#reminder to me to put these on ao3

[cjlouwho]

Bucktommy prompt: Tommy is dealing with chronic pain and Buck helps him through it.

Part 3 of my injured Tommy fic

If Tommy were being honest, there were some positives to being paralyzed. The first time he'd told Evan as much, he'd stared back at him with eyebrows raised and a face that said, “I can't wait to see where this is going.”

So Tommy had gone through the list he'd made in his head.

1. He always got the best parking spots.

2. Little old ladies now helped him in the grocery store.

3. People were constantly opening doors for him.

4. He'd get to board first on a plane... as soon as he and Evan figured out where they were going to go for their honeymoon.

5. Sometimes people let him cut in line.

6. He'd learned how to do some sick ass wheelies!

Buck had laughed along with his list, even adding a few himself.

7. Bigger hotel rooms.

8. Tommy's biceps were larger than Buck thought humanly possible.

9. If Buck got tired of walking, he could just sit on Tommy's lap and get a free ride.

And while these things were all good and true, there were plenty of things that made Tommy's new life far more difficult.

One of which were the body spasms.

He'd been warned about them in the hospital. Had a few of them before he'd been discharged. Learned how to deal with them, for the most part, through physical therapy. He'd also been put on muscle relaxants, sleeping pills, and antidepressants.

Which really only caused more problems, because he spent the better part of a month feeling so doped up that he was asleep more than he was awake.

His doctors changed doses and moved around schedules, trying to find the perfect balance, but Tommy hated the pills no matter what.

They didn't only impact his day to day life, but also his ability and desire for sex.

And God, as his body recovered and he and Buck settled into their new normal, he really wanted to want to have sex.

Adjustments already had to be made do to the reduction of sensation he felt around his pelvis. Things got weaker and weaker from there, reduced to no feeling at all in his legs.

They'd had their quickie wedding at the courthouse in February, followed by a ceremony with family the next month, and started planning a honeymoon in the summer. And that's when Tommy decided he was going to cut back on some of his medications, and cut others out completely. He was not going to spend his honeymoon in a half daze, not caring whether or not his drop dead gorgeous husband was naked on top of him.

Buck had protested at first. He'd made it clear that sex didn't mean everything to him. The things they still did do were pretty damn great, and it wasn't worth Tommy being in pain.

But Tommy insisted.

So they'd met with his doctors and come up with a plan. He could go off the sleeping pills, taking them only when needed. They'd reduce the antidepressant in increments. And muscle relaxants could be used as needed as well.

For the most part, everything went fairly smoothly. His spasticity would rear its ugly head from time to time, but it wasn't anything unmanageable.

Until, one night, it was.

He should have known it was going to be a bad night. He'd been restless and uncomfortable all day long. He'd go from his wheelchair, to the couch, to the wheelchair, to the dining room chair, to the wheelchair, to the bed, then back to the wheelchair.

He'd tried wheeling around the neighborhood, usually enjoying using his arms to push himself around, but today he just felt stiff.

The muscle relaxants in the kitchen cabinet had been calling his name, but he'd resisted. Evan was coming off a forty-eight hour shift tonight, and he'd already texted Tommy a picture of himself all sweaty, no shirt on, telling him he was gonna get himself all cleaned up for Tommy.

And Tommy wanted nothing more than to give him everything he wanted, because he wanted it too. Which was a damn good feeling to have back.

He hoped that sex would help his body relax.

It didn't.

He'd gotten through it though, with a few little twinges of pain in his chest and back. Nothing too severe. And with Buck on top of him, his body flushed red, head tossed back and mouth hanging open, the pleasure overrode the pain.

It didn't get really bad until after Buck had fallen asleep. Tommy wasn't sure how long he laid there, trying to stay as still as possible so he didn't wake Evan.

Even as the pain started to radiate up his back, he clenched his teeth to keep himself from groaning.

Then it went to his chest, causing his breath to hitch. The spasm made his back arch off the bed. If it didn't hurt so bad, he would have made some sort of exorcist joke.

His hands gripped onto the fitted sheet and he could feel a vibration.

His legs were probably shaking. He couldn't feel it, but it always happened when he had these spasms, even the minor ones.

He couldn't hardly get a breath. Not while fighting to be quiet. Not while his back and chest felt like they were becoming harder than a rock.

Finally, he unclenched his jaw and let out a half-moan, half-gasp.

“Ev- Evan,” he huffed out, releasing his grip on the sheet to smack his hand down on the bed. Tommy couldn't quite reach out far enough to touch him. Not when everything was seizing up like this. “Evan!” he repeated, louder this time.

Even in his deep sleep, Buck must've realized something was wrong. One second he was dead to the world, and the next he was jumping up, tossing the covers off of them both.

“What? What's wrong?” he said, clumsily reaching over to the nightstand and turning on the lamp.

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut against the light. He didn't feel like seeing himself right now.

It took Buck's brain a few seconds to catch up to the sight in front of him. When he finally registered what was happening, he headed for the door. “I'm gonna get your meds.”

“No!” Tommy yelled, sucking in a breath. “D- Don't.”

“Tommy, you need your muscle relaxant.”

“I- I can't.” He managed to bring a hand to his throat, hoping Evan understood.

“You can't swallow right now,” Buck replied. It wasn't a question.

“Mhm. Just... Just-”

“Massage?” Buck guessed, getting to Tommy's side of the bed in record speed. “You think that would help this time?”

Figuring out the correct responses to these episodes was always a guessing game. Sometimes touch could make it worse. Tommy was pretty sure nothing could make it any worse right now.

“Mm... Mhm.” His jaw was getting so tight he could barely open his mouth.

“I'm gonna move you onto your side.” Very carefully, Buck turned Tommy's rigid body so he was facing away from him. It was an awkward angle, and he was having to do most of the work to keep Tommy on his side, but he managed to get into a position where he could start to dig the palm of his hand into Tommy's back.

At first, he was so tight Buck worried he was going to hurt him even more by massaging him. But, Tommy's breathing seemed to become a little fuller, and the groaning died down a bit.

So Buck continued. He'd alternate between using his palm, his fist, his thumb, to dig into the muscles and get them to loosen.

After a few minutes, Tommy had quieted down completely. His body relaxed into the bed as he flopped the rest of the way onto his stomach. The shaking in his legs subsided. He no longer felt like he was going to shatter into a million little pieces.

