#fom oneshot

[itsabea]

Drunk!March x Reader who doesn't drink

Description: When you get given some beer from your favourite Blacksmith on a Friday night, who are you to say no? Well, part of you does, since you've never really had alcohol before.

Warnings: slight angst at the end(i didn't mean to- i swear!!), alcohol, swearing, slight social pressure to drink(inflicted by reader),

thank @xxoomiii for getting my brain in a writing mood from her writing. the piece is here for those interested :))

this ended up changing so much from my original idea of "two people getting drunk" to "social anxiety about not drinking alcohol" because i just dont like alcohol- imsorryyyy- i didn't mean to turn it into angst..!!

Part Two: here

You were so ready to have a night at the Inn today. That day was filled with farming, foraging, and fishing, and you were so ready to put down your 'Town Helper' hat and put on your oh, so lovely 'Tired, Rest Needing Citizen' hat.

When you entered the Inn, everyone was doing their own group activities or mingling already. Instead of going to the first group you saw after entering like usual, you decided to take in the whole room for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. This is exactly what you needed; the cosy atmosphere, the sound of lively chatter, and the tight-knit community of people that were all so welcoming- Well, almost everyone.. But that exception would no doubt be drunk off his chair and have the most joyous grin in the room plastered on his face.

And without a second of delay, you heard March call out to you like clockwork. "Heeyyyy..!! C'mere, c'mere- Haave a drink!" March slurred out after somehow both whining and singing your name.

March's words worked like a charm anyway, having you head to him with a slight eye roll and humoured smile as you went. The thing is, you were quite fond of March- Exceedingly more so when he was drunk, which was a fact you didn't like very much. But either way, something about him had you intrigued and interested in him.

At first it was simply platonic curiosity, like how a scientist would want to test their theory. Only, it didn't stay that way for long, and now you had a much stronger emotion tailing you; having you think about him on a near daily basis.

And now it was a sad routine you'd partake in on a weekly basis: talk to March and get insulted, talk to March and get a huff as reply, talk to March and get told to get out of his way, talk to March and get insulted once again.. And then there was the one day of the week that when you talked to him, he wasn't a complete ass.

It made Friday's so much nicer, even though you still knew it was likely fake.. But at this point you would take whatever you could get.

Scooting in next to March, you smiled at him and pushed back your previous thoughts. "Hey, March. How many drinks are you on now?" You asked with a cheeky grin, only for March to grin back and hold his head up high. "Ten." He said confidently, which only made you burst out laughing at his blatant lie.

"He's on his second beer now." Hemlock clarified by half whispering to you from over bar. After you smiled and nodded at Hemlock as a small thanks, you turned your attention back to March, hoping to have a non insult filled conversation- But you froze, smile dropping when March spoke up.

"Oh, hey! We should get you a drink..! Hey Hemlock, can you get us another beer??" March said, smiling away like an idiot as Hemlock denied him the drink. "Finish the one you've got and if you're still standing we'll talk, March." He said, frowning slightly as March clarified. "No, no..! Not for me." March smile out, pointing to you as Hemlock agreed and set out a beer in front of you.

You didn't quite know what to do.. You've never really drunken alcohol before - apart from the time that you first tried it alone and thought it was disgusting. Should you decline and apologise? Or should you just get it over with and try the dreaded beverage again? After all, it might taste different, and it was March that was paying..

You took an experimental sip, and it defintiely tasted just as bad as when you had first tried alcohol. It was just so.. Yeugh that it made you wonder why people even drink the stuff. So much so that you took another, much smaller, sip to make sure it didn't have a hidden taste to it..

Nope! The before taste, during taste, and after taste were all bad. And after having made he face of slight disgust, you heard March laugh slightly from beside you.

"Hahaha..!! Do you like wine or somethin'??" He asked, making you pout slightly and shift in your seat uncomfortably. "No.. I haven't tried it.." You said, looking down at the beer in your hands with a frown. Maybe if you drank some more, you'd end up liking- "But if you don't like beer and haven't tried wine.." March said, trailing off as he gave himself a moment for his thoughts to catch up to his words.

You decided to give the guy a break and answer for him, not prepared for the reaction you were about to get. "I don't drink.." You mumbled out as March's brain cogs seeming to stop, only to start up again to take in your words. "You don't.. Drink.." He repeated, making you slouch in on yourself in embarrassment. "Oh...." March exclaimed, frowning deeply as you sighed.

This wasn't how your night was supposed to go.. You were supposed to be enjoying yourself, not getting all nervous over some stupid, horrid tasting drink. Part of you wanted to leave.. But the next thing March said kept you in your seat.

open ended?? part 2????

idk but thats it for now cause i'm tired and can't deal with much angst in my word diet(i really didn't mean for this to take that kind of turn.. it was supposed to be fun....!)

[inc0gnitoo]

GUYS..

fields of mistria.

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post requests rn. i love this man so much.

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

Under the Stars ~ Eiland x Reader

a Fields of Mistria oneshot about stargazing at the Western Ruins! <3 // [ao3]

“We’re almost there!” Eiland’s hair shone in the moonlight as he waved you on, his eyes sparkling as he scrambled over the rocks. His excitement was contagious, and you found yourself echoing his breathless laughter as the two of you drew closer to the Western Ruins. “You’ve never seen anything like this, I promise,” he called over his shoulder, sliding down the dirt walls of the digsite. You followed much less gracefully, tumbling down after him in a puff of dusty earth. 

“Ah, perfect!” Eiland sprawled out next to you, heedless of his fine clothes, and folded his arms behind his head. “One step ahead of me as always.” He grinned. “Look up.” 

You let your gaze follow where he was pointing, straight into the night sky above you. “Oh wow…” 

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Wow.” You lay side by side in the sand under an inky veil dotted with countless stars. It felt as if the town had vanished, leaving no one on Earth but you and Eiland to witness the spectacle of the Mistrian sky.

“This is my favorite place in the world.” He stared up as he spoke, a gentle vulnerability in his tone. “It makes me feel so small, in the best way. I need that sometimes.” He turned to face you and tucked his hand under his chin like a little kid. “Do you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“Shh. Close your eyes for a second.” He reached for your hand and pressed your palm flat into the earth. With your eyes closed, the sounds of the summer night multiplied, Eiland’s soft breaths a top note to the symphony of cicadas and rustling grass. A thrill ran through you that had nothing to do with the cool breeze. His hand rested heavily on yours, as warm and soft as the sand itself. His touch grounded you, and as you cast your senses outward you felt something deep and peaceful settle on your shoulders. 

“Underneath us lies hundreds, thousands of years of history. People were born here, built homes here, had their own children here, died and were mourned and buried here. There are whole lifetimes scattered across this sand, this earth.” His voice was reverent, and you kept your eyes closed almost unthinkingly, letting him sweep you into his story. 

“All of that history beneath us, and the whole universe above us, so close you could reach out and brush the stars.” He gently curled his fingers into your palm, intertwining your hands. “It makes me feel so insignificant, but at the same time so connected to everything…like everything that matters is right here.” 

You loved the way that Eiland got so excited when he talked about his passions. You could listen to him wax poetic about ancient art and lost civilizations forever. But when you opened your eyes, he was looking right at you, his cheeks turned the same shade as his hair by a soft blush.

You couldn’t do anything but stare back at him for a moment, entranced by the way he looked at you, hopeful and vulnerable and gentle all at once. “I do feel it, Eiland,” you whispered, and he squeezed your hand. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“There’s no one else I’d rather share this place with than you.” He reached out and brushed his thumb along your cheek. “There are stars in your eyes.”

