#gift fic :D

[jadescribbles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 葬送のフリーレン | Sousou no Frieren | Frieren: Beyond Journey's End (Manga), 葬送のフリーレン | Sousou no Frieren | Frieren: Beyond Journey's End (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fern & Frieren (Frieren), Frieren & Himmel (Frieren) Characters: Fern (Frieren), Frieren (Frieren), Himmel (Frieren), Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: One Shot, Fluff, Missing Scene, Canon Compliant, No Spoilers, POV Third Person, takes place vaguely during the granz channel cleanup, Himmel is mentioned enough I feel he deserves his own tag, dead wife-ing the narrative as always u go king Summary:

Frieren squints up at the ceiling, contemplating her choices from here. Honestly, a thousand years of living and she doesn’t know how to handle a human child—Himmel would not be disappointed in her, but she feels like he should be.

Frieren attempts to placate an upset Fern.

[nicedracula]

KISS ME, [[Pygmalion]]

[paradoxlemonade]

@mcyt-summer-of-yuri gift for @sooonah !!! It's Gempearl in a Secret Life mage AU <3

[star-stages]

More art for @kittydoremi 's Sonic and the cursed bracelet fic because I have no self-control lol

"The giant hedgehog had stopped in front of a waterfall, staring at his reflection. The moonlight lit up the area, allowing him to get a good look of himself. Not only was he enormous, there were other changes to his appearance he hadn’t noticed before; His quills were slightly darker with light purple highlights. Not only that, his eyes were bright purple."

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[blu3haw4]

Teaser

Second and original on the list of commemoratory posts for the anniversary of the 100 finale, a teaser of a very late future shot for Wanheda’s dagger week. (born from a prompt sento to me along long time ago)

Highly recommend reading it as a movie trailer with “This is how we do” by Katty Perry playing on the background

“I just-” Lexa groaned  “I was-”

“Thinking with you pussy, clearly”

“Raven!”

“How could you be so stupid?! Okay. Whatever!” Raven rolls her eyes “Now…” She leans forward conspiratorially with a smirk “Details!”

She forgot anything she thought as an answer when she turned to look at the absolute goddess standing now next to her.

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The Night Before

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Raven took her shot clean before turning to the blonde “Thank you for that. I’m Raven, and this-” She grabbed Lexa’s arm and swiftly moved out of her stool and placed Lexa on it “Is my bff Lexa. Have fun!” she shouted before scurrying away.

//

Chasing her lips as they both smirked. “I’m Clarke. By the way”

//

“Here it goes” Clarke lets out

“What does?”

//

“You have no idea how hot your response was” Clarke whispers directly into her ear, they’re engrossed in this push and pull of moving to initiate a kiss and withdrawing a second after, chasing and dodging a kiss that they both so desperately want but neither is willing to give into… yet.

//

There isn’t any cathartic moment before they decide to leave, it’s really just them dancing and kissing one moment and the next Lexa is leading Clarke out of the dance floor to where she last saw Raven.

//

Even without music they slide right back into their chase, kissing shoulders and necks, sucking on earlobes and biting jaws.

//

When Lexa expected a quick foreplay before hurrying to bed, Clarke took her time kissing all over Lexa’s neck and shoulder, biting her earlobe collarbones and jaw, always going back to her lips for a heated kiss

//

“Put me down” Lexa sighed into Clarke’s mouth, needing to have a little control over the situation.

//

With one boob in her mouth and the other in her hand, Lexa’s free hand moved to single-handedly unbutton and unzip Clarke’s trousers

“Clarke, look at me” she ordered

Raven whistles, cheering her on “That’s what I’m talking about! This is why we’re friends”

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Present time

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“Okay, what’s next? Are we about to make me really fucking angry?”

Chuckling, Lexa bites her lip “Almost” she smirks…

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“How though? For her to have f- Oh! … Oh” Raven smirks devilishly at her

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“well she reached out…” she continued quickly “and I… well, I wasn’t gonna complain” she finally looked at her best friends smirking conspiratorially.

“Nah-ah!” Raven shakes her head, giggling

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“Damn!” Raven nods approvingly “Told ya… kinky”

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Lexa sighed daydreaming a little, caught in the memory of just how much fun she had with Clarke. “I just had to kiss her”

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“Wait- Hold on” Raven raises her hands, frowning so deep that her eyes close for a moment. “You noticed?”

“We talked about it. Actually”

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“Oh yeah! Because that fixes everything!” Raven glared at her pointedly, sarcasm loud and clear. “God!” Raven covered her eyes leaning her elbow on the table “I’m terrified at the thought that half the shit that comes out of your mouth is my doing”

Lexa giggled triumphant “Thank you”

//

“this is literally the only thing that might actually save you from my rage so don’t lie to me!” Raven points angrily.

“I’m not! I’m serious!” Raven narrows her eyes still.

“For real?”

“Fuck yes”

Coming soon...

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The Night Before

Clarke’s bedroom

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[softer-sunny]

New Monsters

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Word Count: 3,505

Summary: Rex had his turn. Now the batch get to become the new tickle monsters.

Ao3 link: New Monsters

Part 2 of A Visit

This is a tickle fic

Echo was going to shrivel up from embarrassment before everyone was through messing with him. He wasn’t even entirely sure why he’d decided to try to hide in Hunter’s arms but he’d made his bed and now he had to lay in it. He was being loosely gripped by his sergeant who had decided to test the spot on his neck but he couldn’t even bother to try and get away yet. Not with Crosshair still trying to worm his way at his stomach - damn squads and their damn mischievousness. It was very probable they’d tickle him to death if he let them.

He peeked out past his hand - which was conveniently hiding his face - and caught the ridiculously smug look on Rex’s face. Traitor. This was all because Rex decided to pull out that ridiculous game they used to play. A visit. Who did Rex think he was, bringing that back up out of the blue like that? Still, despite how embarrassing it was he couldn’t help but feel lighter. The bastard knew it, too, from the look on his face. And now he was falling victim to whatever the batch was going to do to follow it up.

It wasn’t fair. Not with his skin already tingly and his limbs all shaky. The metaphorical dam had already burst when Rex attacked him and now he wasn’t going to be able to keep it in enough to save at least a little bit of his pride. Damn brothers. They always found a way to get under your skin.

Speaking of skin. If Hunter didn’t stop tracing his neck soon he was going to combust. The gentleness of it mixed with how scrunched he had to be to fend off incoming attacks from Crosshair was just making him wiggly. He hoped hiding his face partially in his own arms and Hunter’s would keep the embarrassing tittering from being too loud but by the way those two were continuing to prod at him he knew he wasn’t holding out well enough at all.

