#junior royal drabble

[imagine-darksiders]

Bowser x Reader drabble.

Set in the same universe as The Lovelorn King.

A few mentions of blood and injury. Self-image issues. Bowser is touch-starved. Reader has been Bowser's prisoner for a while. You show Bowser the barest thread of compassion and he becomes even more attached to you. Whoops.

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“What in the world happened to you?”

All the self-discipline in the world couldn’t have kept Bowser from nearly leaping right out of his scales at the sound of an unexpected voice breaching the hushed, placid peace of his castle’s library.

Overwrought muscles bunch and flex as the King heaves his sizeable bulk around and away from the doors he’d just skulked through, crimson eyes flashing open wide and darting to each shadowy corner in search of the voice’s owner.

This is the second time tonight that he’s been caught off guard.

He knows who this voice belongs to, of course. In fact, he knows it quite well. It’s been floating dreamily through his mind like a pleasant nepenthe for some time now. He just… hadn’t expected that you’d still be awake at this repugnant hour, let alone in the one room he thought he could sneak through without being spotted by anyone on the way to his royal chambers.

And yet here you are.

His wild-eyed gaze finds you easily, poised in the seat of an enormous armchair by the freshly-lit hearth with an open book resting daintily in your lap.

The moment he spots you, Bowser takes a clumsy step sideways, knocking his tail into a stack of books and sending them toppling to the floor in a flutter of dust and dog-eared pages. Righting himself, he barely remembers to whip a meaty hand up and slap it across the top of his head, tilting the palm so that his left horn is obscured from view.

“P-Princess!?” he blurts out, immediately wincing as his booming voice reverberates off the high, stone ceilings and echoes out through the library, loud enough to wake a Dry Bones.

Perhaps it says much that you only shut your eyes for a second as if pained by the volume before opening them again and blinking up at the King with an air of mild intrigue.

The embers crackling inside the hearth cast their orange warmth out into the nook, illuminating much of the nearby shelves that have been stacked to the rafters with some of Kamek’s spell books, Junior’s comics and an absolute avalanche of Bowser’s cherished romance novels.

Flickering flames chase shadows across your impassive features as you stare up at him, a lone eyebrow cocked like a weapon about to fire. “Bowser,” you greet him coolly in return, throwing a glance up at his conspicuous hand.

His stomach promptly drops, yet even still, even still, the King’s almighty heart soars on a swell of elation at the simple and unassuming fact that you’ve spoken to him....

He just wishes you hadn’t chosen this exact moment to break your vow of silence that you've been valiantly upholding for the better part of a week.

You’re not supposed to be here! Well, you are supposed to be here, in his Fortress – In fact, he’s taken a great many measures to ensure you have to stay here – but he certainly didn’t expect to find you in his library in the dead of night when you should be sound asleep in the chambers he gifted you. You definitely shouldn’t be awake and, worse still, looking at him.

Mind in a swirl, Bowser wonders if you’d already spotted what he’s hiding beneath his palm.

If he’d have just managed to avoid you until morning, he’d have found something inconspicuous to hide it… One of his top hats, perhaps. Or maybe he’d have combed his mane over in such a way as to hide the unsightly laceration that lances from a place beneath his hairline to the base of his horn, where it turns from an angry, red gouge to a dark, jagged crack, marring the inner curve of his once pristine and gleaming headgear.

He’d even polished them arduously earlier today, conscious to keep up his immaculate appearance whilst such a refined and comely lady stays in his Fortress.

Of course, he hadn’t at all expected that a rogue Treevil would be the one to catch him by surprise. A Treevil. That shuffling, twig-tossing lump of wood had the gall to launch an attack on Bowser when he was bending to wrench a fistful of flowers out of the soil, intent on presenting them to you as a gift in the morning.

The ‘twig’ it used as a club wasn’t so much a tiny piece of wood as it was a very unreasonably-sized log. It caught him squarely on the front of his skull, its hard, brittle edge landing a solid ‘thwack’ to his horn before he could even gather his wits to see what had hit him.

Of course, the Treevil now stands as little more than a smoking pile of charcoal in the centre of Dimble Wood, but it had left a blow in its own right, landed one straight down on the King’s pride as well as his body.

He’d hoped he could stay wholly undetected whilst he made his way back to his royal quarters, certain that a genius strategist like him could come up with some plan to conceal the embarrassing injury from all of his subjects, his guards, and yourself and Junior, first and foremost.

Well. So much for that plan.

“What- Uhh,” he flounders, desperate to direct your attention elsewhere, for a change, “What’re you still doin’ up?” It’s a legitimate concern. You should be in your bed where he left you, where it’s safe, and he knows where to find you. You must be exhausted to be up at this hour.

Unbeknownst to him, your mind is far more awake than he gives it credit for.

“I couldn’t sleep.” The half-lie falls so expertly off your tongue, the smitten King doesn’t have a chance of catching it.

You couldn’t sleep because you were busy making yet another escape attempt, using your time wisely by mapping out the fortress in the twilight hours when the koopa guards are at their drowsiest.

All for naught. Tonight, at least.

Ever since Bowser had ‘so graciously allowed’ you more freedom to roam around his domicile, there have been double the number of guards posted around every corner and in every doorway. This library in the West wing seems to be the only place they haven’t bothered to watch so heavily, perhaps because there are no windows or doors here that might lead to a potential exit.

After it became clear you wouldn’t be finding an escape route tonight, you sought a reprieve instead, bundling yourself away amongst the crowded bookshelves and dusty tomes to find some peace from the sleepy but vigilant guards.

Sod’s law then, that Bowser should turn up.

The King, for his part, has no idea what’s going through your mind nor that he’s done anything particularly wrong. Most of his attention has now shifted to the warm, creeping trickle of liquid he can feel break away from his scalp and ooze gently down past his eye, then on towards the curve of his cheek.

The soft thump of a book being closed wrenches him back into the moment.

Owlishly, he blinks down at you from the other side of the nook, private in his hopes that the firelight hasn’t yet reached him well enough to expose his secret.

You can’t see him like this; Marred. Flawed. He dreads to imagine what you’ll think if you spot his broken horn. You’ll probably think him weak. Unfit to take care of you.

So, when you rise gracefully to your slippered feet and lay the book down on the arm of your chair, he very nearly bolts for the other side of the library. But then the silken nightgown you’d conceded to wear after much, much protest on your part is pooling towards the ground and swishing around your ankles, each fold catching in the fire’s glow like the ripples of a curtain in the morning sun, and suddenly Bowser can’t think of escaping so much as he has to concentrate on not staring.

A padded footstep in his direction has him taking one long stride of his own in retreat, maintaining the distance you’d just tried to erase. Perhaps you recognise how… unusual it is for the King to be widening the gap because in the next second, you come to a temporary standstill, blinking up at the Koopa in surprise.

“Bowser,” you say, quiet but stern, gradually stitching your brows together into a hard line and taking another step in his direction, “You’re bleeding.”

He supposes it was too much to hope for...

The horror of being seen wars valiantly with his delight in seeing you, at having even an iota of your attention, even if it’s scornful or sad or… whatever this is.

So often, a melancholy will take you, and you’ll shut yourself away in your chambers, refusing to say a single word to him. Kamek was the one who had to tell him that you’d come around, if given enough time. You’d just been whisked away to an entirely new life without warning, after all. Far from home, far from the shores of your distant kingdom. Of course there’d be an adjustment period…

Slapping a toothy grin onto his snout, Bowser continues inching backwards whilst you glide towards him, picking up speed with every step, your eyes glued to the hand covering his blemish from sight.

“Bleedin’?” he echoes, shrugging one massive shoulder nonchalantly, “What’re you talkin’ about, I’m… I’m, uhhh…”

It isn’t often the King of all Koopas feels his courage falter. But right then, Bowser’s spiked shell hits the solid library doors, stopping him rather effectively in his tracks. Which leaves you with more than enough time to close in and come to a halt right in front of him, your head tilted all the way back to squint up at the underside of his chin.

Gulping down at steadying breath, Bowser finds himself entranced as one of your hands creeps up towards his raised arm. At once, the behemoth freezes, watching, waiting with his heart wedged in his throat to see what you’ll do next.

And in turn, you seem to hesitate as well, fingers poised just a few inches shy of making contact with his scales. There’s a contemplative frown deepening the lines on your face, as though you’re putting some serious thought into what you’re about to do.

By now, Bowser would wholly expect you to retract your arm and turn from him, skulking back out of the doors.

But instead, to his astonishment – and a Hell of a lot of your own – you knit your expression together resolutely and breach the gap between his arm and your fingertips.

The barest of pressures comes to rest upon the jutting bone of the King’s crooked elbow, hardly there at all.

So why does his body light up like a flare beneath your touch?

Synapses snap and pulse, nerve endings in his arm shoot signals up towards his brain and scurry back down to the elbow your fingers have alighted upon.

A touch… made willingly? And without any air of disgust or fear or ill-intent.

All the moisture dries up in Bowser’s mouth, leaving his tongue sitting thick and heavy as lead against the back of his fangs. His eyes are locked with rigid focus on your fingers, half hidden from view beyond the swell of his bicep.

He can’t even swallow, though he does feel the familiar bob of his gorge that calls for him to gulp.

‘What is she doing?’ is the first question that springs to his mind.

If it weren’t for the steady throb of pain in his skull, Bowser might be inclined to believe that he’s dreaming.

You’re initiating contact…

You’re initiating contact.

You’ve… never initiated contact before, no matter how many times Bowser has tried to encourage as much by nudging your hand with his or pushing his snout eagerly into your space, hoping for something tactile, a moment – just a glimpse – of something that he could mistake for returned affection. Just…

…Anything.

But this…?

This is definitely something.

Rendered speechless, Bowser doesn’t tear his eyes from the point of contact between your skin and his, half afraid that if he looks elsewhere, the moment will be gone, turning to nothing more than another sad, empty delusion he thinks of late at night.

Perhaps you’d disappear.

Perhaps you’re not even here at all, and this is simply a hallucination brought about by the knock that Treevil landed on his head.

“Bowser…”

But then, your voice is drifting up into his ears, soft and quiet and there. And the gentlest of pressures exerts itself on his elbow, pushing it down without force.

