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Love to Spare - Part 3 (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader)

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!Reader Friendship, fluff Word count: 2.1k Part 2 Part 4 Masterpost

Summary: Anthony helps you navigate your first ball

You approached that oncoming social season with more anxiety than you had ever felt in your life. Your mother took what little money you could spare to outfit you with an array of shimmering, impractical gowns, and she began attending teas with the other society women, inserting your family name into conversations and trying to establish the narrative that you were quite ready to find a match and start a family, now that you had learned enough from your father to ensure a robust education for your future children.

Anthony called on you just after arriving in town, and the two of you walked through your small back garden while your mother sat in a corner as chaperone, looking entirely too hopeful at the sight of you together.

“Dear god, Anthony, you must help me survive this.” You whispered harshly. “This is your world, not mine, I have no idea what I’m doing.”

He chuckled deep in his chest. “I don’t know that I’ve ever seen you quite so flustered. You certainly can’t behave this way on the dance floor.”

“I won’t.” You swatted at him lightly. “I know how to dance, I just don’t know who to dance with. I’ve hardly ever interacted with your set. I’m already going to be an oddity, the poor little destitute spinster swooping in at the last minute for scraps, and I know they’ll all be talking about me. I suppose I don’t care. I just don’t want to feed into anyone’s perceptions of me. I want to talk to the right people, keep my head down, find a generally respectable man and be done with it.”

He smiled wryly. “You talk about finding a match like it’s a business transaction.”

“And you don’t?” You volleyed back at him.

He tilted his head in that way that showed annoyance but concession. “So you are not looking for great wealth or titles, just a stable reputation and average income?”

“Yes.” You nodded firmly.

“I shall also add a degree of kindness to the criteria. And proximity. I won’t have you marrying some brute or a Scotsman who’s going to whisk you off to who knows where.” He looped his arm around yours as you rounded a corner of hedgerows.

You scoffed. “Trying to find someone with property in or close to London is going to narrow the prospects, surely. Those are the wealthier families.”

“Perhaps, but it also means I can keep a closer eye on this fellow, whoever he turns out to be.”

“Anthony,” you stopped short, tugging on his arm so he faced you. “Are you intending to spy on me and my future husband?”

“Y/f/n,” he said shortly, eyes burning intently, “I intend to ensure your wellbeing. I will do everything in my power to help you find a suitable match, but even then, a lot of these vagabonds put on their best faces for the season, but are imbeciles or monsters behind closed doors. I want to know who he is, who his people are, and what the rumors are from his estates. I want to know that he will take care of you and your family. If that turns out not to be the case after you are wed, I will hear about it and I will rectify it. You deserve nothing less.”

You were rooted to the spot, gratitude fluttering breathlessly in your chest as tears threatened the corners of your eyes. This was a father’s role, to look after you in such a way, and he was stepping in without even being asked, as if it were his natural obligation. He could see that you were overcome and gave your arm a gentle squeeze. “I will help you through this, you have my word. The first ball is Lady Danbury’s, two nights from now. I will find you when you arrive and be at your disposal for the night.”

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Lady Danbury’s ball, the first of your life, was overwhelming. Outfitted in a silver gown and accompanied by your nervous mother, you moved slowly through the crowds, towering palms and flower arrangements of the space, a cavernous ballroom of one of the ton’s new money families. Columns swept up to the vaulted ceiling and couples swept expertly across the dance floor. You secured a dance card to your wrist and then promptly started to melt into the wall until a familiar voice whispered warmly in your ear.

“You look absolutely lovely.” You jumped, but it was just Anthony, of course, smiling proudly at you. It was the first time you had ever seen him in tails and you began to understand his rakish reputation. He was devastatingly handsome. “Might I have your first dance?”

You smirked at each other sarcastically as he added his name to your card but then immediately pulled you onto the floor as the music began. Happily, it was a waltz, easy enough for you to remember and glide through without making a fool of yourself.

“So, how are you feeling?” He asked, a peacocking smile on his face. He loved having the upper hand of experience in this setting, that was clear.

“I’m alright.” You smiled. This was actually somewhat fun. “Are you just dancing with me to draw attention and make the other men think I am more desirable than I actually am?” You quirked an eyebrow at him conspiratorially.

“That was the idea.” He grinned, twirling you under his arm. “I think it’s working. All eyes are on you.”

You wrapped your arm around his shoulders and looked behind him as you moved across the floor. Heads indeed were turning, eyes were trying to meet yours, a nod or two was aimed in your direction. Blonde men, dark haired men, tall and short and old and young.

You leaned in toward his ear, “Thank you,” you whispered.

His hand pressed tighter into your back. “I’m only doing half the work. You really do look lovely. They should be falling over themselves to dance with you.” You squeezed his hand affectionately, and he continued. “But I have a few names in mind, gentlemen that I think meet our criteria. I will introduce them to you. And keep an eye out for anyone who interests you. I will tell you who they truly are.”

The dance was drawing to an end as you pulled away from each other, hands clasped and outstretched. “Why Lord Bridgerton,” you smirked. “How could I do this without you?” Both smiling, you dropped your hands and bowed, then you followed him off the dance floor and into a sea of black coattails and eager eyes. Anthony introduced you to so many sirs and barons, even a marquis and an earl, that your head began to spin. Your dance card was quickly filled and then you worked down the list, swirling across the dance floor as Anthony and your mother stood watch from the perimeter.

You were surprised how very few of the men on your dance card were physically repulsive. You had assumed you would only be of interest to widowed old toads, and while one of them might have been said to match that description, the others were decent looking men close enough to you in age. But unfortunately, they all proved to be either devastatingly dull or insultingly arrogant. Within three sentences exchanged, it became clear why these men had not yet married, despite their titles or reputations. One spent the entire dance describing the issues he had with his carriage axles on the ride in, and the other insisted that he would not keep books in his family home because he didn’t want a wife to be distracted away from her childrearing duties.

You plastered a smile to your face, feigning interest and biting your tongue as you moved automatically through the steps of each dance, praying for it to end. You began to feel guilty that Anthony’s selections for you were all proving to be unbearable failures, and on your fourth dance, your mind began to drift. You held onto the man’s shoulders as he spun you around the room, a lanky blonde baron whose name you had already forgotten, and let your eyes cast around for anything more interesting to focus on than what he was saying.

That’s when you saw him. It could have been that he stood out a bit taller than most of the other men, or it could have been that his brand of handsome was precisely to your taste, but in retrospect you think it was because there was something so familiar about him, almost as if you had met him before. With black hair and smiling eyes, he was laughing, and you immediately felt drawn to him. A minute later, when the baron pivoted you toward the same corner, the man was still there, drinking champagne. You could only snap your attention away when your dance partner called your name, but you didn’t much care if he found you rude. You wouldn’t be speaking to him again after that dance, which mercifully ended a few moments later.

Then there was the dance with the widowed toad, and you couldn’t help your eyes from scanning across the room for the dark haired man. He had moved, and you saw his back in a knot of people. At one point you could have sworn he turned and met your eyes, but then the toad lowered you into a dip and you held your breath as his garlicky smell bore down on you. When finally released from his clutches, you excused yourself from the dance floor and moved to a corner, desperately drowning a glass of lemonade, wishing more than anything that it was gin. This ball was becoming more of what you had always assumed - lots of pomp and beauty, but dull and rotten within. Shortly, Anthony appeared at your side.

“What do you think? Anyone worth pursuing?”

You swallowed the lemonade with a grimace. “Anthony, I deeply, deeply appreciate that you are helping me, but…”

He sighed, anticipating the rest of your thought. “Alright. I knew this would be difficult.” He grumbled.

You grew a big indignant. “I need to marry, Anthony, but I insist on someone with half a brain in their head, a modicum of respect for women, and who doesn’t smell like a barnyard.”

He rolled his eyes and huffed, but you could tell he understood. “Alright then. Let’s have you pick. Anyone here catching your eye? I’m ready to list off the litany of their misdeeds.”

You shot him a sour look, then turned back to survey the room. It took a minute of searching, but then you found him in a nearby corner, arms crossed, looking bemused.

“Him,” you nodded in the dark haired man’s direction.

Anthony, sipping his own glass of lemonade, followed your gaze and then swallowed hard, his eyes going wide. “Him?!”

“Yes, him.” You said assertively.

Anthony set down his glass, shaking his head. “No. Not that one. Surely you mean some other gentleman.”

“Anthony,” You gritted your teeth. “The tall, dark haired one. Tell me about him.”

Then he pointed outright. “That man?”

“Yes,” You hissed and batted his arm down. “Stop pointing! Who is he?”

He turned back to you and pressed his lips together, his whole face turning red with repressed laughter. He looked about to bust at the seams.

“Oh no,” You groaned. “What’s wrong with him? You’re about to tell me he’s the most scandal-riddled lecher, who’s penniless and has a wake of bastards behind him, aren’t you?”

Anthony kept shaking his head, snorting and staring at the floor.

“Anthony,” You punched him lightly in the shoulder, not much caring who saw. “Stop laughing! You are not helping me! Tell me who he is. Is he attached? What…”

“Oh look, he’s coming this way.” He suddenly straightened and wiped the smirk from his face, standing puffed and proud at your side as the dark haired man approached. You turned to face him and nearly dropped your glass. He grew more handsome with each step closer, as the details of his features came into view. Tall and lean, with long slender fingers, a tie playfully worn askew, perfectly tousled hair, and a crooked smile spreading across his face.

“Benedict,” Anthony bellowed, beckoning him into your circle. “Please let me introduce you to Miss y/n.”

You clambered to set your glass down and extend your hand. A gentle grasping of your fingers would have been appropriate, but the tall man bent and kissed you through your glove, his eyes never leaving yours, sparkling, grey and mischievous. You forgot to breathe until Anthony spoke again.

“Miss y/l/n, this is Benedict Bridgerton. My brother.”

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selastheblue · 6 months

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Not So Paradise Afterall

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Peering into the keyhole of the front door of her new property Dahlia frowned, "It doesn't look broken, but the key isn't turning. You're sure it's the right key?"

Standing behind her, Nils was also frowning, "I'm sure it is. Positive. It goes to the backdoor and shop door too. Lets try it on those before we consider calling a locksmith." And with a nod from Dahlia the two of them walked to the shop entry on the right side of the front of the building.

Thankfully this door was much more yielding, and while it took some jostling and a little prayer to have the key turn, once it did the door creaked open ominously. Beyond was a large poorly lit room, with only the front bay window as its only source of light. A counter was visible at the far end, with a closed door behind it. To the left side of the room piled high was an assortment of very old furniture that reached out about halfway into the space, and along the wall a built in shelf covered in all kinds of oddities and baubles.

With a light cough as he and Dahlia entered, Nils commented, "Ah well, spose it would be dusty wouldn't it?"

Dahlia walked in slowly, and paused by the counter, eyeing the disturbed dust there, "And look here. Rat tracks disturbing the dust. I'll need to see if I can get some traps." She dragged her finger through the layer of grey before wiping it off on her pants, and suddenly sneezing.

Nils however was more interested in the furniture piled into the corner, beelining for it before inspecting an old rocker. "You know you could probably clean some of these up and sell them. They look like they are in good condition."

"Oh yeah?" She asked, walking nearer to the pile, "Think they're worth anything, or just old junk?"

"Well maybe with a new coat of varnish, and some sanding. But most of these are really detailed, and might have some history to them. Like this one here has got the old Silverbark Logging symbol on it." He touched a small desk near the front, then their attention was suddenly diverted by a knock on the front door!

"No one should know we're here..." Dahlia commented, confused eyes meeting a matching pair from Nils. After a pause the knock repeated, and she walked to the door with Nils behind her. With a creak that could wake the dead did she open the door to be greeted by a face she didn't expect to see today, but a familiar one all the same.

"Taylor?" She spoke, stunned and blinking up at the very tall man, "Wait what are you doing here?"

Height wasn't Taylor's most defining feature, that would have been his deep red skin, and the matching horns that sprung out of his black seemingly perpetually greasy hair. And the tail. The tail was a bit odd as well. Teiflings weren't unheard of in this part of Barscaroth, but were certainly uncommon. As far as Dahlia knew he was the only resident one in Slumberton.

He also unfortunately had a bit of a reputation. Among the folk that attended the markets there were claims he was a thief, a wallet snatcher. Dahlia had once overheard that he had been caught trying to sneak into the Downy Dream Inn's cellar after-hours. And then of course there were the numerous accusations of him 'seducing' people's sons or daughters with his 'devil magic'.

Dahlia of course knew most of that to be only rumors and conjecture based solely on his happenstance of birth. If she had been asked to describe him she would have gone with words like dramatic, impulsive, funny, mischievous, and friend.

