#kia's writing

[firstsprinces]

Thank you @anincompletelist for tagging me in this game! I loved devouring each of your snippets from the works you’re proud of!

Rules: Post your favorite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

I haven’t even started and I’m about to break the only rule 😂 because I still only have fics posted from holiday challenges, which I am not blown away by. I thoight I'd have other fics posted by now but it’s been a year so far, to say the least. So, I’m also going to share from Outlaw Alex because he’s coming very soon and I’m honestly the most proud of the way the words are fitting together for that one!

Leaving this tag as open and will be catching up with my following list soon! I can't wait to read what you're proud of and show you some extra and well deserved love!

Here we go...

From "Take This House and Make it a Home"

They admire their choice together from the couch later on that evening with David curled up underneath the blanket. Alex rests his head on Henry’s shoulder and thinks about how he can’t wait to decorate the tree the next day and debate if the tree will have colored lights or white lights – he’s guessing the white ones won’t be a choice once there are children also making the decisions. He can’t wait for the time where both he and Henry each have a child on their shoulders wanting to put ornaments on the tree higher than the other while having Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer  on the television in the background. Then, once the children are put to bed for the night, it’ll be the two of them again having their private moment admiring everything they’ve created together, just like this with David snoring and the fireplace crackling, with Henry’s legs tangled with his as the peace settles over them; that the house they’ve settled down in is finally a home. Whether it’s tonight, two or three Christmases from now, or when they’re in their eighties, Alex will always look over at Henry and know the magic that they have together is forever.

From "Here We Stand Worlds Apart" (ongoing)

The side of his hand skims the material of the bodysuit as he searches for the chin strap, popping off the buckle. Then he takes both of his hands and carefully begins the removal of the helmet. As more of the face starts to be revealed, a strong chin and jawline, perfectly chiseled cheekbones, dark and soft curls styled with a short cut, Henry finds out it’s a man who’s crashed into the woods. He can’t help but stare at the face of the attractive man. Attractive isn’t even the correct word in his vocabulary to describe him. His eyes are closed, which makes Henry wonder what color they are. He hopes they aren’t green like Ralph’s because he doesn’t want to be reminded of a pair of eyes that will never look at him in the adoringly hungry way they do when he looks at Alice Rodgers. Long dark lashes fan out and almost look as if they’re touching the top curve of his cheekbones. He looks angelic even in a setting that looks like he’s met his death. His appreciative gaze travels to his hair next. Curls draping over one another in an unlikely symphony of wildness and precise placing, even after being smashed flat against his head from wearing the helmet. Henry can’t help but want to feel what the curls would feel like moving through the spaces between his fingers, even though it’s a bizarre thing to do to someone who’s just been in a crash, someone who’s a stranger to him.

From "The Wind Whispered Something That the Devil's to Blame" (coming soon)

Months after his father’s funeral, his mother had told him the opposite. It had actually been Henry who’d given his father the enlightenment to embrace all new discoveries and to always keep chasing them because they’re remarkably never-ending. Always live as though the world keeps creating things to stumble upon on purpose. Accidents may happen along the way, but those are also little surprises that will lead to something far grander. As a child Henry had been more animated and curious than his two siblings, but he’d also been overly cautious and kept to himself when necessary. It had been his father who would tell Henry that he shouldn’t be afraid of unknown things, so why would his mother tell him otherwise? What would Henry have given someone with more life experiences than he had? Their relationship had always been different than his ones with Phillip and Beatrice. Though Arthur always made sure to give each of his children their own moments just between the two of them, Catherine had let the secret out to Henry that his favorite discovery had been witnessing Henry experience the world around him. After the confession, Henry made the promise to his father after his passing that he’d take his father on every new adventure with him to make sure he’d never miss out, and in those adventures, he’d find out who he truly is and embrace himself as the wonderment his father believes he is. He places the last and only photograph he has of him and his father, back down on his desk, his pointer finger skimming his greyed blurry face that doesn’t resemble the fact his father’s memory will never become dull or unclear.

[almoststedytimetravel]

I think more people (me) should stop using Ravens and other corvids to act as omen's of death when doing a symbolism and start using Pīwakawaka as omens of the death instead.

