#i'm not editing this because it's a blurb and it's late anyway

[ronearoundblindly]

Lexi's Monthly Edit

July 29th - August 31st, 2024

In case you missed them, here's a handy-dandy list of what I posted within the last month. This time we have 9 headcanon/ficlet (links only) and 8 fics (links with blurbs from each) below the cut. Enjoy!

ice cream headcanons

returning late headcanons

intimacy headcanon for Fools Rush In (mature) Steve Rogers x lab tech!reader

extra hotel bed headcanons

early autumn decorating headcanons

Pregnancy/Children headcanon for Sun, Salt, and Shield Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!reader

faking it in bed headcanons (mature)

favorite sex position headcanons (mature)

invisible!reader noticed by Steve

The Stoop for The Root of All Ransom Ransom Drysdale x rich!reader

"It's okay to be nervous, honey--" "I'm not nervous," he barks. "--because there's a lot going on right now. I get it--" "I was just thinking--" he rips the pinky ring off his hand and shows you the chunky gold emblem "--I'd have to get this little piece of shit resized, for f**k's sake, not that I wouldn't want to wear a g*ddamn wedding ring! What the f**k, woman?"

Jake's home! (mature) Jake Jensen x girlfriend!reader

The plastic shower curtain and its castors are yanked aside, and you squeal in delight, hopping over the lip of the tub—fully-clothed,—throwing your arms around his neck. One of his feet slips under the weight. “Hey, babe,” he says into your shoulder of still-dry cotton. You pull back and smile. At least, he’s fairly certain you’re smiling. You’re blurry, and he’s a bit blind without his glasses.

Let Me See You (mature) skinny!1940s!Steve Rogers x reader

"But he wasn't good to you," Steve soothes and wraps his hand around yours, "and he wasn't good for you." All you do is shrug and hide your face. Tears falls to the fabric below your eyes and seep through in dark patches. He scoots forward and lifts your chin with a gentle nudge. When your puffy red eyes meet his, he's struck by how lucky he feels to see you like this. It's odd to think someone who knew you more and for so much longer couldn't feel infinitely more attached and protective. You're so vulnerable, so open, so... "You're beautiful." Steve's tongue swipes over his dry lips. "You're so beautiful."

Safety Captain, Chapter One (no-powers AU) lifeguard!Steve Rogers x vacationer!reader

“Everyone’s okay,” he rushes, rubbing your back, warm and slick against your wet skin. “You don’t have to talk yet. Take it easy.” You still feel compelled to explain. “The—they were teasing him—“ you point to the chubbier kid in your group, the poor thing cowering by your lounge chair headquarters for the morning “—and I tried to stop them.” “I know, shhh, I saw. Just breathe slowly.” “Don’t like bullies,” you cough out anyway. The lifeguard at your side grins from ear to ear.

Interlude: A Special Visit for Hideout touch-starved!Nomad Steve Rogers x motel employee!reader

You’re teasing him, but it is fun to see the huge man kneeling at your bedside squirm. His blush is crimson in the candlelight. You poke his burly shoulder. “You were checkin’ me out…” “It’s not like that,” he whispers. “Anyway, make a wish, birthday girl.” Steve pushes the cupcake higher in your hold, encouraging you with a wry smile. Your breath is swift and precise, your desire so clear at the forefront of your mind that picking a wish—another wish, since he’s already here—takes no time at all.

Big Pharma, sex pollen (mature) Steve Rogers x doctor!reader

Bag tossed to the floor, you unbutton your pants and shimmy out of everything from shoes to panties, letting the longer tail of your dress shirt barely cover your modesty. Steve looks dumbfounded. It’s bad enough he has to run to you for a handy every few hours, but this? “Doc, no,” he breaths. “I understand the procedure,” you say calmly, echoing his harrowing consent from that first night he needed you. Steve’s brow furrows in strain. “We shouldn’t…” ‘We’ are way past ‘shouldn’t,’ buddy. “Can’t ask you to…“ but he also knows time’s a wasting.

To Tire Is Human Steve Rogers x reader

Steve eats his whole meal--entree and dessert--with his non-dominant hand just so he can hold yours. He had one of your days. He spent the drive home listing all the things he needed to do in his head, more energy for each tick, more time for sitting still, more of him to give... ...and then he got to enjoy a lovely dinner with you. You spent your energy on him, on you both. You spent energy specifically to spend time with him, and Steve could cry but he won't. He keeps smiling, making happy, pleased noises with each delicious bite.