"What am I doing here? Darling, what are you doing here in this old abandoned shack?" He replied immediately, "I caught you heading inside with this old man, and feared the worst!"

"Old!?" Nils piped up, offended as he eyed this unexpected visitor up and down. Dressed in a cream colored shirt and well fitted trousers with red lilies embroidered around the left hip, Dahlia's own work.

While her elder cousin was embarrassed and offended Dahlia smiled and laughed at her friend's crassness, "He's not that old, Taylor! This is my cousin, Nils Bryant. And this 'shack' is mine now, I guess?" A part of her was still processing the immense gift.

"Yours? Where the hells did you get the coin for somethin' like this?" Taylor asked, quite surprised at her explanation, his cinder-glowing eyes opening wide.

"A family friend passed recently. He left it to me. Would you like to come inside? We were just taking stock of things. Cousin Nils does carpentry work and will be helping my fix the place up." She stepped aside a bit more, giving room for her friend to enter even as she pretended not to see Nils' scowl in her direction.

Stepping inside the red fellow had to duck to avoid hitting the door frame and yet still there was a little skrit sound as his horns barely scraped the wood.

"I think I'll take you up on that. Thank you, dear." He thanked her sweetly, even as Nils gave him the stink eye. "Oh my, that is a bit of a mess, isn't it?" And he strode confidently over to the piled furniture and shelf. Something caught his eye and quick as a biting snake his hand whipped up and out, snatching something off an upper shelf that Dahlia and Nils could hardly see.

With a delighted grin Taylor cupped his hands, obscuring from them what he had snatched, "Well isn't this just precious?"

Walking over to stand next to him Dahlia asked, "What did you find?"

"Something quite delightful, I'm afraid." And he opened his hands for her to see, revealing a taxidermied mouse. It was dressed in a tiny plaid vest with a chimneysweep's hat, and it had been posed to hold a smoking pipe in one paw.

Dahlia's giggle erupted suddenly and gently plucked the stuffed mouse from Taylor's hand, "Terribly delightful, I'm afraid!"

Taylor scoffed as she copied his more formal and flowery language, "Hey I found it first, finders keepers?"

"You want the creepy stuffed mouse corpse? Suuure...." and she placed it back in his hand.

"You just said it was delightful!" He laughed accusatorily, smiling as he inspected it once more.

But Dahlia just shrugged, "It can be morbid, creepy, and weirdly cute." Then she stepped over, opening the door to the kitchen and peering inside, "Oh hey this is a nice little cozy kitchen!"

Nils followed her quickly through the door, while Taylor first gave a glance around the main shop space, a feeling of being observed unshakeable. Shaking his head he turned and promptly whacked his head into the doorframe.

"Fuckin' hells....." he grumbled, then ducked to fit his head and horns, closing the door to the front of the first floor a little more forcefully than was really necessary.

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Shaken to his bones as the door slammed shut, leaving only the most dread inducing silences, Flicker remained frozen there on the shelf where merely a minute ago he had nearly been snatched up by that terrifying red bean.

When the front door of the building had screamed announcing entry Flicker was dumbfounded, and froze right to where he stood on the uppermost shelves behind stacks of old furniture. Seeing the beans lumber around before that loud knock that must've echoed through the house. He had hoped desperately that they would leave, and never come back, but the things they spoke of... they shattered his once dream of having this place just for himself and his colony.

Flicker had briefly debated fleeing the room while the beans attended the door, but when that towering red one stepped into sight he didn't dare move an inch. The horned head of the fellow lined up perfectly with the shelf Flicker stood on, and any movement would attract attention.

So there he stood as the beans voices thundered around him, and the red one strolled ever nearer. Nearer, and nearer until those burning pupils landed on that upper shelf, scanning it. Suddenly, quicker then an bean should ever move the great grasping fingers reached up like pillars of saffron horror. Time seemed to stop, all his muscles had seized, his breath was stolen by the open hand that dwarfed him.

But it didn't come for him, but the small decorative mouse he stood near to. The fingers that could snap him in half without consideration snatched the figurine and the moment that seemed to last as an infinite horror was quite quickly past, as the beans discussed the object.

Not hardly a minute later they had moved on to the kitchen, leaving Flicker to collect his smashed illusions. Taking it all in was a lot, but as he heard the sound of shoes on stairs a new horror crept into his heart. His colony!! His friends were only in a desk afterall. A desk the beans might very well try and open or worse, take from the house!

That got his feet moving with all speed, as he bolted over to the small hole in the wood paneled wall. Within he had been hard at work with his fellows to try and build out a traversable network of passages. Floors, walls, ceilings all with nails as ladders, or walkways over great chasms that descended several levels, some perhaps even down to the cellar itself.

From below him as he climb he could still hear their voices, that red one was especially loud as there was some kind of yell, or cheer?

They're in the basement, I can get the colony to the attic crawlspace, or maybe in the wall-tunnels. he decided as he practically flew up the nail rungs, I'm such an idiot, we should have never come here...

The wayfinder stopped and turned, reaching to pull himself up to another set of nail ladders, before slipping in through the back of the desk to a huddle of panicked faces.

From the other side of the huddled group Wick scowled at him and growled, "You didn't say anything about beans."

"I didn't know." He responded a bit lamely, "You can complain at me later. We need to get everyone into the wall, and all our stuff. Anything that would make it obvious we were here."

"Are you kidding we don't have time to mov-" Wick started to argue before he was promptly shushed by Pint, Pestle and Caramel.

The latter of which took charge, "Food, tools and personal stuff first. Then we come back. Flick, keep an ear out and warn us when the beans come upstairs. Wick, cut down the ladders there." And Caramel pointed to the toothpicks that had been tied together to make ladders to the upper half of the rolltop desk.

And the colony leapt to their tasks! Bodies moving in a buzz as Flicker headed back out and into the wall, only to stop near a knot hole in the wooden paneling near the floor of the second level's hallway. A perfect view of the staircase landing.

With twelve steps up the staircase Flicker knew that by the time the beans got to the top of the stairs he would be able to dash up the nail ladder next to him and be at the hold in the back of the rolltop desk. All was quiet for several minutes but as the first step creaked loudly, Flicker didn't hesitate, climbing with all haste!

Creak

One set of steps up the stairs. But then... silence? Flicker paused. Listening for any more steps as he hung off the final rung, inches from the hole. Then far closer then he would have liked he heard the creaking of a door opening, the door to the room his friends were in!

They were smart enough to leave the rolltop desk down, so that would buy a bit of time, but as he arrived at the opening he saw only three of his fellow borrowers remaining in the desk. Cuppa, Pestle, and Stem. They all looked up at Flicker with nervous expressions. They heard the bean in the room, footsteps creaking the floors with each slow and methodical steps.

Gesturing to be quiet with a pointer finger across his lips Flicker slunk into the desk, picking up what he could even as he pointed to the hole in the back. The others nodded, and did their best to move quietly, though they were no wayfinders being so small and contained in a closed desk what sounds they did made Flicker was sure were muffled and inaudible outside.

Just as Cuppa neared the hole, the last to depart besides Flicker himself, was there a muttered bean voice from outside. "What a fine desk. Wonder if its got anything-"

Flicker recognized it as the red bean's voice, and as the front of the desk was jostled Cuppa gasped. The sound was so loud she dropped what she was holding to cover her ears and cower, until Flicker shot over to her side. Hoping that the noise covered his footsteps and the bag of seeds Cuppa dropped Flicker helped her to stand, and pushed her through the hole into Pestle's arms, tossing the seed bag in after her.

Then he turned back and glanced at what was left in the desk that might give them away. Anything he could grab quickly. He spotted a backpack, forgotten in the hurry, and a cloak hung on the side. He bolted for the backpack first, right dead center of the desk.

"Hah, well see about that\~" the bean's voice whispered just outside, a chuckle echoing into the desk as the chair outside creaked. He had become seated. Then Flicker heard a sound he didn't immediately recognize, a scratching, scraping metal on metal. And then the Wayfinder's eyes grew wide, and he bolted this time not to the cloak, but to one of the drawers. While the hole was open, he didn't think he would make it in time.

And his instincts were correct.

"You see mister lock, you didn't stand a ghost of a chance." The smug voice of the red bean purred, filling the space, "Now anything interesting?" He mused to himself, and Flicker flinched as he heard a nearby drawer open.

"Cotton? Well odd, but I suppose? Ah, for holding jewelry, certainly." He reasoned as Flicker quietly wiggled to be below all the cotton blankets. His last line of defense against this bean's probing eyes...! Then another drawer opened, and another..!

They drew nearer and nearer until Flicker made out nearing footsteps, and the red fellow greeted someone, "In here, darling, come take a peek at this!"

And the woman replied, "Something interesting?" As she entered the room, "Oh that is a nice desk! And... wait what's that...?" Flicker's heart pounded away. Had he forgotten something? Did they hear him? Did one of the others get seen? The ensuing silence was nearly as deafening as the bean voices from a moment before, and he briefly wondered if they could hear his shaking from inside his hiding place.

But then he hear in the softest tone he'd ever heard a bean use, ".....isn't that just cute?" It was the woman, with a tone of awe and wonderment.

"Is it a.... a tiny cloak? Did a dollmaker live here or somethin'? Might explain the swatches of fabric in the drawers too." the louder voice of the red fellow suggested.

"I have no idea." she responded, "We have more house to see, I wonder what else is here...?" and her voice became more distant, and she, and the other bean he could tell began to move from the room.

As they departed Flicker caught only a bit of their next conversation, "Oh take this, it's the desk's key. It was locked inside somehow. You're really quite lucky I happened to come ac...."

Flicker took a minute to collect himself. To let his heart slow back down to a normal level, and for his mind to formulate what he should do next. He practically heard Buckle's voice in his head. 'Up now lad. Ya ain't got much fer time an' they're sure to be back. Scramble home, Wayfinder.'

And up Flicker got and pushed the drawer back open then sprinted to the hole at the back of the desk, where a wooden piece had been gently wedged in to disguise the borrower access hole. He glanced for the cloak, but didn't see it, and wouldn't have stopped for it anyway at that point. The beans had seen it, and it was now for all intents and purposes lost. But he wouldn't let himself be lost to the beans.

With a nearly inaudible 'click' the passage was sealed once more, and Flicker lead the other three towards the attic where the rest of the colony had planned to gather, farther from the reach of any potential beans.

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wild-magick-child · 7 months

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Welcome to The Pendle Witches

I am Lyrod the Bizarre, 13th Gen Hereditary Wizard of the Pendle Line.

I'm what you would call an Incarnated Elemental, specifically a Unicorn Dwarf. My specific Faenotype will not be discussed publicly! My family has practiced the Arcane Arts for at least 4 centuries that we know of. My siblings and I learned the Craft from family members, especially our grandmother, who still practiced when we were children. We are the 13th generation of our line.

I thought it would be fun to structure this like a D&D Character Sheet!

(picture by me: my best Glamour shot! LOL)

Profession: Painter; Philosopher

Discipline: Depictumancy

Human Design: 2/4 Emotional Manifestor

Title: Hereditary Wizard; Enchanter

Skill Tree:

Hereditary Magick

Hearthcraft (Kitchencraft, Cottagecraft, Greencraft)

Cryptography (working with codes & ciphers is a big part of what I do and is part of my Family Craft)

Art Magick

Mirror Magick

Natural/Elemental Magick

Celtic Faeriecraft

Thrifty Witchery

Cartomancy (Tarot/Playing Cards)

Farmer's Almanac as a Guide

Depictumancy (Art Magick)

Sigilcraft

Paint Magick (Acrylic, Watercolor, Oil, Pastel)

Drawing Magick (Pen, Pencil, Charcoal, Colored Pencils)

Ink Magick (magickal inks, writing, sigils, etc)

Moon Paint Water

Storm Paint Water

Pen & Paper Magick (Writing/Magickal Scripting)

Magickal Crafting

What I post: Traditional Witchcraft Knowledge; Thought-provoking Posts, Spiritual Messages, Alchemy Knowledge, Wizard Knowledge, Furry Stuff. (My main blog is on my Ko-fi, which is linked)

What I Sell (via Ko-fi): Spells; eBoS; Crystal Elixirs; Ritual Soaps; Spell Candles; Curiosities & Oddities

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Witchcraft Resources:

The REAL spelling of Magick, and why it's not actually about Crowley (and never was):

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sakumafangs · 1 year

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Globetrotter Challenge: Round 3 Spring in Strangerville

