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okay same anon from this morning Iâm back from rereading chapter 1!!
I love that Regina is already repressing her attraction to Janis before she even gets hit by a bus lmao girlie never had a chance. I swear if she wouldnât have had a redemption arc they still wouldâve ended up hate fucking at a graduation party or something
She's been repressing that attraction since 6th grade lmao It'd be unrealistic if I didn't include any thirst from the very beginning
no but you're a genius,,they definitely would have hate fucked and it would've caused a cataclysmic spiral in both of them
#there'd be weird tension the whole year bc i think even without a redemption arc#cady would feel so bad about the bus that she still talks to the plastics and they'd end up sitting with Janis and Damian some days at lunc#regina and janis just silently glare the first few times but it evolves into little snippy fights#no one can tell if they're flirting or if they're moments away from killing each other#it comes to a head when Janis makes some comment at Regina's graduation party#Regina gets so pissed off she drags janis to her room#and the next morning they Cannot and Will Not look at each other#they avoid seeing each other for the whole summer#but when they do run into each other Janis blushes so hard she almost blacks out#and she does the Santana âI've got to gay...go. I've gotta goâ bit#(Regina on the other hand is seconds away from dragging Janis into a closet.)#(she worked through her issues so fast bc she speedran her sexuality crisis by sleeping with Janis and it really cleared a lot up for her)#sorry for writing a tiny fic in these tags lmao#rejanis#UIW posting
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guhhhh i am struggling so much with ch3
#i'd say i hate it but i also love it like#it's fun to torment conrart while simultaneously letting conrart sit on adalbert's face#and if i keep writing he'll get to like. be a little mean to adalbert lol. in a way that is potentially gonna be ambiguous as to#whether he's just domming without proper negotiation or just being shitty lmao. well we'll see how it ends up coming out#like ch3 and parts of ch4 are the chapters where it gets kinda Unhealthy between them and that's a lot of fun for me#but also it's so humiliating to write LMAO#also agonizing having to like. do exposition. i hate writing exposition#if it were up to me everything would be like. one vivid scene with some dialogue and that would tell you everything. but noooo i had to#go and write a multichap with like. a tiny bit of plot to glue the smut scenes together/give them context#which means i actually need to write that glue#...and i already skipped ahead the other day and wrote the face sitting scene LMAO so i really gotta do the difficult parts now#ofc when i finish ch3 i get to face the void that is ch4...#like i know in summary what happens in ch4 but i don't know the details about the like really vital scene#BUT!!! in ch5 i get to start writing the conzak bits which are possibly my favorite part :) (aside from ch2 which i like a lot)#...i can't believe it takes four fucking chapters just to get connie out of adalbert's house LMAO. im so sorry my boy#you are gonna have some fantastic orgasms and learn some new things about yourself. but at what cost#fic tag
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12 Fics of Christmas Day 9 - Kit Walker
"Lucky Man"
Summary: Kit has to work on Christmas Eve.
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This Christmas was awful.
Seated in her tiny apartment she shared with her fiance, Y/N let out a small sigh, eyeing her sad little meal. Some chicken and rice, bland and just as sad as she felt.Â
It wasnât his fault he had to work on Christmas Eve. He needed the job, and couldnât afford to lose it. If the garage needed him on Christmas Eve out of all days, he had to be there.Â
What the hell were those bastards doing on Christmas Eve?
It didnât matter anyway. Whatâs done was done, Y/N was stuck alone for Christmas. At least their little apartment was decorated for the occasion with a Christmas tree Kit took the time to wrap up in lights and the two of them adorned in ornaments together. When it was time to put up the star, Kit had placed his large hands on her hips, lifting her up with ease so she could place it, the tip grazing the ceiling.
There were reefs on doors and red covers on the chairs and the couch. Little nutcrackers on the coffee table. The two of them were both equally fond of the holiday season, yet they canât even celebrate the big night together?
And so when her boss at the diner called her up in need of an extra waitress after one got sick, she thought, what the hell, why not? Why be alone on Christmas when she could join everyone else who was alone on Christmas?
Shrugging on her coat, she slipped on her shoes and grabbed her keys, just as she heard the front door unlock.Â
âIâm home!â Kit called, and within seconds he was being attacked, her arms going around his neck as she toppled onto him.Â
âKit!â Y/N exclaimed, giggling as his arms went around her waist to steady her, âYouâre back early!â
He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before replying, âYes, I couldnât pass up on Christmas Eve with my sugaâ now, could I?â
âThis is wonderful! Dinner isnât much, I wasnât expecting-â she paused, âOh, Kit, I already accepted a shift at the diner!â Just saying it made her want to burst into tears. Of course, she had to be the one to ruin everything. âIâm sorry, I-â
âHey,â he cupped her cheeks, smiling gently, âNo need to apologize, you didnât know.â he quickly swiped at a tear that slipped from her, â...You know, I could go for a nice burger.âÂ
Her eyes lit up at his implication, âYouâre gonna go to the diner too?âÂ
âOf course I am, sugaâ, I ainât gonna spend Christmas Eve withoutâcha,âÂ
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âOne steak with mashed potatoes for you, Mr. Greene,â she chirped, placing the plate of fresh food in front of the sweet old man.Â
âThank you, dear,â he replied with a smile, eagerly digging in with his fork and knife.Â
âOf course, sir!â she flashed a smile, before moving on to the next man, âAnd a burger with fries for you, Mr. Walker,â
âWhy thank you, beautiful,â a smirk formed on Kitâs face. He loved watching her interact with the customers, especially the old folk. How did he find such a sweet woman? âYou single?â
A giggle left her lips as she leaned against the counter, resting her chin on her hands, âIâm not, my apologies. I have a very handsome man waiting for me once this shift is over,âÂ
He laughed, shaking his head, âDamn, what a lucky man,â
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Once I'm done with this lil' series I swear I'll write quality fics again lmao Tags: @envy-of-greed @bohnerrific69 @loveofcherry
#evan peters#american horror story#ahs#ahs asylum#kit walker#kit walker x reader#kit walker fluff#fluff#kit walker x y/n#kit walker x you#kit walker ahs#evan peters x reader#evan peters x y/n#evan peters x you#kit walker fic#12 fics of christmas#christmas#tate langdon x reader#kyle spencer x reader#jimmy darling x reader#james march x reader#james patrick march x reader#kai anderson x reader#peter maximoff x reader#peter maximoff smut#tate langdon smut
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Pairing:Â Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)
Rating:Â Teen
Tags: awwww look it's a pre-relationship fic just like old times, dinner party, reader meeting the papas, reader and copia being awkward little weirdos with baby crushes, papa nihil slander, references to other curator reader fics
Words:Â 3,784
Summary:Â Your very kind cardinal friend has invited you for a meal with three Satanic popes. Surely there's a proverb about this.
a/n:Â i had so so so much fun writing this lmao i didn't realize how much i missed writing them pre-relationship. my beloved nerds.
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âEh, signorina?â
âFuck!â you yelp, dropping the stack of folders you were holding in shock. âShitâŚsorry Cardinal. How do you move so quietly with all that fabric on?â
âM-many years of practice, heh,â he kicks himself for how stupid he sounds, wringing his hands while you smile kindly up at him as you stoop to pick up your papers.
âTeach me how some time? Iâm always falling over myself. Iâd love to have even an ounce of your grace.â
He can feel his ears burn as a dopey grin spreads across his face. She complimented you. Now compliment her back. Go on, say something charming, idiota.
âDancing!â he half-shouts, making you jump. You fucking fool. âIâŚI mean I learned howâŚhow to be graceful from dancing. Ballet. In my youth.â
Youâre making an impressed face now which is worlds better from the look of terror you previously wore when he barked at you like a senile chihuahua.
âThe Cardinal is a dancer?â you murmur, eyes glittering, âYouâll have to show me sometime.â
âOh, itâs been years,â he blushes, âthis old body doesnât move the way it used to.â
He swears he sees your eyes flick up and down his form and a tiny smirk lift your lips.
âI donât buy that for a second, Cardinal.â
Are you flirting with him? You turn to busy herself with organizing your folders but Copia can see the pink tinge at the tips of your ears.
âDo you like bolognese?â he says, once again loud and blunt.Â
âIâŚwhat?â
âMyâŚmy fratelli and I - the Papas that is - would very much like to meet you. A-and share a meal with you. If you are interested?â
Your mouth forms a little âoâ.
âThereâs more than one Papa?â you ask, cocking your head.Â
âSĂŹ, sĂŹ, there is also eh, Papa Emeritus I and Papa Emeritus II, known as Primo and Secondo, respectively. Terzo you already know,â he grumbles, and your lips twitch.
âThree Satanic popes and a Cardinal. WowâŚlife sure comes at you fast, huh? Never expected this from a job offer.â
âSoâŚis that a yes?â
âNo,â you say and Copiaâs face falls, âI mean - shit - sorry! A no about the bolognese. I donât eat red meat. But a definite yes for the dinner, Iâd love to meet some more people here! Youâre very kind to have invited me.â
âAh,â he waves his hand dismissively, but a smile still curls his lips, âWe donât get pretty new faces around here very often. It would be our pleasure.â
It doesnât dawn on him what he said until he sees your lips silently form the damning word and your cheeks light up. Shit, why couldnât he be normal around you?
âAnyway,â he says, his voice going up a humiliating octave, âwould you be available this week? Friday evening, perhaps?â
âItâs a date. I meanââ you look as panicked as he feels at your wording, â--a dinner date. W-with yourâŚwith the Papas. And yourself. Sorry, where should I meet you? Iâm uh, still familiarizing myself with the abbey. This place is huge.â
âEh, how about I meet you at your office and Iâll lead the way from there, sĂŹ?â
âSĂŹ. I mean, yes. Is there aâŚshould I dress a certain way?â
An image is conjured in his mind of you in a pretty cocktail dress, heels lifting your shapely calves and your decolletage on displayâ
He shakes his head to rid himself of the vision.
âUhâŚdress in whatever is most comfortable. Undoubtedly Secondo will put you to work in the kitchen soââ
âOh good,â you say, âI mean my culinary talents are uhâŚdefinitely lacking but Iâd be happy to help and keep busy. Idle hands are the Devilâs workshop, and all that. WellâŚsomething like that anyway, Iâm not sure if thereâs a Satanic version. Anyway I am definitely blabbering on so feel free to ignoreâŚliterally everything that just came out of my mouth.â
Youâre embarrassed. As if he couldnât listen to you talk and talk and talk for eternity. Heâs about to tell you something to that effect before his brain yanks him away. Bit much for only knowing her a month, fool. Instead he gives you a friendly nod, and bows slightly.
âIâll eh, see you Friday then yes? At 6:00?â
âSounds perfect. AndâŚthank you. I donât remember if I said it or not but thank you for making this place feel like home.â
He feels as if his heart is about to burst from his ribcage.
âSignorina,â he murmurs, âit is my honor. Ciao.â
âCiao, Cardinal,â you say softly as he turns and exits your office. He doesnât see the way you collapse into your desk chair with a dreamy sigh.