For Show, reluctant marriage of convenience (mature) Ransom Drysdale x soulmate!reader

A pillow shifts. No, not a pillow; it’s your back, and when you shift again, Ran sees one of the plush throw blankets slink farther down your bare skin. It’s the largest swath of your body he’s ever seen. You lay with your arms folded, peering out the windows behind the couch, and you still haven’t fucking noticed him. He huffs before realizing he isn’t listening to the faint TV anymore, but when he ticks his head, he sees your TV isn’t on either. “”I think of nothing but you as I fall asleep at night”—” Ran hears a woman’s voice fake a deeper tone before switching to normal “—Javier says, pulling her soft curves into his hard body—”

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[dokidokitsuna]

Hey, have you watched the anime "senki zesshou symphogear"?

It's a very great magical girl anime and if you haven't watched it yet you definitely should! I think you would like it.

...This has got to be a trick. ^^; You already know, don't you?? I can't remember talking about anything remotely similar to Symphogear lately...I mean, unless you just really like the anime and want to recommend it to everyone, in which case 🆗

Anyway, short answer: Yes, I have. ^^

Long answer: I used to be a Symphogear SUPERFAN. I watched all 5 seasons of the anime and the OVAs, I read the S1 companion manga (and did some panel recolors~); I archived the whole S1 soundtrack, I memorized all the girls' activation songs, and I was an active contributor and later a translator on the FANDOM wiki. If the new people haven't completely rewritten everything, you can probably still find a few of my articles there. I focused mainly on episode summaries and the introductory blurbs for the XD Unlimited mobile game events. I'm pretty sure my song translations have all been edited out, unfortunately...=_=

Anyway, I also used to review the series as it aired on my DeviantArt account. ^^ It was a big part of my life for a while there, and I still keep tabs on it occasionally...nothing's really been happening lately, though. Even the mobile game is shut down at this point...I really hope all their recent attempts to keep the hype alive are actually leading up to something, because if not...I mean, either do something new with the series or just let it die gracefully, y'know?

Like, instead of getting normal promotional things-- merch drops, pop-up cafes, sponsorship collabs-- we're getting DJ shows and chiptune remixes (that weren't even that good...) with pretend videogame visuals...it's making me suspicious. If we're gonna do this, the 'cinematic production' they're talking about better be good. I don't want 90 minutes of 'grown-up Hibiki with long hair reminisces about her earlier missions (so we can fill the runtime with flashbacks)'...because if they do that and it flops, they're not gonna recoup the money they're spending on these...things, and then the series really WILL die. Sadly and un-gracefully...

...It probably shows that I have a complex relationship with the franchise. ^^; I have seen Symphogear at its best and its worst; I have loved it at times and I have hated it at times. I agree that it's a high-quality anime...unfortunately, I think a large part of the reason that I kinda fell off it is because its final few episodes were some of the most disappointing. I loved Season 5, but they really didn't have any creative ideas for the actual end of the series and by golly it showed. ^^;;; Left a bad taste in my mouth that remains to this day.

Because of that, if I ever do talk about it again-- maybe after that 'cinematic production' finally releases-- it's gonna be with a critical lens. Symphogear deserves its flowers for its consistently beautiful animation, A+ character design and action-packed story...but it also has a lot of problems that I've never seen anyone mention. Like its bad habit of "redeeming" villains with deathbed gestures...or its occasionally sloppy handling of trauma (*cough* tomato metaphor *cough*) that honestly got progressively sloppier over the course of the series. How do you start with Tsubasa's and Chris's incredible character arcs and end with Maria thanking her mother for abusing her...? o_O

Also, and this is a big one: there's a lot of fanservice, some of it honestly NSFW, and a some of it actively detrimental to the story. I don't mind bath scenes and pool scenes during the casual moments of the story, but I do mind gratuitous boob jiggles during the hyper-serious final boss fight. T_T Pick a tone, please. To Symphogear's credit, it handles its fanservice with a rare level of maturity-- now that I think about it, there's a lot of nudity in the series too, but they tend to do it so tastefully I never thought to point it out. But that means when it DOES start doing more immature stuff I can't really forgive it...like, come on; you're better than this.

