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[tavyliasin]

Astarion Fan Zine Preview!

Delighted to share a little preview of what I've cooked up for @astarion-fanzine - Spawn!Astarion finds Kar'niss in the underdark, and...well, you'll have to find out what happens when the Zine releases~ There are so many wonderful works going in here and I am so honoured to be a part of it, there's so much immense talent in our community~

[ae-azile]

The Non-Newtonian Newborn Preview: Chapter 3

Chay estimates he has about 45 more minutes until Achara gets hungry and needs to be fed. While he doesn't want to keep her from that, he wants to spend more time with her. This was his way of giving Kim a break, but he wishes that break could be longer.

He wishes Kim had his pump already.

Maybe he can do that, get a pump and a suitable nursing bag so Kim can have it stocked in case he needs to take the baby out. Or in case Chay watches her again. She's so cuddly and sweet, despite being so young. Chay feels comfort when he holds her. He also feels inspiration. Music hasn't felt the same since everything went down with Kim. Every time he touches his guitar, he either immediately puts it back down or comes up with something super morose. But for some reason, he wants to play it now so he can write a song for her, like a lullaby-

Chay’s thoughts come to a halt when he feels something hit his leg. He takes his eyes off Achara for a second to look towards his left, tilts his head in confusion at the sight of the appearing guitar, then looks back at the baby.

“Did you do that?” Chay asks. Achara gurgles happily in response. He should be more freaked out by this. What if she can read minds? Sometimes Chay has thoughts that babies have no business reading. But at the same time, teleporting his guitar to him is so thoughtful of her. He had been thinking of wanting to play it and come up with something for her and she was sweet enough and powerful enough to teleport it over.

She's so cute.

“Okay,” Chay says, then puts her on the blanket in front of him, “Be patient with me. I’m probably a little rusty.”

Achara just kicks her foot once and gives him a smile. She really is ahead of her milestones. Smiling, advanced arm and leg movement, teleporting, possibly reading minds.

He really hopes she isn't like Renesmee and ages super fast. Chay wants her to stay a baby for as long as possible. Not forever, of course, but for the amount of time babies should stay babies since-

Chay is pulled from his thoughts once more when Achara makes a cooing noise. He takes it as a hint and gets to work. At first, he feels like nothing is good enough. But when he takes a short break, tickles Achara’s belly, and looks into her eyes, something clicks and he is able to pick up the guitar again. The music pours out of him. When he comes up with the perfect tune, the lyrics pop into his head as well.

As for a notebook and pencil, they both fall on his head.

“We are gonna need to talk about not reading people’s minds all the time!” Chay chides as he wiggles her foot. Achara giggles with delight. While the sound is just as much music to his ears as the previous chords he played on the guitar, it still worries him enough to make him pick up his phone.

When do babies start giggling?

The search results vary. Some of the sources say it could happen as early as one month old, and some say it could happen as late as six or seven months old, with most saying it happens around three to four months old. But when he looks up pictures of babies of each age, Achara looks younger than them. He starts searching for babies even younger than that. If Chay had to make an absolutely uneducated guess, he would put her with the babies around a week old or even just a few days old. But what she does and how she looks really don't match.

It's confusing. Concerning, but Chay doesn't want to think about it right now. He should write this song for her since that is something she clearly wants him to do too. So that's what he does. He switches back and forth on music and writing and asks for her opinion on certain decisions. Chay has determined that happy coos mean “That is an incredible artistic decision” while silence means “You can do better”.

He's about halfway satisfied with what he has come up with when there is a knock on the door. Before Chay can get up to check who it is and unlock it, the deadbolt clicks and the door swings open, only to reveal Kim.

“Telekinesis too?” Chay asks her. Achara lets out a happy sound, then redirects her attention to her father.

“You didn't unlock the door yourself, did you?” Chay asks suspiciously, “Like, you didn't pick the lock or anything?”

Kim shakes his head, “I had no reason to do something like that, considering you're in here. Why?”

Chay lets out a sigh and looks down at the baby, “She can do more than just teleport, I think. When you knocked, the deadbolt unlocked itself and the door swung open. So she can apparently move things when she wants to. When I was thinking about wanting to write a song for her, she teleported my guitar, notebook, and pencil to me. She can teleport things other than just herself. And how would she know that I wanted to write a song for her unless she could read my mind?”