“ Are you sure we ain’t lost? This don’t look like Granite Falls..” - Amu While on their way to their next destination of Granite Falls the group ends up stuck in the odd desert town of Strangerville. After looking around for a place to pitch their tent they end up finding an abandoned trailer to stay in after finding the seemingly lovely space of Shady Acres. “ My phone signal is jammed... why don’t we haul up in that trailer over there? Then we can figure out how the heck to get out of here. “ - Maki They then learn the roads to leave are mysteriously closed by a few men in suits within the area who have been investigating who told the three that until the investigation is done they’d have to wait until the end of Spring to head themselves off to Granite Falls. After settling in they saw what seemed to be a nice blonde townie so the three tried to speak with her... but things didn’t seem quite right. They were smiling eerily, said something about “the mother” which definitely made the three question what was going on in the town between that, some odd pod looking plants around & the amount of military and men in suits around seemingly hiding something. They decide to try seeing what is happening and investigate the oddities of town now that they’re stuck there for until the end of Spring. “ I think we’ll be fine... Right? It says on that sign we’re in Shady Acres, Strangerville! How bad can it be? “ - Kurama

Spring: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6

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galacta-phantasma · 2 years

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Writing masterpost

As it says on the tin, this is a collection of all my fics on AO3! It'll be updated when a new one is posted, but I'll still be making a separate post for each new chapter/story. Do note that fics in a series will just be listed under the series they're in, unless they're multichaptered

Pokemon:

once more, a bit to the left : 23/23 chapters. Dawn fails in the final fight against Volo, and is sent back to fix it... again. This is how Dawn deals with it all, and accidentally-on-purpose terrifying everyone in the process.

ingo & dawn arrive 15 minutes late with potato mochi : 3 part series detailing the return of Dawn and Ingo, with an accompanying laugh track

undead tracks : 2 part series. An incredibly short ghost!Akari and vampire!twins au

the only sign : oneshot. The only sign anything had happened was the clatter of a chair hitting the floor

PLA but dawn has a litwick : oneshot. au where everything is the same, but Dawn gets sent back with a Litwick as well, and causes some heart attacks along the way

blessed champion : oneshot. Yes, Dawn was strange. But she was their Champion and savior, and Sinnoh protects its own with a fierce love rivaling that of a mother Bewear. It only makes sense for those oddities to follow her into the past, where they were arguably needed most.

earth-shaking menace : oneshot. Akari recreates (discovers?) Earthquake. Rei wonders if its too late to change his name and flee the region.

space's burden : oneshot. Arceus and Giratina have plans. Dialga is acting strange. Palkia’s stuck in the middle, trying to keep everything from falling apart.

hilda gets trolled : oneshot. Hilda keeps running into this girl, and every time she forgets to ask her name. Yet she can't shake the feeling that she's seen her before... Meanwhile, Dawn is on vacation and traveling to Nimbasa City.

once more, rewritten and to the side : 25/25. A rewrite of "once more, a bit to the left". Dawn fails in the final fight against Volo, and is sent back to fix it... again (thanks, Arceus). This is how she deals with it all, and accidentally (read: purposefully) terrifies everyone in the process.

Kirby:

sparkling stars : oneshot. On a day like any other in Dreamland, Kirby looked up. This wasn’t really remarkable. What was unusual was the lack of anything to look at. The sky was a clear blue with not a cloud in sight. No leaves or petals or butterflies flew about with the wind. The sun shined as it always did - just in the opposite direction of where he was looking. He took a few steps back, blinking like he was making sure something was there. Then he smiled, and turned to run back to his home.

funhouse mirror : oneshot. Kirby stared into the eyes of a distorted reflection of himself. Void stared back.

counting tiles until sunrise : oneshot. Both he and Shadow were heavy sleepers, so this wasn’t a problem for them. It was a problem for Daroach, who had sensitive hearing and was a light sleeper.

like falling in slow motion : oneshot. Marx's sleeping schedule seems to change with the phases of the moon, and then hits him when he least expects it with a steel chair

The Ultimate Quest to the Grocery Store : oneshot. It's up to Dark Meta Knight to save the day... by going to the store. Unfortunately, life seems to have it out for him today.

wrath of the galaxy : oneshot. Galacta finds out Meta's been captured by Haltmann Works. Safe to say, they're not pleased about it.

How to Win a Date in Less Than 10 Minutes, a Short Guide by Dark Meta : oneshot. Dameta wants to ask a certain leader of the Squeak Squad out, but isn't sure how. So he does what he does best: apply force and hope for the best.

in what regard does the butterfly hold the bird? : oneshot. Galacta Knight and Morpho Knight were not always the feared knights they are today. A very long time ago, their names were Kirby and Meta Knight. Or: an au in which, due to space-time shenanigans, Kirby and Meta end up in the past and become Galacta and Morpho.

can't help falling (apart/in love) : oneshot. Gaining powers granted by Galactic NOVA, dying, bringing yourself back to life with the clockwork star's broken pieces out of sheer force of will, dying again, and being resurrected again has... interesting effects on Marx's body's sense of time. But even though it hurts, it's somewhat alright. Because Magolor will always be there to guide him back to the present.

Devil May Cry:

brought together by needle and thread : oneshot. It would make Dante happy if he agreed, and he could keep the props afterwards as a memento. The only problem is that he would be seen wearing the outfit in public. The logical thing to do, Vergil decides, is to draw Yamato and stab himself.

for my brother wears a stranger's face : oneshot. In a last minute decision, Dante summons his Doppelganger to bring Lady and Trish to Nero and V so that all four of them can escape, leaving him to become Cavaliere Angelo in Trish’s place. A month later, Nero helps V take down the Elder Geryon Knight while Trish searches for the Sparda. This is the aftermath.

Assassin's Creed:

these hands were made for... : oneshot. Ezio is a man drowning in blood. But a certain artist shows him that his hands can create more than just corpses.

they can fly, but they can't drive : oneshot. The most important thing for survival in the Rooks had nothing to do with how well you fought. It’s learning to avoid any road or sidewalk whenever either of the Fryes took control of a carriage. Or: How the Rooks collectively developed a 6th sense to avoid being run over by their bosses.

Resident Evil:

passing storms in your area : oneshot. Piers, a quiet day at home, and the start of it getting better

RGG:

love, twisting into infinity : oneshot. It's a devotion that goes both ways. For children of the night, nothing could be sweeter.

FFXV:

the shape of a heart : oneshot. The Aspect of magic Noctis excels in is that of the soul, and for every advantage, there is a drawback.

the sky, the sea, the storm : oneshot. The waves crash over them, and together they go into the deep.

a fin-tastic morning : oneshot. When he was younger, Noctis once fantasized about carrying all of his lover's clutches at once, a fantasy he's glad died as soon as it was born. Now, a few years after taking Prompto's and Gladio's eggs, it's finally Ignis's turn.

#jet mumbles

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Masterpost of TMA Big Bang 2020 Fics

To prevent clogging up anyone’s dash, we have put all of these fics under a read more since there are 28 wonderful fics created for this bang, which makes for a bit of a long post! Below the cut are links and summaries to all the fics created for this bang!

In addition to this post, you can also check out our fic page (which you can find here)! The fic page includes links to all the fics, art, and the team members that helped create them! You can also use some basic filters for rating and oneshot/multichapter to find fics.

Thank you again to all our participants, and we will see you next year!

Your Job’s A Joke (You’re Broke) by @bisexualoftheblade and @desert-lily

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27590578

Summary: Working at the Magnus Institute was stressful by default. With monsters, mayhem, and potential primordial entities, it has very little expectations for being a comfortable job. However, everyone is allowed to have a little fun sometimes - even an archivist, their assistants, and their really creepy boss. Fueled by spite and a rampant lack of heterosexuality, they all try to balance their work life with a bit of fun and a healthy dose of bullying twelve-times divorced Elias Bouchard.

I Know The End by @williammatagot

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27947966

Summary: Except, for all that beautiful poetry, Eliot was wrong, because the world doesn’t end with a bang, sure, but it doesn’t end with a whimper, either. It ends with the distant-yet-deafening voice of the man Martin loves shouting through a ragged, wild throat--I open the door. (The world ends, Jon shatters, and Martin tries to fix it. The house tries, too, in its own way.)

From the Depth of the Spiral by @trickstergod14

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27842941

Summary: Michael had no idea what was going on. He suddenly woke up in the tunnels under the Magnus Institute with no memories of the past seven years after that fateful trip to Sannikov Land. Watch as he slowly spirals into madness, regaining his memories while strengthening his bond with the Distortion along the way. Can he hide all this from the other Archival Assistants? What will happen when Jon wakes up from his coma? And what does the newly crowned Distortion Avatar, Helen, have to do with all this?

Every Word I Say is Kindling (But The Smoke Clears When You’re Around) by @ohnoimdeathing

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27956897

Summary: The unknowing left Jon stirring in the nightmares of others, watching their torment and suffering and making everything worse. He wanted to wake up, to go back to Martin, Tim, Basira, even Daisy. But he didn’t know how to. Until a voice told him to choose Though, to be honest, he doesn’t remember actually making the choice to stay a monster and live rather than be human and die. The only injury the doctors will talk about is his missing eyes, and why are all the doctors Scottish? At least Martin is here.

Spinning ‘Round (like two sides of a coin) by @awayofunderstandingit

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27835756

Summary: Time is a construct. What we know as past, present, and future all exist at the same time, ad infinitum. • Guided not by time but a spoken word poem, follow along the lives of two intertwined souls, Timothy Stoker and Sasha James. The story of their friendship from the time they meet, through growing apart, to when they fall back together, and through their time working at the Magnus Institute. Witness slices of their lives—not memories, memories would suggest the past—as they exist, ad infinitum, even at The End.

retrouvailles by @jet-siquliak

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27818092

Summary: The Magnus Institute burns. The archivist, for all intents and purposes, burned with it. In a dingy hospital room lies what remains - Jonathan sims. weak, powerless, and insignificant. On Jon’s last day in the hospital, Martin awakes from a coma, unscathed. Melanie King kicks the dirt that once housed the institute. Tim stoker wakes up in the middle of nowhere. Elias Bouchard is dead. No one knows where to go from there. Or: the destruction of one home and the making of another.

Still, I’ll Always Keep the Memory by @revolutionnaire-e

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27932125

Summary: [MARTIN turns, stepping out of the shadows towards him. It is blood, not tears. His left eye is not his own. His eyes never shone that blinding green, never shone with such malice or self-satisfied pride.] MARTIN BLACKWOOD Pleasure to see you again, Archivist.

Making Home by @cuddlytogas

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27664805

Summary: After the events in the Panopticon, Jon and Martin rush to leave London. But making their home in an idyllic safe house isn't that easy: between the layer of dust, and Forsaken still clinging to Martin's heels, it could be some time before they reach an understanding.

called your name ‘til the fever broke by @corpsesoldier

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27845161

Summary: Basira made a promise to her partner. At the end of the world, a monster comes and demands she keep it.

assorted family photos by @lesbianbirds

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27903979

Summary: When setting off on a research trip, it is advised that you prepare yourself for certain oddities that may greet you. or; key moments in a world where the entities are weaker and everyone got a bit more therapy

Timothy Stoker’s Guide to Dating by @pezilla

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27841267

Summary: Timothy Stoker has a lot of advice when it comes to matters of the heart, online agony aunt, gossip monger and general love guru. He has a list and he sticks to it. Or he did. That was before he took a job at the Magnus Institute and before he met three of the most fascinating and frustrating people to ever come into his life. Rule #7 under no circumstances fall for a co-worker. Yeah, that rule was starting to become a problem.

Running the Institute by @drowsy-salamander

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27878306

Summary: Caroline Ferguson, the entirety of the Magnus Institute's legal department, is furiously ignoring any weirdness that could be going on in her workplace, from the tech issues to the vanishing colleagues to the everything about Artefact Storage, Caroline will turn a very deliberate blind eye. They're are not her problem. Now if only those murders could also stop.

kindred spirits (not so scarce as I used to think) by @pollylittlehigher-littlelower

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27914821

Summary: An Anne of Green Gables inspired AU, set in modern day England. Jon and Georgie are childhood best friends, but the two stop talking after a falling out. Even doing their best to avoid each other, Georgie struggles to escape him, even while dealing with her own mental health issues and a blossoming romance with her housemate, Melanie. Is Jon truly the kindred spirit she once considered him? Or will the two eventually part ways for good?

Friends of Empty Graves by @artswaps

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27974807

Summary: After the coffin, she cuts her hair. Who is Alice Tonner? People are searching for her in the space she left behind, in the person she was. Daisy looks elsewhere, and tries not to choke.

just let the feeling grow by @ajkal2

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27838447

Summary: Jon is a musician. He plays songs for a living. Except love songs. He doesn't do love songs, and he makes this quite clear with anyone interested in working with him. Except his manager has booked him for a wedding. Without asking. With days before the festivities start, Jon needs help. Desperately. He won't get it from his hosts, the Lukas family. He certainly won't get it from his manager. However, there's a certain amateur poet on the Lukas' staff who has a talent for making love sound genuine.

