#i have 4 prompts from the winter writing prompt thing that I'd like to work on this week if time permits before christmas actually hits

[zara-renata]

I have gone through and tried to fix all the links in the fic posts that I didn't realize were broken since 1 November, as well as added photos and nicer formatting to the earlier posts. I'll be reblogging them for new followers, sorry sorry

[scorchieart]

Characters: Gilbert von Obsidian x F!Reader

POV: 1st person Genre: Slice of Life

Prompt #4: “I'd agree with you, but then we'd both be lying.”

Wordcount: 999

A/N: I did it, you guys! Thank you Mary Ellen for the request and the vote of confidence, and pretty much laying the groundwork for this entire fic, it could not have been done without you. And thank you to everyone else who believed I could write Gilbert, this one goes out to you all!

I missed the little rabbit the moment I sent her away. Each day in her absence was like blindly wading through the thickest bog, pushing and pulling with no end in sight, as though the sun had forgotten to dawn. I missed the way she happily hopped into my sights like a footloose bunny, spun poetry from the even most mundane of topics like a morning dove, and warmed my skin as heartily as a babe seeking her mother’s embrace. 

All these things and more I wanted to convey upon her return, to tell her of the heartache that flowed through my veins as organically as my own blood, both sustaining and rotting me from the inside out, but one look at her glittering smile dissolved those woes quicker than any antidote, and we were back to our daily routine.

My little bunny and I, side-by-side. Nothing in between.

“Won’t you at least try one of Prince Yves’s danishes? He prepared four entire batches before agreeing to let me bring some back for you.”

Her words were sincere and earnest, and I could tell she truly had my best interest at heart as she carefully arranged three pastel pastries from a rose-draped basket onto a plate. A gentle breeze whistled through the gazebo where we sat, and though our shoulders were flush against each other, the sweets she carried seemed to separate us once again, like a border between winter and spring.

“I’d much rather have one of your famous double-chocolate dipped cookies instead,” I said, lightly pushing the plate back onto the table with the hilt of my cane. “Or a dozen.”

She frowned and picked the plate up again. “But I can make those for you any day. These were prepared only just this morning, and I went through a great deal making sure they stayed level on the journey. The meringue in the batter will deflate if we wait any longer.”

“And that is precisely what I want,” I said. Though we have known each other for quite some time now, I still wondered whether she could pick up on all my cues. Visual ones she mastered instantly, as did most who met me, like when I tap my cane on the ground to grab attention or tilt my head to emphasize a point. But she still needed to work on subtext, because while I meant my comment to be endearing and praiseworthy of her talents, she responded by turning the other cheek and letting out a snide “Humph!”

I truly enjoyed this playful side of her. It assured me that what I believed in was shared by another soul; that one was never too old to cling to childish habits. But what I wanted more than anything now was a return to our normal relationship, back to when the sun dawned brightly on my days like I heard it does in Rhodolite.

“Have I gone and upset my little rabbit? This simply will not do, especially in the midst of my terrain,” I said, a playful rumble gurgling in my belly as I pronounced each word. “Of course, the ill-manners of a beast left alone to prowl in his big empty castle are expected upon the first meeting of his beloved bunny after ages of crippling solitude, yes?”

She turned to face me, and in an instant I knew she had fallen yet again for my renowned duplicity, innocent as I was today.

“It wasn’t exactly ages,” she began, her face clouding with guilt. “But… I guess I have been gone longer than usual this time. I thought bringing the sweets would cheer you up, but is there any other way I could make it up to you? Besides the cookies, I mean.” She added, and the rumble in my belly released in a low chuckle.

“I have several ideas,” I said, the childlike sensation surging inside me. I raised my hand between us, palm facing upward. A few moments passed as she stared blankly at it before she caved.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” she asked, poking my hand with her forefinger.

“Well, that’s your mission now, isn’t it?” I said, stretching my cheeks in a wide grin. “There are many answers to this riddle, but only picking the best will absolve you of your misdeed.”

“And if I don’t pick the best answer?” she said.

I tilted my head and her eyes went wide. Yes, I do believe she has my visual cues down pat.

“You’re just bluffing, aren’t you?” she stammered. “Come on, it’s not like me staying away for that long was so bad. It’s not that big of a deal, right? Right?”

“Hmm. I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be lying,” I said. Of course, I was only playing this up for my own amusement, but seeing her urgently wanting to keep in my good favor gave a certain rebelliousness I could only find enjoyment with in her, my little bunny. I lightly shook my hand. “Tick tock.”

She lowered the plate and frantically looked around the gazebo, eyes darting to the table and the exit and our seat and the flora surrounding us. It was a little difficult concealing my excitement; she wouldn’t find what she was looking for around us. I could have sprung up this game in the middle of a wasteland and it would make no difference. 

Her eyes finally shut in concentration, and I took in the subtle beauty of her musings. It was like looking through a mirror of my time when she was away. Lost in thought, with no lifeline to cling to.

But in an instant, her eyes shot open and she beamed. Before I could react, she seized my upturned hand in both of hers and lunged at me, burying her face in my chest, my once-nippy fingers held captive in the compressed space between us. Touching. Nothing in between.

“Did I get it right?”

At least I can say I was able to write him before canon complicity shunted him from my grasp for the next year.

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[swannposting]

OKAY I just read the last chapter of Condolences and it was FANTASTIC so now I have a few post-reading questions:

Where did the idea for this fic come from?

What were your favorite chapters to write?