â
Youâre going to be late.
As soon as your work day ended you hustled up to your apartment and began getting ready but itâs now 5:41 and you still have no idea what the fuck youâre going to wear. Half your wardrobe lies scattered on your bedroom floor (you know itâs going to make you insane when you return later that night but fuck you canât remember what clothes you even own) as you stand in the center of the room in your underwear.
âOkay. Okay youâre going to meet three Satanic popes,â the sentence has a delirious laugh bubbling out of your throat. âThree Satanic popes and oneâŚsweetâŚhandsomeâŚCardinal. What is the correct choice.â
You eye a snug, knee length burgundy velvet cocktail dress to your left. Youâve been saving this one for a while - for a real special occasion. You would undoubtedly impress butâŚnah. Too much. To your right is a pair of mom jeans - you pick them up and give them a tentative sniff - acceptably clean. You toss the jeans onto your bed behind you. Okay now for a top. How aboutâŚah! You spy a soft, dark green sweater in a pile and snatch it up. Cozy, comfortable, and practical. Perfect. As for shoesâŚyour well-loved black Chelsea boots should do the trick. You look down at your watch.
5:48
Shit! Almost tripping more than once you jump into your jeans and pull the sweater over your head, tucking it halfway into your waistband. You donât have the time or the patience to put any makeup on beyond a few swipes of mascara and a dark red lipstick and when you make it out the door with your phone and keys, itâs five to six. You briskly power walk the entire trip to your office and by the time youâre standing outside the door, youâre clutching your side and heaving for breath. You pray to whoever is listening that the Cardinal is a little late so you have a chance to compose yourself but before you can even form the thoughtâ
âSignorina?â
You spin on the spot, trying to look as casual as possible.
âCardinal!â you rasp. âUhâŚhi.â
âYou look lovely,â he says with an anxious little smile that gives you butterflies, âyouâre glowing, signorina.â
âThanks, itâs the sweat.â
You ought to be taken out back and shot like Old Yeller.
To your immense relief, he doesnât look disgusted but instead seems to relax as if your odd faux-pas cuts the tension. Chortling, he gestures for you to follow him with a gloved hand.
âWhatâs for dinner?â you ask, as the two of you proceed down the hall.
âYouâll have to ask Secondo that, I have no idea what the maestro has planned for us this evening.â
âSounds ominous,â you smile.
âEh, sĂŹ. He is.â
Oh God.
âYour week has gone well?â Copia asks, adeptly changing the subject.
âYes, just you know. Trying to make sense of everything von Schreck left me with. Canât help but feel his presence looming over me whenever I change something he did. Did you know him well?â
âNot well, no. He was a quiet man, kept to himself. His eh, mind started to go, in the end. Became paranoid.â
âAh. Explains his cataloging system then. If you can call it that.â
You realize youâre now in a wing of the abbey youâve never seen before - a long hallway with a dark red rug running the length of it and arched doors. Copia stops at one that is open and gestures inside with a nervous smile.
Itâs a kitchen. A very large, very well equipped kitchen with a massive island and high ceilings. There are three men standing inside it - you recognize one of them and the other two are staring in your direction. The tallest (and from what you can tell, the oldest) has a soft smile on his face. The other is also tall but broad where the older figure was slim, the overhead light glinting off his bald head. Terzo hops down off the counter, swirling a glass of wine and grinning. Youâre suddenly aware of four pairs of the same mismatched eyes boring into you.
âUh. Hi.â
The three Papas are on you like flies on honey in a snap, pulling you into the warmth of the kitchen while Copia removes his black biretta and wrings his gloved hands. With a shaky voice he introduces you to the two you are unfamiliar with and to Terzo he simply gives a hard stare.
âItâs an honor to meet all of you,â you murmur, smiling around the room, âWow, three Satanic popes. I havenât even met one uhâŚregular pope. Not to say you arenât âregularâ or ânormalâ, of course. The Satanic versions are so much more interesting.â
Thereâs a pregnant pause.
âDo you drink?â the bald, mustachioed one - Secondo - asks.
âPlease,â you sigh in relief. He gestures you over to the counter.
âWhat do you know about Italian wines, piccolina?â
Piccolina? You remind yourself to look that up whenever you manage to take a bathroom break.
âUh, not much. That is to sayâŚnothing.â
He smirks. You know immediately this man is a heartbreaker.
âI will teach you. This riserva is from the Ministryâs vineyards in Piedmont. Made from Nebbiolo grapes.â He pours you a generous glass which you swirl delicately in your hand before leaning in to sniff.
âOh! Iâm definitely gettingâŚred fruits, perhaps cherries? Something mineral, like the way a damp cave smells. Hold onââ
You take a sip as Secondo watches you carefully.
âWow thatâs gorgeous,â you gush, âI didnât smell the rose element but I definitely taste it. You said the Ministry made this?â
âSĂŹ,â he nods, as he pours more into your glass, âIâm pleased you like it, you have excellent taste.â
âOh, I really donât,â you smile, âyouâd cringe if I told you some of the swill I find acceptable. Particularly what I drank in college.â
He laughs loudly.
âWhat kind of self-respecting American college student drinks wine?â
âOne from California, thatâs what,â you smirk.
âSecondo stop hogging our guest,â Terzo calls from the other side of the room. âI want to see her pretty face.â
Secondo ushers you over to the small breakfast table where Copia sits with the other two Papas before leaving to fetch several wine glasses.
âDonât you look bellissima tonight,â Terzo grins, and you blush as he gives you a very obvious once-over. That smile disappears though when he jerks violently, slamming his knee up under the table.
âStronzino, that hurt,â he hisses at Copia, who has carefully schooled his face into a neutral expression.Â
Huh. Wonder what that was all about.
Youâre distracted by Primo softly saying your name and you turn to the older man with a smile.
âAre you enjoying life at the abbey so far?â
Ah. Well about that. You want to lie - to tell him everything has been smooth sailing but something about the way he looks at you instantly makes you want to be more candid.
âItâs um. Itâs beenâŚa lot,â you say, looking down into your wine glass, âThe Cardinal is really the only one who speaks to me outside of Sister Imperator. I-I havenât got out of my apartment much except to go to work. Iâm a little self-conscious about exploring, to be honest.â
Primo gives you a gentle smile.
âDo you know where the greenhouses are, fiore mio?â
Fiore mio. Another one for the list.
âI think I know where the gardens are but Iâm not sure if theyâre nearbyââ
âThey are.â he says, âSister ImperatorâŚdoesnât have much use for an old relic like me. I spend my time tending to all that grows here. With some assistance from my ghouls.â
âGhouls?â you ask, cocking your head.
He smiles.
âAh, you havenât met any yet, have you? Well I wonât spoil the surprise. Iâm sure the Cardinal would love to tell you about them some time. Anyway, all this to sayâŚplease come visit me when you have the opportunity, sĂŹ? Ah, that reminds me,â he gets up and walks through an adjacent doorway to what you assume is the dining room. When he returns, heâs bearing a bouquet of vibrant pink dahlias in a glass vase.
âOh!â you say, setting down your wine glass as Primo places the flowers on the table in front of you.
âFor you, cara. To welcome you.â
Youâre squeezing the meat of your thigh as hard as you can under the table to keep from crying but the tears well up in your eyes all the same.
âThank you,â you whisper, and he reaches out to take your hand into his long, wizened one.
âCazzo, are you making her cry, you old fuck?â Terzo grouses.
âTerzo!â Copia says with a sharpness youâve never heard from him before. Youâre not sure if itâs the wine but youâre definitely picking up on some tense vibes between the two of them.
âUh, need help with dinner, Secondo?â you ask, trying to cut the awkwardness.
âMost of it is already finished but you are welcome to assist with the antipasti. Forgive the lack of aperitivo but someone forgot to pick up olives today.â
Secondo glares across the room at Copia, who turns beet red.
âThatâs okay, I donât like olives anyway,â you say cheerily. Primo groans.
âUgh! Philistine!â Secondo snaps, making a sharp gesture, âGet over here and atone for your sins before I kick you out of my kitchen, piccolina.â
Now your face is red.
âYes, Papa,â you murmur obediently as you rise from the table, missing the way the four men look at each other with raised eyebrows.
âVa bene,â Secondo says gruffly as you approach the island, leaning over to pour more wine in your glass, âDo you know how to toast bread?â
You give him a look.
âI think I can handle toast,â you scoff, setting down your glass. âAre we making bruschetta?âÂ
He favors you with a nod and a half-smile. A point in your favor.
âHere is the olive oil,â he says, gesturing to his left, âhere is the balsamic. I have already diced the tomatoes and here,â he turns and opens the large refrigerator, coming back with a healthy amount of burrata, âis the cheese. Think you got it?â
âIâŚthink so? Wait, do you have a grill for me to use orâŚâ
He hands you a square metal pan with holes perforated in it.
âYouâve used a brustolina before?â
No, you have not used a brustolina before.
âHow hard can it be? Donât worry about me, please go sit down.â
He gives you one last sideway glance before snagging his wine glass off the table and joining his brothers.Â
Ten minutes later, Terzo is standing on the breakfast table waving a rag in front of the aggressively beeping smoke detector as Copia looks as mortified as you feel.
âItâs alright, fiore mio,â Primo soothes as you sniffle, staring at the charred remains of what used to be several slices of sourdough bread.
âItâs toast. I cannot believe I actually fucked up toast.â
Copia scurries to your side and Primo steps away to make room. When your head thunks heavy against his shoulder he wraps an arm around you, making soothing noises.Â
You donât see Terzo thrusting violently into the air with a wide grin on his face, still standing on the table but you do see Secondo yank him down when he lets out an undignified squawk. The noise has you choking out a laugh, and you turn to Copia to see him staring down at you with a painfully soft expression.
âItâs nothing, piccolina,â Secondo says, unhanding his brother, âWe didnât need bruschetta anyway. Prometto. The real star is coming soon. Pleaseââ he picks up your wine glass and gives you yet another generous pour, â--go take a seat. Enjoy the company of the Cardinal, and Primo, and my other idiot brother.â
You nod, accepting your glass.
âSorry,â you murmur, and you feel Copiaâs hand rub warm circles on the small of your back. Youâd be willing to burn all the toast in the abbey if this is what you got out of it.
âItâs nothing, signorina, truly,â he says quietly in your ear, leading you back over to the table. Secondo efficiently dumps the cremated bread into the garbage and puts an apron over his head which reads âOsculari Coquum.âÂ
By the time Secondo tells the four of you to take your seats in the dining room you areâŚpleasantly tipsy and incredibly hungry. The smells coming from the kitchen are so decadent, you can feel yourself salivating.Â
âHere we are,â Secondo says, entering the room with a loaded plate, which he places in front of you, âPollo alla cacciatora con riso.â
You have to sit on your hands to keep from rudely digging in before the others have been delivered their meals but as soon as Secondo sits down, youâre ready to strike. Before you can, Primo speaks up.
