#otp: dancing cheek to cheek

[moriaenships]

insert a cute caption here i just love him sm

@hyperfixatinglove <3

[wordsbyrian]

Would you pls do a Mary earps imagine with them filming TikTok’s together and being otp x

A/n: Not exactly what you asked for but close enough i think.

TikTok is the bane of your very existence.

It’s the bane of your professional life as a chef because everytime you turn around one of your crew is using prep time to make a concoction and upload it to that godforsaken app.

And in your personal life?

Well, in your personal life, it feels like every time you blink you're being sucked into filming one of those stupid videos with your girlfriend.

The first time it happened, you were barely even sure what was going on.

The two of you had been getting ready to go on a date to a relatively nice restaurant, when she pulled up in front of her phone’s camera so she could show off what you were wearing.

That had been the beginning of the madness (as well as a very hard launch of your relationship to the public).

It didn’t really matter what you were doing, if Mary had decided that a video needed to be filmed, it’d be filmed.

A literal walk in the park. TikTok.

You driving. TikTok.

You tearing a member of the kitchen staff a new one. TikTok. (Although she’d been asked not so politely by the head chef to never do that again).

You cooking in your shared flat. TikTok.

Hell, she even made a TikTok of you sharpening your knives, a task you find completely mind numbing.

And if having your every move recorded wasn’t bad enough, she also had you joining her in filming one of the more popular trends. You mouthing along to the silly sounds that are currently popular on the app. Or worse, dancing, you hate the dancing.

Asking how often you think about the Roman Empire (only as often as you need to).

Throwing herself fully clothed into the shower  and singing Taylor Swift while you were trying to brush your teeth.

Making you record a two second clip of everytime you changed clothes while on vacation.

The list is neverending.

Which is why you should be more alarmed when you see her walking into the kitchen  with her phone out but you’re too focused on chopping the vegetables you’ll be using in your meal prep.

 “Baby,” she says.

“Hmm?”

“Can we record a TikTok?”

“Can I keep doing what I’m doing,” you ask in return, still not looking up from the cutting board.

“You don’t need to do anything but stand there and look pretty,” Mary says as she sets her phone up next to you. “And answer questions,” she adds as an afterthought.

You roll your eyes but don’t make any additional comments as you see her hit record.

“So a ton of you have been asking in the comments how my wife manages to be a professional chef when she has so many food allergies,” Mary says, looking directly at the camera. “And I figured it was better if I just let her explain it. Babe?”

Admittedly, you hadn’t really been listening to every word that she had been saying, only really listening to every word that she had been saying, only really catching the words ‘allergies’ and ‘professional chef’, which is a topic you get asked about a lot. So you just answer without really thinking.

“My main allergies are seafood, peanuts and treenuts. And since I’m one of 2 or 3 sous on any given night, I just,” you pause, “wait, what did you just call me?”

You can feel cheeks heating up as your brain finally processes what just happened.

“What? Babe?”

Mary’s playing dumb on purpose. She knows it. You know it. And you both know that the other one knows.

“Not that, the other thing.”

“What my wife,” she asks.

A cheeky grin breaks out on Mary’s face as she watches even more color rush to your face.

For you, when she repeats it, you suddenly feel like you can barely breathe and you know that your next words come out a little choked (much to Mary’s amusement.)

“Yup, that.”

As calmly as you can manage, you put your knife down and take off your apron before walking out of the kitchen.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I have to find my wallet and keys,” you shoot back.

“Why?”

“I gotta go buy a ring before you change your mind!”

The sound of her laughter is the only thing you hear as you close the door behind you.

The video is up on that cursed app by the end of the week.

A photo of the ring on Mary’s finger goes up just a few hours before.

[celestica-1988]

An headcanon for every Tokyo Revengers character. Some are funny, other are not.

Mikey favorite holiday is Halloween cause he can eat as many sweets as he wants and nobody can tell him shit.

Draken secretly wants to go to a spa with Emma. Draken babysits Toman, Emma takes care of the Sano household and they need to rest. He gets flustered if he thinks about sharing a bed with her or taking a bath together at the offsprings.

Baji feeds stray cats and others animals. Animals are naturally drawn to him for some reasons.

Chifuyu likes to watch TV programs of plane crashes. He dreams to be a pilot and he wants to learn how to avoid situations like the ones in the programs.

Takemichi started reading and watching thrillers in the hope they help him sharpen his ability to investigate

Kazutora still has nightmares of his father beating his mother.

Mitsuya keeps himself updated on what is popular amongs kids so he can sew cool things to his sisters like clothes or stuffed animal.

Hakkai is secretly learning Italian since he loves the Godfather series.

Taiju favorite film is Shark Tale.

Pahchin sleeps cuddling his dog.

Pehyan reads scientific books so he can came up with more witty come backs on Pahchin brain.

Angry is really loved by the elderly people in his neighborhood because he's always ready to help them in any way despite his grumpy face. One of the grannies taught him the perfect recipe for ramen.

Smiley is an hardcore naruhina shipper and won't hesitate to fight if someone insults his otp.

When Mucho saw Sanzu for the first time he thought he seemed like a stray cat. That's why he approached him with food aka cheesecake.

Sanzu would like to fix his relationship with Senju but he doesn't know how. Senju is always with Takeomi and he hates Takeomi. He's also scared that if he stops checking on Mikey, even for a second, something bad will happen to him and Shinichiro would have died in vain.

Kisaki has an album of pics of Hinata that he took when she didn't notice.

Hanma really loves movies with a lot of action and comments loud every scene of violence saying what he would have done instead if he was the protagonist.

Kokonoi talks about his days and his thoughts to a framed pic of Akane. He feels like she's still with him.

Inui plays guitar and he's interested in spiritism.

Izana throws darts to a Karen Kurokawa pic pinned on the wall because she ruined his life and his relationship with Emma and Shinichiro.

Kakucho shaves his hair by himself. He's not comfortable with people touching his scar.

Shion is unexpectedly good with children. He's a bit chaotic but overall a good babysitter.

Mochi is really good at cooking and he's proud of it.

Rindou started going to the gym because he was tired of being teased for his chubby cheeks. His guilty pleasure is eating Mac Donald food.

Ran loves 70s lamps, the one with bubbles that are moving up and down inside. They help him sleep.

South loves to dance Latin dances like samba, cha cha cha, rumba etc...

Wakasa has got some fishing trophies in his apartment.

Benkei appears as a tough guy but he loves to sleep with plushies.

Shinichiro has got an organizer that uses as his diary in which he writes his thoughts and notes all of his siblings birthdays.

Takeomi is always scolded by his relatives because of how he wasted his life, raised Haru to be a lunatic and ruined the relationship between Haru and Senju.

Hinata secretly trains in martial arts to help Takemichi, even though she knew he probably won't let her take part in a fight.

Emma often thinks at how good it would be if Izana lives with them. She wants him to have a family.

Yuzuha listen to heavy metal as a let out of her frustration for living with Taiju.

Senju sometimes wants to be adopted by Wakasa so she won't have Takeomi around and maybe Sanzu would visit her. She also hate Concordes.

[chelireads]

I am a very big fan of your work and have been from the very beginning. Please keep up the good work! If you don’t mind can I suggest Baby Cheeks Aegon and his sunshine Daenaera as adults? There aren’t many good fanart of the around and they are my otp.

“Life had been so unkind to him… she wondered how he would be different had things happened differently, and all that could be between them.