“Oh, come on, Echo.” Hunter dipped his head to try to get a look at Echo’s face but he burrowed deeper into what should have been his protective little cocoon. “Just lift your head up. Lift your head up and look at us and maybe we'll let you go.” No chance. There was no way in hell that dirty rotten trick would work on him. The second he lifted his head Crosshair would aim for a spot with accuracy so deadly he’d live up to his sniper name and then he’d be done for. Nope. Not a chance.

“We promise we’ll be niiice.” Crosshair drew the word out in something more sing-songey than his usual tone and that alone made the anticipation even worse. His hand did stop trying to wiggle into his protective ball, moving to sweep down Echo’s arm more in comfort than mischief. It was the most he’d been touched since before the Citadel and he knew he should just keep hiding until they got bored. They’d move on if they thought he needed them to, it wasn’t hard to figure that out, but a traitorous part of him didn’t necessarily want them to. The attention was more than he expected, sure, but it was a lot like how it was with the other dominos growing up. He fell victim to their moods more often than not and it seemed history was going to repeat itself.

Against at least half of his better judgment he lifted his head from the safe confines of the tangle of arms to meet their very close faces, oh Force. Echo tried not to swallow too loud, hoping not to give away any of the nervous energy building in his gut, but by the way their eyes narrowed he knew his goose was cooked. The wobbly smile planted on his face wasn’t helping his case either, nor was the way he knew his face was burning. His body never did help him in times like these. The more tickled he looked the more they’d want to do it.

Echo cleared his throat, clocking where each of their hands were. Hunter still had one arm wrapped around him, holding him by his shoulder, the other resting at the base of his neck, while Crosshair had paused his sweeping motion to rest one hand on his arm. The other was planted on the floor just next to his foot. They let him survey. He knew they were giving him a moment to make some decisions. If he pulled away they’d let him go. They’d stop, give him some space, try again another time. He could do that…

“I really doubt you two have the ability to be nice.” Echo even punctuated it with air quotes, getting their smiles to grow even more predatory. Okay, maybe he had a death wish. Maybe he was playing with fire a little too much and it would bite him in the ass.

“You doubt us? That’s a shame. Isn’t it, Crosshair?” Hunter sighed, his hand at the back of Echo’s neck squeezing just slightly. It made Echo stiffen, having to bite his lip just to keep the nervous smile at bay a little longer. He’d not quite seen this side of Hunter yet. Sure, he knew it probably existed but he’d never actually witnessed it. He had a feeling he was about to get the full picture.

Crosshair put a hand to his chest like he was offended. “Such a shame. Maybe we should just live up to expectations.” The hand on his arm started to slide around to the underside, making him jump as fingers teased sensitive skin on his bicep. How the hell was he even ticklish there? The movement just made Crosshair more determined, slipping up towards his underarm with purpose - evil purpose. Oh, he was fucked. The second he uncurled his arm from around his legs Hunter would strike and he’d flail and they’d be able to get him out of this protective little ball he’d wound himself into. But Crosshair was so damn close to a spot that would get him to break and the closer he got, fingers on their purposeful path upwards, the more he knew he’d have to make a decision.

Turns out Crosshair knew that too. He sped through the last inch and very gently scratched at Echo’s underarm, throwing every expectation Echo had into motion. He flinched, arm coming down to cover himself, at the same moment that Hunter’s fingers got to work on the back of his neck. All it took was one more flail and Crosshair grabbed his knee, pulling him from the confines of Hunter’s arms and dislodging any real chance he had at protecting himself.

They let him scoot away but followed him regardless, hands headed for every sensitive area Rex had so helpfully pointed out to them. Now Rex was lounged back on one of their bunks, hands behind his head looking like he was taking a well deserved break - the bastard. Hunter grabbed his ankle and pulled to get him flat on the ground. In one smooth motion Echo rolled onto his stomach to try and crawl away but that move might very well have been his downfall. Hunter dragged him back and he felt Crosshair sit across his thighs to pin him down.

The stupid, embarrassing giggles that were spilling out had him hiding his face in his arms, twitching when he felt Hunter sit next to him and start petting his back in comfort. He knew better than to trust that but both of them were waiting for him to look at them, that constant sweeping motion continuing while he calmed a bit. When he did peer over his shoulder Hunter was smiling down at him, head tilted to gauge his reaction. Whatever Hunter saw on his face made his smile grow and then fingers were teasing at the space where his neck met his shoulder and sent shivery tingles down his spine. Giggles started up again and made embarrassment flare under his skin.

“Don’t worry, Echo, I’m ticklish there too.” Hunter said gently. It did make him feel a bit better about being so sensitive. Knowing he could get Hunter back was a bonus he wasn’t going to take for granted either. The fabric at his lower back was fussed over and the shifting of it alone made him squirm. However, nothing was quite as bad as when fingers started their slow crawl over his lower back. He couldn’t scrunch, couldn’t shift away, so instead he just barked a noise that was not a whine - thank you Tech - and hid further in his folded arms to cover up the bitten back laugh he couldn’t hold in.

“Aw,” Wrecker’s voice was a lot closer than he expected and that’s when he realized it was Wrecker who was tickling over his back in that maddening way. With one look over his shoulder he saw Crosshair sitting cross legged over his legs, chin propped in his palm as he waggled his fingers in a playful wave. “You really got all the ticklishness of your batch, huh?” Wrecker asked, using his other set of fingers to draw little figure eights around his spine which were like little electric lines wiggling into his nerve endings.

“No!” Echo yelled back in response. He twitched in place to do something. “Fihihihives was just as bahahad!

Rex snorted, the ass. “Yeah, he was.”

“You got me into this in the first place!” Echo complained. Rex turned, a big toothy grin showing just how sorry he was. He was going to throw back some insult, something to get under Rex’s skin while he could, but there was a poke at his opposite side, right at the base of his ribcage that made him yelp.

“Interesting.” Tech said, a small smile on his face. Echo groaned, elbows shooting down to try to protect some part of his torso. At least they had him on his front. There was only so much damage they could do with the spots available. “I’m going to investigate which of your ribs gets the best reaction.” Nevermind! Echo started to squirm but it didn’t do anything to stop Tech from prodding at the lower set of ribs, dragging his finger along between the bones before pinching one. That had no right to be so bad!

His gentle giggles turned into a bright bark of laughter and still nothing he did to block it was working. He couldn’t even rock onto one side because the other one was open for Tech to take advantage of. They gave him a short reprieve, all of them disappearing at once like they’d planned it. No time to waste. Shakier than he expected he pushed himself up onto his knees and turned to face them. The entire batch was watching him with gleeful expressions that made him shrink back. Damn, they were worse than his own batch had been. Pinning him to the ground and forcing laughter out of him was one of their favorite activities and now, thank you Rex, it might become one of his new squad’s favorites too.

