#goddamnit plot bunnies

[satashiiwrites]

F it Friday writing/from a fic i’m totally definitely not writing

I have to go to a work party tonight (joy) but i’m procrastinating by putting this scene down as it’s been stuck in my head. 

For the record… i now have three scenes half-written… and it’s one each from Mass Effect 1, Mass Effect 2 and Mass Effect 3.  

Goddamnit plot bunny…. Can’t you give me a break??

Title: The First Spectre (aka previously known as untitled 911/Mass Effect space opera slowburn) a chapter somewhere in the back third of the story that would fit in ME3 if you’re keeping track. Might end up have ME1=the first spectre, ME2=Spectre Reborn and ME3=The Second Spectre…. But who knows.  

Fandom: 911, Mass Effect Trilogy

Pairing: endgame Buddie (MShenko equivalent).  Assume anything else is fair game until we hit ME3 territory because i’m totally making Taylor into Miranda and Abby is going to be Liara.

Tags/warnings: i’m still not committing to writing this monster length fic(and I do mean monster length if I go for it—like 600k of the slowest of slow burns).  In the meantime i’m evidently writing a beginning, a divorce-era horizon disaster, and can clearly picture the catalyst firing/’don’t leave me behind’ scene in all its angsty goodness and now i’m adding the actual ‘i’m here to help you relax scene. Author may be in deep trouble.  First draft with zero editing done.  Assume Eddie=Kaidan Alenko and Buck=MShep.  

Tagging because they asked @shortsighted-owl​, @monsterrae1​ @ajunerose​ @alyxmastershipper​  If you would like to be tagged for any updates or snippets from this one please let me know.

This scene inspired by this MShenko scene

To Eddie’s surprise, the door opens before he can knock or ask MADDIE to let Buck know he’s outside.  Buck almost walks right into Eddie, his gaze fixed on the datapad in his hands.

“Eds?”  Buck’s eyes are even bluer in the blue light from the aquarium that takes up the entire wall of the captain’s quarters, stepping to the side when he realizes that they’re almost chest to chest. “What are you—“

Eddie easily slips past him.  “Can’t sleep either?” He throws over his shoulder, inspecting Buck’s room for the first time officially.  It’s nice—if completely impractical on a battle frigate like the Normandy.  He suppresses the irritation that Cerberus thought to provide this sort of creature comfort with the hope of enticing Buck into their way of thinking.  Eddie has more than enough hard proof that Buck is on his side and not Cerberus’, otherwise he’d be dead from a bullet instead of Noah. 

No more thinking of maybes.  That’s what Eddie had told himself before coming up to Buck’s quarters.  

He needed to know. 

No more what if’s. 

Buck sets the datapad down on his desk which is cluttered with the things along with a pair of used coffee cups from the mess. Above the desk are a collection of model ships—just like Buck had on the original Normandy.  One of the ships was the Los Angelas—the last city they’d taken leave in before the Normandy Disaster had seemingly killed Buck and left Eddie to mourn his death and spend years thinking of what ifs. 

“No,” Buck finally answers the question, arms crossed over his chest as he watches Eddie inspect his office. 

“You can’t make yourself crazy over this,” Eddie tells him, fiddling with the bottle and glasses in his hands. ‘It won’t help.”

“What won’t?  I can’t know for sure that I didn’t miss something. Eds,” Buck draws out his name, huffing a bit in frustration and rubbing his face in fatigue. “I need to get back to work.”

Eddie makes a noise of disagreement in the back of his throat. “Five minutes.  Just one drink and then I’ll go,” he stalls for time, gesturing towards the low slung couch in the sitting area next to the bed, under the fish tank. 

For a brief second, Buck holds out and then he’s sighing and giving in, unable to resist Eddie’s offer  “One drink,” he cautions as he takes a seat next to Eddie.  

Eddie pours him a generous finger or two or five and hands it to Buck who sniffs at it appreciatively before giving a sip. “You know you’ve done everything you could, right?”

Buck stares at the whiskey like it has the answers to the universe in it’s amber depths.  “Everything?  It doesn’t feel like it.  I hope so.  I keep running the numbers and scenarios, wondering if I missed something.  If I could have saved one more person.”

“You don’t have to take this on yourself,” Eddie soothes, taking a drink of his own before reaching out to wrap his hand around Buck’s wrist. There’s tension in the muscles and then they relax purposefully as Buck watches him from beneath lowered lashes. Rubbing his fingertips along the tendons in a caress, Eddie tries to find the words he needs. “You’ve got a great crew you’ve built. Talented people that are all fighting by your side.”

Buck pulls away and throws back the entire glass of whiskey before getting up and beginning to pace, putting distance between them.  It’s like watching a panther stalking in front of the bars of it’s cage—lethal grace wrapped in an N7 hoodie and uniform pants, feet bare and silent on the rubber mat floors.  There’s a scowl on his face but it’s not focused on Eddie, but within and it hurts Eddie that Buck doesn’t realize how much he’s done because to him nothing short of ridding the galaxy of the Reapers will be acceptable. 

Eddie steps into Buck’s path, making him stop.  Taking a deep breath, he moves to rest his hands on Buck’s hips.

Buck stills under the touch, frown melting away but there’s still a deep furrow between the eyebrows that betrays the stress that he’s under.  Eddie doesn’t resist the impulse to smooth it away and rubs his right thumb across it before cupping Buck’s unshaven cheek so he can’t look away.  There’s faint bruising under both eyes from the lack of sleep but the blue eyes are luminous and laser focused like the sniper he is on Eddie.  The hip under his other hand shifts, pressing into Eddie’s touch and decreasing the space between their bodies seemingly without awareness because Eddie has it all now. 

He has Buck’s complete and full attention. 

Picking his words carefully, Eddie tells him that he’s enough.  “What you’ve accomplished since the Reapers arrived has been nothing short of amazing. You saved so many people, brought so many together in this fight,” he paused, then made it personal.  “You saved Christopher… and you saved me, too.”

Buck breathes out through his nose sharply, an almost wounded sound escaping him.  “I couldn’t leave either of you,” he confesses, moving closer but there’s still just a tiny amount of space between their bodies. “What are you doing here, Eddie?”

“I lied,” he admitted, voice dropping a bit into more of a husky confession. “I didn’t just come for a drink.”

“What did you come here for?”  Buck is holding his breath, waiting on his words. 

“I’m here to help you,” Eddie’s words stumble out of him, tongue tying itself into knots.

“Help me?” Buck’s eyebrows are climbing, confusion evident in his voice but he hasn’t withdrawn.  They’re still so close but not close enough. 

“Help you relax.”  