Still, Buck continued his massage. He worked up Tommy's neck, massaged his head, down to his shoulders, his back. He even massaged over his legs and feet, letting Tommy know what he was doing so he wouldn't think Buck had just left the room.

After about half an hour, Buck rested his hand at the center of Tommy's back. “Feel better?” he asked quietly, unsure if Tommy was even still awake at this point.

“Mhm. Thank you,” Tommy replied. He paused, blushing before starting to ask, “Did I... Do I need..?” He couldn't quite get the words out. Did I piss myself? Do I need to get up so we can change the sheets and clean me up?

It happened sometimes, when his body seized up. And while he nearly had full bladder control back, everything went haywire when it came to his spasms.

“No, you're good,” Buck answered, and Tommy thanked whoever might be listening that they were able to read each other's minds. “Think you can turn back over now?”

“Yeah. Yes, I- you'll have to help me though.”

“Of course.”

Once Tommy was resting comfortably on his back, head propped up under two pillows, Buck stared down at him. “You knew it was gonna happen today, didn't you?”

Tommy sighed. There was no point in lying. “Yeah. Not this bad though.”

“And you didn't take a pill earlier?”

“No.”

Buck sucked in a shaky breath as he nodded. He didn't answer. Didn't say a word. He simply turned and headed into the bathroom.

Tommy listened as he turned the sink on. It ran for a while, then Buck was back by his side. He ran a warm washcloth over Tommy's face, Tommy closing his eyes and melting into the touch.

Once Buck had finished wiping off his face, he started on his chest.

Tommy blinked his eyes back open, studying Buck.

He was tense, eyebrows knitted together as he focused on cleaning the sweat from Tommy's body.

Tommy's eyes drifted to Buck's hand, shaking ever so slightly.

He reached out and placed his hand over Buck's, gently gripping his wrist. Finally, Buck made eye contact with him.

“Please don't be mad,” Tommy said, knowing it was unfair even as he said it. Still, he hated to see Evan disappointed. Wasn't sure if he could handle it right now.

But as he looked further into Evan's eyes, he didn't see anger.

He saw fear, and sadness. Red-rimmed, wet with unshed tears that were threatening to spill over.

“M'not mad,” he replied, clearing his throat. “I- I'm upset. I don't like seeing you in pain, Tommy.”

“I know. I'm sorry.”

“You don't have to be sorry. Just don't do it again. I can't... I can't enjoy being with you- having sex with you,” he clarified, “if I think you're hurting yourself for it.”

“I know, Evan. I just... I just wanted to be with you tonight. Wanted to feel good. Wanted to make you feel good.”

Buck tossed the rag onto the nightstand, sitting down on the bed beside Tommy. “You know what makes me feel good?” he started, resting two fingers under Tommy's chin so he couldn't look away. “Seeing you comfortable makes me feel good. Us enjoying dinner together makes me feel good. Going for a walk in the evening, watching movies, going out for ice cream, you holding me in your arms, getting to hold you in mine, kissing you for hours and hours. All those things, plus like a million more, make me feel good. Sex is fun, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it because damn you've got some moves,” he said, getting a smile out of Tommy, “but it's not everything to me. You are everything to me. I know we can't always prevent spasticity, but when we can, it would make me feel good if we did. Got it?”

Tommy nodded, giving himself a few seconds before verbally responding. “You can't just say stuff like that to me, you know,” he said, choked up. “I'm a softy now.”

Buck scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully. “You were always a softy,” he informed Tommy, leaning in for a kiss.

“I'm gonna go get your pills now, okay?”

“Okay.” Before Buck could get too far, Tommy reached out and grabbed at his hand. “Hey. Have I told you lately that I love you?”

Buck cocked his head, giving Tommy a glare. “If you start singing Rod Stewart to me, I will divorce you.”

“No, seriously, Baby,” Tommy said, keeping a straight face. “Have I told you there's no one else above you?”

“I already know a good attorney.”

“You fill my heart with gladness,” Tommy continued, grinning, “take away all my sadness.”

Buck wriggled his hand free of Tommy's grasp, heading out toward the kitchen. “If you hear the front door slam, I'll be back later for my things.”

Tommy's smile only widened as he yelled out, “You ease my troubles, that's what you do!”

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Do I look like him?

had a lot of people ask me to make a tiktok for it and i swear i tried but,,, making tiktoks just isn't working for me rn so we're getting still images until i can get my brain to cooperate. anyways!! i am obsessed with chromokopia and when i heard Like Him i ascended into heaven and also cried. and it very much reminded me of LoF

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[eliteseven]

BG3 Drabble: Parenthood?

Pairing: (named)F!Tav x Shadowheart

Summary: Yenna's presence in camp causes Shadowheart to contemplate something that was unthinkable during her time serving Shar.

Words: 4.5k

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There’s a sort of stirring from outside Shadowheart and Tav’s shared tent, slowly warming in the rays of the dawn’s first light. Shadowheart’s ear perks to the sound, as does her lover’s- and she shifts in the bedroll, her lips once again finding purchase in the crook of Tav’s neck. 

“Probably Scratch.” Serena concedes rather sleepily, arms wound tightly around Shadowheart’s hips, as if she fears she might disappear in the dead of night. 

“...Probably.” Shadowheart mumbles in agreement, the movement of her lips against the nape of Tav’s neck tickling her lover momentarily. 

She traces a lazy finger in the dip of Serena’s chest, drawing a soft whine of pleasure from her lover. 

Then, a new voice joins the fold. 

“...Are you awake yet?” A fiery, bright, reddish-orange head of hair pops through the tent flaps, and both Serena and Shadowheart startle, their foreheads colliding with a slam as they jump apart. 

“Oh, hells.” Shadowheart groans and clutches her head, and Serena winces as she gently peels herself from their tangled embrace. 

They’re lucky they had the common sense to dress themselves, after several intimate moments that took place in the night, fueled by wine and the privacy of their tent, shrouded in a spell of darkness, courtesy of Shadowheart. 

Serena reacts first. Owlishly, she blinks a few times, and regards their intruder with a little smile. 

Serena can’t help it. 

There is something endearing about the exuberant little girl, who offers to cook for them, and plays with Scratch, while she patiently awaits the return of her mother…

…A mother who might well be wiped from this very existence. 

Serena pushes those thoughts from her mind; they will find Yenna’s mother alive. 

“Good morning, Yenna.” Serena greets softly. “Did you sleep well?” 

