#teehee ao3 tag

[anzynai]

Only You

Husk x Angel (Hazbin Hotel)

a/n: hello sorry i couldn’t resist writing for them. ive been a fan for years and have been obsessed with the new series so. anyways, yes is them. also, for some reason, i kinda struggled writing for them so sorry if theyre ooc😭😭 still, i hope u enjoy!

summary: angel dust and husk are having another late night talking session when husk learns that angel is ticklish.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: tickling, implied huskerdust, gets a little angsty?? but it gets better

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It was a normal night. And by normal night, everyone else was asleep, save for Husk, when Angel cracked open the front door, attempting to be silent. Husk was wiping down the glasses when he saw the other. He looked.. rough, and though it hurt Husk to see him like that, he knew he couldn’t do much about it besides offer comfort.

And so followed their usual routine. Angel would ask for a drink and Husk would give him one, but recent developments had them talking late at night. Conversations that would be rare if it were a random Tuesday afternoon, allowing each other to learn more about the other, making them laugh or even cry. Husk wouldn’t admit it but it was secretly becoming an important part of his day and his fondness for the spider was growing.

Today wasn’t much different. After pouring himself and Angel a drink, he went to sit next to Angel. Talking the night away, casually, and when Angel began to tease him about whatever, he poked Angel in the side.

“Ha—!” Angel jumped before he hurriedly tried to change the conversation, but Husk was intrigued.

“You’re ticklish?” Husk asked, almost incredulously but amused nonetheless. He didn’t know why he was so surprised.

“Eh.. I guess so..” Angel muttered, averting his eyes. Husk was almost shocked. He expected Angel to say something more… flirtatious, but he decided not to ponder on it too much.

That was his first mistake. He reached over to give the other a few squeezes on the other’s side when..

“NO!” Angel shouted, fearful and panicked, as he pushed Husk's hands from him. He lost his balance off the small barstool, and met the ground with a loud thump. Husk could feel his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach at the look on Angel’s face. He got off the stool, crouching in front of the spider.

“Angel..?” He whispered, gently, reaching a hand towards him, but not quite touching, in case Angel didn’t want to be touched. He scolded himself, inwardly. He had been swept by Angel’s usual flirtatious persona and assumed that he was always fine with being touched, but perhaps he wasn’t correct with that thinking? Angel seemed surprise by his own reaction because he shook his head and forced a smile to Husk.

“Sorry about that, Whiskers. Guess I’m still feeling a bit jittery.” He laughed, nervous and timid.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.” Husk asked. He didn’t want to make Angel think he had to pretend to be fine. He wanted Angel to be true to his feelings and know that he can confide in the cat. Angel looked down at the ground.

“Sorry.” Angel muttered, repositioning himself, loosely hugging his knees. His lower set of hands rubbed against each other.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” Husk reassured, moving to sit by Angel, who looked incredibly guilty. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You— you didn’t. I just.. I don’t know.” Angel faltered, seemingly struggling on his words. Husk tried to smile at him, but Angel didn’t seem to see it.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t need to explain. I won’t try to tickle you again.” Husk told him and Angel finally looked up at him.

The spider paused for a moment, as if thinking. He seemed.. embarrassed.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out before he averted his eyes. Husk listened. “You can tickle me,” The bartender’s eyes widened in disbelief. From his reaction, he wouldn’t have thought Angel would have given him permission to tickle him. “.. If you want.”

“Huh? I thought you didn’t want me to.”

“I didn’t say that.” Angel admitted.

“You want me to?” Husk jaw was nearly on the floor at this point.

“I’d always love your hands on me~” Angel purred, trying to lighten the mood.

“Angel.” Husk said, almost sternly, but mostly because he didn’t want to cross the actor’s boundaries.

“Fine. Yeah. I want you to. Happy?” Angel rolled his eyes, but there was a bit of redness on his cheeks. “Only you.”

Husk could feel his heart flutter in ways he did not want to address anytime soon and he tried to will away the blush that he could feel making its way to his face. He didn’t say anything, but he slowly lifted his hands to Angel, giving a gentle squeeze, as if testing the waters.

Angel giggled quietly, but he didn’t push him away. Feeling more confident, he scooted closer and lightly kneaded his hands on the spider’s body, occasionally scratching at his tummy.