“Let me see…”

The King’s fingers instantly slacken their grasp on his mane, and despite his size, despite his indomitable strength and power and authority, he allows you to guide his arm down by the elbow, drawing his hand off the top of his head and exposing the dark, sticky trail of scarlet blood running over the plump of his cheek.

At last, his gaze moves to yours, and he watches, enraptured, whilst you give your tongue a chiding click, and your expression sheds whatever remaining steel it might have held were he not currently bleeding…

He waits...

For disgust, for the recoil, for the dip of your chin and squint of your eyes that signifies repulsion from his ugly new defect.... He waits for almost ten whole seconds - he knows because he counts each one in his head, just waiting to see how long it'll take before the inevitable blow.

“Hmm,” you murmur instead, no hint of a smirk haunting the edges of your mouth. Nothing more and nothing less is said.

Just... 'Hmm.'

Before he can respond, before he can even process your hum, you’ve withdrawn from the elbow of the arm that now flops uselessly at his side and stretch both hands up towards his head.

He’s taller than you. So much taller. Towering like a monolith over a tiny pebble.

And yet, with the breath caught inside his massive lungs, Bowser is helpless except to dip his enormous snout down to you as if riding on some old, unconscious instinct that tells him he should be the one deferring.

As it is, he’s barely stringing a coherent thought together, far too astonished and restless to see what you might do.

Is it still coming? Should he still be bracing himself? He could very easily shrug you off and prevent you from seeing any more than you already have but....

Gentle fingertips find him again, though the sensation of them is dulled this time; they’ve gingerly crested the very tips of his curved horns, wrapping around them and giving a small but effective tug.

When you use the same cautious leverage to tilt his head even further down, bringing his nose parallel with your stomach, Bowser’s tail promptly slumps flat to the carpet with a soft, heavy ‘thwump!’

‘Oh…’ flickers across his brain, and then, when nothing more eloquent comes to mind… ‘Stars.’

Mouth hanging slightly ajar, he lets his eyes travel up the length of your neck to settle on your face.

He hardly dares breathe lest even one tiny inhale proves to be a movement that frightens you away from doing… whatever it is you’re doing to him right now.

Your eyes don’t meet the King’s, though you’re aware that he’s staring. You suppose you can give him that.

“Huh,” you utter through pursed lips, following the trail of blood with your thumb up from his cheek towards his fiery hairline, stopping just short of touching the edge of a fresh, seeping laceration.

Bowser's scales grow noticeably hotter beneath your fingertips, so, quirking one side of your mouth into a wan smile, you finally drop your attention to his wide, bewildered eyes.

“Let me guess. I should see the other guy, right?” you tease, shrugging a shoulder.

Bowser merely stares at you for several seconds too many, until at last, he manages a slow, dopey blink and murmurs, “Huh?"

You’ve had too much experience with concealing your emotions to allow your lips any elasticity. Your smile does not soften at the stunned expression on Bowser’s scaly face.

That said, you can’t deny that he’d almost be endearing… if he wasn’t the very reason you’re trapped in this wretched fortress against your will.

But personal feelings aside, you can’t very well let him stumble around the castle all bloodied and bruised. He might have a concussion! Or God forbid he wakes Junior up, and the poor boy has to witness his own father with a crack in his horn and a cut on his scalp.

Fathers are supposed to be invincible.

Junior is still too young to learn that they’re not.

Heaving a great sigh that carries with it more weariness from the late hour than frustration with your ‘host,’ you let go of his horns and step back, smothering a laugh when he tilts forwards, righting himself with a hurriedly placed foot and a startled look on his face.

“Come on then,” you say, swivelling about on a heel and beckoning for him to follow you towards the library doors, “There’s a sink in your bathroom, I presume?”

Dumbstruck at the sudden turnaround, Bowser gives his head a shake, stepping dutifully into step behind you. “Uh… sink?” he parrots, reaching up with a claw-tipped finger to trace the path your thumb had left over his cheek, his touch rough yet reverent.

“To clean up that mess,” you explain, waving a hand over your shoulder in his vague direction, the first sniff of exasperation clouding your tone.

But Bowser hardly notices it. In fact, he hardly notices anything at all, save for the beguiling human leading him across the library towards the West entrance.

All he can think about, all he can do consider, is the way your hands had felt against his toughened scales, like a balm to whatever ire had been lingering after his run-in with the Treevil.

Tiny callouses on your fingertips rubbed lightly, not harshly. Careful, not cruel. You hadn't balked at his sullied appearance nor shuddered when you touched him. You hadn't even shown any pleasure at his misfortune, though somewhere deep down past the layers of wilful ignorance and optimism, a small part of Bowser knows you don't particularly like him.

In the library, the firelight flickers, forgotten.

The warmth it casts into the room pales in comparison to the roaring flame bursting to life inside the King's almighty chest.

[fbfh]

curiosity is a wonderful thing - ch. 7

wc: 2.4k

genre: slowburn, friends to lovers, fluff

pairing: audrey x ben, eventual ben x daughter of alice!reader

warnings: none I don't think?? the word biznautch (which is not a word but I'm sure tuco and saul would disagree)

summary: you and ben catch up while you walk around campus. you talk about the isle kids, and ben wishes desperately he could be as close to you as he wants to.

song recs: honey and the bee - owl city, galactic bloom - bee and puppycat ost

a/n: huzzah i am back from the dead!! (sort of). anyway definitely expect a slow trickle of sporadically posted long form fics and regularly scheduled drabbles and asks. love you guys. love that you love curiosity as much as I do. here's a fit. as a treat. :* (also expect things to get real dramatic real quick)

TAGS @yesv01 @magcon7280 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @sunshineangel-reads @dustyinkpages @inejsknifes @tulipmagnoliaisme @ev3ningrain

After the next day, things begin to settle down and go back to normal. The Isle kids start their remedial goodness classes, the boys try out for sports, and Mal tags along with Evie as she socializes between class periods. You find yourself running between campus and your dorm where you’d forgotten your report on your desk after the late night before, and end up feeling that you’re quite discombobulated for most of the afternoon. Ben, of course, is as busy as ever. You don’t think you’ve seen each other for more than two seconds today, and you can’t say you like when things get all frantic like this.

After classes, and after your quick detour to Wonderland, and after Ben’s meeting with Fairy Godmother and tourney practice, you try to figure out what to do until the junior royal council meeting today. Audrey will be there - if she decides to show up, that is. You also received RSVPs from Aziz, Jordan, Lonnie, and Herkie. The main topic of discussion for this meeting will be to plug in with them and get an idea of how the student body is feeling with the addition of the Isle kids to the school. If there are no major delays, Ben and Herkie should be able to get back to tourney on time to get ready for the match later. It’s going to be a huge deal - the first big game of the year - and the whole school is buzzing with excitement. 

You sit at a table outside by the school’s hedge maze, sipping some tea as you finish your homework. It’s peaceful, and the weather is ambient. Your mind zips and buzzes around like a bread and butterfly, flitting between your history of magic worksheet, where you’ll explore next time you can sneak off to Wonderland, how Ben is doing - and by proxy, how the Isle kids are doing. A warm breeze passes by you, and you can smell flowers as it swirls around. Hydrangeas maybe? No, lilacs. Definitely lilacs. You hear footsteps approaching down the cobblestone path leading to the gardens and hedge maze. When you look up, you’re surprised to see Ben in his tourney uniform. 

“Ben!” You exclaim happily, standing up and scurrying over to greet him. He opens up his arms to wrap you in a big, warm hug. He’s a little sweaty from practice, but he doesn’t smell bad. You don’t think Ben ever smells bad (maybe a little bit like wet dog when he goes swimming, but it’s not overbearing or unpleasant.)

“What are you doing here?” You ask, wondering if he’ll be able to meet all the tasks on his agenda without running late. He shrugs a little, smiling as he pulls away.

“I was nearby, I thought I’d stop by for a few minutes before getting changed for the junior council meeting.”

You smile up at him with a knowing, appreciative look. His dorm is nowhere near the gardens, and seeing you was definitely not along the way. But your heart warms that he still took some time out of his blackberry jam-packed schedule to stop by and see you. You know if you don’t walk him back to campus he’ll never get changed in time, so you gather up your stuff, tucking it somewhat neatly back in your teapot bag. 

“Well, your timing couldn’t be more impeccable, as I was just about done out here.” 

Ben chuckles a little, and you walk alongside each other towards the rest of campus. 

“So, how did tourney practice go?” You ask. You know the whole team is really excited for this game, but they’ve been putting a lot of pressure on themselves too. Ben takes in a breath before replying.

“I think we’re just about as ready as we’ll ever be.” You nod, humming in agreement as he continues. “I mean, running drills and plays is great, you can never practice enough. But unless we can actually apply the plays on the field the way we do them during practice - on a good day, at least-” 

You chuckle with him, remembering all the stories of how questionably tourney practices can end up when the other players are more focused on goofing off than improving their skills.

“That’s when we’ll actually see some improvement.” 

You nod in approval. 

“Hopefully Chad will learn how to actually complete a pass, too.”

A loud laugh bursts out of Ben. He never would have said it outloud, but you both know you were thinking it. “Yeah,” he agrees with a chuckle, “that- that would be a very good day.” 

He glances down at you, walking close beside him. Just like how you always seem to know just what he’s thinking, he’s gotten pretty good at reading your mind in that same way. He knows the question that’s rolling around the tip of your tongue, itching to get out. 

“The new transfers are doing well, too.” He nods. 

You’ve both heard countless people calling them the Isle kids, and it seems to be catching on. You and Ben had both hoped that they would be known as transfer students at most - the whole point is to help them assimilate to become part of Auradon, not constantly remind them of the past. But if there’s one thing you and Ben both know about people and politics, it’s that you can’t control public opinion. Or word of mouth. As long as they’re not bothered by it, you and Ben don’t feel it’s any issue, but you still call them transfers out of habit when speaking to each other. You just hope they’ll trust you enough to express any discomfort or upset that might arise. 

“Jay has been… crushing it at tourney.” He says with a slight chuckle and disbelieving shake of his head. 

“I can’t believe he hadn’t had an opportunity to play before now,” you agree. “Imagine how great he’d be if he’d been recruited before now.”