“Hello, Tav!” Yenna gives her a gap-toothed grin, the very image of childish joy, and Serena chuckles softly. “Grub and I had the best sleep ever!” 

Lae’zel had remarked she’d start to lose respect around camp if she let a child call her by her nickname.

Serena can’t be bothered to care; she, too, was once a wide-eyed and eager child, so taken by the life of adventuring, of excitement. She’d much rather be a friend to a little girl who’s mother is missing, rather than an intimidating source of authority.

She’s had enough of that word for a lifetime. 

“Well, that’s very good. Cooking a spot of breakfast, are we?” Serena eyes the wooden spoon in her hand. 

“Well, yes, but I can’t find the ingredients I need.” Yenna explains, sounding suddenly downtrodden. “And I know how to make the best stew!” 

Serena nods, and then thinks for a moment. “...What if I took you to the city? I’m certain the vendors there would have everything you’d need.” 

Yenna wears a look of euphoria. “The city?!” She squeals, and vaguely, they hear Astarion curse her youthful glee, loud as it is at such an hour. 

Shadowheart whines softly under the cover of the furs, and Serena winces, remembering the three or four chalices of wine they’d shared. 

“Yes.” Serena whispers, gesturing for Yenna to keep her voice down. “We can go together. But you have to remember, everyone is sleeping, Yenna. We have to be quiet, until we leave-” 

“Got it!” Yenna’s whisper is nearly as loud as her shout, and Serena grins as she darts away to ready herself for their impromptu trip. 

Serena turns to find her lover observing her from the bedroll, head propped up on her elbow. 

Her lungs constrict; there will never be a moment in which she sees Shadowheart in her bedroll and won’t have a near heart-attack. 

She is that beautiful, of course, but more than that: she’s here. With Serena. In her bedroll. Where she sleeps, nightly. 

Simple facts such as these often matter very little to established couples; Serena thinks it’s nothing short of a travesty. 

Though their relationship is new- in the sense that Shadowheart has only recently admitted the full extent of her love for Serena- Serena knows she could never simply get used to the fact that Shadowheart is hers, as she is Shadowheart’s..

Shadowheart is smirking at her, just short of rolling her eyes, and Serena adores the expression, still. She’s long made peace with the fact that her love for Shadowheart is all-consuming; she’s learned to love her pouts, her smirks, the way she manages to make her very expressions drip with sarcasm. It’s uniquely her, and Serena would not trade her for any soul in all of Faerûn, ever. 

“What?” Serena asks sheepishly, brushing a stray hair from her eyes. 

“Nothing.” Shadowheart shrugs, but her eyes devour Tav as she does so. 

It’s clear she’s amused by something.

“It’s just…” Shadowheart drawls. “You’re very good with her.” 

Serena shrugs. “There’s nothing to it, really. She’s a child. A very mild-mannered one, at that.” She smiles wistfully, remembering her own days, scabbing her knees and trying to sneak past her own estate guards. 

“Nevertheless.” Shadowheart is smiling, now- a genuine smile. Soft and alluring, Serena blinks a few times, forgetting to breathe. “I find it… sweet.” 

“Sweet enough that you’d like to join us?” Serena tries. 

“Hah.” Shadowheart laughs, reclining backwards into the bedroll, nestled in the warmth. “ At this hour? I should think not.” 

Serena sighs, and she smiles against Shadowheart’s forehead when she presses a kiss there, apologizing for their bump, earlier. 

Shadowheart tugs her down for a kiss, and Serena moans softly, forgetting herself entirely as she almost melts into Shadowheart. 

Shadowheart pulls away, and laughs quietly at the dumbstruck expression on Serena’s face. 

It will never get old for Shadowheart, watching her lover seem to forget time and space, in favor of her lips instead. 

“Go on, then.” Shadowheart drawls in a whisper. “You made a promise.” 

“Did I?” Serena mumbles, touching her own lips with an awestruck look, and Shadowheart chuckles softly at the sight of her handiwork, before letting her go. 

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Screams of delight fill the air, as Karlach lunges for Yenna, who dives to take cover behind Serena’s legs. 

Their training session has been cut short by the presence of the curious little girl, and Karlach and Serena are, perhaps, the only two in camp who haven’t the heart to deny her anything. 

So they spend their afternoon, the one they should have spent recovering for their next battle, playing like children.

And Shadowheart has spent the better part of her afternoon watching. 

In truth, she’s captivated by several of the sights she sees: the first of which being Serena. 

Serena has a heart of gold: it’s likely the reason she hasn’t abandoned Shadowheart altogether, and furthermore- it’s one of Shadowheart’s favorite qualities of Serena’s. 

Serena has told Shadowheart many a tale from her childhood; she was often at odds with the authority figures in her life, for constantly disobeying the particularly strict set of rules she was to abide by. 

Serena grins as Yenna dives for her arms, now laughing as Karlach plays the role of the villain- frankly, the sweetest villain Shadowheart has ever seen. 

The three of them seem nothing more than a rowdy group of children, rather than a rescued child, and a couple of harrowed soldiers. 

Shadowheart watches from the bench outside her own tent- and though she holds a novel in her hands- a recommendation from Wyll, no less- she can’t seem to read it for the life of her. Every time Serena laughs, melodic and beautiful, Shadowheart looks up at her, and falls in love with her more with each passing second. 

There is a specific, unbridled joy Serena seems to display, in the presence of children. 

Shadowheart had noted it before, several times over on their journey- the first time being with the Tiefling children by the Druid’s Grove. 

Shadowheart hadn’t known then what she knows now- about Serena, herself, any of it. 

But she finds the same persistent warmth, fluttering in her chest at the notion of perhaps involving herself with Serena, in this way. 

“I know that look.” A voice clears their throat behind her and then speaks, nearly startling Shadowheart from her love-addled reverie. 

Shadowheart closes her book, setting it on her lap as she glances up at Jaheira quizzically. 

“...And what look might that be?” Shadowheart humors her with a sigh. 

“You wish to be a mother.” Jaheira does not ask it- perhaps if she had, it might have been slightly less shocking. 

“I…you…sorry?” Shadowheart sputters, in a manner most uncharacteristic for the usually unruffled cleric. Her words carry none of the elegant, biting attitude with which she’s normally able to convey her words. 

Jaheira smirks knowingly. “Don’t worry, Shadowheart. Your secret is safe with me.” She glances over at Serena, who dances around Karlach’s extra-slow “attacks” with Yenna standing atop her boots, movements expertly guided by Serena. 

