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whoredyceps · 1 month ago

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“If you need bail, don't call me.”

» it's friday night, and you just want to let loose and forget about the feelings you've started to develop for your neighbor. when your friends suggest you all drop by the bar that said neighbor works at, you know you're in for a bizarre night.

» pairing: modern!Din Djarin x reader

» tags: au - modern day, bouncer!Din Djarin, non-descript f!reader, bar setting, alcohol consumption, violence, bar fight, reader gets grabbed/pulled, crushing, slow burn-esque

» author's note: is anyone really surprised i wrote another din fic? this is in the same universe as this fic, but it can be read as a standalone! truth be told, i want more bouncer!din so i'm sharing my hyper-fixation with you all :) a bit longer than my usual stuff and i had SO much fun writing this

You stood on the front steps of your building, your girlfriends already on the sidewalk talking about the bar you were visiting. As you closed the door behind you, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Without a second thought, you pulled it out of your pocket

➤ Be careful tonight.

A small smile spread across your face as you read the text. You were surprised Din remembered the offhand comment you made last night. As you passed each other in the hallway, you returning from work as he was headed out to start work, the two of you struck up a conversation.

"You workin' late again?" Din asked. His tall, built stature looked good in a black, long-sleeve shirt with a white club logo spread across his chest. That, along with black cargo pants that did all the right things to his hips had you looking right at his face.

Not that you weren't equally as flustered, but it was easier to get lost in those warm, brown eyes of his.

"Unfortunately. If my boss puts anymore on my plate, I'm gonna snap," you huffed with a roll of your eyes. "If I didn't love what I do, I'd leave and never return." You watched Din as he listened intently. He had a habit of watching your expression as you told him about the project you were assigned to take charge of.

"It's all for the right reasons," Din assured you. "Tomorrow's Friday, right? Make some plans and forget about work this weekend." As if this wasn't the beginning of what would be a long weekend for him. Thursday through Saturday was like a three-day-long Monday in his field. Still, he was always one to boost your morale when you needed it.

"You're right. Maybe I'll join the girls tomorrow night. Look, be careful at work, okay? I'm making a big pot of soup for this weekend, so you'll have some waiting on your counter when you get off," you told him.

"What kind? If it's another one of those recipes from your Aunt Carolyn, I'm revoking the spare key," Din warned. You found yourself in his apartment from time to time, whether to check on his cat, Grogu or leave an extra meal on the counter.

"It's a pumpkin soup recipe I found in a cookbook," you gave him a pointed look. "Anyways, go to work. If you need bail, don't call me."

You had all but forgotten the comment, but it was in Din's nature to pick up on those things. He had a knack for remembering details that even you had forgotten. You responded to his text as you made your way down the steps.

➤ I will be. I think we're going downtown. If we get home at the same time again, pretend we didn't see each other.

As you joined your friends on the street, you easily slipped into the semi-circle they had created.

"We were thinking of hitting that new bar across town," Monty suggested as you arrived. The others chimed in that they heard great things and the mention of the special they were having on drinks.

"Let's do it," you agreed. Your phone buzzed and you glanced in your pocket, just barely able to see the response.

➤ And miss my opportunity to talk with you? Not a chance.

You tried to bite back a smile. Fuck, he really did something to your head.

Din had saved your ass a few months ago when your coworker had given you the creeps. He gave a great performance, and the smoking gun came in the form of a passionate kiss in front of the man who no longer looked your way.

You were sure you had recovered from the kiss and could be completely normal about Din Djarin.

Ha. Best laid plans of Mice and Men, right?

Now, you were trying to not feel that flutter in your chest that happened every time you so much as thought about him

"We should hit that place just around the block and pregame so we party as soon as we get to the other club," Stella offered. "We're gonna take a cab anyways, so why not do a couple of lemon drops then call the cab?"

The group all agreed in varying degrees. You muttered a small 'yeah, that sounds good' as your friends already began to move in that direction. Now you had to face Din directly after receiving that text.

You decided to just let it go, and enjoy the moment. As you all turned the corner, your chest felt tighter with each step towards the bar. It was a busy spot that had been known for one too many bar fights when things got too heated inside. While it wasn't your favorite spot to grab a drink at, you got to see Din in moments like these.

Before, tonight would have been just a friend dropping by to see another friend at work. It was one of your favorite things to do when you got the chance. It was so endearing and a pleasant surprise— you know, before you experienced the cataclysmal feeling that was Din Djarin's kiss.

The girls filtered into the bar and you held the door open for them. Each of them took out their licenses for the bouncer you almost didn't want to look at. His chuckle was enough to break your will, the way your head snapped in Din's direction. Your friend made a witty joke that had him shaking his head as he gave a lighthearted laugh.

You watched as he took each ID and examined it as he listened to the group. If you knew Din, he was also listening for any excitement in the bar. He took his job very seriously, which you had learned early on.

When the two of you first began exchanging work stories, he mentioned what it was like to do his job. Every time he came to dinner with a work story, you listened with bated breath. He spared no detail, which you appreciated.

"We don't serve your kind here," Din held his hand out for your ID. "Don't take kindly to you." You smiled and rolled your eyes as you handed it to him. His warm gaze felt searing hot, the smirk on his lips tattooed into your skull. How had one simple kiss put you into such a tailspin?

"What kind is that, Djarin?" You smirked and snatched your ID out of his hand once he gave it back to you. He chuckled again as his arms crossed over his chest.

"Deadly. Now go have fun, and don't make come find you," Din winked. All of the girls thanked him before they headed straight for the bar. You watched them glance over their shoulders, the way they noticed you lingered behind.

"You shmooze all the ladies that come in?" You kept your usual demeanor when you talked to him. At least, you tried. You looked less at his face and more at anything else you could put your eyes on.

"Part of the job," Din shrugged. "What, is it working on you?" While you rolled your eyes again, you knew that deep down, it was.

"In your dreams. We're just pregaming here, then we're taking a cab to that place on 22nd," you explained. Din never took his eyes off of you as you spoke to him. He nodded along as if he had been hooked on every word that came out.

"Sounds thrilling," Din gave a straight-laced look. You gently smacked his arm.

"It will be. Bye, Din." You adjusted your purse over your shoulder. With a smile and a wave of a hand, you began to head back to your friends. Before you got too far, you felt a warm hand on your arm that stopped you in your tracks. Without a word, you turned over your shoulder to look at Din.

"If you need bail, don't call me." The shit-eating grin on his face sent you whirling around and playfully smacking his chest. For a moment, he was just your stupid friend who happened to live across the hall. Not whatever your mind had morphed him into.

"You're a dick! Bye!" You both laughed as you finally left him to keep at his job. Your mind reeled on your way to the bar, which your friends had settled at. Silently, you slipped into the group and ordered a drink.

"Is that the guy you're head over heels for?" Monty asked once you settled next to her. You bit your lower lip and nodded.

"Yeah, that's the one. God, that kiss really did me in. Why did he have to be so chivalrous?" You leaned your arms on the bar, your fingers fiddling with a napkin.

"He's got a thing for you," Quinn chimed in next to you. "I saw the way he looked at you." You bit back a groan; you were sure your friends were trying to kill you.

"Enough of this! Can we discuss it at the place he doesn't work at? You know, in front of his coworkers." You motioned to the woman who stood behind the bar, right in earshot as she made a drink. She seemed to be focused on the cocktail, but you knew how to listen while looking oblivious.

"We're talking about this in the cab. That's the compromise." Monty's look left you little room to argue back. You sighed and muttered that you'd talk about it in the cab before you took a long swig of your drink.

The conversation finally steered to Stella's thesis work, and you were thankful. It was nice to take your mind off of the whole thing, if only for a drink or two. You were also thankful your view of Din was obscured by the patrons that seemed to pour in.

As you listened to Melrose finish her review of the new movie she watched, you noticed a shift in the corner of your eye. You turned and realized it was two men at the end of the bar whose voices began to rise over each other. They were throwing arms around and shifting as the dispute began to grow.

"Oh shit, bar fight! We get to see the boyfriend in action," Stella winked as she leaned on the bar to watch.

You began to retort that he wasn't your boyfriend when you felt a sharp yank as you were almost dragged out of your seat. You yelped in pain and stumbled to your feet. Before you could gather the words to say, you quickly realized you were grabbed by people wrapped in the fight.

"That's enough." You had only heard that voice once, and it sent a shiver down your spine. While you knew things weren't in your favor at the moment, you knew you had Din to show up when you needed him most.

Whoever had grabbed your arm, a patron who egged on whatever argument was at hand, suddenly let you go as he was dragged off the stool next to you. Din held him by the back of his shirt and slammed them forward, his chest thudded as it hit the metal rod on the edge of the bar. You jumped back right in time before the man landed at your feet. He was still conscious, but barely.

You stood frozen against the bar, your eyes on Din as he turned towards the idiots who were in a slapfight. Even the ache in your arm couldn't pull you away from the sight of him shoving them out of the bar. He moved with such intensity, his face set in a hard scowl as his hands threw them both out of the front door.