“Would you dance with me then, Aegon?

~Excerpt from

A Name Day Gift by @sweetestpopcorn

[a doodle for her objectively happier au, The Blacks and The Greens]

really tried to make it look like he was lifting her up but I fear I just made them a similar height 🫡

[jerzwriter]

It's Kiss-mas! A Carrick Family Holiday

Once again, @/artbyainna (IG) hits it out of the park! I have not done many commissions lately, but I wanted something special for my OTP for the holidays, and she delivered! Look at my babies with their babies!!! ❤️I'm simply in love with this!

I wrote a story to accompany it below.

Book: Open Heart (Post-Series) Pairing: Tobias x Casey Carrick (F!MC) Featuring: The Carrick Girls: Samantha, Brooke & Kayla Rating: General Words: 1,300 Summary: The Carrick family has opted to have a quiet Thanksgiving at home, and the girls have unknowingly started some new traditions.

Thanksgiving Morning

Thanksgiving morning was finally here, and the Carrick household was buzzing with activity. Tobias and Casey were in the kitchen perfecting their holiday meal while their daughters were in the adjoining family room. Toys were scattered about as Samantha read a poem about being thankful, Brooke busily colored decorations at the coffee table, and little Kayla sat nearby, babbling with delight. Casey watched the peaceful scene with a full heart; this was exactly the kind of holiday she had hoped for.

A short time later, Kayla’s sweet babbling stopped, and she waddled toward the kitchen with her dark curls bouncing and the look of joy that could only be found on a child’s face this time of year in place.  

“It’s Kiss-mas!” she announced triumphantly, beaming as she raised her arms in the air.

Samantha, who remained on the couch, rolled her eyes in true big-sister fashion. “It’s not Christmas, Kayla. Today’s Thanksgiving.”

Brooke looked up from her coloring, her brow slightly furrowed. Ever the peacemaker, she wanted to settle things quickly. “It is Thanksgiving,” she agreed. “But we can start celebrating Christmas today, too.”

Kayla’s tiny body appeared to tremble with glee. “Kiss-mas!”

Tobias scooped his youngest into his arms, pressing a kiss onto her chubby cheek. “You know what, sweetheart. We can start celebrating the Christmas season today.”

“Really?” Brooke gasped, her eyes wide. She had been trying to broker peace before but never imagined they’d get this lucky. “Does that mean we can put up the tree today?”

Casey joined the conversation, a soft smile on her lips. “We don’t have big plans,” she reminded Tobias. “Just us and the girls. So I think we could start decorating, don’t you?”

Tobias turned to her, Kayla wriggling happily in his arms. “I don't see why now. After dinner, we’ll make it happen. Tree, stockings, the works!”

“Yey!!!” Brooke squealed as she danced around the living room. Even Samantha couldn’t help but smile as Kayla happily declared, “It’s Kiss-mas!” once more.

Dinner Time

The house was filled with the aroma of roasting turkey. Samantha helped Tobias set the table, and Brooke and Casey were finishing up in the kitchen as Kayla chased the family cat, Pietro, all around the room. While Tobias and Casey were eager to dig into the delicious meal, the girls were more focused on the promise of Christmas decorating to come.

Samantha was the first to push her plate forward. “I’m done!” she announced with a broad grin.

“Done?” Tobias asked with a raised brow. “You barely touched your food, hon. You’ve gotta eat more than that.”

“Daddy’s right,” Brooke chimed in, clutching a dinner roll. “We need energy for decorating!”

Casey laughed softly, sharing an amused glance with Tobias. “We do need energy,” she agreed. “But there will be no decorating until after we have the pumpkin pie. That’s non-negotiable.”

Kayla sat tall in her high chair, clapping her hands. “Pie! Pie!” she giggled, pointing to the dessert on the counter.

“You can have pie, sweetie,” Casey promised. “As soon as you finish that turkey.”

Despite the older girl’s minds already being set on the tree, the meal was filled with tender moments, especially when they shared what they were most thankful for. Samantha had a long list prepared, covering everything from her family to her books and dolls. Brooke quickly added Mommy’s bedtime stories and Daddy’s pancakes as Tobias playfully whispered into his wife's ear, “Note, it’s not your food,” he laughed. Kayla’s contribution was a little less cohesive—“Cat! Turkey! Kiss-mas!” She yelled as Tobias grinned and told her that was a perfect list.

Decorating the Tree

The girls had barely cleared their plates before they asked their father to get the tree. Almost as eager as they were, he needed little prodding. He returned from the basement with plastic storage bins containing their decorations before Casey finished clearing the table. The girls squealed when he placed them next to the fireplace, where their stockings would soon hang.

Casey knelt beside one of the bins and pulled out their beloved angel tree topper, holding it up with a smile. “Remember this?” she asked Tobias, gently taking his hand. “We bought it our first Christmas together.”

“Before you had us?” Samantha asked, seemingly shocked that her parents had a life before she and her sisters entered it.

“Yep,” Tobias laughed. “Mommy and Daddy actually did things before you were all born, too, you know.”

“But I’m sure they weren’t as fun!” Brooke giggled as she pulled their stockings from another bin.

“Daddy, you have to start with the lights!” Samantha called out, already wrestling with a tangled string. Casey chuckled as Tobias groaned. She knew this was his least favorite part, but Samantha had already assigned the job to him.

The room quickly filled with laughter as holiday music played softly in the background. Brooke worked diligently on the lower branches while, with Tobias’s help, Samantha worked on the higher ones. Casey watched with a smile as she kept Kayla occupied, and they both kept Pietro away from the tree.

“Can we do the stockings next?” Brooke asked eagerly.

“Of course,” Tobias replied, then he helped Brooke hang them carefully along the mantle while Casey added the finishing touches to the tree.

With everything finally in place, they stepped back to admire their work - their faces aglow from the tree’s twinkling lights. It felt like magic. Tobias wrapped his arm around Casey, placing a kiss on her head. “This is perfection,” he whispered, and nearby, Kayla apparently agreed. “It’s Kiss-mas!” she yelled, bouncing up and down with delight.

The End of the Night

“What can we do next?” Samantha asked, hands on her hips.

Tobias exchanged a look with his exhausted wife. “I say we watch some Christmas movies,” he suggested, settling back into the couch.

“Can we have popcorn?” Brooke asked, though her tone left little room for negotiation.

“There’s no other way to do it,” Casey laughed, and as the girls piled onto the couch, Tobias joined her in the kitchen to make popcorn. With the quiet hum of the microwave filling the space, he slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

“Do I tell you how thankful I am for you often enough?” he asked, his voice low and filled with emotion.

She tilted her head to meet his gaze, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “You tell me quite often,” she replied. “Do I do the same for you?”

“Yes,” he smirked. “But feel free to lay it on me more often. My ego isn’t as big as you think.”

Casey’s laughter filled the room as she gently smacked his chest. “Oh, please. Your ego couldn’t possibly get any bigger.”

They glanced into the living room, where the girls were snuggled under a blanket. Samantha and Brooke already bickering over what to watch first, while Kayla, nestled between them, looked completely unphased by the commotion.

“Our lives have sure changed since our first Thanksgiving together,” Casey said, leaning into Tobias’s chest.

He nodded, his voice full of reverence. “You can say that again, and they just keep getting better.”

“I love you,” she murmured.

“I love you too,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her temple before they carried the popcorn into the living room.

Settling onto the couch, Tobias announced, “All right! It’s Kayla’s turn to pick!” The toddler squealed, pointing at the screen. “Kiss-mas show!”