“...I haven’t a clue what you’re referring to.” Shadowheart sniffs, regaining her composure. 

“Surely you don’t.” Jaheira snorts. “Tell me, how is your novel?” She glances at the cover. “The Wanton Warrior, eh?” 

Shadowheart rolls her eyes. “Riveting.” she grits. 

“Oh? I’ve read it myself.” Jaheira’s eyes narrow. “The Commander is quite the character, is she not?” 

Shadowheart sees the trap before Jaheira even finishes laying it. “Not a real character in the novel, I presume? Fine. I’ve barely read a word. Happy?” 

Jaheira scoffs. “So very bright. I should have known better.” She acknowledges with a little smile. She sobers, glancing at Yenna. “It is not something to carry shame over….wanting children, I mean.” She clarifies. 

Shadowheart’s cheeks burn as a blush slowly breaks out across her features. “It’s not…i don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting children.” She corrects softly. “Just…not me.” She whispers the last part, and Jaheira nods, for a moment. 

“I…thought the same, once.” Jaheira begins. 

Shadowheart knows Jaheira speaks from experience- with at least five foster children in her care at one point, Jaheira has known the trials and tribulations of guardianship. 

“I wouldn’t…” Shadowheart stammers. “I wouldn’t know where to begin.” She says nothing of her struggles in the cloister, of her tainted relationship to Viconia and other figures of authority, or of her fractured relationship with her own parents. 

Until several tendays prior, the notion of Shadowheart ever being a guardian, let alone a mother, to a child, was unthinkable. 

And now? Suddenly there’s a little girl in their camp, and she’s forsaking principles she’s held for the entirety of her life? 

No- that isn’t entirely fair, or truthful. 

Serena is making her rethink everything. 

Shadowheart sees a partner in Serena- a partner she never could have imagined. Serena makes even the most daunting tasks seem achievable. Serena was there with her when she turned her back on Shar, and Serena helped her lead the charge into the cloister to save her parents. 

With Serena…Shadowheart finds that she wouldn’t hate the idea, quite so much as she thought she did. 

And that terrifies her. 

It is the sound of crying that draws Shadowheart’s attention, and she’s up from her seat before she can even make sense of what’s happening. Serena cradles Yenna, scooping her up as if she weighs nothing at all, and she and Karlach coo softly to her. 

It’s when Serena turns towards her that Shadowheart sees it- a scrape, barely there, nothing but a little red mark on the child’s knee. 

“It’s alright.” Serena coos, as she brushes Yenna’s tears away. “I happen to know someone who can make everything better.” She promises sweetly. 

Shadowheart watches the way Serena effortlessly supports Yenna’s weight while distracting her, and realizes with a jolt, Serena is coming to her. 

“Y…you..do?” Yenna sniffles. 

“I do.” Serena promises with a little smile. “I couldn’t live without her.” She tells her so casually, though the words make Shadowheart’s chest ache with fondness. 

Serena nods to Shadowheart’s tent, and Shadowheart gets the message, politely excusing herself from Jaheira’s watch as she guides them back to her tent.  

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It is remarkable how quickly children stop crying when they’re distracted, Shadowheart notes, with no shortage of amusement. 

Yenna has seated herself comfortably atop Shadowheart’s bedroll- which, to be fair, goes unused nearly every night, since Shadowheart has essentially moved into Serena’s tent. 

Yenna busies herself with touching some of Shadowheart’s belongings curiously- several books, a few plants, whatever she seems to be able to get her hands on. 

And then, of course, comes the lovely, “What’s this?” from her lips, nearly every five seconds. 

Serena watches with amusement as Shadowheart opens her mouth to explain, but is interrupted every time. 

“What’s this?” 

“That’s just a watering can-”

“And this?” 

“That would be one of my fa-” 

“Oh, what’s this?” Yenna asks, holding a book up from the pile. “The Salty-” 

Shadowheart’s eyebrows are in her hairline as she shoots Serena a mortified glance, and Serena gracefully plucks the book from Yenna’s grasp. 

“You’ll want to pay attention to her healing magic.” Serena winks at Yenna, slyly sliding the book beneath the furs, out of sight. 

Her gaze dances with amusement, and Shadowheart offers her a little smile, shaking her head at the narrow miss. 

“Magic?” Yenna repeats, eyes wide with awe. “You can do that?” She asks, and she seems to be seeing Shadowheart in a new light. 

Shadowheart laughs softly, unsure of what to do with the admiration. “Yes. I need you to be still, could you do that for me?” She asks sweetly, and Yenna nods, all too eager. She nearly shoves her knee in Shadowheart’s chin, practically vibrating with excitement. 

Shadowheart exchanges a wide-eyed glance with Serena, who smiles back at her from where she sits beside Yenna, resting her chin atop her knees. 

“Still, Yenna.” Serena reminds with a little chuckle, and Yenna’s bouncing ceases. 

When Shadowheart goes to work, Yenna seems to think she’s met a goddess. She watches, gaping all the while, as Shadowheart’s glowing palm does away with the benign scrape atop her knee, closing the skin until it looks seamless. 

Yenna glances up at her, eyes wider than Serena has ever seen them. 

“...Better?” Shadowheart asks softly, and Yenna throws herself at Shadowheart, hugging her by looping her short arms around Shadowheart’s neck and shoulders. 

“Thank you, thank you!” Yenna cheers, despite the fact that it took almost nothing from Shadowheart. 

Shadowheart stills, stunned into silence for a moment, as the little girl hugs her, thanking her profusely. 

It is Serena’s warm gaze over Yenna’s shoulder that brings her back; Shadowheart realizes she likes this feeling, radiating from her heart to the rest of her body. 

She likes being a healer, a protector,...a parent, even. 

“I…it was nothing.” Shadowheart murmurs, but she does give Yenna a little hug in return, and that seems to quell the child’s need for affection. 

“...Can I go back to playing with Karlach?” Yenna turns to ask them both. 

It is a strange feeling, Shadowheart realizes- she and Serena seem to share custody of Yenna, for all intents and purposes. Of course, Shadowheart operates under no delusion of making this permanent; Yenna’s mother needs their help. 

But the fact that she doesn’t seem to mind, is what suddenly takes her breath away. 

Serena nods, and Yenna excuses herself with a last, grateful show of appreciation before practically skipping away. 

Serena glances back to her lover, eyeing her carefully, drinking her expression in. 