As soon as the men were sent out, Din right behind them, the patrons quickly tried to return back to their previous activities. You took a moment to reorient yourself before you moved your arm. It strung, but it wasn't anything serious.

"Are you okay? That looked so painful," Monty guided you away from the man who was laid out at your feet. You nodded, your injured arm tucked close to your body.

"I'm okay. I'm just thankful he didn't pop my arm out of the socket. That was terrifying," you muttered the last part under your breath. "What was that guy even thinking? Neither of us were involved in the fight."

"We should just leave. I think we'd be better off at the other club anyways." You felt your stomach lurch at the notion. The bar fight put a sour taste in your mouth, and you worried that if a fight broke out at the other club, you wouldn't have a 6'2 bouncer who felt like your own personal guard dog.

"Yeah, let's get out of here. Next time, no pregaming," Stella suggested before she turned to you. "You okay? You still wanna go out?" She wore a calm expression, a soft smile that made you feel better.

"I won't let some idiot ruin my night. Let's bounce." You gathered yourself and led the girls out of the bar. Din wasn't back at his usual post, and you hadn't noticed him amongst the crowd, which meant he was probably still outside.

You were right. Din stood at the edge of the sidewalk as he talked to one of the men. He had that same intense look, and you weren't sure what he was saying, but it looked harsh from where you stood. Monty went to flag down a cab while the other girls moved to steer clear of the scene.

Din glanced up when he noticed you moving with your friends. He said something and clapped the guy's shoulder as he pushed past him. You stayed in your spot, feet glued to the ground. As he got closer, your heart began to hammer in your chest.

"You okay? I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner. Got warned about barreling through bystanders," Din muttered the last bit to himself as he looked you over. You felt his gaze on you, the way his hand gingerly brushed over the bruise that had begun to form.

"I'm okay. You know, if you keep saving my ass, I'm gonna start getting used to it," you joked. You hoped a little humor would ease some of the tension between his shoulders. It didn't, but you noticed the way they shifted up and down as he huffed out a single chuckle.

"Then that means I'm doing something right. You still gonna go out?" Din let go of you before he crossed his arms over his chest. He was a wall of a human from top to bottom, wide chest and thick legs that demanded space.

You nodded and adjusted your bag on your shoulder. Even as you spoke, the ache in your arm dulled. By tomorrow, you would have a bruise and feel a bit tender. You had faced worse on a Friday night.

"I'm not gonna let some idiot ruin all the fun," you assured him. "I didn't do all of this just to go home early." You motioned to your outfit and hair. Din's chuckle rang in your ears, past the whistle of the windy night and the sound of the city nightlife around you.

"Atta girl," Din gave a slight smile. "Go have fun. Don't let some jerk-off take that away." You didn't try to hide your smile as you looked at him. Fuck, he looked just as hot here as he did when he stepped in to help you.

"Thank you. Have a good night at work. Hopefully, you'll do a lot less of that tonight." You motioned to the man he had spoken to, who was ranting to his friends who had gone out to talk to him. Din gave a slight shrug in response.

"Let's not ask for miracles," he said.

"Hey, our cab is here," Stella called to you. You assured her you were coming and looked back to the bouncer.

"Good night, Din." You hugged yourself as you slowly stepped away from him. As you took a step back, he took a step toward you. You quickly realized Din was walking you to the cab, especially when his hand lightly touched your lower back as you climbed in. He held the car door open and leaned in.

"Call me when you get back to the house, if you remember," Din told you before he looked at your friends. "Be careful. Keep an eye out, okay?" The girls all chimed in with various assurances and thanks. He glanced back down at you, his eyes lingered on you for a moment.

"I'll call you," you replied. Before he closed the door, he held the top of the cab and leaned down to kiss your cheek. It was brief, and you felt the scratch of his beard before you even registered that his lips were against your skin. By the time it clicked, the door had been closed shut and the car started down the road.

"Yeah, he definitely doesn't have feelings for you," Monty said sarcastically.

"He's so in love, it's kind of cute." Melrose grinned as she clasped her hands together. She was the hopeless romantic of the group. Most of the time, you just brushed off her musings but this one sunk into your mind, as did every other comment your friends offered.

The talk of Din and his actions was the hot topic for the rest of the night. You had given up on trying to stop them after you made it to the second bar. Instead, you had another drink and chimed in when it was appropriate.

While they stayed on it for some time, the conversation finally redirected to another subject and you swore you could have cried from relief. Your mind was trying to piece together any bits of logic you could grasp, but every piece of evidence from the girls only made it more confusing.

By whatever luck, everyone agreed that it was time to dance and actually enjoy the night out. You let your mind slip as you joined your friends on the dance floor. Between the music and cocktails, you finally felt the weight lift off your shoulders. For the rest of the night, you let go and do what you had intended to from the start. Have fun with your friends.

As much fun as it was, you had hit your wall once the buzz had finally worn off. You and Quinn were the first to leave, a plan to share a cab because the two of you were on the same street. The rest of the group decided to stay out a bit later, which you wished them the best of luck on. You hailed a cab once you and Quinn made it outside.

"For the record, I think you and Din would be nice together," Quinn said once the two of you had settled into the car. You looked up from your phone and smiled.

"You think so?" You asked. Quinn nodded, though they didn't tear their eyes away from the window as they said it.

"I do. You two have something that I don't think either of you can see." You tried to decipher what they meant, but without their expression to go off of, you were lost.

"I think I understand what you mean," you wondered aloud. "I don't see it, but I can feel it. When I'm around him, it feels like there's a live wire in my chest. Ever since that stupid kiss, it's like I get a hot flash and my legs feel fucking useless."

"Sounds like something you don't want to admit." Quinn glanced at you before they let the cab driver know their apartment was the first building on the next road coming up. Their expression said it all.

You were falling in love. You were fucked.

"I hate it when you're cryptic and correct," you grumbled.

The cab rolled to a stop once at Quinn's building. You exchanged a quick goodbye hug before they headed upstairs. Once they were inside, the cab continued to the other end of the block where you lived. You paid the driver and gathered your things before you headed inside.

As you stepped into the elevator, you called Din as promised. It was rang once before the other line picked up.

"Calling it a night so early? It's barely even 2am." You practically heard his smirk through the receiver.

"What can I say? My party animal days are behind me," you mused. "Now, the exciting part of my night is going home and getting into my pajamas." Din knew well enough that you weren't one to party all night.

"Yeah? Me too." You shared a chuckle at his comment. You tucked your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you unlocked the door to your apartment. It was a welcoming sight after the night you'd had.

"You only have a few more hours to push through," you assured him. "I wanted to thank you for getting that guy off of me. I still don't understand why he grabbed me. It's not like either of us were part of the fight." You heard some shuffling on Din's side, the music growing more distant.

"That happens, unfortunately. Idiots with nothing else to do find a way to center the fights around themselves. They're willing to take others down with them, and you were caught in the crossfire." There was a brief silence before Din spoke again.

"I wish I had gotten there sooner. The fact that you even got hurt at all is bullshit," he sighed. You were able to pick out something in his voice, but it was hard to pinpoint. Most would have taken it as regret, but you knew Din's tone. It was regret, mixed with... anger, maybe?

"It could have been a lot worse," you pointed out. "The guy could've tossed me clear across the bar and I'd have a broken skull." You hoped the absurdity was enough to get a chuckle out of Din, but the gruff noise he made told you he did not find it amusing.

"I'd rather not think about what else could have happened." You put your phone on the speaker as you shuffled around your apartment. As you talked, you went through the motions of your personal closing shift. Everything was locked up, and you headed straight for your bedroom.

"Then lets drop it," you offered. "I'm okay and in one piece. There were no other fights at the club, if it makes you feel any better." You peeled off your outfit and dug around in your drawer for a set of pajamas.

"Good. Your friends had fun? Did you have fun?" Din asked. You smiled, now donned in an oversized shirt and a set of shorts.

"We had a lot of fun. They all gushed over you, you know? You're like their knight in black cargo pants," you mused. "If you're looking to catch someone's eye, just break up a bar fight." You heard a slight chuckle on the other side of the receiver.

"Good to know. Yeah, Bo told me she overheard you and your friends." You felt a pit in your stomach. You knew better than to mention your feelings in public, let alone a foot away from one of Din's friends. How were you going to handle this?

"Yeah? What did she tell you?" You tried to remain calm and collected, but internally, you were on red alert. How long had he been sitting on this information? What information was he even sitting on? Questions swirled around in your head as you crawled under the covers.

"She mentioned something about 'head over heels' and 'chivalrous', but that was it. Why, got something to confess?" You heard his smile through the phone. He had to know more than he was letting on. If he knew you were the one lamenting about your crush on him, you'd lay in traffic.

"Oh, fuck off. Don't you have a job to do or something? Another person to save from a bar brawl?" You tried to deflect from the magnifying glass that was Din's question.

