#i love this fanfic sm actually

[sturnina]

Jealousy

Chris Sturniolo x Fem!reader

— tags;; mentions of a physical fight & injury, injury tending, fighting, pet name (baby), no use of yn, toxic habits (overprotectiveness)

— wc;; 1282

— author‘s note;; my take on overprotectiveness since i hate the „touch her and you die“ trope, hope you enjoy <3

He did it again.

You don‘t know how to feel as you silently drive home, Chris in the passenger seat, seemingly oblivious to the storm raging in your mind.

He did it again. He hit a guy just because he looked at you weirdly.

Don‘t get me wrong, you love his protective side. It is hot, honestly. The way he always makes sure everyone knows you‘re his girl, the way his arm sneaks around your waist at parties, the way he gets rid of other boys trying to flirt with you.

But this… this wasn‘t protective, this was violent. He hit a guy, for the second time this week. The second time in four days.

Yes, the guy was rude and obnoxious. Yes, you felt uncomfortable around him. Yes, you were relieved when Chris came to your help after the guy wouldn‘t listen to your No’s.

But Chris‘s punch, it wasn‘t protective. It was violent, brutal, merciless. And of course, the guy hit him back, right on his cheek.

When you glance to your right, you can see the dark patch forming on your boyfriend‘s cheekbone.

You arrive home — your house, not the triplets‘ —, and you go to fetch the first aid kit immediately after entering through the front door. Chris trails in behind you, unbothered by his split lip and bruised cheek.

He just sits down at the kitchen table, knowing you will take care of him. Expecting you to.

You take an ice pack out of the refrigerator and settle down next to Chris, all in complete silence. You can‘t bear to hear his voice now, or your own. You‘re afraid it might give your thoughts away. And your eyes, your eyes will surely betray you, so you keep them focused on the ice, the bruise, your hand, anything but Chris‘s eyes. That he is looking at you constantly isn‘t helping.

But eventually, he picks up on your uncharacteristically silent behaviour.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Everything alright?”

You swallow thickly, knowing your voice will give in the second you try to speak. So you remain silent. For exactly three seconds, dabbing a cotton pad at his split lip, before Chris speaks again.

“That dick won‘t bother you anymore.”

Of course, he thinks that‘s the problem. Of course.

“That‘s not what I‘m worried about,” you mutter, stoically keeping your eyes on his injuries.

“You‘re worried about me? Oh, baby, you know I can take care of myself,“ Chris says warmly.

“That’s not… I am worried about you, Chris. You need to stop this. But-”

“Baby, you know I won‘t,“ he mutters, slowly tilting your chin up with the hand that isn‘t holding the ice pack. “Those pricks deserve it.“

“Besides the fact that no one deserves to get beat up, that‘s not what I mean,“ you say, pulling away from him. “You need to stop or you‘ll end up in serious trouble.“

“I won‘t,“ he says softly. “I promise. I just want to teach them a lesson-”

“You‘re not listening to me, Chris!”

“What are you talking about, of course I‘m listening to you,“ he says, his brows furrowing.

“No you‘re not,“ you scoff. “I see the way you look at the guys you‘re going to hit. I‘m not blind. I can see that you want it.“

“Of course I want it,“ Chris says, laying a hand on your arm. “I need to protect my girl-”

“That‘s not what I mean, and we both know it,“ you snap, quickly closing your mouth and taking a deep breath. “I am just an excuse. Don‘t deny it!“

He already opened his mouth but closes it again, worry and confusion clouding his gaze. “Baby-”

“No. Listen to me,“ you interrupt him, trying to keep your tone calm. “You like the confrontation, don‘t you? The adrenaline? But you can‘t see… You don‘t see the way it‘s hurting me.“

Chris‘s expression falters for a moment. “I don‘t- what are you- what do you mean? I don‘t understand…“ he stutters.

“No, you don‘t,“ you say softly, pulling your arm out of his grip and standing up to bring more distance between you.