^I say all of that because if any of you read this ask and want to check out the anime that changed my brain chemistry, you deserve to know beforehand. I really hate how when people talk about anime they only ever say "its good, it's really good!" without addressing anything that happens in it that might be uncomfortable or triggering (Symphogear is included there, just FYI: most of the abuse the characters have suffered is offscreen (like Chris being sex trafficked as a child) but it does get brought up, and you will see a bit of it occasionally). It's gotten to the point where I simply don't trust people when they recommend anime anymore; even if it's something as simple as having really excessive fanservice (for example: Mai-Hime. Great premise, fun characters, interesting story. Not watching it again, tho) I know they're not going to mention it. They never do.

As anime slowly becomes more mainstream, though, I'm hoping that culture is going to change. Action anime in particular routinely handles heavy, sensitive topics with graphic visuals, and not wanting to be surprised by that doesn't make you a 'tourist' or whatever they're calling people these days. Content warnings harm no one; they only help.

[ovaryacted]

hi nic!! any advice on how to start writing on tumblr? i have so many ideas for Leon fics (like, i swear, my head is about to explode) but this place terrifies me sm, i just want to write cheesy stuff about that man and give him a break

Heyyy anon! I know you sent this a couple of days ago but I hope my answers will be able to give you a guide. I also may not be so proficient on this since 1 - I started taking writing seriously in late August of last year and 2 - I'm sort of an inconsistent writer when it comes to fanfics lol. But regardless, I'll give you some tips that helped me along the way. This also may be a tad long so I apologize but I will try to make this cohesive lmao.

1 - For one, write what you want, not because it's popular but because you want to write it. In the beginning, I was always somewhat anxious about how other people would interpret my writing especially when it came to my understanding and experience of kinks, and as a result, I burnt myself out and stopped writing for a while. I also grew detached from the very thing that I enjoyed (Leon), and it made being a part of the community less fun even if it's crazy. Write what you want because you want to, not because it's popular or trendy but because it will make you happy. Don't do shit for clout or popularity either, especially if you're not interested in writing smut, because believe me you will start hating your comfort character and you don't want that to happen. The right people who like your content will find you and stick around, believe me. It's easier said than done to not get discouraged, but it's not impossible. KEEP GOING!

2 - Develop a style or aesthetic. You don't necessarily have to do this part, it's more of a personal preference thing, but I think finding a specific way to organize moodboards, pictures, or fonts will make your work stand out. It took me a while to figure out how I like setting up my posts in the certain way that I do, but it pays off because it feels more like I have ownership over my own work. Plus, it's fun making your posts cute, all the more reason to do it.

3 - Write things in the way you can best describe it. What I mean by this is don't feel discouraged that you don't use big extravagant words and metaphors in your writing. Sometimes, people will use very descriptive language that authors use and it can be hard to consume for people who want to come online and destress, now they have to figure out what words mean. (No hate to authors who do that either, very appreciative of them actually and they're very inspiring). All I'm saying is that you don't need to write like you're writing a thesis from Oxford, write how it comes to your head, and edit it after, no pressure. Writing is supposed to be fun, not stressful, so don't stress yourself out more by using words you don't need. Writing is a skill, which people often forget. So the more you do it, the more it will come naturally to you and you will develop your "writing style" on your own. What you should take away from this, is to just write what's on your mind anyway.

4 - When writing, have a plan. You don't always need an outline, and some people can write full pieces on the fly or just blurbs of small ideas that come to mind, but some brainstorming really helps. Usually, once you actually sit with an idea and plan it out a bit longer, you can find out other things you want to add to the piece you're putting out. It also just makes things more concrete, but then again, everyone has different ways to write. There's nothing wrong with testing out a few ways before doing it in the best way you understand.

5 - Follow creative writing pages for inspiration on prompts or writing tips. There is nothing wrong with seeking out material for inspiration or at least a start, or even following other writers and getting inspired to do your own twist or take on something they wrote (with credits obviously). There are so many pages out there that are meant to give creators a guide on how to strengthen their writing and ideas they can use for themselves. People don't own tropes or ideas, the world is your oyster, don't be scared to choose one thing and get that extra push you need to create what you want.