"Alright, alright. I'll conceded," Din sounded amused. "I need to get back to work. Dinner at my place tomorrow?" It felt like a game of cat and mouse, the way you barely slipped out of the grasp of his claws. If he knew, he wasn't letting on and you weren't going to stick your nose in the one place you shouldn't.

"I'll be there. Good night, and don't do anything stupid. Leave that to the patrons." You turned out the lamp on your bedside table, the only light in the room came from the glow of your phone.

"I'll try to remember that. Good night, sweetheart." Din hung up shortly after. You stared at the phone as the call ended and it quickly faded to black. He had never called you that before. Hell, outside of your name and dumbass, he didn't call you much of anything.

Sweetheart?

You collapsed onto the pillow with a sigh and a hammering heart. Yeah, you were done for.

You were in love Din Djarin.

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v3nomly · 8 months ago

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𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

• characters — Cregan Stark ; Jacaerys Velaryon ; Benjicot/Davos Blackwood ; GN Reader

• synopsis — The boys are all fun to play games with, each for different reasons.

• tags & warnings — !modern AU, gaming

• a/n — Thought of a few quick headcanons for our !modern HOTD boys and figured I'd share! My requests are open!!

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— 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤

Cregan would play anything that makes you happy. Want to play Minecraft, he’s on the hunt for whatever building material you need. He wouldn’t even get upset when you have so many pet wolves that it begins to lag the server.

You’ll also play games like Stardew Valley together and he’ll diligently do all the tedious jobs like fishing and mining so that you can be a cute little farmer.

— 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧

Jace likes a lot of single-player games, mostly strategy or survival games. On occasion, you may play a horror game together. Jacaerys always screams like he’s actually in danger and it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.

When you want to play something more casual, you always find yourself on Roblox. His guilty pleasure is dress-up games. He’s oddly competitive and starts arguing with the other players. Nothing makes him more annoyed than people who don’t understand the fucking theme.

— 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐬 / 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

Davos is that sweaty gamer who only plays FPS games. He most definitely takes the game wayyyy too seriously and rages whenever he’s doing badly. Davos plays to win and he can’t stand having shitty teammates who somehow manage to be more useful dead than alive.

You can’t even say he’s wrong when he starts flaming teammates, because he’s unironically so fucking good at every FPS he picks up. No matter what, he never shit-talks you–bottom frag or top drag it doesn’t matter–you’re doing great in his eyes.

#cregan stark x you #cregan x reader #cregan stark x reader #jacerys x reader #jacerys velaryon x reader #davos blackwood x you #benjicot x reader #benjicot blackwood x reader #benjicot blackwood x y/n #hotd x reader #˗ˋˏ꒰ঌ ven writes

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wangxianficrecs · 4 months ago

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Rewind 2024 - A few more recs...

WangxianFicRecs - Rewind 2024

Before the year ends, here are a few more recs of stories of 2024 that found their way into our inbox! I wish you all a Happy New Year and hope, that we can discover lots of fun fanfics next year as well! - Kay

Follower Recs

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Think I've missed the 2024 Rewind follower recs but I've been absolutely loving this story!

WIP Modern Cultivators AU where WWX and LWJ have just agreed to a betrothal contract - for supposedly purely political reasons but in actuality because they fell hard and fast for each other during the prior fic in the series. POV switches between the two of them as they face up to (and increasingly embrace) the concept of being cared for and loved for being exactly who they are. Beautiful writing and brilliant characterisation, every update feels like a treat ☺️ @slothwithwifi

🔒 I'm Much Older Than I Thought I'd Be

by MajorEnglishEsquire (@chuckwinchester)

E, WIP, 81k, Wangxian

Summary: “Now. Before we break for the evening, as the topic has arisen between Lan Xichen and myself, directly, in accordance with an inquiry from the Lans,” Uncle passes him the copy of a draft agreement. “I wonder if you recall your lessons on the cross-clan arrangement of cultivation partnerships.” Picks up after The Further I Go, The Less I Know.

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Hello! I want to submit this fic for Rewind because I love cherry magic AU and lwj pov is so rare. It’s very funny to listen to wwx pining in his head and lwj panicking over it. - Anon

My Heart is Yours to Fill or Burst

by anancites (@ananc1tes)

E, 67k, Wangxian

Summary: On his 30th birthday, Lan Zhan gets struck by a mysterious curse: suddenly he's a mind reader! As much as he dislikes most people talking too much, hearing their unfiltered thoughts is even worse. To top it all off, he learns that his old friend Wei Ying might not be flirting with him just to be a nuisance. He might be flirting with Lan Zhan because he's actually really into him? (a WangXian AU very loosely inspired by Cherry Magic)

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Delightfully hilarious. I read it over a month ago and still laugh sometimes when I think about wwx in this. @alyseofwonderland

Living Art

by relenafanel (@relenafanel)

E, 8k, Wangxian

Summary: Broke artist Wei Wuxian takes a hard look at his finances and shrugs his way into becoming a content creator on OnlyFans. Jiang Cheng sighed. “These columns are negotiable. If you want to keep this subscription, you have to replace something to break even.” Wei Wuxian stared at the spreadsheet. He hummed in thought. “I need to break even.” “Yes.” “In order to keep my OnlyFans subscription I need $65 a month. On OnlyFans.” “No,” Jiang Cheng said quickly. “If I become a content creator and earn $65 a month--” “I am begging you--” “Then I can keep the subscription. Thanks A-Cheng!” The account in question? Hanguang Jun's Reading Livestreams.

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🔒 Only with Time

by adrian_kres (@Bichen-Suibian)

E, WIP, 66k, Wangxian

Summary: Thirteen years ago, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were arranged to be married as is tradition. Throughout their thirteen-year-long "courtship," things were not always as they seemed. Now, newly married, old secrets have ripped open wounds they thought were closed, and they must work together to rebuild a trust they never had and a love they always did but couldn't see. Told from alternating points of view between LWJ and WWX with frequent flashbacks to memories of their "courtship". Updates weekly.

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Proud Author Spotlight

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I can't believe I almost forgot to shout-out my own fic that I started this year! It's a modern AU with cultivation where Wei Wuxian loses his hand, gets taken in my Wen Qing and her family, starts a prosthetic start-up and schemes to take down Wen Ruohan from the shadows feat. Wen Yuan having a big sister, Wen Zhuliu redemption and all the Found Family vibes!

Black Sun

by thelastdboy (@thelastdboyy)

E, WIP, 51k, Wangxian

Summary: Within one afternoon, the Yunmeng Jiang Clan became a mere branch of the Wen Clan. They lost their estate, all of their assets, and Wei Wuxian – He lost an arm. All to appease Wen Ruohan. To the Jiangs, the name Wen became a curse to be hissed out between gritted teeth. To Wei Wuxian, the name Wen became something dear after Wen Ning and Wen Qing saved his life and took him in. Years later, Wen Ruohan and his sons have long since died under mysterious circumstances and Wei Wuxian has been branded a traitor to the high society of the cultivation world. Together with the remaining Wens, he turned to the civilian world and revolutionized the medical field by developing prosthetics controlled by spiritual energy. Enter: Lan Wangji. After their fight against the Tulu Xuanwu, his leg never really recovered. Years of countless surgeries and feeling as if he was living inside a gilded cage while being patronized by his family passed, until Lan Wangji finally took his chance and absconded. To Yiling.

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for these hard-working authors if you like – or think others might like – these stories.)

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metalbvcky · 1 month ago

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Beautiful Dangerous

Did I ever think I'd be writing a darkfic such as this? No, never. But it's been fun as hell so far, and honestly, a great change of pace after writing 30k (and counting) of my medical AU. HEED THE WARNNGS! This is a WIP and I'm not sure how many chapters there will be yet.

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: Explicit Warnings: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings Tags: Modern No Powers, Cabin Fic, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Posessive Behavior, Stockholm Syndrome, Age Difference, Dark Steve, Top Steve/Bottom Bucky (check AO3 for all tags)

Bucky's Birthday Bash — Prompt: Slave Bucky is sad he doesn't have a birthday. Master Steve reminds him to be grateful for what he does have. Bonus points for a very young Bucky. @dark-stucky Stucky Bingo — N5: AU: Evil Steve @stuckybingo

Summary

Steve is a ruthless, hard-headed man who always gets what he wants. Whether in combat or at the local club, the singular thing on Steve’s mind will continue to fester until it’s in his rightful hands. No one tells him otherwise.

Rural cabin life can be freeing but lonely. The lack of connection with another person is unignorable, as well as the sexual, sadistic urges that frequent Steve’s everyday thoughts.

Then this boy, Bucky, falls into his lap and changes his entire world. The moment Steve catches sight of the boy's long dark hair, the beauty in those gray-blue eyes, Steve knows this won't just be a one night stand.

Some say he was never a perfect soldier.

But a depraved man.