World Cold and Hard, Moth Boy Warm and Soft by @lcjenkinswriting

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27827491

Summary: Jon, a young moth fairy, leaves the nest in search of a place that feels like home

tapes winding forward by @ghostbustermelanieking

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27858721

Summary: Martin ignores him, stops him mid-sentence to say, "Jon, what have you heard about time travel?" --- Martin and Jon wake up two years in the future. It goes about as well as can be expected.

MAG 26.5: Beach Episode by @ebenrosetaylor

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27882746

Summary: Sasha is aware of the rising tensions in the archives after Martin was stalked by Prentiss and after she had her own encounter with Michael. In an attempt to boost morale and bring them closer together, Tim suggests that they all visit the beach to unwind and get their minds off of all things paranormal. Sasha takes it upon herself to make sure that everyone has fun and relaxes, but she forgets to give herself that luxury.

Rewrite The Rulebook by @radiosandrecordings

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27823774

Summary: "Panic! Bloody panic! I've been out since I was fifteen and never once actually brought someone home. I think I just wanted to seem like I had my life together, y’know? Mainly I just... I think I just wanted someone to be there with me, so I wasn't just alone with her the entire time. A bit of comfort.” There was pause as Martin let out a dramatic sigh, seemingly relieved to ramble out his thoughts. "... I could go with you. If you want."

A Test In Patience by @talking4the1

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27917749

Summary: Elias is going about his day as the new head of the Magnus Institute in 1995. Some spreadsheets to do, meetings to attend mundane and supernatural. Nothing seems out of place until The Eye calls him to Bournemouth.

Of Mothers and Memory by @loverdontleave

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27856585

Summary: There is a story to be told, of two people, a mother and a son. Of their history together, and the sacrifices they made for each other. Perhaps they loved each other once, but that thread of connection has weakened on one end, fraying away. And it is so, so cold.

Would That I Were Golden Dust by @that-one-girl-behind-you

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27734197

Summary: The world is a lot more dangerous with your soul walking by your side, and Entities aren’t shy about feeding on golden Dust.

Till Death, Parted by @bigowlenergy

Ao3 Link:https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27749680

Summary: Jon gets caught after ripping out Gerry’s page by Trevor & Julia, and through a comedy of errors ends up engaged as an excuse. Somehow, Jon gets out alive, Gerry is freed, and they have the two hunters accompanying them as bodyguards - and as best man and best woman - without a fight. Living alone in Gerry’s London safe house afterwards will be totally fine. Jon is fine. He knows what coping is and everything! Totally fine.

The Spoken Word by @drumkonwords

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27802708/chapters/68066326

Summary: Jon wants. Their pinky twitches — stretching and curling to the tune of something musical. The song of wanting, with its motifs of long, low notes. Starting quiet and mumbling up into Jon’s chest until the strings of their heart vibrate like the strings of a double bass and all they can do is wonder who’s tune they’re matching. But they know.

First Aid by @platypik

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27948284

Summary: Jon is certain Martin has been acting strangely all morning. When Martin offhandedly mentions he took a bad tumble off the tube to work, Jon suddenly Knows that the fall had given Martin a nasty fracture. Despite his desperate pleading, Martin stubbornly refuses to let Jon drive him to the hospital. In fact, it seems he would much rather take care of it himself than have Jon worry and fuss over him. Jon would disagree.

Burning Bright, In the Forests of the Night by @triffidsandcuckoos

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27915400

Summary: The safehouse bursts into flames at their backs. You can choose to change the path. Just be ready for what else you might change.

i’ve been static for too long by @furryjefferson

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27887878

Summary: Jonathan Sims ends up with a stranger’s phone on the way home from work. All signs point to the Magnus Institute, and all roads lead to its mysterious archivist: Martin Blackwood.

through the clouds like a moonbeam by @digital-waterfall

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tmabb20/works/27877402

Summary: After passing through the Vast’s domain, Jon is left with an unexpected surprise-- a pair of wings. Unsurprisingly, Martin finds them beautiful. Also unsurprisingly, Jon does not.

#tma big bang 2020 #fic masterpost #the magnus archives #tma

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Fics I’ve Written!

Heyo! Welcome to the masterpost for all my fics! These are sorted by fandom (alphabetical) & range from angsty to fluff! Happy reading! (Note: fics marked 🔥 are explicit/18+)

Arcane: League of Legends

Indulgent Pleasures - 🔥 Jayce/Viktor, 3.3k words, pwp, friends to lovers, fluff and smut

to hold (and to be held) - <1k words, grief/mourning, post-canon

Avatar | The Way of Water:

all her children (in her heart) - 2.3k words, Spider-centric, character study, found family

Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler:

In These Walls - Ciel & R!Ciel & Tanaka, 1.1k, instrospective, angst

Death Note:

Objectively? A Bad Idea - 🔥 9.2k words, L/Light, hate sex, frottage, Kinktober 2023 collection

DRAMAtical Murder:

let there be hotel complaints (in that kind of love) - 🔥 5.1k words, Aoba/Koujaku, gags, heartbeat, handholding, Kinktober 2023 collection

Hades (Video Game):

Death (and all his lovers) - 🔥 5.7k words, MegThanZag, face-sitting, pwp, cunilingus, Kinktober 2023 collection

Hannibal (NBC):

angel of small death (and the murder scene) - 🔥 Will/Hannibal, 3.1k words, pwp, oral sex, post-canon

Homestuck:

Species-Specific Differences - 🔥 2k words, DaveKat, oral sex, deepthroating, Kinktober 2023 collection

Hunter x Hunter:

better dig two - Hisoka/Illumi, 1.2k words, angst, major character death, suicide

Kill la Kill:

space girl (earth girl) - Ryuuko/Mako, 1.3k words, post-canon, sleepy cuddles, fluff, pre-first date

Monster High:

The Many Oddities of Monsters - Platonic & romantic relationships, friendship, oneshot collection

Ouran High School Host Club

Too Little, Too Late - multiple relationships, ongoing, angst, unrequited love, feelings realization, LGBTQ+ themes

PROMARE:

A Home by Any Other Name - Galo/Lio, 1.8k words, fluff, post-canon, friends to lovers

Galolio Week 2023 Collection! - 7 days of our favorite idiots being in love 🩷💙

Sk8 the Infinity:

lover’s lane - Joe/Cherry, 1.2k words, pre-canon, fluff

Look at You - 🔥 Joe/Cherry, 1.5k words, pwp, semi-public sex, established relationship

Home for Christmas - Joe/Cherry, <1k words, Xmas morning fluff, established relationship

After Hours - 🔥 Joe/Cherry, 5.6k words, pwp, established relationship, oral sex

The Little Mermaid:

An Unsurprising Development - <1k words, Ariel/Eric, character study, introspective

TMNT (2012):

ghosts (old conversations) - <1k words, angst, siblings, Leo-centric

They Just Don’t Get It - 5.5k words, Karai & Leo-Centric, sibling dynamics, coming out, LGBTQ+ themes

Venom (Marvel Movies):

give it ‘till I beg (give me some more) - 🔥 Eddie Brock/Venom, 5.5k words, pwp, first time

Welcome to Night Vale:

Cecilos Week 2023 Collection - marriage proposals, first meetings, domestic bliss, vanilla extract, & other cute & wholesome fluffy prompts!!

Yuri!!! on Ice:

5 Vacations in Domestic Bliss (and one that feels like coming home) - 4k words, Viktor/Yuuri, post-canon, domestic fluff, part of the Remembering YOI Fic Exchange 2024

Avatar: The Way of Water :

all her children (in her heart): - family-centric, 2.3k words, angst, character death, character study

#fanfiction #fanfic #tmnt #promare #galolio #hxh #hisoillu #SK8 the Infinity #matchablossom #kuroshitsuji #black butler #ohshc #arcane #Hannibal #kill la kill

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subtlereferencetomyinterests · 4 years

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Black Cloth and Star Systems- Fusion AU

Ao3, MasterPost, More of This AU

Legally speaking this is the second installment in my fusion au, and u should definitely read the first one!! but it is not necessary to understand this one.

Relationships: Romantic Analogical, (briefly) mentioned romantic Royality

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, minor insecurity (it is Logan after all), one (1) kiss, excessive cuddling, Virgil and the Logan/Virgil fusion both have monster-like traits (big teef, pointy ears, nocturnal eyes, etc.), the fusion is also agender because I said so, and seriously lots of flowery descriptions cuz I was really having a good time with this one. Oh, and lack of sleep/unhealthy sleep schedules, brief mention of paranoia (very very minor), and I think I accidentally implied that Virgil has ADHD but that’s par for the course.

Word Count: 3,797

Logan stared at the ceiling of his room, tired eyes tracing over the patterns etched into it. They were irregular, scrawls and lines that bumped up from the plaster and stretched on and on. If he squinted, they could almost look like maps- charting and directing the reader across a very foreign land, and in addition the reader might not be good with following maps, which would explain why this one seemed so vague. Or maybe it wasn’t showing a place at all. Nowhere real, at the very least.

Oh, what the fuck was he talking about. The ceiling was a goddamn ceiling, and Logan was exhausted.

Sleeping would be the ideal solution, and it was something he definitely wasn’t opposed to, but by this point it was borderline impossible. Logan could shut his eyes, but he knew all he’d see would be that blinding flash of pink light. He could try and try to relax beneath his blanket, but still he would see double-set of eyes, swirling between emerald green and cinnamon brown, set behind big cutesy-framed glasses. He’d picture those two pairs of arms, that staggering display of height, and the body that was decorated with gold and crimson and sky-blue.

What he was seeing was beyond understanding, and it was all that he could think about. His friends had fused. Patton and Roman, out of pretty much nowhere, had become one being right before everyone’s eyes. One burly, talkative, and endlessly fascinating being.

Like any person who persistently sought knowledge, Logan had taken to investigating the new creature at once. He’d had questions, burning questions, but Patron- as he’d named himself- had requested some alone time in his new form. It was a perfectly reasonable ask, so Logan resolved to postpone his interviewing until Patron was ready. But then, just as he was looking forward to finding out more about him that next morning, he was back to being two sides. Two sickeningly sweet sides who were way too caught up in their new relationship to answer any of Logan’s questions copacetically (All their answers had been full of purple prose, talking about how fusing was just the most amazing thing, and providing no real insight into it at all).

Logan, presented with bizarre occurrences and offered no explanation, was understandably restless, abuzz with curiosity, and frustrated. And, if he was being honest, he was interested in the topic beyond what could be considered objective study, as well.

Very interested, in fact. He found himself wondering that… perhaps… Was he also capable of fusion?

Yes, the best way to learn about it would be to experience first-hand, so that would solve that problem. But that was hardly Logan’s entire reason for wanting to try it; Patton had soundly reported that forming Patron helped his and Roman’s communication by miles. Specifically vis a vis their more affectionate emotions, which really ended up being the thesis of the whole ordeal. It was, fundamentally, a very affectionate thing.

Logan sat up abruptly, shooting a glare at his door from across the room. This was getting ridiculous; it would be a horrible idea to try something as significant as fusing with so little information on it. Just because it seemed self-explanatory didn’t mean that it was, and the results could be unstable and catastrophic!

But.

But it wouldn’t be. There was the side he knew- the side he trusted- well enough to believe that it wouldn’t really go so awry.

Logan was making excuses.

What was there to be explained verbally that wouldn’t be much easier to just experience? Patron had proved two things: 1, fusing could happen, and 2, fusing could un-happen without issue. Any of the specifics would be figured out best by firsthand experience, that was pretty evident.

So Logan was making a few excuses, and maybe he was a bit scared about the whole thing, but so what? It was a moot point anyway, because Virgil would never want to participate in it, anyway. The idea of fusion would only upset the anxious side, maybe send him spiraling, and that was the last thing Logan wanted.

With a groan, Logan flopped back down onto his bed, resuming his studious observation of the popcorn-patterned ceiling.

…

Yeah, it wasn’t working.

Logan dragged himself up yet again, flinging the covers off of his legs harshly. He sat, immobile, glaring down just past the foot of his bed for an uncertain amount of time. He then heaved a very over dramatic sigh, kicked his legs over the side of his mattress, and stood. He set his feet down as though the carpet had personally wronged him, trodding across the room and throwing his door open with the same temperament.

The hallway was pitch dark, but Logan barely noticed it. He made his way down the stairs, the map of the Mindpalace splaying out in his head and directing him as well as light would. As soon as he hit the bottom of the stairs, his (moody) stomping ceased, for the time being. He tipped his head to one side, confused, as he listened out.

There was a perfect silence.

An abrupt perfect silence. The very specific type of quiet that was too clearly manufactured. Such a- a tense hush could only be brought about by someone deliberately holding their breath.