6 - Last thing I'll say is don't be scared to interact with other people. Tumblr is literally meant for interactions, without that we have nothing. I know this site is scary sometimes, but there are people on here who are in the same position as you right now, wanting to get started but don't know how. Sometimes, you just have to start and worry about all the other "professional" shit afterward. There is no right way to manage a blog, you do what you want to do on your space. Be weird! Be crazy! Be different! As long as you're having fun, that's all that should matter.

7 - And another thing, don't be afraid to use the tags. That's what they're there for, use them. You're not spamming the tags or being annoying, use them to give your posts visibility and keep it pushing.

Also big note: don't worry about other people, block who you need to block, and stay out of the drama. Believe me, it will make your time on here much easier to digest and less scary. The discourse is never worth it, because you don't know these people, and they don't know you. It's the internet, shape your own experience and what you want to do on here.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

THE AUSTIN BLURB WAS SO CUTE I LOVED IT SO MUCH 🫶🫶🫶🫶

It was so sweet and he was so sweet in it 🥺🥺 the vibes were so chill and reminded me so much of perfect by one direction because they rllly are perfect for each other 😭😭😭 also thinking about ppl catching on to the matching fits and making tiktok edits of them with style by ms swift adfgshsh

-> swiftie anon

I actually got the idea from a tik tok of a couple where the dude was sad he didn't have the right shade of brown hat to match his girls shirt. 🤣🤣 (I will link it if I ever find it again). I saw that shit and I was like "that is Auston Matthews and I need to let the people know." 🤣🤣 I miss one direction. sigh. I love the idea of people catching on and making edits. 🤣🤣🤣

I myself am such a big sneaker head I turned my ex into one when we were dating. 🤪 Like give me one week with the Hughes brothers they will wear more than air force ones.

Oh my gosh my dear swiftie anon I have been listening to that playlist lowkey off and on since you sent me your last ask. Chef kiss. I was listening to it as I was finally working a little bit on the next chapter of "friends to lovers." Who knows when it will be done. I feel like lately when I sit down to write I get two paragraphs in and I'm like "yeah I could use a nap." Anyway, any playlists you are willing to send me would be greatly appreciated.

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

Cleaning Day

Damian x reader x Jon

poly college series blurb 3

(A/N): I know these don't get as much love as my other things, but I love them so much and they make me happy, so I'm going to share them anyways. I don't want to jinx myself but I've been slowly getting back into the batfam swing of things so I'm hoping to write some more headcanons and finish the ones I left half done so there might hopefully be more regular uploading in the future.

Also, I actually did do an entire floorplan of the apartment if anyone wants me to share that :)

Edit: it’s posted here, thank you for asking!

warnings: none?

wc: ~2100

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It’s 10:30am by the time all of you are up. Damian has been up for hours already; he’s exercised, run through katas, taken a quick shower, and made himself a cup of coffee and some toast before either of you even stirred. At 09:15, you snuck out of bed, untangling yourself from Jon’s arms and exiting the bedroom, hair messy from sleep. His Met U sweatshirt was strewn haphazardly across the dresser, and you nabbed it on your way out into the kitchen.

Damian is already in the living room when you get there, typing on his laptop. The open document is on you recognize as his newest case file. You grabbed a small mug, branded with the logo of your hero persona, and poured yourself a small cup of the still-warm coffee even though you weren’t too big a fan. If you didn’t finish it, one of them probably would.

Jon exits your shared bedroom just over an hour later. His hair is a disaster, and you think the hoodie he’s wearing is one of your favorite oversized ones, though you can’t be sure because it fits him pretty well. Damian’s at the stove, now, the smell of eggs and bacon wafting through the air. You’re seated at a stool around the kitchen island, sipping at your cup of orange juice and complaining about the homework assignment you have to do by the next Tuesday, even though you have all weekend to complete it. By the time Jon’s grabbed his cup of coffee and sat down beside you, Damian’s already plated breakfast for the three of you. Jon’s is the largest, then Damian’s (though he has no bacon on his plate), then yours. You sneak an extra piece of bacon off of Jon’s plate when he’s not looking. He doesn’t notice, and instead dozes off at the counter, head slipping off of the arm that was propping it up. His forehead hits the edge with a loud clunk, and he immediately shoots up, alert. You don’t even attempt to hold in your laughter, and even Damian’s smiling as he leans over the counter to make sure Jon didn’t crack the granite.

“You alright there Jon?” You ask, a grin still pulling at the corners of your mouth. The Kryptonian yawns again, though he seems more alert after the adrenaline boost.