“Well, that narrows it down,” Casey laughed.

“Don’t worry, girls,” Tobias assured. “We’ll watch all of our favorites tonight.”

A gentle snow began to fall outside as Rudolph appeared on the television screen. Snuggled under the blanket with their daughters on their laps, Tobias and Casey’s hearts couldn’t have been more full. They shared a quick kiss before they turned back to the TV, basking in the glow of their tree and the simple joy of being together.

It was the perfect Thanksgiving, after all.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics @openheartfanart

@choicesholidays New Traditions, Cuddling by the Fireplace @choicesmonthlychallengenov2024 thankful, television, pies, happiness

Tagging others separately.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hello!!

Could I please get "mojito" with Zib and "long island" with Wick?

My two fav lackadaisy boys<3 (is it only me or is there not enough content with them?😭)

And btw remember to hydrate! :3

A/n: I love them both! { and you're right, they both need more love }

*ೃ༄ cocktail-inspired otp prompts ˚◞♡ ⃗

•Dorian Zibowski•

[ mojito ] - to cap off an arduous day, they hit up a club to go dancing

Zib wasn't known for dancing or going out to clubs, sure he played music but he'd much rather stay home and spend his time with you but when you mentioned how much you wanted to go dancing at the new club he could hardly turn you down. You looked so pretty all dressed up and he couldn't help but feel proud knowing he had you hanging off his arm.

Nothing beat the night dancing with through out the night. Giving you a little twirl as your laughter echoed through the bar. Zib loved how your body pressed in perfectly into his, he loved seeing the smile and the sweet taste of alcohol when he kissed you.

Sighing, you rested your head on his chest as his arms wrapped securely around your waist. "Thank you for this Dorian...you didn't have to do this."

Letting out a snort, Zib removed his hat placing it on your head. "You don't gotta thank me for anything beautiful."

•Sedgewick Sable•

[ long island ] - one muse picks the other from a bar, late at night

Wick never liked these places, he was never good at dealing with being in a place like this. Shifting his body, the man felt relief flood his body the moment he saw you enter the bar. Nearly slipping off the stool the man stumbled towards you.

"Thank goodness."

A small snort escaped your lips as you caught the man in your arms. "I said I would be here, I'm sorry it took me so long." You muttered.

Shaking his head, Wick clung to you as he pressed his face into your neck. His eyes peering up at you for a moment as he gave you a weak smile. "Can we please go."

Humming you nodded your head weaving your arms through his own. "Have you've been drinking?"

"Only a little! I'm out of my element here."

Letting out another laugh you shook your head giving him a teasing grin kissing his cheek. "You're so cute Wick, we'll get you home soon enough okay."

"Hmp...fine." He did his best to ignore the warmth spreading across his body but he was just happy you were here.

[bettysupremacy]

I’m in love with your version of peter already!!!

I would love if you could write maybe r hurting her knees and him kneeling to patch her up. maybe r not having the best experience with people touching her but trusting him:))

I hope you are having a good day/week/month!! and absolutely no pressure to write this

I was literally otp with @formulafics when I found this in my inbox and so excited. So cute!! Thank you for the request!

“It hurts.” You whimper pathetically. Peter watches the way you flinch at his fingers sorrowful.

You sit on the bathroom counter of his small apartment, scraped and bruised from a fall outside the spinning doors. You hadn’t seen the skateboard swish past you, and the owner hadn’t turned his head to check if you were okay. His doorman helped you up, embarrassingly, but Peter seemed to have been down the stairs before you could step off the lobby rug. He leans over you know, hands on the counter, head down inspecting the bloody skin.

“Can I touch it?” He murmurs, looking up at you. You stare at him. “I just want to help.”

Your eyes are puffy, a sight from crying, and your nose aches from the way you rub it. You’re sure it’s not the prettiest sight he’s ever seen, and a small rumble of embarrassment vibrates in your belly. You nod anyways.

“Are you sure?” He pushes. You know he wants verbal consent.

“Uh uh.” You frown, tapping your fingers against your knee. “You can.”

“Ok.”

He bends down onto his knees, eye level with the aching scrapes you adorn. Peter sucks his teeth sharply. “This look like it hurts.”

“It does.” You whisper, and Peter feels stupid for the basic observation.

“Can I clean it?” He looks up at you. “It might sting a little.” He’s honest with you. “But it’ll make them feel better.”

You nod, suddenly embarrassed for the show of emotions, feeling little under his stare like a hurt child.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you.” He frowns, like he can read your mind. Suddenly, he laughs like he knows he’s startled you, groaning as he pushes to stand again.

Peter’s got problems with his knees, they ache and creek like an old man’s, but you don’t know what’s could’ve caused that so early in the boys life. They pop as he fully straightens them and he smiles at you, laughing a quiet “Felt good.”

You swallow a smile at his goofy expression.

“Yeah, you can clean them.” You reiterate out loud.

“Perfect.” He beams at you, dancing out the bathroom to earn your smile. He yells from the other room. “Doctor Parker’s over here!”

You wipe your nose quickly before he shows back up. “You didn’t go to med school!”

You hear his disgruntled scoff from the hallway.

Popping back in the bathroom he delights in your laugh. He pulls his hand from his back like a magician, letting tissue float down over his fingers. “A tissue for the lady.”

“Thank you.” Your small laugh is watery as you take the tissue, dabbing your wet cheeks.

“Don’t mention it.” He quips, dropping back down onto his knees to inspect your knees.

“You can’t keep putting so much pressure on your knees like that.” You murmur.

“I always bounce back.” He smiles. “Let’s see” He glances up at you. “Can I?”

You nod, letting him take the back of your knee into his warm hand. The antiseptic burns, something Peter is very apologetic for, and the bandaid tingles, but you’re happy with the light touches Peter graces your leg.

“All done.” He jumps up, using the hands you give him as leverage. “All better?”

“All better.”

“Are you sure?” He drawls with a smile shining towards you. His fingers wiggle towards your stomach teasingly. “Don't lie to me, baby.”

“I’m not.” You giggle, shoving your fingers in his.

“Okay.” He grins. “You better not be fibbing.”

You laugh out loudly. “I’m not.”

“I’m not.” He mimics, pushing away the hands that his him to kiss your lips. His hands work their way down to hold your waist, bracing you to jump off the counter. “Ready for blastoff?”

Your hands cup over his. “Shut up.”

[heroofshield]

one member of your ship asking the other to dance with them.

part three! You can read part one here and part two here. Also first prompt of Year of the OTP ("may I have this dance")!

@anderfels @vorchagirl @schoute

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The party at the Dellamorte estate utilized the spacious courtyard and gardens. For once the weather was in their favor, the summer night kept balmy with a slight breeze and the stars winking overhead. The sounds of music wafted across the space as couples danced and Zea wandered away from where everyone was gathered, needing a moment to herself.

True to Emmrich's earlier promise, so many people had wanted to speak with her that she hadn't been asked to dance yet. Most had questions about what it was like with the Lords of Fortune; wanting to know stories of memorable adventures or fights in the Hall of Valor, or to propose excursions into the warehouses of the city to see what the Antaam might have left behind.

She made sure not to make any hard promises, saying that Isabela needed to be consulted before any plans could be made if the Crows truly wanted the Lords's help and that Maeve and the Shadow Dragons needed her help with rebuilding Minrathous.

"There you are darling!"