Logan shuffled his feet, peering into the blackness. Something shifted over by the couch, and the gleam of two reflectively-paneled eyes made themselves apparent. Logan yelped in fright, stumbling over his legs and bumping his back into the wall.

There was a thump from across the room, a curse of ‘oh, shit’, and another shimmer from those eyes, animalistic and narrow.

“Logan?” A gravelly voice asked, “Is that you?”

Logan blinked, staring at the dark silhouette that had come to stand before him. Animalistic, perhaps, but very very tall, and very very person-shaped.

“Virgil?”

A lamp clicked on, washing the room in low and orange light, revealing that the creature was indeed Virgil. He looked considerably more human, now that he could be seen past his imposing outline- and he also looked more tired.

Somehow, despite all of the other oddities in their situation, Logan found himself preoccupied by the smallest detail.

“Your eyes, Dear,” he drew forward for a closer look, “How haven’t I noticed? They’re reflective!”

Virgil shrugged impassively, leaning down to let Logan hold his head and examine the unusual feature.

“You can’t really tell unless it’s very dark out, or if you know what you’re looking for. I guess it just never came up.”

“But you can see in the dark, then?” Logan asked, perfectly aware that he sounded more than a little awed. Virgil just snorted, looking endeared.

“Yup,” he popped the ‘p’, “Is it that big of a surprise?”

Logan turned the question over in his mind, but after a moment he shook his head, no. Virgil already had a multitude of unique attributes- his fangs, his claws, and a few more distinct things that only appeared when he got particularly stressed. (All of the sides had traits like those, actually. Of them, Logan was certainly the most average- the only discrepancy had to be his slightly exaggerated proportions, and even that couldn’t compare to some of the others’.)

Virgil hummed vacantly, shifting his weight a few times over. He kneaded his shoulder, glancing down at Logan with sudden interest.

“So, what’s up with you? It’s like, three in the morning.”

Logan stiffened, but tried to disguise the worry.

“I could ask you the same question,” he deflected, ineffectively. Virgil only smirked in response.

“I mean, I guess you could: paranoia, pent up energy, general inability to focus- you know, the stuff that keeps me up every night. You, though,” Virgil hovered over him, making him tilt his head back to keep eye-contact with their height difference. Logan felt his face flush, though it was only partially due to embarrassment. “You don’t stay up late, L, like ever.”

“I’ve just been thinking a lot,” he once more evaded.

“You’re always thinking,” Virgil responded with a laugh, but he stood up straighter and gave Logan his space. Logan glanced up, confused, only to get a shrug by way of reply. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, babe. I’m not gonna, like, interrogate you. I just… wanna make sure you’re okay, is all.”

“Oh,” he smiled, “Yes, I am. Thank you.”

Virgil gestured to the couch, returning the smile.

“Wanna stay up with me? Might help you get your mind off whatever it’s on.”

Logan relaxed at that, nodding a bit sleepily as he followed his partner to the sofa.

Virgil’s arm was twined around Logan’s waist, holding him into the taller trait’s side as they sat comfortably on the couch. In the near pitch dark, Virgil’s laptop was propped up against the coffee table, the screen lit up by slightly unnerving YouTube animations.

Truth be told, though, Logan had paid attention to exactly none of them. He had a few reasons for this: one, he was very sleepy. Two, Virgil was warm- much warmer than himself, as Logan had always had strangely cold skin, and the heat was calming. And three, he was still caught up in his own thoughts, albeit less frantic and frightened versions of them by this point.

He knew that Virgil could easily sense his anxiety, but still, Anxiety did not pry. Add that to the many-paged list of reasons why Logan appreciated him as much as he did.

Appreciate him he did, yes, and he also- he trusted him. Completely. To such a degree that, in the serene partial-silence between the couple, Logan found himself wondering what would happen if he just… told Virgil? If he explained what was on his mind, would it really upset him as much as he feared? The idea of fusing, well, just talking about it couldn’t be too much of a disaster. They were too strong, too stable for that.

“Virge?” Logan didn’t turn to look at him as he spoke. The name was really just a murmur on his lips, uttered noncommittally and with the hope that it might just go unheard.

With a soft click, the video paused, and Virgil shifted.

“Yeah?”

Oh. He was really doing this.

“Could I ask you about something?” Logan would’ve left it at that, but feeling Virgil tense up beside him, he hurried to elaborate: “It’s nothing bad, my love, I just- it’s what’s been worrying me, this evening.”

“Uh- ask away, I guess..”

Logan took a deep breath, feeling his heart rate increase concerningly. He was thankful for the lack of light in the room; if the embarrassed heat spreading across his face was any indication, he likely looked just as nervous as he felt.

He exhaled, trying to focus on Virgil’s arm around him instead of the worries. Everything would be alright.

“You remember when Patton and Roman fused, I trust?”

There was an almost subtle intake of breath from Virgil.

“Yeah, I wasn’t about to forget something like that, L.”

“Right, of course,” Logan found Virgil’s hand and wound their fingers together, fiddling with them. “I just wanted to know your thoughts on the situation.”

There was a beat.

“Um. I’m just relieved that they could get back to normal, I guess. I was sorta worried they’d get stuck- which doesn’t make a lot of sense in hindsight, but with how clingy they both are, I mean…”

Logan hummed, encouraging him to go on, despite the intelligent side’s swiftly fading hope.

“But, like, now that I know they’re okay, I guess it’s not really any of my business?” Hesitation laced Virgil’s voice, as though he wasn’t sure what he was meant to say. “Other than that, though, I just think it’s kind of weird. Like, the whole idea of it. Fusion.”

“‘Weird’ in a negative sense?”

“I don’t know, man,” Virgil huffed, “I mean, I’m not a big fan of cartoons but- it’s weird like it’s interesting, weird like I wanna know more. If that makes any sense.”

Oh. That was promising.

“It does make sense,” Logan whispered, desperately emphatic. The glow of Virgil’s eyes turned to him, wide enough that they looked like little full moons.

“Did you-” he stopped short. Inhaled sharply. Then asked it all in a rush: “Are you asking because you wanted to try it? With me?”

Logan stayed silent, gripping too-tight to his boyfriend’s hand. He sounded… surprised? But maybe not upset?

Oh, who was he kidding, he’d never been able to read tones, really, and it was too dark to try and figure out Virgil’s body language. He’d just have to go blind on this one.

“Yes,” Logan blurted, immediately holding his breath for a response.

Virgil was as stiff as a board. His hand was frozen in place, his gaze boring into Logan.

“Are you sure?”

His tone was soft, sweet, and so so careful. Logic blinked. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected from Virgil, but he knew that it wasn’t something so… gentle.

“I- maybe? It’s not necessary, if you don’t think you’d be comfortable with-”

“That’s not what I was asking,” Virgil interjected, “I wanna know if you’re sure that you want this, not how you think I feel.”

Logan mumbled an apology, feeling oddly chastised. He collected his thoughts and tried again.

“Yes, I’m sure. I- I trust you, Virgil.”

Virgil relaxed considerably, his head dropping to rest in Logan’s hair.

“Okay. Good.”

And with that, he went quiet again. The show was not unpaused, though. Logan wondered if he was meant to say something, and if so he wondered what it was. But in the end he couldn’t make any sound at all.

Virgil’s hand slipped out of his, instead moving to the back of his neck. Logan instinctively leaned forward with its direction, letting himself be held close. In turn, he wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist, turning sideways into him. He was close enough now to hear the beat of the anxious side’s heart, which was always rather quicker than anyone else's. This time, though, it was like a hummingbird’s, hammering loud and excited.

Logan tilted his head (as much as he could) in confusion. Had the conversation somehow affected Virgil more than it first seemed? Was something about the situation that spiked his anxiety? But that didn’t add up, either, because his breathing was completely even, and he wouldn’t let anyone be this close to him if he really was panicking.

Before Logan could ask what- if anything- was wrong, Virgil nestled his face in his hair, holding him impossibly tighter. And at that point, they were pressed flush together head-to-toe. And that was what made it click.

Oh, they were doing this now. This- this was Virgil’s way of attempting-

Logan hooked his ankle around Virgil’s, clumsily attempting to reciprocate the- erm, the Thing That They Were Trying. Heat rose in his cheeks at even the thought of it.

What was he supposed to do? Was there some way to activate it? Was it enough to simply touch, or was movement required to fuse? What if they couldn’t get it to work at all? That would make plenty of sense, Logan was logic and what was the possibility that he’d follow the same rules as, say, Roman-

“Hey.”

Logan glanced up, his neck straining at the angle. Virgil was gazing down at him, pupils expanded with fondness, his fingers easing through the hairs at the back of Logan’s neck.

“Calm down, okay?”

Logan might have commented on the irony of that, but Virgil was leaning forward and pressing their lips together oh-so gently, and all his thoughts flew out of the proverbial window as he kissed back.

It was soft, light, maybe a little clumsy. The touch was barely-there, really, just ghosting. And then it wasn’t there, at all. The feeling faded, as did so many others, but neither of them were moving apart- or at least, they didn’t think that they were. If anything, they seemed to be getting closer, and closer, but-

Closer to what, exactly?

They opened their eyes. Wait, no, they blinked a couple of times- ah, there, they opened all- five?- of their eyes. Not only was it no longer pitch black, but it seemed that lights had been conjured above them, dozens of tiny purple and blue tea lights that cast the living room in a pleasant glow.

Had- had they caused that? Somehow?

Conjuring on accident- how did they manage that? And what else could they do? What couldn’t they do, though, in this new form? Something like them was bound to have limitations.

They stood up sharply, and immediately cracked their head against the ceiling. They yelped in pain, silently amending that standing up straight while indoors was the first limitation to note. They hunched over, managing to keep upright if they just bent their knees and tilted their neck. And that brought on a much more important investigation into themself: their new physical form.

They were obviously very tall, but also sort of- long in general? Their limbs, their fingers, their face, every feature was very narrow, almost spider-like. And, on the topic of spider-like limbs, they had two sets of arms; one in the usual place, but another placed behind that, curving around from just under their shoulder blades. In addition, their fingers, lithe and spindly, were six on each hand. Despite the unordinary length to many of their appendages, though, they were still noticeably muscular. Wide shoulders, a defined abdomen, and sturdy legs.

With a sharp wave of their hand, they conjured a full-body mirror to hang in front of them, promptly leaning over to examine themself.

Their face was made of edges; sharp cheekbones, pointed ears, and blocky glasses that covered all of their eyes but the middle one. They ran their fingers through their shaggy, curled up hair- a good deal of which fluffed forwards past their forehead and into their face. It was mixed colors, swirls of purple and blue blending together in soft, bouncy locks.

They had interesting features aplenty, but one thing stood out dramatically. One thing that drew their attention at once.

The mouth.

Their lips were dark- almost black, with hints of color toned under it. They dragged a finger along it, but it didn’t wipe away like makeup. They opened their mouth, revealing long needles of teeth, dozens and dozens of them top and bottom- all except for the upper canines. Those were thick, overly large, and tinted with purple. They ended in dangerous looking points, shoving out past the new side’s lips even when they closed their mouth, appearing much like an arachnid's venomous mandibles.

They took a step back from the mirror, experimentally poking their big fangs. To their surprise, the teeth moved; just a wiggle, but enough to show that they were mobile, that they could be flexed and retracted. Well, that was...

That was sick as hell.

Now, to investigate their outfit: they were a little monstrous, sure, but also very smartly dressed. They wore a navy blue plaid waistcoat, laid overtop of a pastel purple sweater, which in turn was beneath a plain, black, short-sleeved button-up shirt. Their tie was a simple white with subdued flecks of violet and sapphire, dotted to look intentionally asymmetrical.

Their lower half also bore a layered aesthetic: sheer lavender leggings beneath strategically ripped black jeans. They also wore a short, tight skirt over it, the color and pattern matching that of their waistcoat. A few chains dangled from the belt loops on their hips, clinking a little as they moved. They had sleek black shoes with small platforms, something vaguely Demonia-style. Altogether, the look was a strange blend of elegant and alternative. Strange, but very, very, very… becoming, to say the least.

They couldn’t help staring at themself. Actually, ogling might be the more accurate word. They were hot, was that vain to say? If it was, they didn’t particularly care, because it was true. Of all the things they could have been together, confident wasn’t expected, but it was more than welcome. Because- damn.

Five minutes of gawking at their own reflection wound up being enough, in the end, and they forced themself to wave the mirror back out of existence. There were so many more things to consider about themself, after all, and that just couldn’t wait any longer. There were infinite things to know, God, they were a new creature entirely.

It was… it was overwhelming. They had so many questions. They had so many concerns, millions of them, and millions of thoughts that didn’t fit into either of the aforementioned categories, thoughts that existed just to fill up space in a head that suddenly felt overpacked. Too many minds in such a reduced space.