Damian comes around to sit on the stool on your other side, his plate of eggs in front of him.

“Usually, one should be awake when they get out of bed, especially when they might otherwise cause property damage.” You snort at the comment, and Jon sticks his tongue out at Damian before chugging his own glass of orange juice.

“It’s not my fault that I was up late; it’s a new month, and new bugs and fish come out on animal crossing every month.”

“And the fact that we told you to go to bed because we have a lengthy list of things to do today?” Damian says, still eating his breakfast, plate now almost half empty.

“Obviously did not register.” You finish, smiling as you chew on a piece of bacon. Jon sticks his tongue out at you, too.

“Speaking of, why are we doing this all today?”

“Because we’ve been putting it off for weeks and we need to clean the apartment before we can start seeing the layers of dust on top of the TV.” You remind him, sneaking another piece of bacon. Jon sees you this time, his eyes widening before he reaches out to break off the end of the piece you had in your mouth and shoving it in his. You snort out a laugh.

Damian has his phone out, scrolling through his text messages. “And if we don’t clean before Pennyworth comes to visit on Monday, we will all get a lecture, and I am not keen on receiving a lecture for not doing something we are perfectly capable of.” Jon shrugs, moving his plate farther towards the edge of the counter and away from you. You giggle as you watch him, as if that would stop you from taking more if you tried.

“Fair enough.”

An hour later, you’re doing the dishes and emptying the dishwasher while Damian remakes both beds. Jon’s been delegated to dusting all the high corners, crevices, and tops of shelves. Between his height of 6’1 and his habit of floating, he can reach places even Damian (at his height of 6ft [and still growing!, he insists every time someone brings up the height difference]) can’t. As you’re drying the breakfast dishes you just washed, you watch Jon dust the living room, the curtains shut tight as he precedes to find a spot and sit cross-legged in the air to dust it, then find another spot and repeat. It makes you smile to watch.

Your shared apartment is a pretty good size, helped along with Wayne money and property ownership. The living room is pretty average sized, with an armchair, a large couch, and a loveseat horseshoed around a coffee table. A large TV sits on an entertainment center against the farthest wall. The kitchen you’re standing in is beautiful, with counters of gray and white granite. You've got a stove, oven, refrigerator, and even a dishwasher. You're quite find of the dishwasher, even if saying so makes you feel more your parents' age than your own. The cabinets are gray and spacious, and it’s not uncommon for you to not be able to reach things on the top shelves. Many times, the boys have teased you for it, but when you make a move to climb up on the counters and grab it yourself rather than ask them, they’ll shut up and just get it for you. There’s a large sink that you’re standing beside, and a smaller one on the kitchen island, which also holds counter space, and on the other side, a breakfast bar. It’s the most common place for the three of you to eat, especially considering your table is located kind of awkwardly in between the kitchen and living room. And there's almost always some variety of equipment and other random items scattered across it.

Jon’s dusting the coffee table as you walk by him into the main bedroom, peeking your head into the guest bedroom on your way in. Damian is remaking the bed in it, and his classical music is loud enough in the room to block out the radio station Jon has on in the living room.

The room itself is not one you expected to spend as much time in as you do. In theory, it was supposed to be both a guest room and a decoy for people who don’t know (and who you don’t want to know) about your relationship, and maybe a storage space for clothes you can’t fit in the one closet in the master bedroom. Most of the fancy clothes you collectively are hanging in the closet there. It’s mainly Damian’s; you and Jon don’t own that many outfits that are most appropriate to wear at a gala. Anything out of season lives in that closet, too.

To most people outside of your trusted circles, the master bedroom is Jon and Damian’s and the smaller one’s yours. In truth, it’s used most often by you in online class, Damian for WE board meetings (because it does contain a very nice desk with a bookshelf holding his favorite classic novels in front of a blank wall behind it), and as a makeshift medbay. Damian did use it once to quarantine after exposure to the virus. There’s also a locked dresser that contains most of your collective superhero equipment, again mostly you and Damian’s. Your extra uniforms are hanging in a back section of the closet in the master bedroom.