You may not like it, but this is what peak death omen looks like.

[thedevillionaire]

Hearthfelt

just a tiny cosy thing

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Some uncertain time ago the snow had turned to icy rain, drumming a steady relentlessness against the roof, rivulets distorting window views and turning the woodland outside into a blurred, abstracted impression of itself.

Not that Kia minds at all. An entirely different vista commands her attention.

The winterscape outside may well be beautiful but it’s no match for the blazing hearthfire embracing the cabin’s interior – and her blanket-draped, cable-knit-clad, fiercely headcold-ridden husband – in its warm, golden glow. Cerberus, long past the point of fighting it and even further past any point of denial, grabs the latest clutch of what's become a near-constant tissue parade and capitulates into its refuge absolutely, sneezing heavily, brutally, twice, three times, in powerful and merciless succession.

"Oh, bless you," Kia offers, sultry, riveted, as she moves to pass him a glass of the richly herbal mulled wine she's made. Cerberus shakes his head briefly, raises an index finger in urgent pause, half manages a hasty sorry love pardo... and turns away to surrender a fourth, ferocious time.

"Huh-ahh..hh-HEHTSSCHuu! Ah, gods, excuse me." He blows his nose, an ineffectual necessity.

Kia, heatsuffused, blesses him even more emphatically than before, and makes a playful comparison between his reddened nose and the colour of the wine, which he vaguely grumbles about and apologises for somehow simultaneously. It's festive, she insists with an amiable giggle, and you're beautiful, delivers a kiss to his cheek as he sighs in fond resignation, and I love you. Another kiss, this time tender and lingering, and she curls up close beside him, trails a fingernail down his arm and sighs contentedly. “Happy Yuletide, sweetheart.”

He sniffles thickly, rests his head against hers with the echo of a tired smile, and murmurs a quiet mmm of assent. “Happy Yuletide, love." And despite the congestion ravaging the velvet of his voice, his sincerity is untouched – no matter; he’s certain, with her, that it is. 

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[incomplete-ruler]

Was just talking about idolish7 with one of my paralive moots (at least when I'm queuing this) and I just wanted to say that you can't convince me that these two aren't auntie and nibling:

[dreemurr-skelememer]

im nver typign again

[theelderhazelnut]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @cassietrn and @imogenkol <3

I’m almost one hour late. Anyways, here’s a snippet of chapter one of ‘Rise of the Villains: The Advocate’. This may seem unrelated to Ombra or the Metalrealm, but I will spoil you by saying that your assumption is incorrect.

I leaned my temple against the window of my room. The neon lights splashed all across the city penetrated my eyes like tiny needles.

The bullet wound in my shoulder still stung, reminding me of how I wasn’t in control anymore. Assigning me to go on a mission for the mere sake of the training was another way for Raiden to rub my misery in my face. I was convinced that I wasn’t a prisoner anymore; I was a hostage.

I fidgeted with my pistol, tracing it with the tip of my fingers exactly how I would trace an ancient amulet.

The alarm on my bedside table went off: displaying the six and zero digits. It was the due time to receive instructions regarding my main job.

The path to the facility soon became blurry lines of neon lights. I would no longer observe and stare at the stiff and minimalistic architecture, or smirk at those who dashed pass me as fast as they could without appearing stupid.

However, it was the fact that I wasn’t bound to a wheelchair which made my eyes go wide for a friction of a second before General Blade began her speech.

“Ever since the fall of Brotherhood of Shadow, Special Forces have been reported with the leaked information regarding the escape of a number of demons, and possibly other Netherrealmer creatures.”

I clenched my jaw at the mention of the downfall of my most prized possession.

“However, wether they have escaped or have been captured is still uncertain.” She put a beige folder on the circular table between us. She withdrew several papers, and a few pictues. “These were taken during the past six months.”

I picked up one the pictures to look at it closely. It was the blurry face of a seemingly female figure, obviously on the run, taken from among a crowd of pedestrians. She was wearing a black mask which matched her dark skin. And her white hair glimmered in the light of the nearby shops.

My brows knitted.

“Does she seem familiar to you?” She asked. I felt like she was, subconsciously, blaming me for what had happened to these demons.