Ben agrees, and a resolute silence settles over the two of you for a moment. If he keeps playing and improving like he has been, Jay could easily land a spot on a pro tourney team after graduating. Ben wouldn’t be surprised if he was recruited before then. If he had been given an opportunity to play before now, he would practically have a guaranteed career handed to him. Probably more than one. It’s so terrible that his talent was wasted before now, and if he hadn’t pushed for this proclamation… 

Ben’s mind begins to wander back to the other poor kids stuck on the Isle. He knows they’re meant for more than that, that there are future doctors and activists and artists walking around there every day. Future friends that he can easily see growing into established pillars and cornerstones of the community. He gets that ache in his chest, that impulse to just say fuck it and bring everyone over at once. He curbs it as soon as it shows up. He knows that the way to make that happen, the way to repay them for all their unnecessary suffering is to make sure he puts in the work right here, right now. If he wants to bring more people over - which he fully intends to do - he has to make sure that the first four succeed. 

“Oh,” he starts, pulling out of his train of thought, turning his attention back to you. “And Carlos?”

You look at him, eager to know how he’s doing.

“You’re never going to believe this,” he starts with a chuckle, “Carlos and Duke have been inseparable for the better part of a week.” 

He watches you closely as he speaks, not wanting to miss the moment when you realize how great this is. He watches as your eyes widen and you let out a delighted gasp. 

“Really?” You exclaim. Ben is already nodding, smiling right along with you, swept up in your infectious joy.

“Yeah, I-I couldn’t believe it, I mean, he was terrified of dogs - his mother called them…” he struggles for a moment to remember the exact phrase Carlos had used. “Rabid pack animals.”

“What?” You can’t believe anyone would hate animals so much, especially enough to make someone else so deathly afraid of them. “Why on earth would she-” 

“I don’t know.” Ben finishes for you. 

“Sounds like-” 

Something Audrey would say.

You catch yourself, thinking better of it before completing the thought. 

“Oh,” you pretend to interrupt yourself with a more important thought, “how is Evie doing? She was having a difficult time in class today.” 

Ben nods sadly.

“Yeah. I spoke to Doug about it. She, uh- she was reading her answers off of something.”

“She’s probably nervous.” You add. “I mean, education isn’t exactly the Isle’s top priority…”

It’s the understatement of the century, and Ben quickly sees where you’re headed with that. If none of the Isle kids were ever in an appropriately challenging or attentive academic setting, of course Auradon Prep would be overwhelming. Ben nods, realizing the same thing.

“I’ll work with the faculty- see if I can set them up with some tutors once they’re a little more… settled in.” 

You nod, about to say something when you pause in your tracks. Ben stops, looking back at you and wondering what he missed. Before he can ask, you let out a sigh.

“Look at this!” You exclaim, gesturing to a section of brick wall encasing a topiary. It’s been painted in shades of green, purple, and black spray paint, expertly crafted into a dynamic dragon silhouette. You turn back to Ben, frustrated at all the potential going to waste on the Isle. 

“Please tell me she’s signed up for some sort of art class.” You ask, somewhat rhetorically.

Ben follows your gaze, noticing the paint that now decorates the previously barren wall. 

Ben chuckles a little, agreeing with you. 

“I’ll be sure to-”

“Oh! Did I tell you?” You exclaim, suddenly remembering something you’d been desperate to tell Ben earlier that day. Ben, used to all sorts of interesting twists and turns in conversations with you, simply files his thought away on a little post it note in his brain, and turns his attention back to you.

“I don’t know, did you?” He asks, somewhat rhetorically. 

“Do you remember how I told you about the wildflowers and their song recitals?” 

“Of course,” he nods. How could he forget anything you tell him? Especially when it’s about Wonderland?

“The poppies and the peonies have begun to argue over who’s going to sing the alto solo in the second verse.” You state as intensely and dramatically as if you were recounting the most mind boggling argument you’ve ever seen. As you recount the increasingly petty arguments between the flowers, the clashing of their personalities, Ben realizes this probably is the most mind boggling drama you’ve ever seen. 

Ben listens intently as you describe the clashing personalities of and different cliques forming among the Wonderland wildflowers. His heart sinks a little in that way it always tends to when you talk about Wonderland. He wishes he could go there with you. It breaks his heart that he’ll never be able to see it first hand, that you’ll never get to show it to him. He wants more than anything to be able see where you’re from, to take it the wonder. He knows how much it would mean to you, which is more than reason enough. Besides, he feels like if he could just go there, if he could stand in the same place where you feel most at home, he feels like he could really, finally understand it. Understand you. 

But he knows it’s too dangerous. You both do. He just wishes you had someone to protect you, to keep you safe. 

“Is it dangerous there?” He had asked you once. “No.” You’d replied with a coy smile. “Not if you know what you’re doing.”

“Do you?” He had teased. You laughed. You nudged him with your shoulder. 

“As much as I know my tea.” 

That settled it for him.

He knows that even if you did have some sort of bodyguard with you down there with you, you’d be the one protecting them. 

“Oh, by the by,” your voice pulls him from his train of thought as you approach the school. “Don’t worry about those papers for the next council meeting, I’ll drop them off for you.” 

He had completely forgotten about that. 

“Are you sure?” He starts to ask, but you’re already playfully waving his concern away. 

“Pish tosh.” You state.

“Okay…” he concedes, chuckling at your turn of phrase. 

“I wasn’t done.” You state, with a humorously serious expression. 

“Pish tosh, fish wash, bish bosh, coin toss.” 

His chuckle has turned into full blown laughter.

“Car floss, hair loss, kiss squash, witch watch, biznautch.” You finish. “It’s bad luck not to say the whole thing.” You counter. 

“I’ll… I’ll remember that, bunny.” You nod your head curtly. “Here, uh-”

He fumbles through his bag for the papers to hand you, which you accept happily. 

“Right…” you tuck them into your teapot, pulling out your messy, worn in planner. It always has a million things sticking out of it and falling out from between the pages. Every time you take it out, Ben thinks it looks so… frazzled. 

“Right right right,” you mutter, making a noise when you find what you’re looking for. “So. I drop off the papers, check on the party planning committee, then a quick dip down and back in time for the tourney match.” 

You look at Ben for approval, making sure you hadn’t forgotten something. He nods.

“Yes. And I am going to go check on the transfers-”

“Text me and update, please?” You ask sweetly. Ben knows you don’t have great reception in Wonderland - but more than that, you usually wind up so engrossed that you forget you even have a phone. Despite this, you love coming back up to Overland to be met with a flurry of texts from Ben. Random thoughts, reminders he worried he’d forget, and anything else flitting across his mind between when you left and where you were.

“Of course,” Ben smiles, then continues. “Check on transfers, meet up with Audrey, warm up and practice with the team, then it’s game time.” 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You state, reassuring him you’ll be back in time no matter what. You look down at the rabbit hole opening up at your feet, then back up at Ben.

“Either of them.”

[waltwhitmansbeard]

turned my water into wine #8

see my masterpost for what came before this. this drabble takes before the events of my fair lady. inspired by @romeoandjulietyouwish's medieval au.

Vax stands alone in the throne room, observing the way the twisting branches of the Seat of the Ashari stretch up to brush the stone ceiling. It is a thing of wonder, this throne, though he can't believe it's terribly comfortable to sit in. He wants to reach out and touch it, brush his fingers against the bark, but the last thing he needs, after being summoned to come before the sovereign himself, is to get caught with his fingers where they ought not to be. So he keeps his hands clasped tightly behind his back and waits, the silence more curious than unnerving.

He waits a total of ten minutes, by his estimation, before the doors to the throne room swing open and the sovereign enters with a booming, "Vax'ildan!" Vax dips low into a bow as the sovereign sweeps past him to take his seat in the throne, and then straightens as the doors close, leaving the two of them alone. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Vax replies with a small duck of his head. "I am always at your service."

"Your service has been impeccable, Vax'ildan, truly." Vax spies a stack of parchment in the sovereign's hands, which he begins to thumb through. "The intelligence you've gathered has been critical in our success thus far in the war, to say nothing of the remarkable assassinations of those Draconian generals. I know that Kruvanis is still spinning his wheels on how we managed to pull those off. My sincerest compliments indeed."

Vax lowers his head again and murmurs his thanks, though it is odd to be congratulated for being so skilled a murderer. "As kind and appreciated as your words are, my liege, I cannot imagine compliments are why you summoned me here today."

Sovereign Korrin sighs heavily, leaning onto one arm of the Seat. "You are correct, of course, though I wish to make it clear that it is for your deadly skill that I have selected you for a special assignment." Vax tilts his head, confused. "We have heard...chatter, so to speak, about a potential attack on Zephrah. It is one of many Ashari targets being considered by the Draconians, of course, one that is high-value but also high-risk, and therefore we cannot assume we are at the top of the list."

He sighs again. "I would welcome the chance to battle our enemies on our home soil, but there are risks one can take as a sovereign that one cannot take as a father, and it is my daughter's name in particular that we have heard an uncomfortable number of times in our intelligence."

Vax knows that the sovereign has a daughter, a few years his junior, who is his only remaining family. As someone who also has but one family member to speak of, Vax is acutely aware of the breathless instinct to keep that person safe. "You wish for me to learn specifics of any plot against Her Highness?" he guesses.

The sovereign shakes his head. "No, no, the task I have for you is...well, I am sorry to say it is less within the realm of your expertise, though, talented as you are, I have little doubt you will adjust to the challenge. No, I am assigning a guard to be with my daughter at all times, within the castle or wherever she may go, a guard with the singular goal of getting her to safety should the worst come to pass."

Vax tries to hide the frown on his face; this is not what he does. He is a spy, an assassin, not some common guard. There are plenty of men and women among his sister's Royal Guard or among the Tempest Blades whom Vax would trust with such an important task, ones who have the temperament and the skillset for the job. Vax is meant to disappear into shadows, to scale fortress walls, to slit throats as silently as an owl in flight. He is not a babysitter.

The sovereign must see his hesitation, because he continues on to say, "I understand that you may view this role as beneath you, and I do hope you know that I do not give you the position to demean you, but rather the opposite."

