#otp: sounds perfect

[oveliagirlhaditright]

What’re your favorite kh ships?

If I'm being honest... I really only true ship SoKai these days (my forever OTP). Mainly because I feel like that's the only one I can really ever see actually being canon (well, aside from Yozora and Nameless Star, and I also ship them: a lot of that for Versus XIII reasons. My heart won't let go). And, I mean, not that a ship needs to be canon for me to ship them. Not at all. But I'll admit that I've grown out of some of the KH ships a wee bit, as I've found more adult ones in other fandoms to get invested one.

That being said, the KH ships that I do still care about are:

SoKai

RokuShi

Namiku

RokuNami

Terqua (though it seem these days the kids call it Terrqua. Or Terraqua?)

Gulava

Skulmera

Playerlitzia

YozoraNameless Star

Xehaqus

AkuSai

SoRiKai

RiKai

Roxiri (though not in canon. More in fanon. More for crack, kind of, actually. And friendship first and foremost)

I'm warming up to Replinami some these days, because of the tragedy of it all.

I've also started to warm up to Rion a wee bit... that past Shanna thought she'd never see.

SoNami in CoM only.

I could do XionRoxasNaminé. NamiXI, too.

VenAqua slightly, but I'd always choose Terra and Aqua over it (but one thing about the Wayfinder Trio for me, if I'm being truthful, is that I prefer the three of them as friends before any romance with any of them. Part of me even really thinks all three of them are truly just meant to be friends.)

A lot of people ship Ven and Strelitzia for some reason. And I doubt it'll ever happen, tbh. Who knows if they'll ever even really get a chance to meet and be friends. But I do get why they think it'd be cute.

And while I don't know if I truly ship them anymore, a part of me will always have a soft spot for Ventus and Naminé. Because for some reason, I really used to ship this crack pairing, back in the day.

I also don't really know if I ship them... but despite what I said above, I do get the feeling that Nomura might be doing something with Lauriam/Marluxia and Elrena/Larxene.

[homunculus-argument]

Let me tell you about Stormcast Eternals.

Picture this: Eternal warriors who have been divinely appointed to the task of protecting humankind - immortal, untouched by age or disease, and every time they die in battle their souls are sent back, not reborn but reforged. Chosen from brave and noble souls who died a hero's death, remade in a new body built to battle again and again. Inhumanly strong, fast, and keen of senses, and also literally twice the size of a regular, mortal human beings. Some have wings on their backs, having all the appearance of a warrior angel. To them, mortals are such little, fleeting, fragile things.

But emotionally, they themselves are quite vulnerable. Each death carries the risk of losing more of their souls, becoming more and more a perfect divine weapon, and less and less the mortal person that they used to be. Losing themselves means losing sympathy towards humanity, and this loss of identity is the true, final death that they fear more than any way of being killed.

So if and when one of them returns with less of themselves intact than they should, some of them are assigned therapy animal pet humans, ideally their own kin, however distant. And they are supposed to form a bond to this human, to remember who they were as a mortal and what it means to be human. The mortal is to do the same, to bond with the Eternal, help mend their tattered soul or at least slow down the process of its deterioration. A massively large and strong living weapon, at risk of losing their identity as a human being, and an ordinary little mortal whom they must protect at all costs, because the fate of their very soul depends on it.

And the most amazing thing about all this is that I've never seen porn of them. Like sure yeah there probably is some, but haven't encountered any just scrolling down my tumblr dash. Y'all are really sleeping on Warhammer lore, because which part of this does not sound like an elaborare "imagine your OTP" fanfic AU setting?

[waterlooletterwrb]

WRITE WITH ME!

I will start, and you can use the reblog to continue this story however you desire! The idea is that post by post we do a longer story (but if you wanna post your version somewhere else feel free to do so, you just remember to credit me!).

The One rule: You can't gender the Elf!Reader character.

If you need, add more warnings to your post!

OTP: Mairon (Sauron) x Elf!Reader

Universe: Rings of Power / Tolkien

Warnings: main character death, angst, blood, "you can fix him" plot;

Summary: You're the one who stole the Dark Lord's heart, yet you're dying in his arms.

A Forbidden Promise

"Don't go. I — I cannot follow you there. You can't go. You can't go." His voice was frenetic, desperate in a way the dark lord never sounded. How could he not be? You're dying in his arms, the only sweet touch, warmth, love he's ever known. And he will never be able to follow you to Mandos. "Please, I will never be able to go with you there, please."

His plea sounds like he wants to go tho. A begging, maybe the first time in more than two ages that Mairon of the Maiar actually regrets his choices. In you he found his perfection. And now he would lose it. Was that the vengeance of the Valar?

You raise your weak hand, resting it on this face. With your thumb you wipe one of the tears from his cheek. Even now he is as beautiful as the first time you saw each other.

"I — I will come back. For you, I will come back." Your voice is not much more than an whisper. Yet, somehow you make a disbelieving smile appears on his lips.

"Who would give up paradise for me? For Sauron?" The name disgust you as much as it disgust him, and your face probably shows it because he sighs. "If you're leaving me, at least leave saying the truth. It's too... cruel to say it. For I never hoped before."

That makes you give him a pity sad smile. Ignoring the pain, you do everything you can to raise yourself. He holds you tighter, his warmth is what you need to concentrate even when your vision starts to fade.

"Mairon, endanya¹. Hear the last words of the one who stole your heart." This make you see for one last time the sweet smile that he only ever directed to you. "As I promised once, I will never lie to you."

He presses his forehead against yours. For the last time you breathe the same air. "So I dare to command you, Mairon or whatever name you desire to hear now: learn to hope." I little cry escapes your lips, and you feel his hands tremble where he holds you, for a moment you lose your mind and all you can hear is the blood dripping. It's a shame, his always beautiful tunics will forever be stained within your blood now.

Even so, he won't stop holding you. So you do everything you can to reassure him again. He needs to understand, he must believe.

"Learn to hope." You mumble. "For I shall return to you."

You no longer can see or feel, your hand falling from his face is the first sign you went to the undying lands. But you were right. And Mairon, Sauron, does not let you go. He holds you tightly, in a crying so long it's impossible to believe that that destroyed and devastated being was once Morgoth's heir.

The grief is too much and, when he finally let you, there's no one to hear but the wind while he whispers:

"I — I'm yours to command, endanya. I will hear whatever name you call me. I will do whatever you wish. I will hope — I will hope for you."

A promise and a threat. Because in his soul he knows; you were the only one that could stop what's coming for Middle Earth. You were the only one that could stop him.

So now even the wind hopes. You need to return.

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Endanya¹ = if i did the word correctly it should be quenya for "my love/my soul", but in a deeper way of calling the one you love "your everything". In my mind, when Sauron says it he is also telling that the reader is his light.

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Nov 21st

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1. Hello! I'm trying to find a fic that I've read a long time ago. it was a modern/reincarnation au where Wei Ying is hired at an academy as a (history?) teacher but is unaware that the academy that hired him is actually a modern cultivation school where they practice cultivation secretly and learn the history of the canon mdzs timeline... Also Wei Ying can see ghosts/spirits. Thanks! @sheepie9967

FOUND! Retrouvaille by wxparoxysm (T, 75k, WIP, WangXian, XiCheng, Modern)

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2. Hi, I am looking for a smut fic. Lan Zhan is having an orgy with multiple versions of Wèi Wúxiàn, including a yiling laozu version, and Lan Zhan is pregnant. Eventually even more Wei Yings show up.

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3. Hello!! I am trying to find a WangXian fanfiction, but I really can't seem to find it. From what I remember, it was an arranged marriage when they were about fifteen, they haven't met each other yet as it was pre-cloud recesses study arc. The Gusu Lan Sect came to Lotus Pier to negotiate the betrothal. WWX made a condition before accepting it, he wanted to duel LWJ to see if he was worthy or not. I think it also has some JFM, YZY critical/bashing/canon characteristics. @lonelynebula5149

3 is a Preludian_Staves fic im pretty sure but it may be one of the ones they hide in that collection

FOUND? I Have Arranged to Tie You to Me by xxxMiaHikarixxx (G, 82k, WIP, WangXian, Lan protective team, Time Travel, Past, LWJ oriented, Arranged Marriage, Boys In Love, Soulmates, Fix-It, Jiang siblings, not jiang parents friendly, JC is slowly becoming a good sibling, Soft LWJ, Protective LWJ, Genius WWX)

FOUND? 3 sounds like Truths Laid Bare For All by Preludian_Staves as someone commented earlier but that work currently is unrevealed and cant be accessed

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4. Hi so this fic is that wwx take Wēn Yuàn to Jin ling 100 month celebration with him and there's this particular scene where he comes in jin tower with Jin what's his face that has the 100 souls curse and the peacock

And Wēn Yuàn was clutching his robes and they were all arguing until leader Nie shuts everyone up and then Ask wwx to show them his chest so wwx hands his little radish too the ghost general and show everyone his chest that's a scene that I could simply remember @constancebloodstone

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5. Hiiii! Hope you're having a great day/night! So I've looking for this one particular fic in which wy see lz with a woman who had her hand around his elbow while walking together on night then smells some foreign sweet smell on him in another night plus lz keeps coming home late so he starts thinking that lz is cheating on him but instead of getting angry he feels hurt and start blaming himself and thinking ofc lz is perfect so he deserves someone just as perfect and beautiful and eventually he confronts lz about it then find out that he was just escorting an elder Immortal ancestor wtv and spending time with her before she chose to end her Immortality since she lost her will to live after all her beloved ones died during her seclusion

FOUND! White Flag by incendir (T, 37k, WangXian, NHS/NZH, OMC/ OMC)

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6. Thank you for existing! I'm looking for a fic, modern au, where it turns out the reason Wei Ying got hit by a car (I think it was a car) was because he's deaf/hard of hearing on one ear so he didn't hear it coming. The cause of his damaged hearing is physical abuse from Madam Yu. Please help! @ilolatthis

FOUND! misunderstood 'verse by sysrae (M, 7k, WangXian, Modern, College/University, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, getting hit by cars, Past Child Abuse, Friends to Lovers, Abusive YZY, Caring LWJ, Injured WWX, partial hearing loss, the real OTP is everyone x therapy)

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7. I'm begging you to help me. I cannot for the life of me find the fic in which Lan Zhan has been asked by his brother to act in a PSA that Xichen wants to film at school, where he works. Xichen always ends up having sex with everyone at work, so when Wei Ying, a teacher at the school, comes in as Lan Zhan's scene partner, Lan Zhan assumes Xichen and Wei Ying have slept together. The PSA is about global warming, carbon emissions, etc. They shoot the scene several times and each time they get increasingly familiar with each other. The shooting ends with Wei Ying asking Lan Zhan out.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP

FOUND! Worship you till morning comes by feyburner (E, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, Meet-Cute, First Dates, First Time, Fluff, Kissing, Hand Jobs, Falling In Love)

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8. Hi! I only remember one specific scene from the story I'm looking for. Modern AU, JC and WWX are yelling at each other, and JC says something like "where did you get these stupid self-deprecating ideas/ the idea that you're not wanted in this family from" and WWX goes, in the same tone as a grade schooler, "your mom."

