#fic: souls on fire

[artemiseamoon]

Souls on fire

A modern Viking au

An old deleted fic going straight to A03

I’ll upload the chapters as I have time, when thr mood strikes. Chapter 1 up now.

📖Read on A03

Summary: When the world went on lockdown in 2020, Marcelle was stuck in her California hotel room. Her ex-fiancé Bjorn invited her to stay with him and his wife at their home in Big Sur. After some hesitation, Marcelle took the offer. As the weeks pass by, the already awkward situation becomes more complex as repressed feelings and sexual longings surface.

Warnings: quarantine and lockdown, marriage issues, cheating, falling in love with someone else, sexual discovery and questioning, angst, sexual themes and situations, infidelity, infertility, anger issues and outburst.

Background: This started as a quarantine writing challenge one-shot, in 2020. Of course, this was not to make light of the situation, writing at that time really helped me and other people get through it, and feel less lonely. This fic was never finished, though I do have an outline for it, including the ending. I deleted it from tumblr twice. Anyway, I'm called back to it after years so here it is after a big revision, to be archived and finished. I will not be cross posting this, the only place to read it is here. I'm not sure how many chapters this will be yet, the new chapter 1 (below) combines the old chapter 1 and 2.

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[artemiseamoon-ficart]

Souls on fire

Moodboard for a deleted story that might be uploaded to A03

Story masterpost (a03 link inside)

If I do start uploading the story to A03, I’ll add a link to this post.

[skadoodle-with-extra-ification]

Inspired by I'm Not Looking for Perfection/I'm Not Offering a Saint by @watcheraurora! This fic is SO GOOD OMG

I read chapter 10 and... Deepfrost Tango in white..... yeah...

ft Jimmy having a crisis and enjoying some cocoa

[i-wish-i-were-softer]

Ozai can be the most terrible parent in the history of parenting but he didn't ignore azula's powers just because she was a girl.

[memethebum]

Here’s me and @alcruid’s entry for Reverb 2024! If you like Hell’s Paradise, murder/gore, Soul going through the horrors, and wacky character interactions check it out hehe

Summary: Soul is sentenced to death but is visited by Maka, a head strong woman from a clan of executioners who offers him the chance to be pardoned.

He and other death row convicts are sent to the lost island to obtain BREW and bring it back to the shogun. In order to prevent escape, each convict is supervised by an executioner from Lord Death’s clan.

Rating/Warnings: M (mild violence, swearing, minor character death)

[frankie-idk]

odesta is such a criminally underrated ship.. like annie as a character is too but they! are! so! perfect!

[creationcitystreet-em]

Me: wow a full weekend off? I can actually study and get some much needed work done!

My brain: what if you reread the entirety of “Where Soul Meets Body” for the first time in like 5+ years and stayed up until 6am doing so instead??

[firedrakegirl]

“I should explain some things to you.” Loki said, before even saying hello.

I looked up at my soulmate, who was standing in my doorway at 9 am on a Saturday. I blinked sleepily at him, then just took his hand and moved back inside the house. I heard the door close behind him as I dragged him over to the couch and pushed him onto it. I grabbed a pillow and blanket from the nest in the corner, plopped the pillow on his lap, then wrapped us both up before snuggling close with my head on his lap. “Too early for truths. Time for snuggles instead, then we can talk later.” I could feel his tension and looked up at him with a soft smile. “Just snuggles. And sleep. I don’t morning.”

He finally relaxed and I felt his fingers move into my hair. I melted as he just scritched my scalp gently, my eyes slipping closed again. “Sleep well, little dragon.”

I woke up later, though I wasn’t sure how much later. My arms were wrapped around his waist and my nose pressed against his stomach. I nuzzled him before pulling back a little. He looked down at me with his green eyes, a gentle smile on his face. “Good morning. Do you feel better now?”

I hummed in agreement, slowly sitting up. “Much. Sorry, I am really not a morning person.”

“I noticed.” He laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, then my forehead, nose, then lips. “I may have been slightly impulsive in coming here without warning. But can I offer you lunch?”

“Is it really lunch time?”