He really doesn‘t. He doesn‘t understand the way your heart clenches every time a guy even just glances at you in public. He doesn’t understand the way your thoughts start racing even when someone is just walking in your direction. He doesn‘t understand the way you‘re terrified of talking to anyone while out with him — out of fear to trigger his jealousy.

The air feels thick as you look at his expression, his desperate eyes, the bruise on his cheek and his still-bleeding lip.

“Explain it to me,“ he says, “please, what am I doing wrong?“

“You don‘t see the way you‘re hurting me, hurting everyone around you,“ you whisper, your voice just as thick now. The words feel like they‘re stuck in your throat and you have to force yourself to speak them. „I hate seeing people hurt, especially you. I hate seeing you get hurt, and knowing- knowing that it‘s because of me.“

“That‘s not true, baby, I‘m-”

“Please, Chris,“ you whisper, tears collecting in your eyes, “Please let me finish. I hate avoiding to go- to go out in public with you just because I can‘t… I can‘t trust you not to lash out at someone, I hate b-being scared every time someone looks at me or talks to me, I- I just… I hate seeing you angry, I hate seeing you violent, I hate seeing you like that… And yet you- you keep doing it, n-no matter how o-often I ask you to stop…“ Your throat is clogged, your breaths are laboured, your eyes are watering, and you physically can‘t speak anymore, the words having drained out of your head. But there is one sentence left, one you‘re terrified to even think.

And Chris is just standing there, the words burning in his mind, on his skin, digging into his flesh while he tries not to rush to hug you because he knows, he knows it wouldn‘t help. And then he feels the tears running down his face, and the pain ripping through his chest. You don‘t trust him. You can‘t trust him, you said it yourself. You‘re scared of him.

Fists clenching at his sides, he lets that sink in. Everything he‘s done for you, everything he thought he‘s done for you, crumbles under the heavy weight of reality, the realisation that he‘s been hurting you all along.

He steps forward, raises his arms, and sees the way you cross your arms. A shielding gesture. Chris thinks he can hear his heart finally shatter at that, after slowly cracking over the entire conversation.

There are no words he can use to explain himself. He knows he should apologise. But how do you apologise after terrifying your girl over and over again without even noticing? What words are there to express the mixture of frustration, fear, and self-hatred he‘s feeling against himself?

Chris drops his arms to his sides.

He turns around, and leaves.

And you are left alone. The front door slams closed, but you don‘t even flinch. Your mind is full, and so are your eyes, your ears, everything is clogged with memories, everything is breaking inside you, but you are relieved.

You are relieved, because how could you bear his overwhelming presence any longer, with one last question, one last sentence burning on your mind, a question you can‘t ignore but also can‘t speak, not in front of him?

How can you be sure he will never lash out at you? How can you be sure that you will never be on the receiving end of his fist?

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

I've been utterly fascinated by Good (better? nicer?) Chase design by @lizard-color4 from this post and desperately wanted to know more. Who's this man? What's his story? Why is his hand bandaged? Why is his fashion taste is so much better than Original Chase? And why the hell does his hug looks so nice??

so i um, decided to explore his design a little ;D

also bonus+ sorta?? continuation / my take on the after hug because i really craved more of that

bonus++ a silly doodle of my first attempt on his design because why not

[jane-trademark]

the robotnik sister trio

[sefusian]

The beauty of Marvin and Jason's relationship (an analysis)

was reading a post-breakup falsettos fic and one of the chapters was abt Marvin fixing his relationship w Jason; Marvin telling him that he loves him no matter what is literally one of my favourite things ever abt them.

If u rlly think of it, Marvin never speaks ill of his son or treats him badly throughout the entirety of Falsettos (him mocking Jason during "Everyone Tells Jason To See A Psychiatrist" barely counts). Out of everyone in Act 1/MoTF, Jason is the only person he loved unconditionally and knew he loved.