It’s okay, they thought, sucking in a deep, slow breath, One at a time, Dear.

There’s too much. I can’t see it all. I can’t explain all of it.

Which half of them was that? Was it… both? Both of them, comforting and receiving comfort? What an impossible creation they’d become! Wait, no, they had to focus on calming down before they gave that any thought.

We can’t get to all of it, they agreed with themself, Some of it, though, certainly.

Like what?

They thought for a moment.

We could start with a name?

Oh. That’s probably important.

Yes, just a bit.

They let their breath out in a laugh, pulling their sleeves past their hands and curling their fingers in the fabric. It took only a second of contemplation before, quite promptly, they knew what they were going to be called from now on. They knew their name, and everything else began to click into place from there.

Livril.

They sighed, contented, and sat back into the corner of the sectional. They didn’t exactly fit, curling up on the couch as they had before, but they were easily flexible enough to find a way. Now that they knew their name, they could really start learning who exactly Livril was.

There was so much they could learn from this, so many things they could enjoy this way. What music did they like? (Probably sad. Most certainly folk punk.) How did they speak? (sharply, they would guess.) How did they move? (Quick, startling, definitely fidgety.)

And that was hardly all, though it was a good start. There was so much more to get to, and they intended to answer all of it as soon as possible.

...But that ‘as soon as possible’ would probably be in the morning, because Livril fell asleep exactly two minutes after their head hit the couch cushion.

Taglist: @shrimp-crockpot @glitter-skeleton-uwu @donnieluvsthings @intruxiety @thefivecalls @did-he-just-hiss-at-me @gayformlessblob

#sanders sides #ts #analogical #my writing #fanfiction #fanfic #ts fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #fusion au #sanders sides fusion au #logan #virgil #WijjFusionAU #look i havent watched steven universe in like a year but dammit if fusion isnt cool as hell #anyway livril could make fun of me and id thank them

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Profound Member Post - January 2020

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The Masterpost is open for all creations by ProfoundBond members which are posted in their entirety during that month.

This months round up is extra special as PB celebrated its 2 year anniversary with a creation birthday bash. You will find submissions for this monumental occasion marked with a 🎂 emoji! Happy Birthday PB and thank you to everyone who makes this server, and our corner of the fandom so great!

MEMBER CONTRIBUTIONS FOR JANUARY 2020!

Featuring works by @nox-lee, @nickelkeep, @maleyah-givemetomorrow, @banshee1013, ArielAquarial, @castielslostwings, @butterflydreaming-writes-fic, @goldenraeofsun, @jemariel, @surlybobbies, @blueeyesandpie, @rauko-creates, @foxymoley, @maggiemaybe160, and, @andimeantittosting!

Masterpost below the cut.

noxlee - @nox-lee - noxlee - (Pillowfort)

Soft (E, 1.7k)

15x10 coda. Dean discovers that his new "normal" extends to his sex life as well.

Tags: coda, established relationship, mediocre sex

nickelkeep - @nickelkeep - nickelkeep

Tupelo Honey (E, 5.5k) 🎂

When one of his co-workers fall through on a photo shoot, Dean steps up to help out and cover it. Who knew that there was a such thing as a beekeeper's society? And who knew that a gorgeous blue-eyed man would be a beekeeper?

Tags: AU - Modern, Photographer!Dean, Beekeeper!Cas, Nude Photoshoot, Pinups, Cas acts like Endverse!Cas, Semi-Public Sex

Time Alone (T, 1.9k) 🎂

Dean wants some alone time with Cas. The best way to do that? Find a case and tell Sam and Jack to stay behind.

Tags: Canonverse, Casefic, Salt and Burn, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Impala Kisses.

��Til I Found Salvation (M, 14k)

Finding your soulmate isn't hard when almost everyone has multiple soulmates; four, five even upwards of seven. It's rare to have only three soul marks and people who only have two? Sucks to be them. And the poor sons of bitches who only have one? They're the unluckiest of all. Dean Winchester knows a thing or two about being unlucky.

Tags: Canonverse, Canon Divergent, Soulmate Marks, Angst with a Happy Ending, Temp. MCD, Whump, Hurt/Comfort

Something to Talk About (T, 5.6k)

Charlie pointed up at her ear. "You don't hear that?"

"Hear what?" Dean closed his eyes and rested for a moment. He realized that music played in the background and started searching for the source immediately. "Wait, is that... Is that Zeppelin playing?

"Bunker, play 'Houses of the Holy,'" Charlie replied, a smirk on her face.

The first few haunting notes of the Zeppelin classic started playing, and Dean's head whipped around in surprise. "Where's that coming from? Did you buy one of those damned Alexa Despacito things for the bunker?"

Tags: Canonverse, AU - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Charlie & Sam ship Destiel, Home Automation, Domesticity in the Bunker, Pranks and Practical Jokes

Balance to the Force (E, 7.5k)

When needing their privacy in open areas, Charlie and Dean have no problem switching to an uncommon language - Sindarin, from Lord of the Rings. But when they start speaking it at Nerd Convention, does Dean bite off more than he can chew?

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, AU - ComicCons, Gratuitous Nerdiness, Polygot!Cas, Language/Accent Kink, Strangers to Lovers

Space Oddity (SFW) 🎂

Art for @maggiemaybe160‘s fic Space Oddity

Maleyah - @maleyah-givemetomorrow - Maleyah

Where the Corporeal and Poetry Meet (E, 3.6k)

Part one of a series of ficlets exploring a season 9 divergence, where Cas is brought back to the Bunker and explores his humanity with Dean. "Straddling him as they make out, Dean whispers the suggestion that night. He binds Castiel’s hands with his own tie, which spikes Castiel’s breathing. He’s sure that if he still possessed his grace, his eyes would light up the dimly lit room in pale blue. His eventual orgasm knocks the breath out of him and it takes a long time to come back down into the safe circle of Dean’s arms.

They take it from there."

Tags: Human!Cas, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Soft Dom!Dean, Soft sub!Cas, Poetry, Idiots in Love, Domestic Fluff

Where Kinks and Breakfast Meet (M, 3k)

Part two of a season 9 divergence series where Cas gets brought back to the Bunker and explores his humanity with Dean. "But he still wants to engage Cas. Fully. He’s only unwilling to put Cas at a similar risk, despite Cas’ persistent reassurances that his drop was related to the realisation that hit him mid-play. They do further research together. Into shibari. Into bondage. Into subspace. Drops. Both on the Dom and sub’s end. So he realises he suffered one in the wake of their moment and that he went about handling it the wrong way. A few days ago, Dean found a promising list, which he insisted they fill in to avoid a repeat performance. With everything they have been up to, Dean has faith (who knew?) they are compatible, but he wants clarity. He smiles at the feelings that loosens up inside his chest and huffs, rolling his eyes at himself."

Tags: Human!Cas, Kink Negotiation, Domestic Fluff, Soft Dom!Dean, Soft sub!Cas, switching implied, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester

Banshee1013 - @banshee1013 - Banshee1013

Texas Sun (M, 4k) 🎂

Ever since Cas and Dean tied the knot, they have been driving Sam *insane* with their inappropriately located and utterly spontaneous make-out suggestions. So when he finds them looking at filming locations for the movie "Tombstone" in Arizona, he suggests they take some time (and give him a break!) and road-trip it. Dean plans the route and takes the long way 'round through Texas - all the more time to spend with his angel, and show him some sights along the way.

Tags: Fluff, Road Trips, Sam Winchester is Not Amused, Honeymoon, Grinding, Canon Related, Established Relationship

ArielAquariel - ArielAquariel

Your hand in mine, we walk the miles (E, 11.5k)

With the big day finally there, Dean is more than ready to walk down that aisle and marry Cas.

Tags: Wedding Fluff, Honeymoon, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe, Castiel is Claire Novak's Parent, Fluff, Domestic Fluff

castielslostwings - @castielslostwings - castielslostwings

Slide Away (E, 51k)

Since meeting and falling in love in front of the camera a decade ago, movie star Dean Winchester and his husband, celebrity photographer Castiel, have been the media’s darlings. From the outside, it truly appears as if the couple has it all: fame, fortune, fans and most of all, a profound and unshakeable bond that sees them through all the highs and lows. Behind the scenes, everything is not as it seems. Beyond carefully-curated sets of photos and filters, Dean and Castiel have been falling apart for years. Their marriage is essentially over, the latest victim in Hollywood’s merciless grinder. As a last-ditch effort to punch out some positive PR before news of their split breaks, the boys agree to do one last PR stunt—a recreation of the photos that made the world fall in love with them (while they were falling for each other). Will this plan drive their relationship over the edge permanently? Or will Dean and Castiel finally realize that their fans aren’t the only ones who have been fooled by all the smoke and mirrors? Misunderstandings, miscommunication, and mistrust are only the beginning. But if our heroes can push past those mistakes, perhaps they can learn that it's never too late to start all over again.

Tags: Miscommunication, Misunderstanding, Fake Relationship, Idiots back to lovers, Movie Star Dean, Photographer Castiel, Accidental sex tape, divorce, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending.

looks_clear (chrysalisdreams) - @butterflydreaming-writes-fic - looks_clear (chrysalisdreams)

White Light // Black Water (T, 7k)

In 2019, the Baozhu, a pearl that granted the desire of Dean’s heart, changed the timeline from a particular moment in 2003. Dean is hunting alone when events set in motion before that year catch up to him.

Tags: Drowning, Temporary Character Death, Car Accidents, Baby Gets Hurt, Time Travel, Episode Related, Episode S8e12: As Time Goes By, Episode S14e300: Lebanon, Kale!Sam, Alternate Angel Lore

goldenraeofsun - @goldenraeofsun - goldenraeofsun

Dean Winchester and the Patron Saint of Blind Dates (T, 18k)

Dean Winchester's friends are a bunch of traitors. So he had a bad breakup two years ago and hasn't gotten back on the horse. Their intervention - a series of blind dates - can't be the solution. But if this'll get his friends to stop, Dean can choke down over-priced spaghetti, make forced conversation, and drink whatever random cocktail the weirdo behind the bar makes for him next. At least Cas has Dean's back. One word from Dean, and he'll make excuses for Dean to bail like a super awkward knight in shining armor.

Tags: Human AU, Bartender Cas, Dean has self-worth issues, minor angst, Benny & Dean friendship, minor Sam/Ruby

jemariel - @jemariel - jemariel

Spit-Polish and Shine (E, 1.5k) 🎂

You know how Dean Winchester doesn't wear shorts? Well. Sometimes he does. Unredeemed filthy porn on a car. Prompted by a PB botstat.

Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sex on a Car, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Established Relationship, Sam Winchester is Scarred For Life

surlybobbies - @surlybobbies - surlybobbies

I Like the Sound of That (T, 1k)

In mid-December, Gabe hangs a sprig of mistletoe in Cas’s foyer. Cas, resisting the temptation to strangle his brother, snaps a picture and sends it to Dean. Take it down or leave it up? Idk dude. U trying to catch someone under there? Cas hedges. I don’t want to kiss anyone who’d only do it because of a plant. Fair enough. Just leave it up tho. U’ll break an ankle climbing up ur rickety ladder. Dw u don’t have to kiss me Cas puts his phone down and doesn’t reply. He indulges in two glasses of wine and valiantly tries to avoid thinking about kissing Dean.

Tags: friends to lovers, christmas fic, fluff, mistletoe, au

Lucky Enough (T, 2.5k)

Dean opened his mouth, ready to argue, but then closed it just as suddenly, deflating. He sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Cas, I don’t mean to be a dick.” “Then stop being one,” Cas said simply, adjusting the blankets around Dean a little more securely. There was a pause. Dean blinked. “You’re supposed to say that I wasn’t being a dick in the first place.” “I dislike lying to you.” Dean scowled. “Why am I your friend?” “Because I spend my holidays looking after you when you’re sick,” Cas said matter-of-factly, reaching out to touch Dean’s forehead. [Dean's sick over the New Year's Eve holiday, but it's fine because Cas has got a bed to share.]

Tags: holiday fic, bed sharing, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, new year's kiss, cuddling

blueeyesandpie - @blueeyesandpie - blueeyesandpie

Beginnings (SFW) 🎂

The door to Dean's room in the Bunker, with Cas's tie on the doorknob

Tags: the bunker, pb100, we all know what's happening in there

In the California Sun (SFW)

A commissioned painting for Slide Away of Dean and Cas standing in a pool.

Tags: slide away, commissions, the tension amirite

Commission for Slide Away (SFW)

A commission for Slide Away of Cas running into Dean's arms along a corridor lined with photos of their rekindled romance.