Are there any hidden intricacies I should be in the lookout for on rereads? Because I WILL be rereading.

I will probably come up with more at some point but for now I just want to say congrats on completing another fic! It truly was a wild ride and a lovely read and I can’t wait to see what comes next!!

HELLO DEAR !!!!! ♡ first of all, thank you so much for being so engaged in this fic, it truly means the world to me. i'm so very pleased to know that you enjoyed, because your comments really motivated me to keep writing!!! now as for your lovely questions...

So I was really fascinated by the way that A.C. Crispin wrote about Jack and Teague in The Price of Freedom, and I just wanted to explore that some more on my own. Then at some point last winter I was listening to the album Fear Fun by Father John Misty, and the songs Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings and Only Son of The Ladiesman sort of put the idea in my head to write about Jack coping with Teague's eventual death. And so I actually wrote the first scene of the fic with only the intention to explore that concept. The Sparrabeth brainrot came later as I was working out just how I wanted dear old Teague to pass on. I knew that I wanted Elizabeth involved in the fic, particularly as Teague's "heir" so-to-speak, to really establish Teague's rejection of Jack. One of the first scenes I had envisioned was actually the conclusion to this fic, where I wanted Elizabeth to help Jack with the funeral arrangements/burial not out of guilt, but just as a compassionate gesture. That did not entirely change, but the twists that the story went through before getting to that point certainly did put that initial idea in a different light!

Ooh it's hard to pick because I really did enjoy writing Condolences more than almost anything else I've written. I'd say that chapter 4 was probably the most fun, though I did agonize over editing it. I really did not plan for chapter 4 to go the way it did (tbh I only planned for 3 chapters in the first place), but once I got to it, I had a really good time just going "okay how can I make this a little insane? >:) how can I make this kind of gross? >:)" I really want to contrast the idealized version of Elizabeth that Jack has got in his head with the more nuanced, flawed version of her that we know and love, and so I had a lot of fun with the shenanigans of chapter 4.

Haha I love this question- you've prompted me to skim back through my own work because there could be something like that, but I just genuinely do not recall at the moment. Something I did try to be intentional about is when and where Jack internally refers to Teague as "father" and when he uses other phrasings. Though I don't think that counts as "hidden". I don't usually plan for that sort of thing, so if you notice anything then it was probably a happy accident! :3 ♡

[farmboyprince]

My introspective- week 1 of @2024-grimoire-challenge

Tuesday, 2.1. It's only been a few days, but I already feel like I've done something good for myself. Writing definitions on the first day felt like a great start, especially since I'm writing in my native language and spell/ritual don't translate perfectly- I've chosen the words that I think most fit and expanded on that. It will be helpful to have a kind of dictionary and I already have some ideas on what to add to it when I have time:)

I'm also a bit surprised that I recognise the english words for the plant and spice I chose to research, but I wouldn't have ever connected them with ours- I just thought it was something we don't have here xD I feel a little silly about it, but interested in finding more connections like that!

Wednesday, 3.1. I've found today's prompt pretty difficult on the account of the yearly celebrations outline. A couple were quite easy to list- the summer and winter solstices, the spring equinox, pust,.. but for some others it's hard to find credible sources for even approximate dates of celebrations (on account of my ancestors not having a written language and forced christianisation). As such, I wrote down the dates that appeared most often (and most well sourced!). I ended up with 10 celebrations- 6 that I know how they're celebrated and when they are, and 4 that I either saw mentioned a lot or that seemed nice, even if I can't find definite proof of them being historical (Domovoj my beloved, of course I'll have a day for you<3).

As for the tools I use, they're just there to make the whole spellcasting/ritual experience feel a little more mystical and add a bit of whimsy. I have a couple different candles and incense/wax melts, sometimes I add stones or shells I found on the beach. All of those get placed on a "vibes" basis before I do my work. I also sometimes burn herbs I've foraged or make tea with them. My most important tool is my wand; a sun-bleached conifer stick I found on a mountain once. It's just a stick with a wax coated tip (so I can use it to transfer a flame and light my candles without destroying it- very cool) that I absolutely love. It's my kind of protection- instead of casting circles, I just use my wand to start a working. I always had an affinity for trees and wood (lol), so I've never worried about saying the wrong thing or accidentally fucking the spell up as long as I had my lil piece of tree:)

Behold, the stick! It fits really nicely in my hand<3

Thursday, 4.1. Thinking about my altar- it's been trough many changes since first set it up. That was after I began doing more research into witchy stuff and it followed all the "rules"; I've had the four elements in their right places, candles, a knife, wand, cup,... In time and with practice, I've realised that's not how I work. Since setting it up my own way, it rarely changes. I have everything that I need on hand, along with my god/spirit representations and lucky things. I don't really consider it an altar as much as my personal important space where I do magic work, watch candle flames flicker and drink tea. I do want some more idols tho- I think I'll finally have to learn how to whittle.

Friday, 5.1. I don't really have any personal practices. In part, it's the reason I started this challenge- I'd like to do more research, write down my findings and make my personal practice with the help of that. The only thing I can think of is, that along with doing a yearly spread of tarot cards (I do it in january and pull one card for each month) I also pull MTG cards. It's started because divination can be fun and I really wanted to do some with my boy, who is super into magic the gathering. I usually do it with leftover cards from drafts and while I don't know about accuracy (forgot to write down what I pulled lol), it's definitively a fun bonding activity:)

all in all, I quite liked the prompts and filling up the indexes feels very rewarding! Looking forward to the next week:)

[kinetic-elaboration]

December 29: Current Writing Statuses

I actually managed to get some more writing done today, and even though it really feels like I've just been chipping away at the Time Loop forever, and will continue chipping away at it forever, still I must acknowledge I'm making progress.