“Hehehe… Huhuhusk..” Angel laughed, a genuine smile appearing on his face. Husk decided that he wouldn’t do too much with the tickling. Angel deserved gentleness and that’s what he wanted to give him tonight.

“Ticklish?” Husk cooed, teasing.

“Youhuhu knohow I a-ahaham!”

“Well, I do now.” Husk agreed, going to Angel’s tummy for real this time. He clawed at the thin fabric that very evidently outlined Angel’s frame. Angel was thin, he noticed. He worried that Angel may have been on a diet, as he knew many actors tended to be, but he decided not to ask. He wanted to cheer Angel up, not interrogate him.

His stomach seemed to be a sensitive spot, kicking up a bigger reaction than his sides.

“Hahahha! Nohohot thehehere!”

“Oh? Then where?”

“I dohohon’t knohohow!”

“Aren’t you hopeless?” The bartender chucked, lighthearted, but as per Angel’s wishes, he moved spots. Instead, he began to poke and prod in between Angel’s ribs. Less sensitive than the stomach. Still, about the same as his sides.

“Wahahahaha!” As soft laughter continued to spill from the actor’s lips, not once had he asked Husk to stop. Angel must not mind being tickled.

“How do you get anything done, being so ticklish?” Husk joked, but he reached a hand to boop Angel’s nose.

“People dohohon’t reheheheally tihihickle me!” Angel tried to speak, as if it were a normal conversation and not just Husk teasing him.

“Really? It’s adorable.” Husk said, before he could stop it. Angel blushed slightly at that, but didn’t respond. Husk smiled at him, fondly. It wasn’t as though he was lying. Angel did look quite cute like this, so genuine and so sweet.

He let it go on for only a few minutes before Angel finally asked him to stop. He did, but he stayed close to Angel. Angel leaned his head on his shoulder and the both fell silent, only the sound of Angel breathing and catching his breath could be heard.

“That was fun.” Angel admitted, after a while. “I’m used to people touching me because they want my body. So when you touched me.. I panicked.”

“I’m sorry. I should have asked first.” Husk murmured, feeling guilty.

“No! You did nothing wrong.” Angel rushed to say. “I don’t mind you touching me. And you were so gentle, even when I didn’t ask you to be… it was.. nice.”

“I liked it too.” Husk whispered, feeling embarrassed. That’s when Angel looked up at him, looking in his eyes that made Husk feel flustered.

“Wouldn’t mind if we did that more often. Maybe, next time you should be on the receiving side, though~” Husk gulped.

“Don’t bother trying. I ain’t ticklish.”

“Oh? That so, Kitty? Wanna put it to the test?” Angel smirked, as he wiggled his fingers at Husk. And there it was. Typical Angel.

Still, Husk wondered why he wasn’t so bothered by his flirting this time. He did not have any time to think any more on that before Angel decided he was going to prove that Husk’s statement of “not being ticklish” was, in fact, a lie. Ha.

[venice-1987]

Listened to a podcast the other day discussing Season 6 Episode 2 with Jesse Inocalla (Voice of Soren) as the guest, and one part of it really reminded me of why I love Soren and Corvus, either as a romantic pair or even just as a friendship.

To summarize, the theme of the episode that the podcast picked out was the theme of acceptance, and Jesse Inocalla picked the last moment, where Corvus says "A good man with a big heart" to analyze through that lens. And he talked about Soren, who has wanted nothing more than to be loved as his complete self, not just as parts of himself (a crownguard, someone who is silly, someone who has gone through everything he has, etc.), and Corvus really being one of the first people to express that kind of love and acceptance towards him.

But then the host of the podcast asks Jesse about who is doing the accepting in that moment (as per the theme discussed), and I was surprised when Mr. Inocalla answers that Corvus (I believe part of his response were the words "fuck it, we ball" regarding when Corvus finally returns the hug after being caught off guard), and that speaks so much to this dynamic they have. Corvus, who is not big on physical affection, would say "fuck it, we ball" to a big hug from Soren. We see a little of his discomfort at the beginning of the episode when Soren (literally) picks him up. But in this moment, there is only a second of that, before acceptance. Acceptance of that affection, and accepting what Soren means to him, and what he means to Soren, and letting that vulnerability happen.

That's why Sorvus, or platonic Soren and Corvus, or whatever, has captured my heart so much. I just love them to bits.