“Well after. It’s 2:15.” He chuckled. 

“I slept another five hours?!” I squeaked, stunned. 

He laughed and pulled me into his lap. “Yes. You slept very deeply.” His arms wrapped around me and he rested his chin on my head. “I couldn’t bear to wake you.”

“You should have. I really didn’t mean to sleep on you for more than an hour.” 

“I don’t mind. I got a book from your shelf and have been quite enjoying the quiet.” He held up the book that was resting on the armrest. “I enjoy Midgardian literature.”

“Well, then we’re gonna have to have book dates.” I grinned, tilting my head to kiss his chin.

“That sounds so nice. But it does bring me back to the reason I came here.”

“I vaguely remember you saying something about needing to explain when you got here? I’m sorry, I don’t really remember.”

“Yes. There’s a lot. May I get us lunch, then I’ll explain everything. I just ask that you save questions for when I’m done talking. Some of it will be very difficult to talk about.”

“Loki, if you’re trying to bribe me with food... yeah, okay, that’s one of the best things to bribe me with, but you don’t have to. I’ll listen to and trust you just because you’re my soulmate. That earns you automatic rights to vent to me or just discuss the past.”

“It will simply be easier to discuss while I have something to do with my hands.”

“And mouth to give you a chance to collect your thoughts and/or emotions?” He hummed in agreement. “Then food sounds great. Why don’t you pick something and I’ll put real clothes on. I’m allergic to crumbly cheeses and tomato intolerant. I’ll let you pick beyond that.” I hugged him tightly and moved off his lap.

“I know we text a lot, but this is our first time seeing each other since the ball.” He pointed out.

“And I straight up kidnapped you into cuddles. Oh my gods, I’m so sorry.”

Loki laughed. “Don’t be. I very much enjoyed it. Did you know you hum in your sleep?”

I let out an embarrassed whine hiding my face in my hands. “At least I don’t sing anymore.”

He positively lit up at that. “You used to sing in your sleep?”

“You. Order food. I’m going to get ready for the day. Then we can talk.” I was absolutely changing the subject and running away but I didn’t need to distract from the reason he’d come over. It had nothing to do with my embarrassment.

When I came out a bit later, wearing real clothes instead of pjs and having taken care of my morning ablutions. Loki was just opening the door to grab our food from the delivery person. I grabbed plates and silverware and set them on the coffee table. He was clearly nervous as we set up the meal together. Once we sat down, I filled my plate and turned to face him, making sure my knee was pressing against his leg to offer comfort.

“Want some small talk before we get started?”

“I’d rather just get into it.” Loki sighed, picking at his food before looking at me.

“Go for it sweetheart. My lips are sealed except for eating.” I rested my hand on his leg.

“Thank you.” He looked at his food while he gathered his thoughts. “So. I’ve known I was adopted since I was a child. My blood is actually a different color than the Aseir or humans, who have the same color red for some reason. Mine is actually more of a... magenta I think is the closest color. Not hugely noticeable with large injuries, but when you, say, fall off the bed while wrestling your brother after lights out and skin your elbow... the difference is clear.” He took a bite of pasta, clearly contemplating what to say next. “Half of what happened when Thor was coronated was orchestrated. I... we were not expecting the level of treason, especially from those who committed it. Those individuals are kept under close watch now. We knew we were being watched by someone outside the Nine and needed a way to... monitor that situation. I am trusted enough that I was permitted to plan the falling out.” Loki looked uncomfortable. “I did not plan for actual war to be declared nor the treason. I had to go to extremes to protect my people and lost my mind more than a little in the process.”

I ate my food quietly as I listened before I reached over to take his hand as he spoke. I remained quiet, per his request, but I ached to comfort him. He squeezed my hand before leaning over to press a kiss to my forehead.