So here's a little overview of where I'm at with my writing and what I'll be working on next. I might make another similar post to this, but more formally, for the new year; this is just a sketch of a thing.

First, the Time Loop. I took a writing break with 10 scenes left to go and I've now brought that down to 4. Four! I've finally finished Chapter 4, which I started I think back in October or even September, and I'm one scene in to Chapter 5. That first scene and the switch in POV went well, I think, and the second to last scene is one I've been looking forward to writing for a WHILE so I'm excited to be getting closer to it. I don't think I'll finish during this break but I hope I can finish the draft in January. I'm looking forward to this a lot!

As far as free writes and ficlets and so on, I'm leaving the winter/holiday prompt lists prominently bookmarked for myself through the end of the year, in case some more holiday/wintery/fluff inspiration strikes, and after the New Year I'll consider that done. I have a July Break Bingo card from last July and I'd like to keep chipping away at that. I also impulsively signed up for another bingo card to maybe get me writing some K/S in the new year. And I have some universes that I like and might keep writing short scenes in, not in a getting-anywhere-way, but just because I like them.

I do have plans for my next big projects as well but I'm afraid to talk about them out loud or even think about them too much because I feel like I'll be cursing myself to be stuck, ironically, in the Time Loop truly for all time. One is an old, old one-shot that I would love to finish up and the other is a comparatively new multi-chapter story (lololol) that I'd like to write the first chapter of. I definitely want to be ready with post-time-loop ideas so I'm not caught floundering when I do finish this never-ending draft, but I also don't want to get too far ahead of myself. I mean, I still have 4 scenes. And soon I'll be going back to work and normal life and not writing at all as frequently. So. We'll see. The truth is that one day I'll just write the last scene and it will probably feel anticlimactic then. I always obsess over these projects and then one day they're just done.

[hermittrying]

365 Creative Writing Prompts: Day 1 - "Outside the window"

It's currently nighttime already. I was supposed to start this earlier in the day, but bc of work and a bit of procrastination, here we are. It's January in the Philippines, which means it's my favorite weather/season. It's this sunny, dry but cool season for us. Not too much rain (sometimes none at all for days) and the sun feels amazing, not the way it is during the peak days of summer where it feels like it's trying to burn you alive. I've always imagined myself living in a country that has 4 seasons, i think i'd like to experience that even once in my life. But thinking about completely moving out of the Philippines? I don't think i can. I may sometimes hate the heat and humidity living in this country, but it seems like i'll miss the sun if i ever actually live somewhere where it's not as sunny. For the longest time, i don't think i ever appreciated the full effects of the sun to a human being until i experienced autumn going to winter in Japan. There's a reason why there's such a thing as "seasonal depression". The sun actually helps us feel "warm" not just on the outside, but also inside. That's also why more depressive people are night owls. The early birds really have it figured out. It's not to say that early birds are ~better~, they are not. It's just that waking up and and sleeping with the sun actually helps improve one's mental health. I am speaking from experience. I used to have very bad insomnia, which coincided with my depressive years. But things started to change when i had to change my sleeping schedule bc my job forced me to be extremely exhausted, which forced me to fall asleep earlier then wake up earlier. It drastically improved my mental health. I felt... better. I could feel joy. I had better discipline. I just felt happier over all. Altho i do miss being awake late into the night, listening to my inner thoughts and pouring them on paper, recording an accompanying melody with it, i was happier with the new routine.

[mcfiddlestan]

I wasn't technically tagged, but got it from @luninosity. :D

Rules: List all your WIP titles, all meaning even the ones that are vague or nonsensical. Tag as many people as there are WIPs (that might be a lot, so we’ll see!)

I have a lot so I'll separate them by ship, I guess (since I only really write the same ones lol)

FrostIron

- 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge: I've still got 12 days left to do. Day 19 has a... wobbly outline.

- College AU smutty one-shot for a friend: outline/prompt was given to me by said friend. Tony's an exchange student living in London, where he bumps into fresh from Norway student Loki, who needs help getting around. Tony offers to help, things lead to things. Smut.

- Fools Rush In: previously posted six completed chapters, but I hit a bad writer's block and took it down. I hope to someday finish it. it was one of the first long fics I started that was in-universe.

- Real Genius AU: semi-outlined, based on the 1985 movie with Val Kilmer. Chris Knight gives off heavy Tony Stark-vibes.

- Royals AU - outlined, a couple of chapters written. Kind of got the idea from the E! show The Royals. It's an ambitious fic, too. It was the first fic I brought in other characters besides the core Avengers, such as Erik Lehnsherr, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, and tbh if I were to start working on this today, I'd throw in Sam Wilson and maybe other characters.

- The Flame: another, like FRI, that was previously published on AO3. Up to five chapters, lots of scenes written but not strung together yet. Initially looks like ThunderFrost, but it is inevitably FrostIron (no Thor and Loki were not brothers). Idk if I'll ever get back to this one tbh.

- The House Guest: the storyline is all planned out, but I've only written two chapters. It's genderbent -- Antonia Stark and fem Loki Laufeyson. I've even got edits done. I'm hoping to work on it this year.