Eddie is never going to win awards for pickup lines but Buck seems to understand what he’s trying to say, if very badly.  His fingers seem to have a life of their own and Buck sways closer to him as he slips his hand around Buck’s waist to tug him closer. 

“Relax?”  Buck’s pink tongue swipes at his bottom lip, eyes dropping to Eddie’s mouth. 

“Relaxing will help you focus,” Eddie informs him before he can’t say anything further because Buck’s mouth is pressed to his.  

The kiss is gentle at first, tentative like they’re both asking the other for permission to proceed.  When neither pulls away it becomes more persistent and then a curious tongue traces the seam of Eddie’s mouth and he’s opening to let Buck’s tongue tangle with his own. 

When they part finally to inhale, Eddie is chuckling into Buck’s neck, pressing a quick kiss to the jawline. Buck is frozen against him, like he’s afraid that he’s going to startle Eddie and he’ll flee like a wild animal. 

“Eds?”

In response, all he can do is to pull Buck back in for another hungry kiss. 

[what-yadoking-likes]

It was Payday 2’s 11th birthday this past week? Okay -cracks knuckles, pulls up a chair- have a MasterGrinder NSFW plot bunny. CW: NSFW, A/B/O, two blokes doing it, Alpha!Dallas, Omega!Sokol.

If you do something with this, please give me credit for the OG idea that is oh so original and unique.

4 of them are on a heist. It doesn’t matter who else is there exactly, because the only person Sokol notices or cares about is Dallas. From the first time they’d met, Sokol had harboured a secret crush on the older, affable Alpha. 

All his life he’d had to fight to be respected, seen as an equal to his mostly Alpha-teammates when he was Russia's star hockey player. It was part of the reason why he was - had to be - so volatile on and off the ice. Sometimes the crack of bone and spatters of crimson against the ice was the only way to get those hot headed Alphas to listen, to recognise his talents, that he didn’t need babying or special treatment because he was an Omega.

It was something that had drawn him to Dallas in the first place - well, that and just how goddamn sexy that man was. The easy way he smiled, eyes crinkling whenever he saw the younger man. The way he didn’t care, didn’t even mention his Omega status, never gave him any shit for it, just quietly and privately made sure he had everything he needed to keep his heats suppressed. 

Of course, things went wrong.

The heist was going well. They’d become arrogant, perhaps. Cocky. So when the alarm got tripped maybe they didn’t take the oncoming assault as seriously as they should have. Maybe Sokol should have been less reckless, treated cover as essential rather than optional. 

At first, the gunshot wound didn’t bother him that much - he’d taken more than his fair share before, after all. But when a pain so crippling made him double over where he was crouched with Dallas behind  cover, he knew he was in trouble.

He was going into a reactive heat. It wasn’t unheard of, but it wasn’t exactly common either. He groaned, rocking himself slightly as if it could do anything to ease the rolling waves of discomfort growing in intensity inside him. 

And of course Dallas being by his side, barking orders over the comms and firing off round after round of ammo was not helping at all. He could scarcely breathe behind his mask, nostrils flaring as he inhaled the thick scent of Dallas’ sweat as the assault wave subsided, and he let out a serious to gods whine when the older man whirled on him and took in what was happening. 

Having that intense stare - even behind the mask - turn on him made Sokol’s stomach baulk once more, and he groaned, clutching at it as if it would make matters better.

It didn’t. Dallas took two steps towards Sokol, then went stock still. Sokol couldn’t tell with the mask in the way, but he imagined it all the same - Dallas sniffing the air, taking in the scent of his growing need.

“... Shit.”

Dallas got on the comms immediately. The way he snapped at Bain to get Bile or Twitch or ANYONE who could drive, goddamnit, to evac them all shouldn’t have been so hot. It shouldn’t have sent desire roaring through Sokol’s veins, shouldn’t have made his hole clench and begin to drip with want. 

The heist was not, in fact, going badly. The entire thing was cursed.

Bile flew in to evacuate them from the scene, but took off with only two of the crew on-board, because of fucking course it was taking heavy hits from the DCPD. 

In the end, Dallas manhandles Sokol out of the bank, down into the sewers. They re-emerge several streets away and he robs a car, driving the pair of them the hell away from the scene of the crime as fast as he could.

Them being so close together, of course, was a curse. Sokol’s pains had only worsened - he could barely even feel his injury anymore. No, his pain was coming from needing to be filled. His mind replayed how Dallas had lifted him as easily as breathing air, crushing him against his chest as they raced away from the bank with no care for loot… how all of it had pushed slick out of him at an alarming pace. How he’d prayed to gods he didn’t believe in that Dallas somehow wouldn’t notice, wouldn’t feel it leaking through his pants. How his clothes now bore traces of Dallas’ scent, all ruggedness and blood and sweat but cologne and tobacco from his civilian life, and he writhed in the passenger seat, needing friction on his cock and something inside him. 

Of course, Dallas is an amazing leader. Bain wouldn’t have chosen him to be his crew chief, his mastermind, if he weren’t. So of course Dallas has to pull over, fuck Sokol until he’s cum and he’s knotted him, because he’s a good boss. Of course Dallas thinks to ask about birth control before he pumps the Russian so full of cum it would almost certainly take. Of course Sokol knows as soon as he sinks down that he’s been ruined for everyone else.

[luteofthunder]

(…goddamnit…)

Something something OP and one of their human allies on the run from Decepticons/scouting and in the middle of the night at a lonely little truck stop in the upper Midwest, the human is sleeping in Optimus’ sleeper cab. They unexpectedly get attacked and OP apologizes quickly to a bleary, half asleep human. The human is tossed around to the sound of transformation and forced into a curl. When the motion finally stops, they are in a padded space, dimly lit by a humming blue glow in between what few cracks there are. The transformation sounds are replaced by Cybertronian footfalls and gunfire.

After what feels like forever, they can hear the ‘Con/MECH/whatever retreating. Optimus exvents, and the padded panels on one side splay outwards. From the new opening, they see Optimus’ hand move to hover at the edge. “I apologize again for hastily buffeting you into my subspace, but there was no time for me to get you to safety before engaging with the enemy.”

They carefully step into Optimus’ offered servo, dropping into a crouch once secured and lifted slightly to face the Autobot leader. The panels close again behind them as they are safely removed. “I fear with them still nearby, we will have to keep moving through the night.” Sirens wail in the distance, approaching quickly. They are lowered to chest height again, this time covered by his other servo as Optimus swiftly dashes off the road and into the surrounding forest.

(Whenever I write, it’s only tidbits like this. I’m sure someone else has already written something like this before, and tbh this can be pretty much any Optimus. I just like it when he’s being Team Dad. 👉👈 It’s just a little plot bunny I won’t be editing further if anyone wants it.)