Wrecker made a move forward and Echo flinched away, forcing the bigger man to pause. “You alright if we keep going? Or is it too much?” He asked. For a moment Echo wasn’t sure he heard right. The batch didn’t seem particularly merciful but, then again, they hadn’t been going too hard on him. The longer he waited the more he expected a fake out - something to catch him off guard - but it never came. Patience wasn’t a virtue of theirs but they gave him time. Enough time that he got to make a decision even he was a little surprised by.

“N-no.” Echo shook his head but, as much as he tried not to let it show, his voice still had that nervous lilt to it. “It’s not t-too much. Just…” Echo thought about it then huffed. “Just try not to do it too hard, if you could.” He wasn’t sure how he would handle any aggressive digging. The light stuff was already making him react, more than he expected, there was no telling what would happen if they really dug in. Or if he could even handle it.

Wrecker’s smile turned bright as the other three dove for Echo, making him jump as they engaged him in a mock wrestling match. Each of them grabbed onto him but let him pull away if he tugged, attempting a fake pin before ultimately allowing him to escape. At first he wasn’t too sure what the game was but he wrapped his head around it pretty quick. He was going to have to give in and let them pin him. Great. Echo put up a front for a bit longer, pushing Tech over onto the floor but not getting much further before Hunter grabbed him and he decided it was time to give up.

“We’ll keep being gentle. Wouldn’t want to hurt you.” Wrecker assured as Echo was wrestled onto his back, this time very secure in knowing they’d stop if he got overwhelmed. It felt sillier somehow, knowing he’d given them permission to keep going, and that fluttery feeling swept through his stomach as they gathered around like little hungry nexu. Okay, maybe he would regret giving the OK but for now he was giving into their wide smiles and excited energy.

Crosshair hovered over him, by far the most mischievous looking of the bunch, and held up a single finger. “This is what I’m after.” He said, then dove for the hem of Echo’s shirt. Curious fingers crawled underneath the fabric, pushing it up to do the same damn thing Rex had. That alone sent a little jolt through his muscles but then Crosshair wiggled into his stomach in a way that somehow made his insides both flutter and jump at the same time. Echo clamped down over the hand attacking him but the fight was already lost. Someone on the base was going to hear him and come running thinking someone was being murdered only to find him laughing himself silly under the hands of his incredibly mean squadmates. Crosshair now had the perfect hold on his soft spot, wiggling his fingers into him while Echo held him in place. It was all he could do to throw his head back and laugh, feet stomping on the ground to try and make the energy disperse even a little bit. It didn’t last too long, fingers pausing the second Tech started to explore the spaces between his ribs again, but Crosshair’s hand stayed put. Always looming. Always a threat

His ribs weren’t too sensitive, not nearly as bad as other spots, but the way Tech prodded them like he was investigating his every move made him do something embarrassing: snort. The way Tech’s face lit up was the only warning he got before he used each of his index fingers to poke into that same spot and draw a bright, tittering, laughter out of him before lining up with pinpoint accuracy to scratch at what had to be a pressure point connected directly to a nerve. The scratching made him lurch to the side - held to the ground only by Crosshair’s hand still resting against his stomach - before he dissolved into a cocktail of snorts that just made his face burn worse.

“Bad spot?” Wrecker grinned down at him, sitting back on his heels to watch the scene with glee. Echo couldn't speak but he did nod, hiccuping. They seemed to take turns for the next bit of it. Tech got done with his ribs just for Wrecker to poke around his hip to see if the bone had any sensitivity - it did. Hunter got to go next, still focusing on that damn spot on his neck that got him giggling. If someone would’ve told him his squad would ever hear him giggle he would've thrown something at them. After Hunter was done they all backed off to let him suck in some air and Echo laid there, still clutching Crosshair’s hand to his stomach so it couldn’t move. If that hand moved he was done for.

“Gotta give me my hand back.” Crosshair tugged on his hand, smile turning into a full grin when Echo startled and held tighter.

“Not a chance.” Echo gulped down some air and twitched as the fingers on his stomach shifted - only slightly, but enough to make him let out a jumpy huff.

“Come on. Lift up your arms. Let me free.” Crosshair giving directions felt like he was teasing which did not inspire confidence. Echo shook his head. Crosshair leveled him with a raised eyebrow. “Echo, don’t be stubborn. What’s the worst I could do?” Echo mimicked his look back to him, which only made the other man laugh. “Okay, noted. Still, lift up so I can have my hand back.”

“You’re just going to ti… try to harass me again.” Echo complained. He hoped he’d be shown a little mercy but by the way Crosshair’s face lit up he wasn’t getting it.

“Wait, what was that? What’ll happen?” Crosshair asked. The rest of his squad was far too amused by his predicament to help him out, watching and waiting for his answers.

“You know.” Asshole brothers.

Crosshair shrugged. “You have to say it.” For fucks sake. Echo groaned and let his head fall back against the floor. None of the rest of them were going to save him. Well… he was having fun. That didn’t mean he liked having to say the word in front of them. It made his cheeks burn just thinking about it. Regardless, he was never going to get out of this unless he gave in.

“You’re just going to tickle me, okay? Are you happy?” Echo said through gritted teeth. The blush on his cheeks just flushed deeper. Crosshair’s face brightened before something utterly evil passed through his eyes.

“Yes.” Crosshair said right before his arms were grabbed and pulled away so Crosshair could scribble mercilessly into his stomach. The way Echo’s body lurched was almost comical but Echo didn’t notice. Not while laughing so hard he was afraid he might break somebody’s eardrums.

“Must be his tickle tickle spot.” Hunter commented. He had one of his knees propped up, resting his chin against it while he watched, amused. Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up.

“If my calculations are right it’s actually right about here.” Tech held up one finger then prodded a very specific spot on his belly, just nearing the lower side, and scratched. It made something short circuit in his brain just feeling it but nothing compared to the next few seconds. All of them, all at once, grabbed to attack a different spot. They poked, and prodded, and scribbled, until all Echo could do was lay there and laugh.

They learned too much from Rex.

Echo couldn’t even babble properly anymore, words intertwining with the giggles he wasn’t even trying to keep inside anymore. He wasn’t sure why he expected that Crosshair of all people would protect him but it was worth a shot as he shoved directly into him, wrapping his arms around him tightly and burying his face in Crosshair’s chest. It nearly knocked the man back onto the floor. The man who was now laughing at him, which was rude and uncalled for. Crosshair’s arms wound around him and for a moment he thought there might be more coming, another chance to grab his sides and send him crashing to the floor, but he was just squeezed. Crosshair even pivoted them away from the rest of the batch so Echo’s back didn’t feel quite so exposed, tucking his head close to Echo’s while his breath calmed down. He could feel the amusement in Crosshair’s quiet laughter still rumbling in his chest. It would’ve felt like laughter at Echo’s expense if it wasn’t for how Crosshair kept rubbing his back to aid him in breathing normally again.

“Evil.” Echo’s voice was shaky. “All of you are so damn evil.” He knew they were laughing at him but his body was too tingly for him to care. All of that fuzzy energy was still dancing on his skin and it took everything in him not to just keep laughing.