MaLoki

- Live-action Maleficent/Thor movies crossover: I've had this one in my WIP pile for almost a decade. It was something cooked up with @vikishus around the time the first Maleficent movie came out (I think). I've just never sat down to write anything for it.

Stucky

- Musician!Bucky and Firefighter!Steve, modern day au: has a storyline, and a few pieces/scenes written. (Mixed in is some SamTasha)

- The Greatest Showman-ish AU: some idea jotted down after repeated viewings of the movie lol

- Every Piece Will Find Its Place: post-Winter Soldier prompt given to me anonymously; storyline sketched out, opening written

- 1950s Matinee Idol AU: an idea I sketched from a tumblr post I saw forever ago

ThunderFrost

- Hurricane: sequel to my one ThunderFrost fic, Lead the Way. The plot's kinda there and some bits.

WinterFrost

- The Christmas Date: my perpetual almost-done gift for a good friend. It's literally nearly done. But I can't seem to get it down.

- All I Ask: my artist!Loki and recovering vet!Bucky AU. Been working on it for about five years now. Four chapters are done, with other scenes, and a full plot sketched out.

- Nobody's Hero: a prompt sent to me anonymously that's canon divergent. Bucky and Loki meet and fall in love in the 1940s, then Bucky goes off to war and the first Cap movie ensues. Fast forward to the present day, Loki finds Winter Soldier!Bucky and fights to break through his Hydra brainwashing.

- Second Time Around: like Fools Rush In and The Flame, I removed this from AO3 when I hit a block. Three chaps and a plot 3/4 written. Bucky is more a mix of Bucky and TJ from Political Animals (cuz I started it around the time that was on the air).

- Whatever It Takes: my single Dad AU. Seven chaps completed. The whole plot done. Just gotta write it!

- Snow/Zima RP: my attempt to transform my long ago RP with my ex into a more readable fic-like story. It's not easy lol.

WinterFrostIron

- I have a random OT3 prompt waiting to be written with these three. 🤷🏽‍♀️

WinterIron

- Bodyguard AU: got a plotline and a few scenes. Hoping to work on this soon.

- Alt Prompt 12: I posted a prompt for #12 in the 100 Ways to Say ILY challenge already, but I had another idea I sketched out that was totally different. Still might make a good one-shot.

- @teadrinkingwolfgirl's angst prompt: it's a blank doc staring at me in my Google drive.

Random Ships

- Harley/Bucky: I don't remember who sent this to me. But it's basically a DC/Marvel crossover. Joker's involved with Hydra, Harley is his Asset. She bolts, the Winter Soldier is sent after her.

- Loki/? Xmas prompt: one of those random Xmas prompts that make the rounds every year. Haven't decided who to pair him with yet.

- Fantasy Rom/Com starring Chris Pine and Tom Hiddleston: Okay, so this was taken from a random article online about fantasy romcoms that would be fun. This was one. And I was like, yo, I could write that. So far all I have is the prompt lol.

I don't even know how many I just wrote, so I'll tag a few peeps and if you're reading, feel free to do it!

@teadrinkingwolfgirl, @ishipanarmada, @bouncydragon, @rennemichaels (sorry I can't think of anyone else!)

xoxo

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

A Flower Most Rare

MXTX Reverse Trope Fest - Day 4

Anti-sex pollen

Wenzhou Post-canon - AO3

Okay so I messed up while I was writing my first round of these and I forgot that it's specifically MXTX works (I'm also working on a series for Poly Week in March which is any fandom at all and I got confused). I couldn't think of how I wanted to do this prompt for CQL so I oh-so-brilliantly decided I'd do Wenzhou...and then I still couldn't think of anything for CQL so I'm leaving it lol. So I suppose here's a little break from CQL for a bit of Word of Honor, which I think I haven't written for since last spring. Everything else for the event that I write will be MDZS/CQL though so don't worry!

The orchards around Siji Manor are full of all sorts of flora, most native, some of them retrieved from places Zhou Zishu’s master had once traveled. Not everything he’d brought back could survive their new climate, naturally, but that had never stopped him delighting in new finds, had never deterred him from planting such things and obsessing over their growth and health. Of course during Zhou Zishu's absence it had all been left to fend for itself, as had the rest of the manor, but with the buildings and the courtyards all finally restored to their former glory, it’s time to turn their attention outward.

“Ah-Xu,” Wen Kexing calls with a smile already curling up in his voice, like a particularly pleased cat stretching and slinking into a warm patch of sunlight. Zhou Zishu ignores him - he’s getting quite good at it, despite the fact that it never works as intended. “Ah-Xu~” A pout this time, and perhaps his ignoring his husband does have its intended result. His Lao Wen is at his prettiest when he pouts. “Ah-Xu have mercy on your poor tired servant and let’s rest,” Wen Kexing finally calls from far enough behind that Zhou Zishu does actually stop and turn to look at him on the path behind him.

He doesn’t do his husband the honor of letting him know that his affected pout and general air of ethereal beauty there in the midst of flowering trees and the snow of winter blanketing the ground is enough to take his breath away.

“Keep up, Lao Wen,” Zhou Zishu says instead, eyes once again returning to the path ahead. “Else you’ll be finding your way all on your own.”

“So cruel, Ah-Xu!” Wen Kexing cries right on cue, footsteps crunching through the snow with suitable dramatics. “Be kinder to this poor wife! I’ve grown so used to the air on our mountain that it’s difficult to keep up down here where the air is so heavy.”