JC: NOT FUNNY.

WWX: IT KINDA IS THOUGH

And then they both cry and laugh at the same time and that's the reconciliation.

I think the main story might have been Wangxian? Pretty sure I only read that back then, but I can't remember anything else and I've looked everywhere. @rights-for-redshirts

FOUND! say it’s here where our pieces fall in place by Lirelyn (E, 68k, wangxian, Family Feels, Modern, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kid Fic, Adoption, Foster Care, most of the angst is backstory and we’re working through it, several characters have had therapy thank god, there’s a good amount of domestic fluff but also a lot of crying, Often at the same time, oh yeah eventually there will be smut, possibly also with crying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Podfic Available)

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9. Hi again, Team! I’m going to feel absolutely /stupid/ but there was a fic I read where LZ secretly rates other people’s dicks & WY keeps trying to score 10/10 but is unable to do so. The only other things I can recall are NHS had a starring role & WX got together at the end! Any help would be appreciated! @arisuamichan

FOUND? Thank You for Submitting by westiec (M, 3k, WangXian, Dick Pics, Getting Together, Humor, NHS is here too, but he's mostly offscreen, Modern, United States, Podfic Available)

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10. For fic finders: the start of it is that a class of lans including LWJ were affected by a curse placed on the platform/building they were in and WWX and LXC tried taking them to the cold pond

That doesn’t work so they head off to LWJ to see how he’s handling it and the two Lans wonder why WWX doesn’t seem to be affected when he was also there. He laughs his way through having the same mental fortitude or whatever as LWJ before just coming out and saying that no one noticed he’s been missing his core for years and without a core it didn’t affect him

I think the curse was placed by JGY but that was kinda secondary detailing since WWX and LWJ got together because of this situation. A completed one shot, no multi chapter casefics here

FOUND! Stainless by Fahye (E, 6k, WangXian, Sex Pollen, Yuletide Treat)

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11. Hi! Please help me find this fic. I'm becoming desperate! Wei Wuxian is somehow turned into a kid. Some plot happens and Wei Wuxian turns back into an adult but in his original body and everyone is shook by this turn of events. They celebrate or something and then at the end WangXian adopt a baby named Yanli and the juniors and Jiang Cheng adore her. Please I loved it but firgot to bookmark it and can't seem to find it 😭 @pancakeshitdifferentat4am

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12. hi im looking for a wangxian fic i read a while ago and i cant find it so i forgot the name but i remember that lan wangji lost his golden core he was attacked by wen zhuliu on his way back to cloud recesses after he and wei ying were rescued from the xuanwu cave , he manages to kill wen zhuliu but he lost his core and wei ying was the one to find him. thats all i remember i hope you can help me find it . Thank you so much in advance.

FOUND? stay, fury, your wrist wrapped in silk by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 228k, WangXian, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Canon Divergence, YLLZ LWJ, LWJ loses his golden core, yiling wei sect, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Temporary Character Death, War Crimes, Wen Remnant, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Revenge, LWJ goes dark for a while, WWX has a hard time with the bad shit going on around him, JGS is a bastard, Protracted Sunshot Campaign, War is war and hell is hell and of the two war is a lot worse, temporary impotence, growing intimacy, LWJ & WWX and the Wen Remnant live in the Burial Mounds together, WWX travels with LWJ and stays at his side post-Sunshot, Spanish Translation)

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13. Hello! I've had this scene running through my head from a fic that I, for the life of me, can't find.

It's a canon divergence fic where WWX brings the Wens to Gusu and humanizes them to the rest of the cultivation world in the proceas. The fic talks about PTSD and I could have sworn I bookmarked it but here we are! The scene I can't forget is:

On the way there, WWX makes A-Yuan a whistle that he can blow whenever he's afraid. At first the whistle blows often, but eventually A-Yuan gets more comfortable.

Any help would be most appreciated, thank you! @theonlysureprediction

FOUND! Grave dirt by esama (T, 92k, WangXian, canon divergence, yiling wei sect au, demonic cultivation, farming, found family, pre-slash, politics, fix-it of sorts) The whistle part could be Grave dirt by Esama (chapter 2)

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14. heLLO its my first time doing this and ive no idea how tumblr works im usually just here to browse

anyways just the other day i read the desc of a fanfic where wwx was forced to top by a lz who was riding him and wwx was yelling hELP rAPE RAPE IM BEING RAPED lol

but i forgot to bookmark it and now i cant find it if you could help PLSS thank u ily guys🥺😭

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15. Okay so this will be for fic finder.

I swear I had this bookmarked but I spent 2 hours searching and can't find it at all.

What I remember is that wwx makes a clay doll for a-yuan. It falls into the lotus pond, but falls apart. A-yuan is distraught, of course. Sometime during the following night though wwx is woken up by a baby screaming. The burial mounds somehow turned the clay baby to a real baby girl. Wwx raises her and she ends up going to koi tower with him. I think wangji escorts wwx, the baby, and wen ning??

Please help me find this! @grainstealingthot

FOUND! An Old Cardboard Produce Box for a Cradle by julomaiboulomai, mischiefseven (T, 25k, WangXian, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Canon Divergence, Sentient Burial Mounds, Golden Core Reveal, Everyone Lives)

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16. for ficfinder

I swear I have thus marked some where but I just can't find it

it'd the fic where lsz/wen yuan has a twin who's raised by lwj and lwj n wwx think that the other twin died. it's a parent trap au @bunnycoffeeumcat

FOUND! 🔒❤️ kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Inspired by The Parent Trap (1998), Kid Fic, teen shenanigans, two a-yuans, Fluff and Angst, [Podfic] kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight by contributor-sky (deepestbluesky), esbielle was also here (esbielle), glittercracker, GodOfLaundryBaskets, jellyfishfire, kisahawklin, Koontyme, Rionaa, semperfiona))

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17. i have not used tumblr so sorry if i am asking in the wrong place- but i am going crazy trying to find this fic! it has some explicit scenes, it is an omega/alpha type fic, where alpha lan xichen and omega wei wuxian are married. alpha lan zhan lives with them, but struggles seeing/hearing their intimacy and closeness because he was attracted to wei ying on their first meeting. wei ying gets drunk and sleeps with lan zhan thinking hes lan huan twice while lan huan is gone, but claims to forget

FOUND? they call me homewrecker by sweetlolixo (E, 12k, XiXian, WangXian, Modern AU, Omegaverse, Dark LWJ, Dark WWX, Pining LWJ, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Dubious Consent, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual WangXian)

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18. Hello, I have another request please, there was a modern day no powers fic where WWX was a baker, who also delivered his cakes, idk what kind of social media he had, because all I remember a girl was looking at his post and he leaned in and said smth like "that Yiling Patriarch is pretty cute" or smth, and there was a skateboard, maybe? That's all I got. Thank you so much!

FOUND? i swim in hollow lakes carved from memories by spookykingdomstarlight (T, 154k, WangXian, XiYao, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, Music, Baking, Social Media, Misunderstandings, Consequences of Fake Dating Schemes, Flashbacks, Vlogger WWX, Professional Musician LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mistakes, Pining, Matchmaking, Romance, Illnesses, Slow Burn, Background SangNing, POV Multiple, Second Chances) I think it was wc not jzx who was hired, otherwise matches

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19. Hello!!! Thank you for your hard work!!!!

I'm looking for a fic where it mostly canon compliant but the only thing I vividly remember it's that when LWJ appear at the Mo Mansión to rescue the Junior it's that he has some grey/white hairs and maybe it was a omega verse (not very sure about that).

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20. Hi. I’ve been trying to find a fic where WWX decides to take the imperial examinations, live as a magical farmer in the south and later found out Wei Changze was the son of the Emperor and WWX ends up taking in the young princes for tutoring. Also I don’t remember how he meets LWJ but they ended up being engaged and the Emperor sends like Imperial Auditors to the sects because of what happened to his grandson… It may or may not be a time travel fix-it, can’t quite remember 😫 @skycookie472

FOUND? Starting Over by SplitGirl28 (M, 69k, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Back to Childhood, Change his life, Different lifestyle, Unrestrained WWX, Living his ideal life)

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[redvexillum]

A/N: FoxDicker, my OTP has returned. Tagging @redfoxwritesstuff as she continues to be in denial of how much she actually loves Adam. I'm also currently away right now, so please leave a message, after this beep. Except Kit. Kit. You stay away.

SUMMARY: On Christmas Day, you had the perfect holiday planned with Adam, eager to enjoy the festivities together. But everything went off course the moment Adam decided to surprise you with a visit to Loo Loo Land—the most cursed amusement park ever created.

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, p in v, soft!adam, adam tries his best, cunnilingus, exhibitionist, loo loo land is mid, reader is a fox sinner, foxdicker is the official ship name, fluffy-wuffy

Your body lay sprawled across the bed, each shaky breath drawing in the cool air that kissed your sweat-slicked skin. The sheets clung to you, damp and tangled from the primal activity that had unfolded moments before. Every nerve felt alive, thrumming as though you were a live wire, sparking and overstimulated. You turned your head, languidly, to find Adam beside you—his chest heaving, his goofy grin painted on his face like a masterpiece of satisfaction. 

It was Christmas Day, and unlike last year, where he’d thrown a surprise party so loud and chaotic you’d considered kicking him out from your shared apartment, Adam had done the unthinkable: he’d listened. He’d agreed to keep things quiet, just the two of you. You’d envisioned the day perfectly—a warm breakfast at the quaint café down the street, twinkling with holiday cheer, followed by decorating the apartment to make it truly feel like Christmas for once. 

But the morning had other plans. 

You’d barely stirred awake when you felt him—Adam, radiating heat like a furnace, his morning wood pressing insistently against your stomach. The smug waggle of his brows told you everything you needed to know about his intentions. You’d opened your mouth to protest, to remind him of the plans, but all coherent thought dissolved the moment he ground against you, slow and deliberate, before pressing a feather light kiss to your cheek. 

And that was all it took. 

Fuck, you really do fold like a soggy newspaper. 

One moment, you were swaddled in the promise of a productive morning; the next, pyjamas were discarded—well, yours anyway, considering Adam always slept naked—and you were a mess of limbs, moans, and relentless desire. The way his body moved against yours, how his hands gripped your hips as if you were his anchor to the world, sent you spiralling into a haze of pleasure. You swore he lived for moments like this, bending you in ways that made your back scream in protest, your knees practically kissing your ears as he pounded into you. 

It was overwhelming, electric. 

Perfect. 

And yet, as the high ebbed, you muttered to yourself through a half-laugh, half-groan: You really need to work on your flexibility. 