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#stucky fanfic #stucky fic #stucky fanfiction #stucky #stevebucky #stevebucky fanfic #stucky smut #dark steve rogers #darkfic #writing tag

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tackytigerfic · 2 months ago

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Writer interview game

Thank you to my pals @arminaa8, @citrusses, @garagepaperback, @houndsinhades, @sorrybutblog, @sweet-s0rr0w, @wholahoop for tagging me - as always i'm deeply late to the party, due to an anxious few weeks/horridly busy work month! so love being tagged in these things though, i appreciate you all and loved reading yours.

how many works do you have on ao3? 69 😏 under tacky and 2 under BrassTacks (the account I set up when I was going to migrate all my fics over to a new name for some reason)

what's your total ao3 word count? 679,422 (nervous laughter) (also this is just the tacky account)

your top 5 stories by kudos? (a clear indication that kudos count means fuck all imo, three of the five of these are very much not my best imo - but which three?!)

If It Takes All Night (E, 11k)

A Lick and a Promise (E, 55k)

Modern Love (E, 62k)

And One To Play (E, 22k)

Through the Window, Clear Skies (M, 1.4k)

do you respond to comments? I used to reply to all, then i fell hugely behind with Modern Love, and then life got exceptionally busy and for ages it was either reply to comments or write new fics. i am currently working my way through comments on my new long fic though - really trying to catch up, albeit slowly.

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? People might say my MCD fic Last Offices. I would say The Quiver of a Heartstring.

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? First Watch, imo - i think they really had to work for their happy ending, and also it's a double Drarry happy ending

do you write crossovers? I have a rough idea for an F1 crossover based on the Grosjean fiery crash/coming back wrong trope

have you ever received hate on a fic? a few times, that stuff doesn't really bother me though. personal unpleasantnesses are much harder to deal with but luckily don't happen often.

do you write smut? yes i do! it's something i've been actively working on improving, in fact. my most recent fic Standing in the Way is probably my best (though the sex scene at the end of First Watch was the one I found most satisfying in terms of the resolution of the fic)

have you ever had a fic stolen? yes, had a few put on that AI voice-recorded site recently.

have you ever had a fic translated? yes, a few - always a great honour as i see translation as an art in itself

have you ever co-written a fic before? yes! and it was very fun. Body Electric with @shealwaysreads and the Dreaming Skies Dronarry fics with @sweet-s0rr0w

what's your all-time favorite ship? look i've been reading drarry since around 2002 so...

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? Dudley with a magical baby/forced marriage/drarry on the run after Muggles find out about magic. MoD Harry who keeps dying but not for good having to go retrieve Draco from death. Draco going through the Veil to get Sirius back. Vicar Harry that I started years ago and would probably need a full rewrite. Caravan park worker Draco in a holiday camp in France. Seer Ron. I have lots. Though I do hope to finish them at some point!

what are your writing strengths? probably immediacy of emotions/ a strong visual style?

what are your writing weaknesses? sloppiness, sameiness, trying to be concise but just making it dull. getting discouraged at never being as good as the writers i really admire.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? i... don't really have many? if someone in the story speaks a foreign language and doesn't speak english then I'd find a native speaker to help me translate their dialogue. I would never write an accent/dialect phonetically a la JKR though (RIP Fleur and Hagrid, you deserved better)

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? F1!! I have two WIPs, a Maxiel non-racing AU where Daniel owns an organic farm shop and Max is a finance bro who makes friends with him and joins his 11-a-side amateur footie team and they hook up on a stag do while dressed as mariokart characters, and a Galex fic with Vicar!George.

what's your favorite fic you've ever written? First Watch! I think it's a really good fic (relative to my writing i mean), it does exactly what i hoped it would, and the people who like it seem to really genuinely love it, which is the best feeling. Also I do love the Voldemort-Wins trope and we don't have a huge amount in Drarry so I'm happy I wrote one.

Since I'm so late I'm not sure who's done this already (will try a few F1 pals too in case this hasn't reached you yet) @beloved-child-of-the-house @boxboxlewis @disarmd @elskanellis @epitomereally @faiell @kendra-vendetta @maesterchill @magicalrocketships @powerful-owl @saxamophone @skeptiquewrites

#rowing and chatting #drarry #writer interview game

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iphyslitterator · 18 days ago

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Director's cut ask - all the drabbles. Just how? I am in awe.

Good lord, this is flattering coming from you 😳 Answer behind the cut, because I actually have a lot to say about how I approach the drabble writing.

The secret is, on your first pass when it's running long, you're not trying to pare down words, you're trying to pare down ideas. There is an element of fidgeting with the word count at the end, but the central task is to figure out the actual most important thing you want to say and stay focused on that core idea.

And you can jettison so much scene-setting to accomplish this. I spent way too much time on "find" trying to figure out the logistics of the helicopter crash before realizing no one cares. Give the reader just enough to understand that Eddie and Tommy were in a crash together, and focus on the core of the drabble, which is Eddie lying to Tommy to keep him alive.

"volunteer" was a turning point for me with learning how to sneak in scene description: I kept trying to start with "Tommy is at his parents' place for a New Year's Eve party" before realizing I could go out of order. We start in medias res with dialogue (much more dynamic); the second paragraph illuminates the first paragraph/clarifies the situation; the fourth paragraph establishes exact time/occasion; the fifth paragraph finally zooms out to show we're at a party at the moment it becomes relevant. And I don't have to describe the room, because it doesn't matter! We're not building an elaborate set here, this is early modern staging: a big empty stage with just enough props and scenery for the audience to understand the action. Come to think of it, my eight years and counting of amateur living room theater may have contributed to my process here.

(Tbqh I thought "volunteer" and "foster" were so good and so tight that I was intimidated for a while because I didn't think I could live up to them.)

My two main goals every day, which I think I usually met, were: It should never feel like I ran out of words; and, the prompt word should always feel natural (phrased to myself as "is this a sentence I would write?"). The second one got trickier once I felt committed to continuing the fight about gay shit every day: "prologue" was a gift; "moon" was really hard, but I kind of love where it ended up. Early on I liked finding counterintuitive prompt interpretations ("pole", "foster"), but later I was guided more by deciding what vibe I wanted to write that day, or letting the prompt help me select one of the ideas I had in reserve.

Speaking of vibes, I loved the freedom to mix it up every day. I wrote angst, fluff, and smut; prosaic, lyrical, and humorous; I played with multiple Tommy backstories, experimented with historical AUs (e.g. "captain"; talk about a worldbuilding efficiency challenge), wrote some Tomney and even some Eddietommy. It was such a fun way to practice skills and try new things!

I gained a vivid appreciation for Omitting Needless Words, which can only be useful going forward. It did get me in trouble with "approach", which I had to take down and re-upload thirty seconds later because I'd accidentally deleted a load-bearing dialogue tag: "she says" was the only indication of Buck's daemon's gender. When I had the time and energy to tinker with complete drabbles, I would look for words that weren't doing much of anything and see if I could fit in another idea. My favorite example is in "pressure": changing "person who won't care" to "person who doesn't ask" suddenly evoked DADT and thus the weight of Tommy's history and a hypothetical future of queer invisibility for Buck that does not exist in a vacuum. The reader may not notice, but it's there!

Finally, endings. I usually tried to end with a stinger of some sort, but I was even more obsessed with the rhythm of the closing lines. This means an absurdly high percentage end with ["dialogue," dialogue tag, "dialogue"]. It's repetitive, but sue me, I think it sounds good.

So that's how I thrived with a word limit! I loved making my little stories, and I'm still really struggling to write longer stuff. But I'm excited that I've given myself permission to keep writing drabbles when the mood strikes; several times now, I've set out to write a meta post and decided I could do it in 118 words instead. I guess I've found my niche 🥰

fanfic director's cut game

#i didn't stick to first person singular in this post but obviously i'm just talking about my own process #this was really fun to analyze thanks!#my writing

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partyanimal167 · 1 year ago

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A Win-Win Situation PT 2- Rayleigh x F!Reader

Part One

Hello~ I've been chilling all day, and I wasn't sure what I was going to write on my days off, but I got a request for a continuation! So how could I saw no especially considering it's Rayleigh 😊

CW: modern au, black fem reader, age gap, suggestive, daddy kink, half-assed jealousy trope, brat taming, spanking, established relationship, MDNI

Things were certainly different now. Your car was always in perfect condition even though you rarely drove it. Your boyfriend was sweet and always considerate of you. Life was good, so you were a bit surprised to see the man react the way he did.

It took you over a week to realize that Rayleigh had been courting you. Sure, the way things turned out wasn't necessarily common, but maybe all those orgasms fogged up your mind since mechanics don't normally drive you home after leaving your car at the shop.

You were a bit confused when you arrived a few days later to a car that certainly had more work done than originally planned: tires rotated, new catalytic converter, washed and waxed, and an oil change. You were further confused when the price for the repair was certainly less than what you were quoted.