“Jataaka.” I mumbled.

“It’s not only her. We have also captured a picture of someone who highly resembles Kia. The rest of the evidence speaks about more subjects with demonic powers.”

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[miscellaneoussmp]

Okay okay so, this was supposed to be written tomorrow, but I can't control myself. Anyways, here's Forever finding The Eggs in The Nether (Edit: This fic was made before January 5th 2024.):

Maybe, just maybe, he should have thought about this a little more. There isn't much room for argument when the kids are involved, Forever thinks. He's doing the right thing, even if that means going to hell and back. Literally. The Nether is as scary and inhospitable as it always is. Only creatures forged in its lava pools, and those who are brave (or dumb) enough settle here. That's why Forever was surprised upon seeing what looked like a house built into a netherrack wall. It took him a moment longer than he'd like to admit to realize it was a safe house of some type. It probably had supplies. If not, it would be a good place to rest and actually figure out what he was doing.

The stone button near the iron door was harder to press down than it typically should be. This building is pretty old. That's why Forever really didn't expect a sword, soon joined by two others, to be pointed at his chest. His vision followed up the swords to see who what was wielding them. Pomme stood in the middle, and on either side of her stood Dapper and Chayanne. Golden swords are unfamiliar in their hands. The realization of finding at least three of the children didn't have a chance to set in before he felt something run into his front. He looked down to see Richas. His darling child. His son. His son, the child he would (and did), bring the world to ruin for. Leo's hand froze outstretched as she had been reaching for Richas' undershirt before she noticed it was Forever whom he had run to. Tallulah and Ramón came out from where they had been hiding behind Leonarda. And that makes seven, all seven.

Forever is sure that all seven of them are holding onto him somehow. He doesn't mind, purely grateful that he found them. He's pretty sure they're all dehydrated as he would expect more tears. Maybe they're all too scared to let tears shed. That thought hurt a little too much. Instead, his thoughts turned to how they were going to get out of this place. His thoughts switched again to making sure there were no obvious injuries on the children. None of them seem to be critically injured, just a few bruises here or there. That's fine. All that matters is that he found them.

[inquisimer]

mer's arlathan eXchange works

Creators for the 2024 @arlathanxchange have been revealed and I'm excited to share the pieces I wrote! I was absolutely inspired by the wealth of amazing prompts and had a lot of fun creating all of these.

Check out the entire collection here for more amazing works! Thank you to everyone who created lovely gifts for me💜

a sky full of stars - gift for @about2dance | Rated G, Alistair/Female Surana, 2512 words

what has been forgotten - treat for @kiastirling-fanfic | Rated G, Avexis & Cassandra Pentaghast, 2523 words

show me your thorns - treat for @amarmeme & @kiastirling-fanfic | Rated T, Alistair/Avexis, 2059 words

what time does with us - treat for @kiastirling-fanfic | Rated T, Fiona & Female Surana, 1672 words

gatekeeper of an endless war - treat for the collection | Rated T, Garahel (Solo), 1145 words

I still use velvet gloves - treat for the collection | Rated T, Alistair & Female Surana, 3324 words

summaries and more below the cut!⬇️

a sky full of stars - gift for @about2dance

Rated G | Alistair/Female Surana | 2512 words | No Archive Warnings Summary: On their way to Haven, Alistair and An'da share a moment under the stars. An'da is about2dance's OC and she has SO many layers!! It was an absolute joy to dig into her lore and craft this bit of fluff for her and Alistair. Dorks in Love, my beloved😌

what has been forgotten - treat for @kiastirling-fanfic

Rated G | Avexis & Cassandra Pentaghast | 2523 words | No Archive Warnings Summary: Cassandra seeks an alternative means for the Inquisition to fight the red lyrium dragon. Kia rolled in with SO MANY good Avexis prompts and this one snatched me up right away, I just had to write the Dawn of the Seeker reunion that we never got.

show me your thorns - treat for @amarmeme & @kiastirling-fanfic

Rated T | Alistair/Avexis | 2059 words | No Archive Warnings Summary: Over a cup of tea, Avexis confronts Alistair about his intentions—and finds common ground she wasn't expecting. The Alistair/Avexis ship was another genius idea of Kia's and it was so fun to play in that sandbox! And to see other people there as well :3 I loved the idea of Avexis getting to have some of the first crush/love emotions she lost to Tranquility, and in the process found a link between post-Tranquility Avexis and formerly-Drunk Alistair that just clicked.