And it's not like it's "implied" or "hidden between the lines:" he clearly cares abt his relationship w his son, as evident in "Marvin Sees a Psychiatrist" (J: I love my mother / M: Why not me?") and, obviously, "Father to Son." And him pushing him to see a psychiatrist? Jason is his pride and joy but he can see that he is also very much like him, especially when compared to his younger self (see: In Trousers). He tries to help his son solve any problems he may have now, in fear of having him grow up to be like his father - Marvin states this sentiment explicitly in "I Never Wanted To Love You:" ("I never wanted to love you / I only wanted to see my face in yours / Jason's wild, save this child").

The cherry on top: my absolute favourite detail ever abt them (especially the 2016 revival version) is the contrast between the way they look at/interact w each other at the end of both Act 1/MoTF and Act 2/FL. In MoTF, during "Father to Son," they're sitting across each other and don't hold prolonged eye/physical contact. Yes, they make up in the end, and even hug, but there's still some tension and uncertainty (which is to be expected, especially after such a strained past history).

But in FL, during "Jason's Bar Mitzvah," Marvin holds him gently and sings to him abt how proud he is of his son ("You hold my dreams / Kid, I burst at the seams / 'Cause of you"). And Jason, in return, looks up at his father in adoration and pure love, smiling fondly because Marvin, too, has grown up to be someone he's proud to call his father.

~~~~

Anyways, ty for attending my ass-o-clock TED talk again abt Falsettos. I love this show too much for my own health and sanity !!!!

[justaz]

need post magic reveal/ban repeal where magic is free and everyone grows in their knowledge of just what magic is and how it works etc, etc. merlin (isn't one for bragging about his powers) doesn't really mention much about his magic so people just assume he has enough to get by with like chores but not enough to catch the ire of uther EXCEPT for gauis, lancelot, and arthur bc gaius and lancelot have known about him for years and know what he's capable of and arthur sat merlin down and demanded all the stories so arthur knows he'd be a formidable opponent but he doesn't really get it yk? so he's like "yeah merlin has magic and he's capable of defending himself and camelot so he's probably on the more powerful end of the spectrum like every other sorcerer who is powerful"

and then i need merlin to be Different. like noticeably different. like idk a sorcerer is like trying out to be court sorcerer (bc merlin doesn't want another job dammit arthur give it morgana or someone-) and they perform this elaborate spell that captivates merlin and he starts asking all these questions and the sorcerer is like "yeah it's super difficult, it took me months to get it right and it takes years for some others-" and they cut themselves off bc merlin was just like "i wanna try" and does it perfectly first try. the sorcerer is seething.

camelot is hit with a heatwave and everyone is suffering and arthur is just like "morgana can you make it rain or something? it's too hot to breathe." and morgana is just like "no you idiot i can't just bend nature to my will. it doesn't like that." and merlin finally arrives with waterskins full of nice, cold, refreshing drink that the knights are frothing at the mouth to get. arthur complains again and morgana huffs and merlin is like "has he been like that this whole time?" and morgana nods with a groan and merlin laughs before going "i can try something" and leaves before anyone can say anything and arthur looks at morgana and is like "i thought you said nature doesn't like to be controlled?" and she's like "it doesn't" and then they all chase after merlin but he's chilling in the courtyard with his eyes closed, not even chanting, and then the sky starts to darken as black clouds roll in, the temperature plummets and then...snow begins to fall. in july. they all end up having a snowball fight.