“You wanted to write a song for her?” Kim asks softly.

That is the thing Kim is most surprised by? Out of literally everything Chay just told him, he is focused on the song and not the newly found telepathy and telekinesis, as well as the established teleportation powers having broader limits than all of them originally thought-

“Can I hear it?”

Chay immediately gives Kim a look, only to wince when he sees the effect it has on Kim. It’s as if Kim is shutting down and closing in on himself. Before, Chay wouldn’t have cared.

That's a lie. He would have cared. He would have perseverated on it. But he would have given an award winning performance of pretending not to care. Now, however, he does care. He feels a jolt of guilt. He may not be ready to play music with or in front of Kim yet. He may never be. But he can still be nice about it. He already told Kim he would support him through this and be his friend.

“It isn't ready yet,” Chay says quietly, which is the truth, “I was getting her input on different lines and chords, so I can write her something that suits her. I…Maybe I’ll let you hear it when it's ready.”

Kim nods and looks away, “...Okay.”

A moment of silence passes between them. It isn't the most comfortable of silences. Chay just doesn't know what he can say to make it more comfortable.

“I should feed her,” Kim says, bending down to pick Achara up, “Thank you for watching her so I could get a little more rest.”

“Did you actually rest though?” Chay asks. While Kim doesn't give him a solid answer on that, Chay can't focus on it anyway. The sight of Kim walking away with the baby to go back to his own suite is making his heart ache.

Why?

“Uh…” Chay starts, quickly getting to his feet when Kim is partly out the door, “Do you need anything else?”

Kim glances back at him and shrugs, “We’re good for now, I think. Why?”

“I…” Chay starts, then clears his throat, “I figured you might need a few necessities. You’ll probably get a lot of stuff at the baby shower Khun is planning, but it's possible you might need stuff before that. If…I don't know. If you want me to pick anything up for you-”

“I do need some things, but I would want to go to make sure it matches with the color scheme and theme I have in my head.”

Chay raises his eyebrows at that, “Color scheme? Theme?”

Kim shifts slightly, “We’ll be staying here for a while, probably. The situation is…strange, at best. Plus, my address was leaked. I want to make sure she is safe. So we’ll probably move into one of the family suites, a three bedroom one so I can have a home studio and a nursery. I have been looking at different things online this morning and I have a rough idea of what I want.”

“Okay,” Chay says agreeably, “So I'm guessing you were on Pinterest for most of the morning, at least whenever you weren't calling and texting to check up on her?”

Kim doesn't give him a solid answer to that question either.

“Would you want to go look for some things together?”

Kim glances down at Achara, “...Yes. But she…I should stay with her.”

“Khun, Kinn, or Hia can watch her.”

“I know, but…” Kim says, then rolls his eyes, “I want to be with her.”

He says it as if the sentiment comes as an annoyance. Maybe for Kim, it is, feeling an attachment so strong that he can't bring himself to let someone watch his baby for a few more hours. But at the same time, it’s understandable that he feels stressed by leaving her with someone else right after picking her up.

“...It's still early,” Chay says, “And a weekday. The stores probably aren't busy. And you have money for those smaller, high-end boutiques. They might be more likely to keep your visit quiet anyway. We could take her with us.”

Kim stares at Chay for a few moments. Chay can't help but wonder if Kim is trying to figure out his angle. The truth is, Chay doesn't have one, not really.

But like Kim, he feels drawn to Achara too. Maybe it's because she is Kim’s, even though that's a strange reason. He has resented Kim for months.

He never stopped loving him though.

“I just need to feed her,” Kim says, “Change her into different clothes.”

“Dress her in something cute,” Chay says, “Khun and Hia got her some really cute clothes yesterday. Do you want me to meet you in your suite in thirty minutes or so?”

“...Okay.”

Despite the answer being hesitant, a small smile is tugging at Kim’s lips. Going by the happy gurgle Achara lets out, Chay has a feeling she is satisfied with the plan too.

Read Chapters 1 & 2 here:

[paganwitchisis]

Chapter 4 "The Price of Freedom" Preview

Here is another part of the upcoming chapter! To recap, read chapter 3 here but this upcoming chapter is smut filled :) The calm before the storm!