#oh the fic ideas that are currently swirling in my head

[fandomsbyladymelodrama]

Also had to do something with my sudden, random rush of Elendil x Miriel feels so bonus fic <3 P.S. Quick message to the trop powers-that-be out there...LET THEM KISS YOU COWARDS 😘😂

[thyln4gf]

Cheri cheri lady

✞ Watching you on the top step of the podium for the first time, while still in your rookie year... It all tasted a little bitter for Lando, but he wasnt complaining too much... he did get the best view out of them all - right from p2.

✞ Word count - 808

✞ I have synesthesia! Heres 5 songs that I associate with this fic - "american jesus" - Nessa Barrett, "heavy metal lover" - Lady Gaga, "flawless" - The Neighbourhood, "take me back to eden" - Sleep Token, "hall of fame" - The Script. Note - i do have a whole playlist. Ask if you want it.

✞ Warnings - none, I guess. A lot of fluffy shite. Slightly suggestive. A short little blurb inspired by Landos first win<3 Gg, my boy.

✞ Lando Norris x Mercedes!Reader

The sound of a crowd yelling someone elses name annoyed him till no end - it reminded him of the fact that he hasnt won yet, and that hes currently holding a pretty sad record - the highest number of podiums without a win. That, until it came to you - it immediately became something that he wanted to hear over and over. It was almost as sweet as the champagne swirling down his body, the sun kissing his face, or the sweet, sweet sound of an anthem that wasnt the dutch one.

It all started at the beginning of the season, really. He was intimidated by you at first, just a little - for the first quali of the season, your rookie season, you had already grabbed the pole. But, quickly enough, he found himself getting more and more curious about you. He would ask you about the weather, or about the ridiculous activities the media admins made you do - to "see if it matched his". It was far from enough for him though - he wanted to know everything about you. How do you like your waffles? He wanted to ask you about that. He wanted to ask you about breakfast and honey. Sunlight. Do you like strawberry smoothies? What was the name of your childhood cat? Do you have any scars?

There were so many things he wanted to say, but didnt know how to. Thats why he spent quite a bit of his time quietly observing you. He felt as if you were just a mere result of his imagination - one touch, just one taste - and youd disappear.

His newly found obsession, however, was watching the wide grin fighting for its place on your face. You were stood on that step, taking up the space that you deserved oh so much. He was a little jealous of the success that you found yourself in so soon, but he couldnt peel his eyes away from you - the way you were stood there, proud. The golden hour danced on your face, making the sweat drenched features pop out. Just like him, the sun seemed to enjoy your eyes - they looked like the shiniest gems you could find.

The champagne celebration rolled around. He was already giggling, looking forward to absolutely drowning you in the sticky, sweet, liquid luck. He looked at Daniel on the other side, the English anthem for Mercedes coming to an end. They both wiggled their eyebrows at each other, seemingly getting the exact same idea, and locking it in.

They could have planned all they wanted, honestly - but you were just quicker. You jumped off the step quickly, it almost looked like you were flying. To Landos surprise, you didnt go for your usual move. Instead, you seemed to use his - the famous champagne floor smash. He was so pleasantly surprised that he didnt even register a stream of the beverage aimed right into the centre of his face. Wiping the champagne from his eyes, he saw your wide grin - and Daniel getting the back of your head. You shrieked - and it wasnt from the surprise, he knew. You washed your hair just this morning.

As much as he would have wanted that scene to last forever... Like all good things, it quickly came to an end. But that meant that he got to stand by your side for the photo - and it made him nervous, almost like a young, teenage boy, whos crush went to the same school.

He was nervous. Oh, so nervous. He was a little scared of messing something up, taking great measures to avoid exactly that. He did end up on the wrong side of the step, somehow. He didnt even notice, but thats until he felt your hands on his waist, gently gripping onto the material of his suit.

"Youre in the wrong spot, darling." You had murmured into his ear, gently guiding him to where you wanted him. A smirk was so evident in your tone, even if he wasnt looking at your face.

The hands.

The. Gentle. Fucking. Hands.

His stomach quickly got filled with a ton of butterflies, his brain shortcircuiting. He would have frozen in the spot, if the circumstances had allowed him. And he did, at first - was given a slap to the back of his head by Daniel quickly enough to not be noticed, though. Or, thats what he thought - people were talking about it already, and it would continue for days. If not weeks. And not even the fact that you just casually moved him, just like that. Not the placement of your hands - but the fact that he could be seen blushing, all shy, like a little girl.

Despite it not being his victory, it was his favourite podium of all time already. But, who knew. Maybe the next one was gonna be his?

[drearycrow]

Notes: My first proper fic after idk how long. I'm back to writing after dealing with some serious writer's block. This is my first time writing a threesome so I'm sorry if it's bad.

Warning: Threesome, creampie, oral(m! & f! Receiving), pervert! Virgin!Sigma, established relationship (reader is dating Nikolai), college au, panty stealing, scent kink, doggy style, missionary, masturbation. Let me know if I missed anything.

You cuddled with Nikolai after finishing another round of sex. You head lays on his chest hearing his heartbeat race after the intense orgasm. His hand rubs your back gently and gives you a kiss on the top of your head. Nikolai shuts his eyes and lets out a sigh of relaxation. "That was fun. I needed to release some steam after that argument with Fyodor." You just hummed in response. You are tired and a bit disappointed by sex. It wasn't bad by any means necessary. You are getting tired of doing the same things over and over again. It needs some more spice to it.

Nikolai noticed your sudden silence after you finished having sex. You are usually talkative and affectionate afterwards. He pulls the blanket over both of you before giving you another kiss on the cheek. "What's wrong my dove? You hadn't said anything after we finished our little love making. Are you tired?" He looks at you with slight concern. You shook your head in response. "It's not that. There's something on my mind right now." You didn't know how to bring it up to Nikolai that you want to have a threesome with him and your roommate, Sigma.

You are scared that he will get jealous or possessive after hearing your request. He lifts your chin up to make you look at him. "Tell me what's on your mind." He still looks slightly concerned by your demeanor. "Promise you won't get mad?" You stick your pinky finger out and Nikolai wraps his pinky finger around yours."I promise I won't get mad." You close your eyes for a moment, not wanting to look at him before asking your question. "I want to have a threesome with you and Sigma." You blurt out quickly. Your eyes are shut tight in fear of looking into your partner's eyes. A chuckle escapes his lips at your cute reaction. You slowly open your eyes to see him with a stupid smirk on his face. You know damn well he will tease you about this for months to come. "Oh why didn't you tell me sooner? I've been wanting to do that for awhile now. I've been meaning to ask you about it but I was worried you would get turned off by the idea." Nikolai gets up from the bed and starts to put on a plain shirt and boxers. "We can talk to him tomorrow when he's done with his classes." Nikolai says as he lays back down on the bed next to you.

A soft whine escaped from Sigma's lips as he cums all over his stomach and some land on your sweater. He gives your sweater on last sniff before tossing it to the side and letting his head fall back down onto the pillow. Shame and guilt swirl inside of him. Stealing another article of clothing of yours just to jerk off to your scent makes him feel like a perverted loser. Last time it was a pair of panties that he stole from your dirty laundry. It was quite disgusting of him to do but he couldn't help it. Everytime you stay for the night, you and Nikolai end up sleeping together. At first it annoyed the hell out of Sigma hearing you two banging but after a while, he managed to tune it out. Now he enjoys hearing you two go at it. He jerks off to your sweet moans. How he wishes he would the one to make you moan that loud. Makes him wonder what Nikolai has that he doesn't. Sigma looks at the clock on his night stand. It's nearing midnight and he hasn't even fallen asleep yet. Classes are going to suck but he will drink a coffee on the way there. He falls asleep quickly. It's just going to be another day tomorrow.

Sigma sat nervously on the edge of the bed. He stares at you intensely on his bed wearing nothing but a beautiful white lingerie set. You are currently deep throating Nikolai like it was nothing. You sucked and swirled your tongue around his cock making Nikolai groan in pleasure. He grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes you further down until your nose gets buried in his pubic hair. Sigma felt his pants tighten watching the lewd scene in front of him. He didn't expect to be in this predicament. All he expected was coming home from a long day of college, having to deal with Nikolai's annoying ass and hearing him fuck your brains out like every night. But no, he came home to see you on his bed wearing nothing but a pretty little lingerie set looking like an angel that fell from heaven. Of course Nikolai had to be there to ruin the moment but at least he will finally get a chance to sleep with you after having a crush on you since the beginning of the school semester. He watched you waiting for his turn to come.

The groans coming from Nikolai get louder and louder. Nikolai starts fucking your mouth at a faster pace, getting closer and closer to his orgasm. With a loud groan, he cums down your throat. You swallow the large load as much as you could. You pull away with a loud 'pop' and lick your lips in satisfaction. Sigma sat there completely hard and unable to do or say anything after seeing that show. You giggle at his reaction and crawl towards him. You unzip his pants and pull down his boxers. His leaky cock springs out and hits his stomach. Your hand wraps around his cock and start to stroke it at a slow pace. He starts to whimper softly at your touch. Sigma moves his hands to unclip your bra but finds it difficult to do so due to his hands shaking from nervousness. He managed to unclip it after you helped him find the clip. Sigma tosses the bra to the side and grabs them gently.

He starts to knead and squish your soft breasts, pinching the nipples with curiosity. He didn't know what he was doing but he is enjoying the view. Nikolai chuckles seeing Sigma's innocent reaction. He wasn't sure if you are enjoying it but when he heard those soft moans coming from you gave him the impression that this feels good for you. Nikolai puts a hand on Sigma's shoulder and pushes him into your tits. "Stop being so nervous and pleasure my girl already. I know you're a virgin and all but is that the best you could do? You're not going into make her cum if you only play with her tits." Sigma doesn't say anything in return. He huffs angrily in between your tits. He can't help it though. Your tits are so soft and squishy and he likes how you moan at his touch.

Nikolai pulls Sigma off of your chest. He pulls your lacey panties off showing how wet you are. He plunges two fingers into you scissoring you open. "Look at how wet she is." Nikolai pulls his fingers away leaving you craving for more. He puts his fingers in his mouth tasting your sweet juices. He pulls his fingers away with a 'pop' humming in satisfaction. "You should have a taste as well. Get in between her legs and give her cunt a nice lick." Sigma watches you spread your legs open for him. An invitation to let him pleasure you. He sat there nervously not knowing what to really do. "Are you going to sit there and stare at my cunt or are you go in and make me feel good?" You ask Sigma. He didn't have to think twice about the question. Sigma got in between your legs and gave your pussy a quick lick. He gave it another lick savoring the taste of it. He kept doing this until his face was in your pussy, licking and slurping messily.