You take a minute to look into the training room, too. It’s simple, with only a treadmill, weights, a punching bag, and throwing targets for you and Damian, which means it’s relatively neat most of the time. A training mat is always on the floor, but the three of you wipe that down every time you use it, so you’re not worried. The room also holds your primary weapons storage, different from the equipment (such as grappling hooks, antidotes, and other gadgets) that is stored in the guest room. It’s unlikely anyone but the three of you or another hero will ever need to enter the training room, so everything from batarangs to throwing knives to the spare katanas—except for the ones on the wall in the main bedroom. They may pass for art but are very real—is stored there. The vigilante stuff is split so that in the event someone gets nosy and succeeds, they won't find all the pieces at once.

When you do enter the bedroom, you’re expecting to see a pile of sheets on the floor next to the laundry basket, but you can’t find one. The bed is made nicely with dark red sheets and a comforter (you never use white, ever; it’s too easily and obviously stained), and there are two dark colored weighted blankets and a fluffy superman one folded at the end of the bed. You duck out; if the sheets aren't here, they might be in the laundry room.

The laundry room is not a room at all. It is, in truth, a glorified closet. There's a dryer stacked on top of the washing machine and a small space in front to store your detergents. The laundry facilities had to be somewhere; there's no way you're all just washing your suits in the apartment laundromat. You throw the finished load of laundry into the dryer and then the dirty sheets into the washing machine and toss in a couple detergent pods, but leave the door open for Damian to add the second set.

Next, you grab the shower cleaner and head to the bathrooms.

At this point, Jon has moved on to vacuuming, and he gives you a quick kiss as you cross paths, him into the master bedroom, and you into the smaller guest bathroom. It’s well lit and pretty average. One of Damian’s paintings of the forest behind Wayne manor hangs on the wall, a contrast to the off white of the top of the wall, the bottom half and the floor covered in washable tile. You spray the bathtub/shower combo down and take a quick look at the sink, which hasn’t been cleaned yet. The vanity is bare with just a hand soap on the counter, but you know there are spare toothbrushes and toothpaste in mirror cabinets and a huge first aid kit under the sink.

You walk over to the master bathroom, located inside the main bedroom. It has a bathtub and separate shower, along with a two sink vanity and a toilet behind a sliding door. Damian is currently wiping down the sink, the various hygiene products and hair gels sitting instead on the floor. You walk over and hug him from the side.

“How’s it going?”

He stops what he’s doing and turns around in your grasp so he can hug you, hands bent out so he’s not touching you with any of the chemical cleaners he may have on his hands. “I think we’re making progress. Do you want to order Chinese for dinner later? I’m not sure we have enough food in the fridge to make anything.”

“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll ask Jon, though we both know what he's going to say.” Damian grins at you and you grin back as you leave, walking backwards until you get to the doorway.

You sneak up on Jon in the living room, startling him into jumping three feet into the air and hovering there.

“Jeez! You think I'd be used to that. But nope I think I'm just letting my guard down and bam creepy bat person right behind me.” he says, slowly coming back down to the ground. “What’s up?” You laugh.

“I think it's a vigilante prerogative to scare everyone we know, dear." You tease, eyes sparkling. "But actually Dami and I were wondering if you were okay with Chinese for dinner later?” Jon’s eyes widen.

“He finally agreed?”

“He suggested it. I think we have to go grocery shopping.”

“Whatever, I’ll take it. Yes I am so ready for Chinese later.”

You smile, then kiss him on the cheek. “Let Dami know. Love you,” you say, heading out the door and back to work.

“Love you too, babe!” he yells back, over the sound of the vacuum rumbling over the bedroom’s wood floors.

You smile. It’s the little moments that make you realize how grateful you are for the life you have, and the people in it.

[someobscurereference]

I just read one of your old fics, Where We Began, and honestly I'm so in love with it? If you don't plan on writing more do you have any other abstract ideas about it? Like about how the Nohrians would try to calm them down or which of the trio decided to trust them first or just anything like that? I just really like it a lot and it's entirely fair if you don't have any other thoughts about it, it's an awesome concept but you wrote it years ago, I just thought I'd give it a shot

(referring to this fic) Firstly, I'm so glad you enjoy one of my older works! I write a lot of FE, but I enjoy my early stuff as much as my more recent stuff, so I'm glad you enjoy it too!

Secondly, I don't plan on adding more to the fic itself like as a sequel or anything, but I always welcome questions about any fic I write!