Well, now Vax feels like shit, so he sketches a low bow. "Of course not, Your Majesty. I would presume that being tasked with the protection of your only child is a great honor indeed. I do hope that my particular...proficiencies are suited to the task."

Sovereign Korrin nods. "I believe they are. The fact of the matter, Vax'ildan, is that you are ruthless, and that mercilessness is what I require in the protection of my daughter. I have...lost much in my time as sovereign, and she is the one thing I simply cannot lose." There is a melancholy in the sovereign's eye, a distant longing, and Vax has never had his opinion on a matter swayed so quickly.

"I am endlessly grateful that you would have such faith in me, Your Majesty," he says, "and I will of course take this position with pride." He cocks a half-smile. "And besides, my sister will be pleased and relieved that I am home and not gallivanting about the continent."

Vax can see the tension leach from the sovereign's body. The man stands from the Seat of the Ashari and closes the distance between them to shake Vax's hand. "You do not know how much I appreciate this, Vax'ildan. Her life is in your hands, and that life is so very precious to me."

Vax dips his head one more time. "I appreciate the home you have given my sister and I here in Zephrah. Any way we can repay such a kindness, it will be repaid."

"Good man." The sovereign claps him on the shoulder. "Come! Let me introduce the two of you. I hope you get along; you'll be seeing quite a lot of each other." With that, the sovereign strides from the room, leaving Vax to follow and wonder what he has just gotten himself into.

[mudbloodpotter05]

Fic Writer Asks!

I was tagged by @read-and-write- and happiness-of-the-pursuit

ao3 username: Muddbloodpotter05

Fandoms: I have only written for and published for two fandoms- EastEnders (British Soap), but I write for my Ben and Callum “Ballum”, specifically. They are my ride or die ship for that show. I also write for Red, White and Royal Blue.

(Though I did write for HP and crossed that over with Charmed way too many years ago, 😅)

Number of works: 11! (Four are for my EastEnders, Ballum ship and Seven are for RWRB, though one of those for rwrb is my catch-all for any drabbles or drabbles that exceeded the 100 word only requirement).

Work I spent the most time on: this one is a bit harder to answer…of my published stories, I would have to say it is between 3 stories. Two of them fall in my EE fandom for Ballum and those are Someone to Watch Over Me and Your Final Words. For RWRB it would have to be my Now and Then. All three of these took about the same amount of time (roughly two ish months) for each of these because I tend to agonize over my writing and wanting to make sure I frame it and get the flow how I want).

This is likely to end up changing due to the current story I am working on, which is tentatively titled “Time and Time Again” for RWRB.

Work I spent the least time on: besides any drabbles…it would be between two stories If Only for One Night, for EE and Ballum and then Lacrosse My Heart and Hope… - both of these stories just flew out of my brain and into a doc within a single day and then posted to ao3 a couple days later after my wonderful Beta went over them!

Longest fic: this would have to be Now and Then for RWRB. Again, this is likely to change as my new story is currently sitting a little over 8k and that is just chapter 1!

Shortest fic: my drabbles, definitely, though some exceed the 100 word maximum, so I will also list Is that my sweatshirt for RWRB. (It my newest story and contains smut and was inspired by some amazing art of Henry running while wearing one of Alex’s jersey’s.)

Most hits: Bump In the Night which clocks in at 5,540 hits!

Most Kudos: that would be Is that my sweatshirt and has 206 kudos! I love this for my one shot! (Again, mind the tags for Smut).

Total word count: 105,989 (published at this exact moment)

Favorite work of my own: oof, this question sort of hurts, 😅, but if I have to pick I would say any of those listed in the question about the ‘work I spent the most time on’. Those three have to be the ones I’m most proud of!

Fic you want to rewrite or expand on: it would probably have to be Now and Then, but only because I have ideas/thoughts that didn’t make it into the story.

Share a bit of a wip: this is from chapter 1 of my current multi-chapter story-

It’s old. Worn, but still seems to be in good condition. An antique. One of the drawers seems to be stuck, maybe locked. The last time he saw one that looked like this was on a trip to the Smithsonian in his Junior year. So yeah, a fucking antique it may be, but it was the only desk that Alex had found that sparked any sort of joy. (Thank you, Marie Kondo!)

That joy being: it was dirt fucking cheap and he was past being picky.

Well, not exactly. Or not only the price, exactly.

He didn’t know why, but when he looked at it…Alex felt wistful.

Maybe it was his lack of sleep. Maybe it was the air of history hanging about it. Maybe it was haunted! (Not that he believed in ghosts and crystals, voodoo and magic…that was all his sister, June) Or it could very well be the curry from the back of his fridge that he should’ve thrown away. Still, none of those were going to stop him from making this purchase.

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And I am tagging….. @orchidscript @historicallysam @everwitch-magiks and @ethel0123 , but only if you want and haven’t done it yet!

[pocket-scenarios]

Late Night Date - JR

(admin: Babyboiii I love this soft boy so much I’m soft for him)

You stood up once you saw Jonghyun’s car pull up in front of your home. He rolled down his window leaning out of it with a smile once he saw you.

“You look nice,” you said softly, once you were close enough for him to hear you, his face was hanging in his face naturally, his white hoodie hanging loosely on his frame.

“I’m just wearing a hoodie and sweatpants,” Jonghyun said with a laugh,��“I don’t even have a shirt on under it,” he said amused, you let out a laugh walking around towards the passenger side of his car, his eyes following you the entire time, “you always tell me I look nice,” Jonghyun said leaning back in his seat with a pout.

“You always look good,” you said honestly, he let out a shy laugh pulling out back to the right side of the road, “where are we going?” You said turning to look at him.

“I don’t know I just wanted to spend time with you,” he admitted, “let’s go walk through the park,” he said sweetly, you let out a laugh nodding.

The drive was filled with small conversations the two of you talking about random things that had happened while you had been apart. Jonghyun would occasionally reach over to grab your hand for a minute before returning it to the steering wheel. Jonghyun didn’t mind the silence that fell between the two of you, he just loved being in your presence and you felt the same. Jonghyun was comforting to just be around, whether you were talking with him or not. Jonghyun pulled into the empty parking lot of the park the two of you would walk at during the day. 

“It’s so empty,” you said with a laugh, Jonghyun nodded with a hum, “at least we’re alone,” you said undoing your seatbelt and opening the door.

Jonghyun followed suite jogging over you where you stood, his usual smile covering his features. His eyes crinkled at the corners while he smiled making your heart skip a beat as usual. It never failed to amaze you just how much you adored everything about him and just how cute he can be sometimes. Jonghyun laced his fingers with yours standing extremely close to you.

The two of you messed around for a little bit making dumb jokes with each other while you walked.

“Do you want to get on the swings?” Jonghyun asked, a serious expression on his face, you couldn’t help but laugh at how serious he looked.

“Sure,” you said softly, with a smile, him dragging you towards the swings.

“I’ll push you,” Jonghyun said, standing behind the swing, he pulled his sweatpants up waiting for you to sit down, a wide smile covering his features.

You saw down on the swing, Jonghyun grabbed the chains that connected them to the pole at the top. He let out a laugh moving you forward and back, while you kicked your legs lightly, looking up at him. Jonghyun let go of the chains instead pushing your back to help you go higher. You let out a laugh yourself enjoying the comfortable silence the two of you fell into, watching the ground get farther away from you while you were on the swing.

You were not sure how long the two of you stayed like that. You do know that you were sad to get off the swing because you knew it probably meant that the two of you would be parting soon. 

“This was fun,” you said with a laugh walking with him back through the park towards the parking lot, Jonghyun hummed and nodded in agreement.

“We should come here at night again,” Jonghyun said with a smile, “I’m sorry we can’t stay longer, but I should probably go home,” he admitted, “I have to work tomorrow,” he said with a sigh.

(I took my links off so that it would show up in the search on Tumblr)

[mint-yooxgi]

Idk why my brain is thinking so much of the royalty drabbles dhshdhdb heres a backstory no one asked for 😔

Hc: In that poly drabble Yan! King! Xiaojun would most definitely be the young prince that snuck out and pretended to be a junior knight ever so often as an excuse to patrol y/n’s area.

While Yan! King! Yangyang & Hendery would be the rascal princes from different kingdoms that bonded over escaping their castles to venture to random places disguising themselves as commoners or young hunters. Then stumbled upon a quaint stall in the quieter area of the towns marketplace, a certain person enthusiastically managing it. Who knew they would also bond over pining for the same person.

Imagining Y/n with their scented candles/flower stall, minding their own business quite literally. Then now frequently seeing a knew ‘recruit’ of the knights (from what he told her) patrolling, that helps her out when she struggles with something. Noticing how he seems to be the only one who is tasked in the area… strange.

As well as 2 boys coming by from distant lands that passive aggressively try to out do one another in buying her products and charming. Both trying to go whenever they can to the kingdom with the same excuse of being commonfolk. But she cant help but think why such boys who ‘hunt’ would like flowers and scented candles… its a welcome sight nonetheless.

When a customer harasses y/n, imagine her surprise when 3 boys step up to defend her even if she can handle it already. And imagine the suprise of the three of them recognizing each other as princes *insert spiderman meme* Hmmm… What a strange world it is indeed.

It's quite a shock to them when no one recognizes them but the other two royals pining after their beloved. Then, and only then do they really make their identities known because all of a sudden, the next day, three separate court messengers appear at the OC's stall to proclaim they are to be engaged to each of the three neighbouring crown princes.

Of course, the three of them are all lying in wait, watching this scene unfold to see their beloved's reaction to being chosen to marry them, only to discover that the other two had the same idea. Cue Xiaojun and Yangyang bursting forth, proclaiming how ridiculous this is and that he is the only one meant to be with the OC. All the while, Hendery takes this opportunity while those two dummies are bickering to properly introduce himself to the OC and properly propose to her.

Well, the other two notice, and boy, do they not like that.

[wangxianficrecs]

Follower Recs

There are nearly FORTY THOUSAND AO3 stories in the MDZS universe, and I am just a single person with limited time, so....  Here’s a bit of y’all doing my work for me!