It was your turn to blush, and you stammered an answer. “You…look really pretty right now, okay?”

Eiland laughed. “No I mean literally, the stars are reflected in your eyes!”

You threw your arm over your face, embarrassed, and he kept laughing as he pulled it back down. He smirked at you, raising one perfect eyebrow. “You think I’m really pretty?”

“Shut up, Eiland!” You laughed too, both of you giddy and blushing at each other. You moved closer, your shoulders touching as the two of you quieted and turned back to the sky. “But yes, I do.” 

You could hear the smile in his voice. “I think you’re really pretty too. As stunning and delicate and mesmerizing as an Alda Gem Bracelet!” There was the Eiland you knew, ever the archaeologist.

Hand in hand, you watched the stars wheel over your heads. Eiland named every constellation he could see and eagerly explained the meanings they had held for Mistria’s past civilizations.

He tore his eyes away from the heavens to look at you every so often, his eyes sparkling like you were one of his precious artifacts. 

Somewhere between retellings of long-lost legends you had drawn closer and closer together until you were snuggled into Eiland’s chest. He wrapped one arm around you while he gestured into the sky with the other, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek.

A shooting star fell just above you in a sudden streak of silver-green light. You both jumped, twin cries of “Did you see that?!” that dissolved into laughter. 

“Make a wish!”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I can hardly think of anything to wish for. I wouldn’t change anything about this moment.” His voice dropped, almost shy. “Would you?” 

“Maybe one thing.” You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Eiland sucked in a breath as you smiled against his skin.

“Oh…” He traced the spot where your lips had been with shaky fingers, wide-eyed and star-struck. A pale golden light spilled over the horizon, the first hint of daybreak. The stone ruins around you were backlit, and Eiland’s pink waves were haloed with the sunrise. You stayed curled together until the last star winked out. He never let go of your hand.

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an: if you made it this far, I would love to make more FOM moots!! I'm so in love with this game rn whew <3 hoping to write with Balor and March soon!

[himeofshyness]

Summary: Just March teaching my OC Farmer Velvet how to use the forge until things started to get a bit heated and awkward.

Warning: Slight NSFW

The sounds of metallic clanging and crackling fires fill the air from the forge, creating a chaotic symphony that grabs your attention. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and burning wood, and the light of the fires from within the place casts a warm glow on the surrounding area. Amidst all this, March stands in the center, teaching Velvet the basics of forging.

March sighed as he watched Velvet struggle to hammer the metal. She was doing it all wrong, and he knew it. "No, no, no. You're doing it all wrong." he said, stepping over to her. Velvet looked up at him, a mix of frustration and determination on her face. "I'm trying my best." she said, a hint of irritation in her voice. March rolled his eyes. "Your best isn't good enough." he said bluntly. "Let me show you how it's done."

He moved close to her, positioning himself behind her. He placed his hands over hers, guiding her through the motions. "You have to hold it like this." he said gruffly, his breath warm on her ear.

Velvet felt a shiver run down her spine at the sudden closeness. She tried to focus on the instruction, but it was difficult with him so close. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the scent of his sweat and metal was oddly intoxicating.

"Now hit it." March said, his hands still covering hers. "Harder than that. Put your weight into it."

Velvet hit the metal again, but this time, she hit it harder than before, and it made a satisfying clang. "Good." March said, a hint of approval in his voice. He leaned in even closer, his chest pressed against her back. "Again. Do it again."

The farmer repeated the motion, feeling his warm breath on her neck. His body was pressed against hers, and she could feel every muscle, every contour. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. "Like this?" she managed to ask, her voice a bit breathless.

"Yeah." March said roughly. "Just like that." He was so close, she could feel his heart beating against her back. "You're getting the hang of it now." he said, loosening his grip on her hands. "Try it on your own."

Velvet took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She started to hammer the metal, but her mind was elsewhere. She could still feel the heat of his body against hers, the smell of his sweat. And then, without warning, her hand slipped and the hammer hit her thumb. "Ah shit!" she yelped, jerking away involuntarily.

March swore under his breath. "Dammit, be more careful." he said, grabbing her hand to inspect the injury. "You idiot, you could have broken your thumb."

He examined her thumb, his touch gentle despite his gruff words. His fingers were calloused but warm, and the touch sent another shiver down her spine. "It's not broken." he said, more quietly. "Just bruised."

Velvet tried to pull her hand back, but he held on. "You shouldn't be so careless." he reprimanded, his fingers still gently holding hers in his palm.

Velvet swallowed hard, feeling a flutter in her stomach. His touch was sending strange sensations through her body. "I'm sorry." she mumbled, looking away from his intense gaze. "I was just...distracted."

He grunted. "Distracted, huh?" He looked down at her, those dark onyx eyes staring right into hers. "Care to tell me what you were so distracted by?"

Feeling a bit flustered. "N-nothing." Velvet said, trying to sound casual but she sounded flustered. "Just...just the heat in here, that's all."

March raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in his eyes. "The heat, huh?" He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from hers. "You sure that's all it is? Nothing else?"

She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of sweat and metal making it harder for her to think straight. "What...what else could it be?" she asked weakly, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Well, whatever it is, you better keep your mind on what you're doing." He released her hand, but his body was still pressed close to hers. "Now, try this again, and make sure you're paying attention this time."

Velvet tried to compose herself, taking a deep breath as she picked up the hammer and tried to concentrate on the task, but her mind kept wandering back to the way his body was so close to hers, the way his breath felt on her neck. She managed to hit the metal a few more times, but her mind was a jumble of thoughts and sensations.

March watched her intently, his eyes raking over her body. He could sense her distraction, the way her hands trembled slightly, the way her breath caught in her throat every time he got close. It was like a game of cat and mouse, and he was the cat, toying with her. He moved closer, his chest brushing against her back again. "Concentrate." he rumbled into her ear. "You're losing focus again."

She took another shaky breath. He was so close, she could almost feel his heartbeat against her back. His voice in her ear was making her feel things she had never felt before. She couldn't focus, couldn't think. All she could feel was the heat of his body, the strength in his muscles, the way he was so casually dominating her personal space.

He let his hand rest on her hip, as if to steady her. "Relax." he muttered, his breath warm on her neck. "You're too tense. You have to be loose, loose like the hammer in your hand."

His hand on her hip sent a shiver through her body. She could feel the callouses on his fingers, the warmth of his palm through her clothes. He was so strong, so confident, so sure of himself. How was he so unaffected by their closeness, when she was struggling to keep herself together?

"Like this." March said, guiding her hand again. "Keep your grip loose, let the hammer swing freely. Don't fight it, just let it flow."

March stands behind her, "Can you feel it?" he whispered. "The rhythm, the motion?"

Velvet's mind is swimming. He was too close, too distracting. His voice in her ear, his hands on hers, his body pressed against hers...it was all too much. She tried to focus on the hammer, the metal, the task at hand, but all she could feel was him. "Y-yes." she managed to stammer, her throat dry.

He chuckled, a low deep rumble in his chest. "Good." he said, his voice rough. "You're starting to get it. Keep going, let it flow."

March stepped even closer, letting his body press against hers. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the hardness of his muscles against her back. He seemed completely oblivious to the effect he was having on her, but she was struggling to stay grounded.

Her heart was racing, her mind spinning. Every inch of her body was hyper-aware of his presence, his touch, his scent. Velvet could feel the sweat trickling down her neck, could feel the heat building up inside her. And all the while, he kept murmuring instructions in her ear, completely oblivious to the fact that he was driving her insane.

March guide her through a few more motions, his hands on hers, his breath on her neck, his body pressed against hers. "There you go." he said, his voice a low rumble. "Just like that. You're doing it. Just relax, and let it flow."