what time does with us - treat for @kiastirling-fanfic

Rated T | Fiona & Female Surana | 1672 words | No Archive Warnings Summary: At Leliana's behest, Surana makes a detour through Skyhold before heading West in her search to cure the Calling. Two elven Circle mages-turned-Wardens, one who was somehow Cured of the Blight and the other in search of a Cure? Yeah, this was just another pairing too juicy to pass up. They're so similar!! And Fiona is right there, and Leliana definitely can contact Surana, and you can see how I ended up here. I haven't thought much about Surana as a Warden, since my Surana is not, so this was a fun one to dive into!

gatekeeper of an endless war - treat for the collection

Rated T | Garahel (Solo) | 1145 words | Major Character Death Summary: The Wardens sent him and Isseya to the Anderfels. Garahel would not forget. Even though this didn't quite fit anyone's specific requests, I've been all up in my Last Flight feels since reading the novel a couple months ago and couldn't resist. Garahel, the city elf Warden hero, his legacy of lifting up and protecting the lowest in society lost to a history that didn't want to remember his ears. I broke my own heart a bit exploring how his knowledge of that legacy might have worn him down by the end ;-; (also check out the quote that I used to title this fic because DAMN if it isn't Grey Wardens to a T, especially elven and/or mage wardens)

I still use velvet gloves - treat for the collection

Rated T | Alistair & Female Surana | 3324 words | No Archive Warnings Summary: The Landsmeet wounded Alistair and Catrin Surana in ways only time can heal. This piece was inspired by some of the prompts in this year's exchange, and even though it ended up not quite fitting anyone's requests specifically, I'm still quite please with it! An exploration of the broken friendship between King Alistair & Warden Commander Surana after she spares Loghain, and how they come back together over the years. Not gonna lie, I did not have a Warden Surana OC before I dove into this fic but. uh. now I do 😂 it was a lot of fun to look at this friendship dynamic from a more turbulent angle!

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[2346khith]

I feel like Quan Chi should be more powerful than he already is in canon. Not so much as I think he has potential (though I'm sure many others will disagree) but more on so I want it to be so that it would take a bunch of fighters to take him down. Don't get me wrong me wrong I love Scorpion and Hanzo definitely deserved to put that bastard down after everything he put him though but I also think there are a bunch of other characters who deserve to get a punch in. Like Kuai Liang since Quan Chi is not only repsonsible for getting his brother killed but also put a hit on his own head and turned his brother into a violent slave. Or Sareena since she was force to do his bidding for years and turned the only person who ever showed him kindness into another servant sort of as a slap to the face for her. Heck depending on the continuity or any possible au ideas, a bunch of people should be allowed to tag team on him for what he done. MK1 Ashrah was a slave to Quan Chi for years and was forced to see her sisters be the same. Bi Han was , just like Hanzo, stripped of his humanity and made into a monster for his doing and depending how you look at it Kia and Jataaka all deserve freedom from him. I don't know, personally I just want Hanzo, Kuai, Sareena, Bi Han, Kia, Jataaka, and Ashrah all team up to form an alliance and proceed to jump Quan Chi and make him pay for what he did to them and the only reason I could see them forcing an alliance besides mutual hatred and close relation with each other is if Quan Chi was incredible powerful and need a bunch of fighters to take it down. Who knows maybe NRS will see this post and use the ideas as some sort of else world story. Or maybe somebody will make a au out of this. ( Heck maybe I'll put this in my own au(once I'm done actually fleshing it out and actually started writing stories in it( seriously somebody help me I'm so fucking lost and clueless)))

[00venator]

My favourite thing about my writing is I’m making weather or not the deities and supernatural actually exist vague, and a matter of interpretation.

Is Terry actually a reincarnation of that blacksmith? Maybe, he sure dose have a lot of things in common with the blacksmith.

How are Terry and Carl alive? Just how? Idk man maybe there just very lucky.