Here is the link to the podcast, if you want to listen: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/acceptance-tdp-s6e2-love-war-mushrooms-w-jesse-inocalla/id1486277624?i=1000665962366

(Also, Jesse Inocalla and Omari Newton (Voice of Corvus) apparently talk a lot about their characters together. Sirs?)

[mossy-leo]

Hi has anyone binged a fic so good you just. Don’t know what else to do with yourself? Like. Hello??? How dare you alter my brain chemistry like that?? Who invited you?? Oh who am I kidding, I invited you and I wish I could forget you so I can experience you again for the first time. Teehee!! Normal activities from yours truly tonight!!

[hideousvampire]

this is actually the most wild ao3 relationship tag ive ever had to write out

[thirium-sodapop]

moonstone eyes, taaffeite nights

The knuckles are most tender when they're bruised. Even hands that were made for nothing short of bloodshed can be capable of being tender.. or Meruem can at least try.

currently heavily fixated on hunterxhunter and the lack of happy ending for merumugi actually KILLED me! and this fanfic idea brainworm did not leave my mind. they are happy and in love in my heart okay! this is my second fanfic so feedback is cool too..

"Checkmate." Again. Despite the amount of times that he had faced loss against her, he still couldn't fully suppress the thoughts that told him to kill her right then and there, that dark, primal corner of his mind, filled with nothing but outrage at how he had let himself face loss to such a pathetic human time and time again. The corner that demanded retribution for its inability to never truly best her, despite being born specifically to do just that. Best everyone. Best anything.

He was the King. The Supreme Leader of all. He was meant to reign superior over anyone and everything. The audacity of this mere pest, to challenge his authority-

But his thoughts were quickly quieted by the sound of Komugi's voice, the gentle yet familiar tone acting as an ever alleviating balm for his conflicted mind.

Her voice was as soothing as summer rain.

He would never admit that, though. Neither to her, or to himself.

"Ah... you played very well, though..! I was getting nervous with the new strategy that you used.. you got a lot of my pieces.." She never let him dwell on his forthcomings.. no, never. Always so humble. So soft.

Her nature was nothing but the polar opposite of what his was. What was he was made to be. And yet, he couldn't help but feel attracted to her. To her tenderness. Her warmth.

At times he wondered if letting her stay around him for too long would destroy that humanity he had come to get so attached to. If allowing to linger around him like this would taint her. Taint her nature. Turn her into the monster that he was.

And yet.. he kept her close. Perhaps it was his own selfish nature that made him so reluctant to let her go.

"That's enough for today. Go rest." Meruem had straightened up from his position, moving away from leaning his face into his hand. They had been playing for quite the while. He could see the stars in the sky from how late it had been.

Perhaps it was that he simply needed her. As the moon needed the sun, as the clouds needed the sky, as a flower needed water, as the heads side of a coin needed its tails. Perhaps it was as simple as that.

Komugi had quickly interjected, her hands wavering, insistent in wanting to continue. "No, no, I can keep going-"

He quickly cut her off, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "You will rest. I expect you to be in good condition tomorrow." He had never felt this.. insistent towards maintaining someone else's wellbeing before. Not himself, not his Royal Guards.. no one.

It was... strange, to say the least.

But he wasn't going to fight it. At least, not with the conscious part of his mind.

"Ah.. but, Meruem-sama.." Always sticking to that honorific, even though he saw her as an equal.. despite the protests his Ant instincts may have against such reasoning.

"You heard me." And she relents rather quickly, letting out a soft sigh.

He himself was the one telling her to leave of his own volition. Nonetheless.. he could not help but yearn to keep her company. For him to simply be able to bask in her presence for eternity. Komugi... she was the moon that had brightened up his night skies.

The feeling of pure affection that was welling up in his mind was so strange. So off putting. So disgustingly potent. So sickeningly sweet.

It almost made him want to throw up. The fact that he let this pitiful human worm its way into his heart... The heart that was supposed to be impenetrable, fortified by countless evolutions of species and species of organism, destined for a life of being the ruler of everything..

The human that made the concrete walls he had so diligently created and detailed crumble to dust.

"Komugi..." He spoke her voice with such a delicateness, a fondness, one that could be considered almost unbecoming of a man of his status. Addressing her like a lover when his thoughts screamed at him to treat her like anything but.

Before he himself had processed the action, he had gently cradled her chin in one of his hands, and she practically felt like porcelain in his touch. Ready to crack at the slightest bit of pressure.