Zhou Zishu waits until Wen Kexing’s footsteps are close behind him and then he stops dead in his tracks, turning his head enough to smirk at his husband over his shoulder when he bumps right into him. Wen Kexing takes the expected opportunity to wrap his arms around him so Zhou Zishu turns in his hold to smirk up at him directly, the better to tease his husband into frowning at him in the way that makes his lips particularly biteable.

“Ah-Xu,” Wen Kexing chastises.

“Aiyah, stop calling for me,” Zhou Zishu retorts even as he makes himself at home in his husband’s arms. He slips his arms under his cloak to hug him around the waist, let his hands wander, and he watches the pout melt into a pleased smile once again. His Lao Wen is so fickle in some ways, but never in any way that truly matters. “What can this husband do to make his lady wife more comfortable?”

Wen Kexing blushes prettily at that so Zhou Zishu accepts the kisses he leans down to pepper over his lips, his cheek, the corner of his jaw. “Have you stolen me away into the orchard to have your wicked way with me?” Wen Kexing mumbles around where he’s suckling at his earlobe - a simple sensation that’s somehow always shocking in its intensity as well.

“I would if you would quit distracting me and let me actually take you far enough away from the manor that we won’t be disturbed.”

“My lord husband is so considerate,” Wen Kexing teases with a kiss to the tip of his nose that Zhou Zishu jerks back from with a glare. “Lead on then, I’ll just admire the view from behind~” Wen Kexing’s laughter rings clear through the trees, barely muffled by the blanket of snow on everything around them, as Zhou Zishu breaks free of his hold and turns to storm off. Wen Kexing keeps pace with him easily, of course, and Zhou Zishu endures further pestering - both verbal and physical - with remarkable patience, he thinks.

Finally, though, they reach the spot he’d had in mind. A flowering meadow is hidden there in the middle of the winter orchard, kept sheltered and relatively free of snow by the tangled, arching branches of the plum trees overhead, currently in vibrant bloom.

“Oh,” Wen Kexing breathes, all teasing apparently forgotten in face of the sight of a little haven of flowers and soft grass in the depths of winter - even Zhou Zishu isn’t entirely immune. It’s been a long time since he’s seen anything besides endless snow and barren trees. Wen Kexing drifts forward only to drop down and examine the nearest patch of flowers curiously, fingers delicate and gentle as he cups and strokes the little petals. “What are these? I haven’t heard of a flower like this that also blooms in winter.”

“I don’t know,” Zhou Zishu replies honestly. “But it blooms in every season, I’ve checked before. Master brought it back from a trip and allowed it to grow wild back here. I never got the chance to ask him why he wanted it, or how it can flower no matter the weather.”

Wen Kexing hums and strokes one of the flowers again, examines the faint dusting of pollen on his fingertip before he brushes it off and turns suddenly to sit down. Zhou Zishu raises a brow at him but Wen Kexing simply leans back onto one elbow in the way that he knows Zhou Zishu finds particularly inviting. Especially if he - ah. Puts his knee up just so, as he just did.

“I was promised a wicked man would have his way with this humble wife,” Wen Kexing jeers as Zhou Zishu finally gives up his game and drops to his knees between Wen Kexing’s spread legs, hands already exploring his husband’s thighs as if he’s never gotten to touch before.

Zhou Zishu isn’t entirely cruel, so he allows Wen Kexing to keep his robes on at least, in deference to the cold that they can’t currently combat with furs and candles like they can on their mountain. But his mercy begins and ends there. In barely any time at all, in the grand scheme of things, Zhou Zishu has his husband well on the way to falling apart right there beneath him in the grass, his pleas and cajoling and snatches of poetry music to Zhou Zishu’s ears.

Which is why it’s utterly baffling when he feels himself go abruptly soft in his trousers. He feels as if he’s suddenly gotten a bucketful of snow dumped down the back of his robes and he pulls away from where he’s sucking his husband off with a gasp - just in time for his cock to go limp as well.

“What the fuck,” Zhou Zishu wonders aloud with no small measure of irritation.

“Agreed,” Wen Kexing huffs and props himself up on one elbow, looking mussed and woozy as he should, but still definitely soft, as he shouldn’t. Zhou Zishu is so nonplussed he doesn’t even bother swatting Wen Kexing’s hand away when he reaches out to grope the front of his trousers, where Zhou Zishu really wishes his cock would get with the program again instead of remaining obstinately limp.

“Well. We already know from plenty of experience that an erection isn’t really necessary-“ Wen Kexing begins pragmatically, and through the flash of affection that washes through Zhou Zishu for his immediate attempt to think of a way to continue being ravaged he also rolls his eyes with no attempt to conceal the reaction.

“Absolutely not,” Zhou Zishu snaps. It’s a little too harsh, a little too sudden, but Wen Kexing knows him too well to be put out by it. It’s just that…something about even the idea of an orgasm makes him want to hide up on a roof somewhere until everyone’s gone to bed. It makes him shivery and uncomfortable in a way he’s not familiar with, and he’s pretty sure Wen Kexing may be feeling the same judging by the sudden uncomfortable shift in his expression.

“Ah-Xu,” he starts hesitantly with a little squirm and Zhou Zishu is off him in an instant, the mood thoroughly shattered in a way he’s never felt before when with his husband, not even when they’d had the Nails to contend with. “This is…strange,” Wen Kexing continues, musing as he sits up and begins patting down his hair - conscientious as ever about his appearance, so at least that much is normal. “I can’t imagine this is something natural, there’s nothing in this world that could make me so…unenthused by your beauty.”