Optimus's TFP design from Transformers, The Art of Prime by Jim Sorenson.

Differences between a semi's day cab and sleeper cab.

Me, realising they designed Optimus with a sleeper cab: His frensd can go there!

[cadriona]

Since i need somewhere to jot this down and im too lazy to open any other application at this moment, here’s a list of potential mora oneshots that I might want to do down the line:

Beidou meeting Kokomi

the Crux clash

Xingqiu and Chongyun vibing in the mountains and helping random passerby (and terrorizing the local treasure hoarder population)

...Fluff, will not elaborate

n years down the line and the yuheng fiasco being turned into a play or something, ember island players style (are the characters sitting in attendance? maybe. idk man, pls send help)

??cat shenanigans once tama finally lets herself be caught??

meeting between liyue and mondstadt leaders(?) on neutral ground to talk about [redacted]

Stove god lore because Guoba and Xiangling

Beidou kidnapping dragging ningguang on vacation

fishing for jade, sea dragon style

another Day in the life of Hu Tao(+retired archon)

[not-rude-ginger]

Homeless Loki, Homeless Odin

Y’know what I think is interesting about this deleted scene in terms of fandom?

There was this small trend after the Avengers was released to write fics about Loki being punished by Odin for his actions by being made mortal and sent down to Earth to learn the lessons Thor did. A lot of the time the story would dive headfirst into the angst dumpster and Loki would end up living as a homeless man, scrounging in bins and begging on streets (and whoring himself out when writer really wanted to mess with him).

It would have been interesting to see if that trend would have had a resurgence if this had been the version of the film we got. A weird sort of ‘eye for an eye’ in a very specific fandom way. 

I always found it an interesting story thread to explore with Loki because he’s the character I love to spend time with and how different writers explored this sort of life. There is something to be said about the fact that Loki was still raised as a prince, however you view his upbringing, and how being left so destitute as to be homeless would affect him.

The idea of Odin being in this state is equally interesting for many of the same reasons. It would also potentially be a quiet critique of how people with mental illnesses are so at risk and that would probably tie into Taika’s whole ‘colonialism happened’ narrative -I say it like that because the film didn’t really go into it enough for me, it just said it was a thing but never really explored what that actually meant.

A lot of cultures would have had traditions of caring for the elderly (and likely some would have similar principles about mentally ill people) but colonialism, which became capitalism, destroys those sorts of systems. People get isolated and left behind if they don’t fit the mold of ‘good obedient worker’. Odin ending up on the streets because his care home was shut down is not an unusual thing.

Plus, there is also the fact that the film says ‘Asgard was a colonial shitheel’ but seems to blame that on Hela and not Odin, when it could have tied his past to his present, and we could have had a story about Odin, Loki and Thor working together to stop Hela, while confronting Asgard’s past and dealing with the onset of dementia* in Odin at the same time. Odin could have been the one to destroy Asgard, sacrificing himself to bring in Sutur, after actually talking to both Thor and Loki. 

Yeah, we might have lost Sakaar and Valkyrie in this version, but as fun as it was, this could have been really interesting.

*I could fully believe that Frigga’s death and news of Loki’s death could have caused Odin to succumb to dementia very quickly. My grandad’s dementia was extremely mild for years until my granny died and it’s gotten so much worse since then. 

[amostfoolishgold]

I really do be taking a machete to canon with this fic huh

[slowandsteddie]

I was tagged in this by @eriquin ! Thank you so much for that, I’m very excited (:

I hope it’s okay that I’m doing this a day late because yesterday I did not have the brain capacity to write. (I’ll read through a headache, but never write 😅)

My file names are top tier (/s)

1. Plot Bunnies (be smacking me)

2. Part 3

3. SVU!au

4. Oral Fixations

5. Goddamnit, not another one (1)

This snippet is from (a rewrite of):

Added note… while this fic is Steddie in nature, the snippet is Stobin (my beloved)

Oral Fixations

Steve had an oral fixation.

It was something that he did his best to hide and ignore. But, he wasn’t always observant when he caved in. That meant that he didn’t always notice when he had been caught, or by who.

He was walking around Family Video, cleaning up the mess from when someone knocked over a shelf of movies. Somewhat confident that he wouldn’t be caught, he took the ring out of his front pant pocket and plopped it in his mouth. Carefully, he used his tongue to move it around in his mouth.

Usually, he used hard caramels or Jolly Ranchers to help alleviate his urges. Especially in public. But he was currently out of candy. Which meant the ring would have to suffice.

It wasn’t the best, but it did take the edge off. The panic that had been starting to settle in his bones was melting off and he was able to focus.

Steve had gotten very good at talking with things in his mouth. He knew his method of self soothing was very frowned upon. His dad used to hit him for it, so he just got better at hiding it once he realized that he couldn’t stop.

Candy, rings, small plastic toys, coins, rocks, plastic, tin foil, and even paper if he was absolutely desperate. But, the thing he was most ashamed about was the pacifier that he couldn’t sleep without.

He used to be able to, but that was before everything with Star Court and the Russians.

Even just the thought had Steve sucking on his ring before he could even comprehend that he was doing it. He flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder, but he relaxed quickly once he realized that it was Robin.

She met his gaze in such a way that it was like she was reading his mind. After a few seconds, she held her hand out to his mouth and he sighed before carefully placing the metal on her hand without letting his tongue touch her. She put it back in his pocket before wiping her hand on his shirt.

“You aren’t going to crack a tooth on that fucking ring just because you don’t have candy,” she chided.

Steve had the decency to blush before looking away. Suddenly he felt something against his lip and he just accepted it without question. Cherry.

“Buckley, you’re going to make me fall in love with you again.”

She snorted. “Keep it in your pants, Harrington. What would the customers say?”

“That I shouldn’t kiss you just because you gave me my favorite candy?”

She rolled her eyes. “Get back to work, dingus.”

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[zhuilingyizhen]

zhuilingyizhen coffee shop au

I remember I saw someone say that wn always owns a coffee shop in these AUs, and to that I say, yeah pretty much. (ft. wangningxian and jyl x jzx x wq)

Wen Ning owns a cute little coffee shop! He supports his baby cousin, Wen Yuan, for the first couple years.

Wen Qing runs her own practice, for children though, across the street, and three very frequent customers happen to be two Jins & a Jiang, if you get who I’m talking about. 0-0

jl and wy (turned lsz later, long story) probably played a little together as kids but it’s not super important

Anyways, wn’s coffee shop probably burns down or something in a series of arson attaccs against the Wen family. Wq’s practice doesn’t get destroyed though, and she gets some help from a certain extremely rich couple who used to go to her.