Tags: commission, yay they happy

The Kiss Cam (E, 8k) 🎂

Dean's excited about the tickets he got for the OSU/UofM football match, but his boyfriend Crowley seems intent on ruining the day (and possibly his life) for him. When the kiss cam settles on them and Crowley pushes Dean away, a blue-eyed man they'd met in line is more than happy to fill the void. Loosely based on the headline/prompt "Woman Kisses Man Next to Her on Kiss Cam After Date Snubs Her."

Tags: manipulative crowley, non-explicit dean/crowley, minor sabriel, strangers to lovers, angst and fluff and e-rated shenanigans, NOT a sports story, pb birthday bash, collaboration

Say It Straight (T, 1.7k) 🎂

Something went wrong in that milk run to Kentucky, but neither Dean nor Cas want to explain what happened. When the truth does come out, it isn't at all what Sam expected...though really, why should he be surprised?

Tags: PoV: Sam Winchester, Sam ships it, Idiots to Lovers, Canonverse, drinking to cope, PB Bot Prompts, first time, no spoilers past season 13

rauko-creates - @rauko-creates - FeaRauko

Sing Love (T, 2.7k)

Castiel comes back from a grocery run with Sam and overhears Dean singing in the shower. ***or*** That one where Castiel finds out that Dean might love him too.

Tags: canonverse, singing, idiots in love, first kiss, fluff, some angst, love confessions

foxymoley - @foxymoley - foxymoley

Hell’s Companion (G, 350 words)

This is for saltnhalo's birthday!

It's hard to write for someone so talented but I scoured PB for any prompts she had shown an interest in and apparently she 'needed this'! Lol So here we are!

Prompt by Sky: You’ve heard of witch!cas and familiar!dean now consider this upgrade to demon!cas and hellhound!dean - hellhounds, of course, having a secret human form in this au.

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Demon Castiel, Hellhound Dean, non-explicit/implied torture of random unnamed demon, mention of Boy King Sam

Roll for Dragons (T, 2.8k) 🎂

Dean is offered up as a sacrifice by his corrupt hometown. Written for jdragon as part of the Profoundbond birthday bash.

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Dragons, Alternate Universe - Historical

Mithril (G, 1k) 🎂

Dean makes an interesting discovery in a bunker storeroom so he and Sam perform some experiments.

Tags: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Weapons, The Lord of the Rings References, Men of Letters, Bunker, Soft!Dean

MaggieMaybe160 - @maggiemaybe160 - MaggieMaybe160

Birthday Wishes (M, 3.5k)

Dean recalls his past birthdays before going out to celebrate his 41st.

Tags: Graphic Violence Warning. Heavy Angst. Anti-John Winchester.

Broken (M, 700 words)

Dean snaps out of a dreamlike state and found he's made a huge mistake and it's Zachariah's fault. All part of a plan to get him to say yes to Michael.

Tags: Graphic Violence Warning. Major Character Death Warning. Heavy Angst.

Demon Deals and Prayers to Angels (T, 4.5k) 🎂

Dean makes a deal with a demon so he can go back in time and change the future.

Tags: Major Character Death Warning. Heavy Angst.

Sleep Oddity (T, 1.5k) 🎂

Based on a prompt: "I just want to go home," said the astronaut. "So come home," said Ground Control. "So come home," said a voice from the stars.

Tags: Major Character Death Warning

Falling (T, 2k) 🎂

Cas remembers all of the times that Heaven was against he and Dean getting together, and the repeated times he didn't care.

Tags: Graphic Violence Warning. Happy Ending.

Memories on Display (T, 2k) 🎂

Cas is in shock after a battle and is going through memories to try to cope with loss.

Tags: Major Character Death. Grief.

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On a Breath of Snow (G, 4.5k)

Once, Castiel, Duke of Rexford, gave up the love of his life in the name of duty and honour. He has dedicated his life to raising his son Jack. Now, a fierce snowstorm brings Dean, Viscount Winchester back into his life on Christmas Eve. And as North Cove Castle's fires burn warm and festive, so do Dean and Castiel’s feelings of hope.

Tags: Regency AU, Getting back together, Christmas, Alternate history

#Profoundnet Monthly Masterpost #january masterpost #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #spn #sorry this took so long guys!#the past months have been A Lot

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altumvidetur · 4 years

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MCU: Stucky Fic Recs

MCU FIc Recs Masterpost

So, I was thinking about the coronavirus pandemic and what I could do to help people out. I’m isolated because I’m at higher risk, so I can’t really offer to go out for my elderly neighbors or my family… but I thought I could try to help keep people entertained.

Because I don’t have an AO3 account right now, I’ve been compiling fic recs for my own amusement for a year or so. And I thought – maybe that’s the time to share these with everyone? So everyone will have plenty of things to read while they have to stay at home, or even to escape anxiety a little bit if you’re forced to go out.

Of course, these cater to my own tastes, so you may find stuff you don’t like around here. I never include works in progress. The Mature and Explicit works will be in italic. I ask you to READ THE WORK’S TAGS before continuing, so you won’t find anything that makes you uncomfortable.

I’m not even close to reading the whole Stucky tag in AO3, and I lost my wind a little bit with Endgame, so this is an incomplete list at best. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Not Easily Conquered, by dropdeaddream and WhatAreFears

Summary by me: AU in which Steve wasn’t frozen and Bucky wrote letters to him during the war confessing his love.

Induction, by windsweptfic

For a prompt at Livejournal's capkink community: 'pre-serum!Steve/Bucky, hypnosis'.

In Love and War, Don’t Seek Counsel, by sinuous_curve

Most of being Steve’s -- or Captain America’s, really -- right hand man entails busting into Hydra weapons factories and blowing them to hell with stolen Hydra weapons, making sure that Cap has room to use his superpowers to the greatest effect while no one on their side gets killed in the process. Bucky used to be afraid every single time he heard the sharp report of gunfire, but since Cap came and pulled him out of a very literal hell, there isn’t much room left in Bucky for something like fear. Dying can’t be worse than what Schmidt’s pet scientist did for kicks. And being a part of a team as special as the one he’s on now keeps him feeling like he’s varnished in heroism. It’s more brilliant explosions and less humping it through sticky mud in the rain.

The Soft Darkness, by sinuous_curve

He’s not going to tell Steve that of everything that got lost between docking in England and where they were, he never lost the packet of letters Steve wrote. He understands, now, the oddity to them that he could never place. The reason it seemed like Steve was talking around his life rather than about it is because he was. Bucky wants to ask about the chunks he neglected to mention, but won’t. Can’t. Has no reason, to, because there are things Bucky omitted in his letters back.

Beneath a Blue Umbrella Sky, by victoria_p

Steve's been to Coney Island before.

That Heart of Yours Could Crumble Kings, by CallMeBombshell

But then, Steve’s always been a better man than Bucky, always been the better of the two of them, and Bucky thinks that Steve can handle it, can handle the weight and the pressure and the responsibility of it all, because for as much as Steve carries the world, Bucky has always carried Steve.

It Wakes The Seeds, by Sharksdontsleep

They still call him a sharpshooter, even if they let Bucky bring his own rifle, not a Sharp, a nine-pound breech-loader that feels like certainty when he slings it across his back.

Bucky and Steve, becoming who they become. Civil War era AU. Thanks to figletofvenice for the lovely and thoughtful beta, and to the long-suffering marycontraire for hand-holding and head pats. See end notes for (slightly) spoilery warnings. Title from Wilfred Owen's 'Futility.'

The Spin I’m In, by victoria_p

Five times Bucky kissed Steve because of ~reasons~, and one time Steve finally believed he really meant it.

Alarm, by pollitt

Despite the vast and mind-boggling technological advances that happen in the 60 years that Steve had been frozen, there are a lot of things that make sense. Security doors, codes, things like that.

Cell phone alarm clocks, though, not so much.

A Place Called Home, by Renne

New Years Eve. Suits. Party at Stark's place. Honesty happens.

The curves of your lips rewrite history, by victoria_p

Five times Steve was distracted by Bucky's mouth.

i like my body when it is with your, by unfinishedidea

Steve is jealous of the people Bucky goes to visit at night.

space!military au, by Renne

Fics set in an alternate future universe with the queer-friendly space military. The Allies vs. Hydra. Steve is the poster boy for humanity, Bucky is a flying ace. It all unfolds as it has before, with pain and loss and a slow, difficult return. For the full rambling plot full of ridiculous angst and pain see here.

Nothing But the Rain (The Quit Your Grinning and Drop Your Linen Overdub), by victoria_p

We have to get out of these wet clothes.

Our history is just in our blood (history, like love, is never enough), by victoria_p

Steve is sure the guy working the morning rush at Starbucks is Bucky. Unfortunately, the guy doesn't seem to know that.

People and Things, by quigonejinn

Steve, Natasha, the past. The smell in the room is indescribable; the way it looks is indescribable, too.

The Finish Line., by quigonejinn

Your best friend comes back from the factory camp, walks thirty-five miles next to you, and you aren't sure what is wrong with him.

Flesh Seven Ways., by quigonejinn

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes walk into a brothel. Seven variations.

Beast of Burden., by quigonejinn

There is a SHIELD response team all over the apartment. Steve rubs his face with both hands, asks if he can go ahead and use the kitchen. They say that he can.

Avengers, reframed.

Why Then Oh Why Can’t I? (or, 5 Times Steve Rogers Felt Awkward Talking About Sex, and One Time He Stopped Talking Altogether), by ladyblahblah

“You really never did grow up all the way, did you, Steve? Of course it changes things. But hey.” He lifts his glass, and Steve reluctantly lets go to join in the toast. “Who says change has to be bad?”

Here Where We Stand, by orphan_account

Steve helps Bucky acclimate to the modern day era.

Our Carnival Life, by victoria_p

Bucky is the best gift he's ever gotten, every time.

Kind Men, by quigonejinn

D/s-ish-verse retelling of Captain America: The First Avenger. When the time comes, Erskine doesn't throw a grenade onto the training ground.

Fortunate Son, by orphan_account

Bucky wakes up in the future to a world that needs Captain America; meanwhile, a Cold War-era supersoldier assassin emerges.

Counting Backwards, by honeypuffed

It's not exactly friends, but it's not exactly more than that either.

eye of the beholder, by attice

Bucky doesn’t like Steve’s drawings. Not the way everyone else does, at least.

Pictures of You, by Sarah K

Bucky wants a souvenir to take to war with him.

Бе��а́ не прихо́дит одна́ (trouble never comes alone), by postcardmystery

There’s a tracking device beneath his skin, wrapped around his carotid artery, and if he pulls it out, he’ll die in seconds. They’ve got a wolf on a leash and he’s never heard them so pleased with themselves, so sure that this is the only weapon they’re ever going to need. They did not win the first war in Chechnya, but a second time and the story is rewritten. (He knows that this is a thing they truly believe. He’s lived more history than they have. He knows better.) He rides on tanks, jumps from helicopters onto ground solid with snow. He stands, ringed by ruins, in a capital that burns. He lost his last war in Grozny. This time, he slings his rifle on his back, breathes smoke, knows what it is to watch history being made.

but hey, you’re all right, by beardsley

'This is not my fault,' Tony lies. 'It was supposed to be a joke! Christ.'

'Thanks to your joke,' says Coulson, 'we now have a code three-four-delta, with the variable being a Russian immigrant. We're checking his background right now, but it might take a while. Meanwhile, I suggest you civilian-proof the Tower. If any SHIELD intelligence is compromised, I will hurt you.'

Yes, this is the story where the Winter Soldier is a Russian mail-order bride. Everything goes about as well as you'd expect.

he likes a boy in uniform, by lazulisong

Bucky's always been better than Steve at things like this; at pulling his collar just so and making his tie sit right. Bucky always looks sharp, a real dapper dresser.

Gone Quiet, by victoria_p

Three times Steve and Bucky comforted/quieted each other.

in my fortress alone until you came, by haipollai

Steve murmurs Bucky's name. He wants to list off every time Bucky woke up feeling like he couldn't breathe because of Steve, but he knows Bucky wouldn't listen. The metal arm is between them and Steve doesn't touch more than necessary. He knows Bucky doesn't like it being touched. Doesn't like Steve touching it; he's seen Bucky and Natasha grapple enough to know that Bucky doesn't mind when others touch it.

It's just Steve.

Eisner Award for Best Writer and Artist, by orphan_account

(Summary by me: ComicWriter!AU, with actual ray of sunshine artist!Steve and grumpy, disillusioned writer!Bucky.)

with the lights out, it’s less dangerous, by victoria_p

Bucky says it's what friends do, they help each other out, and it's their little secret, right?

i’m no angel, by haipollai

His first instinct is to tease Steve for jerking off to one of his own drawings but then he sees what the drawing is.

Who it is.