Velvet only nodded, trying to focus on his words and not the way his body was making her feel. But it was difficult, so difficult. Every part of her was screaming with want, with need, with a desperation she had never felt before. And he was blissfully unaware, just continuing to guide her through the motions, his hands on hers, his body so close.

Unknown to the farmer, the blacksmith is not faring any better.

As they continued working together, March grew increasingly aware of the electricity that was crackling between them. He could feel the heat of her skin through her clothes, could smell the scent of her hair, and felt the way her body reacted to his slightest touch. It was maddening, the way she responded to him without realizing it. But he tried to keep his cool, tried to focus on the task at hand, and ignore the way his heart thumped in his chest whenever he was close to her.

He tried to concentrate on the metal, on the hammer, on the task at hand. But it was difficult, with her so close, so tangible. He could count the tiny wisps of hair on the nape of her neck, could feel her quickening breaths. He was a blacksmith, a professional, he couldn't afford to let himself be distracted by a pretty farmer. But she was making it hard, so damn hard. He clenched his jaw, and forced himself to focus on the lesson.

He guided her through another swing, his hand on hers. "Just like that." he said, his voice gravelly. "Loose, easy. Don't fight it."

March's mind is now a jumble of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He was a grown man, for gods' sake. He was not supposed to be this affected by a woman. Especially not a farmer. But she drove him mad, made his heart race and his body feel things it hadn't felt in a long time. And the worst part was, he was pretty sure she had no idea what she was doing to him.

He took a deep breath, trying to get his emotions under control again. He could feel the heat between them, the tension in the air, like a live wire. And she was just there, so close, so unguarded, so deliciously vulnerable. He had to get a grip. He was supposed to be teaching her, not lusting after her. But damn, it was so hard when she was standing there, her back against his chest, her body molded to his.

Minutes have past as the lesson came to an end, March reluctantly released his grip on Velvet's hand. He took a step back, trying to regain his composure. His heart was still racing, his body still yearning for her closeness. But he forced himself to act nonchalant, like a blacksmith should be.

"You did well." he grunted, running his fingers through his hair. "Not too shabby, for a farmer."

Velvet looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. "Thank you" she murmured. "I...I had a good teacher."

March looked away, feeling flustered by the praise. He wasn't used to compliments, especially not from beautiful women. "It was nothing." he muttered, scratching his neck. "You've got potential. You just need to keep practicing."

There was an awkward silence, both of them feeling the aftermath of their closeness. They stood there, a few feet apart, avoiding each other's gazes. March could still feel the heat from her body, could still smell the scent of her hair. He was tempted to reach out and touch her again, to pull her close and hold her tight. But instead, he just grunted and turned away, walking over to his workbench.

"You should probably go." he said gruffly, busying himself with some tools. "You've got crops to tend to, or whatever it is farmers do."

Velvet nodded, her heart still racing. She looked at his broad back, the muscles shifting under his shirt as he worked. She wanted to say something, anything, to prolong their time together. But she knew she should probably go.

"Right." she said, her voice a bit shaky. "Um, thank you. For the lesson."

March just grunted, not looking at her. He was trying very hard to act normal, to ignore the way her voice made his chest tighten. "Yeah, sure." he said gruffly. "Come back if you need another lesson."

Velvet nodded, feeling dismissed. She walked to the door, her steps slow and reluctant. But as she reached the door, she turned to look at him one last time. He was still at his workbench, his back to her, his shoulders taut. She wanted to say something, something that would express the tangle of feelings inside her. But before she could open her mouth, March spoke, not turning to look at her.

"Try to be careful next time." he said, his voice quiet. "You almost hurt yourself earlier."

Velvet felt a pang of something, was it disappointment? Upon hearing his stern tone. But she just nodded. "I will." she said softly. "I'll be more careful."

There was another tense silence. March still didn't turn around, but he could feel her gaze on his back. He wanted to look at her, to see those beautiful eyes one last time. But he forced himself to keep his gaze fixed on his workbench.

"Good." he said finally. "Now get out of here. You're distracting me."

Velvet's heart sank a bit at his brusque words. But she didn't want to overstay her welcome. "Right." she said softly. "Goodbye, March."

"Yeah." he muttered, his voice gruff. "Goodbye."

He listened as she opened the door and stepped out, the sound of her footsteps fading away. He wanted to call her back, to tell her to stay, to-

He shook his head, ridding himself of the foolish thoughts. He was a blacksmith, not a lovestruck boy. He had to get back to work.

~END~

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[frodothefair]

꧁ Epilogue - The Door Marigold Opened ꧂

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SUMMARY : Frodo comes back from the war, and finds love and healing with Sam’s sweet younger sister. (J.R.R. Tolkien meets Jane Austen.)

CHAPTER SUMMARY :  Several years on, Marigold reflects on her marriage to Frodo and makes a decision.

PAIRING : Frodo/Marigold Gamgee (Sam’s sister in canon), Frodo/Sam (secondary) GENRES : hurt/comfort, sickfic, whump, angst, slow burn romance, slice of life WARNINGS : PTSD, occasional intimate scenes RATING : M┃WORD COUNT : 1.7 k chapter, 211 k total A/N: That's all, folks! Wow, I can't believe it's over. It's surreal. This is, by far, the longest fic I have ever written. Of course, on my end it's not quite goodbye, as I'm still polishing up some of the middle chapters to make sure the quality and style are consistent throughout, and I'll post another announcement once that project is complete. But otherwise, Flowers of Mordor is done! At least for now. For lovers of Frodo and Mari, I'm sure that there will be drabbles and oneshots in the future, and I plan to someday turn Rivendell, the alternative timeline version of FOM, into a longfic. So keep watching this space, and thank you from the bottom of my heart for every comment, every like, every review, and every bit of support on this incredible journey.

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Marigold Baggins had always done everything exceptionally well, and when the time came, she did her utmost as a wife and mother. Handsome, kind, and well-to-do, with a comfortable hobbit hole and a most pleasant disposition, she stood before a yellow door one chilly December morning, some weeks after her forty-fifth birthday.

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[finniestoncrane]

I just wanna kiss Arkham Riddler all over his stupid body. His lips, his cheeks, his jaw, neck, chest, stomach, thighs, cock! I just wanna smother him with affection and show him how much I love him. Can you please write something with reader smooching Arkham Eddie all over? Idk I’d it’s a oneshot or headcanons, anything works for me.😊

So Many Kisses

Arkham!Riddler Headcanons hi hello omg yes i am obsessed with the idea of peppering his entire body with kisses, like pushing through his copious body hair and get covered in stains from all the dirt on him u-u request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: kisses and cock, deliscious

he's not exactly the biggest fan of physical affection, because it kind of gets in the way of him working

there's nothing stopping him from tinkering with his robots while you stand behind him telling him he's amazing and intelligent

but something physical, a hug, a pat, holding hands, it takes more attention that he usually cares to give to something that isn't himself or his work

but if you're in an established relationship with him, then there's a bit of a difference there

there's room for adoration and affection

because by all means he definitely believes he deserves as much of it as possible

and look, he's not going to argue with getting plenty of kisses from someone he's decided he tolerates enoughto keep around for that long

eddie sees it as a fom of worship, really

if you start from the top of his head, planting a little kiss on his messy hair or his sweating forehead

making your way down to his gaunt and stubbled cheeks

kissing through the grease stains and over his little bandaids

down his slender neck, over his collarbones and down his muscular arms

a kiss on his hands, either the palm or the back, and one on his knuckles, to gratitude to his most important tools, besides his brain

if you're lucky, you might get to kiss his chest, slim, but sturdy, covered in dark hair

and look, if you've got that far, there's not going to be anything stopping you from letting those kisses trail down his stomach

following the line of hair that goes from his navel and disappears under the top of his pants

sliding them down, your kisses pressed on the warm skin, through body hair, his cock twitching up in anticipation as you reach it

kisses, worship, the comfort in knowing how wonderful you think he is only serving to arouse him further

the final kiss, placed on the flushed and glistening head of his cock sending him past the point of no return

when he finally grabs you and kisses you back

[sketchyorsomething]