a power hungry sorcerer comes along and is like "emrys....he's perfect....just what i need...teehee" and casts some spell over merlin and begins to siphon his magic and his power and merlin feels waves of his magic flood through the connection and into the sorcerer and like he's a mix of panic and concern bc yeah this mf is taking his magic but they're taking his magic. merlin tries to bargain or talk them down while the knights and arthur try to attack but the sorcerer keeps pushing them back and ignores merlin and is like "i want power, i want your power" blah blah blah monologue time and they swing another wave of magic out at the knights and knock many out while killing some and merlin is just like "ok no that's all folks thanks" and starts to push his own magic through the connection. the sorcerer has this wild gleam in their eyes and they feel more and more power fill them and it's like a high until it gets too much and they frantically try to sever the connection and their telling merlin to stop but merlin is just like "i thought you wanted my power? i'm giving it to you" and continues to flood the sorcerer with his magic until gold begins to trace their skin and they idk explode or smth and then all the magic flies back into merlin and he flexes his hands. unnamed knights 3, 6, 22, 53, and 55 still died so it's a tragedy.

a bunch of sorcerers are entertaining at a feast (kind of like the trickler) and they cast illusions all around the room that look real enough (unless you look too closely or touch it bc they are somewhat see through and your hand would pass right through them) and it's a fun and joyous night. later that week, the knights bring it up during their break while training and merlin is like "sure, what illusion should i cast?" and after some back and forth, he settles on the illusion of a dragon. it's around the size and age of aithusa bc that's all he has to go off of and it's gold since he took inspiration from the pendragon crest all around the area. it jumps around and flaps it's wings to get some air and it's all fine and dandy until elyan goes to poke his hand through it's ribs but meets physical scales and he jumps up into percival's arms. merlin looks closer and is like "oh. its real. whoops." and leon is like "whoops?? you make a real life dragon and all you have to say is whoops?" and merlin shrugs and is like "it was an accident" and leon about keels over from a heart attack "an accident? how do you accidentally-" the dragon is considered a gift from magic to camelot and helps further heal the wounds of uther's purge.

idk just like merlin being casually the most powerful sorcerer to walk the earth and unnerving people just by how little he seems to care about his shows of power but they're all like "well he's just doing all these small things that don't harm anyone and he doesn't even seem to realize just how powerful he is so what can ya do?" and they leave it be and make peace with merlin being Like That. and then camelot/arthur is attacked or smth idk and then everyone gets to see exactly how powerful and dangerous merlin is

[fluideli123]

Sonadow Fic Rec

Okay, before you jump down to the masterpieces listed below, I just wanted to state this:

These authors have given this phenomenal content for free, baked with time and effort. I have never once ignored this, hence why I try and comment on each and every one of these fics. However, my energy and ability to be verbose differs day to day. Some of these fics I have not given proper comments for, despite this, I will be on it the moment I can be. In the time being, (once I am able to find my comments on each of these fics) I will be sharing my adoration for them further in other posts (and most likely link back to this one).

With that being said, please, PLEASE take your time to check each of these fics out. If they're not your cup of tea? Valid! But hands down I have never dedicated myself to making a fic rec like this until now. But I MUST share and spread these works, they are much too dear to me not to, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

(All fics are listed by order saved in my bookmarks, not in the order read)

tangled threads and bite-marked shoulders by @rubyiiiusions

Words: 32,287 | Series | Complete

Shadow hissed in pain. The laser had just grazed him, but it still stung, and he instinctively gripped the wound it left on his arm. “You dare-” He stopped. The laser hadn’t hit him. In fact, it had struck Sonic, right on his lower left arm. So why did his forearm feel like it just got shot? He whipped around, fear climbing up his throat, and he suddenly became hyper-aware of something new. It was like a sixth sense, feeling the confusion that emitted from Sonic’s fur in waves as if it was his own. “What did you do?!” Shadow snarled. or, eggman accidentally soulbinds shadow and sonic, and no one has any idea how to undo it.

Sleepwalking by Tirainy

Words: 22,117 | Complete