Sigma ate you out like it was his last meal on earth. He didn't even care if he was messy and inexperienced, all he wanted was to do is please you for eternity. His eyes look back at you watching your blissed out face. Nikolai was sitting up against the bed frame jerking off to his roommate give oral to his precious dove. He watched with glee. Sigma humped and grinded against the mattress trying to feel some kind of friction against his hard leaky cock. It didn't take long for you to orgasm and Sigma lapped up all the juices without hesitation. He didn't want it to end just yet. One more orgasm out of you and he will be satisfied. A pair of hands grab his shoulders and he suddenly gets pulled off of you. Sigma turns around to see Nikolai with a shit eating grin on his face. "Alright alright that's enough of that. Now we are going to the best part." Sigma looks back at Nikolai annoyed and curious by what he meant by that. Nikolai makes Sigma get in between your legs again but this time he has him line his dick against your pussy. Nikolai gives Sigma a few strokes before pushing his cock in your cunt. Sigma gasped out loud when he felt your tight cunt around his dick. It felt heavenly being inside of you. He couldn't move another inch without feeling like he's about cum right then and there. Sigma stood still for a good minute until Nikolai pushed him to get deeper inside of you. Both of you moan as Sigma bottoms out in you. Sigma's cock was longer than Nikolai's but it was a bit thinner.

You feel Sigma start to move slowly after what felt like an eternity. His thrusts are slow and irregular. He wasn't sure what he was doing. It felt amazing being inside of you and he didn't want to pull out at all. His thrusts get faster and as deep as he could. You wrap your legs around his waist bringing him closer to you. Sigma moans as he fucks you nicely into the mattress. Sigma doesn't know how long he can last. It feels so good fucking your pretty little pussy and a dream come true. He's been wanting to fuck you for so long but you are dating Nikolai and he knew that you would never give him a chance until now. Sigma whimpers as he cums inside. Hot sticky cum floods your womb. He stays still from the intensity of the orgasm. Sigma pulls away with a small whine and his cum drops out of you. He finds the sight quite hot.

Nikolai sighs in annoyance seeing how Sigma was fucking you. "You look like a fish flopping on her. It makes you look ridiculous. Move, let me show you how it's done." Sigma pulls away with a soft whine and gets pushed to the side by Nikolai. He doesn't prep you and bottoms out with ease making you whimper. Nikolai's thrusts in and out roughly, the sound of skin hitting against skin echo throughout the room. He pulls out to flip you over onto your stomach and shoves your face into the pillow. He starts to fuck you again grunting at your tight cunt around him. You moan loudly into the pillow that hardly muffled it. You know you will get a noise complaint by the neighbors again but who cares. You're getting railed by your boyfriend and his roommate. A hand hovers over your clit and starts to rub it in a circular motion. You clench around Nikolai making him be more rough with you. It felt like you were melting into the bed from the pleasure you're receiving. You squirt all Nikolai's thighs and onto the bed sheets below.

Nikolai thrusts get more irregular the closer he got to his orgasm. After a few rough thrusts, he cums as deep inside as he could. It's so much that it leaks out of you and onto the bedsheets below. Nikolai pulls out as more cum spurts out of you. The room is silent besides the sound of heavy breathing. He lays down next to you and pulls you close to him. Sigma does the same but lays down on the opposite side of you. You are sandwiched in between both of them with no escape. You fall asleep rather quickly from the exhaustion. The ones that are still awake is Nikolai and Sigma. Nikolai looks over to Sigma who is looking away from him. "So did you enjoy sleeping with my girl?" Nikolai breaks the awkward silence. Sigma nods at his question still not looking at his direction. His cheeks are flushed red from the whole ordeal. "Yes I did enjoy it. I'm going to take a shower now." With that, Sigma gathers up his clothes and leaves his room to take a shower. The sound of running water can be heard in the other room. Nikolai chuckles at his reaction. He lays there in silence thinking about the day. It was fun having Sigma join in on your little fun. He thinks it's a good idea to have him join in from time to time. Maybe even be apart of your relationship. Nikolai needs to talk to you about that first but knew you wouldn't be against. He will discuss it with you in the morning.

[whousestypewriters]

i don't even know your name - jameson hawthorne x reader

pairing: jameson hawthorne x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, kissing + like running away from the police

a/n: hehe my first tig fic! and my first on this account. i had this little idea at exactly 12:26am in the middle of revamping this blog and wanted to write it i shouldve gone to bed, so sorry if this is crap - sleep deprivation is reallll. its also unedited-

part two: you again??

ok so technically you did steal a car.

but come on, the seven police cars driving after you is just a little bit excessive. especially since its not even a decent car... from a junkyard - which to be honest you're still surprised it even started. no even cares about the damn thing except for you and the junkyard owner who apparently has a vendetta against you.

you've met the guy twice, he's a stinky old man who spends most of his days wasted and drunk. and he's never once paid attention to you sneaking in and out basically living in the car you've just stolen. sorry, borrowed.

the red and blue flashing lights bring you back to your current situation and you wince when you shift gears and swing almost violently around the corner into oncoming traffic. swerving around the honking cars and bright lights you manage to merge back into the right lanes and push forward trying to put distance between you and the cops.

you slip through the cars not even caring about the other people at this point. you just need this car. getting a job these days is harder then it seems and you'd just been offered a job with really good pay and the only requirement was you needed your own car to get to and from work.

so seeing as you're an eighteen year old homeless girl with little to no money, temporarily borrowing this car seemed like a really good idea - until it wasn't of course.

pulling over on the side of the road you decide to abandon the car and try to get away on foot - you can always catch the bus right? following the flow of the crowd you swirl your way through checking over your shoulder every few seconds, not even noticing the fact that you've gone up steps and entered a large line until the security guard calls out to you.

"hey kid! ticket?" swinging around you look up to the stern guard.

"pardon?"

"where's your ticket?"

"oh..." you trail off and the guard steps forward.

"miss, do you have a ticket?"

"....no?"

stepping forward the guard starts to reach for his gun. "miss i'm going to need to ask you to leave."

looking behind you, you try and work out your best escape route from the now approaching police men and the menacing guard at your back.

"uh yeah i'm leaving now," you say swinging around and slipping under the guard and bolting through the doors.

you enter probably the grandest entry room ever. its like straight out of a movie with the grand staircases and people in elegant clothing, unfortunately you don't get much time to admire everything with security and police on your ass.

pushing past the shrieking guests aside you run through the crowd to the next room, straight into the middle of... a dinner party.

great.

this is just great.

"GET HER!" the one of the policemen yells from behind you. you take off again rushing past women in fancy dresses and men in tuxes trying your very best not to step on any of their outfits - because hey, you may be homeless dressed like a middle aged man, but damnit you can appreciate a good outfit.

running into a hallway you panic slightly, choosing a random door and slamming it shut. trying to get ahold of your breath you close your eyes and rest your head against the door, taking deep breaths.

a throat clears from behind you and you practically jump out of your skin.

"hello."

"holy shit! doesn't anybody knock these days??" you shriek.

you look around the office trying to find the owner of the voice but to no avail. the office seemed plain enough a large plush chair behind a mahogany desk with sofas and book shelves adorning the sides of the wall.

"hello?" you look around the office again, bending down to check under the desk.

"look up," the voice comes again.

looking up you see the shadow of a boy sitting on the overhanging ledge of the bookshelf.

"who are you?" you ask eyeing the door and wondering if you still have enough time to get away before the police arrive.

"i think we should really be focusing more on you." the boy's voice vibrates through the room. he leans forward to the point of almost falling off the edge but somehow still staying on.

"i'm not important," you say, then motion up to him. "you'll fall."

"i can assure you i won't." for a moment the boy just lingers there before launching himself off the bookshelf and landing on the floor in front of you. "and besides you've piqued my interest." he strolls over to the desk and casually leans against it as if he wasn't a freaking godlike person.

seriously that bookshelf had to be at least three and a half meters tall!

the boy - now that you can see him better - is also godlike in his looks. its devastating how handsome he is. he's around your age with soft brown hair that seemed to be styled when the night began and had fallen across his forehead and his eyes. his eyes were like emeralds sparkling in the moonlight. suddenly you're favourite colour is green.

"now tell me again, who are you?" he grins - its an awful grin, the type that makes you want to die because its so beautiful.

swallowing the lump that formed in your throat you push the words out. "as i said, that's not important. what is important is that you forget you ever saw me."

the boy raises an eyebrow flashing another grin. "i'm afraid i can't do that."

"why?"

"because you are quiet unforgettable."

you freeze for a moment, then roll your eyes. "is that what you tell every girl who barges into a room to hide?"

"ahh so you're hiding?"

clenching your jaw at that slight bit of information you let slip, you nod.

"from?"

"who do you think jackass? i'm dressed like a 1950's street urchin and just crashed probably the most fancy dinner party i'll ever see, so really, who do you think i'm hiding from? fucking peppa pig?"

a loud bang comes from down the hall and you swing around wishing you had ran instead of talking to the mystery boy.

"come here." his voice snaps you out of your panic.

"what?"

"come here, you don't want to be caught? get over here."

narrowing your eyes at him you move closer to him. "what are you gonna do?"

he stares at you for a moment. "can i touch you?"

"WHAT?"

"not like that, god. that's where your mind went? no. i was just being respectful before i kissed you."

that you pause at. "you're going to kiss me?"

"well, with your permission of course."

"you don't have it."

the boy pouts playfully. "why not?"

"because believe it or not, crashing dinner parties and kissing random strangers who's names i don't know isn't something i do on a regular basis."

"well if you don't want to get caught...." he trails off.

"ew so what if i kiss you, you won't give me up? you think you're that good do you?"

"sweetheart, i am that good."

"not helping your case."

"if i kiss you it hides your face, none of them would ever try and cross me," the boy offers grinning again - does he ever stop smiling? seriously its harmful to look at someone this good looking for this amount of time.

"cause you're just that good right?"

"you're a quick learner."

the commotion from outside comes closer and you tense up weighing your options. goddamnit you're gonna have to kiss him.

"fine you have my permission," you huff. "just don't rat me out."

"i would never."

the police must have reached your door because they knock twice asking if someone is inside that they come out now.