You’ve Got Me In Between, by Renne

In a gross lapse of judgment, Professor Rogers takes one of his students home. Sex (and guilt) ensues.

#mcu #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #fic recs #please warn me if any links are broken #and reblog it if you can so more people will see it #otp: not without you #arghhhhh #there's nothing like the pain of an otp destroyed

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sixpenceee · 6 years

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I found this thread here. Look at my masterpost tag for more!

Unity Web Player Browser Games

1916

Black Rose

Catharsis

Dark Deception

Dungeon nightmares

Fingerbones

Hide and Seek

The Lost Souls

Old Fashioned Browser games

A Rabbit Fable

A Small Talk At The Back Of Beyond

Abandoned

Alice is dead series ( EP 1 - EP 2 - EP 3

Astrocities series ( First Game - Second Game )

Aurora Series ( EP 1 - EP 2 ]

Bunker 16

Cellar door

Coma

Cult Prophecy

Curse Village

Crypt Keeper

Deep Sleep Series (Deep sleep - Deeper Sleep - Deepest Sleep )

Eddies Lament

Eyes

Exmortis Series ( EP1 - EP 2 )

Free IceCream

GhostScape Series (Ghosetscape - GhosetScape 2: The cabin )

Goliath the Soothsayer

Haunted

Intruder

IRemain

Killer Escape Series ( EP 1 - EP 2 - EP 3 )

Lakeviewcabin

Morbid series ( EP 1 - EP 2 )

Purgatorium

Satanorium

Real Horror Stories

Silent Hill:Distant scars

Silent Hill: Final redemption

Silent Hill: Room 306

Time to wake up

The beckoning

The outside

The Tin Soldier

The ugly

traumata

Vorago

Escape-Games

Bars of black and white

DreamgateEscape

Edgar's Dream

Insantatarium

Monster basement series ( EP 1 - EP 2 )

Nekra Psaria

Piece

Space Oddity Series ( EP1 - EP 2 )

Submachine Series

The infinite Ocean

ToyBox

Urbex

Downloadable Games

7Days

All Pigs Deserves To Burn In Hell

Anna

Ascension

Bad Dreams: Series

Bewilder House

Bottle Rockets

CalmTime

Hide

Freaky Science

Homesick

I see you

Imscared - a pixelated nigtmate

Lea

The Deep; True Horror Edition

The Groundskeeper

The Mask Reveals Disgusting Face

Vanish

Which

Wooden Floors

Slenderman and Slendermand knock-offs

Slenderman Original Slender: The eight Pages - )

SlenderTubbies

Forest 2

RPG-Maker Games

.flow

Death Proclaimed

Desperate Love Feast

Dreaming Mary

HELLO? HELL...O?

It Moves

Lisa the first

Mad Father

Mermaid Swamp

Misao ( Original Version - Updated Version )

OFF

Paranoiac

Schuld

Somnium

Taunt

The crooked man

The Sandmand

The Wedding

The Witch's house

[Yume Nikki] - temporarily broken link

Wait

Text Based

Mutant uprising

My father's long, long legs

Riverside

The sagittarian Series ( EP 1 EP 2 EP 3 EP 4 )

#sixpenceee #masterpost #horror #creepy #paranormal #game

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chrisemrysfics · 6 years

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This is a masterpost of the three other posts out fou that were flagged, and I decided to repost them, and I did them all in one because they were all anons, and all Poker Pair.

You’ll notice the tag I’m using now for ns//fw!

The first time Tyki and Allen made love?

That tends to remain story-dependant for me, for example unless it changes last moment, it’s in chapter 6 of Journey of our Hearts that they first make love. Which I won’t say more on, to keep the surprise~

Still, there are little things I can see consistent, though that’s of course my own take (well, as most of my replies are).

I don’t see them planning it, at most they talked about it, and I can see very early on Tyki and Allen establishing a trust of knowing they can ask to stop anytime. It’s not just Allen, because sometimes Tyki is the one who is overwhelmed, especially when Allen seems to let his walls drop. Intense make outs session have happened before, and Tyki isn’t always the one who lead them.

But yes, there comes a day they just can’t stop, or maybe something happened that makes them unable to keep their hand off each other (one or both admitting to being in love; one speaking of how much they love a certain aspect of the other; etc).

And the thing is, while I can see Tyki having had experiences (but I am someone who headcanon he isn’t one who seeks sexual pleasure that much), Allen hasn’t. There’s honestly many ways one can interpret Allen in regards to such things as relations and being intimate, and my own take is that as much as he’s no prude and isn’t afraid of sex, there is a big difference between not being ashamed of himself, having desires, and with actually trusting someone with his body.

To Allen, there has been almost no one who touched him in a positive sense. The first one who did not harm him was Mana, but Mana is his father. Cross is a weird case for Allen, because the man is rough, but unlike others, Allen does trust not be harmed. He trusts that Cross won’t be the next Cosimov. Maybe Allen kissed some girls, and boys, but there’s also how Allen was fully focused on fighting.

For months, years, Allen lost himself in learning to be an exorcist, so he could pretend he isn’t still broken by Mana’s loss. By the time Allen starts to feel he might be interested, he’s walled himself big time. And he does not feel that ready to risk people’s reaction about his arm. I also headcanon that one time, his arm was treated as exotic, as an oddity to test, and this made Allen just as uncomfortable.

So Allen has been trapped in a place where he has wants, even if only to know how it feels; but he keeps being unable to lower his walls. He keeps not finding people he can allow close in such a way. And the few he could have, they have their own walls, and by the time it could have happened, Allen’s own walls have strenghtened (especially when it gets after the Ark).

Until Tyki, someone who has both white and dark enough to make all of Allen feel at ease. And Tyki isn’t surprised, because for a while now, he knew. He learned to know Allen, and that’s why he guessed Allen wasn’t able to let someone close before, in such a way.

So of course, Tyki is torn between the sides that want to turn Allen into a moaning mess, ravish him like a claim, and the side that want to treasure that trust with gentler lovemaking. And funnily enough, Allen feels both those wants, too. Their first time is heavy on attention, on communication, on little awkward times and littles laughs, because sometimes Tyki gets worried he got too rough, sometimes Allen doesn’t know what he wants anymore, and then both laugh.

I would also say they mostly spend it with foreplay, with kisses and touches, until Tyki discovers Allen really loves Tyki’s bites. It’s when they get more into it that the above comes into play, yet they don’t stop, because they don’t want to. In the end, they spend a good part of the night at it, between cuddles to rest and going at it again, between soft touches and rougher ones, holding each other and pinning each other.

When they finally have spend all their energy, they end up cuddled again, Allen more relaxed that he’s ever been, Tyki feels a deep fondness he doesn’t think he ever did, and both realize they can say with their bodies much more that what their words can.

They also totally sleep so much after that, and you can bet there’s a certain golden golem who records their peaceful sleepy faces and how cuddled they are.

Sexiest things they would do, positions and so on ? Sweetest things?

Sweetest things first, I totally see them both adoring to kiss the other everywhere. Tyki can never get enough of slowly having Allen come undone just with kisses, and soon learns Allen is so weak if you kiss his neck, his left arm, his chest scar or his face scar.

But then, Allen too loves to see Tyki grow weak. I kind of want to say it’s accidental the first time, maybe Allen kisses Tyki’s own scar, maybe his neck, and he notices Tyki shudders as he sighs, and Allen gets a glint in his eyes that make Tyki gulp, and heart beat wilder in anticipation. Tyki can never remember this one night without blushing.

Also: they cant go a lovemaking without sweet words, but also, heated talk. Tyki’s favorties are, “You’re beautiful” and “Forget everything but me”, with the occasional sighs of “My Allen”. Allen tend to be left without ability to form words, but he will often calls Tyki’s name is various ways, and it drives Tyki crazy.

Sexiest… Well it links with asking about positions and stuff. Allen tried to, he tried really hard, but one time Tyki felt so turned on, his vines showed. He assured that Allen wont be hurt, actually whispers about how Joyd wouldn’t harm Allen, and he hears a dreamy reply of, “I know” and then Tyki finally see, he realizes Allen staring at the vines and more flustered.

It was Allen’s turn to gulp, when Tyki smirked so smugly, because Allen knows Tyki has seen right through him. Let’s say that then, Allen cannot move arms and legs, cannot see, and for a second his heart is beating too wild, but then he feels the familiar kisses at his neck, and he’s never been more turned on. Laying on the bed at the mercy of Tyki, he’s never felt so safe and Tyki has to be slow because he can tell Allen could get overwhelmed, but he doesnt, Tyki listen and watches all the signs.

Poor Allen totally passes out by the end, Tyki is a worried mess, but then he has a very affectionate Allen on his hands when Allen wakes again. It takes everything in Tyki not to coo because Allen is like a happy cat.

Also: Allen totally gets back at Tyki another time, and gets the same brand of creative with Crown’s Belt. The fact Allen’s Innocence is apparently more than okay helping Allen make love to Tyki, make Tyki so weak in a few seconds flat.

Fun fact: you will notice I have never said exactly how far they go, if one tops or rides if they go full way, and that’s because any and all replies are true. Sometimes they’ll just kiss all over. Sometimes a bit more. Sometimes full way. Sometimes Allen likes to let Tyki take the reign, and sometimes it’s only to better take him. Word play intended. Sometimes it’s Tyki who let Allen do as he pleases, take command, and sometimes it’s only so Allen can take in as he pleases, leaving Tyki to control the urge to roll them over. Sometimes Tyki doesn’t control that urge, but it might be Allen whole goal. And sometimes it’ll be Allen, who pins Tyki, and Tyki is secretly so pleased and weak to this possessive Allen.

On a last note, they might or might not have gotten creative with whipped cream.

What's your favourite ns//fw poker pair headcanon ?

I think that might have to be that Tyki seems to just know what Allen wants, but also what he needs. And it’s nothing about being the Noah of Pleasure, it’s in fact fully because Tyki just learned to watch Allen’s expression and body language, and then Allen himself is more open.

(on another note: my favorite headcanon is that Tyki and Allen grows very intimate, but in more than one manner. It’s how Allen allows Tyki in his personal space, how he’ll learn on him, how he’ll let him touch his arm; and how Tyki steadily built trust between them)

Allen is persuaded he needs someone he trusts to break him, to make him desperate for their touches, and in the first heated kisses, Tyki almost fall for it. But Tyki is very observant, way more than Allen even realize (and especially when it comes to Allen), and he knows what Allen truly needs is to feel loved. Of course there are many ways they can go at it, but my favorite headcanon is how feeling loved is what works best.

So once Tyki started heatedly, just when Allen thinks he’s going to get rough or tease him mercilessly, Tyki becomes tender, and it’s more than enough to have Allen looks so vulnerable. He’s not used to it, he’s only used to people wanting to hurt him, or people being careful.

He’s not used to Tyki, who he knows could harm him in so many ways, instead treating him as precious and desired. And you can bet Tyki will touch and kiss everywhere, including his left arm. The first time that happens, Allen get so worried, but Crown Clown does not harm Tyki.

In fact he’s totally feeling pleasure, and Tyki is more than happy than he’s not treated as an enemy by Crown. He half knew though, because from the moment he first started to treat Allen as a lover, Allen’s Innocence had felt less hostile.

Also: Tyki makes sure to whisper in his ear that Allen is beautiful, and when he’s kissing the left hand, he places a kiss at the green cross, murmuring a thank you, and then he’s smirking a bit and looking right into Allen’s eyes, he adds, “You know I love your master as much as you do, that’s why isn’t it?”

What Tyki won’t be prepared, is for Allen to grow bold, to touch and kiss the scars he gave Tyki, and on some days Tyki is the one who is pinned down, kissed and marked. Tyki will still touch Allen everywhere, but he sure understands a bit more how Allen feels when Tyki the one making love to him.

Because that’s the thing: they make love. I’m pretty certain Tyki even says it once, telling Allen something like, “I’m not fucking you. I’m making love to you,” because Tyki knows Allen won’t realize it if he’s not told. And very early, Tyki wants Allen to know, to not misunderstand it and to realize he’s being loved, not used.

(Something else I grew to headcanon from rps, is that Allen grows to enjoy being bitten. Tyki is more than happy about it. And they might or might not love to have Tyki’s vines show. Personal hc is that Tyki can make vines stay on Allen’s body, he just touches somewhere and lets a vine slide on the skin, it’s almost like tattoos that move.)

(On that note, Tyki is extremely in control of himself, yet he’s not consciously thinking about it. He just knows he wants to make Allen feel good, and that��s why even if he gets creative, uses his vines or even his choose ability, Allen won’t be harmed. Tyki is still careful depending what he does, always hyperaware of whether or not Allen is growing uncomfortable.)

#this is so safish #Poker Pair #Tykillen #Mails

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