'There is a strong arm curled around his torso, the appendage keeping him close to its owner, whose warm breath is ghosting over the back of his neck. Sonic is sure he went to bed alone the previous night, but he isn't worried about the intruder. After all, this isn't the first time this has happened…'

Secret Admirer by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 24,313 | Complete

Sonic understood well what it meant to be loved. He was a world-famous hero, after all; his presence never went unnoticed. For the most part, he lavished in that attention, he soaked it in and encouraged it. But not romantic attention. So, when the blue blur found himself falling in love? Well, the prospect was rather daunting, no matter how easy Amy had made it out to be. So maybe, just maybe, he should just take the easy way out...

Rose Drops Series by @magicstormfrostfire

Words: 122,489 | Series | Complete

Love, Intuition, and a little bit of magic ensues as Amy sends Sonic and Shadow on an unforgettable adventure.

Wolfboy by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 73,856 | Complete

World-famous monster hunter Shadow the Hedgehog has a job to do. It doesn't take long for the one-shot wonder to realize that this job won't be as simple as he'd expected: a small town, rumors of a lone werewolf, and a handsome, green-eyed, chronically-injured casanova who manages to worm his way into Shadow's heart... What starts off as a simple job turns out to be something much more life-changing.

Blizzard Bedfellows by @magicstormfrostfire

Words: 21,294 | Complete

When a rare blizzard takes over the island, Sonic is on the run to make sure a certain angry loner is safe and sound. Y-you know, because...uh that's what heroes do.

We never met but can we have a cup of coffee or something? by @whitejungle

Words: 3,630 | Complete

It's been almost two months since Sonic lost someone he didn't even know, but he can't stop thinking about it.

Clean Slate by nottheweirdest

Words: 155,880 | Complete | Note: Squeal pending and I am cheering you on author!! Whatever you decide I am excited to support you!!

Shadow has lost himself before. He knows what it's like to straddle the line between reality and false memories, but this time, it’s Sonic whose memory has vanished. A premeditated set of circumstances and an accidental injury leave Sonic with no memory of who he is, his life, or more importantly, his painful history with Shadow. It’s up to Shadow to remind the hero who he is in the midst of a global outbreak. It’s a chance for redemption. It’s a chance to right the wrongs of the past. It’s a clean slate.

say i reckon (i love you, for a millisecond) by @redamancering

Words: 30,205 | Complete

There’s a hand on his shoulder, barely making contact. A red gauntlet glows around the wrist. Sonic blinks, the pain having evaporated so fast he feels almost weightless. “Shadow?” Shadow’s breathing heavily. “Problem.” The retrieval of the ancient tech Shadow (and Sonic, in tow) has been sent to uncover takes a turn for the worst. In this case, the “worst” means… becoming physically and inextricably linked to each other. For the foreseeable future. OR: Metaphysical handcuffs, and general gay buffoonery.

Judge my sins, not my feelings by yellothebeeloved

Words: 228,479 | Complete | Note: Possible one-shots pending from the author for the series, I am here to support you author!! What ever you decide I'm here for it!

Maybe he's not meant to touch. It's the newest excuse he thought of in hopes that he could prolong the game a little more; a careful ruse to enjoy the bittersweet torture of seeing the days pass them by, while he pretends he doesn't seek azure blue whenever he's restless. At first, all he wanted to do was watch: but now the desire to touch, to have, to affect is at a point where he's not sure whether reaching for Sonic would truly be fruitless. He wonders that especially when Sonic's eyes light up upon seeing him. When he corners Shadow, when he invades his space and he touches and takes and then excuses it by calling it a fight. Shadow truly wonders then: if only he was brave enough to reach out, what would his grip find? Loose stars or a battle-worn body? Standing up, he glances at Sonic again, whose eyes have now met his own. There's something heavy in the eye contact, something Shadow doesn't dare name. Neither of them say anything, and yet Sonic's eyes move away from him again, like they did. Shadow warps away, hiding from the stars once more.

Child of Prophecy by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 139,321 | Completed

On the night the Mobius Castle was ransacked, the Queen received a prophecy. “One of three will not cry; send him down the river, for you can only save your kingdom if he does not grow up royal.”