"fucking hell," you mutter. "i cannot believe i'm doing this. i don't even know your name."

"don't worry you're in good hands," the boy says his voice low. he wraps his arms around your waist looking at you to make sure its okay.

"if you don't come out now we're coming in!" the voice from outside yells banging against the door twice more.

"by the way, the names jameson," the boy says before he seals his lips to yours and the door is ripped open with men pouring in.

but you hardly notice it. the boy's - jameson as he called himself - lips are warm as the press into yours. its soft but searing sending tingles through your brain. every thought or protest you had fell out of your head and your hands shoot up into his hair as he tightens is own arms around you.

you're so lost in the kiss you don't even hear the men behind you clearing their throats awkwardly.

pulling away jameson looks at you for a moment seemingly just as stunned as you are before he pulls your head to his chest and rests a hand on the back of your hair keeping your face hidden.

"yes?"

"have you seen a girl; brunette, around your age, wearing a black cocktail dress run through here or past here?" one of the officers asks avoiding eye contact.

"what did you say she was wearing again?" jameson asks.

"a black cocktail dress." these are like the worst policemen ever.

"well... yes-" you tense, this is it. this is where he rats you out, motherfuc-"but she went down the hall and through to the ballroom probably hiding in the crowd."

nodding each of the policemen leave the room and storm their way down the hallway. "uh sorry about interrupting you two as well," the last one says on his way out.

when its safe you pull back from jameson and thank him.

"its not over yet," he grins - seriously who decided he should be this handsome? and takes your hand leading you out the room and down the hallway. "follow me."

you slip out through the now empty entryway and run down the stairs together. this feels suspiciously like a romance novel. when you reach the steps you pull jameson to a stop. "wait don't you have to go to this dinner thing?"

"if it means not spending time with you, i'm okay with missing it," he winks.

"nope, you're not trying to flirt your way into being an outlaw with me," you tease.

"it was worth a shot."

smiling up at the boy who let you go free tonight you reach up on your tip toes and place a soft kiss on his cheek. "i'll be seeing ya jameson."

you slip out into the night leaving jameson on the steps. leaving behind the dangerous feeling that you could lose your heart to that boy.

at least you won't see him again.

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a/n pt2: i hope you liked it!!

[whirlwindimagines]

Hi hi! I just stumbled onto your blog and I saw the Vash writings you did and oh my god my heart 💖😭 thank you for this blog!

Totally an optional request, but could you do one where the reader is a bit reserved on her feelings with Vash, but once she hears people bashing him for being a menace or a crybaby the reader goes absolutely feral in defending him on how he’s done so much for people, and starts to realize how much they genuinely cares for him. And if Vash confronts them on it the reader gets so flustered to where they can’t even look them in the eye or just melts with how he is

Again completely optional! Just thank you for all you do and I hope you feel better! 🥹

Aww I'm glad you’ve enjoyed my fics for Vash, I'm so in love with him it's not funny ;p; I hope you enjoy it! I left it a little open-ended :) ;) So who knows what that can mean :) And thanks! I'm currently having some good soup, so hopefully, I get my voice back ;p; Also ya'll have two Vash x Readers today for Stampede Saturday <3

edit: I DID IT AGAIN FORGOT THE LAST SENTENCE, I cant even blame sick brain on that ;p;

‘Those hardest to love need it most’

Vash X Reader

You're going to blame the alcohol, or maybe you are just an idiot? Everything about today was fine, or normal well as normal as it can be when you are traveling with Vash the Stampede. You entered a small town, hoping to stay out of trouble easier for you than for Vash.

Vash wanted to come to this town and said he knew the sheriff here. You crossed your arms as you looked at him, “And you’ll stay out of trouble while we’re here, right?” Vash rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh, “Oh come on! You know I try to! It’ll be a quick trip, honestly!” He clasps his hands together, giving you a pout with those big puppy dog eyes.

Who are you to resist? With a ‘tsk’ and an eye roll you let him drag you into town. 

It's barely been five minutes since you’ve entered the town when Vash gets roped in on helping the local sheriff, you offer to go with him but he just dismisses you and says he’ll find you later. You are about to argue when he gives you a gentle smile and a pat on the head. At that point the argument ties on your tongue, and before you can embarrass yourself you just agree and run off. 

Which leads you here sitting at the bar of the local saloon, enjoying a drink or two. You sigh, leaning your head down on the bar, being alone with your thoughts is never good. Lately your mind has been drifting off to warm and fuzzy feelings of Vash. You're scared to figure out what that all means, so you’re choosing to ignore it. 

You hear two men sit down at the bar; you glance at them before ordering another drink. You hold the drink in your hand, swirling it around as you start to zone out.

“Did you hear that Stampede guy is in town?” One of the men says it draws your attention, but you keep your face passive. “The Humanoid Typhoon? That guy is nothing but trouble.” answers the second. Your grip tightens on your drink, you hate that nickname it's so unfair when they call him that. They have no idea who the real Vash is, you know you should just let it go. Vash always wants to see the good in everyone. You, on the other hand, have a much harder time with that. 

“He's got a bounty too; 6 million double dollars. I say we go for it before he destroys the town.” You slam your drink down on the bar counter hard, startling the two men next you. With a glare you look at them, “If I were you two, I would stop talking.” 

So, you were a little protective over Vash, someone had to be. “A stranger like yourself shouldn't stick their nose in other towns' business.” You roll your eyes, “That man is a danger to us, brings nothing but unfortunate everywhere he goes.” 

Your heart aches for Vash, you stand suddenly grabbing the man closest to you by the collar of his shirt, “You have no idea what you're even talking about!” You snap, anger taking over. “Vash does everything in his power to protect people like you, scum that doesn't even deserve it. You’d be lucky to meet someone as incredible and amazing as he is.” You know that you certainly felt lucky to have met Vash.

Oh.

Oh.

You drop the man suddenly, eyes wide, taking a step back. Oh God you were an idiot, truly and deeply. Your heart rate picks up, how could you have been so blind? Clearly, the man didn't like being manhandled by you, because he lunges for you. But before he can reach you, you are suddenly pulled back, your back hitting a firm chest with a hand on your shoulder. 

“Whoa, now fellas let's take it easy!” Vash’s cheerful voice breaks the tension, you look up shocked to see Vash’s easy-going smile, but something is off about it. His jaw is set tightly and his hand trembles on his shoulder. Your face heats up, how long had he been standing there?

The man scoffs, “You should keep this one on a leash.” He points at you as you sneer at him, moving to take a step forward. You're stopped by Vash’s hand tightening on your shoulder, you glance at Vash, as he narrows his eyes. “Funny, I’ll keep that in mind.” 

You're about to snap something at Vash, but he swiftly begins manhandling you to throw you over his shoulder, you let out a shriek of protest at the movement. Gripping the back of his jacket like a lifeline, as he carries you out of the saloon

“Vash put me down!” You yell at him; your heart is beating way too fast and your face feels out. He does put you down, he does it so suddenly that you nearly lose your footing until he places his arms on your biceps to settle you. He doesn’t let go, but instead hangs his head. 

You are still angry, “You should have let me handle those guys, who do they think they are talking all that nonsense-” 

“Stop, please.” Vash interrupts you, his voice quiet and sad. “It doesn’t matter.” His voice breaks a bit, you can tell he's probably going to start crying. The anger melts away quickly after that, “Well it matters to me.” you admit softly, 

He looks up at you, tears forming in his bright blue eyes and your heart skips a beat. “Why? You don't need to defend me; I’ve heard it all before. Honestly.” He says this with a light laugh.

“Well, it doesn’t make it okay!” You snap, and he flinches back startled, dropping your arms but you don't let him get far as you grab him by his biceps taking a step closer. “You give so much to everyone you meet, your kind, you see the good in everyone even when they don't deserve and you give people hope, me included. So yeah, I'm going to defend you every time no matter what, Because I care about you!”

Vash’s eyes widen, and you feel like you’ve maybe overstepped, also did you have to throw in that part at the end? Your face heats up, and you’re looking everywhere but at Vash’s face. Dropping his arms, you turn around, “Okay, I'm going to bury myself in a hole bye Vash.” You turn around quickly, ready to run off but before you can Vash grabs you from behind slamming your back into his chest and hugging you around the shoulders. 

He rests his face in the crook of your neck, “I don't deserve you.” Vash mutters into your neck, you blush brightly, and you sigh smiling softly, “You do you really do Vash.”  You’re not sure on how long Vash holds you, but you’re not complaining. You’re a little embarrassed to have been so open with your feelings, Vash can be a little dense so you doubt he’ll look deeper into your words. 

Which is fine, just being like this together is enough. Your whole-body freezes, when you feel Vash place a gentle kiss on top of your head, “I care about you too.” You were going to die, your pretty sure you blacked out or at least your legs gave out. “Whoa!” you hear Vash cry out moving his arms to keep you steady and, on your feet, “Are you okay?” 

No, you really weren't, you let out a yelp as Vash spins you so you’re facing him. He leaned in close, too close! You shoved him back, leaving your hands on his chest and bowing your head. “Just… hold on.” You focus on composing yourself, you look up as you feel Vash place his hands over yours and he’s looking at you with such a sincere smile it makes you want to cry. 

“It's okay I get it, you’re okay…” a pause, he looks unsure, “We’re okay.” Your eyes widen, and then soften he's giving you an out. You relax, you need to work through these feelings first by yourself and then you two could figure out where to go from there. 

You smile softly at him, “Yeah, we’re okay.”

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Warm [Werewolf bf]

⚠︎ warning ⚠︎ : a little angsty at the beginning, yandere behavior from Argos

✎ notes:

idk if this fic makes a lot of sense - if it doesn't, I'm sorry (I needed an outlet for my emotions, esp with this one)

if you're interested, here's the previous part!

Overview: Argos begins to give you more freedom, but it might've not been the best idea. (He also treats you to a warm bath btw)

It’d been a shitty week. Everything had been bubbling and churning and crashing inside you, like litter in the ocean. Litter choked and killed the poor sea life; people choked and killed your emotions. You tried your hardest to hide it from your keen boyfriend and it seemed to work, because he didn’t say anything. 

As twisted as it sounded, Argos stayed silent because he wanted you to be happy. He’d been giving you much more freedom lately–on the sole promise of secrecy–and you (and he) thought you’d absolutely enjoy it. Interacting with people other than him was refreshing–thrilling, even…at first. Your family and friends and acquaintances were oh so glad you were back, and it brought a huge smile on your face. They missed you! 