She looks as if she wants to say something, and for Shadowheart’s sake, she bites her tongue, knowing all-too-well how intense her feelings can be for Shadowheart. 

“Thank you.” Serena offers quietly, instead. 

Her eyes give her away; they’re nearly wet with emotion. Shadowheart recognizes it instantly; it’s the same awe Yenna had in her eyes when Shadowheart healed her, only…

Love.

Serena’s gaze is thick with adoration. 

“It was no trouble.” Shadowheart reminds her gently. 

“...You don’t know how good you are.” Serena whispers, and the way she says it- the tears that gather in her eyes- tell Shadowheart how she means it. “We are all so lucky- me, more than anyone, to have you…” 

Serena is incredibly gifted at making Shadowheart ache in the most beautiful ways. 

Shadowheart knows what’s left unspoken- knows the implications of Serena’s words. 

They could have a family together, if they survive this. 

“I am the lucky one.” Shadowheart promises in just a whisper as she gently pushes Serena backwards onto the bedroll, climbing atop her. 

Serena hisses as her back meets the furs, and Shadowheart freezes, eyes wide with concern. 

“You’re hurt?” Shadowheart demands, already reaching to undo Serena’s shirt to get a better look. 

“Mmm.” Serena groans in response, and pulls the copy of the Salty Mermaid from underneath the furs, the hard corner of the book having dug into Serena’s hip. 

Shadowheart snorts a laugh, shoulders dropping in relief, and Serena grins, gently tossing the book aside. “Too close, that.” 

Perhaps, Shadowheart muses, in the future, they’ll invest in a library for their home with a locked section. 

Or at least a section that’s out of reach of most children, anyway. 

This time, Shadowheart remembers to properly seal the tent flaps. 

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Dusk paints the camp in lovely hues of pink and orange, and then eventually red, as the sun’s rays begin to filter out of the sky, one by one. 

In the heart of camp, there is a bustle around the fire, where a particularly talked about stew is finally being served to all. 

“Is it good?” Yenna asks hopefully, as she offers Arnell yet another helping of stew. “I tried really really hard! And Grub says it’s my best stew yet!” 

“I have no reason to believe otherwise.” Arnell nods sagely as he holds his bowl up in celebration. “Truly a delicacy.” He smiles kindly at the little girl as she moves onto the next recipient around the fire, bowls at the ready. 

Shadowheart has to give Yenna credit; it is a delicious stew. 

When Serena had returned from the city traders with Yenna, carrying a whole surplus of produce, Shadowheart was more than amused. 

It seems that Serena’s investments have paid dividends, now, as everyone gathers to enjoy the meal. 

“Delicious.” Emmeline chuckles, after a bite. “Of course Jen’s daughter can cook. She comes from me, after all.” 

Shadowheart stills, mid-bite, as she exchanges a wide-eyed glance with her father. 

Arnell winces slightly; it’s never easy, hearing Emmeline flit in and out of the reality her mind seems to create for itself in its atrophy. 

She has better days, mostly, but every now and again she’ll make a comment that reminds Shadowheart she’s not all there. 

Only this time, she’s managed to say just the thing that’s terrified Shadowheart all week. 

Shadowheart opens her mouth to correct her, and thinks better of it. Within a few moments, her mother will have forgotten she’s said anything at all. 

Best not to further confuse her by trying to set the record straight. 

Still, the words linger in Shadowheart’s mind.

Jen’s daughter. 

Shadowheart glances at Serena, who helps Yenna serve, knowing all too well the little girl’s tendency to spill- and wanting to prevent as much with something as scalding as stew. 

Shadowheart feels the all-too-familiar butterflies in her chest, just glancing at her. 

It hasn’t been an easy tenday- and that’s not even considering the fighting they’ve done to get into the city. In fact, it hasn’t been an easy journey, in totality. 

Shadowheart cannot deny the truth any longer; she’s changing. As the life she thought she’d lead bleeds away into the past, she finds her sights set firmly on the future; on one individual in particular. 

When Serena finally manages to get Yenna seated with her own bowl of food- as intent as she is on serving others- Shadowheart beckons her away from the group with a little nod of her head. 

Shadowheart’s very heart constricts when Serena follows instantly, without a glance behind her. 

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“This is actually quite good.” Serena notes after a spoon of the stew, legs dangling over the slight cliff-face she and Shadowheart sit atop. 

Although there’s no waterfall this time, and no vintage bottle of wine to be shared as they did on their first evening together in solitude, it is equally as romantic. 

Shadowheart glances at her in amusement, stealing a piece of bread from the corner of Serena’s bowl. “You had doubts?” She asks curiously, popping the bread into her mouth delicately. 

“Could you cook a stew at Yenna’s age?” Serena scoffs. “In truth, I had my concerns that she’d burn the camp down.” 

“And yet, you took her to get ingredients.” Shadowheart notes, smiling but politely declining when Serena offers the rest of her food, earnestly. 

“It made her happy.” Serena explains. “She misses her mother, Heart.” 

Shadowheart frowns at the reminder. “I know…” She murmurs, glancing down past the smoke billowing from atop the campfire, to her own mother and father. 

They seem to be amused by the presence of the child, and they entertain her with stories as they eat around the fire. A safe distance away, Shadowheart is safe to peer at them without fear of being caught. 

Serena follows her gaze, and frowns, slightly. “What’s the matter?” 

She reads Shadowheart easily; like the way Shadowheart devours one of Wyll’s book recommendations. 

“Honestly?” Shadowheart laughs, a little sadly. “...I don’t know.” 

Serena nods slowly, giving Shadowheart a chance to elaborate. If there’s one talent Serena possesses, it is to listen without judgement. Shadowheart has always secretly envied her, in this regard. 

The moment passes, and Shadowheart finds the will to continue. 

“I…Yenna’s presence in camp…I think it…brought to surface some feelings that I’ve buried deep within me.” She admits, slowly. 

Serena tries to follow her logic. “Does Yenna’s presence here make you uncomfortable?” She asks, again, without judgement. 

Shadowheart wants to laugh. Only Serena would try to play the knight-in-shining-armor between her and a child, if Shadowheart asked it of her. 

“Gods, no.” Shadowheart scoffs and whispers, shaking her head. “It’s not her.” She clarifies, gently. “It’s me.” She adds, a little sadly. 

Serena sets her bowl aside, taking Shadowheart’s chin between her thumb and forefinger, gently tilting her downcast gaze upwards. 

Shadowheart breathes raggedly, but she meets Serena’s gaze, inquisitive and ever so loving, in the moon’s light. 