Coming Home by nottheweirdest

Words: 55,740 | Completed

Shadow's life has been full of mistakes, some worse than others, but admitting his unrequited feelings to Sonic tops the list. He's spent the better part of a decade ruminating on his regret and hiding from feelings he couldn't bear to face. He never thought he'd see Sonic again, and he told himself that was for the best. Until now. At the bequest of his former rival, and in an attempt to finally get closure, Shadow has returned to Central City. The reason? Sonic the Hedgehog is marrying Amy Rose. And Shadow is invited.

[civetside]

on my hands and knees begging for more content of these two 

[shootingcookielover]

Okay okay okay but like, negaduck and darkwing both have giant egos and r super self-absorbed, right? Strange considering they're meant to be opposites, right?

Except no, bc theyre egos are coming from two vastly different places - Darkwing presents himself as the best, the greatest, because he doesn't believe it. Because his self-esteem is kinda shot. He has little to no integrity when it comes to his image and how he's perceived (shoutout to the episode "Let's Get Respectable"), though he does get over that a little bit after the episode ig

Negaduck, meanwhile, is the opposite of that, of course - his ego stems from his actual beliefs. He does think he's the best, worst villain the world's ever seen. He knows this, it's a core belief. He is, absolutely and unquestionably, public enemy nr 1. So when the public doesn't acknowledge this fact, it makes him upset - bc this isn't something to be disputed. It's just a fact.

I wasnt going anywhere with this btw i just rambled at my qpp for like, two hours straight abt darkwing duck yesterday and i wanted to write down smth from it somewhere lol

[burntblueberrywaffles]

Ok, so as I just created a Snowbaird prompt drop off, I'll be writing out some of the AUs ideas we came up with in the Snowbaird and Bread discord server! (If you'd like to join the server just send me a DMs and I'll provide an invite <3)

Starting off with:

the Hanahaki disease AU:

As per Canon, Coriolanus leaves the woods of 12 and makes his way back to the Capitol. But he starts coughing up flowers. Learning that the cause is Hanahaki disease, he sets out to find Lucy Gray, hoping to win her back and escape his impending doom - unfortunately for him, she isn’t so keen on forgiving him and trusting him again. Despite Coriolanus trying to hide it, she ends up learning of his condition, and is left feeling betrayed, thinking he only cares about saving himself, yet conflicted because the thought of him dying as in pain upsets her. As his condition deteriorates, he accepts his death- he sends Lucy Gray home, gives her enough money to support the Covey (possibly takes cares of the mayor problem as well); hoping this way she’ll at least have a good life after he’s gone - and it’s by being selfless that he finally wins her back. (Some elements can be changed but that is the outline we came up with!)

Find the prompt drop off here:

[fatuismooches]

*kicks door open*

Saw that Dottore post talking in a different language in the middle of class. It will NOT stop me for brain rotting.

God he'd say everything and anything he wants to tell you in the language that attracts you the most and he'd laugh affectionately when you glate at him with a red face. He'd be SO teasing about it, calling you pet names you don't know the meaning of but he says it so sweet and tender that it makes ur heart beat so fast,, you'd see him leaving notes to you with lines of what it seems to be a poem and you dont understand at all, and the segments do it to you as well like!!! CMON 😭😭

They refuse to help you study the language bc it's not a collective thing they do and they all use so many different languages it makes ur head spin

IM IN SHAMBLES MOOCHES... THAT ANON GOT ME ON A FRENZY OF IDEAS IM CRYING GFAHGHGDHGRSAAGGHHHH

But imagine making ur own language just to level with dottore???? After learning it and developing it n becoming fluent, you burned all ur notes and documents of your own language and u watch him and the segments fume when you talk to him in a language he has never heard of

(Now imagine talking to a fellow harbinger with the said language, teaching them to further egg on him 🤭🤭🤭)

HCHKCHDOEHFOSIW this is kaiser and it's time for me to EXPLODE 💥💥💥