The realization hit when you glanced at the clock. Breakfast was no longer an option—it was well past noon. “Lunch it is,” you murmured, voice hoarse but amused. A Christmas lunch date sounded far more reasonable anyway, especially since you were still trying to recover from the morning’s activity. 

Adam, though? He was utterly unbothered, lounging in the aftermath like a king who had conquered his kingdom. His arm lay lazily over his chest, that smug, silly grin still plastered across his face. 

You stared at him for a long moment, thoughts wandering, as they often did. Adam wasn’t exactly a paragon of reliability—Hell wasn’t known for its steady job market, after all—but his circumstances were… unique. When you’d first discovered who he was, the revelation had hit you like a slap. Adam. The Adam. The first man, the original sinner. The ��original dick,” as he’d so eloquently put it mid-fuck one night. 

It explained so much—his cocky demeanour, the whispers behind his back, the reason no one seemed willing to hire him. The arguments that had erupted between the two of you when he refused to explain himself made more sense now, but even with the truth out in the open, you weren’t sure how to approach the topic. What could you say? Hey, babe, let’s talk about how you used to be the commander of a battalion of angels in charge of exterminating sinners for centuries every year has ruined your career prospects. 

Instead, you let the thoughts drift away like smoke. Slowly, you crawled closer to him, nestling yourself against his side. He let out a soft sigh, his arms wrapping around you instinctively, pulling you closer. For a moment, you stayed like that, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. 

Dating Adam was like navigating through a mall during a crazy Black Friday sale—you never knew if you’d be swept away by passion or sheer chaos. Most of your dates could hardly even be called dates, considering they usually ended with you screaming at him over some thoughtless blunder or outrageous stunt. Then, inevitably, he’d kiss the fight out of you, pressing your body against his until the world dissolved into breathless moans and shattering pleasure. By the time he was done with you, the anger always seemed so trivial. 

But this time, you wanted something different—something special. It was Christmas, after all, and you were determined to have a date you could treasure. One that didn’t devolve into arguments or excuses. Sure, the morning hadn’t gone to plan, but if the rest of the day went smoothly, you’d still consider it a win. 

“All right, big guy,” you said, unable to keep the excitement out of your voice. Your tail swayed behind you, betraying your eagerness as you grinned. “We should get dressed and go out for lunch.” 

Adam leaned back against the headboard with a satisfied smirk, patting his stomach. “Aw, fuck yeah! I love lunch. Let’s get some back ribs.” His lips stretched into that crooked smile of his, the one that somehow managed to be both cocky and endearing. 

A giggle escaped you before you could stop it. Moments like this—when he wasn’t being infuriating or insufferable—you almost found him… cute. 

“But, babe,” Adam started, his voice casual as he stretched his arms over his head, “I got us tickets to Loo Loo Land for today. But, y’know, we don’t gotta go.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, though the hint of smugness in his tone said otherwise. 

Your ears twitched, catching his words, but it was the mention of tickets—Lu Lu Land tickets—that sent you bolting upright. Your tail wagged uncontrollably, thumping against the sheets as your smile stretched wide enough to hurt. 

“No way! Shut up!” you squealed, leaning forward with barely restrained excitement. “I’ve always wanted to go to Lu Lu Land! Those tickets are crazy expensive. Who did you kill to get your paws on them?” 

Adam basked in your attention, his smirk widening as he straightened up. “Got ’em for free, baby,” he said, voice dripping with pride. 

“What? No way!” Giddy laughter bubbled out of you as you practically leapt out of bed. “All right, baby, let’s hop in the shower then head to Lu Lu Land!” 

Adam’s eyes sparkled mischievously as he finally sat up, his gaze dipping to your bare body as his cock twitched with interest. “Round four?” he asked, his tone low and teasing, a devilish grin curling his lips. 

For once, though, you were too caught up in the thrill of the moment to be derailed by his antics. He’d actually planned something thoughtful—a romantic date to an amusement park on Christmas Day, no less. That realization sent a warmth blooming in your chest, making your smile grow even wider. 

“Better hurry,” you sang over your shoulder, giving him a playful wink before skipping toward the shower. The sound of his groan followed you, but you knew he wouldn’t be far behind. Today, against all odds, was going to be perfect. 

The shower stretched on until the water turned icy cold, but neither of you cared. Every moment was electric, every touch a spark igniting something primal and consuming. By the time you both stumbled out, bodies pressed together, breathless and grinning, you knew it was some of the best sex you’d had—so far, at least. 

Lu Lu Land didn’t live up to its reputation—or rather, the reputation you’d dreamed up in your mind. The place was a mess, more imps than you’d ever seen darting chaotically between rusting rides that looked like they’d collapse with a stiff breeze. Trash littered the grounds, and the attraction lights, with their flickering bulbs and gaping dark patches, gave the park a dilapidated, haunted feel. 

Strangely, the park was emptier than you expected for Christmas Day. Entire stands were shuttered and abandoned, their chipped paint and faded signs whispering tales of better days. It didn’t make sense to you. 

“This is Lu Lu Land?” you asked softly, your voice wavering as your heart sank. You didn’t mean to sound so defeated, but the disappointment was like a weight pressing on your chest. 

When you were younger, the idea of going to an amusement park felt magical, a dream just out of reach. But there was never enough money, and when adulthood came, life demanded everything you had—every dollar, every ounce of energy. The amusement parks of your childhood fantasies faded into the background as you scraped by, paycheck to paycheck. 

You swallowed hard against the lump rising in your throat. There were many regrets you carried, and this—never experiencing the whimsy and joy of a proper amusement park—was one of them. 

“Yep! This is Loo Loo Land!” Adam declared with his usual overconfidence, puffing out his chest and placing his fists on his hips like he was proud of the place. “Way better than that other shitty park, if you ask me!” 

You blinked once, then twice, as a lone flyer drifted on the breeze and landed against your leg. Frowning, you picked it up, your eyes scanning the brightly coloured text. The flyer advertised the park—but the name wasn’t “Lu Lu Land,” the famed amusement park of your dreams. It was Loo Loo Land. 

Your gaze darted around, taking in the off-brand chaos: the peeling paint on the “best attractions” sign, the cheap circus tent rising in the distance like a sad parody of fun. Realization hit like a bitch slap. This wasn’t the amusement park of your childhood dreams. This was the off-brand version—the amusement park equivalent of generic cereal in a plastic bag. 

You wanted to pout, to stamp your foot and demand answers, to yell at Adam for getting your hopes up. But the words never came. It wasn’t his fault you’d misunderstood. He’d said, “Loo Loo Land,” and you’d let your imagination and misunderstanding fill in the blanks. 

Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to look for the silver lining. Adam had thought of you. He’d gotten the tickets, however dubious their origin because he wanted to share something with you. And an amusement park was still an amusement park, right? You could still salvage this day, still create a happy memory to look back on. 

Swallowing your disappointment, you spun on your heel and met Adam’s gaze with a forced but hopeful smile. “Well, we might as well have fun, right?” 

The gleam in his eyes and his wolfish grin were enough to make your heart flutter. For a moment, you let yourself believe this would be a magical day, off-brand or not. 

But after an hour of sketchy rides, overpriced snacks that tasted like cardboard, and constant interruptions from screaming imps, you were ready to explode. This day wasn’t just off-brand—it was a disaster in the making. 

If there were awards for sheer determination to stay optimistic—or perhaps delusional—you were confident you’d win an Emmy. Hell, maybe even a Golden Globe. You kept up the facade, smiling through gritted teeth, convincing yourself that this off-brand nightmare could still be salvaged. But as the day dragged on, your resolve began to crack. 

For starters, the prices at this rundown park were ridiculous. A bag of popcorn cost nearly as much as a week’s worth of groceries. Still, you bit the bullet, wanting to embrace the experience. That was until you opened the bag to find cockroaches scuttling around your popcorn like they’d paid for admission, too. 

When you marched back to the stand, livid, the imp vendor had the audacity to deny everything. “Oh no, ma’am, those didn’t come from our popcorn,” he said, waving a clawed hand like you were being unreasonable. The gaslighting only fuelled your fury. Shoving the bag in his smug face, you unleashed a tirade. Behind you, Adam was doubled over, laughing so hard tears streamed down his cheeks. 

“Glad you’re enjoying the show!” you snapped at him, but your heart wasn’t in it. His laughter was annoyingly infectious, even if it made you want to smack him upside the head. 

After that fiasco, you decided to give the rides a try. Maybe they’d turn the day around. 

Big mistake. 

The first line you stood in—for a merry-go-round, no less—dragged on for over an hour. Just as it was your turn to board, the ride broke down. A loud groan of frustration escaped you, but you swallowed it back and told yourself there were other rides. 

And there were. 

...Like the Line Ride. 

It took you an embarrassingly long time to realize you’d been standing in line for another hour... only to find out the “ride” was the line. Just a joke at your expense. By then, your patience was paper-thin. If someone so much as sneezed in your direction, you were pretty sure you’d snap and stab a bitch. 

Adam, however, was in great spirits. “I’m having a great time,” he said, flashing you a grin. “I get to stare at your ass all day.” 

You shot him a glare, but it didn’t deter him. Every now and then, his hand would creep down to squeeze your backside, and you’d slap it away, muttering curses under your breath. 

Still, you clung to your fragile optimism. One ride. That’s all I need. One ride, and I can call this date passable. 

But then Adam whined, “We haven’t had lunch yet. I’m starving.” 

He wasn’t wrong. It was well past breakfast and lunch—closer to dinner, really. Your stomach growled in agreement, though your wallet, now painfully light, protested. “Fine,” you sighed. “Let’s eat. Maybe food will help.” 

That hope was short-lived. 

You approached the cleanest-looking stall in the food court, which wasn’t saying much. The imp behind the counter barely glanced at you as you ordered two BLT sandwiches. But then he reached back, scratching his ass with a gnarled claw, in plain view, before grabbing for the bread. 

The sight turned your stomach. You felt your appetite drain away like water from a sieve, replaced by sheer disgust. “Cancel my order,” you said, trying to stay calm. 

The imp ignored you, pretending not to hear as he continued assembling the sandwich with the same unwashed hands. “I said, cancel it! And give me my money back!” 

No response. Just that same vacant look as he slathered mayonnaise on the bread with all the enthusiasm of a corpse. 

Adam’s chuckle behind you made you whirl on him. “What’s so funny?” 

“Babe, you’re adorable when you’re mad,” he said, grinning ear to ear. 

Adorable? You wanted to scream. Instead, you turned back to the imp, eyes blazing. Today was supposed to be perfect.Perfect. Instead, you were standing in the middle of this trash heap of a park, ready to commit murder over a BLT. 

And it wasn’t even lunchtime anymore. 

You should have killed them. You wanted to—really wanted to. But instead, you unleashed every vile slur, every curse word you could think of, before walking away. 