But wn is super worried bc his wittle bb cousin is gone 0-0

And then a Yuan runs off and falls into a river and dies.

Jk jk, he almost dies! And loses his memory. He’s about 6 at the time, btw. Some stranger (COUGH WWX COUGH) finds this little baby dRowNinG and saves him, bc ofc only wwx would be suspiciously near a river in the middle of nowhere.

Wwx takes keeps him for a couple days, but realizes that he has no clue how to parent, so he takes him to the Lan orphanage.

(Yes, the Lans run an orphanage and you can take this hc from my dead, cold hands.)

(Seriously, I have so many ideas for this. Ask me.)

(Dw this is still a coffee shop AU!)

Anyways, wwx takes him to his just-a-friend, lwj. Lwj looks at this child and looks at wwx.

He also has no clue who this child is.

But he really goes and named him “to long for”, staring right into wwx’s eyes.

Wwx skips away to annoy his brother or something. Idk.

So lqr, running this orphanage, takes lsz in. He also gives lwj a look when he finds out what this child was named, but... shush.

Since he’s in an orphanage, he takes the Lan name. He also meets Lan Jingyi, who is maybe 7 if this happens after August?

Ljy’s mom was not very good.

Meanwhile wn is crying his eyes out bc his bb cousin probably died in the fire and now he’s sad and it’s all his fault & :(((((

Ofc, being the amazing, bamf older sister she is, wq refuses this response.

She makes wn come work for her now, so yay! They have one less person to support, so it don’t as bad but,, but,, WEN YUAN IS DEADDD :((((((((((((((((((

So sad.

Anyways, jl probably asks once why that kid he used to play with is gone. They attend the funeral, but wn is always on da lookout for anyways who fits the description of lsz.

jl doesn’t remember him that well anyways, so oof. His parents lowkey like wq but jzx is a shy bastard and wq is uselessly gay for jyl so this won’t end up well.

But since this is a lsz-centric coffee shop AU...

Lsz grows up under the amazing teaching of lqr, probably learns an instrument or two from lxc, gets parented w/bunnies by lwj, and uselessly crushes on ljy. Like he does.

And then time skip to him in college, and he wants to start a coffee shop bc it reminds him of his childhood, that he doesn’t remember.

But yeah. Coffee shop AU.

Oyzz, who is jl’s friend goddamnit let jl have friends both his parents are alive, drags him to every coffee/tea shop in the area bc he has an obsession with good drinks. Which eventually leads them to lsz’s cozy little tea shop.

It’s moderately popular, sometimes ljy will sing for entertainment (bc yesss 🥺) and it’s pretty good! Lsz is out of college (so 22, bc he didn’t take a masters) and started the shop, ljy’s doing god knows what (maybe signed a record deal w/ someone who went to the cafe and heard him singing? a dumb luck sorta thing. Or perhaps lxc has a production company :eyes:)

but ljy sometimes helps out or just hangs around the shop.

Anyways, oyzz likes his voice a big lot, befriends ljy, and now jl has to go there every weekend bc he’s whipped for oyzz.

He also gets to watch oyzz and ljy be big gay for each other, so yeah. Huh. jl sorta befriends lsz, bc ofc he does. They’re both a lil sad, but fun!

Also, jl and wn are pretty close now bc jl has wayyyyy too many uncles.

Lsz doesn’t remember wwx, but lwj sure as hell does.

Surprisingly, wwx and wn, going out on a not-date, as just-friends, end up going to the tea shop & wn is surprised at how similar it looks to his coffee shop from all those years ago.

wOw whAt a cOinCidEncE!

jl probably recommended it to wn and wwx, bc ofc he did.

Matchmaker extraordinaire, I say. Jyl and jzx are just 🥺 so proud of their child

But they’re also uselessly crushing on wq, who isn’t usually oblivious but thinks it’s just a doctor-patient transaction.

side plot: wq and jyl go out one night and end up sleeping together and the next morning jzx makes them tea & breakfast and then casually asks how it was and jyl says “it was great” while wq chokes on her tea & is very confused:tm:

Yeah, they get together bc I love background ships.

But wn is kinda sus at how similar it looks. He thinks maybe they went to his coffee shop before, and orders tea. But then he sees the one barista and thinks “wait a second...”

Bc the barista (lsz) looks scarily familiar, he just doesn’t know why. Oyzz is just over in a corner sipping his bubble tea.

One day, after the tea shop closes and the junior quartet are the only ones left, and lsz asks to speak to jl. Alone.

Ljy and oyzz are looking at them like 👀 👀 but they leave together to go to some bookstore or something, idk.

So now lsz and jl are alone. They’re sorta friend-acquaintances, but now jl’s a little confused as to why tf lsz wants to talk to him.

Lsz explains that jl seems familiar (coughiwonderwhycough) and says that he lost his memory at a young age and that wwx found him. jl is starting to put the puzzle together.

Lsz basically asks him out on a date, but neither of them know or think it’s a date, so jl agrees.

They both go there seperate ways, and when oyzz and ljy find out the next day, they realize that they’re going on a date.

Ljy is very excited for lsz!! But what is that pain he feels—

Ofc, they stalk jl and lsz on their date, bc they are stupid and don’t realize they might have feelings for them. At least they realize their feelings for each other. Ljy & oyzz get together!! :))

They’re also oblivious though so they don’t notice a Ling & Sizhui’s :/

Wn ends up taking over the tea shop so lsz can go off and get his masters

Eventually the junior quartet stumble into a relationship ! Hopefully ! it’s really quite a mess until sizhui gets a dna test taken at wn’s request. found family turned actual family is an old trope, but one we will accept <3

[threephasebird]

Listen I can’t stop thinking about an AU where the plot of The Witcher plays out as a really long session of Dungeons and Dragons. Yennefer and Geralt (who take their adventures seriously, thank you very much) are really annoyed when Triss announces that she has invited someone to join their group for a test run  because what if he sucks? What if he screws up this whole plot line they’ve been building up to for months? Triss just shrugs because she’s the DM and -- to be completely honest -- feels like their group could do with an addition. It’s just...hard sometimes to actually progress the plot when Geralt always take five hours to loot every room and “secure the perimeter” and Yen always leaves Geralt’s paladin to do the boring monster fighting while her warlock ends up in side quests Triss has to make up on the spot (it’s incredibly charming, but Triss wouldn’t say that out loud). Granted, Ciri’s barbarian brings some badly needed chaos to their adventures from time to time, but Yen and Geralt usually still manage to stay 100% on track and in character. And that guy who asked her if he could join (or, rather, he practically invited himself) -- well, not only does he buy bouqets in Triss’s flower shop twice a week, but he also serenated her once with his guitar when he spotted her on the underground, so he’s bound to be fun in a D&D session.