Argos followed you, however, anywhere you went. Sometimes he was a human, wearing a hoodie with sweatpants. Most times he was a wolf, slinking into alleys and shadows. He was happy to see you happy–he cherished your smile…loved your laugh, after all–but he just couldn’t shake off the fact that they never asked you what happened or where you went. Ever. If they cared for you, he thought, wouldn’t they wonder?

Currently, you were at a lovely gathering and in the midst of venting to a trusted confidant. Curses wouldn’t stop spilling from your mouth and you half thought no one deserved to hear the profanities spewing through your lips, but they nodded along, sitting on a chair and sipping on a drink. You were getting to a peak in your story, then–

“This is really good!” they exclaimed, gazing into their cup. “What did they put in this?”

Oh.

The response was so out of pocket and so completely unrelated to what you were venting about, it sucked all the words right from your mouth. Your mind went blank. 

“I-” you started. 

“You know,” they continued to babble…and the rest faded away.

Quite frankly, you were beyond offended. Despite seeing all red you politely excused yourself and calmly walked away, drink quivering in your hand. You thought you’d nearly break that pretty little glass cup. Stay calm, you urged yourself. Stay calm. The last thing you–or anyone else, for the matter–wanted was another tiring confrontation at a lovely reunion, right?

Argos saw how your lower lip quivered. He saw how your eyes glistened. He saw how hard you gripped your drink. He saw everything, and it took all of his willpower not to rip the door off its hinges with his claws and steal you away. Sharp ears pressed against his head, his black fur melted with the shadows’ dark embrace. He’d get you out. Somehow. 

“Oh? Who’s this?”

Hearing some excited whispers, you glanced over to see what was happening. It’s probably some long-lost person coming to visit, you told yourself, standing uncomfortably in the corner of the room, swirling your empty glass. Nothing interesting, most likely.

Wrong. 

Among the sea of voices you heard his, gravelly and deep. It cut through the air like a sharp knife, and it sent shivers up and down your spine. 

It was Argos, in the flesh. 

What in the world was he doing here? His copper eyes locked with yours and you quickly looked away, fighting the crooked smile that was creeping up your lips–he never failed to find you, did he? When you looked up again he was standing in front of you, large frame engulfing your vision. You nearly let out a yelp but he put a finger up to his lips, silently shushing you. (That simple shirt–the way it stretched tautly over his shoulders and chest, hugging his pale arms tight–looked delicious on him, you thought. As always.)

“What are you–” you started, in a hushed sort of way.

He cut you off by holding onto your hand rather firmly, but not enough to dig into your skin.

“Taking you home,” he replied, rather harshly. 

His voice was low as if he was purposely killing it; it came out in an almost baritone growl. His copper eyes were glued to the door–your ticket out. As you stared at him bewildered, he tilted his head toward the exit as if saying, ‘Let’s go home,’ and all you could do was oblige, half-stunned and half-grateful for his sudden act.

He whispered a soft, “Come,” as he squeezed your hand and tugged you along with him.

Inevitably, people tried to pry and ask questions, but he evaded each query with a charming, rugged smile and swiftly went along his way, you in tow. It seemed to work, because they stood there, too stunned to speak. 

When the two of you were out of prying eyes and ears, Argos shifted. (He had you hold his clothes, though, before he did; he shredded too many already.) He was so big–bigger than a pack mule–yet silent and invisible. (No wonder he’s able to stalk you.) Fur as black as obsidian ran in silky waves along his robust body, thick coat melding perfectly with the night. Paws as big as a dog’s head touched the ground as he gazed at you expectantly.

“You want me to ride on your back?” you asked, quite unsure. 

A muffled hum rumbled in his throat, telling you, “Yes.”

“...Ok.”

The ride home was pleasant. You mindlessly played with Argos’s thick black fur, running your fingers along it, pinching it gently. It was relaxing, hearing the soft crunch of leaves beneath you, burying your face in his warm back. He didn’t mind it when you played with his ears, either, or when you ran your hands along the sides of his fuzzy neck. He was just happy you seemed calmer. Less sad. 

After shifting back, Argos decided to treat you to a small bath. Might as well, he figured, because his clothes were off and you didn’t seem to mind the nudity anymore. The bath wasn’t anything fancy–no petals, no bubbles, no oils–but it was warm, and he was there to take care of you. His deft fingers massaged shampoo into your scalp, and you sighed in relief.

“Are you ok?” he’d ask softly once in a while, washing you off. You just hummed in response, eyes closed and enjoying the sound of water bouncing off the walls. 

He got into the tub after washing up himself, warm water sloshing around as you felt his skin against yours. You leaned into his touch. He pressed gentle kisses on your nape, then along the curve of your neck and shoulder, bringing you closer with his arms.

After a few moments of comfortable silence he mumbled against your shoulder, “What I did was a mistake…” frustration tinging his voice. “I shouldn’t have let you go.”

You knew damn well the reason why, but nonetheless asked softly, “...Why?”

He didn’t say anything, just buried his face in your shoulder further, arms wrapping around your waist tighter. 

They’d pay, he thought to himself.

[fanaticsnail]

hihi it's me, your #1 fan

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like enemies to lovers with a little forced proximity at the beginning, maybe hitching a ride on their ship before getting separated. meeting up at random islands, developing an alliance. so on and so forth.

i needed to get this idea out of my head before i try to sleep again

<3

Oh, my beautiful @bonedaddi3. I remember you from way back when I first started out on this site! You, my dear, are an icon. I so appreciated your prompts (and requests!!) and your encouragement.

My heart swells at the thought of you writing, how beautiful. Please tag me in everything you produce, I wouldn't want to miss a single moment of it!

Now, hear me out.

Is this what you were thinking along the lines of?

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For song recs and vibes for this little piece:

Liar - Camilla Cabello

"but what if you kiss me? And what if I like it?"

Honey (are you coming) - Måneskin

"it's 5am, we feel so good it's almost frightening" "it's not a one-night-stand if it turns into two"

For lyricless looping: Sunset - Kai Engel

Thank you for your wonderful words about my Law piece. It was very sudden and very unhinged.

Happy writing, love! Hopefully the mood-board spurs your swirling thoughts into something truly magical for you 🖤. Thank you for your ask!!

Also, I get you on the "13 on whatpad" 💀. It's been a hot minute since the 'scene-kid' era for me.

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[bellysoupset]

Can i ask for a sick lucas and sick jonah where the boys have to take care of them at the same time but jonah finds a way to injure himself i guess . I know it all over the place but pls do it if possible thank you and absolutely love your work .ps:bonus points for lots of puke

delicious delicious prompt. rubbing my greasy hands all over this.

I call this fic: How Self Indulgent Can I Be?

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Jonah was not feeling well. Somehow, for some reason, he had been roped into helping with a beneficent dinner. Why he was put on kitchen duty, he had no idea. Vince would've been a better pick, Leo would've been better, hell, bloody Atwo-

"Hi man" Luke interrupted his thoughts and Jonah grumbled. Well, there he was. Speaking of the devil.

Jonah lifted his head from the egg salad he was making and glared at Lucas, only to immediately frown. Whatever malaise Jonah was feeling - his head was swimming, his stomach churning and the onion smell was not helping, his eyes watering like crazy - was reflected on Luke's face.

For once he seemed to be completely drained.

"Are you alright?" he asked, because Jonah Banks was not an asshole, it didn't matter what Lucas said.

Luke winced, "yeah, lunch just isn't sitting right."

Jonah wrinkled his nose "and you think it's wise to come help with the food with a stomach flu?"

"It's not the flu" Luke groaned and rubbed his stomach, "I ate too much, too fast. Forgot I had to be here, so..."

"Smart" Jonah scoffed, but he couldn't blame Luke. He felt pretty much the same. His lunch was swirling around his belly.

"You're the one-" Luke interrupted himself with a burp that he didn't care to muffle or excuse himself for, "to speak. You're looking pasty."

"Thanks, go fuck yourself," Jonah grumbled and moved away from him, putting as much distance as the crowded kitchen allowed.

There had been a growing tension between the two of them ever since Jonah had quit the team. In one hand he understood he had let people down quitting mid season like that, and he knew Lucas in special was unhealthily attached to team, but in the other hand... It was his health he should be prioritizing and his career. End of story.

Lucas was just being an asshole late-

Jonah's hand dizzily missed the onion he was supposed to be chopping and suddenly blind pain went up his arm, causing him to shout and scramble back.

He left a trail of red as he moved and suddenly there were people on him, the other kitchen staff, promptly wrapping his hand in a dishcloth and shoving him away from the food and the utensils, seeing as he was currently a health hazard.

Jonah fought the wave of dizziness. He was normally pretty good dealing with blood - he was a doctor after all - but he had already been feeling queasy and seeing all that red was just making it worse.

There was a hand grabbing his bicep and then tugging him out of the kitchen, through the main dining hall. Jonah wasn't sure where Lucas was manhandling him to, but he was just following, his mouth suddenly feeling bitter and wet.

"Jon...?" Leo looked up from where he had been helping with the decoration, "Jonah? Luke, what the fuck- Oh shit, is that blood?!"

Leo's increasingly distressed voice as he rushed to them caught the attention of Vince, who rushed to them in time to catch Jonah stumbling forward.

"Heeey," Vince's voice dragged out, humorously, and not for the first time Jonah thought he should've been the doctor out of the two of them, "you're alright, it's just a little blood-"

"I feel sick," Jonah groaned, while Leo managed to successfully remove Lucas' death grip from his boyfriend's arm and replace it with a gentle hand, "-Like-" Jonah burped and he felt too woozy to bother covering his mouth, "actually sick."

"Fuck," Leo mumbled, "Jon, is this vertigo acting up or-"

"No, I'm just... Get me out of here?"

"Hang on," Vince wrapped an arm around his back, resting a hand on his hip and hooking the fingers on his belt loops. And then he basically carried Jonah out of the building.

Once they all spilled outside, Jonah breathed in deeply through his nose, leaning his head back. It hit Vince's shoulder and he knew he should be embarrassed by how clingy he was being, how uncharacteristic of him, but he felt sick enough he didn't care.

"Cut my hand," he offered up as an explanation, meeting Leo's frantic stare.

"I can see that, babe," Leo smiled, moving closer, "can I peel back the dishcloth? We need to know if you need stitches."