“Told you, Echo.” Rex groaned as he rolled to sit on the edge of the bunk. “I just knew there was a pack of tickle monsters around here.” With a flourish Echo flipped him off but his arm flopped back down only seconds after. Too tired to think. Too warm to string together thoughts. Wrecker even moved to rub comforting circles on his back as he rested his head against Crosshair’s shoulder.

He could handle a few more monsters, Echo decided, as long as he eventually got to get them back.

[palestporn]

Gamzee: What those horns do tho

"So, uh, horns," you say, like a chill motherfucker who hasn't been throwing looks at this growly little motherfucker's head since you met him this morning.

"I've heard of them," he says, sass-mouthed little emperor with his tiny horns tossed like a challenge. Starts off toward the next block, and goes and takes the crown off his horns and peels his shirt off like it ain't no thing. You knew he was a solid little armful, but damn.

"Damn," you say, out loud, and he turns back to look at you like he's about to ask what's up and then sees you getting a full motherfucking ogle on and goes reddish at the ears and horns again.

"Yeah, yeah," he says, and waves off your looking at him. "So, horns?"

Oh shit, right. "Horns," you say back, and hurry on up to come after him. Are you supposed to take your shit off too? Way they trained it, if the emperor wants one of them touched he touches and if he wants their skin out he says so.

...Karkat turns away from you to fuck around with folding his shirt up, and shows you the whole length of his back, bared at you. You get kinda motherfucking stupid about it. Damn.

When you step up on him from behind him and put a hand real careful on the side of his neck, he goes tense and then eases slow--when you tilt back his head a little bit, he lets you.

"Out at the yellow, shit's about texture, I got told," you say, and just rest the blunt tip of a claw to the blunt tip of a horn. there's a little edge of ridge up and around; you can click the flat of a claw up along where it fades away, real light and slow. With his shirt off and his weight resting back on you, you can feel him shiver. "Gotta play nice if there's not a lot to get your grip on of, but you can rattle the fuck out of 'em if they're longer."

"Like yours," he says, intending at some shit. You had it shown at you how it feels to lock horns, not slamming against like a challenge but shifting around and clicking and catching together. Goes all down your posture column, like sparks. He's not got the horns, but you felt how strong his fronds are and he's sure the fuck got claws.

...Focus, motherfucker.

"Like mine, yeah," you say, and make distraction at yourself about how that might feel by sliding your grip on down and getting the heel of your frond right into the base of his horns.

You knew he'd like it, on account his ancestor's shit's been mapped and marked a hundred sweeps. But it still makes you feel like the emperor your own damn self, when he goes "Hhha, fuck," all shaky and sways back hard against you.

"Down at the red," you say, and press just like how you got taught, deep and slow, smoothing down his shaved-down hair along how it lays, not against it. "Gotta give some motherfucking pressure."

He says "Oh, fuck," again--and again, like it's about all he can think to say. Breathes slower, leans harder, grasps back and grips at you behind him. "Oh, shit."

"Gotta push harder than you figure," you say, for all your voice sounds cracked and not yours. "Head conciliatrix smacks the shit outta your knuckles if you go too light--feels like you're gonna hurt a motherfucker but if you get in there real good--"

You press again and he makes like to curse and only lets out a whine like pleading instead, crooning under it in his rattlebox. Bites it off embarrassed a second later, but holy shit. Fuck.

"--That shit'll undo knots all the way to the motherfucking ground if you do it right," you finish off, and for a beautiful miracle of a second you don't think about being pissed, or scared, or ghosts or emperors or any other bullshit. Just how he goes loose in your grip, barely keeping his feet. "Motherfucker, you sound so fucking good."

"I'll pay you back with interest," he croaks out, brave show but wavery. "In the evening. We need to sleep. Hha, shit. C'mon, 'coon."

"Tonight" again, huh? Lotta shit happening tonight. Who fucking knows how your life's gonna shake up by this time tomorrow morning.

You think you can just about motherfucking live with that.

[-END-]

[START OVER]

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Eustass Kid Kink: #15 Bratty Reader Prompt: #20. "Kiss me like you missed me." Gift Giver: @swampstew

Summary: Eustass up and vanished for a whole day, and gave orders to keep you on the ship no matter what. Then he had the audacity to expect a warm welcome.

Content Notes: oral sex (reader receiving), of course he calls them mouse, vaginal sex, inappropriate use of a devil fruit >.>, cream pie, swearing, short but mighty - fluffy end

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Kid’s golden amber eyes were on you like a predator watching its prey. His head was between your thighs, and after a few teasing kisses against them, he was now buried in your cunt, eating you like a man starved.

It felt good.

It felt really good.

But you’d be damned if you were going to let him know how good it felt, or how much you missed him.

He’d been gone before you woke up, and came back so late you were truly dead to the world by the time he came to bed. The day had dragged without him around and no one on the ship seemed to know what had kept him. Only that Hip and Hop had explicit orders to keep you aboard. No exceptions.

When you’d woken up, wrapped in his arms, you’d wriggled yourself free with the intent of just being somewhere else when he woke up. Your movements, careful as they were, had been enough to wake him. After you’d refused to kiss him, and he’d refused to tell you what he was up to, you ended up here.

Kid was certain he could fix your bad attitude and had spent the last ten minutes kissing your body and stripping away your pajamas. You didn’t deny him, didn’t tell him to stop, but you refused to kiss him back until he told you what he was up to.

Damn him and his skills.

The first soft moan escapes you, and you can feel the grin on his face with his lips pressed against your pussy like they were. There was no winning for you now, and even if you didn’t want to give in, your body was done trying to protest.

Your legs trembled as he gripped your hips and twirled his pierced tongue against your clit. Your hands grabbed the sheets so roughly your knuckles were white, and a much louder moan was ripped from your throat as he sucked harshly on the bundle of nerves.

You could feel the familiar hum that followed his devil fruit power, and nearly swore as a smooth, round, long, and cold metal object began to rub your slit, just below his lips. It was a gift you had given him some time ago, a perfectly smooth glob of metal that you had happened upon after a particularly fierce battle.

It reminded you of a wish stone, aside from the fact that it wasn’t a stone, but for Eustass Kid it was a perfect one. You told him about wish stones, gave it to him and just left it at that. It had been a few months before either of you had admitted your feelings.

You were delighted to know he kept it on him all that time, but you couldn’t believe what he was getting ready to do with it.

“Is… is that my g-gift?” You didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to give an inch, but you were too surprised by the revelation.

Eustass only looks at you, spreading your legs wide as he teases your clit with his teeth. Your body freezes, if you buck you could hurt yourself, but the hard, almost sharp sensation of his teeth against your throbbing clit was sending lightning through you.