Heyy does anyone out there beta read a oneshot (about 1,3 k words) of mine? It is abt Thesan and his lover fom acotar

English isn't my mother tongue so I'm kinda nervous of it containing grammar errors or some other language related stuff

Update: I already posted it a while ago and made a post about it, you can find the post by clicking here

[shepard-ram]

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[emeraldbabygirl]

Omg I can't. For me, Jinwoo is my babie babie and I don't really think about him that way but Dojin, my ult... 👀 I want to dom him so bad. Imagining him begging me to let him cum and the blush on his cheeks is something else. I know a lot of RAYS think he's such a dom but seriously. He's so easliy flustered, you'd end up domming him a lot before he doms you and even then he'd be so careful at first. (totally unrelated but his tongue is so hot I literally wrote a oneshot about him. I need help.)

I SCREAMED SO FUCKING LOUD OH MY GOD

LISTEN

MR MOTHERFUCKIN YONGTAE IS THE ALPHA MALE ANDNDDND HES HES HES THAT DOM OMGGGG GNBDBDB. I CANT PLEASE MY NOSE IS GONNA GO RUNNING AGAIN OMGGG. I wrote I smut with Dojin and I’m hella proud of it omgg. Ok but like, for me as far as Enoi, (fuck I love that we’re talking about them I miss them so much) I want to dom Hamin and Jinwoo and be dommed by Gun, Laon and Dojin obvi. I do believe Kyuhyun is the sweet and gentle bof type but I have such a feeling that he would have ways of domming you skskksk. And Yanghyuk I mean my size kink obvi ugh. I want to dom my baby Jinwoo so much and Hamin ugh, that man had me creaming oceans for him it was crazy he seems like such a shy sweetie I wanna get him all flustered ugh. I just want to hear men whine and whimper and squirm as you dom them and make them beg to cum ya’know? That’s my shit right there and fuck. My lil Jinwoo would whine so much omgg.

FFS YONGTAE OUT HERE GROWLING LIKE A WOLF I SWEAR ON GOD SKSKSKKS THAT MAN GETS ME HEATED PHEW. (Literally one of my demon daddies hahah)

AHEM IS THAT ONESHOT AVAILABLE TO GAZE MY SIGHT MELONS UPON? And yes you are absolutely correct that tongue of his. HES SUCH A FUCKING FOM ALPHA MALE THO I MEAN COIN. That’s my proof/evidence/argument. Just Coin made me so feral slsksksk ugh

[bella-monoxide]

TROPE GAME

I was tagged by @saveyoua-seat ! Let‘s see if I can get this right.

1. Slowburn or Love at First Sight

2. Fake Dating or Secretly Dating (this one was a toss-up, though)

3. Enemies to Lovers or Best Friends to Lovers

4. “Oh no, there’s Only One Bed,” or Long Distance Correspondence

5. Hurt/Comfort or Amnesia (I freaking HATE amnesia! My dad had early onset Alzheimer‘s.)

6. Fantasy AU or Modern AU

7. Mutual Pining or Domestic Bliss

8. Smut or Fluff (I love smut, but at the end of the day, I gotta say Fluff)

9. Canon-Compliant/Missing Scenes or Fix-It (I can‘t decide)

10. Alternate Universe or Future Story

11. Oneshot or Multi-chapter (I have cursed quite a bit at oneshots with ten thousand words, so.)

12. Kid - or Road Trip story (Hellooooo SPN fandom!)

13. Reincarnation or Character Death Neither.

14. Arranged Marriage or Accidental Marriage (Though arranged marriage has its perks; I feel like this is all very fandom dependend...) @diminuel

15. High School Romance or Middle-Aged Romance (Again, fandom factors in here!)

16. Time Travel or Isolated Together

17. Neigbours or Roommates

18. Sci Fi AU or Magic AU (Sci Fi would be Mass Effect 🥰)

19. Body-Swap or Genderbend

20. Angst or Crack

21. Apocalyptic or Mundane (This one cracked me up - my first ever fandom was The Walking Dead, and I‘ve written 37 stories that are TWD or at least feature characters fom that show.)

Maybe @mansikkaomenabanaani and @daffietjuh would like to give this a try as well..?)

[itsabea]

March x sad Reader

Description: March tries his best to comfort you after you have a particularly busy day and end up exhausted

Warnings: not proof read, hinting at depression(reader), slight angst, swearing,

this is purely self indulgent- but then again, almost all of my is-

You had been so busy today, exceedingly more so than usual. First of all, it was raining, which you didn't mind because it meant your crops were already watered - but things only got more hectic and busy from there on on out..

You collected, put away, sold, and replanted your crops, then went to go fishing for a salmon for Jo's Request that you had accepted about a month ago.. Only to realise about an hour an a half in that it was currently Summer. Now with much less of your energy, you went to the general store to buy some more seeds and a few fruit trees, which left you with a total of 5 Tesserae as a result.

After going back to your farm and planting the saplings and seeds, you realised that it was only two more days until the end of the season. And so, you went back to fishing to try and catch the rest of the Summer fish you need for the Museum. Admittedly, most of that time was spent walking to and from the ponds to the beach, as that's where the rest of the fish you needed were found.

Once it hit 5:30, you realised that it wasn't just the third to last day of the season.. It was also a Friday. Sighing and slumping your head back, you defeatedly headed home to get ready for your weekly visit to the Inn. Hauling the bag full fish with you on your back, you got back to your farm and placed the not so important ones in your shipping bin, only to realise that you needed one more pond fish to finish that collection.... And it only showed up in the rain..

You were tired. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy your new life in Mistria; helping out the town and it's people. Or that today was bad; you had many content and joy filled moments between it all. But you were tired. So, so, tired..

Right now, nothing was more appealing than curling up in your bed, and crying.

So that's what you did. You put away your items, got showered and dressed into your pyjamas, and you laid down in your bed and cried out the remainder of what little was left of your energy.

You didn't even end up falling asleep afterwards like you usually did when crying in your bed.. Which upset you much more than you realised it would.

I mean.. Why get up just to do it all again tomorrow? The next day would likely end up being longer than today as well.. Not that today wasn't enjoyable- But it wasn't as enjoyable as others... People need you around town though, they always tell you that- You're not that important - the townsfolk don't rely on you to live....

You curled up in on yourself more, lying on your side as the tears began to flow down your cheeks again. It felt hopeless. Everything felt like it wasn't worth it anymore. And you continued to cry in your home until a knock sounded on your door.

At first, you thought you had misheard and simply sighed out a sob. But after a much firmer knock, you realised that it wasn't just you hearing things. Tiredly getting up, you assumed it was Adaline or Eiland, popping by to inform you about a new job that needed to be done around town. Or maybe Celine or Hayden needing some sugar or something?

Either way, you knew all four options were kind enough to excuse your tired, red eyes and pyjama clad form, so you didn't bother trying to make yourself the slightest bit presentable before opening the door. Which was a big mistake on your part, because March was the one that stood in your doorframe, looking down at you with a frown you could barley see through your slightly blurred vision.