The moondrop pendant around Shadowheart’s neck, gifted to her by Serena herself, pulses with light as Shadowheart’s heart hammers against her ribcage. 

“I think…” Shadowheart inhales sharply, gathers herself, and tries again. “...I want…to be a mother someday. To your child.” 

The words come out of Shadowheart before she can stop herself. 

In fact- it’s not what she meant to discuss- she’d intended to tell Serena about her mother’s verbal mishap, about what led up to this sudden outpouring of emotion- but she says the first thing that comes to her mind. 

The truth, in essence. 

Shadowheart doesn’t know what she was expecting. 

Serena smiles. 

It’s one of her rare, extra-elated smiles- the very kind that renders Shadowheart unable to breathe, when she sees it. 

There is no shock, no questioning her logic, her qualifications. Serena does not ask her why she thinks she’s fit to be a mother, or if life in the cloister damaged her irreparably. 

No, Serena simply cries tears of joy, and cradles her face as if it’s the most precious possession she’s ever held, fragile and liable to break at any moment. 

Shadowheart can feel her lover’s happiness, in waves. 

She had no idea Serena felt so strongly about the idea at all; she really needs to be more vocal about her concerns, her fears; so many of them are unfounded. 

“...Once we win this…and we will win….” Shadowheart continues, kissing away the tears on Serena’s high cheekbones. “...There’ll be time to think about all of this, I know…” Shadowheart explains. “But I…this last tenday…I realized I didn’t hate the idea of becoming a mother…” Shadowheart whispers. “I…hated the idea that I’d fail.” 

Shadowheart knows how outlandish it is to even consider such a possibility with so much on their collective plate, but the truth is, she’s new to the idea. 

Under Shar, Shadowheart had long accepted that her fate was to serve, and that she’d never have a family of her own, outside of the cloister. 

The idea that she can, now…it’s so terrifyingly freeing.

And it’s not as if Shadowheart needs a child right this instant, but just to be able to consider the possibility…it’s a privilege. 

“You won’t fail.” Serena promises solemnly. 

“You sound so certain.” Shadowheart challenges sadly. 

“You could never fail.” Serena promises again, so tenderly and passionately that Shadowheart has no choice but to heed her words. “Shadowheart, Shar couldn’t even make you bad.” Serena laughs when she says it, almost to the point of hysteria, but Shadowheart knows she’s speaking from the heart. 

“That’s not-” 

“It is.” Serena presses. “Shar, Viconia, no one could take the heart out of Shadowheart.” Serena strokes her cheek softly, and Shadowheart shivers as she leans closer into her touch, so desperate to become one with her. “I know you think there’s bad in you, Shadowheart, but there simply isn’t…” Serena whispers in awe, in complete admiration of the woman before her. “And we learn from what hurts us the most. You could never do that to your own child…”

“They way you say it, it’s hard not to believe…” Shadowheart sniffles, and Serena wraps her arms around her, holding her close. 

Shadowheart comes to rest her chin on Serena’s shoulder, and she sighs, burying herself deep into her lover’s warm embrace. 

“I’m a terrible liar, you’d know.” Serena offers, and she grins when Shadowheart snickers a messy laugh into her shoulder. 

A kiss is pressed to Shadowheart’s head, and she sighs. 

“I adore you.” Serena admits quietly. “I only want what makes you happy. Child or no child, Shadowheart, I only ever need you.” 

Shadowheart glances up at her, gaze glassy with fresh unshed tears, moved to pieces by the tenderness with which Serena treats her. 

She opens her mouth to respond, but it’s a child’s voice that cuts through the silence first, bouncing up the cliff face and echoing across camp. 

“Tav! Do you want more- Oh! There you two are!” Yenna bounds over eagerly, nearly tripping over herself as hot stew tumbles out of the bowls and right into Tav’s lap, thanks to her quick timing, gently shoving Shadowheart out of the way. 

“...Oops!” Yenna covers her mouth, and then laughs out loud. “It’s still good, I promise!” She gestures to the two (now largely empty) bowls, and grins rather proudly. “I have to go give some to Gale. Bye!” She skips away, drawing the attention of both Grub and Scratch, causing quite the cacophony as she leaves. 

Shadowheart glances down at Serena’s lap, and then winces, giving her a look of utter sympathy. 

“...Perhaps it’s best if we wait a while, yet.” Shadowheart muses aloud. “…to have a child, I mean.” 

Serena winces in agreement, biting her lip to keep from crying out in pain. 

[anticidic]

no thoughts, head empty. it's just all kitsunezai

also 👀 at the idea of kitsunechuu, or maybe even uno-reverse and kitsunechuu and human dazai

[dark-elf-writes]

A Hot for Teacher drabble? In this economy? More likely than you think.

I was reading through HFT and found a post about genma finding naru lost in the grocery store and it possessed me

Genma Shiranui was pretty sure the brightly colored package in his hand wasn’t actually food despite its many claims otherwise.

A glance through the ingredient list found nothing recognizable as something that came from nature, and he had major doubts that anything in that shade of orange the “food” was depicted as on the front was truly edible. He tossed it in the basket with his stack of instant ramen and energy drinks and swore to Guy’s ghost (not that he was dead, but speaking to his friend’s metaphorical spirit was far less exhausting than the enthusiastic lecture on nutrition he would get in person) that he would at least grab a premade salad before he left. He had just moved down to the next probably inedible and brightly colored package of junk food screaming for his attention when he heard the sniffle.

Genma frowned, looking at the package his hand was hovering over for a heartbeat too long before realizing the sound had come from below him. 

(He was still getting used to the whole “friends with single dads” thing. A part of him still wanted to look around for a responsible adult for himself, so the idea of being the responsible adult for someone else was a special kind of horrifying. That said, Genma showed up every time Guy or Kakashi needed a sitter even if the first time he had to look up how the hell he was supposed to change a diaper.)

The sight of familiar blue eyes, if bloodshot and rimmed with red from the tears that were pouring down the poor kid’s cheeks, was all Genma registered before a little body hit him with the force of a truck. His bad arm flew back to catch himself on the shelf, sending a painful twinge through his shoulder, while his good arm pulled his basket out of the way before a little head could slam into it.

“Naruto?” He managed through the pain as his brain finally caught up with who exactly the tiny bowling ball attached to his legs was. “Hey, buddy, what’s wrong? Where’s your dad?” That was, apparently, the wrong thing to ask as Naruto immediately burst into loud, body-shaking sobs.