"I- Yeah-" Jonah closed his eyes, turning his face away. He winced as the cloth was slowly unwrapped, tugging at the dried part, "Leo, be careful, I need that hand to do surgery-"

"Hey, Luke, you're looking a little pasty over there," Vince commented, voice loud since Jonah was currently lying on his side. Jonah dared to open his eyes to check.

Atwood was, indeed, looking beyond a little pasty. He was hanging awkwardly behind Leo and there was a smear of blood on his wrist, probably from the kitchen panic when Jon had been too out of it to realize who or what he was grabbing.

"I'm good," Lucas mumbled, stumbling back and sitting down on the garden curb. Jonah shook his head.

"He's sick," he said, before once again focusing on Leo, "so? What's the verdict, doctor?"

Leo opened a smile at the teasing, covering his hand once more, "I don't think it's that deep, but let's just stop by the ER in case, okay? Wendy's there today?" he glanced up, to Vince, who was now entirely focused on Lucas and his worsening condition.

"Yeah, she is..." He frowned, "Luke, we're going to the ER, do you want to tag along...?"

"We?" Jonah repeated, scoffing, "my hand injury is not a class field trip, Leo can walk me there. It's literally a block away."

Leo nodded, looking more amused than worried now, only for a retch to interrupt them all.

Lucas was still sitting on the garden curb, but he had spread his legs apart and his head was hanging limply. His back arched with a heave and then a puddle of horrible white appeared between his boots.

"Shit," Vince groaned, while Jonah promptly reached with his hands to cover his ears and then cursed loudly, since he had forgotten there was a slice across his palm.

"You're okay, I got you-" Leo moved forward to cover his ears, "close your eyes-"

But Leo wasn't actually muffling all that much sound, he was too gentle, and Jonah's stomach was already unsettled to begin with, even worse now that he was back feeling all unsteady on his feet since Vince had scrambled to dot on Lucas like the conjoined twins that they were.

"Leo, fuck-" Jonah squeezed his eyes shut tightly, as if he could block the sound too. No such luck, he could still hear perfectly as Lucas upchucked that gross thing that he could only describe as curdled yoghurt. He gagged at the thought and Leo cursed loud enough to drown out the sound.

"Jon, breathe, just- Just don't listen to Luke, listen to me-"

His stomach, hurting since lunch to begin with, revolted easily and Jonah haphazardly shoved his boyfriend back, but he did it with his dominant and wounded hand and the pain finally sealed the deal.

Vomit exploded out of his mouth, covering the tarmac between them and spraying on the front of Leo's t-shirt, much to Jonah's absolute dismay and disgust.

"Oh fuck, i'm so-" he cut himself with yet another gag, bending in half and puking again, noticing blood had started to run down his arm once more. The sensation was nauseating and unnerving.

"You're okay, you're alright-" Leo said, sounding a little queasy himself and steadying him by the shoulder, "breathe, babe- VIN? A little hand?"

"Sorry, I- Switch with me," Vince said, sounding just as frantic as Leo himself. Jonah dared to open his eyes and immediately regretted it. Lucas was still sitting down on the curb, arms crossed over his knees and forehead resting on them, a mop of chocolate hair shielding his face. The white disgusting vomit, in the other hand, was starkly visible and had stopped just pooling at his foot, but started to run down the curb towards the drain.

Jonah gagged again, bringing up another mouthful of puke, just as Leo let go of his shoulder and Vince took his place.

"Okay, we need to get you away from Luke-" Vince said, sounding more sure footed than Leo, whom Jonah could hear sweet talking Lucas on the background, "just-" Vince, with all the grace of a giant, quickly grabbed Jonah's shoulders and turned him around, facing the opposite side of the building.

"There, stop looking at that mess."

"I puked on Leo."

"Leo's fine," Vince rolled his eyes, glancing past Jonah's shoulder, "right, kid?"

"I AM OLDER THAN YOU!"

"See? He's fine," Vin smiled, "take a deep breath, you're alright."

"I'm... My stomach hurts, my hand hurts, my head-"

"I think you two idiots caught that flu that's going around," Vince sighed, pressing a cool hand on Jonah's forehead, "and you chopped your hand open."

"It's not chopped," Jonah groaned, leaning forward and bracing against the nausea that kept washing over him, rolling in his belly like waves, "I feel fucking awful."

"Figures," Vin thumped his back in a reassuring manner, fingers squeezing his nape, "okay get it all up now, not on my boots-"

Behind them Lucas retched once more, loudly, and Jonah groaned, shaking back and forth.

"Please get him to shut the fuck up," he groaned, squeezing his good hand against his stomach and bringing up another burp, "just get him to stop."

"It's not his fault," Vince glared at him sternly, "Leo, I'm gonna take Jonah to the hospital get his hand fixed, are you good with Luke?"

"I think so?!" Leo sounded so panicked and unsure that Jonah couldn't help but smile even through the queasiness that was threatening to send him puking again, "he's not really saying anything."

"Just keep him company, I'll get Jonah settled and I'll be back in a sec."

"You really should've been a doctor," Jonah mumbled, as Vince once again pulled him into that supportive hold and started to guide him towards the hospital building.

"Yeah, you and my mom both think that," Vince grinned, "but trust me, I'm not built for that."

"Uhm," Jonah paused the walk, straightening up and rubbing his stomach. It was pulsing with the waves of nausea. He hadn't eaten much for lunch but he was regretting anything he had ever eaten, plus the red he could clearly see staining his shirt was not helping, "Leo-"

"Is fine. It was nothing, he'll live," Vince pulled back, squinting to the building they could just see ahead of them, "c'mon, Jon, we're almost there."

They made it to the hospital without further accident and the minute they were inside, Jonah relaxed. He spent so long inside the these walls, they felt more like home than anything else.

"Heard Dr. Banks was downstairs crying over a booboo," Wendy's voice pulled him out of the contact high and Jonah rolled his eyes.

"I opened my hand and I think you gave me your stupid bug," he glared at her, causing Wendy's lips to tug up with a mischievous smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure I infected you, but not my literal boyfriend," she rolled her eyes, then blushed as Vince planted a kiss on her temple, not even bothering to interrupt their banter.

"Vince isn't human," Jonah shrugged, causing the other man to scoff.

"Thanks a lot, Jon," he wrinkled his nose, "I have to go get Lucas, he was also throwing up everywhere."

"And Leo."

"And Leo."

"Leo's also sick?" Wendy raised her eyebrows and Vince shook his head.

"No, he's fine-"

"For now, I did puke all over him," Jonah pointed out, leaning forward and swallowing the urge to be sick all over again as he was reminded he had just vomited all over his boyfriend's shirt.

"Just his shirt."

"He doesn't have an immune system."

"Yeah, well..." for a second the mask slipped and Vince looked just plain tired, but then his smile was back on, "he'll live. Let me go collect the kids."

"Father of the year award," Wendy mocked, tiptoeing to give him a peck, before Vince rushed out of the ER. Jonah raised a judgmental eyebrow and caused her face to turn tomato red.

"You two are disgusting."

"You're the one to say, vomity-boy," Wendy rolled her eyes, "okay, has anyone stitched up your hand yet?"

"No, but they cleaned it and bandaged it" Jonah grimaced as his stomach gurgled unhappily, "get me the bowl, Wen."

She obeyed without a sassy comment, handing it to him and gesturing for a nurse to step forward and hold it, all the while she started stitching up his hand. The area had long gone numb and stopped bleeding at least.

Jonah hung awkwardly over the bowl, taking deep steady breaths as he struggled to keep his stomach in check. He was starting to feel a horrible headache coming on, which he knew was the initial signs of dehydration.

"Can I-" he interrupted himself with a belch and spat in the bowl, ears burning with embarrassment, "can you hook me on a line?"

"Yeah, of course," Wendy's voice had dropped from her usual snarky tone, back to the concerned softness she used with her patients, "you're feeling that bad?"

"I'm dehydrating," Jonah groaned, leaning back on the chair and Wendy gently tapped his knuckles as she finished the last stitch.

"All done, I'm gonna get you an IV, alright? Hang in there."

"Thanks, Wen."

He let his eyes slip closed and it seemed like just a second had passed, but he knew for a fact had to be more, because next he opened them Wendy's face was next to his as she injected something in his IV, the needle already in his arm even though he had no recollection of her inserting it.

"Hey," she smiled, "I'm giving you an antiemetic, is gonna make you sleepy."

"No, don't-"

"You're okay, Leo's just down the hall. He'll be here with you in a second."

"Leo...?" Jonah blinked, trying to situate himself, "what's he doing here?"

"Taking care of you, duh," Wendy rolled her eyes, "he's coming here in a moment, they're just getting Lucas settled."

"They- Lucas is here?" Jonah raised his eyebrows, so surprised it snapped him out of the sleepy feeling, "he doesn't do hospitals."

"Yeah, so I learned," She scoffed, "Vince dragged him here, he's dehydrated. I think he was puking since morning."

"No he wasn't-" Jonah trailed off. The stupid idiot, "tell him I hope he dies."

"I'll let him know you wish him a speedy recovery," Wendy smirked, then looked to his left and pulled back, "I'll go check on him. Leo's here, get some sleep."

Jonah turned his head towards where she was looking and sure enough Leo was there. Looking like he had just wrestled with a bear and wearing what seemed to be Vince's shirt, but there nonetheless.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he smiled brightly, occupying his rightful place right next to Jonah's comfy half lying back chair. Jon scoffed.

"Like hot garbage... You really shouldn't be here, you're going to catch this."

"I think we're way past that point, babe," Leo grinned, then reached in to stroke his face, "you missed out, Luke puked everywhere, all over Vince."

Jonah let out a chuckle, raising his eyebrows, "and I'd want to see that because?" he laughed, closing his eyes and letting his head lol, forehead hitting Leo's shoulder.

His boyfriend's shoulder hitched with a chuckle, "it was like The Exorcist."

"You're gonna make me sick, shut up," Jonah muffled a smile against his new shirt, "where did you get this?"

"Vince's backpack," Leo's voice tuned down to a whisper and he kept stroking Jon's cheek softly, toying with his curls, "how's the hand?"

"Can't feel it," Jonah yawned, "can't feel anything to be honest, Wendy just drugged me."

"Good," Leo planted a kiss to his brow, "get some rest."

[scp-ao3-author]

Hi! Do you have any stories about the origin of something you wrote?

OH OH OH OH OKAY

SO UHHH LETS JUST DO THEM ALL

Lightning:

Lightning was my first attempt at a 100k fic. its currently on anonymous because I have a firm belief that A Certain Author is reading my work and that is very scary. There was an actual draft that made it TO 100k, but the plot sucked?