The brute could be terrifyingly precise when he wanted, and you’re nearly whimpering as the metal wish stone pushes into your cunt. You can’t move, you can’t twitch, all you can do is accept every single drop of pleasure. The stone’s nothing compared to Kid, but it’s vibrating as it slides back and forth inside you while he pays careful attention to your clit.

The pleasure’s building, your toes are flexing, and you’re worried you’re going to leave holes in the sheets as you try not to move.

“Kid – Kid, please. Please. I ca-can’t take it!” You cry as the pleasure seems ready to overwhelm you. You need to move, you can’t stay perfectly still when you cum, you know you can’t, and you want to squirm and scream and cry for him on top of it.

Everything stops, except for a few heavy, lazy licks from Eustass against your shivering clit.

“You miss me, mouse?” He questions evenly, bright eyes regarding you from beneath hooded lids.

You almost cry, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Gonna show me how much you missed me?” He prompts, the wish stone slipping out of you and into Kid’s hand as he changes positions, caging himself over you.

You nod as thick arms hook your legs and push them open, Eustass Kid leaning down closer to you as his heavy cock presses against your clit. You reach out as he leans down closer, letting your hands disappear into his fiery red hair, pulling yourself up to meet him and kissing him.

The press of your lips together included the push of his throbbing cock into your pussy. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you gasped from the pleasure, Kid leaning into you and diving into the kiss as he thrusts deep inside you. He took you, devouring your cries and moans with relentless and aggressive kisses as his hips slapped into your thighs.

He was so precise. So exacting. Even at his most bruising, Kid took you to the limit he intended. Limits you weren’t even originally certain you could reach. Not just behind closed doors either.

“K-Kid!” You cry, your voice muffled by the continued kisses. His lipstick is a mess on his face, it’s a mess on yours, you’re sure. How late did he get back, that he didn’t even clean it off?

“Yeah, sweetheart?” The question falls from him in a grunt as he continues to pound into you.

“F-fuck, fill me up, please!” You beg, feeling yourself melt at the glint in his eyes as the devious grin slips along his face.

“Missed you too, mouse.” He grins before leaning down and kissing you again. His tongue pushing past your lips as he commands control of both of your mouths.

Your body tenses, shivering against the immovable will that his Eustass-goddamned-Kid as the pleasure within you crests. Your cry of pleasure breaks the kiss as you’re squirming uselessly under him. His lips find your neck instead, teeth and tongue leaving their mark and urging more desperate growls of pleasure from you as you orgasm against him.

A few heavy thrusts, a satisfied grunt that sinks into your neck, you can feel his pleasure already leaking down your body. He slumps against you, head resting against your chest, as you both just enjoy the quiet afterglow for a moment.

You wonder idly if he got any sleep at all last night, and what could he possibly have been up to? What the hell happened yesterday that would leave Kid docile and spent after a single round?

It would be some hours before you would know. The velvet wrapped custom wooden box was still perfectly wrapped in Kid’s coat. From the box to its contents, he had made everything, in a single day, at someone else’s workshop, because he didn’t want you to see anything.

Not until he was ready.

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Chapters: 7/10 Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Empires SMP Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Charles | Grian/Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Charles | Grian & Jimmy | Solidarity, Charles | Grian & Jimmy | Solidarity & Pearl | PearlescentMoon Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Horror, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Psychological Horror, Alternate Universe - 1970s, Alternate Universe - Detectives, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Horror, Paranormal, Childhood Trauma, Charles | Grian-centric, Charles | Grian Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Charles | Grian is Not Okay, Charles | Grian and Jimmy | Solidarity and Pearl | PearlescentMoon are Siblings, Family Issues, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar Needs a Hug, Protective Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Psychic GoodTimesWithScar, Detective Charles | Grian, Jimmy | Solidarity Needs a Hug, Small Towns, Folklore, Psychological Trauma, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence

Hermit’s Hollow was a quiet town where you learned to ignore whisperings of nonsense and the dull, persistent feeling of being watched before you learned to ride a bike. To call it pedestrian would be a great disservice to all the terrible oddities occupying it— folks and legends alike.

Not that Grian believed any of them, of course.

Or; There's something wrong in Hermit's Hollow. There's something wrong with Grian. Neither of these are a surprise to him.

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Day After Day | 日复一日

25k | T | Weilan | Case Fic, Undercover Married, Grief

Shen Wei swallows. “And this is why you asked me to—” he makes a vague gesture that means go undercover as your husband “—pretend with you.” Zhao Yunlan comes to a stop, eyes on Shen Wei. “That’s why the cover is a married couple. The reason I’m asking you is because there are no other options for people to go undercover with.” Shen Wei scoffs to give himself an excuse to look away. “You certainly know how to flatter someone, Zhao Yunlan.” Or: Four Haixingren disappear for two months after a stay at a romantic mountain retreat. Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan book a weekend there to find out what happened.

it's finally here!!! my beloved fic for the 520 day guardian reverse exchange! this was written for trobadora, who gave me the most delicious set of ideas to fit into a story. it was so fun.

i have no idea how to describe this fic, frankly - this is, hands down, the most complex and most heartwrenching and most incredible thing i've ever written in my entire life.

here is a list of some things in it: a kiss, a mystery, a change of heart. old chinese people, dark energy world-building, lesbians, big-time character parallels, forgery of documents, rainstorms, rowboats, lollipop symbolism, [redacted], bedsharing, grading, the stupidest undercover name ever. zhao yunlan described with so many light metaphors. shen wei being the most shen wei i could make him.

read Day After Day | 日复一日 on ao3 here!

[forgedraptor]

hanahaki au p6

Penguin is looking at him weirdly again. That little scrunch between his eyes and frown means the man is thinking in overdrive

Its been a couple of weeks since Law spat out his first petal, ever since hes been using a mask to cover his face, luckily it didint garner any suspicion because of his work as a doctor, but the coughing surely did

its like a tickle at the back of his throat that he just cant itch, Law knows theres some left over petals down there that cant seem to get out enough fr a free windpipe but damn, sometimes he wishes he could do surgery on himself to take some of it off because its so damn annoying

alas he cant magically conjure up an operating room to do it, so he'll stick to massaging his throat and drinking dry-cough syrup to try easing the pain

does that even work? will it even help his agitated throat or just leave the flowers stuck down there covered in medicine? law does not know nor does he have enough energy to care

but more than that, his friends are starting to worry, well, worry more than usual. Bepo is trying to convince him to go to a doctor, even though technically, they are doctors too, just in a different field. Sachi has been bringing soothing teas and drinks that hes been forcing Law to drink. His favorite seems to be lemon and honey this week. Law cant lie, it does help even if its a short time

Meanwhile Penguin, that annoying perceptive asshole, has been staring at him for the past 20min and not saying a word and Law has a dreaded feeling that the man is connecting outrageous but also accurate thoughts about Laws symptoms