"Why are you here?" March said suddenly, looking too the side as you rubbed at your eyes to try and clear them up. "Uhm- I live here?" You responded, no energy left to think up or question his presence on your farm.

After a huff and an exaggerated eyeroll, March rephrased went on to rephrase his question. "No- Why aren't you-" But he cut his words short when he watched your head bob forward like a sleepy child. "What, did you get tired from playing in the dirt all day? I can't believe you-" "Fuck you." You said back, one last tear rolling down your cheek as whatever energy you had that was keeping you standing left you.

In that same instant, you felt a falling sensation as your vision went black. You were tired.

Every so often you'd end up seeing glimpses of your home, but it was somehow moving? Your doorframe.. Black.. Your ceiling... Black... Your ceiling light.... Black.... More ceiling..... Black.....

Every time you saw black, you felt relieved and slightly less tired, especially compared to when you could see your home. And then, a warm sensation surrounded you, like you were being wrapped in a big hug that left you yearning for more.

When you reopened your eyes, you found yourself tucked into bed. The blankets were up to your ears as you laid on your side, about to roll over when you finally noticed the red head of hair resting on top of the blankets in front of you. Humming out, with a slight groaned mumbled, you went to speak up but were promptly cut off.

"Shup up and go back to sleep." March said, lifting his head from its resting position to look at you with stern, yet soft eyes. Feeling your tiredness envelope you, you closed your eyes but felt the cogs in your brain ticking. Why was March here? What was he doing? And why were you in your bed- You suddenly remembered falling into March in your doorway, and him carrying you to your bed before tucking you in.

You felt bad for cursing at him now, but you were also much more confused about why he was even at your farm in the first place. "March-" You started, only for said male to cut you off. "Shoosh. I said, 'go back to sleep'." He retorted, and if your eyes weren't still closed, you had a feeling that he'd glare at you again.

You didn't end up going back to sleep, but you did have a very calm conversation with March as you continued to rest with your eyes closed.

"I'm sorry." March said, being the first to speak after he told you to sleep for the second time. "Why-" "Shut up, you're supposed to be asleep." March said, cutting you off as moment of silence followed before he ended up answering your question. "I know I can be.. A rude asshole - a lot of the time.." March admitted as you felt him start to play with the top of the blanket slightly.

You didn't dare make a single sound as he continued to talk, telling you about how everyone at the Inn was starting to wonder where you were, and how Reina came to the conclusion that you might be over worked.. "-Then Olric offered to check up on you and-" March paused before continuing, having now moved his arm back down from the hem of the blanket as he ceased his delicate fiddling. "And.. And I told him I'd go instead."

The fact you were now frowning didn't go unnoticed by March, who must've been watching you to make sure you didn't open your eyes again. "I know, I know.. I don't why either.... You just-.... You made everyone worried.." March said, trailing off as he went silent again.

After feeling the blankets shift slightly beside you, you peaked your eye open to see March was doing, only to get told off again after seeing March's head resting on his arm directly in front of you. "Sleep." He said, but you had already closed your eye when you saw his eyes intently watching yours.

Your face ran hot with heat from the proximity, which was apparently very visible to March. "Fuck- Please don't tell me you have a damn fever.." He grumbled out, using the back of his free hand to touch your forehead as he continued to complain. "If you went diving and didn't fucking keep warm I'm taking you to Valen." March half threatened, prompting you to frown as he retracted his hand from your forehead.

"Your shipping bin smells like fish." He clarified before you felt him move against the blankets again. This time you felt weight remove itself from beside you, which had you shooting your eyes open with a desperation for company. March looked at you blankly from where he still sat on the floor beside your bed, leaning back on his arms as you watched him open his mouth to tell you off again.

"I'm sleeping..!" You said quickly, hearing a huff emit from the red head in front of your once more closed eyes.

"So.." March started after seconds more of silence. "Why weren't you at the Inn?" He asked, making an exhausted sigh leave you before you spoke. "Tired." You said, waiting for a moment before elaborating on your day. "Tended to crops.. Fed animals... Fished for a stupid non-existent Summer salmon.... Spent all my money on crops.... Planted them.... Went fishing again, but for the Museum.... Died inside.... No energy.... Cried in bed.." You said, starting to tear up again when March spoke up.

"I know it goes against what I always say to you.. But you do a lot around here- Too fucking much to be honest.. And I-" March paused for the umpteenth time that night as you pried your eyes open and looked at him.

He was sitting in the exact same position as when you last opened your eyes, only now he had his head turned from you. Yet, his eyes keep their sights on you, and this time he didn't have the heart to tell you off. March ended up breaking contact with your eyes, his face reddening slightly as he spoke.

"You're enough- More than enough.. You're honestly too much but- Sigh...." March quickly darted his eyes to, and away from you before he continued. "You're a lot. You're so much.. You mean so much- To literally everyone." He said, making another, single tear fall down your face. But this time you had just enough energy.

"Thank you.. March." You managed out, smiling as a few more tears fell down and onto the pillow beneath you.

March wasn't sure what had you crying this time, unsure on whether he did good or bad with his words. But he was by your side once more the moment he watched those tears form into droplets in the corners of your eyes. With a sigh of relief, March relaxed after seeing the slight smile on your face, only to watch it fall the next second as a soft snore left you.

Finally.. You were asleep.

[onebookcharacter]

a christmas gift exchange with my friend @meilstroms. he made me a naruto oneshot and made him one too since we`ve been binging watching it together! (i’ll upload mine to ao3 once i get an account there)

   It had been a while since Sasuke had come back to report on his mission. Really, it had been a long time since she'd heard from him at all, but for once Naruto thought to tell her Sasuke was coming, and invited her along.

   Currently, they walked along a path between the the trees, marked by faded footsteps that scarred the dirt and made the grass know better than to grow. They did so calmly, though her mind raced and her heart jumped in her chest, and she could barely keep a grin off her face. Naruto chatted away about his week, and Sakura nodded, replying every once in a while. For some reason, her attitude didn't match Naruto's chatterbox one, as it usually did. She was nervous, yes, but mostly it was because she had a plan.

   “And then, Hinata and I started competing! Out of nowhere!” he spoke, gesticulating widly as usual. “It was like nothing I've ever seen her do! She ate seven bowls of ramen!” he laughed, a hand on his head while the other was thrown in a wide gesture. “I can`t do that!”

   She shot him an incredulous look from the corner of her eye.

   “Okay, maybe I can, but not in such a short amount of time. Ya know?”

   Sakura chuckled. “Yes, Naruto, I know.”

   “Ah– We should be getting there soon.” his demeanor visibly changed, then. More concentrated, less agitated.

   The treetops in their surroundings provided cool shadows, from which underneath little sun made its way to her eyes, and the breeze whistled in her ears. Sakura placed her bag down behind a tree and looked around, not identifying any markings in the wood or earth. It crossed her mind that perhaps their meeting place changed from time to time, or maybe, she worried, they didn`t want to reveal to her their actual–

   Her thoughts were interrupted by rustling, ever so quiet to non-trained ears. Feet lightly flattening the grass underneath it. She spotted black moving behind the shadows of the trees. Naruto went in first, only a few steps forward, and along with him Sasuke took form under the dim light under canopy.

   “Hey.” greeted Naruto, to which Sasuke only replied with a short hum of acknowledgement. Sakura took the few steps that separated her from her team, and Sasuke's expression changed drastically – well, as drastically as his expressions could, so his eyes widened half a centimeter, perhaps. So maybe their meeting place changed from time to time, seeing as it wasn't Sasuke's idea to change it, and Naruto would likely not think of it.