Zhou Zishu can’t help but scoff, “Well clearly something can,” considering the evidence is right there in front of him. And nevermind that he’s equally as affected, he’s not the one always swanning around singing his husband’s praises whether there’s an audience for it or not. “Perhaps my good wife has grown tired of his husband-“

“Never!” Wen Kexing’s reply is instant and vehement in a way that warms Zhou Zishu’s chest. He leans over to press a chaste kiss to Wen Kexing’s cheek in reward, and in return earns a huffy little pout and a glance through Wen Kexing’s absurdly lovely eyelashes. “Ah-Xu, I’ll get to the bottom of this. You have my word, this is not my doing! I’ll make it up to you later, I swear to you.”

Zhou Zishu kisses Wen Kexing’s cheek again and then rolls to his feet to help his husband do the same. He takes a moment to brush some of the debris from being on the ground off his husband’s back and the same from his own knees and then takes Wen Kexing’s hand as they head back to the manor.

They manage to finish what they’d started after dinner and a long bath together that evening, and it’s with no small sense of relief that Zhou Zishu is able to satisfy and pleasure his husband and be serviced in return.

It’s weeks later, when Zhou Zishu is tending to the spring section of the orchard that will soon begin to bloom and herald their return to their mountain, that Wen Kexing comes running to him.

“What’s wrong?” Is the first question that flies from his lips, an old instinct that he’s yet to train out of himself.

“It was the flowers!!” Wen Kexing cries, leaving Zhou Zishu blinking at a sheaf of papers his husband is shoving towards his face. “That day, that horrible day, when I was - quite against my will - forced to find your touch so unbearable! It was the flowers!”

Zhou Zishu sighs and takes the papers from his husband’s hand to squint down at them. It’s quickly apparent that they’re notes, and with a pang he recognizes his Master’s hand.

“ ‘Its pollen may be used to aid those prone to unwanted advances’?” he quotes after skimming through the first page and onto the second which contains a sketch of one of the flowers, and a description of its uses.

“If made into a medicine with other compounds, it functions as an aphrodisiac,” Wen Kexing reports. “It may aid in blood flow and strengthen the pulse, as well as creating a hot flush of desire in order to encourage sexual arousal. But if the pollen of it is inhaled or ingested on its own it does the exact opposite, leading to an inability to perform and no desire to do so anyway. It’s long been a method of protection amongst those who fear their wishes will not be respected.”

Zhou Zishu takes in this information with a few slow blinks. He briefly considers tearing up the flowers so that he can have his romantic meadow sex after all, but he supposes immediately after that such a solution is awfully short-sighted in the grand scheme of things.

“Were there instructions on how to prepare this medicine?” Zhou Zishu asks as nonchalantly as he can manage, and right on cue Wen Kexing smirks at him in that crooked way he so loves.

“Ah-Xu~” his husband teases. “I’m insulted you think I would come to you without preparing for such a thing. We have all the ingredients here, save one. Shall we send our beloved idiot into town to fetch it?”

“Our little idiot is the master of Siji Manor, he doesn’t have time to run your errands. We’ll go into town together to find it.”

Not that they need the help of such medicines, of course, but Zhou Zishu appreciates anything that can make his husband whine and beg for him, turn him wanton and wanting. It’s only a bonus if such a thing doesn’t require any effort on his part to start working in such a way. In the end, they sneak an impressive supply up to their home in the armory; they have a lot of time alone together to enjoy, after all.

[awilddreamermain]

Hi, Chels! Congratulations!! I'm so happy for you! You deserve every follower and more! That is a threat, I'm holding everyone hostage 🔪

I would love to get a MHA matchup, I wanna see who you'd match me with! Got me so curious! SFW & NSFW if you'd be willing!

My name is Chloe but I prefer May, nicknames include May-May, Maybell or Chlo.

I'm 25, pronouns are she/he, Cancer Moon, Aries Sun and Virgo Rising. Quite the weird mash of zodiacs, huh?

My favorite colors are pink (that soft pastel kinda baby pink), red (especially blood/garnet red) and...can I add pink again? Any shade of pink this time. Bubblegum or hot pink.

Favorite AU's include A/B/O, Mafia, Historical, Fantasy and does Mythical Creatures count?

Oh...oh boy, I gotta look deep for some fun facts that aren't just...facts but I'll do my best!

1) My sneezes are so short and high pitched I go "chu".

2) I have vitiligo, makes me look like a dog because it's mostly around my mouth and my right eye so I have a spot!

3) I have atrocious balance, my knees and shins are always banged up because I cannot for the life of me walk correctly.

4) I have a stutter, on top of speaking so quickly it turns into a jumbled mess. So good luck understanding what I said because I have no idea either.

5) I have a growing unicorn plush collection. My favorite is Cupcake, one that's actually taller than I am. Big chunk.

My likes are pretty simple. Cute & soft sweaters, blankets, warm coffee and strawberry milk, pastries and the cold! Winter is my favorite season. History, particularly the Medieval and Victorian times.

My interests revolve around creativity and you could say they're my hobbies as well. Drawing in particular, I used to do digital but I'm stuck with traditional pencil and paper at the moment. I'm dipping my toes into painting and its very fun! Obviously writing and reading and if I'm not doing of those listed then I'm definitely playing video games.