What are they travelling through when they go through the portal? Space and time or the plain of deities, no one knows. Not even Terry the Weird Engineer Medic knows.

Characters have visions, surly that makes the existence of deities canon? Kia’s one of these characters, he’s neurodivergent coded and prolly needs meds. He could be hallucinating, he may not be: he doesn’t know himself.

[firstsprinces]

“You and Me, We Explode Through the Scene” M | Ongoing

Summary:

Up and coming television actor, Henry Fox, lands a role for the third season of the hit drama "Fast Lane", staring opposite of the series' lead actor, Alex Claremont-Diaz. Not only is Henry nervous about joining a cast who have worked closely together on the previous seasons, he's also never watched a single episode of the popular television series.

Read Chapter One Here

[badolmen]

I wish we got more moments of the Walkers being Family like. The opening of “Brave New World” where Hesh says he let Logan sleep a bit longer because he figured he could use the rest set the bar too high for the rest of the campaign. You don’t really get anything like that line again - there’s the “Sin City” and “The Ghost Killer” cutscenes as well but those are both high tension, ‘holy shit don’t hurt my brother/I am dying son but I’m proud of you’ lines. And honestly Hesh’s “All or Nothing” Rorke File where he talks about his misplaced guilt after losing Elias…it’s almost a bit weird that he doesn’t reference how Logan is handling it at all (especially considering he was the one manhandled into shooting their father).

I guess the first unlockable Rorke File where Elias talks about taking the boys to the beach counts, and Hesh’s “Logan’s got my back, and I got his. He’s my brother.” but it just feels a bit stilted compared to the natural tenderness of the “Brave New World” opening.

[thedevillionaire]

Above and Beyond

A “day in the life of” sort of thing - with a few complications, of course. Always and all ways, thank you SO much for reading. 💝

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And it’s raining.

Again. 

Or, perhaps more accurately, still, Cerberus thinks bitterly, wiping his nose with a tissue barely up to the task. First the Ice chambers and now this absolute nonsense. He hasn’t visited the mortal plane for some time, too long ago to recall precisely when, but he does remember one thing clearly – it was raining then too. Heavier, not this…endlessly drizzling drip-torture affair, but raining.

Again. Still. 

“This damnable weather,” he mutters, more to himself than either of the two awestruck, hapless Demon novices looking up at him. And he can’t for the life of him work out what led to this situation in the first place. Sheer incompetence, apparently. How is it even possible for a basic possession to go so far awry? Just vacate the damn vessel, it’s not complicated, it’s a mortal. Honestly. Ridiculous pastime, possession, anyway. He’s never understood the appeal.

It's all frankly well beneath his station, and ludicrous that he’s here. Why the hell did he agree to this? He's not been thinking clearly all day. And it’s freezing. He’s freezing. The biting windchill whips through the steady, relentless damp, embellishing it, driving it bone-deep. Of all times for both Therion and Suspiria to be away. Who schedules these things? Nobody checks anything properly, he doesn’t…even… Damn it, he is not going to sneeze again. He presses the back of his hand against his nose with significant force in an attempt to quash the rising urge. And…who the hell is this now? He sniffles.

The unexpected and unrecognised arrival doesn’t waste time introducing himself as he starts to deliver his message. “Lord DeVille. I apologise for the intrusion, but if you cou…” 

A swiftly raised index finger halts his sentence.

“Ah-HEHTSHhuu!”

“Gesundheit, my lord.”

Upon receiving an irritated, perfunctory thank you, excuse me and an impatient signal to continue, the emissary nods once in acknowledgement, and does so.

“If you could attend the Healing wards as soon as practicable. I’m afraid there’s been an incident involving Kia.”

A moment of stunned silence as the world and everything in it falls away, irrelevant, meaningless, replaced by a purity of focus vehement and singular. Cerberus, eyes newly incandescent with every bit of that infamous green fire, flicks some stray damp hair back from his face, and wastes no further time.

“Anyone attempting to contact me will burn,” he says, and in a flash of flame is gone. 