AHHUDWDWD THIS IS SO SO CUTE. IM BRAINROTTING SOOO HARD BEFORE CLASS UGHHH I LOVE THESE IDEAS😭😭❤️ He would be SO relentless with teasing you, you would literally have to BEG him to return to speaking in your native language because he is a monster ugh 😒😤 You would have no idea what he's saying no matter how much you try and plead for him to tell you... you eventually hear certain words so many times you just associate them with a pet name that you still have no clue as to what it is. You HATE how much he has you wrapped around his finger and blushing but you also love it because who doesn't love when the Doctor is so outwardly affectionate to you 😔❤️ tHE POEMS BRO. THE POEMS. I think he's also very bad at written affection but since it's in another language he has creative freedom 😭 you'll never know the disgusting sappy things he'll write. The clones being in on it is the funniest part lmao you thought they would be on your side 😭😭💔

oh MY GOD THOUGH READER MAKING THEIR OWN LANGUAGE IS MY FAVORITEEE PART!!!! I love when reader tries to one-up Dottore, like, two can play at that game honey, i'm not your lover for no reason 🤭 LMAO i can just imagine reader grinding out their language verbally and written, day and night, just to spite Dottore and make him feel what you feel >:)

The look on their faces would be PRICELESS. Dottore would ask you to repeat what you said and you would, happily, and then walk away as if what you said is everyday language... they would be scrambling to figure out what is going onnnnn 😭 HELP YESSS Pantalone, Bina, and Childe are the best candidates 🤭 He would be so annoyed at seeing you communicate with these three so jollying... ehehe also teaching his child clone the language too, because the baby would never betray you either and would stick his tongue out at the bribing of other clones.

DEEP BREATHES KAI DONT EXPLODE- 😭

[fangsandsoftgrass]

Brambles : (Fennwedh fic :))

A follow-up piece I wrote forever ago that ties in with Bats :)))

A wolf's howl woke Fennorian from his sleep-like trance, and a thin sliver of moonlight peeking through the opening of his tent forced him to raise a hand against his eyes so they could properly adjust. He jumped when a shadow moved across the canvas and quietly called out into the night,

“Lyris?” he only whispered, not sure if the distorted shadow he saw pass was actually the half-giant or not, but he would have known if the Host or Icereach witches had found them again. At least, he liked to think he would. When he got no response, he stood from his cot and grabbed his staff on the way to the entrance of the small tent; stepping carefully over the scattered notes and alchemical tools left out from earlier that night.

Once he was close enough he pulled the flap back and peered into the night. Twin moons lit the sky above and standing draped in mist and moonlight was not Lyris, but an elf weaving wisps of blue and green into the ground beneath her feet; coaxing flowers as white as her hair from the frozen earth. They had moved around a lot since Solitude, but right now the land they stood on was cold and frosted, almost nothing but sharp grass and dry brush could grow here. Flowers, he thought, were the last thing expected.

The canvas dropped from his hand and it was all Fennorian could do to stand breathless and stare at the way the torchbugs danced around her- blinking between petals and drifting lazily around her outstretched fingers.

“Fenn?”

His name was enough to shake him from his trance, and he quickly became aware of the Bosmer smiling at him with wide eyes and a leaf-covered hand outstretched.

“I- My apologies, I um- I thought I saw something slip through the camp,” He ducked his head, shoving his staff behind the doorframe before she could see it “I was just investigating. I didn’t mean to interrupt.

His gut twisted when her smile faltered, and without thinking, he stepped forward and took her hand.

“Did I frighten you? I certainly didn’t mean to.” her voice was like warm honey, and with the way she looked at him Fenn swore he could almost taste it. He let out a shaky breath before smiling back. Never had he thought he’d be here, hand-in-hand stumbling after her like a lovesick hound. For all intents and purposes he sure felt like one.

Every night he'd lay awake and wonder what this feeling was and why he was left crippled from even the smallest smile. Was he ill? He found himself asking that question a lot. But he found the answer now in her eyes as she pulled him down to sit in the grass beside her, and the ‌foliage‌ around them seemed greener than before.