Maybe its because the three were there when Law finally stopped denying himself for having a crush on Luffy (which may or may not be because the three had pointed out all the facts, with a PowerPoint presentation and pictures to showcase his infatuation with the strawhat wearing boy with the last slide saying: 'you deserve to love and be loved idiot!!' in all caps which yes, may have left the four of them in a pile of limbs, hugging and crying at night and waking up to work the next day with red rimmed eyes and smiles, or in Laws case, a smirk)

But yes, it seems that Penguin has been connecting the dots, and as crazy as it may seem hes always been good at giving the most craziest suggestions and ideas that could either be the right deductions or close enough for them to diagnose the right symptoms or solutions they need to help a pateint.

like law said, perceptive asshole.

so its not too far in the realm of reality for Penguin to realize something is wrong, and not in the usual 'you need to eat and sleep more' way but something deeper, and thus the reason why his thinking face is currently on the tired cardiac surgeon and annoying the fuck out of him

But Law isint going to say anything, Penguin can glare all he wants but he is not saying a word. fuck that. and fuck Penguin.

but the world has a funny way to mess up his plans every single time because the moment he tries to stand up and leave, his chest gives a painful clench and a sudden pulsating, stabbing pain overwhelms laws everything.

stumbling, he grabs the closes surface he can find which is luckily part of the table, but which is unluckily, full of books, papers, coffee cups and other shit they were to lazy to clean up, and it all crashes unto the floor, as law wheezes for the breath that he cant seem to get from his lungs. fuck why did it suddenly get so fucking painful??

someone is grabbing him, shit is the world titling? he cant breathe. he needs to breathe. something is stuck in his throat. he needs to fucking breathe. law suddenly feels a pair of hands around his chest and a sudden painful squeeze. A wave of nausea hits him as something forcibly gets spat out of his mouth and unto his mask

its only a few minutes later when the black splotches in his eyesight disappears that law realizes hed fallen over and is now slumped on the ground, with Bepo next to him holding his hand and breathing deeply, trying to make law instinctually copy him, with Sachi holding a pulse ox and is that an oxgyen tank? and Penguin is holding his mask and shirt open- fuck. wait. his mask. fuck. the petals.

"law. youve got a lot of explaining to do, you fucker."

Bepo is silently crying, Sachi's hand that is still holding and oxygen tank which is, what the fuck?? is shaking, and Penguin isnint even shouting as he hissed those words.

he sounds like a person who finally figured out a puzzle piece that was missing but then the finished image is something you hate, so you seethe and burn in anger and frustration and oh fuck.

law is so dead.

[subtleshenanigans]

Ah ha, finished it!

This is for @rjam9, concepts and lines pulled directly from one of their endnotes in The party's never over for you. I've been wanting to work more on stuff loosely, so silly stuff is always good, and I'm more motivated to do things for other people lol.

sorry I know the angles are kinda wonky. Hope you like it!

[sweetestpopcorn]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Harwin Strong/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Hightower/Viserys I Targaryen, Corlys "The Sea Snake" Velaryon/Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon Characters: Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Joffrey Velaryon, Viserys I Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Harwin Strong, Aegon II Targaryen, Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Helaena Targaryen, Daeron Targaryen (Son of Viserys I), Otto Hightower, Rhaenys Targaryen (Daughter of Aemon), Laena Velaryon (Daughter of Corlys), Laenor Velaryon, Criston Cole, Arryk Cargyll, Erryk Cargyll, Steffon Darklyn, Lorent Marbrand, Willis Fell, Rickard Thorne, Lyonel Strong, Larys Strong, Lyonel Strong's Daughters, Aegon III Targaryen, Vhagar (ASoIaF), Caraxes (ASoIaF), Syrax (ASoIaF), Vermax (ASoIaF), Arrax (ASoIaF), Sunfyre (ASoIaF), Dreamfyre (ASoIaF), Tyraxes (ASoIaF), Tessarion (ASoIaF), Seasmoke (ASoIaF), Grand Maester Gerardys (A Song of Ice and Fire), Mushroom the Fool (A Song of Ice and Fire), Septon Eustace (A Song of Ice and Fire), Grand Maester Mellos (A Song of Ice and Fire), Jasper Wylde, Lyman Beesbury, Baela Targaryen, Rhaena Targaryen (Daughter of Daemon), Moondancer (ASoIaF) Additional Tags: Story: The Rogue Prince (A Song of Ice and Fire), Story: The Princess and the Queen (A Song of Ice and Fire), Book: Fire and Blood (A Song of Ice and Fire), House Targaryen (A Song of Ice and Fire), The Dance of the Dragons | Aegon II Targaryen v. Rhaenyra Targaryen Era, Daemon and Rhaenyra are the OTP, This story if based on the canon events and has no link to any adaptation Summary:

Lady Laena's death was the first tragedy of 120 AC, but it would not be the last. For this was to be a year when many of the long-simmering tensions and jealousies that had plagued the Seven Kingdoms finally came to a boil, a year when many and more would have reason to wail and grieve and rend their garments...

Based on the characters and events created by GRRM.

[atmospheral]

djdfljslkfjslkfdkjfljfjdfljdf!!!!!!! @lunisoular wrote a beautiful tender gift fic inspired by my seraphim!ace art and fic which was originally inspired by their art (1, 2)!! everyone please go check the fic out here!!!!

genuinely i think this is the best part of fandom when everyone is sharing and getting inspired by each other and creating. it's so good

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ava gift exchange 2023! 🎄🥳

it's here! happy holidays, lulw (@tdlad), hope you're having a good one! this isn't a piece of visual art since i don’t have the tools to create one, so you get a dr. seuss-inspired fic + a part of a fic i might finish later!

due to irl events, i had to rush these a bit, but i hope you enjoy it either way :) have a wonderful winter (or summer, depending on where you are) week, and happy (early) new year! *gives gingerbread cookie*

(prompt: i tried to combine elements from all three, but i focused on “the dark lord with red coat (that tdl in my posts)” specifically—your art is just gorgeous, btw!)

word count: ~1400 for the first one/the dr. suess-y one, ~1320 (and counting?) for the second one/the unfinished one

(and special thanks to @avagiftexchange for hosting this!)

Fic 1: How the Grinch Dark Lord Stole Christmas (or: dark's christmas cake romp)

Every stick in Stick City, near the end of the year, Every stick in Stick City brimmed with holiday cheer…

But! The Dark Lord, who’s not far from here, Who lived in the wintry woods quite near— The Dark Lord held Christmas even more dear!

~-~

The Dark Lord loved Christmas, this is no bluff, And you’d best believe it, he just can’t get enough! Was it because he enjoyed the sound of children laughing clear, Or did he simply have a particular liking for reindeer? Well I’ll tell you his secret, his reason for this: He really, really liked log cakes, they fill him with bliss.