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His arrival at Healing is of course expected, and Riviera's well prepared for it. Less prepared, perhaps, for the usually imposingly stylish Demon king looking…well, more than a little sodden, really. Verging on bedraggled, she thinks, though she’d never say it. But with the look in his eyes as fiercely intent as she's ever seen, that is clearly of no priority right now, and she needs to hurry up and get down to business.

"Okay, well, the first thing you should know is that nobody hurt her, she did this to herself," she begins, adding a hasty, "Not on purpose!" at the expression that received. "No, she attempted a Media skill but unfortunately she was a bit out of her depth, and..."

Cerberus partially hears Riviera's words, taking them in as a wash of information—

...sort of like a concussion, shaken up, disoriented...

partially loses himself to trying to make sense of how things could have come to this—

Kia’s independence, her always pushing through her fears, her trust in herself, and more than that, her trust in him, he's never doubted her but she's...it's gone wrong and gods it stings that she didn’t come to him for help but he knows of course she wants to prove herself, prove she can do this on her own, that any successes would be truly hers and not due to the privilege of his assistance, but...but...

—and partially tries to resist any further surrender to...this damn...

hh-HH...

He recognises when the cause is lost quickly enough, though, turning away to cover an unstoppable, urgent couplet of sneezes in tightly crooked elbow, desperate need recurring.

“Hh-TSCHH-uu! Ah-TSSCHHhuu!"

"..thought she'd be able to manage," continues Riviera. "So we're just keeping her overnight for..."

"Huh-AHSSCHuu! *SNF!*"

"..observation," she concludes, offering him a casual blessing as he curses sotto voce, excuses himself and gathers several tissues from the box on the countertop. “You sound worse than she does, you know. Need anything for the cold?”

"I am cold, I don’t have one," Cerberus says, exasperation bringing a touch of sharpness to his tone even as encroaching congestion rips away the clarity of his consonants. It's beside the point, anyway. He blows his nose and incinerates the tissues. "Pardon me." A quick, soft sniffle. "I'm fine."

He still, for the most part, believes it. Though it would certainly be nice to be less...damp.

"So, no?" Riviera shrugs amicably. "Hm, okay." She’s not about to press him on the matter, despite the ambient temperature in Healing being notably and comfortably warm. “Anyway, um, Kia’s in – just a moment, let me check – yeah, chamber 3," she confirms, pointing down the relevant corridor. “She’s on some meds, so she might be a bit loopy, if she’s even awake.”

Cerberus acknowledges this, sniffling again, and takes another tissue from the countertop box to once more wipe his recalcitrant nose.

“You know, you’re in the right place if you change your mind about…” Riviera gives a little nod towards the tissue box. "Just saying."

“As I said, I'm fine. Thank you.”

He claims a couple more tissues as he leaves, all the same.

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His beautiful bonded looks disconcertingly fragile, impossibly delicate, in these clinical surrounds - like she's some sort of precisely crafted porcelain imitation of herself, her mass of rich chestnut waves arrayed over the pillow, framing her in a dark halo stark against the too-bright white bedlinens. She's an illusion, a transience.

She doesn't belong here. She's far too vibrant, too irrepressible for this.

Or just irrepressible enough.

Cerberus sighs and ignores the chair provided, sitting instead beside Kia on the bed, and softly caresses her face.

“I understand why you’d have wanted to try this without me, but…” His voice tender, heartfelt. Confident that whatever the problem had been, he’d have been able to fix it. “Oh, love. I wish you hadn’t.”

Kia stirs, slightly waking to his touch, or sensing his presence on some deeper than conscious level, perhaps, and with a small mm of hazy recognition, reaches out to take his hand in hers, interlacing their fingers as she does so.

He rubs his nose and sniffles again, as quietly as he’s able, and frowns slightly at the very unwelcome thought that maybe he is coming down with something after all. Can't be. It’s just too much time spent being practically refrigerated, and for no good reason. Nevertheless, surely this...overreactive ridiculousness should have settled down by now, despite everything. Does his throat hurt? He's not sure. Possibly.

His breath catches softsharply, urgently – once, twice and twice again – and with no time to extricate his hand from Kia’s, he turns as best he can to smother a rapid, desperate triplicate of sneezes, each more insistent than the last, against his shoulder. “HUHschuu! Hhh-TSSCH-uu! Hhh...hh-HH… hhAHTSSCHUU!”