âI would like to toast our lovely new friend. To your health and happiness. May you find a home here amongst us. Benvenuta nostra sorella. Ave Sathanas.â
Sorella. The word sounds familiar, as if youâve heard it in the abbey halls before. It makes a warmth bloom in your chest that youâre certain cannot be attributed solely to the wine.
âGrazie mille,â you murmur with a smile. âThank you all for having me this evening, I appreciate it more than you know.â
Copiaâs hand, resting next to yours on the table, twitches and ever-so-slightly his gloved pinkie finger brushes against yours. You look at him out of the corner of your eye but heâs staring diligently down at his plate, mustache twitching as he fights to smile. The sight makes your heart thud in your chest. Itâs as if the two of you are in your own little world, oblivious to everyone else despite the fact that neither of you openly acknowledge the other. Itâs a breathtaking feeling and you wish you could put your finger on what is so special about this peculiar man.
âBella, if you donât eat that Iâm going to eat it for you.â
Terzo is staring at you from across the table, mouth full of chicken cacciatore. The whole room, in fact, is staring at you.
âShit! Right! Sorry I wasâŚI donât know where I was. Hmm.â
The four men once again exchange a look as you politely dig into your chicken and rice. Itâs divine, as you knew it would be. The conversation flows wonderfully, the Papas all eagerly explaining the Ghost project to you.
âSo you are all part of the same band?â
âWe each had our terms,â Primo explains, âI was the first, Secondo was second, and now Terzo is the third.â
Your brow furrows as you mouth their names and something clicks.
âIâm sorry, youâre all brothers and youâre named first, second, and third? Who does that to their kids?â
Copia snorts into his glass at your candidness.
âOur idiot father, thatâs who,â Primo says, and youâre shocked at his venomous tone, âYouâve met Papa Nihil, have you not?â
Oh. Youâve met Papa Nihil alright.
âAhâŚyes. Yes, weâve met. I donât think he cares much for me.â
Terzo laughs.
âWe all have that in common, bella mia! Consider it a badge of honor.â
You donât quite know what to say to that and an uncomfortable silence falls on the room.
âSo,â Secondo begins, âyou must listen to each of our albums and tell us which one you like best, sĂŹ?â
âOh, I donât know if Iâm qualified to properly judge that sort of thingââ
âWe insist,â Terzo says imperiously, âI want nothing less than an album ranking and your overall top five songs. Cardinal, see to it that she gets educated.â
âI donât see how this is my area of expertise,â Copia says sullenly, stabbing at what remains of his chicken. âItâs not my band.â
Hmm. Another frisson of tension.
Interesting.
âIf everyone is done with their meal, shall we move back into the kitchen for dessert? Piccolina, how do you feel about gelato?â
Your cheeks redden at the moan that escapes your mouth. Copia coughs sharply at your side, having turned red himself.
âWhatâs your favorite flavor, bella mia?â Terzo asks, rising from the table as you do.
âStracciatella, definitely, but I will never say no to chocolate.â
âAh! A woman after my own heart! Copia do you hear this? She likes stracciatella.â
The Cardinal remains seated, nodding distractedly. As you exit the room you see Primo move closer to him and put a hand on his back, leaning in to speak quietly.
â
âOh topolinoâŚsheâs just as lovely as you said. Kind, smart, beautiful. Burns bruschetta but eh, no one is perfect.â Primo smiles as Copia looks up at him in earnest.
âPapaâŚI really like her.â
Itâs the first time heâs voiced his feelings out loud and he can feel the flush on his cheeks creeping down his chest.
âI know, ragazzo mio. And you know what? I think she really likes you too.â
Copiaâs heart skips a beat.
âReally? You think so? I-I want to do something nice for her, something she deserves but Iâm not sureââ
âSpend time with her,â Primo says, smiling, âShe is very lonely. Continue to be the friend you have been thus far - thatâs what she deserves.â
âI donât want to be a nuisance,â Copia murmurs, âSurely sheâll tire of me orââ
âSurely nothing of the sort,â Primo says firmly. âIf she cares for you as I suspect she does, she will welcome you into her heart. All parts of you, not just the best ones. Youâll see, topolino. Prometto.â
âGrazie,â Copia whispers as Primo places a kiss on his forehead.
âHey you two what flavorâoh, Iâm sorry, Iâm interrupting something.â
You move to exit the room but Copia stands abruptly.
âNo, please. Stay.â
You smile. If only he knew now how youâd take that request to heart.
#curator reader series#cardinal copia x reader#cardinal copia x female reader#the band ghost#the band ghost fic#rachel writes
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Buy Me a Drink
A/N: So this fic isn't even for a challenge, I just wrote this smutty thing for myself pretty much. Pretty much just complete porn, tiny bit of plot if you squint. Thanks to @karinamay for helping me with it and @gothcsz for hyping me up enough to post it lmao. Writing Frankie Morales is hard. I hope you guys enjoy! Also I know several people asked to be tagged in this but I can't find who now because I was a dumb and didn't write yall down I'm so sorry don't hate me đ
Smut, unprotected piv sex, facesitting, oral(f!receiving)
You took a final sip of your drink, glancing around the bar as you did so. You had come out with a couple of friends, but at the moment you were alone as both had abandoned you to flirt with a pair of guys at one end of the bar. You turned back in your seat as you rolled your eyes at their antics. You didnât even know why you were here; no one had even as much as glanced in your direction. No, you did know why. You had broken up with your ex a few weeks back, and your friends had insisted you come out with them tonight. They had insisted that it would be fun, get you back into the world of dating. Or fucking, as one of them so elegantly put it. As you sat there playing with the glass in your hand, you could feel someoneâs gaze on you. Turning slightly, you saw him. Big brown eyes under a baseball cap, tall, staring at you with a small smirk on his lips. He nodded slightly, his smirk growing wider as you hopped off the stool and made your way over to him.
Sitting down on the stool next to him, you noticed three other men on his other side who had stopped talking and were staring, clearly amused by this turn of events. Taking a breath, you met his gaze and asked the one question you were dying to know. âYou single?â, you asked, smiling sweetly up at him. The man coughed slightly, his eyes widening as he stared down at you in quiet disbelief. âUmâŚyeah. Yeah, I am. That obvious?â, he asked. âNo, was just hopeful. Since you are, you can buy my next drink.â, you replied, your smile turning into a smirk as you tell him your name. He tells you his name is Frankie; the guys at his side snicker as you reach for his hand and pull him off his stool. âLetâs go somewhere a bit quieter, yeah?â, you asked. His hand tightened in yours and he gently pulled you across the bar to one of the booths. Frankie did buy you that drink, and a couple more as you talked; both sets of your friends long gone before you realized it. âYou wanna get out of here?â, he asked, eyes darkening slightly. You nodded, and he grasped his hand in yours and pulled you from the booth.Â
You giggled as you were led out to his truck, eyes raking down his figure. His hand held yours securely, moving to twirl you around until you leaned against the vehicle, staring up into his eyes. Frankie leaned down and kissed you eagerly before reaching an arm behind you to unlock the door. As you moved to climb in, he stopped you. âI want you on top.â, he murmured in your ear. After a minute or two of fumbling, the pair of you were in the backseat of his SUV, you on top, just like he wanted. His hat had been knocked off at some point, and he sat back on his elbows staring up at you with something akin to reverence in his eyes. You leaned down to kiss him again, grinding down on his bulge as you shifted. You both moaned and Frankie used that to his advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth with ease. He pulled at the hem of your skirt, rucking it up to your waist and leaving you in your panties. You ground down against him again, whimpering at the feeling before pulling your shirt up and over your head. âOff, now.â, you said, tugging at the waistband of his jeans.Â
Frankie unbuttoned and pushed his jeans and boxers down to his knees, allowing his cock to spring free. He groaned as your hand wrapped around him, pumping up and down a few times. You pulled your panties to the side and slowly sank down onto his cock. The pair of you moaned as he finally bottomed out, the tip just barely kissing your cervix. Frankie surged up to nip at your neck before trailing kisses to your breasts. You panted as he took a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and ghosting his teeth over it. Starting to grind against his hips, you clutched his shoulders at the stretch in your core. âFuck, Frankie, pleaseâ, you whimpered, unsure of what you were even asking for.Â
Thankfully, Frankie knew exactly what you needed; holding your hips tight enough to bruise, he fucked his hips up into you. You cried out at the sensation, rolling your hips to meet his every thrust as one of his hands traveled down to where you were joined. As he started to rub circles on your clit, the coil inside you threatened to snap. âFuck, that feels so good, Frankie, don't stop!â, you cried out as he sped up his thrusts. âC'mon babe, I know you're close, I can feel it. Come for me.â Frankie gritted out, rubbing tighter circles on your clit until the coil snapped. You cried out his name, entire body shuddering as he worked you through your orgasm. As you started to come down, he sped up his thrusts again, desperately chasing his own high. You slumped forward, changing the angle of his thrusts, whimpering against his chest. Within moments, he was coming inside you with a deep groan of your name. You pushed yourself off of him as he struggled to pull his jeans up, using his shirt to clean himself up slightly. Pulling your skirt and bra back into place, you grabbed your own shirt and slid it back onto your body, suddenly shy. You startled as he laid a hand on your thigh gently. Frankie looked over at you with a grin; âWhere do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet.â With relief, you returned his grin as you both moved to the front of his vehicle, eager to continue the night elsewhere.Â
Frankie took you back to his place, jogging around to open the passenger door for you. You stepped out and he grabbed your hand again, leading you up the driveway. You draped yourself over him as he tried to unlock the door, pressing kisses to the side of his neck as he groaned. He pulled you inside and slammed the door closed, pushing you up against it as his mouth claimed yours roughly. You moaned into his mouth as he grabbed your hips, bringing you flush against him. âFuck, Frankieâ, you whimpered as he trailed kisses down your neck, stopping to suck a bruise onto your pulse point. Breaking away from you, he grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards the stairs. He was on you again as soon as you reached his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him as he moved you towards the bed. Frankie pulled at your shirt, lifting it up and over your head before doing the same to his own. Soon, you were both bare; he shifted onto the bed, laying back with a smirk. âCâmere hermosa, want you to sit on my face.â, he murmured, and you were quick to obey, scrambling up to him. As you straddled his face, he barely gave you any time to adjust before he pulled you down to him, strong hands on your hips keeping you in place for him as he licked you open. Grabbing hold of the headboard with one hand and threading the other into his hair, you moaned loudly as the bridge of his nose nudged at your clit. Frankie ate you out like a man starving; after a few minutes, his hands were moving your hips back and forth, encouraging you to ride his face. Your cries echoed around his room, your hand tightening in his hair until he groaned into you. You were moving your hips of your own accord now, desperately chasing the high he seemed intent on giving you. His hands were steadying, but only lightly touching you. Finally, finally, finally, your high washed over you so intensely that you clapped a hand over your mouth, Frankieâs name on your lips.Â
Frankie let you ride it out, groaning as he licked up the evidence of your orgasm. As you lifted off of him, he smirked up at you, mouth and chin soaked with your slick. You slid off his body and he reached for you, pulling you close for another kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth with ease. âHands and knees baby girl.â, he whispered against your lips, pushing you over to the middle of the bed. You obeyed slowly, looking back at him as he groaned at the sight of you spread out for him. He pumped his cock in his hand a few times before pulling your hips back against his own, the head of his cock notching at your entrance. He pushed all the way inside in one thrust, bottoming out in you with a deep groan. He stilled, running a light hand down your spine as if to soothe you; the sudden stretch was a lot to handle all at once, even after two orgasms. Then, he started pistoning his hips into you, the angle just right to make moans of his name spill from your lips. âFuck, Frankie, Iâm close, please donât stop!â, you begged as he fucked into you. âYeah? You gonna come on my cock?â, he asked, dragging you up by your waist until your back met his chest. One arm slid around your waist to hold you up while the other hand slid up to your neck, lightly grasping it. You gasped, the new angle making you see stars as his grip on your neck tightened slightly. With a cry of his name, you were pushed over the edge again. Frankieâs thrusts became more erratic as he chased his high; a few more and he stilled deep within you, cock pulsing as he emptied himself.Â
Breathing heavily, the two of you slumped forward side by side onto the bed. âThat wasâŚ.â, you trailed off, still trying to catch your breath. Frankie lifted himself up on his forearm, gazing down at you softly, âAmazing? Best sex ever?â, he laughed, causing you to roll your eyes and slap a hand against his chest. He leaned in to kiss you softly, humming against your lips. âIâm so glad I bought you that drink.â
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Just read your last Cloud X Reader and it was super sweet! I was wondering if you could write any headcanon about Cloud being a parent? And his relationship with reader as well Sorry if itâs clear

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mentions of pregnancy (obviously), mentions of morning sickness and postpartum, and obviously babies, lmk if i missed anything love đ!!