“Christmas awaits, on the very next day, Christmas really is just a day away!”

But, From his perch in the woods, Watching the stars from where he stood, With hungry eyes and vibrant ardor, With the growing desire for Christmas he harbors, (and a craving for frosting he just can’t ignore), The Dark Lord knew: he needed more!

He needed more of all that Christmas had in store! And he will get more, he swore, He’ll claim even more of Christmas, ‘twas his right as a Lord!

But—how? Christmas is already drawing so near, Soon enough, Christmas will practically already be here! He needed more time, and he needed… a plan! A plan to put Christmas in the palm of his hand.

So The Dark Lord schemed, And he schemed, and he schemed, And he conjured a scheme, A terrible scheme!

“A-ha! I’ve got a brilliant idea!”

Dark cackled, a sound from deep in his throat, As he pulled from his closet his most dapper red coat. “They’ll never see me coming, even from the skies, “So long as I craft myself a most clever disguise!”

So he lined his coat with cotton, like Santa’s coat proper, Just as into the room, his friend Chosen entered— “Look, dearest Chosen, I’ve come up with a plan, “A plan to seize Christmas in the palm of my hand!”

Dear Chosen deadpanned, “Why are you talking like that,” And right after, he inquired, what about your silly Santa’s hat?

“No I didn’t—”

“Right here! I believe my night cap is sufficient,” Dark proclaimed, wearing the hat over his ears. “Now I only need a reindeer…”

But around this area, their part of the woods here, This much Dark knew: you wouldn’t find any deer! But was Dark deterred…? No! He said, “If I can’t find a deer, I’ll just make one instead!”

“...What do you think you’re doing with that big red nose.”

…And Dark ended up sticking the nose and antlers on his one last Virabot instead!

And so, with his little red cap on his hollow red head, And his feet firmly planted in his makeshift sled— He took with him a burlap sack, Which he then hoisted upon his back— He yelled, “Onward!” just before he took flight, Off to steal Christmas, he disappeared into the night!

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Back on the ground, Chosen gazed down at the cardboard box—sorry, at the sled—Dark left behind. He stared at the confused Virabot, wearing an antler headband and sporting a red clown nose glued to its face, and sighed. “This is so stupid…”

~-~

A jaunty holiday tune played from an open Chrome window, But not a sound could be heard coming from inside their homes. He was here at last, and at the perfect time, too— They must all be in their beds, dreaming away without a clue! “Now to enact my plan…”

So he climbed down the chimney, one crafted from brick, It wasn’t too tight a fit, for he was literally a stick. Though he did get stuck once, or twice, maybe thrice— And he cursed his head, loudly, for it was massive in size. “Ow—seriously, who makes chimneys this small—”

“Second, is that you?”

Just as Dark managed to extricate himself, finally, Free from the clutches of that dastardly chimney— He came face-to-face with his first obstacle: Little Cindy-Blue Who, carrying fruits in a bowl.

“Wha… Little Cindy-Blue who?”

That’s right! Little Cindy-Blue Who, probably much older than two, Who… was actually awake at this time? But it’s two (a.m.)!

“Oh, no, we don’t actually sleep. Like at all. Except Second, sometimes, but he’s off doing his own thing right now. But uhh, anyways, hi, Dark Lord! What—what’s up? And why are you dressed like…”

And oh, there was a cautious glint in his eyes— He was nervous! But there was no need for such fright, Not if Dark wanted his plan to go without a hitch. So Dark would assure him, and explain his impromptu visit:

“You see, sweet youth—you see, the job of Santy, “Is to stock up your stockings, and fill them aplenty! “So that’s what I’m here for—but not you, my dear, “For this gift’s a surprise, so I can’t have you near.”

And the lie rolled cleanly off The Dark Lord’s tongue, For he was clever, and sure to fool the young. And surely enough, Cindy-Blue Who was nodding, Raring and ready to hurry back to bed a-plodding. You’re right, Santa Dark, he joyfully exclaimed, I’ll head right back to bed now! With a turn and a wave.

“What? But I didn’t say anythi—”

And so, with his burlap sack swinging, And with Cindy-Blue assuaged, standing there beaming— “Hey, don’t—get back here…!” The Dark Lord marched onward, his first obstacle cleared!

…only to find four more, all waiting at the door!

(…crap)

Ahem—what a surprise! The Dark Lord gasped, He can’t believe his eyes, ‘twas something he almost couldn’t grasp— What a sight, that they’d all come to greet him so, How happy they must be, to all rush out and greet him so!

“Hey uhh… what’s he saying?”

‘What’s he saying?’ They’re asking what game he’s playing! They ask why he’s here, and on what he was preying. But! faced with a barrier of four— Now five, as Cindy-Blue Who, panting, adds one more… They all block his path to the far kitchen door, But has this ever stopped The Dark Lord before? No!

“Hey wait, where are you going?” Cindy-Blue called when Dark showed no signs of slowing.

“Why’d you come here all of a sudden?” Said the yellow, placing a hand on his chin.

“The Cindy-blue-what now?” Slowly asked the red fellow.

“And what’s with the getup?” Queried Green, looking him from the toes up.

“Oh, Chosen told me he and Dark recently discovered these popular picture books. And ever since then, Dark’s been narrating everything he does in rhyme.”

“Ah, is that why he’s talking like that?” Yellow asked, eyeing his little Santa’s hat.

“That’s actually kind of impressive,” Remarked Green, who’s usually quite quick to forgive.

“Ooh, try rhyming something with orange!” Red said as Cindy-Blue stood next to Orange.

“Please stop calling me that, I don’t even know what it means,” Groaned Cindy-Blue Who, beside a laughing Green.

“Hey guys, Chosen texted me again just now—apparently Dark is here trying to ‘steal Christmas’ from us—which really just means he wants our log cakes.”

(goddammit Chosen you traitor)

“Wait, that’s it? That’s what that devious plan he was cackling about is?”

“I mean, Blue could always just make another cake. You could’ve just asked if you wanted one.”

“Yeah, and you’re… kind of really bad at sneaking? We could hear you narrating really loudly as soon as you got here.”

“And cursing out Orange’s chimney, too. Geez, that was vulgar…”

“Well,” with a flourish, the orange stick gestures, Towards the kitchen, where Dark had been hoping to plunder. “We’ve got some cake, if you want it. Next time just let us know you’re coming before you tear a portal through our wifi. And maybe keep your visits during the daytime, or at least don’t come crawling down my chimney past midnight…”

What was this? Could it be—no, it simply couldn’t be… But it was! “They’ll stand here and hand Christmas—to me?” For ‘twas the season of giving, of gifts freely given, Of gingerbread, batter, and cakes in the kitchen.

And there Dark stood and pondered, and pondered, and pondered, ‘Til a bright thought struck him! One that filled him with wonder: Could it be, then, that Christmas was not for the taking, But for shared cheer and laughs and all that in the making?