Cue Jaskier showing up in Triss’s apartment for their next session and Yen and Geralt simultaneously narrow their eyes because of course he not only plays a bard, no, he plays a bard who can play the lute AND the bagpipes and puts way too much emphasis on his intimidation stats. Ciri, in turn, loves it. Yen and Geralt probably end up five rooms behind while Jaskier and Ciri rush ahead with their strategy being something along the lines of Triss: “You open the door to a dark room” -- Ciri: “I go directly into battle rage” -- Jaskier: “I say ‘Anyway, here’s Wonderwall’, shred the chords on my lute and scream at the top of my lungs to intimidate whatever is inside”. And the thing is, Geralt is so fucking charmed by that. So charmed indeed that he doesn’t pick up on Triss telling him several times to, please, just roll for perception, and ends up walking alone right into a nest full of undead, and then, to top it all off, Jaskier saves the campaign by doing some wild bullshit with his lute, charisma, a bluff, and a nerve-wrecking sequence of alternatingly rolling ones and twenties. Yen is begrudgingly impressed but still votes against letting him join permanently on principle. She’s overruled.

So it becomes a permanent thing, and Ciri is so here for that because seriously, her dad and his friends need to have some fun from time to time and to be quite honest, so does she, and Jaskier constantly entangles the group in the most absurd tangent adventures. (Triss: “You enter the dragon’s lair.” Jaskier: “I tear my shirt open and let out a feral scream.” Triss, sipping ice tea with a straw: “Roll for intimidation.”) Yen’s warlock constantly makes snide remarks against Jaskier’s bard (Jaskier: “18.” Triss: “The dragon retreats further into the cave, seemingly scared of your naked torso.” Yen: "Valid of him.”), but then after one session, they end up on Triss’s balcony sharing a bottle of wine and realising they actually get along really well. (Their characters still hate each other because they both thrive on playing out petty insults -- “The crows feet are new”). Meanwhile, Triss is pining even harder for Yen because she’s so quick when it comes to solving her riddles and always has an unconventional suggestion for how they should progress (and once or twice nearly lets the entire party die in order to get to some treasure). And then Triss gives her bunny slippers for her birthday as a joke because she always shows up at her place in a full on goth look and those shoes can’t be comfortable, and Yen ends up wearing them every time, and Triss needs all of her focus to think about the campaign and not about how cute she is. And then Yen and Jaskier are yelling insults at each other again and normally, she would interrupt, but Triss is too absorbed by the flush and genuine joy on Yen’s face and -- yeah, fuck.

And Geralt... well, for starters, he has to admit that the game sometimes moves too fast for him now with Jaskier and Ciri venturing off constantly and Yen’s character becoming increasingly chaotic (and ruthless), but it’s fun, and he could probably follow along better if he wasn’t constantly distracted by how Jaskier beams when he rolls a twenty and laughs when he’s managed to intimidate or charm or convince yet another NPC to follow along with his latest bluff and constantly flirts with the innkeeps and frowns when they walk into an ambush and almost fucking lets his bard die in order to save Geralt. And then, the next time, when Geralt saves him from an attack in turn, he bats his eyes at him and says, “OooOh Geralt, does that mean you like me?”

...Does it? Hm. But then Geralt cracks a dry joke one day when he and Jaskier encounter a Doppler and Jaskier is the first one to laugh, and when Ciri spills the beans to Jaskier about how the paladin’s official last name is��du Haute-Bellegarde Jaskier just smiles and winks and slides over his own sheet that reads Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove. And he can spend hours with him talking about their characters’ backstory and Jaskier is so creative and, fuck, one day he brings an actual lute when they’re playing and has written a song, in character. And maybe (really, really badly) Geralt wishes that Jaskier’s bard wouldn’t just flirt with Geralt’s paladin but also...maybe...Jaskier with Geralt. 

That’s probably why Geralt can’t help but blush whenever their characters interact, and, goddamnit, probably the entire party has picked up on his crush by now. (Ciri has, definitely. She once took a sneaky photo of Geralt’s lovestruck face when he was watching Jaskier and Geralt had to chase her through their apartment to get her to delete it, which was hard, because she’s picked up doing parkour lately.) In the end, it takes Yen telling Jaskier (over another bottle of wine) that she refuses to play with them again unless Jaskier does something about it because she’ll be damned if she has to watch Geralt pine away silently for another eight hours in a row, thank you very much. She and Triss are watching from the balcony as Geralt, in his yoga pants and flip flops, awkwardly walks Jaskier to his bike down on the street, carrying his guitar case for him. And Jaskier is nervously rubbing his fingers together and scurrying from one foot to the other and finally (finally) says something they can’t hear. (Geralt nods enthusiastically, though.)

“Thank god”, Yen says, leaning over the balcony dramatically in her black dress and shimmery eyeshadow and bunny slippers and her hair is flowing in the wind and, yes, Triss is listening to what she’s saying. “Finally we’ll be free of this excruciating ordeal. I wouldn’t have survived another day have to witness it.” “Yeah?”, says Triss because her mind might be slightly blank. “Yeah”, Yen scoffs. “Dating in your D&D party, what a horrible idea.” Then she turns her head slightly to look at Triss and Triss’s heart skips a beat when she realises she’s grinning at her. “Unless...?”

[firelxdykatara]

so i’ve recently gotten into mind blind courtesy of @mindblindbard and first of all i’m in love, secondly, i’ve got k rosy and gray routes in the works and i love all three of them but gray is the one that left me with a plot bunny that refused to let GO so have a First Kiss one shot with my second Button, Regan Wiseman, who is so sick of waiting, goddamnit.

Rating: T, No Archive Warnings Apply

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“What’s it going to take, Gray?”

OR

She's waited long enough. Either he sees her as a woman now, or he never will. What's it gonna be?

[mind-of-a-hardstan]

i’m curious; what are some of your fav fics for each member? - comet ☄️

Ohhh I like doing stuff like this. Just a little warning though, most of ‘em are probably going to be some older fics because I sadly haven’t been reading as much as I would like to and another warning is this list is probably going to be very long. Let’s get to it then :D 

Kim Namjoon

Partners by @btssmutgalore is probably my ultimate all time favourite Namjoon fic on this site. I love the way the plot moves in a non-rushed way and I absolutely LOVE how the characters are written. Who doesn’t love a shy, nerdy Joonie bean? 