Like I detailed every moment of Y/N from birth to SCP Foundation because I was a very "Grrr... Accuracy" guy. and then I had an entire subplot between y/n and kondraki, which inevitably fails. there was a whole thing of Y/n's brain being fried from amnestics and someone was like "this is actually stupid :/" so i ended up rewriting it with whatever I pulled from my ass.

Confession booth:

Confession booth was supposed to be a crack fic. surprise surprise. my (ex) friend wanted me to write a crack fic of clef in a priest outfit. but he didnt seem... like the kind of guy to just do that for no reason? at least back then I figured him to be like that guy. since then, I have grown to learn more about clef so in hindsight, I would like to rewrite some of my older stories to be more fitting. But I made a plot to rationalize Priest Clef and well. thats what was created.

Hold The Line:

I was maladaptive Daydreaming to Give and Take by Poor Mans Poison and i thought I was going to die if i didnt share the thoughts in my head.

The Only World You Know:

I got tired of Iceberg being shitty and pathetic with no backstory. Had to flesh that sad little milkshake

Take the seeds:

Fin.

Memory:

I always had the headcanon that Francis had legitimately worked in the Foundation as a system well before taking control as Dr. Clef. But one of the questions that always begged in my head was like... How would he have reacted with the other staff? I experimented with Kondraki, who also went through his original change. The idea of Kondraki being part of the Montauk Procedure and spiraling actually came from Author Kondraki's old blog. the rest I pulled out my ass with the help of a few friends. The original story was supposed to be "They hate each other, but begrudgingly are forced to get along. thats it." but people were ADAMANT about making them fall in love. it was mildly uncomfortable but i rolled with it and i will admit. I kind of like how it turned out apart from the last chapter.

Its Like Dying:

I wanted to write a followup to Memory about how Francis affected Kondraki's life in such a way that when Kondraki finally realized he cared, it had been too late to actually follow through on that. He takes this out towards Clef, the man who suddenly appeared after Francis Dissapeared, but eventually learns to accept when something is gone forever, and hopefully when i get around to it again, he will move towards actually accpeting clef into his life, not knowing that hes the only other person who will treat him like hes not insane for knowing Francis Existed.

I Am Ready To See You Again:

its supposed to be like a ressurection idea not FOR resurrection but similar. they wake up, everything is new and strange. and different. but as they explore the memory of their previous lifetime goes away, and they have to adjust to their own world. It centers mainly around A Major what with their multi universal knowledge? the idea was SUPPOSED to be that at least. I got the intro out and.... I lost all my notes apart from "Gears finds 173"

They Dont Even Have Dental:

This was supposed to be a silly joke seminar about Clef hating the GOC for not having dental, a running gag between some of my friend groups. its like an unspoken agreement. that place sucks, they dont have dental. and then i planted a cute little bit of plot at the end for an... upcoming show im working on. dw. ill share the script.

when its done.

Francis Disturbed:

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING.

HHHH OKAY SO.

this was built off of a million headcanons swirling in my little head, but the final headcanon that broke the google doc was this:

Francis was a premature baby.

lemme break this one down im a bit excited lol

in 4231, Francis loved lily. alot. and it hurt him because she hurt him, but he stayed nonetheless. that, plus having DID? probably meant that it was VERY unlikely he had a stable family life growing up. dads out of the picture, type greenery adapted at a young age... you know? it adds up. then there was the stuff about agora. I thought...

I honestly thought that Agora was laying the self-shaming and "I should have killed my son" stuff a bit... i hated it. Like it was good but it rubbed me the wrong way a little and after a moment im like... "What if... i worked with that idea?" and created a story about Francis' childhood dynamic. this is where it gets fun:

Ive been planning the next chapter for a little while now, but this all happened during a time period in which I did not EXIST, so i have to go around my writing carefully. the next chapter is going to be the after effects of what... Agora... Did... and after THAT we get to see Francis entering the GOC, and what happened to him in the Ichabod Campaign.

it gets a little funny there was going to be a bit where ukulele gets a balloon tied to his arm so his team can find him off-missions.

Now. this wont make sense, until you SEE the chapter but... I cant continue writing the story until I get a physical copy of IT by stephen king....

and i dont live near a library or book shop OR thrift store that has it.

And I hate amazon.

A Different Shade OF Green:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OH GOD

HHHHH lemme grab my notes uhhhh ADSOG has been planned for a WHILE

ACTUALLY HERES THE DRAFT

FAIR WARNING: TREAT this story like it is NOT the actual bones of ADSOG on AO3. I kind of just kept rambling, I wanted an arc for a story where Blackbird takes an interest into Francis, but it ultimately doesn't work out, ukulele appears more. Adam is a dick. Ten is more active in the story too. there's SO many differences between this and the actual story. AND the format is FUCKED

ADSOG was supposed to be a single one shot, where seven confronted clef about his issues. She responds to his dickish behavior by shoving a spoon into his face, and he replies by biting into it and slowly chewing it while they make eye contact. that was ALL the story was supposed to be. then i was like "I like the barber scene." that is actually a one shot on its own that i just blended into the draft and main story. there are SO gonna be more scenes in the main story where francis is stimmming. at some point or another though i had at one point built SO many one shot stories on them that i just said fuck it and made it all one big story and

oh my god.

you are going to cry at the ending.

Orangechild:

uhh this was actually a full narrative but then i hit up @tickedtimebomb and was like "give me a line that fucks and ill turn it into a poem" and that's how I got "and then i fed the world my soul" WHICH IS ALSO REFRENCED IN THE DRAFT OF ADSOG

idk if anyone's noticed or not but i have a million little red strings tying all of my story together. :D

intervention:

fin

eye for an eye:

Eye for an eye was created with the ongoing concept of "4231-a comes back, how will clef react?" but instead of the "he would cry and die" I decided to go for a "He's going to be pissed."

it is a vacation:

I had a silly idea of the doctors being sent to antarctica and i played with it a little with mattastr0phic because I wanted myriad in the story. I had another friend who helped me with the iceberg bit too. <3

in cod we trust:

I just wanted to give Cimmerian some shit.

apples and oranges:

I take commissions for writing. I was paid to make this, that doesn't mean I don't love it though i have EVERY chapter preplanned. as of right now, unfortunately, I am on pause for my writing because I burned myself a little bit on regular writing and am just sticking to script writing for some *cough* shows.

Ketchup and Mustard:

I am preparing for something called a "Kingson bomb" which is: whenever i have an extra amount of money laying around, I grab some artists and nab them to make Kingson commissions, thus making a small vault of Kingson art. when I reach an unholy large amount, I'm going to blast @finiffy with it and fucking kill them. one of the people I commissioned said something along the lines of "They are so ketchup and mustard to me" and well. I had to do it.

Bear your tombstone:

The idea for this story was actually the fact that it was supposed to be its own chapter in Francis disturbed, but i got WAY to excited making it to the point I just uploaded it on its own.

Seventeen minutes:

i wanted to autism code kondraki and have others see my vision.

Something New:

I want a story similar to Memory, I am specifically making this in honor of Amones, who has absolutely INCREDIBLE art!!!!!

THEY ARE ALSO MAKING A REALLY COOL VIDEO GAME AKFSJDKLF

tales of a greyhound stranger:

THIS story was inspired by 4231 and personal experience, but not in a sad way. 4231 briefly mentions that Francis rides on the Greyhound, a bus station that's prominent in Europe and America. I also ride greyhound (and will be going partially across country in about a month) and sometimes when you use the bus system, you come across some... REALLY interesting people. I think Francis had a beautiful time traveling and ended up having fun once in a while with others. I think he deserves nice things.

[aster-petrichor]

My DBD Fanfic (update)

Soooooooo. Development. Yay! I have nearly 1k new words written. Only drawback is that it isn't technically for a new chapter 😭. I had too much backstory swirling around in my head so I started writing but then it devolved into Edwin having gay panic for like 90% of it which ate up so much of my planned word count. I don't want to jab it into the current fic as flashbacks or even a chapter so I suspect Im going to turn my fic into a series and have this new content be the prequel and then go back and forth between the two fml.

But on topic of the fic (I'm thinking of renaming it - any suggestions?) I've decided on what I'm doing with Thomas' storyline! Obvi this is a plan/concept and often the characters have minds of their own once you start typing so the final thing will either fit the plan completely or be 99% different.

Currently I'm further toying with the idea of Desire being like "oh lol yh you have another parent!" to thomas and he has a whole crisis over it before deciding to reach out. Since Magnus came second on the poll (joint with Despair but this aint that kinda fic) I'd have him be said other parent. I'm worried this may be getting a bit too multifandom and I still need to sit down and figure out how I'm gonna line these timelines up (or if i plan to be wishy washy about it) and just how deeply I plan to blend fandoms considering I'm also going to merge GO in. Then again I could pivot (I still have time) and only have good omens as a mention and make the real plot about the Shadowhunters crossover so there isnt way too many people and/or things?

[sullustangin]

How did Marcus Trant find out who Theron's parents were in your universe? I have ideas that range from the quick and easy to hilarity but was curious about yours.

Oh, good question! Thanks for asking!

This is just my interpretation, but I think Trant figured out Theron's full parentage by the Epilogue of the novel Annihilation. Remember that Marcus Trant is head of SIS, and as I like to say in my fic, it's not just because he's cute and does the paperwork.

Basically, Theron skipped the final debriefing to go talk to Teff'ith, and Trant was just there like "ah. ha. ha. Said he couldn't make it." Jace read this as uncomfortable, but maybe not for the obvious reason of shirking a meeting with the Supreme Commander and the Grand Master of the Jedi Order.

Theron conveyed to Trant that he was not attending. As Jace himself observed, Theron could have been there if Trant had ordered him to. Trant did not order him to. I think that was a deliberate choice, because both Trant and Theron want to avoid an awkward family reunion.

As to how Trant individually found out about Satele and Jace, it got long so it's under the cut:

As Trant pointed out to Jace, when asked about Theron, that Shan is a commonish name on Coruscant; in a world of trillions, there are millions of Shans. However, when Jace pressed him, Marcus Trant explicitly said he knew that Satele is Theron's mom. That's on page 85 of Annihilation. "Only a handful of people know. Obviously, this is something we want to keep under wraps." At that time, Trant didn't know Jace is the father...but Jace's interest probably sparked something here.