“Thank you darling.” He seemed to settle a little and took another deep breath before continuing. “I made a very bad decision and Thor had to break the Bifrost in order to stop the consequences. I fell, despite Thor and Father trying to catch me. We... We finally found out who was plotting against us. I offered an alliance, which would allow me to find out more information that I could give back to my family.” Pain was clear in his eyes. “Thanos, the Mad Titan, agreed, and then immediately turned around and started torturing me. I lost track of much, including myself. Then he used the Mind Stone to force me to attack Earth.” He refused to meet my eyes, just pushing his food around the plate. “I was unable to break free until the Hulk threw me around like a ragdoll.”

He looked so lost and my heart was breaking for him. Rather than doing what I really wanted it, I gathered a forkful of food and held it up to him. He needed to eat. Loki chuckled and took the bite of food. “Thank you.” He went back to looking at his food and pushing it around the plate. “I made a lot of bad decisions while under Thanos’ influence. I hurt a lot of people, my family included. We have spoken and made up, yet the guilt still remains as I did hurt them badly.” He seemed lost in thought while he spoke. “I did spend time in a cell on Asgard as not even princes are above the law. That meant that when the dark elves invaded, they did believe I was disliked and I was able to trick them. Thor’s plan to protect his beloved did not go as well as any of us would like.” He rubbed his chest where I’d seen the massive scar at the ball. “Mother was stabbed, though she did survive. Father’s anger clouded his vision. Lady Darcy weakening and coming so close to dying had Thor reaching for drastic measures. Still, I did my best to help him. We traveled to Svartalfheim, the realm of the Dark Elves as you would call them, and were able to save the Lady Darcy’s life. Do you know that she kicked me in the groin when we met again on Asgard?” He grinned at that. “She is so good for Thor.”

I grinned back at him, absolutely in agreement. She didn’t take any shit, but also supported and loved him through everything.

“Anyway, the battle was far too close, and there was far too much at stake. I ended up making the sacrifice play, as you mortals call it. I genuinely thought I was going to die when the Kursed impaled me after I impaled it. And Thor nearly sacrificed the Nine to stay with me.” He sighed and ate another bite of food, still not making eye contact. “I believe that gets you up to date?” I just looked at him, waiting for permission to speak. He laughed and kissed my forehead. “Yes, you may talk now. Thank you, darling, for listening.”

“I will always listen to you when you need it.” I promised him, taking his hand and leaning up to kiss him gently. “Now, it sounds like a bunch of impossible circumstances, so there were probably not any good options. So don’t beat yourself up about it. Let’s talk about something else for a while and give you a chance to calm down. This hasn’t changed me wanting to get to know you, my soulmate, or wanting to love you.” I assured, and I watched tension leave his shoulders. “And once you’re done eating, I think we should take advantage of being here together and spend some time together. Do you wanna ask me questions, since you just gave me a run down of your history?”

“Can we talk about something... lighter instead?”

“Oh absolutely!” I hummed, thinking. “You like to read, right? Let’s talk books?”

He ate the last bite of his food and pulled me into his lap, squeezing me like a teddy bear. “Thank you, darling.”

[ssmhhh]

basically this is the tip of the iceberg that is a whole sprawling thesis in by brain of why katniss and gale should pay for their crimes and that these two were done dirty by everyone involved on a level that is quite frankly unprecedented.

[cancerian-woman]

Bonnie saving the twins was such nice moment but damn imagine if somebody said thank you…

[theicarusconstellation]

opening line tag game

thank you @licnheartedd for the tag <3

here’s something from my asoiaf fic centered around sansa and robb, soon may the red wolf howl

Deep within the gutters of a frozen kingdom, miles below the ancient and ravished surface, the old gods begin to stir.

npt: @angel-daydreams @calamitoustide @transsexualpriest @magswrite and anyone else interested

[pennyserenade]

love that cillian murphy wanted to make playlists for the public so badly but that he’s so good at separating himself from the public that he literally had his production company create a spotify account where they upload them for him. obsessed with the idea of him curating these playlists on scraps of paper in his basement