Genma was an ex-soldier. He had stood calm under fire. He had taken a bullet and still dragged his battle buddy to safety before passing out from blood loss. 

He had a full two second panic when faced with a crying toddler.

Wrenching his panicking thoughts under control with an iron grip, Genma shifted the two of them until he was kneeling in front of Naruto, abandoning his basket to pet wild blond hair and whispering soft assurances as the poor kid cried. It took a couple minutes and a few repetitions to understand the word Naruto gasped out between sobs, but Genma eventually got the gist of it by the time Naruto had calmed enough that his sobs were more hiccups. 

Naruto had said he was too big for the cart, so Kakashi had allowed him to walk next to him while they shopped. Only Naruto had seen something that sparked his interest and wandered off, and by the time he remembered he had broken his promise to stay by his dad he didn’t know where in the store he was. Naruto had been looking for his dad when he had seen Genma and knew he would help.

Genma smiled and ruffled Naruto’s hair. “I’m glad you found me, kiddo. Now the two of us can find your dad, yeah?”

Fat little fists rubbed at those teary blue eyes so hard that Genma gently pulled them away for fear the kid would do some damage. “What if he’s mad?”

“Mad?” Genma asked, running gentle fingers under Naruto’s eyes to wipe away more stray tears before Naruto could start rubbing again. “Nah, he’s not gonna be mad. He’s too much of a worry wart for that.”

Naruto sniffed, and Genma mentally cursed himself for not carrying tissues as the kid ripped his nose on his orange sleeve. Some Uncle he was. “Promise?”

“I swear it, kiddo. Now c’mon, let’s find your dad.”

Genma shifted his basket to his bad arm before lifting Naruto up, settling him on his hip as he straightened from his crouch. Any discomfort from the weight on his arm was well worth it when Naruto rested his head on his shoulder. Even the thought of the toddler snot that was certainly getting wiped off on him didn’t bother him when Naruto let out a sniffly little giggle when Genma bounced him up into a more comfortable position.

It wasn’t the most comfortable carrying a still upset child in one arm while the other screamed in protest under the weight of the pitiful collection of junk that was Genma’s groceries, but Genma had been in far more uncomfortable situations. Being shot had a way of forcing perspective like that. 

In the end it wasn’t hard to find Kakashi. He was tearing up the main aisle like a madman head whipping left and right as he scanned the aisles. It probably would have been funny if he couldn’t see the near panic in his friend’s eye.

“Yo! Kash!”

Kakashi’s head snapped to him so fast Genma felt a twinge of sympathy in his own neck. He barely had the time to see one dark eye widen in recognition before his friend was there, abandoned cart slamming into a shelf hard enough to make the entire thing shutter at the force in his desperation, all but snatching Naruto from his arms and burying his face in wild blond hair. Naruto, whose tears had restarted the moment he caught sight of his dad, clung to Kakashi’s shirt and wailed into the dark fabric. 

The sound had attracted the eyes of the few people shopping at this hour, but a flash of a smile that was anything but friendly and a few pointed glares from Genma convinced their audience to suddenly find the nutritional facts of whatever was in their hand very interesting for the conceivable future. It was a bit harder wrangling Kakashi and Naruto down one of the side aisles, but Genma managed it. Saving the abandoned cart was far easier and had the added benefit of letting Genma put his own basket down as he steered with one hand. 

Once he had all three of them tucked into the most private space he could manage in the store he turned to his friend, frowning when he caught the rapid rise and fall of Kakashi’s shoulders and white-knuckled grip he had on Naruto’s jacket.

“Hey man,” Genma paused a few feet away when he saw Kakashi’s arms tighten. Right. Grounding first and comfort later. “You’re good. The kid is good too. He’s super smart, you know. Went straight to a safe adult and asked for help. Nearly scared me half to death when I saw him there, but he was real brave. I promised him as much junk food as he wanted before bedtime, so that’s probably not the best but I would argue that’s my right as honorary favorite uncle.”

Kakashi’s snort was more than a little harsh (and wet. Ugh, Genma didn't want to think what that was like with the mask) but his death grip on Naruto’s jacket loosened a little and he managed to pull back enough to glance up at Genma through his silver bangs. 

“Guy’s his favorite uncle.”

“Bullshi- cra- poop. Bull poop. Lee is his favorite cousin, and Guy is the person that makes Lee appear, that’s all.”

“Bullshit.”

“Hey! Little ears or some shit! Wait, fuck. I mean–!”

Kakashi’s huffed laugh was a welcome sound. Naruto’s muffled little giggle was even more so. Genma was batting a thousand here. “So, anyway, Favorite Uncle Genma declares that tonight is movie night complete with all the junk food we can eat without barfing. Don’t even try to argue. I know damn well you don't have anything planned for tomorrow, so all three of us are staying up past bedtime and bonding.” 

It was surprisingly easy to corral Kakashi and Naruto out of the store. Kakashi hadn’t even protested when Genma had paid for all the groceries himself, which might have been because he was far too busy glaring at anyone who looked at Naruto too long like an overgrown guard dog. He also didn’t argue when Genma snagged his keys and shoved him into the passenger side after buckling Naruto into his car seat which was a mercy considering lifting Naruto up into his seat and transferring the groceries into the back had done Genma’s shoulder no favors. He’d make Kakashi drive him back to his car in the morning… or text Hayate and bribe him into using the spare key to get it home.

Thankfully, Genma was around enough that Kakashi’s pack didn’t jump him immediately after he shouldered through the door with both sets of groceries hanging off his good arm. Even better Genma actually remembered where Kakashi kept the laminated paper with all of the dogs’ dinner needs so he managed to get all eight of them fed and watered correctly without having to break up the tangled mass that was Kakashi and Naruto on the couch. 

Eventually all three of them were situated on Kakashi’s singular couch (god he and Guy needed to see about getting the poor bastard more furniture that wasn't child-sized or a dog bed) with varying bowls and packages of candies, cookies, and the mystery orange monstrosity Genma had picked up at the store that Naruto loudly claimed as his favorite spread around them. There was even an age-appropriate movie droning on in the background that they all paid half attention to while hunting for their preferred snack. Sure, the amount of sugar and god knew what else all three of them were eating could hardly be considered a balanced dinner, but Genma was content in the knowledge that all three of them were fed without bloodshed or any more tears. 

He was killing this whole Uncle thing.