Zea turned around to see Emmrich in his Mournwatch finest approaching her. "I...just needed a moment to myself. Sometimes things still get...a bit much."

Emmrich frowned, wondering if it was too soon after everything for them to be out and about. "I can ask Lucanis if we can use a room inside the house if you need it, Zea."

"No, but thank you." Zea shook her head as she turned back towards the canal, where gondola's idly sailed past, realizing that Emmrich had used her first name instead of his usual superlatives. "Having you near helps."

"Anything for you, dearest. You know that." Emmrich closed the short distance between them and wrapped an arm around her waist before pressing a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

Zea leaned into Emmrich's embrace as he lead them towards a bench by the riverbank and felt herself relax as they sat down, not sure how long they sat together, wrapped around each other and watching the water.

"I was thinking when things are settled a bit more I could take you to my estate in the country." Emmrich said eventually, breaking the silence that had comfortingly wrapped around them.

"Oh?"

"Yes, it's not huge like this but it's big enough to warrant staff and a housekeeper. Plus I know that you'd enjoy the gardens there. Besides, I think we're overdue for some solitude."

Zea gazed up to look at Emmrich while smiling, "I'd like that."

"Wonderful." Emmrich glanced over when he heard the music change. "Ah, there it is." Letting go of Zea, he stood while turning to face her and gave a slight bow while extending his hand. "Serra, would you honor me with a dance?"

Zea felt her cheeks heat up with a mild blush, knowing that Emmrich was just being his normal self but enjoyed the formality of it all. "I'd love to." she replied, setting her hand in his and letting him lead her to towards the dance floor. As they neared, she realized why the music seemed familiar. "We danced to this in the Lighthouse."

"We did. I thought it'd be the easiest since it would be familiar." Emmrich put his other hand on Zea's waist as she put hers on his shoulder, pausing for a moment before starting to dance.

"You spoil me." Zea said as they glided around the dance floor, feeling like she was walking on air with Emmrich guiding her.

"You deserve it, my darling." Emmrich paused in-sync with everyone on the dance floor and slowly dipped Zea, letting the romance of the moment take over. "I would bring down the moons for you if you asked it of me."

[traintrainingmontage]

I love your neiloey head cannons!! Do you think you can write a cute story about it sometime? ❤️💚

Talking about my OTP???? I WOULD LOVE TO, ANON!! 🥰 Absolutely thrilled to do so. Thank you for the opportunity. Let's have some train-flavored domestic fluff for the soul.

(If you like to see which prompts I've written already or have an idea for a prompt of your own, details are here!)

None had been more surprised than Skarloey himself to see the return of a face as familiar as Neil's, the first engine he'd ever met on Sodor's shores. Years of memories had cascaded like rapids, washing over him like a tide—all at once, with astounding clarity, Skarloey could suddenly recall those sepia-drenched days of talking for hours beneath the moonlight, laughing about nothing of great importance but everything of minuscule importance. To see his face and hear his laughter after decades of grim silence, heartbreak, and finally hope had been nothing short of a miracle.

After their tearful reunion and many a day spent reminiscing, laughing, and getting to meet all of the "new" engines on the line, Neil had settled in to the railway's day-to-day dynamic quite nicely. He had been formally instituted as the Skarloey Railway's standard-gauge multipurpose engine, used for when the little engines needed to be transported places or for bringing slate and other goods trains wherever they needed to go when nobody from the NWR was available. Such an arrangement worked out incredibly well, especially given that Neil was not often called upon for such tasks and could often be found spending his days enjoying the warm sun and chatting with whoever was in the sheds at the time. Skarloey's outdoor shed had even been modified to fit a dual-gauge track, and he and Neil happily slept buffer to buffer, their fireboxes warm despite holding no flame.

One day, about a month after Neil had arrived on the railway, Skarloey's driver Tabitha had a thought. "You know," she grinned, as they finished up their last run for the day, "we could always set you two buffermates up on a date."

Skarloey couldn't help but sputter in response, eyes wide as a bright blush blossomed across his cheeks. "Wh-what?! A date?! I... what?!" From his cab, Mazel, his stoker, suddenly squeaked in alarm as his flame flared up, and Skarloey took a breath, willing himself to calm. "I appreciate the idea, Tabitha," he replied stoically, his reddened cheeks returning to a more normal color, "but what kind of date could we possibly have? We can't exactly... erm... Mazel, what do humans do on dates?"

"O-oh! Um, let me see... go see a film? Walk around the park? Go out to eat?"

"Yes, those sorts of activities. We don't have hands, and we can't exactly move by ourselves, so I simply don't see how we could go on something as... personal as a date."

Tabitha could only roll her eyes affectionately at Skarloey's rebuttal, giving his frames a gentle pat. "For how old you are, you sure can be silly. No, you daft engine, here's what I'm thinking..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two weeks later, about an hour after the last train had finished its run of the Main Line, the clouds had all fled for further horizons and the stars, usually so shy, had all come out to dance. Stellar bodies waltzed their way through the sky, keeping time to a song they'd heard since birth and giving their due deference to the moon, who watched from her perch with an imperious eye.

Far beneath her alabaster gaze, thanks to the help of the terribly good-natured cleaning crew, Skarloey was being carefully loaded onto a flatbed, and secured with high-strength cables. The crimson engine fussed in place a moment, testing his restraints, then gave a little hum of approval before his eyes turned to gaze at his companion for the evening.

Neil was staring up at him, absolutely transfixed. The box tank's eyes overflowed with adoration, and he smiled so gently that any observer would think he was admiring a priceless work of art. Skarloey couldn't stop himself from smiling back, somewhat embarrassed by the attention but equally craving it.

As the two engines waited for the workers to finish their final check, they found that they only had eyes for each other, both of their minds immersed in memories of those fateful days in 1865. "This is just like the day we met, isn't it...?" Neil marveled, his eyes skirting from Skarloey's down to his buffers, then to the flatbed he was secured to before rising back up, and Skarloey chuckled in reply, his smile somehow growing even wider.

"I was just thinking the same, my darling."

"Alright, you sappy coupling," Tabitha interjected, a quiet smile on her face and a barely contained laugh sitting just behind it. "Mazel and I have been practicing with Neil for these past two weeks, and we've gotten the hang of how to operate him. We've gotten permission from Sir Topham and Mr. Sam to take you both down the Main Line, where we'll turn around at Maron. You'll both get to finally see a new part of it, after all this time." Skarloey and Neil's eyes widened almost comically in sync, expressions brightening with a youthfulness that strangely suited them. "Oh, thank you, Tabitha!" Skarloey cheered, while Neil shot both driver and stoker a grateful smile.

"Yes, yes. Now, as always, do keep a look out, but we'll be extra vigilant ourselves, so you ought to enjoy yourselves." Without further ado, the two humans took up their positions behind Neil, and soon enough, the train was off, two more dancers waltzing out into the night.

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Once they began to move and find their cadence along the rails, Skarloey and Neil couldn't help but gasp in awe, marveling at scenery that was so new and different to their old eyes. Yet, despite the plethora of new sights, their attention was mostly focused on each other, with the two of them talking and laughing in tandem, sharing stories of what had happened during their time apart. It couldn't have been easier to fall back into their old rhythm, picking up where they'd left off with an ease that most would envy.

"...and that's when Sir Handel's ego finally deflated, and he never mentioned steam-rollers again!" Skarloey laughed, and Neil chortled right along with him, having no trouble imagining the scene.