"Come on now sweetheart, you thought I wouldn't keep my word?" Rayleigh had winked.

You didn't know what to think, but the dots finally connected when the man showed up to your house with a fresh bouquet of flowers and asked to take you out on a date.

"Told ya, I'd fix that boyfriend problem."

And things just came so easily. You two got along great, and it was kind of nice learning about the older man and all his journeys. He always beamed at you when you talked about your day or your plans for when you were off next. Rayleigh always made sure to spoil you no matter what.

Even now, he was all smiles from a corner as he watched you play pool with Shanks, Scopper, and some of the other rascals he had known over time. It wasn't an upscale bar, but the neighborhood joint had seen their patronage for years. People came and went to enjoy a glass and have some fun.

Your shot is getting better, Rayleigh thought to himself. He hummed away in admiration until he saw a hot-shot your age approach you. The young man smiled and shook your hand before placing a peck on it. Rayleigh could tell you didn't think much of it since you went on talking with the man animatedly, and he showed you a couple of trick shots.

You decided to take a breather and joined Rayleigh at his table. "Having fun, sweetie?"

You nodded as you hugged onto the man's arm. "Yeah! I was just talking to this guy over there. It seems like we ended up going to the same school."

Rayleigh hummed. "Oh really? Did you know him?"

You shook your head. "Not really. We just-,"

"Here's a tequila sunrise from the gentleman at the bar." the drink was placed in front. You both looked up, and the man winked from afar and waved.

"Oh jeez," you chuckled nervously.

"Go ahead and enjoy it, princess. I don't mind."

"Really?"

"Mmhm."

The two of you sat and chatted away, but Rayleigh couldn't get over the slight glances in your direction--the ones you were totally oblivious to with your back turned. Rayleigh laughed at a joke you made and took a deep breath.

"Oi! We startin' another game! I'm feeling lucky," Shanks waved you over back to the pool tables.

You finished off your drink and looked up expectantly at your man. "Wanna come with?"

"In a minute," You went off across the bar, and Rayleigh couldn't help but watch the way your hips swayed with each step and the peek of skin just above your belt. Rayleigh polished off his beer.

"I'm shocked she'd be into an old geezer like you. You must be rich."

Rayleigh turned and looked up to see the cocky young man standing in front of him--peering down. "I don't like what you're implying, young man. You don't seem to have a problem spending some change on her." Never mind, that the drink had top shelf liquor. Rayleigh could get you that and more if you just said the word.

"Hey, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I hope I can be pulling baddies in my golden years, but I'll take her off your hands for now."

Rayleigh knew he had to keep his calm. He wasn't really concerned about you ditching him. You two had a good thing going. More so, with Shanks and the crews here, things could get messy quickly. Rayleigh didn't feel like being banned from this bar again.

"Just watch." So Rayleigh did uninterestedly as you played on with the boys and laughed and smiled. A competition of sorts started with you and Buggy against the young guy and his friend.

In between turns, you sipped another free drink and cracked jokes. Rayleigh was hot under his skin, but he felt his eye twitch when he saw the man "squeeze" by you and placed his hand on your hip for a brief moment. Rayleigh rolled his eyes. How corny.

So he stood up to join the group and caught you in a hug as you cheered. "We won, babe!"

The old man chuckled as some of his hair moved into his face and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Good job sweetie. I told you you'd get better."

You giggled before grabbing your things. Rayleigh watched as you realized something. You grabbed pen and scribbled on a napkin. "So cool to meet you again! Hopefully we'll run into each other soon." you handed it to the guy and kissed his cheek.

Rayleigh felt the last strike tick, and he caught Shank's glance while you said bye to everyone. Rayleigh knew he probably looked the same, but Shanks knew. He grinned with amusement and mouthed, 'Be nice to the girl.'

Rayleigh smiled as he helped you into your jacket. He smiled as he walked to his car and opened the door for you. He smiled as he drove and you both sat in comfortable silence.