   “What are you doing here?” he didn't mean it sound that rude, as usual. Fom him, it sounded like a genuine question.

   “Ouch. So I can't say hi to a old teammate?” she teased anyway, a hand on her heart.

   “That's not what I meant.”

   “I know.” she grinned, which made him sulk, which in turn gave her a sense of accomplishment, clear in her broadening smile. “But I did want to say hi and check how your mission's going. Plus I am a medic, so if you got any injuries, I can take a look at them.” at that, he rose a brow. Did she really think he couldn't take care of himself at this point? That there were that many people that would be able to injure him badly enough that he'd need a medic? His expression seemed to ask. The questions, however silent, made her roll her eyes.

   “Anyway,” Naruto, sensing that that conversation could go on for an unecessary amount of time – which, coming from Naruto, was an offense to both of them –, decided to speak up. “Some of our ANBU gathered this information and I thought it should be given in person.” and he handed him a slip of paper, which was tucked under his cloak.

   “I have leads on the Land of Earth, and I`ll be going there next.” Sasuke replied, simply. Naruto nodded, and so did Sakura.

   “Okay.” she replied, granting her his attention, and went back to the tree and picked up her bag. “That`s great! You're going my way!”

   “I... I`m what now?” in his astonishment, his  voice cracked, granting him a look of utmost glee from his teammates. He decided to never speak again.

   “Well,” Sakura continued once she had managed to contain her giggles. “you see, I'm going that way, because some people in the Hidden Grass need some tips on medical justus, and you know me, always willing to help and all.” she shrugged nonchalantly. “So that's what I'll be doing there, and I was hoping we could accompany each other.”

   “Hm.” he made a sour expression and glared at Naruto, who looked away, lips pressed in a thin line, like he had nothing to do with this. He decided to break his vow to never speak again. “And you're going to keep up with me?”

   “Psh, please.” she waved a hand dismissevely. “I can do it on my tiptoes.”

   “Okay. No.”

   She blinked.

   “Wha– No?!”

   “Yes.”

   “So...”

   “So yes. It's a no.”

   “Wow, Sasuke. Wow.”

   “Tsk, a real ladies' man.” commented Naruto, arms crossed, head shaking.

   “Shut up, idiot.” it was Sasuke`s turn to roll his eyes. “You're not coming with me.”

   “Because you think I can't keep up?”

   “No, because it'll be dangerous.”

   “And I, of all people, can't take care of myself.” the sarcasm was clear, as was her impantience.

   “That`s not what I meant.” he let out in a sigh.

   “Listen, it won't even be for a long time! Besides, I can heal myself and you on the way.” she felt she was almost begging, but on this matter she might have to.

   “I don't want you to get hurt in the first place.” he looked away, frowning. She sighed. That`s what she was afraid of.

   “I`m not thirteen anymore, Sasuke. I can take care of myself.” he was about to reply, but she cut him off. “I am not weak.” she said, assertive, determined. He knew that, she was sure, but it always seemed hard for him to let the fact seep into his mind.

   “That's not it.” She knew. She knew it wasn`t that he thought was weak, per se, but rather that he has to protect the people he cares about, otherwise it`s his fault they got hurt in the first place. But that wasn`t what she thought.

   “You don't have to protect me.” she took a step forward. “It may have been a while, I know, but you can't have forgotten that I can hold my own on the battlefield. I'm not a little girl, and you don't have to protect me. I'm grateful that you do it anyway, but I have gone on many missions where you weren't there to be my shield,” he shifted his weight at that. “and here I still am. Besides, who told I don't want to protect you either?”

   He seemed to think at that, eyes locked with hers. He was seriously considering her words.

   “But I can't do that if you won't let me.”

   Again he shifted his weight, uncertain. On one hand, she was right. On the other, he still didn't want her to be hurt. It wasn't that he thought she was weak, or that she still saw her as the lovestruck thirteen year old. No, that vision of hers had faded long ago. But as he'd said over and over again, he didn't want to watch the people he cares about die ever again. Them being hurt only reminded him of his fears. He was still overprotective.

   And yet, looking at her hopeful expression, he really considered it for a second. Was he going to regret this? Was she going to be a distraction? Was he going to hurt with guilt in front of her, for taking her away from her own loved ones for his selfish purposes? As much as he wanted a normal life alongside his friends...

   “... Alright.” he replied in a sigh, before he could overthink and regret his own decision.

   Sakura beamed, barely containing her glee in one smile.

   “But if you get hurt I'll send you straight back to the village.” he completed quickly.

   “... Young lady!” Naruto added, in a lower tone than his own, one finger raised in the air. Sakura laughed, and even Sasuke let his lips be pulled upwards, even if he still rolled his eyes.

   “I don't sound like that.”

   “You kinda did, though.” Sakura replied.

   “Hm... I'm starting to change my mind.”

   “You wouldn't.”

   He let out a long hum in reply.

   She let out a light scoff. “Well, sorry, Master Uchiha, I didn't mean to be, you know, annoying.” she looked away, pouting, a hand brought to her cheek dramatically. She had thought of using it as her trump card, but now that he'd already accepted it, she might as well use it gratuitously. And as she felt a glare to her cheek and Naruto holding in a breath, she could tell it worked.

   It felt like an eternity where she had to hold back a shit-eating grin, as he scowled and Naruto tried not to laugh. She looked from the corner of her eye, sad expression maintained, and Sasuke immediately turned back, starting to walk. She kinda hoped he'd blushed, even if it wasn't very like him.

   The fact that he was just walking, too, meant he wasn't going to ditch her there at the first opportunity, which just made her beam more, like a weight was being lifted off her chest. He was letting her in.

   Still walking, Sasuke put a hand up, saying goodbye, and Sakura was quick to catch up with him.

    “Oh– Bye, Naruto!” she waved.

   “Bye, guys!” Naruto waved back, now laughing openly. He'd have a good story to tell Hinata back in the Leaf.

   It had been a minute or so that they had been walking, Sakura`s glee clear as the sun in her broad smile. The silence between them was comfortable. Amazingly, Sasuke was the one to break it first.

   “I hate you sometimes.”

   “Hm.” she hummed as if thinking, a finger tapped her chin. “Nah. You don`t.”

   “I do.”

   “Nope.”

   The corner of his lips were pulled up, and though she bet he was still considering just disappearing at the first opportunity, she judged he was happy to have her along. Hopefully he`d wait for her once they were at the Hidden Grass, though she wouldn`t be surprised if he didn`t. She didn`t actually need to come back so soon, and could just... Keep going. With him. She`d go back later. He did have to report to Naruto eventually, right? Yeah, that would be fine by her.

   “Try to keep up.” he said suddenly, pulling her away from her thoughts. She heard the familiar woosh of his jump as he took to the branches on the trees.

   “Ah– Hey!” she jumped too, laughing, taken aback by his sudden playfulness.

   She wouldn`t mind accompanying him some more.

[itsabea]

Drunk!March x Reader who doesn't drink || Part 2

Description: After March gets you a drink at the bar and discovers that you don't drink, things take an unexpected turn when he comforts, and continues to talk to you in his drunken state.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, one mention of internalised pressure to drink(ft. young March, not Reader)

Part One: here

"I don't drink.." You mumbled out as March's brain cogs seeming to stop, only to start up again to take in your words. "You don't.. Drink.." He repeated, making you slouch in on yourself in embarrassment. "Oh...." March exclaimed, frowning deeply as you sighed.

This wasn't how your night was supposed to go.. You were supposed to be enjoying yourself, not getting all nervous over some stupid, horrid tasting drink. Part of you wanted to leave.. But the next thing March said kept you in your seat.