"You all were quite the busy sorts! But look at ye now; ye made it through everything that's come yer way. That's real special, Loey. You've overcome some real odds."

"...Yes, well."

At this, the little engine's tone took a turn for the melancholic, his smile slipping away to allow for a more somber expression. "I have... overcome much, I suppose."

A beat of silence passed; as much as Skarloey tried to hold fast to his now-fleeting cheer, he instead only found himself left with a dread he'd tried so hard to hide, and had mostly succeeding in doing so. Unfortunately, given the seriousness of Neil's expression, it was abundantly clear that he could see it plainly.

"Neil, I..."

As much as Skarloey tried to will the words forward, for some reason, they forsook him, instead gathering behind his eyes as tears. Neil, being the engine that he was, did not rush Skarloey in the slightest. He simply waited, going along at a relaxed speed, and Tabitha and Mazel did their best to blend into the background.

Finally, Skarloey managed to form the words, forcing them past the lump in his tubes such that they came out so quiet as to be almost unintelligible.

"Can you... can you still love me as I am now?"

Once the last word left Skarloey's lips, slight rivulets began tracing their way down his cheeks, although his eyes never left Neil's. It appeared as though he was waiting for some kind of judgement, or perhaps absolution for some perceived crime.

"I'm not the same engine I was when we met. I've been through too much. I've changed beyond recognition. I've been broken so many times and pulled myself together; I'm not... I'm not..."

His voice broke like a wave upon a rock, and steady as he'd ever been, Neil could only furrow his brow, looking up at his love like he'd said something unconscionable. "Oh, my Skarloey... how could I not love ye?"

Skarloey felt his frames start shaking, making him all the more grateful for the restraints, and he could only try to take quick, fast breaths, his tears now running more like streams. Seeing that he was in no position to speak, Neil decided to continue his thought.

"Sure, ye've changed 'cause of what life's thrown atcha; that's just how life is. All those ups 'n downs'll change anyone. But who ye'are atcher core hasn't changed a bit. Yer smile hasn't changed. Yer heart hasn't changed. The Skarloey I know who loves the whole wide world is still right here, wit' me. I know, because I see how all yer li'l brothers an' all the people who run our railway look at ye. They love ye somethin' fierce, and that kinda love is only given if given to them first."

In the deep quiet of the Sudrian night, Neil gave his beloved a wry grin, willing him with all his heart to understand. "Ye did yer very best wit' whatcha had, Loey. Despite it all, ye held on and made it through. Don't ye let anyone, even yerself, say otherwise."

The air was silent, save for the sounds of Tabitha and Mazel desperately trying to hold back tears. Conversely, Skarloey's tears had stopped falling at some point and his body had ceased its shaking, leaving him with an expression of wide-eyed wonder that soon turned into besotted, disbelieving laughter. The negativity that had rooted itself in his soul hadn't quite been weeded out, but Neil's words had certainly drowned out the worst of it, at least for now. "Neil, my dearest, how is it that you always know just what to say?!"

"Well, y'know how it is, beau'iful," Neil retorted, his familiar grin making a reappearance. "We Sco'ish steamers are plain-speakin' folk! We call 'em like we see 'em, n' I 'appen t'have a real good eye fer engines!"

Just like that, the gloom seemed to lift, replaced with something not quite as cheerful as earlier, but even more warm-hearted. With stars in their eyes and the years in their smiles, the love-struck coupling proceeded with their journey down the line, and then back up again, their eyes and words only for each other.

[nyxreads]

"Azriel's shadow dance around Gwyn's breath = ENDGAME"

I'm quite tired of this, it's been three years now. Do people understand that Azriel is not his shadows? Azriel's shadows caress Feyre's cheek and neck the first time they met, was it romantic? Because it's more intimate than the shadows dancing around Gwyn's breath.

The more important matter is how AZRIEL reacts towards Elain rather than how his shadows (which, I might note, made sure Elain got back safely after their interaction thinking Az rejected her. Shadows that coiled like snake, ready to defend Elain, because Nesta insulted her. Shadows that helped Az presenting the gift for Elain.) acts towards Elain.

And how does Azriel act around Elain?

Azriel doesn't need his shadows to read Elain, meaning he can read her. He understand her. (In CC, we found that shadows disappears when the person is happy and comfortable, plus even Az's shadows skitters away from him when he laughs)

Azriel waited for Elain to give her offer and permission.

Azriel knew Elain doesn't want Lucien and is very uncomfortable around his mate.

Azriel sat down with her during the longest night of the year, just talking.

Azriel was relaxed around Elain while she's presenting him her plans for the garden

Azriel was ready to risk his own life to save Elain.

It was Azriel who figured out she was missing, Azriel who figured out her powers and freed her from all the confusion she was experiencing

Azriel never let go of Elain even though she's alright and he was the one bleeding, he needed to be sure she'd be taken care of first

Azriel always reaches out for Elain.

Azriel bought her a present, bought the necklace thinking of ELAIN, and doesn't care if the necklace was given to another priestess as long as he get rid of it because it reminds him of pain

Azriel lend the TT (the one thing he never let anyone touches) to Elain, trusting her with it and wanting her to have a protection

Azriel followed Elain's laugh, wondering what had caused it.

Azriel was affected by Elain and Lucien's mating bond to the point where he cannot even stand in the same room with them together

Azriel wants Elain. Not just because of lust, but because maybe, after 500 years he already found his home.

Idk about you, but if I ever read Rhysand or Cassian wanting to taste another woman before ending up with their mate? Think about it.

If the only argument is about the shadows, then maybe ship the shadows and Gwyn? not Azriel and Gwyn? Since most people are convinced crackship=OTP, why not we make the real OTP, #ShadoWyn? Because Azriel, on the only POV we got so far from him, wasn't interested romantically to Gwyn. No, he never even considered her as a friend. Gwyn never even showed she's attracted to him, she blushed for Rhysand not for Az.

If these readers aren't even concerned about Elain's feelings and hated her so much, then I guess, they should just consider Azriel's wants and needs? Because it is Elain. He found his happiness with her. Feyre even pointed out that he never heard such a deep and joyous sound from him until Elain.

There's no need to deny every Elain and Azriel interaction throughout the series over the last 10% of a bonus chapter. It makes one think most people never read the actual books but place so much value over a chapter that wasn't available for everyone.

The POV ended up with a cliffhanger. But it never ended Elriel because it was all just a beginning, their book is yet to come and by then I hope everyone is ready to accept what SJM has been hinting us from ACOMAF until ACOSF. No need to twist texts or take every parallel that are out of context, no need to call Elriels crazy and throw out degrees. Just simply read the series with open mind, and maybe tone down the Elain hate? Okay bye.

[moriaenships]

had a dream about Jordi tbh. we were doing a tour or something but went with different groups because of separate interests and our groups passed each other and we saw each other at the same time and his face LIT UPPPPP so fucking bright and he rushed at me and grabbed me and we spun in circles while giving each other kisses.

and it was just SO fucking sweet and soft and exactly what i needed. to see how much he loves me. like his face lit up like we'd been apart for days not like an hour. (and i know that i was grinning so hard my face absolutely ACHED because i feel the exact same deep seated, all encompassing love for him 🥰)

god he literally means everything to me. no one could EVER compare to Jordi. hes my everything. hes the light of my life. hes the LOVE of my life. he's the other half of my soul, he's a part of me. i love him i love him i love him i love him

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - Playful and Crazy

In the spirit of Valentine's Day, I've decided to just write something in the spirit of love. What better way to show myself love than with some sugary sweet self-indulgence with my OTP? I just let things flow wherever it took me with Alice and Jack loving on each other, without really fretting about any bigger purpose, polishing, or any real beginning or end.