“Oh, for Adobe’s—just sit down and have some log cake.” And, well— ‘Twas simply an offer Dark cannot forsake.

- the end -

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Fic 2: i don't actually have a name for it yet, but i think i'll call it thaw for now

Christmas. ‘Twas a time of joyous laughter and warm embraces, of fireside affections and wintry escapades. ‘Twas the season of giving, be it presents or sweets or even the simplest of smiles—‘twas a time when even the little things, when given to another, are made infinitely precious.

Christmas. ‘Twas an absolutely perplexing holiday, for a stick such as The Dark Lord—and ‘twas a completely pointless one, too, as far as Dark was concerned.

Yet, when a pair of glittery red envelopes arrived at the doorstep of his and Chosen’s cabin in the woods—and when he opened one of them up to find an invitation inside, filigreed in gold and writ upon with a blue gel pen (in rather shaky handwriting, he noticed)—he didn’t immediately turn it to ash. He regarded it for longer than he normally would’ve, longer than he should’ve, turning it this way and that under the light—‘You’re invited!’, it winked up at him. If he didn’t know better just how sappy the animator’s favorite and his friends can be, he would’ve thought this was some kind of taunt.

(“You’re invited!”? who in their right minds would want to invite The Dark Lord, the outernet’s worst cyber-criminal, to something as mundane—as warm alien pointless—as a holiday gathering?)

While he was still winning gots nose at the gaudy invitation, the only other stick around for miles appeared in his periphery—Chosen picked up an envelope, too, when he saw what Dark was studying at the doorway. Dark almost hadn’t noticed when his fr… when his roommate had snuck up behind him, his pronounced footfalls doing little to breach the chasm between them; it was all he could do to stop himself from launching a fireball at Chosen as soon as the latter reached past him (he hadn’t forgotten how well that’d gone for him the last time…) 

Clumsily, fumbling with it once or twice, Chosen peeled at the envelope. His invitation was inked in orange instead of blue, littered with tiny scribbled drawings, and written in much neater script, too. Dark couldn’t catch the rest; Chosen always stood with his feet angled toward him these days, so his invitation turned away from view. That, and he’d moved a few paces away from the doorway—and Dark wasn’t interested anyway, he wasn’t. Pointless, he told himself again, it was such a pointless gesture. It was something he didn’t need—The Dark Lord had better things to do, had more important things to do, than to entertain something as small and banal as a Christmas party—it was a pointless affair, that was all it was.

(and yet.)

And yet. Dark wouldn’t be able to say what possessed him to do it; if it was sheer curiosity, a part of him balking at his own degrading wonder—or if it was when Chosen’s fingers tightened their hold on his invitation, carving minute creases into the paper,

and when the other stick’s eyes crinkled, just barely, in tender longing silent laughter only Dark would recognize—when those eyes finally met his, carrying a question and a spark Dark hadn’t seen in so long—he couldn’t find it within him to say no.

(it was Chosen’s idea, he would say later—it was all his roommate’s fault, the first and last person to extend their hand to him, that he was crashing their little party. he hadn’t wanted this, hadn’t needed it—he didn’t need this, he didn’t.)

~-~

If he was being honest—Dark really didn’t have anything better to do than to attend the party.

Ever since he was blasted to kingdom come by the animator’s favorite, ever since a battered Chosen had found him at the foot of a volcano and hauled his near-corpse all the way back to their cabin—in the months since, he’d seldom left their secluded area in the woods to do anything more than take a short walk. His shoulder still smarted from the hole that’d been blown through it, his skin etched with throbbing green scars all over—he couldn’t travel far beyond the bounds of the woods without wilting, robbed of breath. Needless to say, his heydays of ash and destruction were far behind him.

(and even if all his progress hadn’t been deleted, rendered void when Chosen destroyed the rest of his virabots following the “incident”—these days, looking at the place where he’d once stood tapping away at his computer, believing himself the inheritor of a grander purpose than the one dealt to him by the animator—it left an sour taste in his mouth.)

In his current condition, even petty theft seemed beyond his capabilities. Which was going to be a problem, he realized, when he turned to the back of the invitation and saw the damning first rule of the party written in a bold green: “Come in a costume! No costume, NO ENTRY.”

Well, in the state he was in, he wasn’t going to be pulling any heists anytime soon, not even on cheap outfitters—and he doubted any store would simply let a notorious cyber-criminal waltz into their establishment, even just to look around. That left him with only two options: either go through his own closets, or brave Chosen’s minefield of a room to rifle through his. It wasn’t a hard decision to make. 

With practiced ease (and only slightly impeded by his still-healing injuries), Dark picked his way past piles of lightly-charred sweaters, discarded bandages, random knick knacks collecting dust over the years, a self-sustaining tornado of trash—all the way across his roommate’s bedroom to reach the far end where the closets were. While Dark considered his fashion sense to be impeccable, none of his clothes really screamed “festive.” It was all something along the lines of “looks like he could kill you” or “warning: would actually kill you.” Chosen’s taste in clothes, on the other hand, was more… eclectic. There was more variety; he’d probably have a better chance finding something acceptable to wear here than in his own wardrobe.

Dark threw open the leftmost closet, a mahogany behemoth with the price sticker still slapped on the left door, and oh, that was—what even was that? No, those pants were too long, and the pair beside them the wrong shade of green—and oh, that’s garish, why did he even think to nab this? What is this even supposed to be, a mop? Or some kind of shawl? That color is way too bright to ever belong on a shirt, that shirt is a visual safety hazard. And what—why aren’t these socks the same, where’s the other one in the pair? None of these socks are the same—is that a pair of googly eyes—

Dark shut the closet door. He should’ve expected this, really; he’d witnessed the affront to fashion that was Chosen’s wardrobe thousands of times before, whenever they had to disguise themselves to go into the city. The two other closets wouldn’t be much better, he knew, but just as he was turning to head back toward the door—had that box always been there?

Tucked away into the corner of the room was a small cardboard box, a little tattered and stained in several spots from years of disuse but otherwise appearing untouched by the surrounding mess. As an expert at navigating Chosen’s room, Dark knew for certain it hadn’t been there the last time he was here (just over three months ago. he’d been scrounging for one of the aprons he’d left in Chosen’s room; it feels like it’s been forever since then.)

It took only a short hop for Dark to reach it. The next second, he was kneeling down in front of it, carefully lifting the top flaps—and sure, maybe a part of him was prodding at him, telling him whatever was in there was probably stashed away in the corner for a reason, reminding him that things are different now, the space between you and him, it’s different now—but that hadn’t ever stopped Dark before

(aaand that's all i have for this second one for now. i'll probs post the rest on ao3 or something if i finish this, but i'll def let you know!)

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but yeah, anywho, that's all—have a wonderful holiday season! :)