You had no idea.

~~~

"Say it again."

"I'm sorry, daddy!"

"What are you sorry for, dear?"

"I'm sorry for being a slut!" you wailed as you the spankings finally ended.

"Mmm, I don't know what you mean. I'm a good girl." you pouted and chuckled.

Rayleigh smiled too sweetly as he flipped you onto your back and trapped you from above. Tears peeked out of your eyes, and you looked all soft and innocent. But the grin was telling a different story. "Tch, you should be nice sweetheart. You shouldn't go leading another man on just to anger daddy." he chided.

"Oh, you're lying now too?" Rayleigh shook his head as he kissed his teeth. "I've spoiled you too much. Seems I need to fuck the brat out of you. Give me my good girl back, slut." Rayleigh. grunted before bringing your lips together.

Rayleigh knew you weren't sorry now, but by the time he'd be done with you, you'd know not to try his patience again. But no matter, you had the fun of teasing the old man and the roughed up sex that came after.

Easy win-win

I was this close 🤌🏾 to making this a threesome with Shanks lol, but I couldn't get my brain to do it. So we'll hog ol' Rayleigh for ourselves.

@dannie-pooh28

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #silvers rayleigh #dark king rayleigh #one piece x reader #rayleigh x reader #modern au #mine #part two #one piece imagine #fem reader #black fem reader #one piece x fem reader #one piece x you #partyanimal167 #animatedglittergraphics-n-more

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justabigoldnerd · 1 month ago

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20 Questions with a Fanfic Author

Thank you so much @kcscribbler and @cha-melodius for the tags!!

1. How many works on AO3?

98, so far!

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

554,808 (honestly lower than I expected!)

3. Top 5 Fics by Kudos

"Eddie, I Want You To Marry Me" - Stranger Things

"Arwen or Aragorn?" - Stranger Things

"My Very Thoughts Are Cursed" - EPIC: The Musical

"The Injury of Finally Knowing You" - The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

"Slip Inside The Eye of Your Mind" - Gravity Falls

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Most actively, "The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)", but I have fics published for "The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (TV)", "Stranger Things", "Our Flag Means Death", "Gravity Falls", "EPIC: The Musical", and technically "The Lone Ranger" lol, I also have a very long unpublished "MARVEL" fic

5. Do you respond to comments?

I always try to!!

6. Angstiest Ending?

DEFINITELY "For Death Is Not The Worst Of Evils", it is my only permanent Major Character Death fic

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

Either "To Find Someone To Talk To, Who Likes The Way I Am" or "To Grow Old In Simplicity" I think

8. Do you get hate?

I'm lucky enough to never have received any 💕

9. Do you write smut?

YES I'm a horny asexual who loves to explore the psychology of characters through sex

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have a couple in the works!! And I technically wrote a TMFU/Lone Ranger crossover lmao

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I'd be more to welcome to it!!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic?

I've cowritten a couple of series with @pippinoftheshire ;

"Don't Believe In Fear, Don't Believe In Faith"

"Now You See Me, Now You Don’t"

"Because All This Time, The Monster Has Been Me" (the sequel I'm writing for this one has yet to be finished lol)

14. All time favorite ship?

YOU CAN'T MAKE ME CHOOSE

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'd love to say there are none, but I'm sure that will prove to be untrue, given time. Right now, I don't know 😅

16. Writing strengths?

I've been told that I write kisses very well, and I'm very proud of my medical accuracy, nature descriptions, and horror elements!

17. Writing Weaknesses?

Transitions, plot, finishing a fic qjdgsjsksjjs I've also been struggling with fluff recently

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

LOVE IT!!! My main blorbos all natively speak different languages, and its fun to play with how they pepper in words, when they can't remember an English word, when they revert back to German or Russian respectively when extremely stressed/angry/injured, and how they talk to each other in each language. Also. PETNAMES MY BELOVED

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Either Hetalia or Supernatural, I can't remember exactly lol

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

GOD this is a hard one ahsghdjskshsj

Lets say my favorite AU is:

"To Find Someone To Talk To, Who Likes The Way I Am" (Modern/College AU)

My favorite canon-compliant fic is:

"The End Is All I Can See (And It Scares The Hell Out Of Me)" (time loop)

My favorite canon-adjacent fic is:

"To Grow Old In Simplicity" (retirement)

No pressure tagging @huggiebird @happybean17 @falling-into-peril @heytheredeann @pippinoftheshire

@bighandsforabigheart @mybelovedillya @the-golden-comet @thattripleabattery @too-young-to-fall-in-love

@times-up-alone-tonight @vnyu73 @nicijones @prettyboynapoleonsolo @fandom-meet-fanthem

#ao3 #ao3 writer #20 questions #tag game #fanfiction #fanfic

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dragonrider9905 · 1 year ago

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Celebrating You!

Hi guys! I’ve been on here for a bit now and while I never had a follower goal, I do appreciate you guys who have decided to follow me! So now I’d like to celebrate you!

In light of TBB ending, and how much we'll be missing the boys, I thought this was as good as a time as ever!

Here’s the idea! I’m opening a prompt request for the dates of April 5th through May 5th, 2024 (you may start submitting now though!) and choose from the prompts below! You can choose one from each category, or just one category. It’s ok if it is just the prompt or the prompt and a brief idea. If you have a fun idea or prompt not listed, please share!

Rules: I only write SFW. I typically write for clones; I reserve the right to refuse requests which make me uncomfortable for whatever reason. I have had a few requests in the past that really unsettled me for various reasons. Or if I don't know the character. I'd hate to try to write something then upset the person because it is so ooc that it's cringy. (But if I said I would write your request and haven't yet, I just honestly haven't gotten to it :D I like to do well on the stories you guys entrust to me so it does take me a bit :D)

This is supposed to be fun so lets keep it fun!

You may submit as many requests as you'd like! The more the merrier!

Characters: Star Wars Clone Wars or The Bad Batch (as long as I know them. I know a lot of clones but alas, not all.)

Story genre:

Classic SW! (Pick an era if they exist in more than one if you wish)

AU of choice (modern, western, pirate, mermaid, time traveling, etc if I’m unfamiliar with the genre, I may have to change it or request more details)

Dialogue Prompts:

“Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

“If we’re going to do this we’ll need—“ “A plan?” “No! Code names! Cool ones!”

“I don’t need to be anything to you. I just want my life to mean more to you than my death.”

“You are playing a dangerous game without even a glimpse of the rule book.”

“I’ve never been terrified of death, til he set his sights on you.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” “Yeah, you’re not allowed to ask that in this situation.”

“Where’s your shoe?” “The giant mud puddle in the road demanded a sacrifice.”

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist.” “Then how else do I describe the feeling I got when I first saw you?” “You…love me?” “Apparently not, according to you.”

“A fate worse than death….” “They’re burnt cupcakes.”

“White paint has more color than your face.”

“Why is there a dragon in my fridge?” “It was hot.”

“Touch **, and you’re dead.”

“I am the law.”

“Do that again and I’ll throw you out the window. Wait, what are you doing?” “Checking how high the drop is; seeing if it’s worth it.”

“I’d rather have you hate me than loose you entirely.”

“I have a mission but don’t know what it is.” “Well that sounds incredibly counterproductive.”

“I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties in your life.” “You are the worst at this comforting thing.”

“I don’t know if you’re aware of this but I’m quite petite.” “Really? I had no idea in our twelve years of friendship that you’re shorter than I am.”

“But what is power?” “Loyalty.”

“Don’t you sign to me in that tone.”

“I’m with him/her for better or worse.” “It’ll probably be worse.” “I knew that the day I met him/her.”

"I'm sorry I tried to kill you." "It's fine, but next time you should try harder."

"C'mon, like I need an excuse to spend time with you."

"You're not as bad as everyone says you are."

"The only one who gets to kill you is me."

“blood loss”? well it’s not lost. I know exactly where it went. right over there.”

“How the mighty have fallen!” “It’s a dropped chocolate bar, stop being dramatic.”

“Shit, we’re gonna die” “Now I don’t want to hear that negative attitude, look on the bright side!” “Yay! We’re gonna die! Woo!”

“How do you do it?” “How do I do what?” “Pretend you are ok.” “I’m not pretending.” “Yes, you are. Every single day and it breaks my heart.”

“Hey, so I know things are pretty f**** shitty right now but I need you to breathe for me.” “Wha-wh-wh-” “You’re having a panic attack. It’s gonna be ok. Just breathe with me.”

“Please, my arms—I can’t wipe my tears, don’t let them see!”

"Smiles are contagious!" "Don't worry, I'm vaccinated."

"I don't want to get involved, it's too risky." "Please do it for me, you're the only one I can turn to." "It's not worth it. You really want to lose everything? 'cause I don't."

"Do you ever think of anyone other than yourself?" "No"---a long pause---"actually yes, at Christmas time"

"There is a reason I go through that door first, It's to make sure everyone else walks back out"

“I can’t leave you here!” “You can and you will.”

"OH! Are you alright? Are you alright?" "Apart from being trapped under here, and maybe suffering from broken bones and embarrassment beyond what I am capable of handling. . . I'm dandy, why do you ask?"

Oh no, are you alright? You're covered in blood!" "Yes, it's yours, Now will you please let me take you to the hospital?"

"What did love ever do anything for anyone anyway?"

"What the hell were you even thinking?!" "You told me not to think!"

"With love comes loss, that's part of the deal. Sometimes it hurts, but in the end, it was all worth it. There's no greater gift than love."

“'Temporary stitches' all stitches are temporary if you have a pair of scissors and aren’t a coward" "What do you....that better not mean what I think you mean......" "Am I just talking about sewing stitches or sutures too? Maaayyybe?" "NO! Absolutely not!"

"I made the calculations, and boy am I bad at math."

"It'll be over soon, I promise."

"Working together again, just like old times." "Well, not just like old times."

"I am many things but not your enemy."

Action Prompts:

Forehead kisses

Palm/hand kisses

Dramatic rain scene

Touching foreheads

Jealousy

Dancing

Last stand

Christmas/Life Day celebration

mistletoe

Accidental hand touch

First date

First kiss

Spending time with the family

Bad day cheering up scheme

Pranks

Going to a pet shop

Going to the movies

Always go after the girl

soft spoken person has loud, unnerving scream.

Lullabies

Nightmares

injury

amnesia

pretend/mistaken to be married/in a relationship

cooking

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platypies · 1 year ago

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my cult of the lamb modern au because this idea has been cooking in my brain for the past week

excuse my rambles this is probably gonna be extremely unorganized and random but I DONT CARE RAAAHHH 🔥🔥🔥

also i just learned how to do one of those break things so my ramblings are under the break

narinder is a single dad to baal and aym, he adopted the twins when they were about three years old. i didn't think too much about jobs he could have and stuff so idk. he's been no contact with his siblings for a few years at this point after an incident (don't worry they'll all make up at some point)

in this au, the lamb's name is agnus. their friends just call them their last name, lambert (it's silly i know). agnus grew up in the south (southern accent lamb is real trust) and moved up north right before high school. they were pretty popular in high school had a huuuge crush on narinder (who was not at all popular for his reputation of being a dick and probably starting fights) all four years. they end up becoming an elementary school teacher, and imagine their surprise when on parent-teacher conference night, their old high school crush walks in after not seeing him for more than 10 years after graduation.