Re: The Nohrians calming the kids down

The Trio definitely get rounded up after Severa gets caught in the barn, lol. The only hope they had was running away, and Camilla caught Severa. Owain & Inigo aren't going to just leave her behind, and Niles is probably hot on their tail. So there goes that escape attempt. They'd probably get herded back to the castle pretty soon after, but that just means they're (very clumsily) trying to whisper escape plans to each other once get they stuck in a (windowless) room. So the kids are probably panicking less outwardly at that point but still Freaked. Even if this is post-war, it's a big, dark castle full with Bad Vibes. Why wouldn't they still think this is Plegia?

Re: Gaining trust

This is harder because you have to convince a bunch of 12 year olds whose last memories are of the apocalypse and who have been taught anything that resembles Plegia is probably on the side of Grima that hey, you're in another universe, you don't remember coming here, you're actually adults, we didn't know your real names before a second ago and the aesthetic is Ominously Dark Here but we promise it's cool, we're tight. Like, even for a kid, that's not going to fly

Ultimately, this would come down to how much the Trio have revealed about themselves to their lords, I think. Because you need at least one (better if at least 2) of the lords to say, "Hey, your mom's name is _____ and you told me about this secret memory from the time you were _____ and ____ happened, which I never could have found out unless you told me yourself."

It would not require all the lords/retainers to do this because if Inigo or Owain were both like "Hm, that is true, the only way you'd know that is if I trusted you enough to tell you myself," that would sway Severa not to freak out entirely, I think. (And vice versa; if Severa & Owain both were convinced Leo/Niles & Camilla knew them, that would convince Inigo even if Xander didn't have anything to offer just then, etc.)

However, they're not all the same levels of trusting. Inigo would be the easiest to sway, Owain would be medium distrustful even if Leo/Niles offered good evidence bc Imagination Running Wild (although that also means he's the easiest to convince they hopped dimensions/time traveled too), and Severa would be hardest to convince about anything in general, even if she didn't have any other way of explaining how Camilla or Beruka knew X about her otherwise. Severa is jaded at age 12.

Inigo probably compliments Camilla & Elise even more so than in canon but he gets Visibly Flustered every time they talk back to him because Tween Vibes. (I elaborate a bit more on this down below).

I think Severa would actually butt heads with Camilla because Camilla is so doting and motherly (and a flyer!), and Severa at this age has a lot of Angst and Mommy issues that she has yet to work through. Also, it's up in the air how soon aver Cordelia's death this would be for her. So this would be a tough dynamic for both of them to adjust to, and Severa would probably avoid Camilla until/unless something changed.

I can't remember if this was an ask in regards to this fic or something else, but I remember a long, long time ago having the thought that a de-aged Odin/Owain would actually be more drawn to Xander and Camilla rather than Leo, simply because of the fact Xander has such a cool sword and Owain canonically admires Camilla's armor. Leo is a dark mage, which is also cool, but not quite as Immediately Cool to a 12 year old who Loves Swords and doesn't yet use magic. I think this would actually make Leo jealous and exacerbate his inferiority complex, lol. (*Niles voice: Green isn't a good color on you, milord*) But all it would take is Owain seeing Brynhilder and hearing about it for him to Flip Out over that too, so I think the problem would solve itself then, lol

As a side note, here is a short blurb I wrote years ago in a scenario where Leo is there when Odin de-ages instead of Niles. Also, here is another ask about young Inigo's behavior with the royals. In summary for that, I think he'd actually be a bit shyer than he is in Awakening (when he's late teen age, I hc) because at 12-ish he's reached the "always smile, no matter what" stage of his facade but not the 100% "fake it 'til you make it" approach, so he's still really nervous around anyone and everyone. (Espcially royalty. Especially Extremely Tall, Very Handsome/Beautiful Royalty. For reference, Lucina may not intimidate him at this age because they've known each other since forever and That's Different, but I think people like Chrom (assuming this isn't Chrom! Inigo) and Emmeryn (were she alive) would get him flustered still. But maybe not Lissa because she may be more Owain's Mom to him than princess just because of the way she acts (though he may avoid her out of fear of getting a frog in his shoe or something) (But he'd still be flustered if she complimented him bc Nervous!!) Anyway!! That's too long! Inigo at this age, even after he's calmed down and knows what's up, would be shyer than his canon self, I think. He's still growing up