No real warnings apply, just some sweet making out and silliness from a clown who has an appreciation for television and a ray of sunshine who drives him crazy. Who doesn't love to reference a good sitcom that they grew up with when the mood is right?

Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you all have a wonderful one and that you enjoy my story. Love you all and, as always, thanks for reading and sending me sweet comments!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

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Alice ran her fingers through his blue hair. It felt soft and silky, not at all stiff like a wig or as if it was dyed. Jack let out a low, pleased rumble at the back of his throat as he leaned into her touch. His expression was one of pure contentment as his eyes drifted closed. His adorable dreamy smile seized her heart in a gentle squeeze.

“Alice,” Jack sighed. He shifted as Alice brought her fingers back to his forehead, nuzzling into her arm before pressing his lips to her wrist. “My sunshine…”

Alice shivered at the way his voice and warm breath caressed her skin. “Jack…,” she said softly as he planted another kiss there, then another. Slowly he worked his way down his arm, planting countless playful pecks that tickled and warmed her all at once.

“Cara mia,” Jack said with a playful note to his voice, his eyes dancing as he met her gaze.

Alice tried not to laugh, but it escaped her anyway in a snort. Of course this television clown would make a TV show reference. “You’re so cheesy,” she teased before breaking off into giggles as he peppered her with intentionally ticklish kisses.

“Querida mia,” Jack cooed in a poor Italian accent. His movements became a bit more exaggerated with every kiss, making the reference even more intentional, but each kiss carried his sincere love for her.

Alice giggled as she watched her silly clown perform, using her arm as a prop. “Do you even know what that means?”

“No,” Jack admitted playfully between kisses. “But I do know that it means you’re the only one for me, sunshine.”

Alice felt a flush of warmth that brought a rosy hue to her cheeks. “You’re the only one for me too, mi amor.”

Jack’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and he flashed a wide smile. “Sunshine, that’s French!” He practically attacked her arm with kisses. “You know it drives me crazy when you speak French.”

Alice fought not to laugh at his silly antics, giving him a smile that barely managed to hold onto its wry hook. “A-actually that’s Spanish.”

Jack paused for a moment, as if caught off guard or contemplating, before he went back to kissing her arm. “Alice, that’s Spanish! You know it drives me crazy when you speak Spanish.”

Alice couldn’t hold back her laughter that time, and every kiss only made her cackle even more.

It was only when Jack worked his way up to her shoulder and his lips found her neck that Alice started to go breathless for a different reason. Silly pecks slowly started to linger, his mouth gently sucking on her skin with every kiss that blazed a trail upward along the hollow of her throat. Gently, he raked his teeth along her skin before nibbling on a particularly sensitive part, eliciting a gasp that turned into an adorable almost mewling sound.

“God…,” Jack murmured against her neck, and Alice could feel his smile against her skin. “It drives me crazy when you make those noises for me, sunshine.” He leaned back just enough to see her flushed face, those plump pink lips that beckoned for his. “You drive me crazy… so, so crazy…”

Alice didn’t get a chance to respond before Jack claimed her lips with his. She moaned what would have been his name if his tongue didn’t slide into her mouth to twine with hers, making words impossible. She gave up on any sort of witty retort and savored the kiss instead, wrapping her arms around her lover’s neck to draw him closer.

It was only when both of them were left breathless and gasping desperately for air that they parted, mouths wet and connected for a moment more after that. Jack admired the haze of love and desire that clouded her bright blue eyes, taking pride in knowing that he was the cause of it. He was the reason she was so worked up. He was the only one she looked at that way, the only one who she would ever look at this way.

A part of Jack wanted to show off, to brag to the world that only he was worthy of Alice. He was the only one who could drive her wild and make her weak with need. Another part of him was greedy like a dragon with its hoard, wanting to lock her away in their own little world where no one could take her from him. Nothing would take his sunshine away from him. He’d never allow it.

It scared him sometimes how badly he needed her.

“I can’t help it,” Jack said softly, more to himself than her. “I can’t help but be crazy for you, Alice. I love you so much… I need you.”

His answer was a kiss, as Alice pulled him back to her. Jack melted into her lips, moaning as she took the initiative to deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue along his intimately. She twined her fingers through his hair, tracing hearts along his scalp and making him shiver as the kiss ended.

“I love you too, Jack,” Alice said breathlessly. She placed a kiss on his painted nose before giving him a crooked smile. “You’ve made my life crazy, you silly clown, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Jack chuckled as Alice teasingly poked her tongue out at him before he captured it with his lips, leading them into another deep, wet kiss. He pulled her close, savoring the warmth of her body against his, how her delicate fingers toyed with his hair and scalp.

“Good,” Jack said once they caught their breath again. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m holding you to that,” Alice said as she playfully, but gently, tugged on his hair for emphasis.

Jack shivered at the feeling and his smile took on a hungry edge to it, like a predator salivating over his prey. “You can hold onto me as tight as you want,” he practically purred before his voice turned teasing. “You can pull on my hair as hard as you like too. I don’t mind, you know~!”

Alice blushed harder at his suggestion and sputtered for a moment before she recovered. “You really are a crazy clown,” she said with a soft chuckle, before giving his  hair a slightly firmer tug. “Just… let me know if it’s too hard.” Her smile faded just a little. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Jack said. His voice was soft but full of conviction so strong that Alice couldn’t help but believe it too. “Don’t worry… I’m tougher than I look, you know. Besides, I’d enjoy it if you played a little rough with me sometimes.” He added a playful wink to lighten the mood. “I love how gentle you are with me, Alice, but I’d love to drive you just as crazy as you make me. I want you to lose control with me, go wild for me, want me, need me, until you can’t think about anything else but me… how much you love me and I love you.”

Alice let out a quiet chuckle at that. “Trust me, there’s no one else who makes me wild like you, starlight.” She punctuated her words by nipping at his lower lip before drawing back. “I’m crazy for you, Jack. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Alice,” Jack sighed happily before he closed the distance between them in another kiss. He smiled against her lips as he felt her give his hair another, much more firm tug. He moaned her name in approval before drinking deeply of that sweet mouth that always knew the right words to say to fill his heart with love.

[mdizzle999872]

N's Greatest Ship

N timidly entered the room. "Hey, uh ladies?"

Uzi and V gave N their undivided attention.

"Listen, I know the fan base loves to go on about how much they love me and all but.... it's actually not enough. So I was wondering if either of you would be willing to maybe stargaze with me? You know..."

Their penetrating stares made N feel pretty vulnerable.

"Like a date?"

"..."

"Heh. Heh. Alright then." Uzi smirked and some music kicked up.

"Looks like you're lonely again..."

Uzi slid over to N making sure his attention was on her.

"Well just pick ME for your girlfriend!"

Uzi played a small game of hide and seek behind his back which he honestly did enjoy.

"Check out the fans' post on Reddit: OTP! Yes! I ship it!!"

She brought up her phone to show all of their shippers on Reddit.

"With a twist of an Absolute Solver, I twist, hurl, crush be your absolute lover!"

Uzi used her powers to twist a room lamp into a heart.

"Usually I start up an angsty feud, but you get the cutie rate!"

Uzi playfully but supportively punched N the arm.