Kia fully awakens to that.

“Bless you,” she purrdrawls, her voice still thick with sleep and the Healing concoctions she’d taken earlier. She gazes up at him through a mix of delight, relief, devotion, gratitude, and desire, her lucidity mutable, unpredictably shifting.

“Gods, sorry, love. Excuse me,” Cerberus says from behind the tissues he’d grabbed earlier. “Not quite the greeting I’d intended.” He sniffles, and pushes some still-damp, disarrayed hair from his eyes. “Spent almost an entire day in the Ice chambers and then an utterly senseless trip to the mortal plane in all its – *snf!* – frigid delights, and now I… *SNFF!* Well, this. If you’ll – *snf!* – pardon me a moment…” He turns aside to blow his nose.

Kia props herself up against the bedhead a little. "Not a great day for the DeVilles, huh," she says with a gently wry smile, one which Cerberus mirrors, adding a hm of accordance as he immolates the spent tissues.

"Soooo, um...you know what happened here, right?" she checks.

He confirms it with a brief nod.

"You probably think I’m crazy."

"I think you’re wonderful." The sincerity in his voice is absolute, souldeep.  “You’re so brave, darkling.”

Kia smirks. “Incredibly brave,” she quips with a flourish, recalling a very earliest time between them, and a question he’d posed that they playfully revisit every now and then.

The two complete the quote together: “Or incredibly foolish.” They both laugh about it, as they’ve done many times before.

“Yeah.” With a smile verging on wistful, Kia gently strokes Cerberus along his forearm, her expression becoming more serious. “Babe, I know you’ll always go above and beyond for me, but sometimes it’s… It’s just… I mean… You can’t always help me. You can’t just give me everything.”

“I want to.”

“Oh, sweetheart. I know.” Kia presses a loving kiss to the back of her bonded’s hand. “And I’m sorry I scared you. But I’m okay, really, I…I very am, really very really, and I’ve had lots of…” She waves a hand vaguely in the direction of the treatments on the bedside table. “..the things, and I’m not in any pain or anything so you don’t need to be here and I…I guess you should probably go home.”

A wickedsoft chuckle of refutation. “No, I’m afraid I’m going to make rather a nuisance of myself, darkling.”

Kia laughs. "Good." She grins, a little woozily. "I didn't mean it, anyway. Hmm…" She takes a section of his shirt sleeve between her fingers, briefly rubbing. "You're more wet than usual," she asserts, peering at him as if she's cracked some secret code. “Wait, did we talk about this alrea…”

She breaks off as her beloved's breath sharpcatches staccato anew; without intent she inhales deeply alongside him, her fascinated focus almost as captive as his.

“HXXTchu! Ugh…” He groans, lightly coughing convulsively from the effort of stifling. And it was doomed to fail – he knows it, and he inhales again, deep and immediate, and doesn’t bother trying it a second time. “Huh-TSSCHH-uu!” Or…or apparently a third, and after a knife-edge pause and an escalated hitching of breath, he surrenders entirely and sneezes again – powerful, ferocious. “Hhh… hh-TSSCHH-uu!” With a fierce sniffle, he presses the back of his hand against his nose with a determination verging on brutal, but the insistent itch still unsated has his breath catching again. Brow creased, he gives over, capitulating altogether to the demanding need. “AAHHTSSCHHUU! Gods, fuck.”  

Kia loses herself to assorted altered states for a moment. "Bless you, you’re so gorgeous, oh my god,” she effuses, rush-of-energy lustlaced, and sends Cerberus a Mindsent doubled-up :Bless you bless you I love you: as he excuses himself, apologises and takes a very necessary moment of recovery.

A realisation occurs to Kia, watching him now, and she voices it: a soft but matter-of-fact you’re getting a cold.

Cerberus almost manages to begin some sort of unconvincing rebuttal, but Kia holds up her hand in a gentle interruption. “It's alright, you're very sexy so you’re allowed to be a bit dumb about some stuff," she says.