But how did he know about Satele? My headcanon runs with the idea that when Master Ngani Zho abandoned Theron, there was a big, urgent flurry to get the boy somewhere with someone. He's 13, going on 14. He couldn't stay at a Jedi temple, and he didn't have any relatives listed. If Zho was gone they were supposed to contact Satele...and she was out of contact trying to find Tython. When Theron did end up at Coronet City Military Academy (my headcanon again), he gave the name Theron Shan as an act of defiance, not fully aware that Shan is a common name. He previously went by Theron Zho because that was the name of his father. From the Academy, Theron was recruited by alumnus Marcus Trant to SIS.

Trant figured out Satele as Theron's biological mother, and based on what he says to Jace in Annihilation, he's not the only one that knows; Satele had shown enough interest in Theron's well-being over the years, but never to actually talk to him directly. That's implied in several areas of canon. I interpret that as her not wanting to give Theron mixed signals. She didn't want to meet him or else he might get the impression that she'd take him home with her one day -- which couldn't happen. People around her and around the boy can see that, but the worlds never touch. They know, but they don't share it with other people.

As to how Trant figured out that Jace was the father, Jace's interest in Theron and Theron's relationship with Satele probably tripped Trant's radar. Also, Jace and Satele had been friends since the two of them escaped Korriban together; surely there was some sort of "huh, what about them?" over the course of the last 40 years, Jedi or not. Trant was married to Garza, who eventually headed up SpecForce, and Jace was once Havoc Squad Commander before his current gig; Trant and Jace probably knew each other, even just socially, prior to Theron joining SIS. With all of this swirling, just as Jace looked over his files and did some math about his time on Alderaan.... so did Trant. Given that both Satele and Jace were unusually concerned about this one SIS agent, and given that Trant already knew Satele was Theron's mom, Trant put the rest of the pieces together.

Also, this doesn't eliminate the simplest option of all: Theron told Trant. Trant already knew half the story with Satele. Why not the other? Theron knew that Trant would figure it out eventually. So let's save some steps and get it over with.

By the time the final debriefing in Annihilation rolled around, Trant had seen Theron's reaction to Zho resurfacing a few years before; Trant was well-aware that Theron had emotional issues and called him out on it a few times in the comic Lost Suns and in the novel. That said, Theron might be an internal mess but he was Trant's best agent; Trant did not want to hurt his own best asset. Having mom and dad and son in one room? Trant took this one for the SIS team; this needed to be done personally and privately, not at an official debrief. So he let Theron off the hook.

Later, in my headcanon, I can see Jace telling Trant and then Trant wearily telling him, "I know. Next problem?"

Thanks again for asking!

[sychosid]

you will always wonder how

Marty Janetty & The 1-2-3 Kid & The Undertaker

Heartbreak Hotel AU

tw: none

Basically, what happens to Marty after my previous HBH fic. Think of this as an interlude.

[Ao3]

Kid was in Austin. Marty didn’t know by what stroke of luck that he was, but the little guy was and he knew he had to thank the stars for that. It was only an hour and a half out with the current traffic getting out of San Antonio.

Compared to that motel, it seemed like time dragged on. He was almost hesitant to drive out of San Antonio, but he knew he had to get away from the city. The wounds that Shawn Michaels’ left on his heart were being torn open. He couldn’t stand being in the city any longer than having booked a motel for the night to sleep in at. Even then his sleep was restless and tiresome. 

Nightmares of the way Shawn stared him down as he tried to drive away were stuck in his head. Those haunted eyes, the howling wind…He swore his car was going to be blown away with him in it.

The honking of the car behind him snapped him out of it. Light was green for go. He was meeting Kid at some abandoned apartment building which was fine by Marty. Anything but a motel for a while would be good.

Marty parked a block off from the building. It was early, he was sure Kid was asleep despite the younger man assuring him he'd be awake. It was too early for him to be up, unless he was already up all night.

The papers had shown that only a day had passed, when it felt like much more at the Heartbreak Hotel. Marty parked his car, stepped out, and made his way over to the abandoned building. He noted the lone motorbike parked right outside the place, surprised that the owner felt comfortable enough to leave it there.

He was going up the dusty, worn down stairs and swearing at Kid inside his head about why he decided they had to meet up on the third floor of all things. Marty was tired, his body trying to play catch up with the real world. There were ideas and thoughts swirling in the party boy’s head, things that weren’t explainable to just about any normal person. But he knew Kid would believe him, and believe him that it wasn’t just a bad trip.

Marty knocked on the door of the apartment number Kid had told him, 312. He waited a moment, before the door pulled open. Noting the lack of a peephole, he was about to chide Kid about not double checking who he was letting in when he noticed the figure standing towards the back of the room.

“Hey Marty!” Kid was happy to see him, as if he ever wasn’t. The man nodded his head in greeting. He was tall. Taller than the both of them. Dark, braided hair that was clearly dyed if the ginger roots peeking through were anything to go by. A leather jacket that was clearly too big for Kid was slung behind a chair. He was clearly the owner of the bike outside. Black, faded and cut into a muscle-tee Metallica shirt, leather pants. Bandana tied around his head.

“Kid, who is this.”

“This is uh, Mark. He said he needed to be here…I think he’s like, homeless or something. Y’know, crazy guy.” Kid leaned in and whispered, looking over his shoulder. 

To Marty, the man looked way too clean and well kept for someone who would be homeless. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, trying to think of what to do.

“You…nevermind, I’m too tired. He hasn’t tried to do anything to you has he?”

“Oh I just met him like, a few hours after you called me last night.”

So he stayed up all night.

“Right…”

“Pardon me, gentlemen.” Mark interrupted. His tone was far more polite, and his voice was far more gravelly than Marty had expected. “You…you’re Marty, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been…there. Recently.”

“There?” Marty felt his heart drop, but he kept his wits about him the best he could.

“The Heartbreak Hotel.”

It was like ice was coursing through Marty’s veins. He wanted to throw up.

Kid gave him a worried look. “You don’t look too hot man…wait…what’s the Heartbreak Hotel? Some fancy place you hitting up without me?”

“Shh.” Marty made a face at him, thinking for a second about his response. “Hey. How do you know about it?” Something in him knew not to question how he knew that Marty was there. Who cares? He did. Marty wanted to know what Shawn had been through.

“I was there. I met Shawn.” 

Marty’s heart couldn’t decide if it wanted to sink or stop or what.

“I was there.” Marty confirmed Mark’s suspicions. Or his accusation. Marty wasn’t sure. “How did you know Shawn?”

“Know…I met him there.” Mark seemed perplexed by the question.

“You met him–” Marty felt confusion take him over too. “You didn’t know Shawn? Kid you remember Shawn.”

“Michaels?” Kid titled his head.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I remember him a little…we’d just met and then he went missing.”

Mark looked between the two of them, just as confused as before. 

“I did not know Shawn before I met him at the Hotel.” He confessed. “I…assumed he had no human origins.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Kid pouted, feeling out of the loop.

“I-I’ll explain later Kid, okay?” Marty put his hand on Kid’s shoulder, getting a nod in response. “And Shawn was a real, living, breathing human with blood in his veins. He was a friend of mine.”

Mark’s face hardly changes, and Marty wonders what he’s thinking. Did this guy think Shawn was just some random spirit or something? Hell, it’s not like Shawn was famous or anything but with this guy’s accent, he had to be local. Austin was the kind of city Shawn would love to live in too. 

After a while, he speaks.

“I see. That changes my thoughts. You need to come with me.”

And with that, Mark was out the door.

Kid and Marty exchanged glances.

“Kid–”

“GO! I don’t know what’s going on but it’s important to you Marty.” Kid is practically pushing his friend out the door.

“Okay, okay. Love ya, I’ll be in touch when I can, okay?”

“Yeah yeah, just go.”

Marty catches up to Mark, who’s confirmed to be the owner of the chopper that was sitting outside. “So uh, let me go grab my car–”

“I’ll give you a ride to it. When you’re following me, stay close. I won’t hesitate to leave you in the dust.”

Something in Marty’s stomach that was twisted just wrenched even harder. He didn’t doubt the pale man, but it was like being around him there was a shift in the air. Colder, deader.

“Alright.”

[annawayne]

🎁 💭🧪💎💌

-Also Clouds bc I kinda commissioned those asks as a favor

Thank you once again for asking, you have no idea how I appreciate it <3 🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share? Oh, well, chapter 2 of "My yellow light in your soft whispers" is going to be quite a ride :)

She saw the sea for the first time when the ship of Marley left for Paradis.  Standing on the deck, Annie gazed into the vast blue expanse that played with the smoky sky on the horizon when it was difficult to draw the line between them. The repetitive, on the verge of the irritating, sound of the gasping waves crashing against the ship’s hull almost erased the voices of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Marcel beside her, and the salty breeze brushed her face and tousled her hair, covering the dullness of her eyes. And while the three boys around her seemed to be captivated by the solace of the quavering sea in from of them and excitedly chatting about the mission, her mind was occupied with the words of the man, that called himself her father.  Forgive me, he pleaded on his knees. For what?  Annie didn’t understand it at that time, she didn’t even know the concept of being hurt, not with physical wounds, existed. She didn’t understand, so she obeyed. She forgave him at that moment. Everything I taught you had been wrong, he wailed through his tears. Why? She became the Warrior, the pride of the nation, and the shifter of the Female Titan. He became an Honorary Marleyan, with the solid guarantee of her being dead within thirteen years and a peaceful life with praise and money. Like everything it was supposed to be.  Annie didn’t understand why it was wrong when the goal of many years finally being achieved was wrong. She didn’t understand, so she obeyed. Everything she was, everything she knew, from now was a mistake. She was a mistake.  Please, come back to me, his voice was cracked by foreign emotions.  What’s the purpose of it? Annie didn’t understand, but…he saw her as her daughter, even if she was a mistake. At least, this is what she wanted to think of it at that moment.  She didn’t understand, so she obeyed. I will, I promise, she said, leaving the rusty anchor full of poison in Liberio.  The swirling currents of the ever-changing hues of blue kept crawling with its dormant strength, and their vessel destined for a deadly mission confidently took its course. Annie didn’t care about the large mass of water, she even hated it as its magnificence and power were inherited, given by nature, and she needed to go through blood and tears to gain something, someplace in this world. So the same second her small feet felt the sand of the land of devils, the open sea became just another goal, another step toward her way back home.