As you took your first few steps away from the shabby food stall, a sudden collision threw you off balance. You stumbled into a young imp child, its chocolate ice cream splattering across your pristine white dress—the one you still had threepayments left to make on. You froze, eyes burning as the little imp cried over the loss of its treat, its pitiful wail cutting through the air. 

The weight of everything that had gone wrong that day pressed down on you, settling heavy on your chest. How had this happened? All you’d wanted was a perfect day with Adam. Just a few stolen moments of happiness, making memories together on Christmas Day. Instead, you were left with frustration, anger, and a gnawing feeling of disappointment that lingered, suffocating. 

Your eyes stung as the first wave of tears began to form. You wiped them away harshly, forcing yourself to smile, though the gesture felt hollow. You thrust a handful of change into the kid's hand, pushing him toward the ice cream stand, before stomping away, feeling the familiar sting of tears threatening to spill. 

You couldn't break down here—not in public. Not in a place like Loo Loo Land, of all places. 

You found the washroom in a haze, the door slamming shut behind you with a thud that echoed through the empty space. The tears came quicker now, too fast to stop. You twisted the faucet, water rushing out in a steady stream, but it did nothing to erase the stain on your dress. In fact, the more you tried to scrub it away, the worse it became. The stain spread like a cruel reminder of everything that had gone wrong. The frustration bubbled over, tightening your chest as you fought to control the sobs threatening to escape. 

And then, that voice—Adam’s voice—cut through the chaos. 

"Babe," he said, his tone smooth and comforting, but somehow laced with an energy you knew all too well. 

"Adam!" You spun around quickly, wiping away the treacherous tear with the back of your wrist. You met his gaze, trying to hold it together, praying that your makeup wasn't ruined. "You shouldn’t be here," you started, but the words died in your throat as you caught sight of the men’s urinal beside you. Your shoulders slumped in a resigned groan. 

"I know what you need," Adam said with a grin, one that made your pulse quicken. Before you could protest, his strong arms encircled you, pulling you into the cramped stall with ease. 

The small space felt even tighter with him in it. His broad shoulders barely fit, his tall frame bending slightly to accommodate the imp-sized toilet. The absurdity of the situation hit you all at once—here you were, standing in a bathroom stall meant for imps, with Adam so close you could feel the heat of his body. You barely had enough room to breathe, let alone move. 

"I swear to fuck, Adam," you huffed, frustration tingling in your voice. "I’m not in the mood for this right now." 

But Adam wasn’t having it. His lips curled into a mischievous grin, and his fingers slid down to your hips with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. "But babe, we haven't ridden anything yet. So, how about you ride my dick?" He waggled his brows, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. "You can skip the line, VIP access, baby." 

Your body betrayed you. Despite the chaotic mess of emotions swirling inside, despite the anger and the sadness, the pure audacity of his words made something else stir within you. His touch—gentle, yet confident—ignited a fire deep inside you. Your body responded without your permission, heat flooding to the places that had been craving him for far too long. 

And before you could think, you were giggling. It was absurd. His crass humour, the ridiculousness of this whole situation, was precisely the thing you needed. As you met his eyes, still twinkling with mischief, the tension in your body melted away. 

His grin widened as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. "You can’t deny it," he whispered, the words heavy with promise. 

You couldn’t believe you were actually considering it, considering giving in to this madness. You let your eyes drift lower, catching the prominent bulge straining against his pants. 

With a lazy smile, you leaned in closer, your voice a seductive whisper. "I always wanted to ride roller coasters." Your fingers trailed down his body, unbuckling his pants with a slow, deliberate motion. "I want to feel my body thrown around with every twist and turn," you murmured, feeling his breath catch as your fingers brushed against his hard-on. 

You could hear his audible gulp, his body tense with anticipation. 

“Fuck,” Adam groaned, his voice low and desperate, and before you could even think to respond, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. His lips brushed the soft fabric of your dress, lips trailing upward as his head dipped beneath it, his mouth finding the curve of your panties. He suckled gently, teasingly, wetting the fabric, before his tongue slid against your quickly hardening clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. 

“Oh, fuck!” you gasped, the pressure building inside you as the pleasure crept steadily, like a slow burn, igniting every nerve. The stress of the day melted away instantly, replaced by the primal need to be consumed, to feel something, anything—until you saw stars. Your head tipped back, your eyes flicking over the edge of the stall, and you saw the washroom door. A rush of heat flooded you as the realization hit: anyone who walked in would see exactly what he was doing to you—his face buried between your legs, devouring you with an intensity that left you breathless. 

You should be embarrassed, but today? Fuck the imps, fuck the world. You needed this. You were going to feel every inch of him, and if it had to be Adam, then so be it. 

He manoeuvred quickly, claws of desire pulling at the fabric of your underwear, tugging, yanking, until you heard the unmistakable sound of it tearing. The hole he made left you gasping, but before you could voice your frustration, it dissolved into a moan—low and sultry—when his tongue delved deeper, tasting you in ways that made your pulse race. 

“Oh, fuck, baby,” you sighed, your hips grinding against his face, the sound of his lips and tongue working your pussy turning your brain to mush. “God, you’re so fucking hungry.” Your fingers threaded into his hair, guiding him, urging him to take more. The wetness on his lips, the feeling of him dragging his tongue across your slick skin, was a sensation so carnal you could hardly breathe. Every moment of pleasure set fire to your nerves, your body humming with need. 

Before you could spiral into ecstasy, Adam pulled away with a growl, lifting you in one swift motion and spinning you around. Your breasts pressed eagerly against the cool stall wall, your ass thrust out, and he didn’t hesitate—slamming into you from behind with a force that made you cry out. The stretch was overwhelming, the thick, heavy length of him filling you in a way that made your entire body ache. He pressed deeper, relentlessly, until he hit your cervix, the sensation so intense that a sharp cry ripped from your throat. 

You were a screamer. You craved rough, dirty sex—the kind that left you breathless, the kind that made you feel alive. 

And Adam? He was just as wild, just as hungry. 

He pounded into you with abandon, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers leaving marks as he slapped your ass, the sting making your entire body tighten. “Fuck, squeeze me tight, babe,” he growled, “Yeah, moan for me, bitch.” His words were raw, his voice thick with lust, and they made you feel like you were the only thing in the world worth fucking. Your body responded to him instinctively, your voice growing louder, desperate for more. 

Each wet slap of skin on skin only intensified the heat between you, and you couldn’t help but encourage him, your words slipping out between heavy breaths: “Yes, baby, harder, harder, harder.” You whimpered as your body responded to him, riding the waves of pleasure as they crashed through you. “You fuck so good,” you moaned, the rhythm of your words pushing him to go faster, harder. 

The stall wall shook with every thrust, the sound of your bodies slamming together filling the space. You swore you heard gasps, voices from outside, as if the whole world could hear how fucking good he was making you feel. You were sure there was an audience, but it didn’t matter. Let them listen, let them hear how desperately you were being fucked. After the day you’d had, you fucking deserved it. 

His cock nudged against your g-spot, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hand slid around to the front of your hip, fingers expertly swirling over your clit, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. You gasped, your breath growing shallow as the sensations built. “Oh, fuck, baby, I’m going to make a mess if you keep doing this,” you moaned, the words tumbling from your lips without hesitation. You didn’t want him to stop; in fact, you wanted him to push you further, harder.

“Yeah,” he grunted in response, smacking his hips against yours, the heavy swing of his balls hitting your skin with each deep thrust. “You know how I like it, babe,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust as he quickened the pace, each thrust driving deeper. “Now, scream how good my dick feels inside you,” he commanded, his words pushing you into a haze of desire, pushing you past the point of no return. 

His rhythm grew faster, more frantic, and you pressed your cheek against the cold stall wall, the friction between your bodies sending jolts of fire through your veins. Drool pooled at the corner of your lips, your vision blurring as you felt the peak drawing closer, your body trembling under the intensity. 

Your muscles tightened, and with a loud, unabashed scream, you finally gave in, “Fuck, yes, baby!” you cried out as your orgasm crashed over you, hard and overwhelming. Your body convulsed, squirting wildly, the wetness soaking the front of your dress, dripping onto the floor, and pooling at your feet. 

He grunted, a low, primal sound as he followed you, his cock throbbing inside you. With a deep, guttural moan, he pumped a thick load of his seed into you, his hips grinding against you, urging you to milk him for every last drop. You could feel him deep inside, your walls gripping him desperately, as if trying to hold on to him, to drink him all in. 

Both of you breathed heavily, hearts racing from the intensity of the fuck. The tension of the earlier part of the day, the stress, all melted away in the euphoria of the orgasmic daze. As he pulled out slowly, you felt his warm seed dripping down your thighs, the mixture of his release and your own slipping down to join on the floor. 

“Fuck, that was fucking amazing,” Adam said, his voice rough but satisfied. The moment you turned to face him, he cupped your chin, lifting your face to meet his, and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, his touch tender in contrast to the rawness of what had just transpired. “Now, just chill here for a second, babe,” he said, his grin lazy but affectionate. 

You could only nod, still lost in the aftershocks of the pleasure, and as he squeezed himself out of the stall, you leaned back against the cool wall, your breath coming in uneven gasps, slowly feeling his seed continuously dripping out of you, mixing with your own juices. 

That’s when you heard it. 

Voices shouting, cussing—Adam’s angry voice cutting through the air as he shooed the intruders out of the washroom. 

“Fuck off!” Adam yelled, his tone rough and possessive. “Don’t fucking jerk off to my girlfriend, you fucking assholes!” 

Your shoulders stiffened, a jolt of something fierce and unnameable coursing through you. Your breath hitched, caught on the edge of a gasp as your eyes widened. A strange, disarming warmth bloomed in your chest, spreading like wildfire, and before you could stop it, the heat reached your cheeks. They burned, your lower lip trembling—not from fear, no, but something rawer, deeper, something that made you feel both vulnerable and... 

Alive. 

He’d just called you his girlfriend. 

Out loud. 

Openly. 

The words rang in your ears, soft and almost careless in his tone, but their weight hit you like a sledgehammer. Your heart was pounding, a frantic, unrelenting rhythm that refused to be ignored. For a moment, all you could do was stand there, trapped in the swirling tempest of emotions that his simple declaration had stirred. 

He was such a fucking loser—messy, aimless, and someone you’d convinced yourself you were only keeping around out of pity. And yet, despite everything, he made you feel like this. 

Alive. 

Wanted. 

Consumed. 

Sure, the incredible sex played a part. That was undeniable. But even in the heat of those moments, there was always something more—a connection that ran deeper, messier, and far more terrifying than either of you dared to acknowledge. 

Still, you weren’t blind. You weren’t naive. This thing between you wasn’t built to last. It was fire and chaos, the kind of passion that burned bright and reckless, destined to burn out long before it settled into anything stable. You knew that. You accepted that. 