Personality I might say I'm quite split down the middle. At first, to a complete stranger I might come across as cold, stoic, with a resting bitch face, that just wants to get whatever I'm outside for done so I can leave. I'd create a witty or sarcastic comeback if I was given sass by a Karen but with my speech issues? I'd be lucky to get one coherent word out at her...and spend the rest of the day fantasizing what could've happened. So I'm rather quiet, agoraphobia hits hard in large or crowded places so I'm an anxiety riddled mess on the verge of a panic attack. In private or with people that I'm comfortable with? Complete opposite. Happy, bubbly, cracking puns and jokes so get those groan worthy reactions. I try to be the "mom friend" and get over my issues if someone is having it worse, I'll march up to a counter and ask for ketchup if someone wanted it but was too scared to do it themselves. The shoulder to lean and cry on, I'm highly empathetic and understanding, compassionate at times. But I have to actively try and keep myself positive and say good things about myself because I do fall into the pit of self-loathing and hate.

For appearance I'd say I'm average height, pale with white splotches that are inching larger due to my vitiligo, chubby, ashy blonde, blue eyes, button nose. I'd say I'm decently cute? I don't know if I can rate myself.

Okay I know I said I'd be looking into Zodiac compatibility for this but— I literally just screamed internally "KIRISHIMA" when I was reading this. You two would be perfect omg. This Libra king would do anything for you. For this you're an artist and the daughter of a mafia boss :) I like to think of ship names sometimes so like, yours would either be like Eijmay or Mayjirou or Kiriloe— that last one and first are awful I know so lets go with the second? I can't write a proper stutter for the life of me so I tried to keep your dialogue to the minimum.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AU: Mafia

⠀Theme Song: You're The One That I Want - Alex & Sierra

How you meet (his point of view):

⠀⠀The gallery was full of black and white suits, tight, floor length dresses with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses meeting his ears. It was a joyous evening, celebrating the wonderful art work created by the boss's daughter. He had never met her before but he had heard whispers, all good as no one would dare slander the name of their leader's precious little girl. You were the boss's pride and joy, thus he kept you as far away from the darker side of the family business as possible.

⠀⠀Kirishima was still a new hire, a bodyguard of sorts and would consider this his first gig. He had an idea of who he was looking for as he walked further into the mass of people admiring your work but didn't expect what he would eventually come across. You were as far away from the crowd as you possibly could be, guzzling glasses of wine and over all appearing to be a deer in headlights. He couldn't fugure out for the life of him why you seemed so frightened until he watched people approach you to talk, noticing the stutter in your voice when you replied to questions and greetings,your body language telling people to stear clear of you.

⠀⠀So, he did what he was hired to do. "Kindly step away from the lady." He said with a smile, approaching with his large arms crossing over his broad chest as he towered over the guests. They looked at him as if he were a giant shark looking to devour them before scurrying away, leaving the two of you alone. He stood quietly, listening to the voices on the other side of his ear piece as his ruby eyes scanned the area around you. He made sure to not stand so close and avoided in letting his gaze wander.

⠀⠀He couldn't help but admire your skin in quick glances, finding the spot over your eye to be quite adorable. Your silky, ask blonde hair was all dolled up for the event, light make up on your face but not enough to cover the vitiligo. You were stunning and his heart hammered against his chest. So the rumors were true.

⠀⠀You thanked him, voice quiet and careful as you set down your wine glass and clasped your hands together. Out of the corner of his eye he watched you twiddle your thumbs. You didn't want to be here, did you? This obviously wasn't your idea, how could it be? A girl like you, timid as a mouse, didn't want to be surrounded by strangers. "Miss..." He began, thinking carefully because the last thing he wanted to do was piss off the boss and likely get himself killed. But this was his job wasn't it? Making sure you were happy and safe? "Would you like to leave here for a bit? We'll come back of course, but you look like you need some air."

Extra.

He ended up taking you to a drive thru restaurant and got you whatever you wanted, letting you talk about whatever you wanted or sat quietly if you chose not to talk at all If it was quiet in the suv then that was fine too, he just wanted to help you in any way he could. Eventually the silence becomes small talk and then leads to a rather deep conversation about whatever the hell was going on inside that beautiful brain of yours. Kirishima wasn't the smartest man but he wasn't stupid, he wasn't as clueless as most thought he was. You told him how your father made you do this as an attempt to get you out there, to socialize and possibly find a suitor. This was the mafia after all.

The Confession:

⠀⠀It was a tradition now, every Sunday you and Eijirou would go to your favorite café to have coffee and enjoy the early day weather before it got too hot. You sit at the same table, in the same chairs with him facing the door. You get the same drinks and food and just overall enjoy each others company. After that night at the gallery you two became fast friends, which your father obviously had to approve of but thankfully he did. Kirishima was a good man, he's trustworthy and puts you before himself.

⠀⠀The day he approached your father and asked to speak in private was the day he knew he was likely to get thrown in the deepest, darkest depths of the ocean. He has confessed his feelings for you to your old man, who listened intently with a blank face behind his desk. "Sir, I'm in love with your daughter, and with your blessing I'd like to... court her." He was utterly terrified when your father cleared his throat and sighed, shifting where he sat so he could stand and move around the desk. He reached out for a handshake which Kirishima looked up at him with a questioning look.

⠀⠀Your father gave his blessing and now... He just had to tell you, his best friend, that he loved you. God he loved you so much— "Kiri," you interrupted his thoughts, bringing him crashing back to reality," a-are you alright? You seem nervous." He swallowed hard in response but cleared his throat, taking a sip of his cappuccino.