[aquaquadrant]

hey so about your tango torchy fic, while i see what you were going with having torchy represent intrusive thoughts n such. it does kind of come off as torchy being an evil alter voice in his head which is a harmful plural stereotype. intrusive thoughts don't usually have vessels or personas represented by them and all

sorry, i think there’s a misunderstanding? i only put the intrusive thoughts warning just in case ppl could be triggered by reading things like ‘burn it’ or ‘kill him’ ect ect or the fact that tango thought he was hearing things. but in the actual fic, tango isn’t actually imagining anything. he really is hearing fire talking to him, bc he’s part blaze. that’s the concept i was exploring. so like, it’s not actually intrusive thoughts or supposed to be a portrayal of an alter? i just put that warning so anyone who is sensitive abt that stuff would be aware.

if there’s a different way i should phrase it in the warning to be more accurate then that’s fine, i just figured this was the clearest way to warn ppl? cuz like, i didn’t wanna put “content warning: someone thinking he’s hearing voices in his head telling him to burn things and kill ppl but he actually isn’t, it’s real.” ya know?

[giggly-squiggily]

*me double checking that Fire Force is still on your fandoms list bc it's been a minute and a half*

YEEET REQUESTS!! I'm so excited to see them open again! Also I really hope you're hanging in there. I've been thinking of you as you go through this difficult time, my friend. 💖

*drumroll* OK OK so I've been having serious Fire Force brainrot this past week (I really gotta rewatch it, I love that show 🔥), so I come to you with a humble request for lee!shinra and ler!tamaki (the lucky lecher lure gal, bc I always get her and maki mixed up 😅)

I don't have a ton of specifics but the general idea is that Shinra absolutely cannot function when she tickles him; he gets so flustered he doesn't know whether to fight back or just let it happen 😂 (though I do hc that he would at least be coherent enough to cover his eyes in case her lure kicks in to protect her modesty, which only makes him more vulnerable to tickles and - you get the idea 😈)

Only if you want, as always, my friend! Can't wait to see what you do with this prompt if you decide to take it!! AND HAPPY FALLLLL I'M SO EXCITED FOR COOLER WEATHER!! 🍂🍂🍂

AHH NYM! *running jump hug* I'm so glad to hear from you! :D And with a Fire Force request HELLO? *squeals* God I haven't written for these guys in so long; this was so refreshing and lovely! (And girl SAME!!! It's their hair I swear- they both have the same dark put up look and face akljrekarjkejrj)

Oh my god Lee!Shinra my BELOVED! I've gotcha covered, girl! (got a little shippy at the end whoops! My hopeless romantic side; it gets the best of me lols) This was so fun to write, and I hope you like it! :D (AND YES LETS GO FALL!!!!)

In Shinra’s defense- it was a total accident.

“AH!” Tamaki screamed, arms shooting up to cover herself as she was splashed with water. She had been leaving her prayer session with Iris when she crashed into Shinra carrying a water pitcher.

“I’m so sorry! Here!” Facing away, Shinra yanked off his shirt, offering it to Tamaki.

“Why are you stripping?” She squealed, flushing as red as he did.

“I’m not! I’m trying to be a hero!” He cried back, still refusing to look. When he felt his shirt being taken and heard the sound of her pulling it on, he dared a peek. “Sorry, Tamaki…”

“It’s fine- I’m covered.” She sighed, pulling at the hem of his shirt. It was so big on her- falling mid thigh. At least the bottom of her prayer robes were dry. “Thank you. That would have been an awkward walk back.”

“Hm!” Shinra nodded, still looking rather flustered. A tense silence passed over them both, both too awkward to say anything. “Well- I better go! Um- keep the shirt! Bye!”

“Huh-Wait, Shinra-!” But he was already booking it away, leaving Tamaki standing on her own.

~~~

“And now he won’t even talk to me! It’s not like he really saw anything!” Tamaki groaned at the desk, poking at her lunch. It had been a few days since the lecher incident, and Shinra had been avoiding her like the plague. Anytime they crossed paths, he’d go bright red and give her a wide girth of space-avoiding her eyes.

It reminded her of the kids back at school. The old wound ached in painful memory.

“Hm…that is strange. Shinra never acted like that before.” Iris nodded around her spoonful of pudding, looking thoughtful. “Did he say anything else before running off?”

“Nothing I haven’t told you already.” Tamaki sank further, drooping with gloom. “I just want things to go back to normal. And to give him back his shirt.” It was tucked away in her room, folded and pressed. “He probably got tired of being polite and doesn’t want to take a chance with me anymore.”

“That’s not true! You know he’s not that kind of guy.” Maki reassured, reaching out and taking Tamaki’s hand. “You two just need to talk, that’s all. Put your guards down and just come out with how you’re feeling about each other!”

“Come out with…” Tamaki blinked, then she flushed bright pink, dropping her chopsticks. “What-wait, wait- Huh?”

“Too soon?” Maki shared a look with Iris, smiling a tad sheepishly.

“They’ll figure it out.” Iris stole Tamaki’s chopsticks before nipping a bite of her lunch.