So why was your heart still betraying you? Why was it racing like this, pounding like a war drum in your chest? Your trembling fingers brushed over your cheeks, your skin impossibly hot, the blush spreading like a stain you couldn’t hide. 

You took a steadying breath—or tried to, at least—and when the moment passed, when your body cooled and the flush began to fade, you smoothed out your dress as best you could and stepped out of the stall. Your legs felt unsteady, your body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, but it was the emotions twisting in your chest that left you truly off-balance. 

You sank onto the bench, needing the grounding sensation of solid wood beneath you, and waited. Adam was off somewhere, picking something up—probably something stupid, knowing him. And as much as you wanted to stay indifferent, to hold on to the simmering frustration of how thoroughly he’d upended your carefully guarded emotions, you couldn’t stop the damn flutter in your chest every time he moved, every time you thought of him. 

When he jogged back into view, his hands hidden behind his back and a playful, self-satisfied grin lighting up his face, you swore your heart skipped a beat. 

“Took you long enough,” you teased, though your voice faltered as Adam thrust something in front of your face, startling you. 

A candy apple. 

It gleamed under the garish, hellish lights, its glossy red shell capturing the chaos around it like a tiny, sugary miracle. Your breath hitched as your eyes locked onto it. It was perfect, almost unreal, and yet it was very much in his hand, being awkwardly thrust toward you. 

“I’m not really a fan of apples,” he admitted with a shrug, his brow quirking up. “But I remember you said you liked candy apples once.” 

The words were simple, but they hit you like a tidal wave. Your heart skipped a beat, then another, and suddenly, it wasn’t the candy apple you were looking at. It was him. Adam, with his soft, uncertain expression, his lips pressed together like he wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. His usual bravado was muted, replaced by something genuine, something vulnerable. 

“Listen,” he began, his voice rough with hesitation but tinged with sincerity. “I ain’t good at this kinda thing, but… Merry Christmas, babe.” He gave you a crooked, lopsided smile, nudging the candy apple toward you again. 

For a moment, the world stood still. The noise of the carnival, the blaring music, and the distant screams of the rides—all of it faded into the background. All you could focus on was the candy apple and the boy standing in front of you, looking like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin but refusing to let go of this moment. 

Your fingers brushed his as you took the wooden stick, the faint warmth of his touch lingering against your skin. You held it tightly, the reality of his gesture sinking in. “I—I can’t believe you remembered,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Adam’s brow furrowed, his lips twitching like he wasn’t sure whether to smile or scoff. “'Course I did,” he muttered, looking off to the side. “You don’t shut up about sweets, so… yeah.” 

You couldn’t help it—a soft, breathy laugh bubbled up, breaking through the overwhelming tide of emotion. Adam, the man who barely listened when you talked, who acted like he didn’t care about half the things you said, had remembered something so small, so inconsequential. 

And it mattered. 

It mattered more than you wanted to admit. 

Your fingers curled around the stick a little tighter, your chest aching in the best way. “Thanks,” you said softly, your voice trembling with a quiet kind of wonder. 

Adam’s face softened at your words, though his smirk quickly returned. “Well, are you gonna eat it, or are you just gonna stare at it?” he teased, his tone light, but the way he watched you gave him away. 

“Fine,” you huffed, unwrapping the candy apple carefully. The scent of sugar and caramel wafted up, sweet and familiar, and as you lifted it to your lips, Adam’s voice interrupted you. 

“Let’s go home,” he said, blowing a stray lock of hair off his face. “This place sucks anyway.” 

You blinked, startled by the sudden shift, but before you could question him, he reached out and took your free hand, pulling you up from the bench with ease. His grip was steady, his palm warm, and as his fingers laced with yours, you felt your chest tighten all over again. 

The candy apple in your other hand felt heavier now, more significant. It wasn’t just a treat—it was a moment, a gesture, a piece of him he’d handed over without realizing its weight. 

As the two of you left the chaos of Loo Loo Land behind, the gaudy lights fading into the distance, everything felt a little softer, a little more vivid. Adam didn’t say anything else, and neither did you. But his hand stayed in yours, his touch grounding you, reminding you that sometimes the smallest things—like a candy apple—could mean everything. 

And as you took your first bite, the sugary sweetness melting on your tongue, you decided it was the best candy apple you’d ever had. 

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cw: streamer au! you and hawks have a popular channel and you have some special guests! fluff! reader and hawks are married. 'dove' as a nickname. written for @pastelle-rabbit.

“Did you finish setting up the microphones, dove?” Keigo asks, while you’re just about to adjust your PC setup. The stream begins in five minutes, and while it’s not the first time you’ve gone live with your love, it’s the first time that you’ve had guests on your streaming site, and this is highly anticipated enough that you expect a higher turnout for today, and commensurately likely more trolls. You’re used to Keigo’s trolls as a top-ranking hero, but Izuku’s trolls are a whole different beast.

“Yes!” you sing out to him. After the final adjustment, you shoot a glance to Izuku and his wife who are poised very politely on gaming chairs you got just for them; his hand is holding hers, the thumb caressing the back of her hand while she crosses her legs at the ankle. She looks distressed and you stifle a giggle. Horror and gore are the themes for your stream today and from what Izuku has told you, she’s a screamer, but so is Keigo, so the two will be squawking like birds for the remainder of the night. 

You can’t wait.

“Are you guys comfortable?” you ask. The chair arrangement is a little more complex to make sure everyone stays huddled around your huge monitor, but you’ve figured it out.

She nods slowly, and Izuku grins. “We’re doing perfect!”

There are now two minutes until the stream starts, and Keigo slips into the chair right beside you and kisses your cheek, his other hand deep in a bag of chicken chips which he brings to your mouth.

You indulge him with a bite, and he grins, then whispers if you want him to be your chair this time, and while Izuku grins politely at the two of you, you can sense yourself warming in the face.

“We have guests,” you remind him. Keigo throws a glance at Izuku who immediately waves his hands.

“Pretend we’re not here.”

“What do you mean we’re not here, we were in-”

You start the stream and Izuku’s wife falls silent, immediately switching to camera ready mode. “Welcome guys and thanks for coming back to our channel! As promised, we have special guests today! -” Deku and his wife wave politely to the camera in million-watt smiles, “- and we’ll be continuing with our horror themed stream!”

Keigo chews loudly and waves at the camera. “I’ll be here!” he motions a salute to the screen. As expected, you can already see the influx of his fans filling the chat, painfully polite in their thirst since the last time he reminded them on screen he was happily married.

“Ooh can we have streamer nicknames?” Izuku’s wife asks.

“Sure, what would you like to be called?” you offer. She looks around, then up at the ceiling, then her eyes light up.

“Hm… BLOODCRUSH.” She says with dramatic glee. The rest of the three of you blink rapidly, but no one argues. 

“Bloodcrush it is!” you announce as she kicks her feet. Izuku gives her a mildly concerned look, but then rubs her shoulder affectionately. The chat starts to rile up with comments in support of new nickname Bloodcrush (bloodcrush x deku otp, bloodcrush fighting!) to her delight while the less savory ones are promptly ignored.

“I think the rest of us will just go by our hero or streamer names, is that okay?” Keigo says, stretching out in his chair and resting his arm around the shoulder of your gaming chair, pose relaxed.

“So what game are we playing?” Deku starts per your loosely prepared script. 

“RAID AND EXECUTION,” Hawks announces, excitedly. You laugh as the story intro video begins, and Hawks claps his hands dimming the lights while Bloodcrush looks stunned to her husband then to you.

“Raid and what?”

“Oh, that sounds awesome! I’ve heard of this one!” Deku chirps, and immediately his info-dumping begins. “So from what I’ve read, this game is set in the early 1400s in the Caribbean where a group of pirates are lost at sea and encounter a group of enchanted beings, most likely zombies, and you’re meant to survive as long as possible when they’re active at night, and raid the villagers during the daytime or else you’ll run out of resources and die, not to mention the game mechanics heavily rely on you using context clues of the environment in order to determine if a settlement is nearby and-”

Hawks and Bloodcrush both scream as the first zombie shows up on screen armed with a machete and cleanly slices the head off of your avatar.

‘Ooh, that was fast,” you say, frowning as the “Game Over” screen shows up on the monitor. The chat explodes with comments telling Deku to shut the hell up which makes him frown.

“Just trying to provide context,” he grumbles. You start up the game again and instead of jumping right off the ship and walking right onto the island, you pause and look for clues. Hawks encourages you to explore the bottom of the ruins first, which has you find a rusty machete of your own as well as some 14th century hardtack, and Bloodcrush leans in and asks you if there’s any way you can find a musket or other gun.

“Baby, I think muskets weren’t invented till the 15th century,” Deku says, and she pats his cheek gently, whispering only mildly threatening, “I didn’t ask you for historical accuracy, honey.”

“Here, I think we found one!” you exclaim and Hawks gives you a high five while Bloodcrush raises her eyebrow at him. 

While you begin arranging your inventory, Hawks repeats some questions in the chat for their guests.

“So, herofootfetish69 has a question for you, Deku.”

Izuku pales while you and his wife unintentionally bursts out laughing from how nonchalantly Hawks reads the username, then your avatar inadvertently falls off a cliff and dies.

“Man!” you exclaim as you restart. Bloodcrush laughs even harder as she points to new resources that you can pick up while you’re repacking your knapsack.

“They ask, do you have time to play video games when you’re supposed to be protecting the city?” Hawks asks, then giggles.

“Why am I being heckled?” he frowns. “Yes, heroes have time off too.” He pauses. “Hawks is literally on this stream!”

“Hey, I think if you alternate the musket and the dagger, you might have a chance with those zombies,” Bloodcrush murmurs. Someone in the chat tells her that she has a better chance with the dagger alone. “Never mind, just do that.” 

“Next question for LoveDove!” Keigo presses a kiss to your forehead, then reads off, “gains4fame asks, how long have you and Bloodcrush known each other?”

“Not long!” you say, “but I think we’ve become fast friends!”

Bloodcrush’s eyes light up and she playfully bops you on the shoulder. Hawks offers an affectionate awwww, and hugs you while Deku rubs his wife’s back. 

In the process of your husband hugging you, you’re shot by an arrow.

“NO!” you and Bloodcrush scream in unison, then look at each other and giggle.

“Next question from chickenchipenthusiast-” Izuku pauses, then reaches for the extra bag Hawks has brought, “not sponsored by the way,” he reminds everyone, “for Hawks - how do you choose your guests on the show?”

Hawks shrugs. “When I called, you picked up.”

Izuku sighs in defeat.

“We’ll move on to the next question. For LoveDove again - do you think you’ll get better at these games?”

Hawks bristles but you laugh. “I’m having fun and so are you, aren’t you?”

chickenchipenthusiast writes: exactly!

You get your first kill of a zombie on the island and you and Bloodcrush share double high fives in delight. 

The chat fills with overwhelming support and the stream continues late into the night, the chatter amongst you guys never ending and the subscribers ticking higher and higher all night.