"Well- I guess that's fair.. It tasted like crap to me for three weeks straight...." March said, taking a momentary swig back of his current beer before smiling at you widely. "Buut, that doesn't mean shit if you don't get anything out of it." He said, a goofy smile now spread even wider across his face.

You frowned at his words, not because they didn't make sense, but because they sounded strange coming from someone like March.

It actually had you wondering if he was more than just some ass that liked to belittle you. "I guess.. Thanks, March." You finally said, still slouching in on your self, but allowing your shoulders to relax a bit.

"No problem." He said back with a lopsided smile before taking another swig of beer.

A strange silence grew between you and March before either of you spoke, but strangely enough, it wasn't heavy or uncomfortable for you. So, when you spoke up it was because of curiosity instead of obligation.

"So, what got you past the disgusting taste?" You said, mixing around the beer in its container as you looked at it with distain. March gave out a noise that resembled the words 'I dunno' as he shrugged and took another sip of his beer before elaborating. "Everyone else was drinking.. Felt wrong not to." He said, which made you frown and contemplate again about possibility of March being a decent person..

"If I was a strong as you, I probably wouldn't have kept at it.." March said, flustering you with the sudden, strange complement.

Did March.. Really just call you strong?? Maybe you misheard him call you stubborn? He is drunk, and he could've just misspoken- "Still can't believe how much you've managed to do.. Town looks and operates so much fucking better than it did before.." March said with visible irritation in his tone, and taking a much heavier swig of beer.

"Oh- Thanks, I-" You started, but didn't get to finish your words as a result of March speaking past you. "Strong, determined, resourceful, fucking kind- I mean, what the hell can't you do..??" March said, facing you with squinted eyes that bored into you like he was trying to find and figure something out.

Unfortunately, March didn't seem to find what he wanted after staring at you for a good few seconds, and with the embarrassed heat spreading across your face, you were now fairly certain that this man would be the death of you. "Hm." March said after having gone back to his drink, leaving you very confused and the slightest bit more flustered.

After a few more conversations with March, you decided to call it a night and head back home before your exhaustion managed to catch up with you. And to your surprise, March ended up being drunk enough to cling to your arm when you announced that you'd be heading home.

"No." March demanded with a pout as you smiled at him with fondness and confusion. "I've got to go home, March." You said back, now thinking of a way that might sway him to let go, only for said male to repeat his words with a frown and much bigger pout. "No."

You sighed in partial annoyance, but mostly amusement at the strange display. "You'll see me tomorrow, March. I'll be sure to visit the Forge and upgrade my tools, okay?" You said, only for March to make a face and hold onto you tighter.

"No. I'll just be an ass to you again.." March said, pouting even more as if he himself hated the way he treated you.

"Come on, March.. Your not.... Your not that bad.." You lied, knowing full well that March's words would sometimes hit you right where you're most insecure and vulnerable.

"Don't fucking lie.. I'm an ass to you.... Don't wanna keep being an ass to you.." He said, slurring his words as he slumped slightly like a sad, old dog.

You couldn't help but purse your lips, thinking of something to say to March that was both true, and would allow you to free yourself from his hold on you.

"Then.. Teach me some smithing techniques when I'm at the Forge tomorrow. You'll be so busy showing off how cool you are, that you probably won't insult me as much." You offered, mentally kicking yourself for roping future you into a smithing lesson with March.

With a low, 'hmpf', March let go of your arm and leaned against the bar counter slightly. He was still pouting, but his cheeks were now dusted in a light red.

"I'll see you tomorrow at 2 then.. Don't be late, or I won't be teaching you anything." March said, watching you not-so-subtly as you smiled at him before bidding him, and the rest of the patrons a goodnight.

The next day had you worried, yet extremely productive. You were up an hour before usual, had watered and fed your animals in record time, and had even finished todays Request in the matter of minutes because you had already foraged plenty of the needed material the day before.

You ended up heading to the forge at 1:40 with all the ores for upgrading your tools. All day, you had been avoiding the whole area of said shop, going so far as to take the path through The Narrows and through your farm to get from The Eastern Ruins to The Western Ruins. That was a whole hour that you'll never get back, and yet you're fully willing to do so again.

Your worries and nerves for seeing March today were frankly making your day a lot harder than need be. And the thing that had you take a breath and relax? The thing that had you actually pluck up the courage to wholeheartedly stick to your agreement with March's drunk state?

It was when you talked with Olric at the General Store, where he told you that March spent all morning sobering up while writing out some "lesson plan", and that he had been at the forge looking anxious and only half working since 10.

Needless to say, you thanked him profusely and headed straight home for your needed ores. And when you finally got sight of the Forge.. March was tapping his foot on the floor with impatience while what looked to be pacing.

The relieved sigh that escaped you formed into a content smile that you didn't even want to hold back. "Your late." March said when he caught sight of you nearing his shop. "-But I'll let it slide.." He said quickly after as your smile grew ever so slightly.

"What's that look for? C'mon, let's get to work.." March said, turning as you mentally thanked your past self for making that deal. You now got to see a new, slightly nicer, and much less drunken side of March.

[itsabea]

March x Reader - Oneshot: Secret Whispers

Description: You and March haven't been dating for long, and lately he seems a bit withdrawn. You don't know what's going on or what to think at first, and no one else seems to know either. While you aren't suspicious of him cheating or anything, you are sure that he's hiding something..

Warnings: slight angst, swearing, March is a softie, a bit long,

i was out of ideas and did a prompt generator when 'secret whispers' came up and i had this idea and i just couldn't not-

Your boyfriend was the only person you knew who could zone in on things so expertly. Whether it be a work request for anything but nails, you, or even when he's curious or interested in something. He would zone in like there was no tomorrow.

And while you found that fact amazing, and so dang cute to witness, right now March was fully zoned in on something - but you had no idea what it was. You had asked Olric and Ryis about what he seemed so busy with lately, but neither were aware of what he was doing.

It wasn't that March was ignoring you either, since he'd always give you a kiss on the cheek when passing each other, and would still spend time with you. But the fact still stood that you felt March was.. Brushing you off. Like he was doing something that he felt was very important. It had you feeling left out is all.

Of course, the thought of March cheating had never stayed long, or had even been humoured in your mind. He just wasn't the type to be able to: one, socialise with other people easily, and two: be able to make a bond with other people easily. March really just wasn't built that way.

One thing you did entertain was that he might simply be doing some work for out of town buyers. It was probable enough, but still left you confused about the state it had put March in. I mean- He was in the zone. So zoned in and focused on.. Whatever he was doing, that he even missed joining the latest Friday night get-together at the Inn.

You hadn't yet confronted March about what he was doing, but figured it was about time you got an answer- Or at least a hint at what he was up to. Which lead to this very moment of you approaching March as he worked away at the Forge.

"Hey, March?" You asked, stretching your head up and out on a slight angle as you spoke, hoping to catch a glimpse of what he was working away at. "Yeah? I'm a bit busy with this stupid nail order.. But what's up?" March said back, ceasing his clanging for a moment as he turned his head to the side and gave you more of his attention.

"Oh, I've just been wondering if you got a commission lately. You've been really.." You paused for a moment, not wanting to mention that he was 'in the zone'. "You've just seemed really busy lately." You finished, smiling as he looked back at you with questioningly.

"What are you-" His slight squinting and frown disappeared when March cut himself off. It was a mere beat of silence before he spoke up again, prompting you to notice the slight tinge of colour on his ears when he turned his head from you and focused back on the nails he was making.