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Mojo, I know it'd probably be recced before, but I have to recommend stiltonbasket's Twelve Moons and a Fortnight. It has made me squee of cuteness, hold my breath with suspense, marvel over the worldbuilding and character interactions, and just awed me at how well every original piece of lore and HC ties back to canon. I cried over it, only to cry laughing the next chapter. it kept me going through an entire year of lockdown and is finally coming to an end, and the resolution was magnificent.

*[I’m subscribed to this and keep waiting for Part One to be completed, but instead later parts keep getting posted:  is it completed but not marked?�� I am confused.  And eager to read!]*

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight

by stiltonbasket (G, 267k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  "Let me get this straight. You really want me to stand in for you while you help Jin Ling settle in at Koi Tower?"

"Who else do I have?" Jiang Cheng snaps, ears turning scarlet as Jin Ling tries to pretend he isn't listening. "Father trained you to serve as my deputy, didn't he? And don't say you don't remember, or I'll break your legs."

"Well, yes," Wei Wuxian manages. "Uh. I'll just let Lan Zhan know I'll be at Lotus Pier until you're back at home, then."

Or, the one where Wei Wuxian spends the year before his wedding as Yunmeng Jiang's acting sect leader, and the cultivation world's greatest love story finds its happy ending with the help of three juniors, a teenage romance, and one very involved (and exasperated) younger brother.

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May I recommend fielty by milkpunch a sort of AU where lwj in order to save his sect from being destroyed by nine after wen rouhans assasination goes to work as a guard to Jin zixuan where he meets wwx the right hand of Jin guanguao... ~ @pastashouldbeeatenwithafork

Fealty

by milkpunch (E, 84k, wangxian)

Summary:  Before, there had been two reigning kingdoms. Both claimed to be blessed by the sun, but with vastly differing views. One, under the name of Wen, was washed red with blood and violence, its soldiers fierce and stoked with a fiery blaze. The other, under the name of Jin, was bathed in golden light and glory, its soldiers proud and heavy with coin and prestige. The two kingdoms went to war for the true honour of having the sun’s blessing, fighting for many long years with many lives lost.

Jin Guangshan, emperor of the Golden Sun Palace, found that the sun favoured him more.

To prevent his kingdom from being crushed, Lan Zhan, second heir to the Lan kingdom, exchanges his freedom for that of servitude to the Jin kingdom. He is appointed as Jin Zixuan's personal guard, but there's more on his plate than just keeping the Jin heir safe. The Golden Sun Palace is not all that it seems, and the dazzling lives of the royals are less perfect than they appear.

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Hey, I was wondering if I could rec a fic to you. My bestie wrote it for the Lunar New Year Wangxian gift exchange and it definitely did not receive the attention it deserves. It's a really fun mermaid/arranged marriage au! ~ @leahlisabeth

More Than This Provincial Wife

by ApprenticedMagician (T, 6k, wangxian)

Summary:  The negotiations surrounding the Lan & Jiang alliance through marriage encountered a few snags in the beginning.

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I love your blog! I saw a recent post where you listed some rec's from other people? [Thank you!  And yes, I always appreciate and am happy to share your recs!]  I just read the WIP A Corpse Called By Name jaemyun and LOVED it! It's a zombie apocolypse AU, where Wei Ying gets bitten by a zombie.... and I don't want to spoil anything from there, but it is amazing! No pressure to put it in your blog, but wanted to send a note just in case. Thanks for all you do!

A Corpse Called By Name

by jaemyun (not rated, 37k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  A continuation of zombie drabble!

She loses her brother in a hoard of the undead.

She finds a corpse wearing his face in a convenience store.

The corpse calls her name.

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Hi! I was wondering if I could rec this short fic that I recently found and really liked! The narrative is an inner monologue and I think it captures lwj really well :)

binding me in spells (till my heart's devoured)

by gaysgaysgays (G, <1k, wangxian)

Summary:  His scars are a reminder of his hurt, a reminder that he had healed.

(or a study of lan zhan's scars)

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I found a fic I had recently asked you about, so I thought I'd share it with you: Seasons of Falling Flowers by merakily (http://archiveofourown.org/works/28522326). I rediscovered it completely by accident after listening to spinifex's excellent podfic adaptation. This is the fic where Lan Qiren despises Wei Wuxian until Wei Wuxian catches a cold and Lan Qiren find out about his golden core. That part is about 3/4 of the way through. The fic is wonderful and shows a rigid but surprisingly introspective Lan Qiren. ~ @clmoryel [Oh!  I just read this one yesterday!  Here’s my bookmark.]

Seasons of Falling Flowers

by merakily (G, 40k, wangxian, lan qiren & wei wuxian, podfic)

Summary:  Like a parasite, Wei Wuxian has this way of growing on people when you least expect it.

Over the seasons, Lan Qiren slowly pieces back together his relationship with Wangji and learns to like Wei Wuxian in the process.

(“Will you rejoin your sect?” As soon as the words leave his mouth, Lan Qiren regrets his wording.

He is not surprised when Wangji’s eyes narrow, flashing with offence. “There is no need to rejoin what one has never left. I did not turn my back on my sect. My sect turned their backs on me.”)

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Hi! Can I rec a fic? "bring you home" by Alasse_Irena on AO3 is a modern AU and is one of the most beautiful and atmospheric fics I have read. Thanks for you work running this blog! I have new Wangxian fics to read <3

bring you home

by Alasse_Irena (T, 28k, wangxian)

Summary:  Wei Ying rents a run-down cottage in a small town by the sea, looking for a quiet place to hide after the war.

Lan Zhan has always dreamed of the ocean. He returns to the town where he was born, and where his parents died, to find out why.

Instead, they find each other.

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Good morning lady mojo, I hope you’re having a good day! I wanted to rec a fic, Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake. It’s 111k and great but barely has any love, which is unfair. You mentioned it in the last ‘in a mood for’ post but I think it should have more of a shoutout because it’s a lot of fun and I liked it a lot. Have a great day ♥️  [Oh!  I was subscribed to this one and saw it had been recently finished.  It’s def. on my list!]

Breathing Firestorm

by ladyshadowdrake (M, 111k, wangxian)

Summary:  After years of a mad quest, Wen Ruohan is finally given proof of a powerful creature living among mortals. He is delighted to find that it truly believes itself to be only a boy named “Wei Wuxian.”

While Wen Ruohan tries to unlock Wei Wuxian’s secret, the sects unite against him. If he can achieve his goal before they arrive, even the combined might of the cultivation world would not be enough to humble him. Meanwhile, Lan Wangji dreams of Wei Wuxian in the Cold Pond Cave, and works tirelessly to rescue him from Wen Ruohan’s clutches. No one is prepared for what awaits the allied sects in Nightless City at the conclusion of the war, and it very well might mean the end of the world as they know it.

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Hi Mojo, firstly thank you for all the hard work you put into running this blog, I’ve found so many fics that I probably would have never come across if it wasn’t for your fic finders posts and your personal review posts.  [Aw, thank you!]

I don’t know if you’ve read this fic before or if it’s been mentioned before on your blog (I’ve done a quick search of your blog and couldn’t see it, so if I’ve missed it I apologise!) but if you’ve got a fic rec post coming up, I would suggest “The shapes a bright container can contain” by litbynosun.

It’s a case fic about 16k words long and set after canon. Whilst it’s not the main focus of the story it does delve slightly into chronic illness of wwx (the ailments of mxy’s body) and lwj (his continuous treatment of his scars) which might cover a few requests in the IITMF posts in future.

Thanks again for all the hard work you do! ~ @dulachodladh

the shapes a bright container can contain

by litbynosun

M, 17k, wangxian

Summary:  "Lan Zhan, look at this," Wei Wuxian calls. "They don't have organs, but they're all… fuzzy."

He gently strokes the corpse's arm -- it's covered in soft, pigmentless downy hair, like a rabbit. Lan Wangji crouches next to him and nods. "Lanugo," he says. Wei Wuxian raises one eyebrow. "They were malnourished for quite a while before death," Lan Wangji elaborates. Wei Wuxian scans the bodies again. Indeed, they both have sunken cheeks, and their abdomens are empty of both organs and fat padding. “That’s a question,” he says. “Did they starve to death, and have their bodies desecrated after they were already deceased? Or were they murdered, and simply starving at the same time?” "We should stay," Lan Wangji tells him. This is not an answer to his question. It is an offer to search for answers.

Or: Wei Wuxian and his family solve a ghost haunting. Wei Wuxain's old enemy, societal injustice, rears its head again.

[engineers-curry]

thanks for tagging me @blafard

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

toto/lewis/george - corset au

cinderella au

royal abo au - mike/george

george/lewis angsty merc abo

mi6 student au

abo merc drabble 5+1

arranged royal au - lewis/george

bridgerton au - lewis/george

olympic au pt.2

[p] royal au | George x Lewis m.c.

mercedes orgy II

seduce and destroy lando/charles spy au

junior drivers spy au

i need to clear my drafts omg, some of this stuff hasn't been touched in YEARS

i tag @fabian-vettel & @polycedes and whoever likes to do it!!

[heybeybey]

AOT/SNK Headcanon + Fanfic List (Mostly Rivetra)

Heya! Was inspired to create this after seeing @sleeperswakewriting’s fanfic masterlist hope u dont mind me doing this too!!)

You can also follow my work on AO3! (Same name here)

🧡 Fanfics

Moments of Impact - Petra gets into an accident during an expedition that ends with her losing her memory. The last thing she remembers? Joining the cadets at age 16… with the intention to climb to the top to get into the Military Police. The Special Ops Squad has to deal with the possibility that they’re on the brink of losing the bubbly ginger that had kept their team together for three years. One captain, in particular, tries to make her stay. A story about moments, how they make a person, and their impact on shaping relationships.

Oceans to Part - When Princess Petra Ral embarked on a diplomatic trip to Paradis Island, her only mission was to forge a relationship with the Eldians to save her country. But Petra finds that she's getting more (and feeling more) than what she bargained for when she was assigned a short and grumpy tea-loving captain as her bodyguard. [Canon AU where Petra is a princess in the AoT world but she's from a different nation outside Paradis Island]

Falling from Grace - Sister Petra is a devout religious sister tied to the order of Sisters of Maria. She's deeply committed to her calling to serve the Lord and contented with spending the rest of her life spreading His word... until the newly-hired janitor came along.