~~~

“Feeling about each other?” Tamaki mused on her walk back to the bunks, shaking her head. Maki was in la la land again- she had to be! Why else would she ask such a question…

As if sensing her thoughts, Shinra appeared before her, eyes downcast in his own thoughts. He looked up just as she did. “Ah! Tamaki! Eh- hey!” He yelped, face red as he looked anywhere but her for an escape.

That’s it. Enough is ENOUGH.

“Oh no- you’re not running away from me!” Tamaki declared, more pissed off than flustered. Without really thinking about it, she charged at him, tackling him into the ground. “Talk to me! Why are you being so weird?”

“T-Tamaki! Let me up!” Shinra had his head turned all the way up, refusing to look back down. “I can’t-”

“What? You can’t be my friend anymore?” Anger curled into hurt, her voice cracking some halfway. “You’re done with me because of the lecher lure?”

“What? No- Not at all!” Shinra looked back at her, panic replacing his nerves. “Tamaki, that’s not it-”

“Then tell me!” She cried, returning to anger. “Tell me what the problem is!”

Shinra opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He looked like a fish out of water, the words stuck in his throat as he helplessly looked anywhere and everywhere but her. “I….I can’t say.”

“Why not?” She glared.

“Cause…cause it’s embarrassing!” He covered his face with both hands, flopping back into the ground. “You’ll hate me.”

“....” Tamaki stared at him. Then- without warning, she grabbed his sides, squeezing.

“AH! Ahehehehehhehe!” Shinra arched at the touch, giggling. “T-Tahahahamki!”

“I don’t hate you- I don’t think I could ever hate you.” She nodded, feeling rather ruffled. “And I don’t care how embarrassing it is- I want to know! It’s the least you can do after all that time ignoring me!”

“I’m sohoohooohhrry! I prohohohohmise it’s nohohohot you!” He cackled, hands covering his face as he kicked and squirmed. “Whehehehell it kihihiihihinda ihiihiihihs? Ahehahahahahha Tahahahhamahahahahki!”

“Which one is it? Is it me or is it not me?” Normally she’d be more irritated by such mixed signals, but Shinra was talking to her again- well; laughing with her anyway. She scritched her nails along his belly and waist, giggling when he squealed. “For a hero, you’re sure bad at talking about yourself. Out with it!”

“AHehahahahahhahhahaha! Noohohohooho, dohoohohohohn’t tihihihihihickle me thehehehehhere!” Shinra’s hands shot to hers, stopping midway. “Nohohoohooho fhahahhahahhair!”

“Too scared to touch me? Afraid you’re gonna get burned?” She teased, squeezing along the underside of his ribs and making him scream. “Fine by me- I get to keep tickling you! Now- TALK!”

“Iihiihihihiihi cahahahhahahn’t! He squealed, face flushed a pretty pink. “TahahhamakIHIHIHIIHII!”

“I’m waiting~” She had switched over to his legs, squeezing his knees with both hands. “You know- cats do this.” She began kneading his upper thighs, further driving him wild. “Talk to me or I’m going for your feet!”

“TAHAHHAHAMKI NOHOHOOHOHOHOOOO!” He howled, punching the ground repeatedly as he thrashed about. Tamaki wasn’t bluffing- she’d absolutely go for his worst spot. “PLEAHHAHAHHASE MEHEHEHEHRCY!”