"Don't worry, it's nothing." March said, although a bit too quickly, before elaborating slightly. "I won't be busy for much longer.. Don't worry- Oh, and make sure you're not busy this Wednesday, okay?" March said before hammering away at the soon to be nails again. Thankfully, you weren't busy Wednesday, but you still didn't know much about what March had been doing lately, let alone the new mystery of why he wanted you free that Wednesday.

While on your way home, you ended up passing Olric and Errol in the Town Square, and caught part of their conversation before leaving earshot. "I swear I saw March doing some kind of.. Jumping dance a few nights ago in the Narrows. It was such a strange sight." Errol said as Olric spoke up after. "Hmm.. I'll have to ask him. But that reminds me that I noticed him using a new temperature at the Forge last week.."

The conversation they had kept with you all throughout the days leading up to Wednesday, where you now sat at your spot by Caldarus. He wasn't the biggest fan of March, but Caldarus was still willing to listen to your ramblings about said boyfriend, and today was no different.

"So, do you know when he'll get here?" Caldarus asked you, prompting you to sigh out with a very visible pout. "No.... I forgot to ask.. And I've been so busy trying to figure out what he's up to that it slipped my mind.." You admitted, slumping into your now propped up hand as you waited next to Caldarus for most of the late morning.

You had quickly fed your animals before you started waiting, but now you had watered your crops, pat your animals, and fished a bit in the river by your farm. And March still hadn't shown up.

The sun was starting to set now, and a pool of sadness began to sit in your stomach. Just as you started your walk back to Caldarus, wanting to confide in him about March not showing up today, you heard the familiar tune of March calling your name.

"Hey, you ready? Sorry I'm a bit late, I-" "Wha- I've been waiting all day!" You said in exasperation as you made your way towards him in a huff. "What do you mean? I mailed you the time of our date." March said with a frown as he looked over at your mailbox. "No you-" Turning, you found a letter half sticking out of said box, prompting your face to go beat red in shame.

How could you have missed that all day? To be fair, you had gotten a bit excited about what March might have wanted you free on Wednesday for.. Only to get mad when he didn't show up.... The slight chuckle that escaped your boyfriend didn't go unnoticed by you, having you look up at him with tired, watery eyes.

"Hey- Wh-" March started after receiving the look you sent him, full of exhaustion that combined with sadness. "I-" You took a moment to gather your words. "I'm tired.. I'm upset with you.. And I need a shower." You said, still slightly muddy and sweaty from your work, despite having not done too much due to the nice clothes you had put on for today.

"Ah.... I guess that's partially my fault.." March admitted, turning to look away from you for a moment, only to look back and swiftly pick you up. "March! What-" "Let's get you cleaned up, and then I'm carrying you to our date. Unless you don't feel like it, then.. I guess I'll try to reschedule somehow." March said, taking you straight to your house and helping with what he could of getting you cleaned up.

You started feeling better as March helped take care of you. He was showing you so much care and attention that the past while of him being busy seemed to melt away. Of course, you hadn't forgotten your curiosity of what he's been up to, but you only decided to raise the question once your energy had mostly returned, and once you agreed and were being carried off to the date he had planned.

"So.. Why have you been so busy lately?" You asked while cradled in his arms, on your way to the Eastern area across from you and Celine's. "You'll find out." March replied with, a slight smiled attempting it's way onto his face as you frowned at him. But when you turned back forward as you entered the Eastern Road side of Town, you were at a loss for words.

Jars filled with fireflies were littered about the area around the ponds, lighting up the ground in a magical way that had you astounded. March was slowly putting you down, allowing you to walk before taking your hand and slowly leading you across the bridge and towards spot with the lone bench and pear tree.

You continued looking around breathlessly, watching the jars you'd get closer to with great interest as the fireflies would twinkled about inside. Before you knew it, you were already at the bench by the larger pond, still staring in awe as March finally spoke up beside you. "I take it you like my surprise? Just so you know, those fuckers were real hard to catch." He said, knowing pride already set in his voice as you had to ask for solid confirmation.

"You did this?" You asked, turning from the breath taking scene before you to look at March beside you, who was still holding your hand. His eyes softened as he looked from you to your hand and back, slowly bringing you hand up towards him as he bowed his head and softly kissed the top of it with a smirk. "You answer me first; do you like it?"

You could only breathe out your reply as you tore your gaze away from March and back out at the display he had done for you. "Yes.." You said, barely above a whisper as you felt March straighten up slightly, only to lean in next to your ear.

"Good." He whispered back, the satisfied smile showing through his words. "I love you." March added after a second of silence, leaning down to kiss your hand again as your face erupted with a deep hue.

[frodothefair]

Unwritten fics game!

@meluiloth tagged me, thank you! In fact, I now have several fic ideas that are probably not going to be written any time soon, because I just outlined FoM, and at the pace I'm going, I'll probably be at it until the fall. And I am not particularly good at juggling multiple WIPs; I never have been.

Rivendell - Currently, it is a published oneshot, but I plan to make it into a longfic. Frodo and Marigold Gamgee get together before the quest, and they flee to Rivendell together when disaster with the Ring strikes. Afterwards, they are forced to part, but Marigold soon finds she is expecting a child. The story will feature their psychic connection during the quest, a healer-elf named Nisilë who is a living ultrasound machine, a reunion in Minas Tirith, and the reckoning with Frodo's illness after the war.

Genderbent!Frodo (in a way, Frodo is also socially trans-masc here, as far as this can be understood in the world of Middle-earth). Another post-quest story, where Sam confesses to Frodo in Minas Tirith, and they become intimate, resulting in Frodo conceiving. Now poor Frodo has a pregnancy to deal with on top of her illness and the events of the Scouring, and she and Sam get married. Frodo then struggles with whether to leave Middle-earth when she is offered that option.

Expats - I wrote the first chapter, and this story can work either as a fanfic about Elijah Wood, or an original story about a character who was a child actor and transitioned to a successful adult Hollywood career. In either case, a fan strikes up an unlikely relationship with her idol, and they get married and settle down. However, the actor's statement during an interview reveals that he knows a bit too much about the seedy underbelly of Hollywood, and he begins getting threats, as well as demands from journalists and other interested parties to reveal more. The couple flee and lay low in Ukraine, where the woman is originally from, and then the actor starts getting local roles and gets involved in the community, which gives him the courage to do a tell-all interview and name the powerful players who have abused others and have gotten away with it for years. (Fun fact: this one was inspired by a dream I had, and the fact that "returning emigrant" roles in certain countries are given to actors who are, in fact, native speakers of English, and it just... hilariously doesn't work, but it's funny anyway. Also, yes, reading between the lines you can probably guess what kind of abuse I am talking about above).

Flowers of Chernobyl - Again, a story that can work either a modern AU of Flowers of Mordor, or an original work. A CIA veteran who was part of a highly specialized and dangerous mission in Chernobyl, Ukraine returns home to LA. His close friend who is also the family gardener overheard something he should not have, and was forced to either join a witness protection program, or be drafted into the CIA as well. This friend ended up going with the main character on the mission, and after it is all over, the friend/gardener's sweet younger sister, who is an aspiring doctor, comes to stay at the luxurious LA mansion for the summer, and she and the tragic CIA veteran get romantically involved.

In general, I am not sure if I want to try to get into the publishing industry. Part of me does want the recognition, but part of me feels like I will invariably have to sacrifice artistic license, and with the two stories that could work either as fanfics or original stories as above, I would have to navigate making sure that there is no whiff of an allusion to Elijah or LOTR, for instance. There is, I have to say, a certain freedom in fanfiction and publishing online. You can write whatever the heck you want, within reason.

Tags: @konartiste, @ceemafanfic if you have not been tagged already, and anyone else who wants to do this.