[sweet-s0rr0w]

day 21 of @hprecfest - a fic rated M

flashback, warm nights by warmfoothills - M, 13k, 2020

Summary: “What’s killing me is that I actually quite fucking like Christmas, festival-for-a-personally-irrelevant-religion-turned-commercialised-garbage-holiday though it may be, and now I’m stuck in the perpetual almost-there of it all with an idiot who gets himself cut up every time no matter how differently I try and do things!” “Killing you?” Potter asks. “I thought I was the one who’s about to get my torso sliced into?”

Excerpt:

“You need to go faster,” Draco cuts her off. Potter’s eyes are half-lidded already, and it’s scaring him. “Seriously, Granger. He’s going to pass out and then I’m going to pass out and either he dies or I wake up back on that street and have to do this all over again.”

He doesn’t care that he sounds insane. He’ll explain it all properly once he’s sure Potter’s not going to die in the back of a car. He knows magic and he knows that, whilst he might be about to loop back to the start again, it’s equally possible that this has just been a one-off, a random blip, and if that’s the case, this is his only chance to make it right.

“Don’t yell at her,” Potter says beneath him, quiet.

Draco’s chest fills with dread when he looks down to see Potter’s eyes are closed. “I’m trying to save your life here, Potter.”

“I know,” Potter mumbles, sleepy and indistinct. “S’nice. But it’d be nicer if you stopped yelling so I could sleep.”

“You can’t,” Draco says, swallowing around the lump in his throat, but Potter just shushes him softly, and everything goes dark.

All you want for Christmas is... a festive Horcrux-hunting and Death-Eater-battling super romantic timeloop Drarry fic. Right?! Gosh, what a coincidence! Have I got the perfect gift for you!

If you read it, and especially if you love it, please do let me know! And as always, please do take the time to leave the author a kudos/comment <3

day 1 - first fic you remember reading

day 2 - a fic rated G

day 3 - a fic not on ao3

day 4 - a comfort fic

day 5 - a romantic fic

day 6 - a fic for a ship you don’t normally read

day 7 - the best of your OTP

day 8 - a fic that was recced to you

day 9 - a WIP

day 10 - a fest/event fic

day 11 - an underrated fic

day 12 - a fic from your favourite author

day 13 - a rare pair

day 14 - a fic rated T

day 15 - a fic over 50k

day 16 - a podfic

day 17 - a fic that makes you cry

day 18 - a fic that makes you laugh

day 19 - fanart

day 20 - a fic with fanart

[worlds-worst-ships]

Do you ship it? (Game show extravaganza edition)

I have a question, and I want you all to discuss it with me in the comments... While I don't know too much about MrBeast, it always struck me as odd that he wouldn't go with a more Nickelodeon-esque, CITV-y style of game show (much like Scratch n' Sniff, Jungle Run, etc etc) when getting viewers involved, and has instead done... well, the style he's done instead. Would the novelty not have been more popular? Would it not only make great content for youtube, but even better content for TV? Would it not take away the aspect of preying on the desperate and impoverished for the sake of sitting atop a marble throne? With the money he has and the connections he's gained, it wouldn't be hard and would've been a much cleaner break into the world of TV/Netflix, no? I hope that makes sense. Lets talk about it.

Oh, and before I go, I do wonder if many of you remember Scratch n' Sniff's den of doom. I was going to watch the first few episodes with Shippit later. Why don't you watch it too? It scared the hell out of me as a child, two Hyenas that sound like they're voiced by the Mitchell brothers sending children to an untimely demise. Check it out;

[blackbird-brewster]

Mom!Em Fic Recs

@bau-babygirl requested: Fics featuring Emily as a mom [X]

JJ/Emily + Kids

[Find all of these and more fluff in my Domestic Jemily collection on AO3]

Mother's Day by w00t4ewan (me) Rated: G || WC: 715 Summary: Henry helps Emily surprise JJ on Mother's Day

Dreams Do Come True by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 2000 Summary: Emily and JJ take Henry to Disneyworld on their first family vacation.

Breakfast by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 840 Summary: Emily tries to let JJ sleep in and winds up with her hands full of a certain toddler.

Love is an Open Door by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 1010 Summary: Emily and Henry work together to plan an unforgettable evening for JJ.

Jemily Ficlet Archives by w00t4ewan Rated: M || WC: 31,000+ Summary: An unrelated collection of Jemily ficlets and headcanons which were originally posted on my tumblr and up until now hadn't been shared on AO3.

Sand by @otahkoapisiakii (Phoenix_Falls) Rated: G || WC: 2630 Summary: JJ and Emily incorporate Henry in their wedding ceremony

Steps by Phoenix_Falls Rated: G || WC: 4670 Summary: Modified prompt from tumblr: "you asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks im married with a baby"

Darwin by Phoenix_Falls Rated: G || WC: 831 Summary: Henry has an odd nickname. Likely takes place in the same verse as Steps, but 11 years later Mittens and Hats by @velutluna Rated: G || WC: 1944 Summary: JJ and Emily take their sons for a walk in a winter wonderland.

Perfect by velutuna Rated: G || WC: 660 Summary: A perfect evening at the home of the Prentiss-Jareau family.

Happy Birthday! by @ellegreenawayslover Rated: G || WC: 2028 Summary: Emily’s feelings during her birthday, her feelings years ago, and how she finally is truly happy with her life and how it turned out.

Morning Cartoons and Middle Names by @vhsrights Rated: G || WC: 2634 Summary: A shift in the numbers on his digital clock indicated that the time had arrived. 7:15 am. No sound of an alarm echoed through the upper floor of the Prentiss-Jareau house. There was pin-drop silence, and then the quiet chaos began.

Bonus: My Master List of MomEm Headcanons & Fanworks

Other Fics: Emily + Kids

A Year in the Life by @gaelic-symphony (thelarkascending) Tara/Emily || Rated: T || WC: 8455 Summary: Twelve vignettes from the married life of Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss, written for the Year of the OTP writing challenge.

handprints on my soul by @prrentiss (unitchiefprentiss) Tara/Emily || Rated: T || WC: 32,000+ Summary: tara and emily after the events of just a dream. Maternal Instinct by thelarkascending Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1207 Summary: Motherhood brings with it complicated feelings for new moms Emily and Alex. Written for the CM fandom gift exchange Halloween Interlude by w00t4ewan Tara/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1573 Maternal Instinct by thelarkascending Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1207 Summary: Motherhood brings with it complicated feelings for new moms Emily and Alex. Written for the CM fandom gift exchange

Bluey Mom by @alexblakeisgay (ArwenLalaith) Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 2713 Summary: The adventures of Emily Prentiss as she navigates running the BAU, being a wife and mother, and her relationship with gender.

Oh, My Darling Clementine by ArwenLalaith Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 930 Summary: Emily Prentiss is not above bribing her toddler daughter to get her to call her Mama…

Book Ends by ArwenLalaith Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 18,500 Summary: Emily's life revolves around Lux - her four year old autistic daughter. She hasn't had a relationship since she got pregnant and certainly isn't looking to start one when she meets Alex Blake: phenom children's author.

Alex's life since her husband left and her son passed has revolved around writing and little else. She's been a recluse for years when her agent finally convinces her to make an appearance at her latest book launch. Little does she know, she's about to meet a four year old girl that will change her life....

[becauseitsyouandi]

my personal jalex fic recs because fawk, jalex maaaaan

Because you can never get enough jalex <3

♡ 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤 ♡

OTP by Save vs. Magic ✿ Season 3 ✿ COMPLETE ❀ 'With 'Charmed and Dangerous' set to become a movie, Alex is shocked to discover the books based on her life are wildly popular. Even more shocking is what some fans are reading between the lines. And most disturbing of all? Justin might be one!' ✿ OMG. I love meta and I love Jalex, but more importantly I love realistically written Jalex where they don't want to jump each others bones as soon as the fic starts, so this is my #1 recommendation in a multi-chaptered fic if you think to yourself, wait, how in the F do they even start to realize they like-like (lol) each other anyways? Soo well-written, Save vs. Magic is a stellar author who has wrote plenty of gems for the jalex comm <3 After you read OTP, I recommend reading the Easter special for OTP A Handshake With God. So funny and a cute taste of Jalex's after.

Reflection by TheWolfHourx, TwistedWizards ✿ Post Season-4 ✿ IN PROGRESS ❀ Woooo boy, what to say about this one--- it's sexy, incredible sexy. Risque and full of tension, Alex is stuck in the You-niverse with daaark, eeeeevil Justin, who wants to make her his. She is living my dream! It is unfinished, and I want to give a disclaimer that it ends before they do the deed, so if you're okay with mild blue-balling, this is an awesome read that's not juuust smutty goodness yum, but has well written Jalex that makes you root for our main couple (and sexy evil Justin is there, did I mention sexy evil Justin?)

'More Transparent Than Water And Thicker Than Blood' Series by pandorium ✿ Season 3 to Post-Series ✿ COMPLETE ✿ Ooooooof. Talk about an emotional rollercoaster ride, my heart! Sweetness, and heartbreak, and then sweetness. A series of one shots span from post-movie codependency to Jalex as adults. Don't worry-- a happily ever after awaits with this one, even if the journey to get there for our two siblings is a bit long.

Something like Forever by someryn ✿ Post-Movie ✿ COMPLETE ✿ Two-part series that has Justin's POV Leave The Ashes, it's a look at how Justin and Alex cope, well fail to cope with the traumatic events of the movie. Alex struggles to communicate her emotions in Alex fashion, Justin is her steadfast brother who looks at her for just a bit too long, and there is sweetness and the perfect amount of spice added in (just a pinch). Delicious Jalex awaits with this fic <3

Truth Spell by saveyou ✿ Post-Movie ✿ IN PROGRESS ✿ This is an AU where Justin runs away from home post-movie--and only Alex knows why. It's an interesting set up, but last update was in 2010 and it ends off sorely unfinished. But it is a nice read and I enjoy how Alex and Justin are written.

˚ʚ ♡ 𝕠𝕟𝕖-𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ♡ ɞ˚

Holding Back the Night by Nerissa ✿ Post-Movie ✿ More like hold back my tears when mentioning this fic! This is my #1 Jalex fic recommendation-- it holds such a special place because it fueled my Jalex obsession to unstoppable levels. The ultimate codependency trope fic for Jalex in my opinion. The conversations in this fic are so so cute, tender and emotional. This is the hot-chocolate-your-grandma-gives-you of a Jalex fic. Lemme re-read this fic now <3

so what if you catch me, where would we land by ladytahiri ✿ Child to Adult Jalex ✿ 'Justin and Alex's lives unfold like a butterfly in reverse' ✿ Starts off on an amazing hook with Theresa catching Justin and Alex in a compromising position, and traces back through the blossoming of Justin/Alex's relationship, to when they were just children. Mwah mwah a billion chef kisses!

reach out and touch someone by omens ✿ Season 4 ✿ “Careful, Justin; that almost sounds like ‘what are you wearing territory?’ there.” ✿ AKA Justin and Alex are horny teenagers, Justin is away at college, and late-night husky phone convos ensue. Sign me tf up!