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⼠as we all know, cloud is pretty serious or stoic most of the time. i mean, after everything thatâs happened to him, you canât really blame him. due to the harsh realities of living in the slums of midgar, he wouldnât want kids unless you two were very stable and sure of your decision. he doesnât want to bring a child in a world full of hate and despair, so he wants to make sure you both are ready for this!!
⼠when you do decide to get pregnant, cloud is with you every step of the way. heâs still doing jobs as way to make a living for the two of you, but when he comes home, heâs literally so sweet. i can just imagine cloud scolding you for tripping over something even though heâs literally holding you in his arms after heâs caught you lmao.
⼠heâs definitely not fazed by morning sickness or any sort of pain or gross feelings!! he will hold your hair for you when you puke and will massage you when your back hurts (even if heâs super awkward)!!
⼠yes, if you have weird or midnight cravings, cloud will get them for you. no questions asked, you could tap him on the shoulder and he levitates out of bed and just goes to get you your food. maybe a little grumbling at the fact that itâs super lateâ but once you remind him that youâre carrying his child, heâll shut up real quick.
⼠i can totally see cloud having a girl and a boy, maybe not twins but at different times. i think heâd want them closer in age so they can protect each other and theyâre at least somewhat close in grades? so maybe one baby and then another a year or two after? regardless of their age or their gender, cloudâll love and cherish them no matter what they are.
⼠i can see cloud as a girl dad just because iâm thinking of those dads where theyâre so intimidating and then all of a sudden you just see their tiny daughter in their arms putting bright pastel bows in their hair while they have the most serious face ever.
⼠with his daughter, heâs that, âno boyfriends until youâre 30â type guy. he will support her nonetheless but his daughters future boyfriends should know not to break her heart if they know who her dad is!! i can see cloud teaching his daughter self defense and sparring with her early in the mornings when she has too much energy. when sheâs still little, i also think heâd entertain her like he did yuffie where heâll pretend she beat him up and is just like â(ăŁď˝Ąâ¸â c)â
⼠with his son, heâd also teach him self defense!! thereâs not much, if anything, mentioned about cloudâs dad so i think itâd be cloud without a father figure that heâs able to ask for help or depend on when he needs advice. he just doesnât want his kids growing up like he did.
⼠i dunno about you guys, but i literally adore the little dynamic cloud and denzel have in acâ hence why i made that one fic where reader and cloud took care of him and marlene for the day. i just think itâs really neat how he really looks up to cloud, and i think cloud would appreciate it in his own.. awkward way? so i can just imagine you taking the babies to watch cloud while he trains or exercises or smth and theyâre just in utter awe becauseâ their dad is literally so cool??
⼠yes, they will ask for a sword afterwards. please resort to cardboard ones, we do not need any poked out baby eyes on the ground đ
⼠cloud is the type of parent whoâll multitask around the house and insists that your rest, especially during postpartum. heâll have a double baby carrier on him, a baby on his chest and other on his back while heâs mushing up their food and simultaneously on the phone with tifa.
⼠speaking of tifa!! she is literally an angel, she will gladly take them off your hands if you guys need it. the babies like to call her ���auntie tifaâ and she loves it lol. sheâll take them to meet marlene and denzel (depending on which arc weâre in) even though theyâd probably be a bit older than your guysâ kids? but nonetheless they love them anyways!!
⼠imagine cloud doing pull-ups with both the babies on him in the carriers LMFAOOO
⼠yeah, these kids are getting spoiled. even if not by you, definitely by cloud. he can be stern but when theyâre babies, he canât help but give in. i canât help but imagine cloud picking up the babies all awkward when theyâre crying and he has like no idea what to do until you coax him into holding the baby properly as he keeps looking up at you for reassurance that heâs not doing anything wrong đ.
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wip wednesday: "lovers once a year" (dbf!joel miller)
hello to you, tiny people on my phone. reaching the end of this semester has thrown me onto a motherfucking rollercoaster. if i even think about the amount of finals i have to sit for, i'm afraid i'll tear up. so here i am, drifting away from real-life responsibilities </3 still working on this dbf!joel fic cause i haven't had much time to write lately, but i'm trying not to be too hard on myself. i really like how it's coming along. i'm close to finishing, though i'm not going to promise a specific posting date because i never seem to manage it LMAO
anyway, thank you to @elflutter @joelsdagger and @ovaryacted for tagging me!!!
No one couldâve ever said Joel was a great best friend. For one, he was terrible at remembering important dates. His mind just didnât catch hold of details like thatânever had, really. He wasnât the affectionate type, either. At best, heâd manage a pat on the back or a firm handshake, maybe even a call on Christmas if he remembered. Emotional displays werenât in his nature, far too used to keeping things at armâs length. Luckily for him, Stephen never seemed to care much about these things. Theyâd been friends for over forty yearsâwhich is, well, a hell of a long time, especially considering each had gone off to carve out his own life. Theyâd trudged through both primary and secondary school side by side, and Joel felt Stephenâs absence like a hollow ache the day his friend left for university in another state. Technology eventually offered them more ways to connect, but it didnât make keeping up any simpler. The years had tested them, and somehow, theyâd held on to the quiet strength of their friendshipâa bond theyâd forged across decades and distance, held steady like the roots of an old tree. Stephen was the laid-back type, always down for anything as long as a cold beer was part of the deal. It was rare for him to lose his temper, having a way of letting nuisances slide. Joel could bend every rule, yet Stephenâs patience never wavered. He was unflappable, hardly bothered by Joelâs mood swings, which was what made them a match made in heaven. Nothing seemed to throw him off. Though Joel doubts Stephen would stay so calm if he knew what heâd done to his daughter. As mentioned, Joelâs not exactly what youâd call a good friendâparticularly considering heâs slept with his best friendâs daughter. Just once, to be fair. One ephemeral, impulsive encounter. Right here, in this very house, exactly three hundred and sixty-five days ago.
AND
Apart from the glint in your eyes, he catches the persistent, quiet ache of want. He isnât sure if itâs just physical attraction, if it runs deeper, or if thatâs all it is for him, either. He doesnât need to know. The simplicity of it all is a short-lived relief. Itâs an easy escape, though, this bare minimum of understandingâyou want him, he wants you. Let it be enough for one more moment, for tonight, just another memory heâll have to lock away. Yet heâs aware, deep down, of his own pattern: promises broken just as easily as theyâre made. Heâs only fooling himself. The part of him that knows this isnât something heâll let go of so easily sits there, silently taunting him, daring him to make another promise he wonât keep.
tagging: @lubdubology @zloshy @princessanglophile @cavillscurls @guiltyasdave @tightjeansjavi @mrsmando - so sorry if you've already been tagged :( - and anybody else who feels like doing it!
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A Little Mishap.
main masterlist ⧠kinktober masterlist âŚ
kinktober : day five - afab!reader x dark!francisco morales
prompt : hate sex [ 18+ mdni ]
word count : 1.4k (sorry all of these are so short, there's so many i've been struggling to make them longer)
summary : READ ALL WARNINGS. THIS IS MY FIRST DARK FIC. you and frankie return to base camp after an unsuccessful mission, each of you blaming the other for the outcome.
warnings, etc. : dead dove do not eat, dubcon/noncon, dark!frankie, unprotected p in v, spanking, use of restraints, panty gag, painful sex, degradation, orgasm denial, creampie, ambiguous ending, probably other things lmk if i forgot any tags
a/n : a lot of my october stuff is gonna be barely edited so my apologies for that but this is my first time writing frankie but also my first time writing any sort of dark fic and i'm definitely feeling anxious about posting this but here it is uhhhh yeah. i've been finishing all of these before work this week and having this tiny little time crunch before doing a ten hour shift really wakes me the fuck up lmao.
He shoves you into the tent, both of you fuming at this point. Neither one of you speaks as you take a seat on your cot, putting your head in your hands. After a moment you can see his boots appear in front of you.Â
âI canât fuckinâ believe you.â He growls and you feel your jaw tense as you look up at him.Â
âYou canât believe me?â You say incredulously. âIf it werenât for me weâd have nothing.âÂ
âIf it werenât for you we might have everything.â He hisses, planting a hand firmly on your shoulder as he shoves you back into the wall, you sit up quickly, kicking his knee in retaliation, watching as he slumps to the floor.Â
âI did exactly what Santi would have wanted me to do in that situation.â You usually donât physical when you two fight, (which is happening more and more often these days) but today youâre fed up with him, youâd been on that mission with just him for over a week when heâd fucked up. You could have lost everything if youâd listened to him, at least now you had half the haul.Â
âLa putaâŚâ He grumbles, grabbing you by your ankles as you lean back to kick him again. âOs voy a dar una lecciĂłn.â He mumbles, twisting your legs until you stop resisting. You swallow a squeak that threatens to bubble up from the pain, youâre about to swing on him when he pushes you back down, his hands swiftly yank your pants down making you freeze in shock. He doesnât give you a chance to protest as he drags you off the cot, knocking the wind out of you as you hit the tent floor.
âAsshole!â You yelp as he pins you down with his knees, taking both your wrists in one large hand as you squirm beneath him, trying to flip him off you.