“Are you gonna talk?” She gave him a small break, stretching out until she was pinning his legs with her body, flicking off a sandal. “Or are we gonna have to get serious?” To further her point, she shaped her hand into a cat paw with her pyrokinesis. Her trademark trick- Shinra was gonna DIE. “Last chance.”

Shinra gasped for air, hands covering his face as he tried to compose himself. The words rattled his ribs, desperate to be heard, but it was just too, too much! “Tamaki…”

“Hm.” Was all she said at his tone. Then her cat paw attacked.

“AH!” Shinra couldn’t speak- he couldn’t think. He couldn’t really do anything at that moment. The second those fiery claws touched- warm and fluffy despite what they were made of- he was racked with ticklishness all throughout his body. It was like she’d found the one bundle of nerves that activated the rest- making every tickle spot on him burst to life. “AHEHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!”

“Wow- and I thought you were bad without the claws.” Tamaki mused with an impish grin, delighted. Shinra was a mess, flailing behind her like a fish out of water as he guffawed. His face was getting redder- and his smile; normally a nervous tick- looked so real and genuine it made her stop breathing for a moment.

Stop breathing…Oh sh- “Shinra! You okay?” She stopped, remembering that air was kinda necessary to live. Upon ending her tickles, Shinra curled into himself, hiccups breaking up his giggle fits as he twitched in tickly residue. 

“Ahehehehe…hehehhee…I’m ohohokay. Nothing to wohohorry about..” He reassured her, easing her worry. When he could breathe normally again, he rolled onto his back, covering his face with a hand. “Sorry…”

“Huh? Why are you apologizing? I was the one tickling you to near death.” Tamaki shook her head- then paused. “Oh wait- this is the earlier thing, right?”

“Yeah. I…” Shinra dropped his hand as he willed himself to look at her. “I’m about to tell you something…and I don’t know how you’re gonna react, but please hear me out.”

“Okay…?”

“Right. So…erm.” Shinra seemed to shake, mouth pressed into a thin line as he willed the words front and center. To her surprise, he seemed rather flushed- a new shade of pink coloring his already hot cheeks. “The reason I’ve been avoiding you…it’s erm..my shirt.”

“....huh?” That was it? “But- you lent it to me! If you just wanted it back-”

“No! No- that’s not- that’s not it.” Shinra quickly cut in, flushing even more. “God, why is this so hard to say? I…I don’t know what happened, but when I saw you standing there in it…something kinda clicked.” Shinra sat up, looking at his hands as he spoke. “I erm…I…”

Tamaki blinked at him, taking it in. Then her eyes grew wide, cheeks warming as the realization hit her. “Shinra…are you confessing?”

Shinra seemed to flush more, but then he nodded.

Put your guards down and just come out with how you’re feeling about each other!

She internally apologized to Maki for doubting her intuition.

“I guess I am…I’ve er- kinda liked you for a while now. I figured at first it was just us bonding, but then I started seeing, you know? How you light up when we decide to get something good to eat, or how you never give up on your ambitions and goals to get stronger. How you sing to yourself when you’re cleaning up or cooking, and how you always play with your hair when you’re in mid-thought. I just…” Shinra shook his head, smiling a small but real smile. “I realized when I looked at you in my T-Shirt: ‘Wow. I’m falling for this girl.’

But then I panicked and ran cause…yeah.” Shinra chuckled sheepishly, finally looking her in the eye. “I’m not…entirely sure what I’m doing here. I’m probably gonna mess up a hundred times over before I get it right, and I’m sorry if I do. But…if you’d have me, I’d like to be more than friends, Tamaki.”

More than friends…Be still, her beating heart. Looking at Shinra, hearing him speak in that soft voice- the voice he seemed only to reserve for her she realized now, her vision grew blurred. Shinra’s nervous smile grew panicked at her tears, but before he could do anything, Tamaki threw herself into his arms, knocking them both over once more.

“You’re so stupid, Shinra.” She said against his chest, no malice in her voice. “Of course I’d have you.” She sat up, gathering her own courage. “You’re the first real person that didn’t shy away or avoided me- not with the lure, and not when everything was said and done. You saved me more times than you’ve realized. You’re my hero, Shinra. If you’d have me…I’d like that too.”