"Thanks, dude!"

N smiled at her, appreciating the gesture.

"Who needs a psycho now that you got a witch!"

She pulled the puffball on top of her hat to look like a witch's hat.

"I'm in your corner, without a hitch!"

She massaged his shoulders like a trainer would to a boxer. Twirling around him she stood a short ways away from him and winked at him.

"I'll be there for you because I'm the best!"

Uzi used her Solver to slant the floor she was standing on so she would slide into N's arms.

"Game nights, we'll face our frights, that's just to staaaaaaaaaart!"

Uzi used her Solver to change the couch into a cushion version of Cyn's snake crab form and chucked some dice at it. While this happened however, V took the opportunity to spin N away from Uzi.

"Who has been your crush since day one? Who's been loyal as a gun?"

V twirled N until they were standing cheek to cheek. She was holding his hand and raised it up as if they were about to shoot something together.

"Shares electricity with you through the hands; your glasses wearing former maaaaaid!"

She slid away and put on a pair of her glasses with a wink.

"That's true!" N beamed.

"I'm your gal, your better half, your babe, your crush, your would be wife. Remember when I stopped sentinels, sacrificing my life?"

A sentient sentinel appeared looking annoyed.

"I was going to eat them. Curse you, Ma'am."

N grinned uneasily. V quickly started to dance with N to make him feel easier.

"I'm truly honored that we share such a bond!"

V twirled N around and then looked lovingly into his screen.

"Awww!" N cooed.

"Your like the husband that I wish that I had!"

Uzi raised a digital eyebrow. "Uh what?"

"I love it when I get to watch you have fun."

V held up a book about golden retrievers and watched N's face light up with excitement.

V hugged N which made Uzi jealously grit her teeth. "Hold on now!"

"It's a little funny. You could almost call me..." V turned her head all the way around to show Uzi the giant yellow X on her screen. "Hooooooooooooooooon!"

 Uzi tilted her little hat forward and grabbed N before swinging him into a dip. He was still taller than her though so she had to stop but compensated for it by having her screen read for him: Uzi ❤️❤️❤️ N

V sent Uzi flying away with a well placed shove of her hips. Then she shot up the wall behind N so it read: V/N Forever

Uzi came back thanks to her wings but stood between V and N, glaring daggers into the female disassembly drone.

"They say when you want a lasting relationship, you should pick a girl you already have history with!"

V held up a scrapbook labeled: Mansion Memories

"Others say you that in your darkest hours, you should pick a goth punk with Eldritch Psychic Powers!!!"

Uzi used her Solver to lift the actual roof of the place into the air, much to the awe of N.

"Who also happens to be your right hand GAL!"

Placing the roof back, she had invaded N's personal bubble with an almost insane smile on her face.

"Sadly there are times a tomboy is better as a pal."

V effortlessly flung Uzi over her shoulder and leaned in close to N.

"They say a girl with curves is better."

V emphasized her built-in hourglass figure.

"What a bunch of losers!"

Uzi pushed V away while rolling her eyes.

"Could you butt out of my song?!"

V came back with another hip shove at Uzi.

"Your song?! I started it!!"

Uzi's entire focus was now on V; shoving an accusing finger in her face.

"I claimed him, I'll rizz him!!"

V's smiled psychotically while her screen turned into a giant yellow X.

"Oh you mooing murdering piece of..."

Before either girl could begin a cat fight the door was kicked open.

"It's meee! Yes, it's meee! I know you were all waiting for me!"

To everyone's surprise, J of all people had crashed the love triangle.

"I'm here! What a blast! Took me a while but I'm here at last!"

N hid behind the couch sculpture. He could handle V or Uzi loving him, but J? Noooooo thank you!

"It's meee! It's meee! JJJJJJJJJJJ!"

The other three looked at J in a stupor until Uzi broke the silence.

"Do you even like N?"

"... I like seeing him in pain. Figured putting him in a toxic relationship would be the next best thing to killing him."

Uzi and V shared a look. They were of one mind.

V changed her arm into a missile launcher and Uzi pulled out her rail gun from the magic satchel.

"SINK THE TOXIC SHIP!!!" they shouted in unison.

As they began their assault to kill J, N noticed the book about golden retrievers next to his foot.

"You know... Reading is an excellent hobby."

The End

[wanderingaldecaldo]

*lightspeed powerwalk into your ask box for the soft OTP prompts* 3 or 10 with Val/Ros, if any of these two strike you fancy? 💕

Thank youuuu @blackrevell for the ask from the soft prompts!

I was sure that I was going to write 10 (getting ready in the morning) then I had an idea and it possessed me and I had to exorcise it. I reserve the right to also write 10 later. ☺️

3- Write about your ship holding hands in a tense moment.

Outside the unbreakable window panes, heavy shadows dance and loom as the wind whips the trees back and forth along the South Lawn. There are at least a dozen Federal Secret Service agents outside blending into the shadows. Inside, the flashing red, white, and blue of the screens reflect off the windows and obscure the darkness, the cascade of colors on the glass mirroring the cacophony behind her. The flashing colors coalesce into her own face, then melt into that of her challenger.

President Rosalind Myers stares out the window, seeing nothing as her thumb presses into the metacarpals of her left hand, digging into the tender muscles. The hand has twinged more often recently. She should talk to her surgeon about it, but a lifetime of repressing weakness makes her reticent. Val wouldn’t approve.

Behind her the door sighs open and a glance over her shoulder confirms the entrant as the only person who would dare interrupt tonight’s vigil, then she returns her attention to the window. A click, and the room darkens and falls silent as Val turns off the screens.

“No reason to listen to that scop,” she says quietly, a gentle hand resting between her shoulder blades.

Rosalind leans back into her touch, and strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her tight. Val leans down, rests her head on Rosalind’s shoulder, and she covers Val’s hands with her own.

“You’re probably right.”

“Probably?” Val laughs and presses a kiss to her temple. “Know I am. Shit’ll rot your brain.”

She hums a laugh and turns to look at her most ardent supporter. Dogtown feels like yesterday, but then she sees the fine spiderwebs gathered in the corners of Val’s eyes, the worry lines that have begun to etch themselves on her forehead, the grey hairs that have started to grow into her always sharp fade haircut. Rosalind doesn’t feel old until she sees the last decade reflected on her lover’s face.

She raises her hand, fingertips trailing along the buzzed hair above Val’s ear to the cold metal netrunner port at the back of her head, then twists and pulls her down for a kiss. When they part, Val turns Ros to face her and links their hands, twining their fingers together.

“Whatever happens, ’m with you. Know that, right?” 

Rosalind nods. Ever her loyal merc.

“After the results...” Rosalind trails off. “If they send someone—”

Val interrupts before she can even finish the thought. “Have to deal with me first. Saved you once before. Save you as many times as it takes.”

Her chest tightens and her eyebrows draw together as she gazes up at Val, at the woman who pledged her heart and life to her. She hopes it doesn’t come to that; she knows they won’t stop coming for her, but as long as they are together....

Chest tightening again, she blinks as she feels the sting behind her eyes. She frees one hand and traces the gold cyberware along Val’s cheek then cups it and pulls her down for a soft kiss.

“You’ve already saved me more than you know.”

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

oKaY listen! Jegulus is my OTP and I LOVE me some Bartylus too, but REGULUS & PANDORA 🥹🥹🥹

My babies!!!