âFucking- quit it.â He delivers a sharp slap to your jaw promptly halting your struggle as you scowl at him. Youâre about to hurl another insult at him when you hear the familiar sound of his switchblade flipping open. âDonât move.â He mumbles as you feel the cold steel against your hip and in an instant you hear a slicing, followed by the same on the other side, you squeeze your thighs together instinctively as he pulls your panties off with ease now that the sides are torn.
âFrankie!â You shriek and he takes the opportunity to shove the bunched up fabric between your teeth.
ââTalk too damn much.â You try to kick him again as he tugs your pants the rest of the way down, bringing them up as he haphazardly flips you onto your stomach, binding your hands behind your back with one of your pant legs. Youâre about to spit your panties out when you feel the steel on your throat. âYou keep that smart mouth of yours stuffed or Iâll find another way to shut you up.â His blade digs into your flesh as a silent warning and you donât dare. He gives you a minute to decide what you want to do and you choose to just stay still, trying desperately to steady your breathing.Â
He digs his knee into your lower back one more time, eliciting a pained groan from you before slotting himself between your thighs. Youâre dizzy from everything happening so fast and he doesnât give you much of a chance to process any of it as he takes hold of your makeshift cuffs, dragging you upright as you kneel, his free hand wrapping around your waist to cup your mound.Â
âYou know how often I think about this?â He rests his temple on yours as his chin sits on your shoulder, his body heat suffocates you.Â
How many times had you reluctantly thought about the same thing? Rolling to face away from him in your shared tent and shoving your hand between your legs, imagining what it would be like when he finally got sick of your shit and bent you over. Youâre snapped out of your thoughts as he dips two fingers between your folds with a satisfied sigh. He slides his digits back and forth, scooping up your abundant wetness with a throaty chuckle. Â
âYou get off on beinâ a brat?â He dangles his fingers in front of your face before rubbing your slick onto your parted lips, forcing you to taste your own arousal. âThen Iâll treat you like a brat.â He tangles his fingers in your hair, yanking your head up as you feel him grind the front of his pants against your ass. âFuckinâ soaking me.â He bends you over, forcing your ass up and pushing your face into the floor. He keeps one hand locked around your wrist as the other shoves his own pants down. You whine into the makeshift gag. âMaybe Iâll just fuck some obedience into you.âÂ
You let out a squeak as he slaps your rear. He lets his palm rest there, before roughly spreading your cheeks. You hear him spit, followed by the sensation of it dripping down your seam, you can feel him lining himself up at your entrance, all of his actions are rushed and you just canât keep up, your body doesnât even have time to make an attempt at defending yourself as he rams himself into you without warning. A muffled squeal falls from your lips as he beings to fuck you mercilessly, giving you no time to adjust to the sheer size of him.Â
With your face pressed into the floor you canât see him but you can certainly feel just how thick he is. The underlying pleasure does nothing to soothe the feeling of being split open by him.Â
âJesus-â He grunts out, your pussy gushing around him only spurs him on, his movements somehow becoming harsher as he bumps against your g-spot with ever slam of his hips, the combines overstimulation and pain makes your eyes water, a few tears slipping past your lash line. âDunno how Iâm gonna last in such a tight cunt.â He slaps your ass again, hard enough that youâre pretty sure youâll have a mark, drawing a sob from you. âFuckinâ choking my cock when I do that.âÂ
He spanks you again, a loud crack rings throughout the tent as your cunt involuntarily clamps down on him, his hips stuttering forward.Â
âYou fucking love this, donât you?â His voice is low and dangerous as the rough denim of his jeans scratches at your thighs. âIs that why you keep squeezinâ me?â You donât realize he expects a response until he smacks you again. âYou love this?â You nod fervently, mumbling something similar to a yes into your panties. âYou wanna finish on my cock?â Much to your own dismay you nod once more.
You donât know how, but against all odds you really are close. The coil tightening in your stomach threatens to consume you as you try desperately to force yourself over that edge to no avail.
âThatâs too bad, only good girls get to come.â He growls, readjusting himself so one hand is tangled in your hair and the other is gripping your wrists, keeping you hovering above the tent floor rather uncomfortably, your lurch forward with every one of his brutal thrusts. You groan something that sounds like his name but you know itâs useless to try and reason with him. With a few more long drawn out thrusts you feel him burst within you, his grip on your hair tightens and you shriek as his release begins dripping from your swollen cunt as he slips out of you.
Your tears are drying on your face and you slump forward once his hands release you. Your body continues to buzz with frustration, a small part of you is genuinely upset at your lack of an orgasm. You can hear the rest of your mission party returning as Frankie leans forward and presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, a sharp contrast to everything he just did to you. You can hear the zipper on his pants as he pulls himself together, leaving you wrecked on the floor.Â
âWhy donât we see how Pope feels about your little mishap?â He whispers before you turn your head just in time to watch him lean out of the tent, calling Santiago over.
a/n : i would love any sort of feedback on this?? i've never written anything like this before so i'm a little nervous.
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Coffee & Psychotherapy: Something New
Pairing: Eris x Azriel (AZRIS IS BACK IN TOWN, BABYYYY) Summary: In which Azriel encourages Eris to see a mind healer, and they start the healing journey together. This, of course, requires copious amounts of coffee, and possibly some new thing called âhot chocolateâ. For Day 3 of Eris Week: Healing @erisweekofficial Rating: Teen Word Count: 2.6k Tags & Warnings: domestic fluff, tiny, tiny, tiny bit of angst, because our ken dolls are traumatized, but it is sweet and soft and gentle, like so many other things in my repertoire (kidding lmao), coffee and hot chocolate should be listed as tertiary characters. OH and TW for mention of Beron (sorry)
Read it on Ao3 HERE! (or below the cut <3)
A/N: Happy Day 3 of Eris Week! Thank you to @tsunami-of-tears for the gorgeous dividers! Shoutout to @dusk-muse who I may have forced to request some idea for fluff. Kudos to @ninthcircleofprythian for her help reminding me of this coffee post (HERE), which loosely inspired this fic in that most of the ACOTAR characters would greatly benefit from some therapy.
That being said, I am not qualified to write actual therapy things, so there will be no actual therapy session content. There are passing mentions of what was discussed in a session, but itâs like 3 lines total. This is centered around domesticity and love. <3
Eris loved coffee. He loved the simplicity of buying the roast beans from the shop, the sound of the grindstones, the scent of freshly ground coffee beans. When he and Azriel had first met, they drank coffee each morning. Eris drank it black. And Azriel, without fail, filled his cup with enough sugar and cream that even Erisâ mother had noticed it with some concern.
Azriel hated coffee. But he liked what coffee could do for him. He was never without a mug, so much so that Eris kept buying him mugs of different shapes and sizes, different spellwork to keep his coffee warm, to make all coffee added to it sweet, to refill automatically. Eris liked coffee. Azriel just liked feeling awake.
Because Azriel was a horrible sleeper. Terrible. Eris didnât know what to blame - court of origin, childhood trauma, his former line of work, his shadows whispering to him constantly. All were contenders for the crown of keeping the former spymaster awake at all hours of the night.
Eris was no saint, either. Cauldron knew he kept his mate up some nights. But the Cauldron also knew Azriel would get out of bed in the middle of the night and take off into flight, not returning until he knew Eris would also be awake. After the first time, they would rarely talk about where Azriel went or what he did. Instead, Eris would press a mug of overly sweet coffee into his hands and they would sit together in silence on the front porch, Azrielâs head on Erisâ shoulder and their hands clasped together.
Despite the way the habit had begun, Eris treasured those moments with his mate. Watching the sunrise radiate through the autumn clouds, it was easier to forget the foundational pain which motivated them in this tradition.
This morning was different. Eris woke to find Azrielâs side of their bed cool, the blankets rumpled as if his mate had spent half the night fidgeting restlessly until he simply gave up. The sun wasnât up yet, so he got up, yawning as he flicked a hand at the fireplace. Reinvigorated, the coals flickered back to flames, Erisâ power breathing new life into them. He would drag Azriel back to bed if he could, and the cozier the room was, the more likely Azriel would be to let him when they were done watching the sun rise.
The hallways were dark, but the kitchen lamps were lit. Eris blinked sleepily at them, yawning once more as he stepped into the kitchen.Â
Azriel stood there, hands on the edge of the sink as he stared out the broad window. His shadows swirled lazily across the expanse of his back, their dark cloak about him in a guarded comfort. âGood morning.â
This was new. âGood morning, Az.â Eris paused, but Azriel didnât move. âAre you alright?â
Azriel nodded, reaching to pick up his mug. âJust drinking my coffee.â One shadow twined around his leg, then darted to Eris and nestled behind his ear. âUpset,â it whispered. Eris nodded. Clearly, he thought. But he wouldnât say that to the shadow which only wished its master well.
It was rare the shadows deigned to speak to him. He wasnât entirely sure how it happened in the first place, though he suspected it had something to do with the piece of his soul that was Azrielâs, and the piece of Azrielâs that was his. Whatever limited power it granted him, he was thankful for the insights of the shadows into his mateâs moods, whenever they chose to share.
âAz,â he began as the shadow spun back towards Azriel.Â
âI made coffee,â Azriel interjected. âItâs in the kettle.âÂ
Eris nodded, crossing the room. âThank you.â
They were silent for a moment. Eris poured his coffee, then crossed to stand beside his mate.
âWhatâs wrong?â
Azriel gave a wry smile, nudging Eris with his wing. âCouldnât sleep. Too many memories, I suppose.â
âYouâre drinking your coffee black,â Eris observed, taking a sip of his own. âThatâs unlike you.â
âAnd you are observant, as always.â
âDo you want to talk about it?â
Azriel shook his head. âNo. Not now. I had something I wanted to tell you, though.â
âAlright.â
âIâm going to see a mind healer tomorrow morning.â
Eris smiled. âOkay.â
Azriel looked at him, turning to lean against the counter. He paused a second, looking pensive. âI want you to come with me. I checked your schedule, youâre available. I know itâs last minute, but I want to talk about something, and Iâd like to do it there.â
Eris nodded slowly. His mate wasnât one to do things half-heartedly. âCan you tell me what itâs about? It might help me to be a little prepared.â
âI want to talk about you.â
âWhat, specifically?â
Azriel shrugged, scooping his mug up in his left hand and cradling it against his chest. âIâve been seeing the mind healer for a couple of months. Itâs been my meeting every week, the recurring block on my calendar thatâs marked as âbusyâ. I wasnât ready to talk about it, I donât think, but I want to. And I want you there, if you are willing.â
âI am willing. What do you want to talk about?â
âI think you should see someone.â
âSomeone.â
âA mind healer. Not mine, probably, but someone.â Azriel sighed, looking over his shoulder at the trees ruffling in the breeze. âYou internalize the way I do, and I think you might find it helpful.â
Eris nodded. âIâll go tomorrow. But I canât promise anything.â
Azriel smiled. âThatâs all I ask.â
âWhat did you think?â
The remains of dinner were spread in front of them; the pumpkin ravioli Eris loved, a pitcher of apple cider which would probably get mixed with some bourbon later that night. Azriel took a bite of the spiced cake. It was one of his favorites, Eris knew. No wonder the cook had been so amused when he made the request. The pumpkin ravioli was time consuming, and Eris never requested it except on special occasions, which meant Azriel had made the request for him. Perhaps it was an effort to soften this very conversation.