No Regrets - Canonverse AU. Petra survived the 57th expedition and Eren was successful with the Rumbling. Petra and Levi question if they made the right choices.

Ai-Ai Gasa - Levi catches Petra drawing a love umbrella with his and her name. Based on this official comic. 

Kismet - Basically a 50s Diner Waitress! Petra x Retired Soldier! Levi Modern AU :3

Levi’s preferential treatment (Ask request drabble) 

Dom Levi x Sub Petra + Wheelchair Sex (Ask request drabble)

Sunshine on a Cloudy Day (Drabble series) - Loosely based on The Way of the Househusband. Or: Captain Petra x Househusband Levi canonverse AU

Of Bank Robberies and Math Lessons - She comes in and out of his life, but with how she's making a difference, he finds that he didn't really mind. [Robinhood Criminal Petra x Math Teacher Levi canonverse AU]

and it was your heart on the line - Turns out, it wasn't a request. It was an order. If he denies again, then it's an ultimatum. Pressured to continue the Ackerman line, Levi is forced to choose between his commitment to giving meaning to his comrades' deaths or sacrificing the future of the woman who have always been devoted to him.

Mother’s day fic + slow dancing - Featuring Wheelchair Levi and a 6-year-old Ackerbaby!

Ready, Set, Don't Go - Sequel to Mother’s Day fic. Levi may have resigned from the military, but he'd underestimated how much his daughter is as much of a fighter as him and Petra. (Set almost 2 decades after canon events)

You should be killing titans Levi - Petra somehow acquired the Cart Titan during canon events and Levi, whose sole purpose in the past few years was to kill titans, finds himself simping over one.

Sunflower Fields - Petra Ral is a farm girl from a small town. She never expected she'd catch the attention of the new king during his visit, much less receive a proposal from him two years into their secret relationship. Based on a Tumblr request.

🧡 Headcanon List

Canonverse/Canonverse AU

Underground Boxer!Levi x Scout!Petra

NSFW headcanons

Petra and Nifa bullies Levi/SC Veterans treat the three like children lol

Criminal! Levi x Nursing Student! Petra

Levi visits Petra’s grave once a month

Marriage AU featuring OG Squad Levi & New Squad Levi (104th Corps) 

Levi and Petra having triplets and Levi is Tired™️ (bec. of the 104th corps)

Rivetra Hairpins/Bobby Pins headcanon

Petra sees the ocean AU (quick drabble)

Royal Rivetra AU

Rivetra Cabin AU

OG Levi Squad Travels! (Slight Rivetra)

Jealous Levi + Jealous Petra HCs

Isabel & Petra HCs

Petra taking care of Levi in a wheelchair

Rivetra tickle fight HCs

Modern AU

Modern High School (based on Junior High)

Soccer Player! Levi vs. Baseball Player! Zeke Modern AU Headcanon

💌 Send headcanon/fanfic requests here 💌

[ggukcangetit]

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* indicates NC-17 rating with darker themes

** indicates 18+ rating with mature themes

drabbles: ~1500 words

one shots: full length fics 2k words or more

series: broken up into 2 or more parts/chapters

Drabbles

on my pillow**

summary: you see him. you are lost for words. 6 years pass. you see him again. you are lost for words again. stuff follows.

tiny lights, tiny lies

summary: you aren’t sure when exactly your best friend’s brother went from being an oddly annoying set of broad shoulders to the shoulders you frequently fell asleep against.

One Shots

Counterfeit Culture **

summary: for as long as you can remember, you’ve always known right from wrong, good from bad, and woke from entitled/ignorant. but when you continue to cross paths with Kim Seokjin - the apparent antithesis of everything you believe in - certain walls begin to crumble. and over time, you come to realise that the world isn’t black and white, first impressions can be misleading, and that you are just as guilty as each person you’ve judged so harshly. realisation brings acceptance, and maybe, just maybe, acceptance can bring something more.

OR

that time you judged every single person around you and it turned out you were being a total dickhead

Cruel Summer**

[sequel to Counterfeit Culture]

...it's new, the shape of your body...It's blue... 

the feeling I've got...and it's ooh, whoa, oh...It's a cruel summer

a guide to having sex with your utterly gorgeous boyfriend while navigating a few snags in the process where one of snags happens to be your gorgeous boyfriend

Name of the Game**

[Anastasia AU] (part of the Wish Upon A Star collab)

summary: The Hotel -Strange, The Manager - Far Too Charming, The Situation - Dire, The One in Trouble - You.

Clothes Maketh A Fan

coming soon...

Drabbles

pink & grey

summary: it isn’t just opposites that attract. sometimes opposites aren’t that different. much like you and your neighbor.

Coming soon…

Drabbles

Namjoon-ing in the rain

summary: You hate the rain but your best friend, Namjoon, doesn’t feel the same.

One shots

All I want for Christmas is- who?!**

summary: Penpals, a misunderstanding, and a Christmas party full of way too many handsome strangers. Throw in a bonsai and some extremely sharp Christmas ornaments, and that’s all you could ever want for Christmas. Right?!

Royal Flush**

summary: your kingdom’s newest prisoner is giving you sleepless nights.

Coming soon…

Coming soon…

Had it been another day...

[Princess and the Frog AU] (part of the Wish Upon A Star collab)

summary: When the universe hated you enough to pair you with the most obnoxious guy in your class, for a project that would decide your future but had no such implications for him.

Drabbles

please... love me

summary: emotions are difficult and intense. which you find out the hard way. but sometimes, they can lead to something beautiful.

One Shots

Tomorrow

summary: At the beginning of your third year of your PhD program, you didn’t expect many changes. Until the new PhD cohort started classes, and jeon jungkook became part of your group of friends. 

after-hours **

summary: you’ve been working as a middle school maths teacher for almost a year now. things are going well, until... the school recruits a new english literature teacher to replace the soon-to-be retired mrs. meyers. it’s no secret that you’ve always had a thing for shakespeare, but nothing can explain your body’s reaction to mr. jeon and his literary knowledge. and it all comes to head one friday, after-hours.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being... Something More - JK birthday special

Part 1 Chocolates & Laundry Do Not Mix

summary: when your best friend, namjoon, asks if a junior from his business ventures class can live with you till his lease comes through, you don’t think much about it. But one month with jeon jungkook proves to be extremely difficult because of how little the boy says but how much he seems to topple over without much effort.

Part 2 Crime & Punishment**

summary: no one messes with your stock of snacks. absolutely no one. not even a very attractive jungkook who handles the repercussions really well.

Part 3 If the Bra Fits**

summary: jungkook knows you hate it when he pops into your apartment to borrow something, but in the 2 years that you’ve known each other, that hasn’t deterred him much. But one day when he manages to (accidentally) ruin your favorite bra while raiding through your emergency snack supply, he knows that he’s fucked. With only a brand name to help him on his search, jungkook spends the next 48 hours buying all the bras that look even remotely like the one he ruined. The only problem is - how would he figure out which was the correct size without asking you?

Coming soon...

The Fourth Unforgivable 

[Lion King AU] (part of the Wish Upon A Star collab)

summary: Seven years is a long time. Enough to bring about many changes - new laws, dangerous associations, and the return of the one you had forced yourself to forget.

Series

Dreamcatchers*

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

summary: DI Jeon didn’t need a new partner. Unfortunately, his superiors felt otherwise; especially considering the extremely high-profile murder that had just taken place in the port city. Recent transfer, DI Choi Yuri finds herself confronted with a new cityscape, unfamiliar people, a hostile partner, and a homicide that is certain to bring back unpleasant memories.

Game Changer

[Hogwarts AU] (part of the BTS meets Hogwarts collab hosted by @ homeofbangtan)

summary: game changer (n) - a newly introduced element or factor that changes an existing situation or activity in a significant way. it’s the little things that end up making the biggest difference. as you find out in your 6th year, amidst a heated rivalry with Gryffindor Seeker Jeon Jungkook.

Series

Discombobulated Drabbles

wine - yoongi

yellow - namjoon

pink - taehyung

kaleidoscope - jungkook

glass - hoseok

[jasontoddiefor]

Eli can i get *shifts in their place* dadvader recs? 👀

For you, my friend, always!

24 Hours Instead of following the Millennium Falcon, Vader ends up following Luke to Dagobah. When he finds a certain Jedi Master there, he gives Luke a terrible ultimatum: join him within 24 hours, or Yoda dies. Yoda, and therefore the Force, has different plans for the Skywalkers...

A Collision of Skywalkers Leia, once the Princess of Alderaan, now the Emperor’s Hand, is sent to the Executor to figure out what Darth Vader is up to. A collision with Vader is unavoidable, and his aide, one Lieutenant Luke Lars, is suspiciously eager to offer his assistance.

Between the Light and Shadows: Luke & Vader One-Shots One-shot collection focused on Luke and Vader. All AU.

Darth Vader Goes to School Darth Vader gets bored with killing people and decides to get a degree in Engineering. He develops an interest in his classmate, Luke Lars. Poor Piett becomes the awkward middle man.

His Imperial Highness Luke Amidala Darth Vader discovers a boy in the deserts of Tatooine while hunting down Obi-Wan Kenobi. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Luke Skywalker is his son.Luke grows up under the obsessive over-protection of his Father and it changes everything.

How To Reinvent The Stormtrooper Armor To Make Your Surrogate Father Proud And Shut The Naysayers Up For Fun And Profit When Luke Skywalker—operating under the name of Luke Lars—accepts a job offer from none other than Darth Vader to become the next Head Engineer aboard his flagship, The Executor, a.k.a. The Lady, he hardly expected his life to take as much of a turn as it did. Learning how to navigate his way through the microcosm of culture that is the Lady, Luke finds that life is far from quiet in his new home. Friendships and rivalries are made, inventions and politics throw everything into disarray, and throughout it all, Luke and Vader slowly find themselves drawn closer to each other, much to the relief and awe of many of the Lady's crewmembers.

Interruption Lord Vader is the fearsome Commander of the Imperial Navy. When Captain Roderick is called before him, the last thing he expects is an interruption in the form of a five year old boy.