She gives a light giggle at his raised eyebrow and wry shake of his head, smiling, in response. Gazing at him both sweetly and covetously for just a little longer, the spike of energy rapidly fading, the state she’s in, she mumbles you work too hard, you know as she passes him the bedside tissue box with a kiss, before closing her eyes and curling up against his chest with a soft sound of contentment.

Cerberus strokes her hair, kisses the top of her head as he embraces her.  “When you’re well, we can go through the Media process of your choosing together, if you’d like,” he murmurs.

“Nuh-uh.” She taps his arm twice in drowsy correction. “When you’re well, we can.”

A knowing, indulgent smile curves her lips, and she curls up closer still.

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[incomplete-ruler]

Okay I read survive last night so now I'm gonna give a list of updates:

I'm adopting Kenta as my 3rd son (well technically 2nd because Shiki SIL) and 6th child.

Gokuluck found family ftw.

I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE HARUKA PARALLELS (especially with kujo and sensei but Kenta's situation is definitely a lot worse).

More of a bonus update, but I really enjoyed Kenta's interaction with cozmez and them looking out for him (almost like a senpai-kouhai-type situation) since they do have similar backgrounds and personalities.

But also THAT CLIFFHANGER WAS ILLEGAL, though maybe that's because this season is the first time I have to listen to the story as it comes out.

[dreemurr-skelememer]

little emphasis: basically, i can fully imagine ink previously being a pegasus back in prismtale before he tore himself apart.

i imagined ink flying around, looking for an escape before eventually giving up and tearing himself apart.

his backstory depicted him falling so it felt very appropriate!

kinda like icarus. inkcarus, if you will

[somethingblu3]

Hook Headcannons

Okay, these are addicting.

Masterlist

This man is into blood/knife play. You can't change my mind.

Hologram Sex is a thing.

Car sex. Car sex is always his go-to. He loves it even if it's just grinding, but usually, you end up giving him a handjob since the car auto drives, and he's always so horny. I imagine his car is also always a mess. Compartments are filled with condoms/lube like he expects sex. The seats are stained with cum the entire car is just filled with trash - take-out, shopping bags (from spoiling you, of course), and other trash. He's just too lazy, even with all his money-hired help. Okay, imagine you in a maid's outfit. He would go feral.

Okay, imagine his hook on your clit - dragging it in between your folds. It's painful yet pleasurable at the same time, and of course, he does it while giving you that smirk he can't help himself. He gets off on knowing his hook - a piece of metal can get you off but also the fact that he can still be loved after he loses his hand.

Lots of intimacy when he's not using prosthetics carrying him into the bath, or bed like a bride. Sometimes, he beats himself up when he needs help. When he can't get dressed on his own, bathe himself, or fulfill other 'basic needs.'

Cleaning and restoring his prosthetics is an intimate process as well. He loves how much you care for him. You don't see him as anything less because of his loss. You go the extra mile, and that means a lot to him. He knows people use it to his advantage during fights, but you always repair his hook/other prosthetics.

When you're first together, he only takes off his prosthetics when he needs to bathe/sleep. Eventually, he accepts his stump. He loves it when you massage it, kiss it - to have that human touch. He confronts you about his nightmares and that he'll never be who he used to be, so a lot of praise - boy, does this man have a praise kink.

He's one of those people who seems like a dom is actually a sub, maybe a switch on rare occasions.

Very protective of you. Heavily monitors your home. He has his own office where he can see everyone in the house on camera. He loves watching you undress, and sometimes you give him a wink or put on a show like a strip tease. You love performing for him, especially as he is very theatrical/flamboyant.

He's a very sensitive person and very easy to tick off. You don't want to get on his bad side, which involves lots of spanking - of course, he uses his hook for his, especially to drag it near your hole and tease your clit, maybe even your breast. Maybe he would even have a paddle attachment of some kind for his hook. He's very sadistic and loves tourtue play and always wraps his belt around your neck like a collar. Safewords aren't always followed. He only stops unless you physically fight back, biting him or slapping him (which he always enjoys). Tears aren't enough for him to stop, so you've grown accustomed to wearing waterproof mascara.

Often buys you LOTS of personalized clothing items. - collars, of course (with other endearing pet names). Also loves buying expensive jewelry, the best that Neverland has to offer. He's weak when he sees something with his initial, usually a necklace.