âI think it was good,â Eris shrugged. âIt wasnât what I expected.â
âIs there anything we talked about you wanted to come back to?â Azriel set his fork and knife down, leaning back in his chair. âI donât want to go to bed with things unsaid.â
Eris smiled. âThoughtful. No, not really. Why were you drinking your coffee black yesterday?â
Azriel chuckled. âI was wondering if you would come back to that.â
âDo you blame me? You hate drinking it black.â
âI know. I wanted to try it again.â
âFor any particular reason? Or just because?â
âJust because.â
âDid you like it?â
Azriel laughed. âNo. I still hated it.â
Eris smiled. âIâm not surprised.â
Azriel was right. It was helpful, the sessions with the mind healer. Eris hadnât expected to feel as challenged or as supported, but he was both. He could discuss anything. Though they often touched on the day to day stress he experienced as High Lord, they just as easily discussed his childhood, his family, and the horrors of war.Â
He enjoyed the walk there and back. He had winnowed, at first. He had been concerned about being seen at the building, preferring the anonymity winnowing straight into the office could provide him with. Over time, he found it peaceful to walk, whether it rained or the sun was on his face as he came and went. His route took him through some small roads in the city, roads he knew but wouldnât have regularly walked had it not been for the small healing office on Maple Street. It gave him time to think, and every other week, he walked by the market set up along the street adjacent.Â
The area held mostly offices, service-oriented businesses with at least a few employees each, and the market benefitted. They rotated through the city, ten different locations for two weeks worth of opportunities for sales.Â
The shops participating rotated on occasion, so Eris always made a point of engaging with them, occasionally stopping on his way home to buy lunch or something to send to his nieces and nephews in Day and Night. Today, it had been raining, and the smell of cinnamon and chocolate wafted on the foggy breeze as he passed through, an umbrella in his hand. The less he used his powers in public, the more unnoticed he would go.
âMay I interest you in a hot chocolate?â a merchant called to him from under his canopy. âFavorite of the Winter Court, and itâll warm you on a day like today!â
Hot chocolate. âIâll take one,â he smiled. The merchant smiled in return. âCertainly. Would you like coffee extract? It will give you the wakefulness of coffee without the flavor, or I can give you a coffee hot chocolate mix for the same effect.â
âIâll take one with no coffee, please.â
âOf course, my Lord.â Eris stifled a laugh. He was unable to be anonymous, even dressed as simply as he was in a blue buttoned shirt and trousers.
When the merchant handed him the mug, she said, âThe mug is spelled to return, unless you wish to buy it. My children make themâ they own the pottery studio on the eastern side of North Village.â
âI have plenty of mugs at this point, unless my hounds decide they want to break them again,â Eris explained. âI appreciate it, though. If you have a moment, may I ask you a question about the coffee extract?â
The merchant nodded.Â
âDoes it provide all the same effects as coffee? I know someone who drinks coffee like water, but hates the flavor.â
âThis may be good for them, then. It can be mixed in any drink to the same effect, though of course we mostly put it in hot chocolate.â
âYou wouldnât happen to sell the extract, would you?â
The merchant shook her head. âI donât have enough at this point to be able to do that.â She paused, then added. âI could maybe sell you a bit for a trial, and then if you liked it, I could provide a supply as an importer. It may be expensive.â
Eris waved a hand. âThatâs no matter. May I add a hot chocolate with the extract, please? Iâll have him try it today, and then I can let you know.â
She nodded. âGive me one moment to make it for you.â
Eris watched as she scooped a tan powder into a mug. If Azriel liked it, his sugar consumption would decrease considerably. Plus, he would likely enjoy the drink. He liked chocolate more than most people Eris knew, save perhaps Nesta and Gwyn. And Azriel wouldnât have to drink coffee. The merchant added the hot chocolate, stirred for a few seconds, and then set the mug on the table. âHere you are.â
âThank you.â Eris handed over a few coins. He took her contact information, making a mental note to contact her before the end of the week. She sent him off with a smile and a wave, his umbrella tucked carefully between his wrist and his body to keep it in place as he walked with his hands full.
He walked in silence, only pausing to greet the occasional passersby, until a small wisp of a shadow darted out of the sky and wrapped itself around his wrist. âIs everything alright?â The shadow darted away again, quick as it had come. Was Azriel alright?
Eris heard him before he saw him, the loud flap of wings announcing his descent. When Azriel landed next to him, his hair plastered to his forehead, Eris grinned. âHi.â
âAre you alright? Youâre usually home by now.â
âIâm fine,â Eris said, extending the mug which held the concoction. âFor you. Walk with me?â
âWhatâs this?â Azriel quirked an eyebrow, but took the mug all the same.
âHot chocolate, she said. With a coffee extract that apparently has no flavor, but gives you the same benefits of wakefulness.â
âThat sounds amazing.â
âI hoped youâd say that.â
They set off, Azriel tucking Eris close and replacing the umbrella with his wing. âHow was your session?âÂ
âIt was good,â Eris sighed. âA bit of discussion about Father.â
âAh. Feeling alright?â
Eris nodded. âTired, but fine.â
âMaybe itâs a good day to cancel the rest of your meetings?â Azriel suggested slyly, nudging his shoulder. âSeeing as itâs so dreary. We can spend the rest of the day together.â
âArenât you supposed to be working with the guard this afternoon?â
âCobblestones get too slippery,â Azriel protested. âI wouldnât want to hurt their feelings when they slip and fall.â
Eris snorted. The Autumn Guard was more than used to rain, and trained on those cobblestones every single day. They had learned how not to fall.
âAnd this isnât at all an excuse to spend the afternoon together?â
Azriel grinned, pressing a kiss to Erisâ temple. âItâs a good excuse.â
âUh huh,â Eris laughed, pausing their strides with a grin and a hand on Azrielâs arm. âConvince me.â
It wasnât a challenge as much as a tactic to get Azriel to kiss him. Their first date, they had both been guarded, despite their admissions the previous week that they had been dancing around each other for far too long to ignore the ongoing attraction. âGo on another date with me,â Eris had asked at the end of the night. Azriel had smirked, then said, âConvince me.â
Eris had taken the opportunity to kiss him. Ever since, theyâd used the challenge as an invitation.
âHappily,â Azriel grinned, sliding an arm around Erisâ shoulders. He kissed him deeply, cradling Erisâ head in his arm. Eris sank into him, the exhaustion of a session with the mind healers hitting him full blast. âConsider me convinced,â he murmured, laughing against Azrielâs lips.
Azriel pulled back, grinning. âGood. Especially since I already canceled your meeting with Lord Merton.â
Eris snorted. âOf course you did.â
âDo you blame me? You know, my mate buys me delicious drinks. I do love this, by the way.â Eris amended the mental note to write to the merchant immediately. âAnd he kisses me in the rain like heâs drowning and needs me like air. Not to mention, he hasnât taken as much as half a day off since Solstice two months ago.â
âAlright, alright,â Eris laughed, pressing a kiss to Azrielâs temple. âLetâs take the afternoon off. Maybe today calls for just sitting by a fire.â
Azriel grinned, leaning in for another kiss. It was sweet, and soft, and Eris found himself humming his satisfaction against his mateâs lips.Â
âAgreed,â Azriel grinned. âMaybe in bed. Warm blankets await.â
They resumed their walk, sipping their respective drinks. When Eris finished his, the mug disappeared in silence, and he slipped his hand into Azrielâs.
âAz?â Azriel hummed in response. âDo you think weâll ever be done with the mind healers? Thereâs so much to sort through. I wonder if weâll ever get through it all.â
âI donât know. I think itâs hard to say. It doesnât have to end, which is a good thing. And maybe, if we feel good for a while, we take a break, and we go back.â
âDo you ever worry it will feel like a failure?â
âDo you think itâs a failure if you need help again?â
Eris shrugged. âMaybe.â
Azriel nodded. âYou could talk about that next week, if you think it will help you. And maybe we can talk about that at our next combined session.â
âWe should do that again. Itâs been a while.â
âAlright. Letâs get it on the calendar. Any chance we could make it a date, too? Iâd love to get some more of this hot chocolate.â
Eris smiled, resting his head on Azrielâs shoulder. âItâs a date.â
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Alright say hypothetical I don't know anything about your aus and say I really wanted to know more about them.
Could I get a summary(or the main plots of your aus?) :^D
Only if you wanna!
Of course!! :3
My aus are nothing too special compared to others out there, but I still love them a lot and know some of my friends here like them too <3
My first au was one I called Apple's Mythical AU, though the name might change one day, and it was very much based on my Glowsquid Joel design. It's really just my version of Hermitcraft Season 10 but most people (if not all, cause i havent drawn them all yet) are some type of creature. Joel is a Glowsquid Kraken with a humanoid form to be able to hang out with everyone, Gem is an Anglerfish Syren, because of her Dredge inspiration <3, Grian is,,,,, Grian. I drew him as a fish last time I drew anyhting of that au but to me he is a Watcher in disguise in every universe, so that fish design (if you could even call it that) will be retconned eventually.
In terms of lore I have the most for Joel, cause he's the character that sprouted all of this, and it goes like this:
Joel used to be the god of Stratos. Powerful, strong, tall, handsome, the whole package. But he took his powers for granted, and crossed a line that the Watchers, the elder gods, did not accept. He tried to force life with his powers, in the creation of Tiny Tom, and it nearly ripped a hole into their world because there was not enough data for the world to generate a proper creature, and so it was turned into a creature of void that the Watchers had to take away and stabilize, leaving them in another world for safety. The Watchers then stripped Joel of his godly powers and sent him crashing down to the ocean to die, but his wife Lizzie, The Ocean Queen, caught him and made him a new form, making him the first Glowsquid Kraken and allowing him to keep living.
I love him very much <3
@/stiffyck has a really cool Kraken Scar au and one time they drew my glowsquid Joel with him!! :3 You should go check them out!!
As for my other au, it kinda stems from that first one, but it is a Next Generation AU. I'm currently writing a fic for it, and the premise of the au as a whole is quite simple: the (mostly) cannonical kids of the hermits and lifers grown up and having their own adventures! <3
I'm a sucker for Next Gen aus, and this adoration started back in my MLP days lmao
The au follows Hermes (Empires 2), Tiny Tom (Empires 2), Grumbot (HC 7), Jrumbot (HC7), and Jeremy Jr. (SOS smp) in their lives as young adults, exploring their friendships and their familial relationships, and my fic Fresh Life (name derived from the term Fresh Meat) follows them experiencing their first Life Series together, with the return of the Boogeyman and a new Canary :3 I'm currently writing Chapter 1 and I'm writing it in 'Sessions', so each chapter will be the span of 1 mc session, roughly. I have multiple tags for this but the main ones are #next gen au and #project fresh life!