Just that they understand each other in a way nobody else can and and and AHHH

1. Okay first of all: SHIP NAMES

Their most common one is Regdora which - kinda boring? Like it’s not bad, but when we have names like STARCHASER or NOBLEFLOWER or FLOWERPOT for other ships that just won’t do. Therefore my suggestion:

Stargazer

Because Star - Regulus (no explanation needed) and like gazer as kind of a synonym for seer?? Alternatively I have Starseer or Waterbox (Water for Reggie like in Moonwater + Pandoras Box yk), but Stargazer just sounds so Stargazer.

2. I OBVIOUSLY love them as an „Arranged Marriage I don’t want AT ALL (why are there butterflies in my stomache??) trope“, BUT also as the „we are queer best friends and jealous of each others partners, but idk why” trope!!

Also how many AMAZING Dynamics they have??

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- I hate everyone, but you and you love everyone, but you love me the most

- Soulmates

- Best Friends to Lovers

- ENEMIES TO LOVERS (Arranged marriage trope)

3. The DENIAL the both of them would have (especially when they are both seers) like:

„I saw a prophecy that showed me and Reggie in a Cottage with a child that could be related to us - MUST BE BECAUSE HES THE GODFATHER“

„Had a Dream abt Panda standing in front of me in a wedding gown - GOOD TO KNOW IM GONNA BE HER BEST MAN“

DO YOU GET WHAT I MEAN??🥹

or the Arranged Marriage Trope??

„Dream Abt making out against a door with Regulus - HOW WEIRD”

“Wow Pandora looks like a goddess in that dress, her glare makes me feel fuzzy and I want to smooth the frown on her forehead with my fingers while she looks up at me - IVE GOTTA REALLY LIKE THAT DRESS TO THINK LIKE THAT”

4. Once they ACTUALLY start dating they would literally be inseparable. They would cuddle and kiss and talk 24/7! Even their me-time they both need turns into us-time and is just as effective. They would start to panic if they don’t see each other for more than a DAY. Also their dates would be sooo cute!! No matter whether it would be the cozy queer cafe around the corner or the flashy pureblood dance balls. They would have such a comfy aura and nobody would mind their pda cause they would be so comfortable with each other.

Sometimes they would just spend a day in absolute silence but a COZY COMFY DOMESTIC ONE yk???

Also the “I hate physical touch except for when it’s you” trope!!

5. Just then going to a pride parade together with matching outfits in like their 30s, already married and a bi flag on Reggie’s cheeks and a Pan one on Dora’s and they would be so PROUD.

Or just the courting process in the arranged marriage trope PEAK!!

6. They are love. They are soulmates. They are Stargazer (or Waterbox still unsure bout that one)

This got WAY longer than I originally intended but oh well :)

REGDORA!!! FAIRYSEEKER!!! MY LOVES <33333

you don't understand how much I adore them. I love love love them. they're my everything's <3 my hunnies <3 my sweet little babies <3

okay so, 1. I actually don't mind the name regdora, but yes, it's blant and ugly compared to everything else. personally, I know them as fairyseeker, which is what you can find them under on my blog lmao. stargazer is a GORGEOUS ship name... though I think of regularly every time I hear it lmao

i LOVE the name waterbox. idk why I just adore it

2. yesssssssss!!! istg they have the best troupes (next to bartylily). them as arranged marriage partners sounds so fun. imagine they're just kids when they first meet, and they're told they're supposed to get married when they grow up to combine the rosiers/lestranges

at first, they don't mind (they're tiny and have no idea what being married even means). they start hogwarts, and both realise that they're into their same gender people (once again, i bring up my mtf dora + ftm reg). so both spend a lot of time just convinced they aren't into each other. reg is a lesbian after all, and pandora is gay... then they come out as trans and both are like: oh-

3. grumpy x sunshine is so them omfg

them bith as seers???? Christ. them being so fucking blind is just so fitting. they never even consider that they might like each other

them as oblivious little fuckers so true. they are in deep denial fr. regulus is foaming out the mouth at how pandora is, but it's completely platonic

4. HSEIBSIEBSOENSO YESS OMFG

All they need is each other. they're always together, getting one of them alone is impossible. you can try, and you will fail

that trope is SO them. it's insane

5. they would definitely love their time at a pride parade. they're having the time of their lives and they've been happier

6. I love it when asks go this long. it just sucks because I usually can't add anything on because you guys are just so correct already 😮‍💨

thank you for sharing your brain with me. I appreciate it a lot <3

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How It Begins

YOTP 2025: January

Prompts: first kiss | "may I have this dance?" | sharing clothes | BDSM AU | stockholm syndrome | 'Strong' by One Direction 

Rating: General Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms

Relationship: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade

Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade

Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Caring Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes Has Feelings, First Kiss, Post-Episode: s04e03 The Final Problem, Year of the OTP Prompt Event 2025

Greg watches Mycroft stand, slowly and steadily putting on his coat trying to make himself look presentable to whoever has been sent to retrieve him. The man looks a decade older, exhaustion seems to weigh him down, slowing down his characteristic elegance. 

He doesn’t notice who’s actually there until Greg unlocks the glass door to the cell and walks in. Mycroft’s face opens in shock and relief all at once.

“Greg,” he gasps, in disbelief.

Greg had been warned of this day; the day Mycroft’s deepest secrets tear his world down as they come to light. He had told Greg that the distance they put between themselves was what was going to protect him from the chaos.

“Who’s gonna protect you then?” he’d asked. Mycroft had only smiled.

Now, standing just a couple of feet apart, he wonders if the distance really matters anymore.

He decides that it doesn’t.

“Hey sweetheart,” he says trying a soft smile.

That does it. Mycroft’s face crumples as Greg catches him in his arms and hugs him tight. There’s a feeling of defeat in the way Mycroft presses his face into his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. Greg holds him close still.

He’d expected a breakdown to follow. But this safe contact seems to help immensely. The trembling dies out and Mycroft starts to breath normally again.

“Thank you,” he says softly after a while. He has let go of the vice-like grip. “Thank you- for coming… for everything.”

Gerg smiles. “I’ll always be here, whenever you need me. You know that.”

Mycroft shifts in his arms, as if he’s trying to pull away. Greg almost lets him, until he feels Mycroft’s cheek brush against his, hesitantly seeking something.

He almost stops breathing when he realizes that he’s been asked for permission.

Greg had imagined this moment differently. He’d imagined somewhere safe, and warm and cozy, not this cold concrete cell. But given everything that has happened, Greg knows better than to ask for luxuries.

He will take what he’s offered.

Greg lets his eyes close as his lips meet Mycroft’s. It’s a soft, nervous touch at first. As he feels Mycroft's fingers ease through his hair, Greg’s heart blooms with joy.

Mycroft will not be carrying his burden alone again. Greg will make sure of it.

He cradles Mycroft’s face and presses on a bit more urgently.

Mycroft makes a broken sound against his lips.

And to think they’d almost lost this.

When they part to catch their breath, resting their foreheads together, Greg strokes the short hair on the back of Mycroft’s neck.

“Come home with me,” he murmurs. “I'll keep you safe.”

Mycroft sighs, relieved. “Thank you.”

Greg smiles.

This is how it begins, he tells himself as he helps Mycroft out of the wretched building. Anthea has probably already arranged with the personnel that Mycroft is not be disturbed because none do. In the helicopter, on their way out of the island, Mycroft rests a hand on his own.

There’s nothing that can be done about the beginning except to accept it. But for the rest of the story, they have hope.

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