the bishops are all biological siblings (half-siblings, since they're all different species) they all got the tall genes though, except for leshy. they're also all autistic. i don't make the rules here (yes i do)

shamura is probably a lawyer? (cause... knowledge and stuff??? idk.) they're definitely the type of sibling to bring up embarrassing childhood memories and keep photo albums of their siblings to show and embarrass them with lol. they also still text narinder every holiday/birthday to wish him well, even though he never replies. they definitely worry about and miss their baby brother

kallamar is a doctor. don't rlly have much to say about him but narinder definitely still freaks him out. i also like to think he took up painting or something art related as a hobby as some kind of way to destress with his anxiety and everything

heket is a professional chef. she probably scares little kids on the street with her rbf. absolutely has anger issues too. actually, think of gordon ramsay if he was a lesbian and a frog. there she is. also didn't have too much to say about her either oops

leshy probably does something plant related? not too sure yet. anyways like i said, he's the only one who didn't inherit the bishop tall genes. his siblings ABSOLUTELY make fun of him for it. also, i imagine his first word was 'fuck', because at that point narinder realized if he said a word enough times at his baby brother, he would probably repeat it. shamura was less than happy with this.

anyways those are kind of my little thoughts on this au i MIGHT write about it sometime if i get the plot in order idk

if anyone has any thoughts feel free to share them i'd love to hear them

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl shamura #cotl kallamar #cotl heket #cotl leshy #cotl lamb #cotl aym #cotl baal #aym and baal #narilamb #shamura #kallamar #narinder #heket #leshy

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hobbitwrangler · 4 months ago

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2024 Fic Roundup

thank you @imakemywings for tagging me! <3

Total Words Published at end of year: 49,104

Fandoms: Exclusively Tolkien - LOTR & The Silmarillion if you want to get technical.

Highest Everything (raw kudos, hits, comments): (I knew what the answer to this would be, the people have clear favourites xD)

Hits: Victory in Defeat (591)

Kudos: Victory in Defeat (84)

Comments: White Blossom (11)

New Things I Tried: Writing dark!fic, something that I never thought I'd do in a million years, and writing a modern AU. Also, although I've written with OCs before, I've never written them in the Tolkien universe, and it was kind of scary doing it, so I'm counting it.

Fic I Spent the Most Time On: the plain sight of our destiny is the cruellest thing of all. This fic was the product of several months on-and-off work and multiple rounds of editing and polishing.

Fic I Spent the Least Time On: The Face of Spring. I banged this one out in an afternoon, it was like I was possessed.

Favourite Thing I Wrote: This is a hard one because I love all the fics I've written this year but I'll go with the plain sight of our destiny is the cruellest thing of all, which is ironic, given that I initially abandoned it as a dud. I just so love all the characters I was able to create and their relationships with each other, and I had such fun exploring Umbar. Also I'm so proud of the claustrophobic horror vibes in this one.

Favourite Thing(s) I Read:

Right-ho, Edrahil! by oswinry - a Jeeves & Wooster style Finrod & Edrahil fic is absolutely inspired and this is so effortlessly, side-splittingly hilarious.

A Thing Strange and Crooked by Arveldis - great investigation of how Maeglin's insidious influence isolated and suffocated Idril, the characterisation of Maeglin as a horrible creep who slides beneath society's radar is perfect.

Unwary by Showed_Up_Late_To_The_Muster - beautifully written, emotionally raw exploration of Théodwyn's final days, the themes of difficult marriage, grief, anger and resentment are perfectly executed.

Love in Spades by 0Rocky41_7 - the fic that made me an aroace Maedhros fan. Every character interaction is flawless, every single relationship depicted is so rich and vivid.

a fish, floundering on dry land by ncfan - heartbreaking portrayal of Finduilas' suffering in Minas Tirith, made even better by the emphasis on her interactions with other female characters.

one of your girls by swanmaiden - this fic is very aptly named because it made me one of the celegorome girls. I don't even know what to say about this fic except that it's a masterpiece, the characterisation of Celegorm is just so delicious in this.

dawn by swanmaiden - beautiful, gorgeous, so painful, Rían's grief and hopelessness are so vividly brought to the fore, and Annael's attempts to bring her back to herself have me with my head in my hands every time.

Like a Wave That Should Engulf the World by Arveldis - put me through all the feelings with Faramir foreseeing Éowyn's death but the love and tenderness which this oncoming grief brings out is what really makes this fic exemplary.

Writing Goals for 2025:

Finish and post a multichapter fic. (I've got several in the works and if I can get at least one posted that would be great!)

Post at least one of my Arien fics.

Post at least one fic featuring (a member of) Duinhir's family.

tagging @emyn-arnens @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @dilettantefeminist @queerofthedagger if you'd like to do this (I'd love to see your answers!)

#tag games

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ringsofsaturnnnn · 1 year ago

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SATURN

Oh my god I love the crow club thing you came up with! It has such a dark risky air to it (like a casino, I suppose) and I love it.

I'm here to participate!

I'd like to play poker. I'll bet with the light blue chips (which you probably already knew). I'll have a shirly temple to drink please. Details of my order include: going with Armin to see snow for the first time (having already seen it yourself) and playing in it, having a snowball fight, snowmen, pictures, modern au, you can add other characters to the scenario like mikasa or eren if you feel like it (or only include Armin in the scene, that's wonderful too). Gn reader please as best you can, I'll leave the rest up to you.

That's all!

Stay safe lovely, rest well tonight <3

.˚ ❄️┊..⃗. 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗮𝘆 ⌇

a.arlert x gn!reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: introducing your boyfriend to the snow <3

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: petnames

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: ahhh this was so cute! thank you for being so patient with me, april, while i got your request done! this was my first time writing a gn reader, so i hope i did an okay job! the end got a little messy, but i tried. fluff isn’t my forte 😭

𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥

tag list :: n/a

it wasn’t fair. it really wasn’t.

his ocean blue eyes were so entrancing that you couldn’t help but stare at them. letting out a soft sigh, you felt yourself get lost within the vastness of blue. if you weren’t careful, you felt like you might get lost at sea gazing into them.

“love? honey? angel? baby? love of my life?” shaking your head, you realized that your boyfriend, armin, was trying to get your attention. his cheeks were a soft pink color, a result of your staring. “oh, sorry. what’s up?” you flashed him one of your million dollar smiles, making his heart melt even more.

“i was just uhm, i was wondering. what’s that?” he pointed outside your window. turning your head, you realized that it had began to snow. laughing, you turned back to him. “min, that’s snow. have you.. have you never seen it before?” when he shook his head you couldn’t help but give him an incredulous look.

“how have you never seen the snow before?!” getting up, you immediately grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the door. “wait! it’s cold outside! we need to bundle up!” armin exclaimed. groaning, you let go of him so you both could put your coats and hats on. armin was always so worried about you.

“okay, okay. now let’s go!” throwing the door open, you pulled him outside after you. armin was immediately shivering despite his warm hat and coat. without a second thought, you threw your head back and opened your mouth, trying to catch some of the flakes in your mouth.

“love, what are you doing?” armin laughed, his blue eyes watching every move you made. “i’m catching snowflakes.” your explained, tilting your head to look at him. “you try it!” snowflakes had landed on your cheeks and eyelashes. “uhm.. okay?” he mimicked your actions, laughing when a few landed in his mouth. “this.. this is fun!” he smiled.

by the next day, much more snow had gathered. at least three or four inches.

deciding to take advantage of the snow, you hastily pulled on your coat and hat once more. armin was still fast asleep, so you decided you’d leave him be. he could join you later.

rushing outside, you immediately plopped down in the snow, laughing at the coolness that suddenly seeped through your coat. the fluffiness tickled your cheeks and you couldn’t help but close your eyes to help protect them from the blinding white of the snow.

exhaling, you enjoyed the slight sting that shot through your nose when you inhaled once more. continuing to lay there in your own little world, you didn’t even notice that armin had came outside until he was calling your name.

lifting your head, you smiled at him before waving him over. “come here! make a snow angel with me!” while he looked confused, he did as you asked. making his way through the snow, he carefully plopped down beside you. “a snow angel?” he repeated.

nodding, you explained to him what to do. “o-okay.” he followed your directions as you made your own snow angel beside him. once you were both done, you helped each other up. looking down, a smile crossed your face. “look at our snow angels!” you giggled, turning your face to look at him.

his nose and cheeks were a soft pink color as he smiled down at you. “yeah, i see them.” he murmured before pressing his ice cold lips to your cheek. squealing, you immediately scooted away from him. “min! your lips are freezing!” you laughed. armin laughed at your comment, shaking his head. “well it’s cold outside! what do you expect?”

while he spoke, you had carefully made a snowball. once he was done speaking, you threw it at his chest, listening as it hit his coat. “hey!” he gasped. giggling, you immediately took off running. “get back here!” he tried to chase after you as you gathered more snow.

the two of you ran around like little kids, smiles decorating both of your features as you launched snowball after snowball at one another. after a few minutes, you tackled armin into a snow drift. his eyes widened as you landed on top of him.

looking down, you couldn’t help but laugh. both of your chests were heaving as you looked into each other’s eyes. “i love you.” armin whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. returning the kiss, you carefully wrapped your arms around him.

the two of you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms in the snow drift, content smiles on your faces. however, it wasn’t long before you were climbing off of him.

“we should make a snowman!” armin gave you a look, one that you were familiar with. “a snowman?” he echoed. nodding your head, you laughed. “here! i’ll show you how.”

it wasn’t long before the two of you had created a snowman. “and now..” you searched around to find some rocks. once you did, you arranged them to look like eyes and buttons. “we also need sticks!” you gasped before scurrying off to find some sticks. “love?” armin was quick to follow after you.

once you had everything, you reached for armin’s hat. “hey! what are you-“ looking down at you, he frowned. his light blue stocking hat was now in your hands. “give that back.” shaking your head, you placed it on the snowman’s head.

“it’s the snowman’s now!” you laughed.

“you are ridiculous, you know that?”

laughing, you turned your head to look at him. your eyes met and you couldn’t help but sigh happily. snow had began to fall down around you once again, but you didn’t notice. all you could focus on were those ocean blue eyes of his..

main picture & dividers made by :: @strrynigghts

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gumbaigumbai · 10 months ago

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Ramblings on Modern AU Ogata