And I'm posting that one on AO3 now that I finally have an account!! The link is in my pinned post :3
Thank you so much for the ask!!! X3 sorry for the long and late reply, haha đ
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Hey Simon đ,
1, 2,4, 36, 39, 41, 46 and 47 for the fanfic ask :)
Hope you have a lovely weekend!!
Hi Sophia 𼰠Thanks so much for sending in an ask! I'll try my best to reply with the tiny catalog of read fics I have available haha.
favorite fanfic of all time
I cannot possibly answer something as... final as this lmao. I'll just name my recent faves again (sorry for tagging you guys again):
The most beautiful boy by thelovelysarcastic (not on tumblr? idk?)
Treasures and Treachery by itsme_hi_imtheproblem/@iwouldnevergetintofanfic
Ivy by unfortunate17/@unfortunate17
2. favorite writer of the fandom
You see... now I have a very similar problem, lmao. Toooo many amazingly talented people whose writing I am obsessed with, to possibly decide, but I'll give a few definite faves:
@earlgrey-lateatnight (RubyIntyale), @ungaroyals (embracedthevoid), @unfortunate17, @darktwistedgenderplural, @iwouldnevergetintofanfic (itsme_hi_imtheproblem), @stretchoutfics (strechoutandwait), ... (and I'm sure I'm already forgetting people and fics arghhh)
4. the fanfic you would recommande for somebody not in the fandom
Honestly? All of my favorites.
But I actually did send a link to you can stay by origamifrogs/@princewillesothermom to my bf @alkalinetrios yesterday because I was like "I don't care that you're not involved, you HAVE to read this". (it's beautiful and heart-wrenching and a masterpiece)
36. Â your favorite trope
So if we're learning one thing here today, it's that I am highly indecisive. God, I love so many tropes. I think it'd be easier to ask which tropes I don't like, I guess?
But I definitely love a good slow-burn, a good friends-to-lovers or enemies-to-lovers or strangers-to-whatever-to-lovers with everyone suffering from being painfully in love. I guess I just very much love reading about them falling in love and being dumb about not noticing that it's mutual lol. Yeah I think that's it, something like mutual, very lovesick pining.
39. a trope you would like to see (more) in the fandom
Oh idk, I don't think I have enough of an overview to really say something I missing, but as a never-fully-recovered former emo kid I'd love to see some more of the stuff the MCR fandom had for example, like idk... vampires obviously, but also ghost stuff or like tragic angsty historical fics or idk. I guess just some dark stuff? For funsies lol.
41. How do you choose the fic you read
Firstly it's gotta be Wilmon-centric, then I look at the word count, and compare that to how much time I have lol, then I read the summary and idk? I guess either the writing style needs to catch me immediately or it needs to be some original premise. Or a retelling of one of my favorite scenes, that also catches me lol. So I guess I just base what I want to read on the summary. Oh, or a trusted mutual/friend recommends it!
46. did you stay awake up to an veeeery unreasonable hour to finish a fanfic
Yeeeeeeep, very much do that, probably too often. Sometimes my eyes will be falling shut, but I tell myself I gotta push through, there's only x chapters left lol
47. WIP or not WIP
Yes WIP!!!! I love WIPs for soooo many reasons, most of all because it's such a fun journey and because the waiting just kind of heightens the excitement for the next chapter!
Send me a fanfic ask
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RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
I got tagged by the talented @lele5429 !
And ooohhh boy. I have. A lot of LU wips. And their titles are rarely serious.
(as a frame of reference for how I name wips, know that A cave like a net was titled "mermay! But it's october" for the LONGEST time in my files, and I literally found the title the day when I posted it)
Most of them are Legend-centric (and whumpy lmao) ! Here they are :
- The pipeline from sweet apple to sour lemon
- Tiny heroes
- The Autism fic
- Obedience
- The Darkâ˘
- This Is Starting To Feel Like Bullying
- Ocarina
- Bitch are u okay
- Modern AU, followed by two other wips because it was getting massive : 'Modern gayness' & 'The modern AU is getting out of control'
- Bullshitting
I actually have more than that, but I have a terrible tendancy to write same stories in different fonts, so here are the most fleshed out and the ones I'd like to talk about !
I'm so sorry but I legit think every people I have interacted with and I know write fics have already been tagged on this 𼲠if anyone is like ">:0 I know you and am writing fics" don't hesitate to tell me in comments ! I love seeing what people do (although I might be slow to get to it) and you can do this ask game if you'd like to ! :D
#linked universe#lu fic#lu fanfiction#please ask me about my wips I have been waiting for an occasion to talk about them#ask game
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Hey I saw your "nameless characters" masterlist so I thought I'd make a request.
Male (he/him) x female (she/her) smut where they be working on a compulsory school project that's supposed to unite random pairings from the school he's senior and she's sophomore (can be college if you want to but preferably highschool) and they never talked before but by the end of their meetings (multiple times they work on the project) they become friends and then hook up and she gets all awkward after that and avoids him so the presentation is awkward af lmao đ but they strat dating after it.
Anyways sorry if this is unclear also I think you may wanna start tagging those works "original characters x reader" and "oc x reader" to reach more audience, just a suggestion :)
Untilted Project | Male!oc x fem!reader
Pairings: oc x reader (romantic)
Type of fic: Smut
Warnings: Sex (a bit badly written)
Summary: You two were supposed to be doing a project, but ended up doing something elseâŚ
Ps: I made reader a collage student as in sophomore youâre 15-16 and in senior is 18-19 so thatâd be really weird for me - plus Iâm not gonna write a smut with a child and thanks for the suggestion, but to be honest I donât really care about the amount of people who read it
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The library was quiet, save for the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of pages. You glanced up from your laptop as he arrived, his tall frame silhouetted against the doorway. His black backpack hung off one shoulder, and he had the same casual, indifferent air about him that heâd had since the two of you were paired for this project.
He sat down across from you without a word, pulling out his notebook and a pen. You had barely exchanged more than pleasantries since being assigned to each other, despite having worked together for a week.
You cleared your throat, determined to keep things professional. âI outlined some ideas for the presentation,â you said, sliding your laptop toward him. âWe need to focus on making it cohesive, so it doesnât look like two people who never talk threw it together at the last minute.â
He glanced at the screen, smirking slightly. âIsnât that exactly what this is?â
You rolled your eyes. âIt doesnât have to look like it, though.â
âFair enough.â His voice was deep and smooth, with a hint of teasing that set you on edge in a way you couldnât quite place.
The two of you worked for a while in relative silence, occasionally exchanging comments or adjusting each otherâs notes. Despite his aloof demeanor, he was sharp and contributed more than you expected. It wasnât until an hour later, when you both reached for the same pen, that the dynamic shifted.
Your hand brushed against his, and you quickly pulled back, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.
âSorry,â you mumbled, avoiding his gaze.
He chuckled softly, and when you finally looked up, he was watching you with an unreadable expression. âYouâre pretty jumpy for someone who seems to have it all together.â
âIâm not jumpy,â you shot back, crossing your arms defensively.
His smirk widened. âSure youâre not.â
The meetings continued over the next few weeks, each one blurring the line between professionalism and something else. He teased you mercilessly but in a way that made you laugh despite yourself. You found yourself looking forward to his smirk, the way his eyes would linger on yours just a little too long.
One evening, as you both sat on the floor of the libraryâs private study room, papers spread around you, the tension reached its breaking point.
âYouâre impossible, you know that?â you said, exasperated as he pointed out another tiny mistake in your notes.
âAnd youâre stubborn,â he replied, leaning back on his hands.
Your retort died on your lips when you noticed how his shirt clung to his chest, the muscles in his arms flexing as he shifted. The air between you seemed to thicken, and you realized youâd been staring when he raised an eyebrow at you.
âWhat?â he asked, his voice quieter now, his gaze locked on yours.
âNothing,â you said quickly, looking away.
He didnât let it go. âYou sure about that?â
Before you could answer, he leaned forward, his hand brushing against yours. You froze, your heart pounding as he tilted his head slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.
When you didnât pull away, he closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly deepened. Your hands found their way to his shoulders as he pulled you closer, his body pressing against yours as the kiss grew more heated.
âHere?â you managed to whisper between kisses, your voice breathless.
âUnless youâd rather stop,â he replied, his lips trailing down your neck in a way that made stopping the last thing on your mind.
The study roomâs door locked with a quiet click, and you found yourself pressed against the wall, his hands exploring your body with a mix of urgency and care. He kissed you like heâd been holding back for weeks, and you clung to him, matching his intensity.
His hands slipped under your shirt, lifting it over your head before discarding it to the side. He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over you with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.
âYouâre beautiful,â he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Your cheeks flushed, but you didnât have time to respond before his lips were on yours again, his hands roaming over your bare skin. You tugged at his shirt, and he quickly shrugged it off, revealing toned muscles and the faintest trail of a tattoo on his shoulder.
As things escalated, you found yourself on the floor, your body arching into his touch as he worked you out of your jeans and underwear. His fingers teased you, drawing soft gasps from your lips before he finally pushed inside, his movements slow and deliberate at first.
âDonât tease,â you whispered, your voice trembling.
He didnât need to be told twice. His pace quickened, his movements rougher but never crossing the line into too much. His name fell from your lips in breathless moans, each sound spurring him on as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.
When you finally tumbled over, your body shuddering with release, he followed soon after, his grip on you tightening as he buried his face in your neck, his breathing ragged.
The aftermath was⌠awkward. You both dressed in silence, avoiding each otherâs gaze. He broke the tension first, leaning casually against the table as he smirked at you.
âSo, does this count as team bonding?â
You glared at him, your cheeks burning. âDonât make this weird.â
âToo late,â he teased, grabbing his backpack. âSee you at the presentation.â
You avoided him for the next few days, which only made things worse. When the day of the presentation arrived, you found yourself standing next to him in front of the class, your face redder than it had any right to be.
He, of course, looked perfectly composed, his smirk making it clear that he was enjoying your discomfort.
âWhy donât you start?â he said, his tone light but his eyes gleaming with amusement.
You shot him a glare, but your voice cracked as you began to speak, earning a few confused looks from the audience.
Halfway through, he took over, his confident delivery making it impossible for anyone to suspect anything had happened between you. Still, the occasional brush of his arm against yours sent your heart racing.
When it was finally over, you practically ran out of the classroom, only for him to catch up with you in the hallway.
âYou canât avoid me forever,â he said, stepping in front of you to block your path.
âI can try,â you muttered, though your resolve was already crumbling under the weight of his smirk.
He leaned down, his voice soft but firm. âWe should talk.â
You hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. âFine. After class.â
The conversation was awkward but necessary, and by the end of it, youâd agreed to take things slowâwhatever things were. But it wasnât long before slow turned into something much more, and soon enough, he wasnât just your project partner anymore.
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Tell us about the rarepair that got discovered by the showâs writers!