💭 What inspires you and your writing? Oh, well, I guess, a lot of things. For example, MYLYSW was born just from one of my art WIPs (yeah, it's going to be a part of the story too!), then all these ideas that were in my head for some time lined up into one story. But in general, I guess it's just what is interesting to me - some fanfics, that I admire, sometimes, it's music, sometimes it's just my own sketch for future artwork, even my own feelings sometimes work as inspiration because my writing is also my own reflection on topics that are important to me. 🧪 Do you research for your fics? Y E S Depending on fics, of course, some topics are quite familiar to me, some are the whole new world. Well, for MYLYSW I researched some bullets injuries to understand what I could do with Armin :D 💎 Do you often write about a relationship or focus on an individual? Hm, I would say - individuals in relationships. I don't really like the idea of dissolving in one another, so even if my characters share an enormous bond - they are still in the first place themselves. Their love is just a part of themselves, and not them entirely. That's why I always try to give my characters some "ordinary, simple" things, describing them VERY specifically to show the reader that they're alive. Like, for example, Annie loves not just sweets in general, she loves blueberry cupcakes. Armin doesn't smoke just because he wants to be sexy at 29 years old, it's an imitation of relaxation or just a few minutes just for himself or with Annie (who, yeah, through the year embraced this new habit of his, but not right at the beginning), it's like a ritual among the chaotic days. 💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write? Oh, HEH, I guess My yellow light it's the whole tribute to the trope "Character A in danger, character B is losing it" :D So, yeah, I guess it's definitely one of my favorites. But to be honest, I don't really rely on tropes. Maybe, I have them, but I just don't recognize them as tropes.

[krizaland]

The Sleeping Princess

A Balan x self insert oc and Lance x self insert oc fic

I’ve got Balan Wonderworld brainrot. So I’m writing this shameless self shipping fic.

Be warned: This fic deals with depression, suicidal thoughts, and mentions of abuse.

Without any further ado, here we go!

“Huh? Oh god…where am I? Who am I?”

A feminine human groaned as she struggled to open her heavy eyelids.

When the human finally opened her eyes, she was greeted with a white ceiling wrapped in a golden trim.

A large matching chandelier dominated the center of the ceiling, it’s countless candles filling the room with a gentle glow.

She looked down to find herself wrapped up in a luxurious black blanket decorated with various rainbow swirls.

The human groggily peeled off the blanket as she slowly sat up.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and continued to observe her surroundings.

The walls were pastel purple and spotted with various golden filagree designs and matching candelabras.

The human slid out of the bed and onto a soft, dark purple rug.

She let out a yawn as she stretched, slightly lifting the hem her pastel purple nightgown.

Despite finally getting up, The human’s questions remained unanswered.

She still had no idea where nor who she was.

All she knew was that she had been asleep for quite sometime.

The human gingerly made her way over to a fancy, full length mirror.

She stared and studied her reflection but she still couldn’t recognize the face staring back at her.

A face with pale freckle dusted skin and dark chocolate brown eyes was all she saw.

She ran her fingers through the slightly wavy pink hair that just barely reached her shoulders.

“Is this really what I look like?” The human asked her reflection.

“Yes, and a lovely sight to see. Quite the beauty if you ask me.”

The human shrieked as Lance appeared next to her.

“Ah, sorry my dear! I didn’t mean to cause you such fear.” Lance chuckled nervously as he held up his hands.

“Who the hell are you?!” The human screamed as she clutched herself protectively.

“Oh dear, you don’t remember me? Perhaps you have lost your memory.” Lance noted as he stroked his chin.

“You can say that again! I don’t even remember my own damn name!” The human whined as she clutched the sides of her head.

“I see this is quite the mess. But at least I know your name, it’s The Sleeping Princess” Lance explained calmly.

The Sleeping Princess raised a brow, that didn’t seem right but she was in no place to dispute it.

“Ooh-Kay then… And your name is?”

“My name is Lance, my dear. I’m the maestro of Wonderworld and the reason your here.” Lance explained with a bow.

“Wonderworld?”

“Wonderworld is our current land. It appears to those with broken hearts who could use a hand.” Lance continued as he gestured to the room.

The Sleeping Princess scratched her head as her face scrunched up.

“Still confused I see. Not to worry. I can show you around here! Come with me and let’s get your mind clear!”

The Sleeping Princess tried to protest but Lance had already taken her by the hand.

She was dragged out of the bedroom and pulled into an endless sea of colors and sounds.

Lance gave The Sleeping Princess a warm smile before explaining everything he could about Wonderworld.

From being able to have a stage all her own to the Negati that hid in the shadows, The Sleeping Princess grew more and more enamored with Wonderworld.

After being lead to an empty stage, Lance finally let go of her hand.

“Here we are! A stage just for you! Do you remember what to do?”

“I think so.”

And with that, The Sleeping Princess squeezed her eyes shut.

The stage creaked and gurgled as it slowly transformed into a psychedelic forest.

Bioluminescent mushrooms covered the stage as well as colorful trees that looked like they were melting.

Everything became a beautiful sensory nightmare.

In the center of the forest was a large heart shaped bed with a menagerie of pillows and blankets.

Despite the loud sounds and bright colors, The Sleeping Princess couldn’t have been happier.

“Wonderful job! You’ve learned with such ease! Feel free to change your stage whenever you please.” Lance chirped with a clap.

The Sleeping Princess couldn’t help but tear up a bit.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much!”

“You’re very welcome, my dear. If you need anything, call me and I will be here.”

And with that, Lance disappeared into the shadows.

The Sleeping Princess let out another yawn and climbed into the bed.

It was so soft her body practically melted into it.

She let out a content sigh as she pulled up the covers and fell into a deep sleep.

That was how The Sleeping Princess started her new life in Wonderworld.

While she would explore her stage from time to time, she mostly just slept the day away in her cozy bed.

Whenever Lance came to check in on her, he was always treated to tales of exciting dreams and wacky adventures.

He had to admit, he could listen to The Sleeping Princess talk forever.

As time went on, Lance found himself spending more and more time with The Sleeping Princess.

Lance loved every Wonderworld inhabitant but The Sleeping Princess had a very special place in his heart.

The life of a maestro was an exciting yet lonesome one.

Something about The Sleeping Princess was so comforting to him.

She was like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night.

Lance soon begun to wish he could spend even more time with her.

It wasn’t until he saw The Checkered King spend time with his queen, did Lance realize what he needed to do.

Wasting no time, Lance made his way back to The Sleeping Princess’s stage.

It just so happened that The Sleeping Princess was wide awake for once and happily exploring her stage.

What luck! Lance was relieved he wouldn’t have to wait until she woke up.

He cleared his throat and adjusted his collar.

“Oh! Hey Lance”

The Sleeping Princess climbed down a large tree and strode up to greet him.

“Doing another check in?”

While The Sleeping Princess tried to sound happy, a twinge of unease peeked through.

She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something about Lance always put her on edge.

Despite how charming he seemed, Lance’s eyes felt empty.

His voice was kind but his words seemed to lack sincerity.

It was almost like he was an actor reading from a script.

Nevertheless, The Sleeping Princess put on a happy face.

Regardless of her reservations, she knew that Lance was the one who gifted her with her beautiful new home and asked for nothing in return.

Weird vibes are no excuse to be rude to such a kind host.

Luckily, Lance didn’t seem to notice the unease that peeked through The Sleeping Princess’s happy facade.

His usually gentle demeanor was replaced with a nervous expression.

“Normally I’d agree with that statement but today I’m here for something different..”

Lance’s voice was softer than usual and his face turned pink.

The Sleeping Princess gave him a sympathetic look.

“Is everything ok?”

Lance swallowed thickly and nodded.

“You see, my dear. I love everyone who lives here. Each person is like a friend so close. But it’s you who I cherish the most.”

“Oh… Um…Thank you!”

While The Sleeping Princess assumed Lance said this sort of thing to everyone in Wonderworld, she couldn’t help but feel a knot form in her stomach.

“Words cannot describe the joy of spending the day with you. So now I realize what I must do.”

Lance pulled out a purple gift box

“Sleeping Princess after all this time, I now ask you to be mine!”

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[freshbakedbreadstick]

when you're done with your current fic can we maybe see your take one the beloved Terzo Emeritus 👉👈

woah wait you can change the font of an ask did you know that???

Oh baby you have absolutely no idea how many evil little thoughts I have swirling in my head about him ! ! !

I absolutely will write them down and post as soon as I can ! ! I will dedicate one in your honor, sweet anon <3

(Also I had no idea you could still change thr font, I hardly ever mess with those options LMAO )

[greyborn2]

This is more a note-to-self post than anything (hence no tags) but current list of fic ideas (or I guess fics in progress too? Only two of them are. I'm still really new to fic-writing) I've got swirling in my brain. - Breath of Kyne. My Elder Scrolls minotaur focused fic. Currently on kinda hiatus because I realized I didn't really like how I'd characterized the deuteragonist (Kesh) and short of just sorta going back through what I've already put out and rewriting chunks of it there isn't really a solution? IDK. Torn on what to do with this'n. (Problem boils down to me making Kesh gra-Bruma too... nice? I guess would be the word? Too progressive in her thinking and accepting and yea. If I'd actually made her a little nastier it would've added to some juicy drama and given her some development to have that actually feels natural.) - Unnamed Locked Tomb fic idea where Harrow was raised in the BoE and Gideon was raised as Crown Prince her whole life. -Kinda- a rewrite of the first book (since it'd be at Canaan house) but also not really because of how much'd be different? Honestly main problem with this is just that I definitely do not have the skill to pull it off/imitate the book's writing style plus OH BOY would it be long. - Unnamed Weird West *thing* that I posted the little chunk I have down. Honestly it is bouncing around my head and I have a lotta character ideas for it and worldbuilding stuff already roaring in my brain-case but also dunno if I wanna commit to another project while I still havn't finished Breath of Kyne? IDK. - A fic-adaptation of the elder scrolls campaign I ran last year. TL;DR on narrative is that it takes place ten years post skyrim in Elsweyr and focuses on Namiira/Lorkhaj/Dro-m'athra stuff. Very juicy. Much drama. Very tasty. Unfortunately also kinda long and I'd need to choose one of the characters as the 'main' one and also dunno how well I could write other people's characters. -SOMETHING elder scrolls that focuses on goblin stuff. No actual ideas beyond a potential main character who has been scurrying around my brain. (Teemakr, AKA Tea Maker, a former dunmeri slave goblin now granted freedom and trying to actually figure out where the heck they fit in the world.)