⠀⠀"Oh yeah— definitely." He breathed with a laugh, moving a hand to the back of his neck to scratch. How was he going to say it? "So, uh—" he licked his lips, adjusting himself in his seat multiple times until he groaned and leaned forward. "Fuck, I'm just gonna say it— Maybell, I love you. I have for a long time now and I talked to your father and he said—"

⠀⠀"Said what, Eijirou?" Your eyes widened at his confession and he felt like a complete idiot. Should he had said something to you first? Was this a mistake? What if you didn't feel the same way? God his mind was going to explode—

⠀⠀"That I could... court you. With your permission." You were quick to nod and smile to his surprise, which prompted a grin if his own.

Extra.

Kirishima HAS to be facing the door in any public place you go to. I don't make the rules.

He never let's you walk close to the road, he has to be between you and it at all times when you're walking.

He oders your food and drinks for you when you can't but is there for moral support when you do. He wants you comfortable and happy. He wouldn't ever dare get in your way though, you're a lot stronger and braver than most may think you are.

The Relationship:

⠀⠀On days like this, Kirishima can't help but admire you. He catches himself staring wuite often but he just can't help it. What did he do to deserve such a beautiful partner? He looks at you and all he can think about is how much he loves you and wants to see you smile. He watched you from the kitchen island, leaning against it as you waltz around the kitchen in your pinky fuzzy slippers and one of his shirts that's much, much too big on you. He remembers your surprise when you found his clothing was actually too big on you and how happy you were.

⠀⠀"Maybell?" He hums, adjusting his stance and crossing his arms on the counter. He listened for you to him back in response, a smile on his lips. "You look so cute in my clothes.

⠀⠀You giggled, shaking your head and continued putting the dishes away until Eijirou appeared behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and his forehead coming down on your shoulder. "Need somethin' baby?" You turned your head just slightly, a brow cocked inquisitively. He squeezed you in response, swiftly lifting you and making you squeal. Thankfully you didn't have anything in your hands at the moment. He peppered kisses all over the side of your face, setting you down only to lift you again bridal style.

⠀⠀"I've got all I need right here in my arms." He chuckled and you playfully smacked his chest, letting him carry you to your shared bedroom.

Extra.

TICKLE FIGHTS.

He thinks your sneezes are the cutest thing in the world.

He loves your god awful puns, they crack him up every time.

Adores the fact you're a nurturer, especially with your friends. He thinks you'd make a great mother but if that's something you don't want he respects that.

You take care of everyone, but who takes care of you? Eijirou is always there to be your shoulder to lean and cry on, he's your sound board and is always happy to let you talk about your feelings with him. You're allowed to not be happy and bubbly all the time, he realizes how staying positive all the time can actually do more damage than goof, especially if you bottle everything up.

If on a particular day you're struggling with your speech he's happy to be your voice as well. He understands you better than anyone, even your own father.

Speaking of your father, he can't wait to make Eijirou his son-in-law! He's a good man with a good heart and treats you right, what's not to like?

He has trouble saying no to you and spoils you quite a bit.

The Fights:

...

Extra.

There's nothing, what you say goes and all he can say is "yes dear". He knows better than to argue with you, however when he's right and he knows he is, he finds a way to prove it without making you mad.

The Sex:

⠀⠀"Fuck baby—" he hissed, hands finding your hips and guiding you as you rub yourself on his cock. Your hands are on his thighs and your head is tossed back, giving him the perfect view of your tits. God he loves them, he loves the plush skin of your stomach and your thighs, your ass too, he loved seeing all of you. He was so happy that you allow him this privilege of seeing you, granted you've been dating a while now but still. Your sounds are music to his ears and all he wants is to make more, make you feel so good you're calling his name and making a mess.

He wanted— no, needed, to feel you, to feel inside your warm and wet cunt, to feel it squeeze him and milk him dry. He was quick to flip the two of you over, careful to not hurt you as he did. You gasped and giggled, reaching up to hold his face as he smiled, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He loved your taste, he could go on and on about all the things he loved about you all day if he could. "You want it baby?" You nodded excitedly, lip caught between your teeth. He smirked and reached between the two of you, thick fingers tracing a line between your lips and slipping inside your soaked pussy.

"D-Daddy—" you whine, a slight pout on your lips as your face morphs into one of pleasure. He chuckled, pumping his fingers in and out a few times before removing them and grabbing his cock. He coated it more in your slick, guiding it between tge lips of your cunt before slowly pushing inside, groaning at how tight you are. You squeal of course, gasping for breath because Kirishima is an impressive size, you still struggled to take him sometimes but like a good girl you always managed.

"That's my good girl." He cooed, moving so his forearms were on either side of your head. He gave a couple test thrusts, waiting for you to adjust u til you nodded for him to continue.

Extra.

Terrified of activating his quirk while he's fucking you, but he keeps himself under control.

He loves his hair pulled and he loves to be bitten, he especially likes it when you scratch his back when he hits that good spot.

Eats you out for his pleasure mostly, but for yours as well. He loves when you grind on his face and moan his name when you do it. Speaking of, please sit on his face, he loves that shit. He knows how to be careful of his teeth!

If you have pets they CANNOT be in the same roon when you're doing the do, it's just weird.

He'd happily bend you over in the kitchen and do you right there. Hell, he'll fuck you anywhere you deem suitable.

He likes to do a mixture if praise and degradation with you, and edging and overstimulation is a big go-to. He just loves seeing you squirm under him, hr loves hearing you beg and say you need him.