Shinra seemed to stop breathing. Then he was smiling, really- truly smiling. “Tamaki…” He brushed his thumb over her cheek, cupping her face as his other fingers played with the loose strands of her hair. She leaned down to kiss him-

“Devil! Lady Tamaki- what are you two doing at this hour?” Arthur’s cry of surprise sent Tamaki stumbling, crashing into Shinra’s chest. Amazingly enough, her lure didn’t kick in. A small blessing in a mess of flustered moments.

“Arthur, could you PLEASE not shout? You’ll wake the Lieutenant!” Shinra growled, helping Tamaki up before turning to his roommate.

“Apologies- a knight king as myself must always make sure his kingdom is safe.” If he caught on, Arthur didn’t say- but there was something a bit knowing in that smile of his. “My energy bar is running low- I must recharge. Good evening.” With that, he turned on his heels, disappearing back into the room.

“Odd as ever.” Shinra laughed, shaking his head. Tamaki snorted in her hand, just as amused. “Still- we better call it a night here; who knows who we’ve woken up with our antics.” Shinra swung their hands together before leaning in, pressing a kiss against Tamaki’s cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Sounds good. Goodnight, hero.” Tamaki squeezed his hand in return before letting him go, making her way back to her own room. Shinra signed in content, leaning into the wall beside him.

“So the devil does have a weakness.” Arthur’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, startling him. “Two weaknesses. Good to know.”

“Why you- GET OVER HERE!”

Thanks for reading! :D

[elphaels]

But then she turns, regarding you again, and her face is kind and pitying. Your stomach churns at the sight of it.

And she says; “‘Tis an honour, to be chosen a Lord Seeker. A chance again at life, repurposed into a vessel for the greater good. Ashen One, wouldst thou ever think to yearn for more?”

You watch her, silent and still, your shock gone as quickly as steam from a half-smithed sword, with an ambivalent, careworn despair quickly taking its place.

And when you are unable to find that initial reaction you’d wanted from her, the understanding you wished she’d shown to your plight, you look away, numb, back towards the bonfire.

It crackles and hisses, spluttering ash against your feet. Frivolous, worthless ash, unfit to contribute to the smouldering flame.

You do not reply, and the Fire Keeper doesn’t seem to mind.

Kind of forgot I had this blog. Can I interest anyone in miserable Ashen One existentialism

[blackwood4stucky]

WIP Game ♡

rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence / excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Tagged by @gyokujyn 🩶

My word is TWIST

Snippets below the cut...

T - snippet from do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart (chapter 2)

The moon was quite full as he gazed into the sky. It was weird though. There was a peculiar crimson tint to that ball of light. It was in this moonlight that his skin seemed to itch less and that the burning decreased to a simmer. He became aware of that beloved aroma of peaches and spiced rum then. It made him turn toward the apartment across the way. He could see through the glass of an open window and into a room that almost mirrored his own. In it was Bucky lying prone on his bed looking directly at him. There was glimmer in his eyes that had Steve tripping over his feet to get across the space between them. He knew that look. Never had he been so grateful for the apartment between his and Bucky’s. It was just high enough that he could use it cross the distance whenever he felt the urge to visit with Bucky. He felt that urge often. He only used the front door to be respectful of his best friend’s parents. The simmer beneath his skin, that was steadily building at the look in Bucky’s eyes, had him caring very little about the proper way of doing things now.           With the crimson light shining down on him from the moon, Steve stole across the distance that separated him from his Bucky. He crept through the window and almost groaned at the overwhelming scent that made up Bucky in bloom. Taking in his surroundings, he noticed the bowl of bone broth sitting on the bedside table. The low whines coming from the bed are what made him scramble over. “Stevie.” Bucky’s voice was reedy with want.

W - this is an untitled fic that came to me while working on venom!steve

What if the asset kidnaps Steve during the great search for Bucky Barnes...