Modern AU Ogata has so much potential when it comes to the different ways his mental instability could be displayed, along with his living situation as well.. so I'll write down some thoughts I've had/collected below (& I'm well aware Noda mentioned he'd be a dentist but I wanna explore other possibilities)

^ to preface I've read a couple works on ao3 abt this as well so some ideas are heavily inspired

Work: I think a job as a photographer would translate over his sniper skills very well, links such as steady hands and a good eye, staying still in a required position, "shooting", and freelance of course.. Though I don't think this would pay well enough for him to maintain a decent living, so he would primarily work as a morgue attendant for a couple reasons; respect given when needed, no customer interactions (or if so, very few), most talking is between co-workers which I don't imagine there's plenty of, he wouldn't be opposed to being in the space w. all the corpses, it could worsen his mental state (🤤), to an extent links back to his "canon" modern job via medical field

As for the home life; small apartment, can't imagine him caring about upkeeping the place or getting "fashionable" furniture so most items inside are just necessities. while he was only doing photography he used to sleep on a mattress but after the attendant job he upgraded to a simple bed. Definitely has a computer setup that he saved up for, used for editing/organizing his pictures and doom scrolling. I like to think he has some interest that he researches in his spare time, could be really into the history & different types of guns, or if we want to be less on-the-nose he'd enjoy deep sea creatures - just reading up on them or watching videos, maybe those informational documentaries. Also has a small amount of fondness towards Hello Kitty (bc ofc I have to add this), though it's something he's embarrassed to admit (Usami found this out & never let him hear the end of it)

Relationship w. ppl

I think he'd be pretty good at coming off as collected while working (outside of home) but when he's not required to talk with others he's contrived in public, says the bare minimum and leaves. He'd keep in touch with Usami and Tsukishima - they always have to reach out first but in his better moods sometimes he starts talking w. Usami. He used to have some sort of relationship with Tsurumi (relationship not used in a romantic sense here) but they fell out and he doesn't have contact with him anymore. Yuusaku has his # and tries inviting him over for the holidays but he declines most of the time, another instance where you must catch him while he's prone to social gatherings..

Mental state 😻

Okay this is where I take a lot of liberty so I apologize if ppl don't like this… I think he would definitely be depressed to some extent, falling into episodes where he's more of an active suicide risk, but it's not often enough to become debilitating to carry on normally. He wouldn't reach out for help, and would over time get much worse before he ever gets better (I'd like to think in the modern world he'd have a real chance at reformation though). Usami would unintentionally worsen Ogata's mental state by affirming his negative thoughts, though as an avid Usao shipper I have to give myself a treat and pretend Usami would take care of him during his worst times… And wouldn't make fun of his attempt at getting better if he ever enters therapy (delusion works in mysterious ways). Ogata would engage in self-destructive behavior; taking light drugs at a younger age but as he got older he resorted to sh. The first step towards rehab however would be a holiday dinner with Yuu where he actually showed up, and they entered a genuine conversation over his issues after Yuu grilled him enough about his worries.

Anyway, sorry this was so long & I didn't include many other characters, & if you just don't really see this as plausible for him - I like to play with him like a Lalaloopsy in my head

#golden kamuy #ogata hyakunosuke #ramblings #gk #ogata #usami tokishige #usami #usao #local woman goes insane over the man in her head #i hope projection here wasn't too obvious #if you actually read this #so sorry #i wanted to write more so i might post other stuff abt this if ppl gaf #much to think about

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selenacosmic · 10 months ago

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Alright, so I've been thinking...would you be up for doing a short fic/one shot of ikesen Shingen and female reader (or MC or even an OC you have) of perhaps a cute fluffy date? Feel free to ignore this request if you'd rather not. But I love your HC's and I'd love to see more work if you would feel up to it :) <3

Hello! I would love to do this! I actually thought it would be fun to use my OC, if you don’t mind! I have been so focused on Shingen’s and my OC’s interactions in the modern AU fic I am writing that it would be nice to write a date with them in the sengoku era.

A summer date.

The warm summer’s sun was shining down brightly upon Kai, specially in the commercial area where the shops were flooded and business was flourishing smoothly. It was the perfect time for a date as well, shingen had decided to take the day off so that we could go out and see how things were going in town. With my own work in the kitchen of the castle and as the lady of Tsutsujigasaki castle, we were both too busy to have a proper date in a while.

Personally, I have always preferred our private dates, like having a picnic under a tree or enjoying a casual boat ride. Even just moon gazing was perfect for a date to me, but I was never against public dates such as these. I enjoyed looking around Kai with him, to see his people… our people.

“There are quite a lot of people today. Think we can find a good tea shop to have a seat?” His tone of voice was cheerful as he looked around, a smile gracing his lips.

“You are always thinking about the sweets at the very start of the date.” I gave him a halfhearted scolding while poking his cheek lightly, not able to contain myself from smiling. “If we can’t find one, we could always give the market place another walk until a seat is available.”

His hand held mine tightly, as protectively as possible the closer the crowd was. “While that sounds great, I can’t let my angel walk until her feet get hurt. At one point I will need to carry you.”

A giggle escaped my lips, despite his words being silly, I knew for a fact that he was serious about his statement. Turning my head around, I managed to see many shops selling a myriad of different items. “There are so many beautiful things being sold, it’s good to see Kai like this.”

“I am happy that I can live to see Kai like this.” That made me turn my attention back to him, that content smile on his face made my own heart flutter. His gray eyes turned towards me as we stopped walking right in front of an accessories shop. “Your hair looks specially beautiful today, but it is missing something.” Shingen ran his fingers through my loosened hair, turning his attention to the vendor. “Excuse me, I would like to see all of your hairpins.”

My face was tinted with red at how sweet and quick he was to buy something for me. “You are being too sweet, but i don’t think I need a new hairpin.”

“Would it convince you if I said that it’s a pleasure to me to buy things for you? Specially if it means I can dress you up in beautiful clothes and accessories?” His hand found its way towards my face, where his thumb gently ran across my lower lip, that infamous wink already convincing me.

“I see you haven’t changed even after getting married, my lord.” The vendor spoke with enthusiasm, casually smiling at shingen. That was something you wouldn’t normally see around this era.

“What can I say? There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t worship my angel.” As he spoke with the vendor, he looked around the hairpins that were put in front of him.

“My lady, surely you would like to have a look around yourself? There must be something here you will like.” The vendor beckoned me to look at his accessories as well, which I happily did.

As I was distracted by the beautiful items on display, I felt something being delicately placed on my head. Shingen was placing the hairpins on my hair, likely to see which one looked the best. “Hmm… this isn’t good.”

“My lord, is there something wrong with the hairpins?” Both the vendor and I became worried, since it was unlike shingen to seem displeased with something.

“On the contrary… all of these look too perfect on Selena, I am inclined to buy all of them.” He said it with a straight face, as if his words were serious. Though, coming from shingen, he likely was being serious.

“Am I to understand that I have brand new accessories for this season?” I didn’t hate the idea, having brand new accessories to innovate would be nice, but too many was just overwhelming.

His smile was enough for me to understand his intentions, normally i would decline so many, but the vendor seemed so happy with the big purchase that i couldn’t stop him. Perhaps i could give some of these hairpins to the maids at the castle, they would surely love them.

We decided to keep walking around the market area, looking around the shops with enthusiasm. I myself insisted on buying things for shingen, I noted that the gifts should be ocean themed, I knew how much he loved it. It was only when the sun was finally setting that we noticed we were both tired and hungry, though it seemed like the tea shops were mostly flooded.

“Looks like there isn’t any spot available… and i don’t know if we can walk around the market all over again.” Even though I was the one who suggested it, i couldn’t bring myself to walk more.

“Unfortunately, it seems like you are right, but I didn’t have any intention of eating at a tea shop today.” I looked at him with confusion since early he had said otherwise, shingen only gave me an easy smile without answering my question. Before I could question him, shingen scooped me up in his arms, something he said he would do. “I know you don’t enjoy long walks, it’s surprising you walked this much around the market place with me.”

“W-well, I was enjoying our time together, so I didn’t really mind it.” Despite how comfortable it was in his arms, I began feeling self conscious about being carried by him while we were still in public.

But I suppose it wasn’t a surprise to people here that their lord was very affectionate, so it wasn’t as embarrassing as i thought it would be. Although i didn’t know what he was planning, i decided to trust shingen and let him carry me to where he wanted.

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The path shingen took was confusing to me, since it seemed like we were going back to the castle. I looked up at him to try and understand what exactly he was planning.

“I can hear your thoughts.” Those words brought me back to reality, which made me notice that we were, in fact, going back to the castle.

“You are acting suspiciously. You never miss going to a tea shop whenever we are out in town, and you even wanted to stop by one.” I finally made my questions explicit, though i imagine that it wasn’t necessary, he knew what I was thinking.

“I did say that, though I must apologize for deceiving you, angel.” Shingen finally put me down, taking my hand so that he could guide me back to the castle. “Actually, there is something I prepared for when we got back.”

That made me excited, anticipation building up within me. I let him guide me through the corridors of Tsutsujigasaki, until we were in front of our bedroom door.

“Your surprise was in our room?” My head tilted to the side lightly, as I wondered what was inside. Shingen was quick to act when he noticed my confusion.

“Both of our work has kept us from doing anything other than sleeping from being tired. I thought it would be nice for us to have a relaxing day in town and enjoy our evening here.

Shingen slides open the door to our room, revealing the table to be filled with sweets and sake, as well as our futon neatly arranged near the table. Everything was ready for us to only leave the room next morning.

A gasp escaped from me as i noticed all of our favorite food waiting at the table. I quickly glanced his way to notice that warm smile on his face. “Selena, won’t you spend this evening solely with me?”

I immediately smiled at that, throwing my arms around his neck so that I could steal a kiss from his lips. He helped me up as I had to stand on the tip of my toes to reach him. “Of course I will! It’s too sweet of you to prepare all of this.”

To others, it might not seem like much. But given all of the days when we didn’t get to spend that much time together, a date inside our room where we could be alone together was just… perfect.

The end…

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikesen shingen

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