Five Months by @ellieljade is a fic that I’ve read when I’ve just started on this site and it just stuck with me for some reason. The smut was *chef’s kiss* and then you pair that with bits and pieces of slipped up emotion and clear affection and you have a perfect fucking fanfic. It’s a total 180 of Partners because this one features dom Joonie with a dirty mouth ;) 

Love Bytes by @stutterfly. Clumsy cute English professor Namjoonie silently pining while all of the other guys just won’t stop MEDDLING. Seriously I love how the relationship between Y/n and the boys were written and I love the interaction between Joon and Y/n even more. 

Kim Seokjin

Candlyland by @honeymoonjin. I read this one a few days ago and LET ME TELL YOU it was fucking phenomenal. The plotline was amazing, the story itself was so creative and unique and I love how there were subtle hints to what was going on and then the BIG REVEAL in the end where you just went “how did i miss that?” And the cute relationship between Jinnie and Y/n, clearly a devoted married couple. Not to mention cute lil elf-babie bean Koo. Probably my new fav Jin fic hands down. 

My Type by @floralseokjin. Listen, every Jin fic by her is top notch, but I think this one is my favourite because it was so soft but the smut was impeccable. It features nerdy, virgin Jinnie, which was something that I haven’t seen in a Jin fic before tbh? Very sweet and cute and a favourite since I read it. 

Min Yoongi

Upgrade by @gukgalore is the ultimate Yoongi smut fic. I mean it. 

Empress by @honeymoonjin. This fic was downright GENIUS. I’ve never seen the likes of it before and it left me wanting more, goddamnit. Empress Yoonji is a fucking experience and I’m 110% sure y/n thought the same. 

Jung Hoseok 

In The Car by @floralseokjin​ is another masterpiece. Mechanic Hoseok is a fucking concept. Mechanic Hoseok who also races and is funny and HAS A MANBUN I REPEAT HE HAS A MANBUN. Yeah needless to say this fic had me on the floor. Bonus: they fuck on the hood of his car  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Park Jimin 

Sin City by @btssmutgalore should be read. By every single person. On this site. I fucking MEAN IT. 

Kim Taehyung 

Nude by @btssmutgalore was just really really cute and still smutty. I like the whole internal conflict going on and how it slowly progresses from “I done fucked up” to “eh, screw it I deserve to be happy” yaknow? 

How to Get a Girl Off 101 by @imagination-of-a-melted-bitch was a fic I read before my writing blog even existed and screw it i still love it. It features y/n and her bf Taehyung who agrees to teach clueless Jeongguk how to fuck, honestly I low key love this concept. 

Jeon Jeongguk 

For Science by @boymeetsweevil​ was… quite the fucking experience let me tell you. I binged it in a day and then reread it the next day because I felt like I needed more. It was a shitstorm of pining, hot smut, angst and just Kook being generally bad at feelings. It features the whole gang being nerdy, weird and generally funny. A fantastic read, honestly. 

Switch Lanes by @gukgalore​ was the fic that lead me to her account in the first place. I’m a sucker for healthy relationships being built on trust and friendships and then lead to lots o’ fluff and soft smut so if you are a sucker for that too then feast. 

Monster by @btssmutgalore​ was also something I started reading before my writing account even existed and I’m still foaming at the mouth over it. Seriously Dee just has a certain way of stringing words together in a way that leaves you having to physically restrain yourself from reading for 3 days straight. (I speak from experience, I’m pretty sure my mom thought I was dead when I discovered her masterlist). Monster is no exception. 

I’m going to be a bit cocky and put one of my own fics here too, because it’s my favourite fic that I’ve written and I’m very proud of it, so don’t judge me. Purple Mist & Candlelight is a Joonie witch au that features potion maker Joonie and a subtly pining y/n. I think it’s pretty good. 

Now, I also read fics on AO3 that are mostly shipfics, and I’ll be adding them too because leaving them out would be a crime because they’re some of my favourites, so here goes: 

Heard Them Talk by themarmalade is a fucking masterpiece. It features marten hybrid Joonie and bad boy, rugby player Jeongguk who is actually just a sof boi with a bunny daemon. I cannot even begin to explain the absolute adoration that I have for this fic. Dare I even say it is my ultimate favourite? (namkook)

Got a kiss (with your name on it) by marienadine is another favourite. Roommates Kookie and Tae are pining after each other and feelings come tumbling out when Kook asks Tae to teach him to kiss. The discriptions in this fanfic is impeccable and THIS is the level of writing I want to reach one day. It’s the perfect balance of funny and feelings and the way it’s written is what sets it apart from other fics. It’s truly a masterpiece. (taekook)

Worldwide Lonesome by loindexter is a fic that I read the other day that features closeted bisexual Seokjinnie who doesn’t know how to deal with anything, bi, Yoongi who’s trying desperately to make a change, and somewhere along the lines they fall in love. It’s fluffy and angsty and I cried my heart out at some point. And then I cried my heart out at the end too. If you read this and you see the words “I heard you” in chapter 6, yeah that’s about where I fucking lost it and cried for like a year. (yoonjin)

Found you by Oh_Hey_Tae is a namjin witch au that just… it was so sweet? Joonie is a sad witch who finds lost things and Jinnie is a seer and it’s all just very sweet and sad a beautiful. (namjin)

Bunny Ears by goldenhearts was the CUTEST. Kookie drinks a faulty potion and spontaneously turns into a bunny every now and then. He has no choice but to go to his rival for help and most fluff I’ve ever read ensues. It’s the cutest, bestest, funniest fic I’ve read, Jinnie is unsufferable, Kookie even more so, and I loved every second of it. (jinkook)

Is It Me You’re Looking For? by MoonlitMemories was also such a good fic. I felt for Kook and I just wanted to hug him throughout the fic and Joonie is damn idiot but it’s sort of understandable and it was heart wrenching and perfect and beautiful and such a cute but sad twist on the usual soulmate au (namkook)

And I’m going to stop there because the post is getting too long. These are a few of my favourite things, most of ‘em are smut but not all. They’re all very good and written by amazing authors so enjoy!

[loustyleshtommo]

I really wish I have time to write a fic cuz this moodboard is really SUCH A MOOD.

The plot would be along the line of Louis and Taylor being half-siblings who care about each other a lot. Like Taylor’s parents got divorced when she was young and her dad remarried with Louis’s mom. Then Louis was only five-year-old when he lost both his parents in a car accident. So Taylor’s mom took him in and basically adopted him. Pre-teen!Taylor & kid!Louis helped each other processed the grief while Taylor’s mom was busy with unavoidable adult responsibilities on top of being a single mom. Other people in town would sometimes talk sh*t about their mom only taking care of louis for his dad’s inheritance etc. like creating this illusion of resentment within their family. But actually, in reality, they really do love one another dearly. Then years later, their mom got really sick. Enter Dr Styles aka the best physician money could buy aka the last hope for Louis & Taylor at saving their mom.