Luke & Vader One-Shots This is just a collection of Luke and Vader oneshots. Summaries and warnings will be at the start of each chapter.

Missing and Presumed Dead Three months after ESB, Luke Skywalker is still reeling from the revelation of his parentage. When he finally cracks and tells Leia, she comes up with a plot to get Darth Vader off his back: stage his death. However, neither of them know that Darth Vader actually cares for his son, so the news ends up creating a Sith Lord hell bent on destroying anyone even remotely involved in Luke's demise. But when Leia tries to contact an in-hiding Luke, she finds that something terrible has really happened, and now no one knows where he is. Meanwhile, Darth Vader starts getting a mysterious, unwilling visitor in his dreams... 

The Boy Upon investigating the Rebel spy captured in Tatooine, Vader is surprised to find a thirteen-year-old boy, seemingly a ghost from a life that he'd rather forget...

The Dad Vader Chronicles A series of one shots centered around Vader as he attempts to raise two Force Sensitive children. In no particular chronological order. Dad Vader is Best Vader! Originally posted on Tumblr.

The Miscellaneous Adventures of Vader Senior, Vader Junior and Vader Junior-ette A collection of drabbles, nearly always angsty, but is that a hint of fluff I see on the horizon...?If you want Dad Vader BAMF-ing out in one fic but blabbering on about Tatooine super-healing soup in the next, you've come to the right place.As I get more Vader plot bunnies out of my system, this series will grow. That's basically it. Welcome to my brainfart dump!

The Tooka Debate Luke's attempts to sway Vader to allow him a pet.

to gain a son After falling into a trap laid by the Empire and being captured by two Inquisitors, Luke Skywalker wakes up in an unfamiliar room with an unfamiliar man watching over him.

And if I may be so bold to rec my own fanfic:

every planet, every star, every single grain of sand In which Darth Vader finds 9-year-old Luke on Tatooine, proceeds to have a breakdown, kills Palpatine and makes his preteen son Emperor, as you do. Otherwise known as the Adventures of Teeny Tiny Emperor Luke and his Royal Dad Guard Darth Vader. 

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Super Junior as Husbands

Request: hey there ;) would you write for SuJu as well? If so I'd looooove to request a SuJu as husband drabble. If you don't want to write for them just ignore the ask and enjoy the compliment! Loved your take on Monsta X as dads, so so cute

A/N: this took me quite a while to do since there are so many members haha. I hope you like it!

Siwon: Siwon is known to be very optimistic and enthusiastic so no doubt would your relationship be very fun and filled with joy. He is also very friendly and would honestly win your family over at first glance. Some dates with your hubby would include volunteering with UNICEF and cute cafe dates. On some days when you don’t feel like cooking, you’re in luck because Siwon is a god at cooking. Whatever you want to eat, he would do his best to make it just for you. He is known to be a very flexible guy and adapts to change very well so if there is any conflict, he would no doubt be the first out of the two of you to suggest a solution that does not compromise your arguments too much. Moving, this guy will always be loyal to you. He respects women a lot and would never ever cheat on you. This will probably put your mind at ease knowing that your man will never look at another woman except for you. But that does not mean to abuse his trust. He will nonverbally expect you to do the same. One of the few flaws that Siwon has is trying to not rely on you when he needs it. He has that mentality that he can make it on his own without burdening you. It might take a couple of encouragements (and maybe arguments) before Siwon knows that his burdens are your burdens and vice versa. 

Leeteuk: Now, since Leeteuk is the leader, he has a lot of pressure being the ideal member. This will most likely follow through to marriage where he thinks that he has to be the perfect husband for you. You would have to remind him that you don’t expect to be the most perfect man for you and that you just want him to be who he is. He is the most respectful human being you will ever meet. Your parents would probably feel bad when he keeps bowing to them, thanking them for giving you to him. In addition, Leeteuk is known to be very supportive of others so no doubt, he will be very, very supportive of your career in whatever field you choose. One of his pros is that he rarely gets angry. He will always talk out problems with you, no matter how serious or silly they are. Every argument will always end up in the two of you hugging it out. One thing that Leeteuk is known for is sometimes taking responsibility for others’ actions. He wouldn’t realize that he is doing it because he is so used to doing it. Most likely will he do that with you so just make sure that you take responsibility for every action that you do. 

Heechul: Heechul would be such a playful husband, honestly. Every single day with him would be extremely loud and fun. It would be as if you were at an amusement park. Although every day might be very joyful, there are some days where both of you are just not feeling each other. He has a very short temper so there might be arguments between the two of you. Of course, it would end in laughter and cuddles. To Heechul, punctuality is very very important to him. Expect the wedding to be going by the schedule in every second of the event. Speaking of weddings, don’t think he will sit and go by your opinions; he will most definitely have opinions of his own about how he wants the wedding to look like. He honestly might just wear a blue suit because why not. In the end, you guys might have quite a few arguments, there is nothing better than spending your whole life with your soulmate. 

Yesung: Yesung is very much a sweetheart so give yourself a slap on the back for catching a guy like him. He is very sensitive and would hold a lot of emotions. He probably cried like two gallons worth of tears at your guys’ wedding. Now, although you might be married to Yesung, you’re practically married to Eunhyuk based on how much the guys hang out at your place. As said on shows. It was mentioned on shows but Yesung loves to touch his members’ lips while they sleep. Don’t think you’re an exception to this either. You’ll probably wake up to Yesung touching your lips since 5 am. Your honeymoon will most likely be in Canada since it’s his dream to have his honeymoon there. The two of you would be such as a touristy couple. In all, being married to Yesung is like being married to a teddy bear. 

Shindong: Like Heechul, marriage life with Shindong is basically like being with a high-class jester. He would no doubt make you laugh everyday with his witty comments and weird personality. One of his many talents is being an amazing videographer so some moments of your life would be filmed but not necessarily be put on public display; it’s for his eyes only. At times, both of you would have a deep conversation about Korean society and how he is made fun of only for his size. You would have to remind him that his size does not define his whole personality and how he is worth more than his appearance. In all, love and remind Shindong for the whole he is, not what he portrays to the public.

Sungmin: He is known to be the god at doing everything and anything. You would have no problem with learning things from him. If you don’t know how to play the guitar, well, expect him to teach you. A pro of his is that he is very calm and patient, so he won’t be frustrated with you when you might be a bit slow at learning; this type of personality is very great for teachers because it puts their students in a more calm environment and not put their student in stress mode, trying to grasp the lesson. Maybe after a couple of lessons, you would want to give your lovely husband a gift for his hard work. Just know that he does not like getting expensive gifts. He is that type of person where he feels the burden of receiving such an expensive gift; almost as if he owes you something bigger. Halloween would honestly be his favorite holiday because he loves pumpkins and squashes. What better holiday than Halloween would have all month long pumpkins?! Moving to living with Sungmin. Now, he is known to be OCD so it would not be surprising that the house will be spotless. He’s like a housewife in his own way. At times, the two of you would just be in different rooms at home without being mad at each other. That’s because Sungmin values his alone time and he absolutely needs it (like everyone else) to maintain his energy and mental health. In all, he would be a very sweet husband towards you and would love you endlessly. 

Eunhyuk: Eunhyuk would be one of the humblest husbands out there. Because he grew up in a poor household, he knows how to utilize his money. It has been studied that adults who grew up poor are more stress than their middle-class counterparts. With this study, Eunhyuk might be more stress than others, specifically financial reasons. Although the two of you might be well off and are not struggling to meet ends meet, he would ponder over savings and what to spend on. In addition, growing up in poor conditions didn’t allow him to take classes but he was still able to practice dancing by himself as a kid, which shows that he is very talented. This indicates that he is very passionate about things that he takes interest in. Whatever he might be interested, he will put 150% into it. If you were to want him to teach you something that he loves to do, no doubt would he put his hard work into it. You might even become a pro after a day of lessons with him. You know those cute little moments where couples feed each other their food? Yea that probably won’t happen with Eunhyuk. Not only does he despised cringy moments but he hates sharing his food. Don’t think just because you’re married to him does he make an exception; maybe like once or twice. He is the third sensitive baby here. When arguments occur, he would go to another room and cry it all out. You would have to hold him and remind him that you are here for him. Fun fact: Hyuk loves stuff animals and sleeping with a lot of pillows and plushies near him. Your guys’ bed would be filled with pillows and plushies and you would wake up with him all of the floors with him either hugging you or his giant plushie. 

Donghae: Since he is considered the prince of the group, you snatched yourself a royal. He would be such a cute husband. Since he is very close to his parents, specifically his father, he would want you to have the same type of relationship with your parents-in-law. Maybe not as close as he is with his father because that might be a bit difficult, but he would want you to have a good relationship with them. Because of his relationship with his father, Donghae would want the same with his child in the future. Moving on, one fact that is known about Donghae is that he is very affectionate and responsible. Expect that even if you’re with other members, you’ll still be snuggled by Donghae. He would not waste any space that is between the two of you. If you needed him to look after the pets and your cousins, he would no doubt do a good job with it. Being a responsible baby makes him trustworthy to do anything. At times, Donghae would pull you up early in the morning to go to the gym with him because he loves to exercise. In the scenario that you don’t like to exercise, he would still drag you to the gym but maybe not as often. Another known fact about Donghae is that he hates to eat alone or being alone, explaining why he is very affectionate. He would expect you to be there to eat with him for every meal so he can tell you about his day and you can tell him about your day. In addition, Donghae loves to be cared for and you would most likely baby him so often, like Heechul. Overall, Donghae and you would have a loving relationship where both of you would baby each other to death. 

Ryeowook: Ryeowook would be such a sweetheart towards you. He would love to cook for you whenever you don’t feel like cooking or you’re getting home late. Your hubby would be at the dining table with dinner ready right when you walk straight into the apartment. If you’re sick, be prepared for Ryeowook to be nursing you to death. You would be getting better in one day from how much he worries about you. A fact about Ryeowook is that he likes to wear make-up. The both of you would have the same make-up drawer and at times share make-up tips. Whenever Ryeowook has a day off, he would sleep for a long period of time. You would wake up to him dead asleep and has no intention of getting up. Fun fact: he says I love you a lot when he’s drunk so expect affection and lots of cute loving words from him when the two of you go out for a drink. Ryeowook takes good care of his skin so expect you guys doing your skincare routine together every single night. There would be times where you find Ryeowook in the bedroom, wrapped in the blanket and just watch korean drama for 10 hours. Being married to Ryeowook would be very fun and full of joy! He would make a great husband. 