That's all I've got on that so far lmfao

I - snippet from those that live between sunset and moonrise from the blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin series

          “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” The sound of the vampire’s chuckles scent shivers down his spine, Bucky valiantly tried to keep his body from betraying him but failed. He could only be grateful that the blond didn’t comment on it.           “I asked if you were all right.” The vampire was still clutching his hand. The way those cool fingers felt lightly caressing the burns caused even more slick to leak into his pants. Bucky was too outdone with his body’s responses. Never has he ever had such a strong reaction like this to anyone. “That seems like quite the burn.”           “It— it doesn’t hurt too bad,” Bucky said, internally berating himself for stuttering.            “So, Dr. Barnes—           “How do you know my name?” He questioned the vampire, hastily stepping back only to collide with the table, dropping his bag in the process.           “You’re wearing your Isipho Industries badge,” the blond said steadying him. “I’ve got to say, I’m surprised to see they hired anyone on, are you new?”           “Hardly,” Bucky scoffed as he put more space between the two of them, the tome in his bag momentarily forgotten on the ground. “I’ve been working at II for about a few years now.”           “Ahh, I must be out of touch then. I recently moved back to the city and haven’t really caught up on any affairs from the professional world just yet.”           “You live here too?”           A wry grin pulled at the corners of Steve’s lips as he nodded. “Yeah, I’m in Flatbush.”           “Oh,” Bucky smiled nervously in return. “I’m over there too.”           Steve hummed in surprised. “I’m really intrigued now, an omega witch in Flatbush. A scientist at II no less. They’re such an exclusive company, one of my colleagues applied for a position but was turned down in favor for someone else.”           “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Did they find another job?” Bucky asked.           “They did, and they’re very happy at Pym Tech.”           “That’s good then.” Bucky looked past his vampire companion to see Jack eyeing the two of them suspiciously and sighed. Jack was a nosy sonovabitch and he wouldn’t put it past the guy to say anything to the coven about what he saw today. The last thing he needed was a chance meeting with a random vampire out in the open to be hot gossip straight off the press.           “I was wondering, would you mind indulging my curiosity by joining me for lunch?”           Bucky was taken aback by the question. He couldn’t quite believe that a vampire was asking a witch out like this. It was unheard of, and in public no less. It was against certain outdated rules that he didn’t bother to heed, but definitely didn’t think he would have a chance to break. The smile that graced the blond’s features wasn’t menacing but it did promise many things that the slick pooling in his underwear and his omega hindbrain definitely liked the idea of. He could even see a hint of sharp teeth as they peeked from the vampire’s lips.           “I have plans, sorry.” He looked down at his watch and thanked his lucky stars that his lunch break truly was nearly over. “I’m late for them now, actually. If you’ll excuse me.”           He was about to reach down and pick up the tome when the vampire beat him to it. The blonde handed it to him and, for a moment, their hands touched. Looking up, he could see the blond tense his jaw before putting his hand in his pocket. Bucky could have sworn that he saw something on the vampire’s palm and quirked his brow in question. Before he could attempt to ask, the blond produced a business card. It read Dr. Steven Grant Rogers with an impressive list of letters behind his name.           “I’ll see you around, Dr. Barnes.”

S - snippet from the burning embers of a dying world series prequel aka stucky dune au

Steve stands at the cliff’s edge, witnessing the ships rising from the crystalline waters of Vanaheim and into the starry skies, he can’t help but think of a time when life was much simpler.

T - snippet of from what i've tasted of desire, i hold with those who play with fire aka dark twilight x stucky au

The sensation of his stomach swooping as the plane begins its descent pulls Bucky’s attention away from the open window and onto the filled page. The drawing etched onto the parchment had been transformed into the likeness of the fine line tattoo inked onto his skin. Delicate strokes mimic the lace of a garter belt. Harsh segments and bold shading depict the tale of a blade carved from bone, gifted to him by his bunǎ. It’s the barely there shadows below a cross and beads that remind him of rosaries. Bucky doesn’t understand his own fascination with them but he has drawn them ever since he can remember. It was only fitting that he had them memorialized on his flesh.

The excerpt is inspired by this photo. "Bunǎ" is grandmother in Romanian.

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