Hands That Touch The Wrong Things by TheWolfHourx ✿ Season 3 ✿ 'This obsession. This painting. Something about this screams at her louder than all her other paintings. Something inside her rips and roars and howls.' ✿ Angst and pain in Alex's POV as she grapples with her feelings post-Puerto Rico. She uses painting as an outlet for her desires she can't express.

Louder than sirens by popsongnation ✿ Post-Movie ✿ 'The feeling stays with her as time goes on, the need to touch him as often as possible. She knows he feels it too.' ✿ Uuuugh author why must you slay me! Codependency trope done so so well it hurts! Secret handholding and rapidly tangled feelings, my heart squeezes in pain for our two sweethearts.

[karlachismylife]

character ask thingy for konig, thank you sm I hope your day is going great! <3

Oooh, König! I'm not talking about him much on here, am I? Might have something to do with the betrayal of my friend whom I dragged into the COD fandom for my Karlach x Soap team or at least Ghoap only to lose her to the Ghost x König gang... (I'm joking, we're still having fun, ship whomever you want). Thanks for asking!! And also thank you, my days are pretty okay lately, hope yours are too <3

If anyone else is interested, I'll be glad to talk about someone else from COD and BG3. The game itself is here if someone wants to reblog!

So, König, the big Austrian that has literally a couple parapgraphs of bio on the wiki but a ton of fans to make up for it, eh?

favorite thing about them

I'll do two, because one is mostly canon based and the other mostly headcanon, but not fully. The canon favourite thing is that he's imperfect at his job. It's not just his size that prevented him from becoming a sniper, it also says he is "unable to stay still". I think it would be easy to make him a total machine and just slap the social anxiety on top as the only "imperfection" he has, especially since he is a minor character in a fucking pew pew ka-boom game. But they literally said he's actually not that good at his job (like, if he's unable to stay still, this won't impact just his sniper abilities, you know?). So that's neat, I love when people are allowed to be not that perfect at their job. And the favourite headcanon thing is that he's a gentle giant, I just love the type. Yeah, he's huge and kills people, but he'll also cradle a little bunny like it's the most precious creature on Earth.

least favorite thing about them

Uhh apart from the fact that people for some reason (ahem, racism) replace Gaz with him instead of just adding him?.. I think he either compensates for his anxiety or just feels much more confident at work and it makes him a little too cocky without needed (for me at least) charisma/unseriousness towards himself. Judging mostly from his body language. I know he has a sense of humour, but yeah... maybe calm down a little big guy.

favorite line

Any of the few lines in German he has. Or the "pick your guts off the floor", lol. I just like German and König is a funny fella, especially when he sounds angy.

brOTP

König x Gaz! There have been a couple arts on the theme and I absolutely adore them. Stop pretending they can't coexist! Also, Kyle would definitely find a way with words to make König feel more at ease off duty or would handle the way König is in the field easily.

OTP

I don't actually have any preferences at all, I like everything I see with him simply because people explore different dynamics and it's the most fun part for me. BUT I'll say like what I saw from Ghoap x König less because everything I saw puts Soap into a position/dynamic I don't really enjoy that much. Doesn't mean there isn't something I'll like a lot tho!

nOTP

As always, nOTPs are not my thing, but toxic stuff upsets me.

random headcanon

Also giving you two: he loves wearing lingerie but is a little bit ashamed of it and definitely hides it and he's generally a sweet tooth, especially for chocolate, so a slice (several) of good Sachertorte will make him really happy.

unpopular opinion

Uhh... he doesn't have a huge dick?.. No one in my universe does cuz I don't see the appeal (we have huge straps in my universe tho. but toys are separate). I don't know what's popular opinion lmao, sorry.

song i associate with them

Oooh, I actually have one this time! It's from my favourite German band Oomph! - "Kleinstadtboy". I like the whole album it's from because they experimented with their sound and quite successfully in my opinon, and this one has both the lyrics (yeah it's about gayyyys but also toxic masculinity in general. fits him well I think) and the according sound. The overblown dry electronics crackling/rasping just suits him, I think. I think he smells of static electricity too.

favorite picture of them

I don't really have one? But I like him doing different finishers. Looks impressive thanks to his size.

[tricodekus]

me and my friend love ur tsukihina sm it became one of our OTPs now 😭🥹 we can't stop sending each other tskhn hcs every day jdjskdsjk Methinks tsukki is def one of the ppl who misses shoyo the most after he left for brazil .... he tries to act like he's nonchalant so he routinely just sends shoyo ONE message a week so he doesn't look too obsessed

and he tries to sound sarcastic as usual "shoyo u look like a roasted marshmallow did u forget ur sunscreen lol 💀" "shoyo wdym u havent had breakfast yet ur never growing taller lol 🫢💀" "shoyo why tf are u msging me at this hour isnt it 3am in brazil (tsukki saved brazil time in his phone💀) go to sleep shrimpy💀💀💀💀" but deep down he keeps denying that he misses & cares for shoyo, how uni is too exhausting and .... Quiet without this boisterous midget by his side :(

in reality his idgaf act was all for nothing bc he's the one who messages sho the most among their friends (everyone else got too busy to text LMAO)

HELLOOOOO oh my god! That makes me happy because this ship is perfect and needs MORE FANS!!! lmao.

And you're ABSOLUTELY right,,, he'd be jumble of emotions... just waking up like wheres shoyo.... i wonder what shoyo is doing right now... to being like IDGAF!!!!! and then back to oh i forgot to send shoyo his text today....gimmie a second.... he's so whooped it's actually hilarious and quite wholesome.

ALSO THE OVERUSAGE OF THE SKULL EMOJI IS SO FUCKING FUNNY omg. shoyo definitely has tsukkis name as "tsukki💀" as a form of endearment ahahahaah.

WAIT OH WAIT OH NNO please......theyve been separated during tsukki's uni years ur right. oh im not okay. BUT Hinata always sends Tsukishima pictures and he's like "You should come here!!!" And tsukis like "Maybe if flying was free, sure..." (<-- actually does want to go to brazil) and Hinata's like "we could go together!!! :)" and tsukki just stares at the text, breathlessand his heart racing although he tries to ignore it. He's absolutely tactical and on top of everything so you BET that he has the exact number of days in his head, of when Hinata will return.

I mean look at him!!! That's him when his weekly message isn't getting through! LMFAO. Help him, someone,,,, Akiteru....

[sitp-recs]

Wield Me by @tackytigerfic (E, 10k)

Drarry, pre-Tedrarry

Draco Malfoy, blacksmith, is renowned through the magical world for his skill and exquisite creations. He could quite easily spend the rest of his days making pretty trinkets for the fae court, and being handsomely rewarded for the privilege. But why take the easy route when instead he could get involved in a dangerous mission with Unspeakable Harry Potter (who also happens to be Draco's... well, he's something, isn't he?). A little story about learning to strike while the iron is hot.

“It’s deep magic, you know. It doesn’t recognize anything quite so specific as a particular location. It’s more conceptual, I suppose. You remember.” He knew they did, the long night of casting, Teddy carelessly throwing azaleas and yellow roses into the quench pool along with all the others; azaleas for homesickness and the desire to return to a place of safety, yellow roses for family. Not to mention all the runework they spent hours working on. Draco rolled his eyes at them. Othala. Harry had traced it over and over in the water, and then Draco had hammered the essence of it into the metal with his sweat and his fire. Homecoming. It would be enough.

Because one birthday rec wasn’t enough I am back, this time reccing the fic Tacky gifted me on my last birthday so we’re coming full circle with the love show :D it’s hard to put into words all the feelings this fic inspired in me. I could not believe my sneaky friend (who’s pretty monogamic about their Drarry btw) had crafted something so special bringing together my two OTPs! I remember reading this in a haze, too eager to unravel that delicious summary and get to the promised Teddy kissing, but also not ready for it to be over after 10k and dreading the emotional devastation that was sure to follow. I realize that Harry/Teddy is not everyone’s jam (yet 😏) and might discourage some people to check this out, so I thought I’d follow my previous rec format and list a few reasons why I loved this so much:

1. The world: I kid you not, 10k feels like 30k once you get introduced to this magical world Tacky so masterfully crafted - vibrant, intriguing, creative, a main character in itself. I was already losing my mind over buff blacksmith Draco in a leather tunic (🥵) but then his stance against weaponry and the magical theory behind his forgery?? What an unexpected (but very much welcome) turn on. I am fascinated by this verse and wanna learn all about Draco’s backstory, about this society, its power structure, about Harry and Teddy’s job and the gritty dangers that Teddy is about to face, and whether or not he’ll find his way back home - back to Harry - safe and sound. So many questions left unanswered and this thrill, an adventurous feeling about their quest that kept me engaged until the end. What a masterclass in world building!

2. The tenderness: as per their trademark, Tacky gives this fic a lot of emotional depth and nuance, showing how easily love can multiply when Harry is the recipient (seeing how wanted he is here makes me feral) while keeping this unmistakably a Drarry romance. 40yo fuck buddies who are so obviously into each other they make me giggle and kick my feet, plus a careful balance between all dynamics in play - Teddy’s crush on Harry and respect for Draco, Draco’s longing for Harry and understanding of Teddy, Harry’s trust in Draco and tenderness for Teddy, the overall affection and sexual tension fueling all those relationships making it impossible not to cheer for them. If you’re a Teddy fan like me you’re in for a treat: I adore his edgy personality, bold, brave, painfully young and so damn lovely, a perfect fit for Harry and Draco’s mellow and steady love.

3. The symbolism: this plays into the exquisite lore created within such elegant and contained writing, I just keep thinking about the possibilities, metaphors, the way recurrent themes like family and homecoming show up in Draco’s forgery work intertwining his, Harry’s and Teddy’s lives in such a definitive way you find yourself thinking “well it must be fate so it can’t be avoided, they gotta bang” 🤷🏻‍♀️ okay so maybe not everyone is horny for this triad as I am, but the implications behind the symbology go beyond lust, diving into something deeper and more meaningful like familial love. And because I’ve read everything else from Tacky’s (“Harry deserves roots” / “I’d be your mate” / “I like my choyse” / “Is tú mo Rogha” / “Queen Anne’s lace, it means sanctuary, home.”) and so on, I can’t help but get emotional here. Harry’s longing for a family is such a quintessential Tacky theme and seeing it expand to include my beloved Teddy in their sacred Drarry kingdom makes my heart sing.

TL;DR: I feel like I could spend days talking about this fic but then nobody would read it and I really, really want more people to fall in love with these clever, competent, brave and lovable characters and with the rich, fascinating world that makes you wish you could live inside it forever and see what happens next. So run don’t walk and go treat yourself today!