He simply smiled and let the thundering of his heart speak for him, afraid that any words he might think of would only ruin the moment.

“I couldn’t sleep again. I was hoping you’d still be up, too.” Cirwedh hummed as she looked down to their hands, where they rested against the soft grass and smiled.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while now. Just sit under the stars. No responsibilities, just us. But between the Host and everything else…” she trailed off, her smile faltering once more.

“Do we have to stop them?” her voice was a low whisper now, “What if we just stayed here? What if we just stayed like this? If just this once I don't have to save the world." This time, the look in her eyes as Fennorian sat enraptured was one of tired pleading. One he understood to his core.

“Cirwedh, I-”

He was cut off when she laid her head against his shoulder and squeezed his hand in hers.

“I know we can’t.” she finally admits.

Her voice is almost melancholy as she says it. So different from the wild spirit he knows, and he can't have that he thinks. Here, where only the myriad stars were watching, Fennorian turned and brought his hand to softly touch her cheek. If only they could see how his hungry eyes drank her in. Her leaf-point ears, her snowy lashes, and finally her lips. He smiled and stroked his thumb across the soft foliage blooming across her skin.

“You have no idea how often I've dreamt of moments like this. No idea of the.. effect you have on me.” he could hear himself speak the words, but he needed to know she could too.

“Cirwedh,” with all the carefulness in the world he brought himself closer, and closer, until she opened her eyes and met his gaze “I want to know -I need to know- if you feel the same.” he could feel a familiar tightness in his chest, and dropped his hand away as a wave of uncertainty washed over him.

Now it was her turn to hold him and pull him close. Around them all of Tamriel stood still, and he felt as if his heart would stop beating again when her lips met his. Her tongue caught on a fang and there was that honey, dripping down his throat and soaking his lungs until she was all he could breathe.

Fennorian felt the heat of her body against his, and allowed himself to be pulled in by her arms, melting into her embrace and praying to whatever gods would listen for this sanctuary in her touch to last forever.

But a dead man's prayers meant nothing to gods of the living, and he was ripped awake when the screaming began.

[tojiscrack]

Recommend us some good jjk things u already read 🎀

say please 😐

unfortunately, i don’t read jjk fics… like, at all. i have two main reasons why:

i write them, sure, but i have this intense fear of reading jjk/reader fics (hypocritical, i know, but idc 🌝) simply ‘cause of the fact that i have these characters a certain way in my mind: VERY CANONICALLY-CENTRED.

when reading, i’d enjoy that with only a TOUCH of fanon, seeing as it’s usually romantic, reader-insert, love interest fics, and we’ve only ever actually seen two couples in jjk, and not even in depth — miwa and mechamaru + toji and mamaguro — therefore we can’t exactly say for certain what other characters would be like in a relationship and stuff: what we picture and write here is fanon.

but i did try a couple times. it just wasn’t for me, ig.

secondly, literally every gojo/reader story ever (i say gojo specifically cuz i’m only interested in reading about him and no one else 😭) has smut in it.

unpopular take, but i dislike smut. very much.

so essentially, i’m useless in this department.

p.s. that’s not to say that you yourself can’t read other fics and enjoy them the way they are. that’s great for you, and lovely for the author, but my personal opinion is that i just can’t, and that’s alr. i’ll silently move on and write my own :)

[vilsoo]

yall i found my old wattpad covers from 2021 and omg my dark red aesthetic ??? 😭😭

[my-life-is-a-bad-sitcom]

quick sketch for spider butler! I really liked the basketball scene so I made some fanart. I love Peter and batfam crossovers, and this one is really good.

[youre-a-miracle-of-the-universe]

Me, reading fanfiction instead of continuing the show: thank you for the characters, but I'll take it from here

[aberooski]

Wait, did you write Sons of Our Stars? Omg I LOVE that story!

Sons of The Stars?? Omg YES I did! 😄

AAAA that story was my pride and joy for so long! One of my favorites I've ever done! And definitely the most ambitious lolol 😄😄😄😄😄

But omg thank you!! I'm glad you like it!! 🥰🥰🥰

I need to start writing Spiritshipping stuff again aaaaaaaa