The thing is EVERYONE in the STYLES family is a doctor, hence the long-lasting legacy. Misunderstandings of epic proportions ensue between the lovely siblings cuz they were both falling in love with Dr Styles. But if they’d just talk it out, they’d realize Gemma and Harry aren’t the SAME PERSON. But it’s a fic and unnecessary/completely avoidable conflicts make great drama. And SO. to live for the hope of it all. Taylor and Louis would do anything for their mom and give up everything before breaking their sibling’s heart. It’s just that somewhere along those two lines they forgot to actually talk to one another sincerely without trying to save the other’s feelings at the expense of their own.

And oh, turns out, Taylor wasn’t even in love with Dr Gemma Styles. It was actually the nurse, Ms KARLIE KLOSS. Taylor did not realize that her ‘Dr Styles’ didn’t have a quirky habit of referring to herself in third person like Terry aka their shared fav character from the TV show Brooklyn 99, but actually have another name and profession entirely. It’s funny in hindsight, but gut-wrenching when it was happening cuz there Karlie was falling for a pretty lady who kept asking her about Dr Styles’s favorite things. Meanwhile Gemma never even stepped foot into their house, she was consulting with her little brother via video calls.

(H: I NEVER LEFT MED SCHOOL. IDK WHAT TO DO. WHY AM I OUT HERE TREATING A PATIENT IN A BRAND NEW FACILITY?

G: H, you’re literally the youngest cardiologist alive. You never left med school cuz you teach there. Just think of it as a change of scenery.

H: EXACTLY. This place needs an entire hospital staff. GEMMA, I’M IN OVER MY HEAD AND A WASTED POTENTIAL.

G: You do realize you could actually hire an entire hospital staff with the kind of money the Swift-Tomlinson has, right? That place is practically the Xavier School waiting to be turned into your dream Children’s Hospital.

H: Oh.

G: Yes, oh. Now go talk to the matriarch. She has heart arrhythmia, not dementia.)

And so Harry was oblivious to all of this non-existent love triangle drama happening in the background. because his focus was divided between establishing the children’s hospital and taking care of his patient—whose sweet son stole his heart but refused to keep it for some frustrating ‘I want to but I can’t’ reasons. So, misery all around? But happy ending!

idk just to keep my account active but like and reblog if you will use!!

[hogwarts-is-my-wonderland]

OC Halloween Challenge

October 3rd - Period AU │ 1940s + Time Travel

Featuring Robin Drake, from the plot bunny Iron Heart. 

Goddamnit, Tony. Iron Man, she could take. The sudden turn of their relationship, she could deal with (eventually though, cause she wasn’t ready to open that can of worms in the middle of a possible Hydra-behind-the-curtain situation). But time travel? Even she, the super nanny, had her limits. 

•••

Robin Drake had survived it all: a bullet to the shoulder, an army of disfunctional robots, an army from outer space (with the added bonus of mind control, good times). But none of that compared to being thrown sixty decades into the past - straight into the heart of a bar brawl. Those she was used to, thank god.

Stuck with a watch that keeps her in contact with the Avengers, Robin not only learns she’s in 1942, but she also happens to be in Steve Rogers’ old neighborhood. Coincidence? (Not really, considering that back at home they’re weeding out Hydra operatives and the likes.)

[trashcangimmick]

pros of screaming with @granpappy-winchester : excellent headcanons and plot bunnies developed, good times had by all

cons: i want to read incredibly specific fics that don’t exist yet and goddamnit now i gotta find time to write them

[wiredandrewired]

AAAAAAAAA

June 26!  Your favorite WiP!

This is actually really hard for me.  I don’t know?  I’m in a place where I’m struggling a lot with not hating everything I write, you know?  

A WiP that I’ve never really looked at and gone ‘ugh, this is so bad’ so much as ‘I’m not sure I’m a good enough writer for this’ is ‘To Speak My Father Tongues’, an unpublished Transformers Animated fic that I wanted to start for YEARS before finally buckling down and starting it when the Transformers Collector’s Club finally released the full list of episodes and summaries for the canceled 4th season.  It was supposed to be my own take on that story; a post-series/continuation fic that put a lot of focus on Sari exploring her Cybertronian heritage while the world kind of continued to unravel around everyone as described by the summaries and in other ways.   

I still have so much love for TFA and everything involved in it.  Anytime I ever look at any of my TFA WiPs or concepts or plot bunnies I smile, but even the little bit of Father Tongues I got is something that I go back and reread myself on a regular basis.  It takes me back, honestly, as a writer: it doesn’t matter that I know it’s structurally not that good.  Because I just find so much love and joy in it.  There was so much that I wanted to do, that I was fully ready to do, but getting to it has so far just escaped me.  I love what I have written a lot, but I lost that momentum to my work schedule, and now I keep fumbling to continue.  ‘How do I get from here to there?’ ‘I love this scene, but does it really work?  Should it even go there?’ ‘No, no.  What am I thinking?  I can’t go from that to this.  Goddamnit, where was I gonna go from here?’  As usual, it’s the glue between big points that’s breaking down for me.

"I-- You know, no mech wants to stay out there, right?  I mean there's nothing out there.  A space bridge maintenance crew seemed like a huge adventure." Sari spread her fingers a bit and took a peek through them.  For a moment she was positive that Sentinel was going to call Optimus out on his really, really obvious fib, his expression narrowing even more sharply.  

But then, just like that, it passed.  Sentinel's face cleared and he rolled his optics dramatically, attention rising off of Sari to the ceiling.  "Yeah, that sounds like a colonial all right."  And just like that, she was both dismissed and forgotten.  Sentinel set his jaw again and leaned back into Optimus' face.  "Well, hand it over."

"Hand--"  Optimus heaved a sigh of relief, then blinked slightly at Sentinel.  "Hand what over?"

"The Magnus Hammer, you crankshaft!"  Sentinel held out a servo.  "Has civilian duty cracked all your brain circuits?  It's stolen property, and I'm Magnus right now, so--"

"Acting Magnus," Optimus corrected.

"Magnus right now,"  Sentinel said back as emphatically as he could, jutting his chin forward as if to punctuate it further.  "So until Ultra Magnus wakes up, that thing is mine because it belongs to the office of the Magnus, in the hands of the Magnus, not the hands of a glorified janitor."

Also I notice a lot of themes of imperialism and colonialism in the ‘good guys’ creeping in here,  even with some literal sneering of ‘ugh, COLONIALS’, so yeah, I started making loud yelling sounds about that kind of thing well before Voltron.   Also: WAR CRIMES AND WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION.  I was really looking forward to working with Sentinel, to be honest.  I like TFA Sentinel a lot, warts and all, and I feel like fandom does him dirty a lot by making him a shitty person in all the wrong ways.