EDIT: also an additional old ask found here about this fic. However, I mention the kids being 13/14 in that ask rather than like 11/12 like I mentioned here. I don’t have any concrete ages written for them in the fic, so just assume they’re whatever age that seems best (and their ages probably vary anyway). However, if they’re on the younger side I think the Trio are still absolutely Okay with fighting (even though they wish they don’t have to, they fear the Faceless too much to be comfortable when one comes close bc Risen Vibes), BUT the age difference between 11 & 14 does mean its even harder for them to fight than it might be as slightly older teens (although they still do probably have pretty good teamwork, despite not getting along) and without rescue there’s a good chance they’d still lose

[elletromil]

Elle, I'm having kind of a bad day. Could you write some Hartwin domestic fluff? Even if it's just a little blurb? Thank you!

Oh no *hugs*

It’s kind of late for me, but I hope my attempt to write flash fluff is successful and will cheer you up! There’s probably a bunch of errors in it too, but I’ll edit in the morning :)

Leveling up

It’s one of the very few day off that they’ve had at the same time in months and yet, even if their morning started with some lazy morning sex and a shared breakfast, they’ve barely seen each other all day.

They just have very different ideas of how they spend an off day at home, ideas that are completely irreconcilable. It might have frustrated them, but the thing is, they made a point to go on dates regularly and sneaked as many cuddles or snogging sessions as they could in their weeks, in-between meetings and missions. Neither feel like they’re being neglected.

And to be honest, Harry rather likes hearing Eggsy cursing at his video games in another room as he’s giving their house a little spring cleaning. Not that it really needs one, Eggsy does a very good job keeping it tidy during the week despite their busy schedule, but it’s a habit Harry’s had since uni. A day off means cleaning everything since it’s usually the only time he could managed it. Over the years, he’s found out that it also helped to clear his mind and with the kind of profession he’s in, that’s certainly not something bad.

Eggsy had of course offered to help, but he’s been raving on about his new game for weeks already. Harry would feel bad to keep him from a whole day spent gaming. He might not have any affinity for it himself, but it must be similar to how he feels whenever he managed to get two days off and he would just read all day, living off of scones and tea turned cold.

Not that he’s allowed Eggsy’s tea to turn cold today. It’s a very small thing, but to Harry, it means the world that Eggsy would let him spoil him in this way. That every time he came he stepped into the room with a fresh cuppa, Eggsy would pause his game and smile at him, that he would stop him before he could go back to his cleaning so he could thank him properly with a kiss.

He’s folding the last of the laundry, sighing with contentment at being over all of his self-appointed chores of the day. Not only that, but there’s still about an hour left before he’s got to prepare dinner, two if he lets Eggsy convince him to order in tonight instead.

He’s not sure what to do with all that free time.

Before knowing Eggsy, before his house become their home, he would have probably find something else to clean, but now the sound of his lover’s laughter is luring him back to the room.

He leans on the door frame for a moment, just looking at the play of emotions on Eggsy’s face and finding himself curious as to what has him so engrossed. Not enough to play himself, but he’s heard that some people actually like watching other people play…

Wordlessly, he sits besides Eggsy, not surprised when his lover all but melts against him, but still entirely focused on the screen.

“All done cleaning?”

“All done. And with time to spare before I have to start on dinner.”

“We could always order in,” he looks away from his game for a moment just so he can pout pleadingly at Harry, but clearly his head is not into it because the attempt is pitiful. Not that Harry will tell him that. He just needed an excuse after all.

“We could, yes.” He presses his lips against Eggsy’s in a series of chaste kisses until the fake pout turns into a real smile and then rub their nose together. Like always, it makes Eggsy laughs and his eyes crinkle with happiness. Until he rolls them in exasperation when Harry smiles smugly at being the source of Eggsy’s amusement.

“Ridiculous man,” he huffs gently before going back to his game, but he doesn’t protest when Harry wraps an arm around his shoulder and drags him closer still. “You staying? You haven’t missed much story wise, I’ve just been leveling up. I can catch you up quick while I go to the next quest.”

The words don’t mean much to him, but he finds himself nodding anyway, loving the way Eggsy talks with such passion of his characters’ story. It won’t be enough to make him pick up a controller, but as the late afternoon turns into evening, then turn into night, he finds himself getting strangely invested in them too and cursing the villains right alongside Eggsy.