Naruto had dropped into sleep, snoring away from his spot sprawled across both of them, when Kakashi reached one arm behind the couch and flicked something light and flat over Genma’s head. It took some shifting to free his good arm enough to peel what turned out to be a heating pad off of his face.

“You fucked up your arm,” Kakashi accused.

“A bullet fucked up my arm. I just irritated it.”

That earned him a rude gesture which was rather merciful considering Kakashi’s usual gruff sort of love. Maybe Genma should let himself be a kid mattress more often. “Well you’re damn good at it, bastard.”

Genma laughed, stilling when Naruto shifted on top of him. When he was sure his living blanket was still out he shot Kakashi a smirk. “I’m good at a lot of things, I’ll have you know.”

Kakashi’s face did something complicated. “You are. Better than me.”

Suddenly Genma wasn’t so sure they were talking about being annoying anymore. He nudged Kakashi with his socked toes and narrowed his eyes at him. “You’re a good dad, Kash. I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.”

“Even me?” Kakashi asked with a pointed look at Genma’s bad shoulder.

“I never said that I’d win the fight.” That earned him a snort, which Genma took as a win. “Seriously, Kakashi, what you’re doing is fucking hard. I can barely manage to take care of myself most days, much less a living breathing human being. Even if it wasn’t just you it would be hard. Everyone talks about how hard it is, that’s why they have those mommy groups and shit so you can drink wine and talk about how hard it is.”

“Actually they’re more–”

“See? You know! You give a fuck about your kid enough to know! This doesn’t make you a bad dad. Fuck, my old man forgot me at the store twice when I was Naruto’s age. Shit happens, and you’re the kind of smart that will figure out the leash the first time instead of the second.”

Kakashi’s kick was far gentler than it would have normally been either because the cold blooded bastard had finally grown a heart or because of the toddler still using Genma as a futon… probably the toddler. “Make all the dog jokes about me you want, but leave the kid out of it.”

Genma blinked. “I wasn’t!”

“Leash?” Kakashi pointed out with an unimpressed eyebrow.

“I was serious, asshole! They make like backpacks with fucking leashes or some shit. Better than the bracelet I had to–” Genma broke off as a thought occurred to him. Wait, hold on, you mean I was a leash kid, and Hatake ‘Dog Food Isn’t That Bad’ Kakashi wasn’t?”

Despite being friends with Kakashi for years, Genma still wasn’t entirely sure how the bastard managed to smirk with the mask hiding his mouth. What he was sure about was that it was fucking annoying to have aimed at him.

(Genma ignored the slight feeling of relief in his chest that Kakashi was back to his usual bastard self.)

“That explains so much about you.”

“Fuck off, you didn’t even know leash kids were a thing before now!”

“And yet so many burning questions about Shiranui Genma have been answered in one fell swoop!”

The renewed ache in Genma’s arm was well worth the sight of the orange monstrosity of a snack he had picked up at the store bouncing off of the skin between Kakashi’s eyes, and onto the floor. At least it was until the two of them scrambled to get out from under Naruto and to the mystery snack before one of the dogs could snatch it. 

(A few days later Genma showed up at Kakashi’s door proudly showing off the orange fox harness backpack much to Naruto’s delight, firmly solidifying himself in the position of favorite uncle.)

[coulsonlives]

I'm tired, man

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Featured Fic Friday!

Welcome to Featured Fic Friday! A day where I, or someone who suggests one, tell you about a fanfic that I really enjoy! Spoiler's under the cut! Today's featured fic is...

The One Where Sans Tells It Like It Is. (Or: The One Where Sans Is Number One Dunckle) by marauding_bagel (General Audiences, Complete)

When Toriel asked him to attend the meeting in her place for one night he thought it wouldn't be a big deal. Turns out Sans could not have been more wrong.

A bit of a short fic, there's a surprising lack of fics with this concept! Even still, I like the way the author exectues the idea! I loved reading comics similar to this fic when I was younger, so this threw me back a bit!

I enjoy the way the author writes the characters, & how they have them interact with each other!

Spoilers ahead!

I really like how the author includes some of the reactions from the unamed parents also at the meeting, having mentions of nods of agreement & cheering when Sans insults Helen's brownies!

[fisheito]

still thinking about them

[femininenachos]

Nachos my dear. I’ve been around since the day you started DWBYG and never ever thought I’d find myself living an IRL AU of that fic (kind of).

Met a girl, started a no-commitment fling. She casually works as an escort for extra cash, and when we started our thing she was like, “I enjoy it and it’s my job so this isn’t gonna work if you ask me to stop.”

I’m cool with it, I’m not a possessive person, she’s got her things and I’ve got mine. Well, not even like two months later she comes to me and is like, “I can’t do it anymore you’re the only one I want, I’m in love with you.” Damn near exploded out of my skin (of course I caught feels early, as I do, I just masked them so she didn’t feel pressured). So I asked what she meant by that, like are we dating? And she said, “relationships terrify my so can we just like, do what we’re doing and not call it anything?”

I mean yes I do want to call her my girlfriend but also like, whatever. I’ve got this great girl who wants to commit to me, I’m taking the win.

So, however cracky and insane that fic was, life has imitated art.

I love this!!

So if we’re going by the trajectory of the fic, I can expect an engagement announcement in the next few years…

[muffin-man-marq-lynch]

Petition for the Winner's Room (Hockey RPF) AO3 tag to be updated to the more inclusive Winner's Room (Sports RPF) because at this point they're down to less than 50% of the tag and the Wrestling, F1, & apparently even the Cycling & Pro-Gaming RPFers would like to keep using it.

[erinwantstowrite]

god forbid the person i become if someone or something prevents me from writing tomorrow... i have an itch i can not scratch. if i don't write i will get hives. you know like when you're hungry and you don't know it yet and you get so bitchy and then you eat and you're like "ohhhh that's what it was" that's me but with writing. they try to stop me and i will bite them

[i-dont-r3member]

I know I’m so so late to this but I’m so conflicted on knight terrors Robin cus on the one hand I rlly want to see Jason and Tim work together because the POTENTIAL IS THERE FOR A RLLY GOOD ARC but on the other hand the way DC goes about it just feels so unnatural like pls stop why

[xanderscollection]

There's something so delicious about staying in a fandom long enough to see your rarepair no longer be a rarepair

[solivagantingrebel]

I'm going to sleep. I deserve a good night's rest after that, I deserve to never think any thought in my life after that. Holy shit.