[bittercape]

TJA Sequel Exchange Masterpost

What is a sequel exchange, you may ask?

Well, when you have a ship-focused server full of writers and artists, there will be so many people who want more of that one specific fic (or, as it turns out, so many specific fics). And what better way to motivate people to write than an exchange?

Here's what we did (in alphabetical order):

@araydre made this gorgeous art for Skalidra's fic More Chances Than Deserved:

set in chapter 3, Jason and Slade sparring before Billy arrives

@arkhammaid wrote Fangs and Claws (sinking into me) , a new work in the Fangs and Claws series for @bittercape:

Theory says both the Alpha and Omega must consent to entering a mating dance for it to even have a chance in being succesful. Reality proves once again that theory can be fucking bullshit.

@bittercape wrote Midnight at City Hall, a sequel to 4am at Denny's for @safelycapricious:

“What’s wrong?” he asks, because obviously something is wrong for Roy to be calling like this. “Jason,” Roy says, sounding a little faint. “Stay put,” Slade says, and then he calls in the big guns.

@darbydoo22 wrote Happy Birthday Steve, a sequel to Sit By the Fire for astranne:

Dick Grayson introduces the family to his boyfriend, Steve Rogers, during the Wayne family’s annual Fourth of July party.

@katzynia wrote Piece by piece, a sequel to Every piece of you for littledevilbean:

A month after their last encounter, Slade shows up to see how the life has been treating Jason. And to show him a thing or two.

@lisholoz drew Slade in Red Hood's gear as a sequel to Jason in Deathstroke's armour:

Boyfriend hoodie? Pfft. Steal your BFs vigilante gear

@littledevilbean wrote Bad Habits (and how to share them), a sequel to in the office ( 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘺) for @notherdeadrobin:

In Slade's defense, it wasn't like he was trying to create a pattern.

@marquisedesaad wrote Turning the Advantage, a new work in the Taken Advantage series for @paprikadotmp4:

Dick and Bruce investigate in the aftermath of Jason's abduction. Meanwhile, Slade turns the situation to his advantage.

@marirah wrote two fics for darbydoo, candlelight and good morning, new works in the of Year of the OTP/Year of Jason and Slade 2023 (combined) series:

Dick and Tim have a date night in

Jason and Slade (and Peter and Damian) start to adjust to their new apartment

@safelycapricious wrote BE TRUE?, a sequel to BE MINE? for GavotteandGigue:

In an event that honestly Jason doesn’t foresee, the next day doesn’t bring him the chance to go out and figure out what the fuck Deathstroke is thinking. Not just because the idiot hadn’t cleaned up the crime scene and Bruce had taken the “BE MINE, RED HOOD?” as a threat instead of a courting gesture. But also because his cramps are persisting. Which is just. Fucking. Perfect.

Life happens, so there are a couple more sequels coming in a later reblog, but in the meantime: read, look, and remember to keep your fancreators fed and watered (commented, reblogged and kudos'd).

[thesoappope]

My thoughts on Chaggie/ Charlie x Vaggie

Before we begin, no this isn't a "I hate chaggie post" and no I will not be hating on those who ship it either. Rather this is just my thoughts on chaggie at the moment.

So, I'm just gonna say it, Chaggie is my OTP. Not because it is perfection, but because it's in my opinion one of the most interesting relationship canon/noncanon, I love both the characters in the relationship, and any moment of intimacy (not just kisses and such but any intimacy that reads as romantic) is cute. And with that I want to talk about the relationship so far.

Now I've been seeing people say their relationship is toxic or unhealthy, and to that I say...that's a bit strong. Let me explain. So because hazbin is kinda speedrunning it's plot (which I understand bc limitations on episodes and seasons green lit) we don't get to deeply know all the characters and specifics on why they make certain choices and how they ended up the way they did so we have to rely on the broad and limited information provided in each episode.

Based on the 6 episodes released, we can tell Charlie is very optimistic, to a fault at times, passionate, a go getter with some direction, very empathetic, ablivious at times, and ultimanty wants to be a leader but lacks the confidence and authority (despite begin a princess bc we love the royal that doesn't know how to rule troupe, genuinely) to be one.

Vaggie on the other hand, is like Charlie, very kind, but isn't as willing to put faith in a person till they've proven they deserve it, protective, loyal, good intended, not very trusting, lacks confidence, and dependent on Charlie.

Now when you put these two together, while the two do help eachother supplement what the other lacks, whether through reassurance, doing what the other can't or doesn't want to do, or giving the other what they need at the moment, even if that isn't them, it's clear who relies more on the other. After it's revealed how Vaggie and Charlie met, it really reframes Vaggie's character. No longer is she just a slightly insecure girlfriend who just wants to make sure her partner is happy and is being supportive and good enough to her, she's now a character who has bad identity issues. I mean can you blame her?! Her whole life disappeared in an instance and started all over when Charlie found her. I imagine they haven't really been apart since then except for a couple hours maybe, but never for days or longer. And being with someone for so long especially in an unfamiliar place, of course you become attached to them. Add Charlie basically saving Vaggie's life, there's an imbalance there. A feeling of indebtedness even if Charlie never said Vaggie owed her bc wow that would be way out of character.

Now as I mentioned before, Charlie is a bit ablivious to certain things, she's especially ablivious to how vaggie feels and what she's going through. Now that's not entirely her fault, she didn't know Vaggie was an angel and that Vaggie may feel indebted to her for saving her life, but also it's clear Charlie doesn't understand social cues and again, because of her trust in Vaggie, she'd assume Vaggie would tell her anything that was wrong or bothering her since the contrary just isn't something established in there relationship. And if Vaggie didn't want to talk about something she'd say it, not lie. Like in all honesty I think Charlie won't be upset by Vaggie being an angel, but rather hiding it. Now it may sound like alot to ask of Vaggie, but again, Charlie is under the impression that Vaggie would be explicit about what to talk and not talk about. Also Charlie may be hurt because she may feel like Vaggie doesn't trust her enough or think she wouldn't accept her. So I get both sides.

So to me there relationship feels like any relationship, complicated. The relationship Itself isn't unhealthy, but some of the actions of the two involved aren't healthy or the best. Don't think I forgot about Charlie being pushy at times, I understand why she does it, but combine it with her abliviousness it's not so great. I definitely think Charlie and Vaggie can bounce back and maybe the two can have a moment together that helps the two be better together and separate. Which brings me to another thing I'd like to talk about.

My hope for Chaggie in the future is this. In the next episode, the two give eachother space, and they hangout with people in the hotel. I like the idea of Vaggie, Husk, and or Angel hanging out. Charlie and Lucifer or Charlie, Sir Pentious, Husk, or Angel spending time with her. Then half way or 3 quarters through the episode Vaggie and Charlie have a moment together after talking and hangingout with the others, talk about it/maybe apologize, make up, and have there first kiss in the show (other gestures like their foreheads touching or noses touching or a combination of gestures work as well). Then of course setting up for the 8th episode.

Another thought I had, is also the two trying to act as if nothing happened, they continue with there plans with the hotel, then when everyone notices the obvious tension, while they want to prepare for the extermination, they also want to figureout/help Vaggie and Charlie get through what ever happened. Then I imagine they either try doing the exercises and such Charlie plans but secretly use it as a way to help Charlie and Vaggie, in the end Vaggie or Charlie blow up. Shit goes down and then they make up. Or it's still not working so they try getting the two away from eachother by saying they need help with stuff, talking to them, then the two make up. Or one last one I swear, Vaggie or Charlie say to take a break from this. Everyone does, Charlie and Vaggie talk or argue. Walk different ways, Vaggie stays at the hotel and Charlie leaves the hotel. After the two end up figuring shit out, I like to think Charlie got into some shit, Vaggie saves her, they talk as they deal with the trouble Charlie's in, make up, and have an intimate moment.

Now the last thing I wat to say is kinda related but not, so if you came just for Chaggie you can leave. Anyways, with the current state of chaggie (especially with the lack of typical romantic intimacy) I noticed people shipping Charlie x Emily. And while yes I see it, personally I don't ship it just because they've only met in episode 6, they're too similar, and in my opinion, I like them as friends. With that being said, I do like them together so long as Charlie is still with Vaggie. Like I just love Charlie and Vaggie together so much, I don't want them to split. So either I'd have them as a throuple, or Charlie is dating them both but Emily and Vaggie are just friends. Either one is a pretty interesting shipping dynamic and great for fanfiction. Also just to clarify, I'm not hating on Emily x Charlie, it's just not one I'm strong about. So if you like it, more power to you. And you know what, I'll probably still look at content of it anyways cause even if it isn't my fav it's still cute.

Uh anyways, I hope you enjoyed my word vomit and thoughts? Idk how to end this...uh goodbye!

[f1-disaster-bi]

"just close your eyes" - some scarily soft spooky prompts for your otp

Dando 🧡

"your scream is kind of cute im sorry."

Sorry this took so long my dear 💖

The moment that he spotted Daniel wearing his earbuds, back turned to him, Lando knew that this was his chance for revenge.

Daniel wasn't paying attention to anything but his music and sorting through the endless stack of CDs that seemed to have traveled to their new apartment with them.

It was the perfect opportunity for revenge.

For the last few weeks, as they had set up their apartment and merged their lives, Daniel had taken to jumping out from behind doors and curtains to scare Lando. Every time he did it, Lando ended up letting out little surprised noises and muffled screams because Daniel never failed to scare him.

Just that morning, while Lando had been half asleep, Daniel had popped up behind him while he was brushing his teeth and Lando had spat foamy toothpaste all over their new mirror.

"I'm sorry baby", Daniel had laughed, pulling him into a hug and peppering his face with soft kisses, "You're scream is kinda cute, and you make it so easy"

Lando had grumbled but given in to the kisses and the fact that Daniel had volunteered to clean up the mess but he wanted his revenge.

So far, Lando had never been successful at scaring him, but he wasn't wasting this opportunity.

He carefully crept up behind Daniel. His socked feet noiseless on their new floors. He even focused on breathing entirely and quietly through his mouth, afraid Daniel would somehow hear him over the music. Lando waited until he was close enough, and just as he was about to grab Daniel's shoulders to shake him, the other other turned around.

Instead of just frightening Daniel, the sudden movement of the other had both of them letting out startled sounds and jumping away from each other.

For a moment, they just stared at each other with wide eyes until Daniel's mouth twitched, and then they were laughing.

Lando wasn't even sure when or how he ended up on his knees, but he couldn't stop laughing.

"Your FACE", Lando was almost howling with laughter, crying a little as he pointed around Daniel.

"No, YOUR face", Daniel cackled back, high pitched keening noises escaping him as he reach for Lando, "Oh my fucking god, cunt, motherfucker. That scared me"

"It scared me too", Lando snickered, calming a little as he rested against Daniel.

"Prick", Daniel said affectionately, holding him close, "You got a two for one scare and you weren't even trying"