Kyuhyun: One thing that everyone knows about Kyuhyun is that he is a GENIUS. He is legit good at math. If you have any trouble with your college work then Kyuhyun is a great resource to use for when you need help. At times, the two of you would just have a date at the library because he loves to read in his free time. It would be very cute, especially if you hate reading and is just taking a nap while he just stares at you and smile. Since Kyuhyun is known to the evil maknae of Super Junior, he would tease you constantly. Of course, there would be times where he would joke over your comfortable limits and you would have to talk to him that it wasn’t funny. Other times, the two of you would have a good laugh. Life with Kyuhyun would never be dull and you will always feel the love. 

Requests are Open!

[hobidreams]

Since Eunuch Kim had ordered to execute me (maybe I'm embracing my death a little too much) Can we please know the age gap between Eunuch Kim and the King? I always wondered in the drabble where Yoongi brings OC the celebratory noodles about Eunuch Kim's age? Like... don't tell me he is also this little tiny Namjoon version being a good junior Eunuch in training with his cute Eunuch clothes/uniform (maybe a little too big or small for him bc he is still growing) being partner in crime with the prince... bc idk if my braincells and heart could resist that level of cuteness...

LOOL of course!! he would have to be at least several years older than Yoongi to serve as his eunuch. as well, it’s a rather prized position to be looking after the prince, so i would imagine Namjoon being at least 8 years older. which actually is still pretty young for a royal family member’s eunuch. i believe in history he would be more like 20-25+ years older. but i’d imagine a young Yoongi seeing Namjoon & insisting on him being his attendant out of all the options there 🤭🤭

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📚👑❓ for Bastet!

📚 If your OC was given some kind of forbiddon knowledge, what would they do with it? Would they tell anyone? Use it for evil or good? How would it change their outlook on life, if at all?

He's actually very good at keeping secrets! He most probably wouldn't tell anyone if he knew it would have any bad effects on their lives. The last question depends on the knowledge though.

👑 If your OC was made royal (or is royal) how would they use their power? Are they a good leader or bad? Do their subjects like them or is it ‘off with their head’? Do they enjoy being royal?

Before going through WRU, Agustin had a very leader-like personality. He was one of those to convince a group of his classmates to do something. He was very competetive as well. He keeps that post-training. So, if he was to be a royal, he would want to be the most complete type. He has a very nice personality, so I believe his subjects would love him. Although his perfectionism would sometimes be annoying for them. And yes, he'd absolutely enjoy being a royal. He loves the attention!

❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!

Later in the recovery, he gets obssessed with figure skating when he sees Aliona - Lev's step daughter who's a world class figure skater - and lowkey forces Lev to teach him some skating.

Also a random fact about Lev because it's related to what I said about Bastet: Lev was Russia's junior skating champion before ending up Vadim and Maxim. Aliona started skating because of Lev.

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Sparrow’s Masterpost of Fics

-Updated 6/13/19-

I finally made one of these! Here’s the links to all the stories I’ve written, and even some headcanons I’m rather proud of. I’ll try and update this every month or so. You can also find me here on ao3! (Speaking of, there will be some shorter stories/drabbles not linked here but are on my ao3; I ended up liking the ao3 versions better)

Chaptered Fics

Simply Meant To Be (Complete) - Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4 - Mutual Pining/Eventual Prinxiety, Background Logicality, Platonic Analogical, Platonic Moxiety - Virgil decides to start painting; he is very gay for a certain Prince; enjoy these soft fluffy famILY dynamics - Total Word Count: 6,096

Trouble (Complete) - Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3 - Eventual Analogical, Implied Past Anxceit (unhealthy past relationship), Platonic LAMP/CALM - This takes place directly after “Can LYING Be Good?”. Please heed the tags/warnings in all 3 chapters; this story gets rough before it gets better - Hurt/Comfort - Total Word Count: 5,088

Workaholic (Complete) - Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3 - Romantic Analogical, Romantic Royality - Logan works way too much and Virgil’s had about enough - Hurt/Comfort - Total Word Count: 5,039

Caught In The Rain (Ongoing) - Ch 1 - Mutual Pining/Eventual Prinxiety, Background Logicality - Roman finds out his best friend Virgil’s secret and helps him through it - Mild Hurt/Comfort - Total Word Count: 908

Coming Home (Ongoing) - Ch 1, Ch 2 , Ch 3 - Mutual Pining/Eventual LAMP/CALM - What happens when four very gay people live together in one house? We’re about to find out! - A bit of Fluff, a bit of (or a lot of) Hurt/Comfort - Total Word Count: 5,235

One-Shots

Sing Me To Sleep - Mutual Pining/Eventual Prinxiety, Background Logicality - Roman catches Virgil singing aloud- something the anxious side never does - Fluff - Word Count: 1,000

The Star Party - Romantic Analogical - Virgil takes Logan on a date - Pure fluff - Word Count: 568

It’s A Secret - Mutual Pining/Romantic Analogical - Logan is apparently good at video games… and flirting? - Fluff - Word Count: 545

Love Like You - Platonic Moxiety, Background/Implied Logicality, implied/mutual pining Prinxiety - Virgil thinks he isn’t good enough; Patton is there to tell him otherwise - Song Fic, Mild Hurt/Comfort - Word Count: 1,250

Flirting With Logan - Romantic Logince - Logan tries to get some work done but Roman proves to be incredibly distracting - Fluff, Slight NSFW (more implied than anything else but still) - Word Count: 383

Prom Date - Mutual Pining/Eventual Analogical, Mutual Pining/Eventual Royality, Platonic Logicality - Logan asks his crush to prom - Fluff - Word Count: 522

Last Of The Real Ones - Mutual Pining/Eventual Moxiety - Virgil is a Gay Disaster - Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort - Word Count: 1,020

The Missing Shirt - Mutual Pining Moxiety - Virgil finds his shirt in an unexpected place - Fluff - Word Count: 1,140

Out Of This Town - Mutual Pining/Eventual Analogical - Virgil is ready to leave his old life behind- but is he ready to leave Logan behind as well? - Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort - Word Count: 1,365

Cold-Blooded - Platonic/Mutual Pining DLAMP - The sides are still getting used to having Deceit around - Fluff - Word Count: 706

Sanders Sides Angst - Romantic Moxiety - Major Character Death/Unhappy Ending - Word Count: 500

Couples Costumes - Romantic Prinxiety - Roman and Virgil want to dress up for Halloween but don’t know who to go as - Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort - Word Count: 858

Noodle - Romantic DLAMP - Dee and Virgil are sassy boys - Fluff - Word Count: 230

Precipice - No Ships - One of the Sides has a nightmare - Angst - Word Count: 391

Cure - Mutual Pining Analogical - Logan has a bit of a crisis/crush; takes place directly after “Learning New Things About Ourselves” - Mild Hurt/Comfort - Word Count: 988

When Darkness Turns To Light - Mutual Pining Analogical, Romantic Royality - A certain Dark Side takes advantage of Logan’s greatest fears; takes place directly after “Learning New Things About Ourselves - Hurt/Comfort - Word Count: 5,013

The Third Date - Romantic Logince - Logan goes over to Roman’s house for dinner - Fluff - Word Count: 582

Jellyfish - Mutual Pining/Eventual Logicality, Romantic Prinxceit (Roman, Virgil + Dee) - Patton takes his crush out on a date - Fluff - Word Count: 941

How To Ask Your Crush Out (Or A Tale Of Two Disaster Gays) - Mutual Pining/Eventual Analogical - Virgil gets up the courage to ask Logan out - Fluff - Word Count: 1,081

Sweet As Candy - Romantic Moxiety - Patton is a sweet angel, surprising no one - Fluff - Word Count: 726

Friends in Unexpected Places - Mutual Pining Logince - Roman moved to a new school and is having trouble until a certain cute nerd offers to help - Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort - Word Count: 1,135

The Words You Speak - Mutual Pining/Eventual Analogical, Mutual Pining Royality - Logan says the wrong thing and it affects him more than he'd care to admit - Mild Hurt/Comfort - Word Count: 1,983

Bound Together - LAMP/CALM - Adorable Gays celebrating the completion of their junior year of high school - Fluff - Word Count: 1,260

Makeup Crisis - Platonic Prinxiety, Platonic Sleepxiety - Virgil experiences a bit of a crisis - Fluff - Word Count: 725

Two Little Words - Romantic Analogical, Mutual Pining Royality - Virgil comes out to their boyfriend - Mild Hurt/Comfort - Word Count: 1,226

Headcanons

Virgil Headcanons - My mindscape hc’s for the purple stormy boi

Logan Headcanons - My mindscape hc’s for the nerd boi

Analogical Headcanons - Pt 1, Pt 2 - My human!au hc’s for my all-time favorite ship (I promise I will write stories for this… at some point)

Deceit Headcanon - This is a theory/idea I’d had of why Dee is a villain

[pocket-scenarios]

Can I ask for 9 and 15 for jonghyun from nu'est from ur Drabble list please?? (Btw I love your writing keep up the amazing work!!)

9: Your ex calls and they answer.

15: “I want you to believe me.”

“Hello,” Jonghyun muttered after he took your phone from you, “why are you calling her,” Jonghyun wasn’t the type to get jealous it surprised you that he had answered the call, “I’m her boyfriend Jonghyun, she told you to stop calling,” his words were sharp and his tone sounded rather harsh.

“I’m blocking his number,” Jonghyun said in what almost sounded like a growl, you nodded, “do you still like him, is that why you didn’t block it,” the way he was acting was completely out of character.

“No, Jonghyun, where is this coming from all of a sudden,” he tossed your phone back to you silently, “you believe me don’t you,” your voice came out a lot quieter than you had intended.

“I believe you,” he mumbled returning back to the Jonghyun you were used to, “I’m just annoyed,” he moved closer to you a small smile tugging at his lips, “at least he can’t bother you anymore,” he pressed his lips to yours in a quick kiss.

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