Hear that? That's the sound of all of my mutuals groaning, because
NEW PERSON ASKING ABOUT BUGBEAR~
(Also, technically it was the comic writers, but same difference lmao)
Okay... *Cracks her knuckles and her neck loudly* SO-
(Art by @hansuart)
This is BugBear, aka Jewel the Beetle and Bark the Polar Bear. I've been losing my absolute mind over this rarepair for... Two years now?
The two have NEVER canonically met, but the pair was inspired by @bitter-sweet-coffee reminding me this moment exists in the IDW Sonic comics:
(Jewel is 2'7" tall, that is Storm the Albatross holding her in that panel, he stands at 4'7" tall. Bark himself is 5'11" tall. This is all important to the madness.)
BSC and I had set out to make a gag ship for laughs initially. How funny would it be to see tiny Jewel paired up with one of the 4 foot plus, muscular characters? It'd be COMICAL-
Until we settled on Bark, and it instantly quit being funny.
Jewel is an anxious sweetheart, and Bark is a shy, soft spoken gentle giant. Both of them have crazy best friends they desperately attempt to wrangle (with little success). They deserve a quiet relationship where they don't have to constantly be on and ready for the other to do something completely insane and potentially dangerous.
Jewel would be a little afraid of Bark upon first meeting him, but she'd see the real him and warm up eventually.
Speaking of warming up, I like to play with the fact that the Sonic characters are animals and bring in what species are cold blooded and warm blooded into my shipping shenanigans. Who would make a better cuddle buddy than A MASSIVE POLAR BEAR???
Checkmate. đđ
We only have two fics right now over on AO3. One I'm writing (When the Day Met the Night), the other written by my lovely friend @stillafanofsonic . I will link to theirs, it's a one shot, vs my multichapter nonsense.
So, as for it being discovered by the comic writers... I took a brief peek at your blog and didn't see anything to indicate if you're in the Sonic fandom, so I will keep this brief. Ian Flynn is one of the main writers on the IDW Sonic comics. He also runs a podcast called the BumbleKast, and back on Valentine's Day they made the BOLD DECISION to discuss shipping. Oh boy...
Their guest... Commentator? (I don't go to podcasts typically, not certain what the terminology is for what the speakers are called. đ¤ˇ) @/pedanticat (Not sure if they want the tag, so I will spare them from being part of this essay for now.) brought up the ship during the episode, having either seen it floating around on here, or over on Twitter when I posted some art by hansuart and @seagull-scribbles (both posted with permission) over there. And like... BugBear isn't like some other rarer Sonic ships where a couple people might've had the idea independently of each other and it's hard to gauge who got there first. Unless I'm missing someone or something, I'M the first person to mention it, and the art that does exist of it exists because I infected the artists with the same brainrot... So... Oops...
The ship was brought up during the question at 46:03 (Have you ever seen shipping fanart of two Sonic characters that made you go "Huh, I never thought of that pairing, but I could see it working"?) But the exact timestamp it comes into discussion is at 49:11. "A crackship that isn't too crazy" was the verdict. I will take it and be annoying about it forever:
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So, long story short... (TOO LATE!), that's how I made a rarepair that got discovered by the main comic people. đ
Thank you for the question, I'm sorry you got an essay lmao.
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tiny lil violet anon here!! hh second guessing is really common w creatives (i would know.. i'm a digital artist) but i want you to know that you're probably one of my favourite fic writers and you actually inspired me to start working on a rocket x reader fic of my own a while back!!! (would you mind if i sent you my fic if i ever finished it?)
honestly, i dont think you have to worry about how well you capture rocket's voice bc honestly you're one of, if not the best i've readâ your triptych day 17 fic was genuinely mindblowing for example?? your understanding of how different people write rocket is so in depth and the way you made all three renditions of rocket different but so clearly still rocket got me awestruck (do you have any tips on writing the 3 different rockets btw? i'd love to understand more about how you differentiate them! ><)
i remember reading the boring adventures of space pilot and sweatshirt girl for the first time after reading the rocket comics and thinking that helping rocket out on that ferry was exactly what i was hoping someone would write?? it was the fic i needed and didn't deserve LMAO literally every thing you've written has always filled a gap that i didn't know was there & didn't know i needed âĄâĄ
sorry for the ridiculously long ask ^^; your work genuinely means so much to me and im totally in love with how you write rocketâ while ik every artist doubts themselves, i want you to know that the work you create is so much better than you give yourself credit for!
tiny little violet nonnie!! (â¸â¸o̴̡̜áˇâ¸o̴̡̜̼áˇ
â¸â¸) you precious sweet little flower. please donât apologize for long asks - i love them (they just take a while for me to respond to). this was also so, so sweet, and the idea that any of my writing means a lot to you kinda makes me teary âĄ
i would love to read your fanfic! even if you donât finish it! you can always send it my way via dms or share via ask if you wanna stay on anon. or post it and tag me ⥠the fact that i was able to inspire you a little bit is honestly one of the most lovely compliments i could receive and it is truly an honor
(・â˘Ě︿â˘Ě・)
iâm also so grateful that you enjoyed sweatshirt girl ⥠one of my favorite things about fanfiction is that it can give us the stories we need and deserve (or give us the opportunity to write them!). honestly reading grounded all i wanted to do was pick up that raccoon and take him home and feed him warm food and thatâs how sweatshirt girl happened âĄo(âĽďšâĽ)oâĄ
so part of the reason i took a long time to respond is because i was trying to really think about how i write the different rockets. and i decided i only have one âtipâ for you (or rather, one thing that worked for me and which i hope might also work for you.
but you know im gonna take ten paragraphs to get there!
tbh even though i refer to them by their respective authors, i donât think âi need to write rocket like skottie youngâ or âi need to write rocket like james gunn.â i think âi need to know rocket, and understand him, and figure out how he would react & interact in skottie youngâs galaxyâ or âin the mcu.â
my short tip for writing any character is understand what makes them tick. what drives them? what do they long for? how do they hurt? what do they fear? in what ways do their insecurities and survival mechanisms weave together and impact the way they see the world, interact with friends, protect themselves from enemies?
your best tool as a writer of characters is your ability to empathize with them.
know and love your characters the same way you do your best friends. as authors we are playing god with their world and their lives and itâs a little bit of a sacred responsibility to at least make sure we understand them as well as we can âĄ
so for rocket specificallyâŚ
fundamentally, my personal interpretation of rocket in any universe is someone with profound empathy, who feels pain very deeply. and since he hasnât had the opportunity to like, see & practice healthy coping mechanisms lol, he has learned to survive by trying to hide that empathy and that pain under layers of calcification and sarcasm and spikes and blades. and it like, kinda works?? but sometimes it ends up hurting people who donât deserve to be hurt and when he realizes that, the hidden empathy kicks in and he hates himself all over again.
and like many people, rocket also doesnât really want to give up his pain. people tend to fight to keep their most hurtful memories or vulnerabilities locked inside. they build so much of their identities around them.
so the real question comes down to, what is each rocketâs source of pain? how does that impact how he interacts and thinks? what is his support system at the point in time that iâm like, crashing his party? how does that impact his interactions and thoughts?
skottie youngâs rocket gets laid, so heâs not going to be worried about seducing anyone tbh. heâs probably got the most confidence out of all the rockets, at least on the surface. geez, the 2014 run? itâs like. all about his copious ex-girlfriends and about heâs the only one of his kind in the whole universe. if i were gonna write a full fic based on skottie youngâs rocket, iâd base my foundation on the idea that the reason rocket has so many exes is because heâs constantly searching for something that he doesnât believe exists (basically, someone who can make him feel not-alone) and he probably ends up sabotaging his chances every fuckin time he gets close.
ewingâs or rosenbergâs rocket? still canonically gets laid but has gotten treated like dirt enough times â including being betrayed by people he trusts at various points â that heâs always waiting for that to happen. and mcu rocket? that boy is so insecure about his worth on every level that if he has any pleasant interaction with anyone, heâs probably baffled about why the fuck itâs happening.
all this to say: how do you see (each) rocket? how does he move through the galaxy his authors creates for him? and how does that change when you step in and make something different for him?
itâs late here and my brain is foggy so iâm sorry if i didnât fully and properly answer your question, sweet little violet .・ŕź
:*ďž*:âźâż all this to say that if i am successful at all in effectively communicating rocket, itâs more about studying (my interpretation of) who he is in each setting than studying a writerâs style, if that makes sense.
ahhh good night, little love. i am an old baba yaga and i must sleep
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Tysm @hereforthelizardsex !đŚ I think I got tagged in one of these once & I lost it so tysm for thinkinâ of me lol
3 ships: For ones Iâve written/am writing fic for;
1st: Successionâ tomgreg (they are so broken <3)
2nd: Good Omensâ ineffable husbands (they are broken in a different special awful way!)
(Shameless Ao3 plug)
3rd: Tie between Grace & Frankieâ Grace x Frankie (do they have a ship name?,) Homura x Madoka (theyâre kids tho so I donât really âshipâ it, I just love their angst)
First ever ship:
Aside from having IRL friends on here now (lmao outed help,) this was a teeeeeny tiny ship, but I shipped the nerds from Drake and Josh (Craig and Eric) because they were clearly gay coded in the show and I liked the angst.
Only one other person wrote fic at the time; I thought she was so wise âcause I was 13 and she was 16 lol. AyanamiEraclea, wherever you are, I remember youâŚ

(Cringe review help lmao)
Also book! Johnlock pre-BBC show; didnât think it made sense in the show but I liked it book-canon (one of my fav fics of all time <3
Last song: Ventura Highwayâ America <3
Last movie: EVE OF DESTRUCTION which is simultaneously one of the worst and most bizarrely entertaining movies of all time (on tape, of course)
Currently reading: Absolutely nothing because Iâm awful! Maybe Iâll read Brideshead Revisited again idk (oh and I ship Charles/Sebastian/Julia because I'm a bisexual mess lol)
Currently watching: Our Flag Means Death <3 (cannot wait to start shipping them hard af lol)
Currently consuming: Kratom! (it may be bad for me)
Currently craving: Just for everything to stop being soâŚ.. aaaaaaaa *Crowley screaming pic here*
9 people! (jk 12 b/c i couldnât choose)
If youâve done this before/tagged me once sorry lol & not all yâall are mutuals but anywayz, @fantasticskystuff , @missoneminute , @cordeliaflyte , @aspiringasparagus , @ingravinoveritas , @dumbbitchawards , @blueayame , @gregmarriage , @charitycase33 , @bluebeewings , @faggyangel , @neiltheyrehomosexualsâ¨
#tomgreg#succ#succession#good omens#ineffable husbands#drake and josh#ao3#fanfiction#homura akemi#madoka magica#homumado#<- nice name lol#grace and frankie#grace x frankie#madoka x homura#ventura highway#kratom#brideshead revisited#tag game#johnlock#sherlock#ofmd#our flag means death#blackbonnet#gentlebeard#craig and eric#<- i wanna see if this tag exists lmao#tom wambsgans#greg hirsch#aziraphale
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