But yeah I have literally over 60k words of this fic and that snippet up there is more than anyone has ever seen so, uh...I’m gonna call this progress.

Bonus question is ‘what is your favorite fanwork in any of your fandoms created by someone else’ but it’s legitimately not a question that I’m able to answer, because holy fuck, I have so much love for everything everyone makes even if I’m often too self-conscious to say anything.  I’m.  Bad at reviews.  And talking.  Do you see that dialogue up there?  Christ I’m bad at talky things.

[narashikari]

Love and Peace (in the Future Build Created)

A Kamen Rider Build fanfic

The egotistical, righteous hero of justice finally gets his well-deserved rest.

Inspired by @keruworld ‘s comic! Please check out her blog, her Build fanart is so cute and awesome and her love for Sento is just too adorable 😁 Thanks for the plot bunny, friend!

Sento sat back down beside him, voice recorder still in hand as he yawned widely. “Yo Banjou,” he asked sleepily, “lend me your shoulder for a sec?”

Ryuuga looked at his exhausted friend. Just a minute ago, he was energetically excited about the prospect of recording their memories into a show of some sort- Kamen Rider Build- but now it seemed that the toll of the battle with Evolt was finally catching up to him. “Yeah, sure,” Ryuuga said, shifting closer to his friend so he can rest his head on his shoulder.

“Thanks.” Sento yawned again, leaning into the crook of Ryuuga’s shoulder. Ryuuga put his arm around Sento’s waist so he can rest against his chest and to keep him from slipping off as he nodded off. Within seconds, Sento had fallen asleep, snoring lightly.

Ryuuga blinked, a little surprised at how quickly Sento had fallen asleep despite the uncomfortable posture he was in. “Sento?” he whispered, trying to wake him. He squirmed a bit, trying to shift to see if Sento would rouse a little, but to no avail- he continued to sleep on as though he were dead to the world- save for his snoring, that is.

Wow. He actually fell asleep that fast. He’s usually so restless… He’s just that tired from...

Ryuuga sighed, “At this rate you’ll get a stiff neck when you wake up…” He too was getting a little uncomfortable as his shoulder bore the weight of Sento’s head, but he didn’t try to wake him up again. He was also starting to get embarrassed, feeling strangely shy being so close to Sento that he caught a whiff of his sandalwood shampoo- in spite of the fact they’ve shared the same futon for a few months by now. Fifteen minutes in, and he was sure he was as sore as Sento would be when he awoke.

Suddenly an idea occurred to the other Rider and it was like a lightbulb suddenly turned on in his head. Oh, wait… why didn’t I think of that earlier…

Ryuuga took a firmer hold on Sento’s waist and took his weight off him first, then tilted him sideways carefully so his head and half his back rested on his lap, facing sideways away from him. Then, holding him fast with his left arm so he wouldn’t roll off, Ryuuga hooked his other arm under Sento’s knees and lifted his legs up onto the bench, so he was laying on it instead. He then folded Sento’s arms over his chest so they weren’t hanging loosely off the bench. All the while, Sento slumbered on, unaware of being shifted at all.

Satisfied that Sento would be far more comfortable sleeping like that, Ryuuga smiled and looked down at his friend as he slept soundly on. The other Rider had a content smile on his face, making him look as cute as the creature he was named after, or so Ryuuga thought- which made him even more embarrassed than he already was.

After all, Ryuuga wasn’t blind. He was perfectly aware of how attractive Sento was. Ryuuga didn’t need Sento’s self-proclamations of being a handsome and brilliant genius to see that. It was just that Sento being happy made him look even cuter than usual… Right?

Ryuuga gulped, blushing hotly as Sento shifted in his sleep, so that he was facing up at him instead of away. He gazed down on his face, mesmerized by the peaceful expression on his face, the curve of his lips and the curl of his lashes, the relaxed lines of his neck and jaw…

Was Sento always this… delicate? He almost looks…pretty… He mused. There was a softness to his face now, one he almost never saw once the war started. And Ryuuga was made keenly aware of just how good happiness and contentment looked on the other man, how it made him even more handsome than he already was.

He’s so fucking beautiful, Ryuuga thought. Goddamnit, he is so fucking beautiful… Sento, do you realize what you’ve done to me? I’m so gone for you...

“This guy…” Ryuuga smiled fondly, carding his hand through Sento’s soft black hair.

Ryuuga knew that Sento deserved happiness and contentment. After everything he went through...

“You fought so hard, so bravely, saving millions from Evolt’s cruel plans... endured so much pain for others’ sake, lost so much of yourself and more in the name of love and peace, and still forged on relentlessly- all for a world that would never know your selflessness and heroism…” Ryuuga murmured, almost to himself, as he continued to carress him gently.

“But I do know, and…” Ryuuga held Sento’s hand, clasping it tightly. “And I’ll be damned before I forget.”

Kiryuu Sento was- no, IS- every bit the goddamned superhero Ryuuga thought him to be.

And Ryuuga loved him all the more for it.

“Thanks, Sento. For being our hero. For being my hero.”

Unable to resist, Ryuuga leaned down and placed a single, chaste kiss on his forehead. He smiled as he pulled away, pleased at his secret act of affection. “Rest well, Sento. You deserve it.”

And he did.

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-Alternate endscene-

Sento’s eyes snapped open a moment later, making Ryuuga yelp and almost jump back as he sat up abruptly. “D-Did you kiss me? Just now?” Sento asked.

“What- No- I-” he denied vehemently. “Were you awake the whole time?!” Ryuuga demanded in return. Oh God, oh God, Sento knows, Sento knows, he’ll reject me and-

“N-No,” Sento frowned. “I just… I thought… maybe...”

“Maybe…?” Did he... would he... could he?

“I thought, maybe… You…” He seemed torn between saying something and not. Still looking confused, Sento put his hand on his forehead, brushing away his bangs and resting it on the exact spot Ryuuga had kissed him. “Maybe I dreamt it?” he wondered aloud.

“How would I know?” Ryuuga asked, putting on his irritated act. “Just… Try go back to sleep, you idiot.”

“Fine, fine…” Sento rolled his eyes, but laid back down, pillowing his head on Ryuuga’s lap, folding his arms over his chest and closing his eyes to attempt another nap.

Ryuuga went back to carressing his hair- Sento making a pleased sound like a purring cat- but abruptly stopped as a thought occured to him. “Wait… why would you dream of me kissing you, though?” Ryuuga asked.

Sento’s eyes flew open again, cheeks turning red.