He didn't know what possessed him to do it. But it felt.. right. Strangely right. He could feel a wave of contentment wash over him as he brushed his thumb over his cheek, his gaze raking over her face.

...His thoughts had quieted.

Meruem was not used to this. It felt almost as if time had stood still.

...She was beautiful.

So...

Beautiful.

Lord knew how disgusted he'd be with himself for thinking these thoughts so freely later. He really couldn't care less. Not now. Not when he had her. His thoughts couldn't reach him here. Not when he had her in his grasp... his mind had finally been able to go quiet, for once.

"Meruem-sama..." And yet, Komugi's mind was the complete opposite. Her thoughts were racing. Meruem was holding her so gently, so , she could feel her heart hammering out of her chest.

No one had ever held her so sweetly. Was this happening? Was this sensation real..? Why was he so.. nice to her? She was.. nothing. That was all she had been from her birth. Forever the burden on the people around her. Forever the burden around her family. Gungi was her only saving grace from being completely useless. So why...

Why did he make her feel like she was more than just a Gungi champion..? More than just her title? Even if the only thing that they did together most of the time was play with each other, Meruem made her feel.. like more than just what she was meant to be.

He made her feel like.. herself. Like Komugi. Like how she was meant to feel. Like a person. Like a human...

It was ironic, really.

How he had more humanity than any of the people in Komugi's life. And yet, he wasn't even a human.

She truly didn't deserve him... his touch.. she didn't deserve any of it...

But before her thoughts could go any further, he lets his hand go, looking almost remorseful for even daring to touch her.

"..Go, Komugi." Meruem's voice had practically came out in a whisper, his gaze looking off to the side as he had addressed her, his voice tinged with a hint of.. guilt. Guilt for letting her stay around like this for so long, guilt for practically tainting her, leeching onto any semblance of her he could have with him like a damn parasite.

...

"And.. come back tomorrow."

...

Oh. Maybe he didn't feel so guilty after all. But... most kings are selfish, anyway.

Perhaps he could let himself bask in her presence just a bit more...

Just for a little bit.

[nshi-ao3]

Huh. Who are these two? Look kinda familiar…

[ppjeterka]

Snow Blind

New mattdrai fic: Snow Blind!

Prologue out now :) you can read here!

Summary:

The boy hears his name for the first time as he heaves for breath, sprawled naked on the linoleum floor of an ice rink basement, surrounded by melting chips of ice. He isn’t cold, and his breath doesn’t cloud out in front of him with each frantic gasp, but he shivers with his whole body. “Do you know where you are?” The boy shakes his head in short little jerks back and forth. It smells like an ice rink, a smell he just knows intuitively, the connection already there in his brain before he knew he needed it. “Your name is Matthew,” the man tells him as he kneels and tugs the boy––Matthew––into a seated position by his shoulders. Matthew shudders at the warmth emanating from the large, callused hands holding him in place. "I am your father. You are my creation. And one day, you're going to win the Stanley cup." Or: Matthew is a boy carved and extracted from ice, a tool in the shape of a body made for one purpose and one purpose only. He's not meant to know how to do anything else. If only it were ever that easy.

[xylo-art]

Wrote a little something for funsies

[shoezuki]

Self-Serving

If Sampo Koski was to list his priorities, he’d say his most esteemed customers were number one. The smuggling, stealing, bartering, forging, and occasional mercenary work were all thanks to the numerous customers vying for his impeccable services! How could he possibly offer and profit from his skills if there was no demand for them? Sampo’s business associates and ‘friends’ were what he truly valued most.

This is, of course, a lie. 

Sure, he doesn’t break into warehouses without a buyer lined up; he has no reason to break into random houses and pilfer their family’s worthless heirlooms if someone hadn’t hired him for it; and of course, he smuggled artifacts and supplies down in the Underworld for all the right prices. But in the end, it was all about Shields. Sampo doesn’t act without cash incentive. Natasha was the seldom exception, but Sampo couldn’t lie and say that having a doctor in his good graces wasn’t a worthwhile payment to smuggling medical supplies. 

The truth was that Sampo Koski values himself above all.

He is, first and foremost, a selfish creature; selfishness is his very nature. Laws and ownership be damned, he will seek out what things and thrills he wants, and he will get them. His customers are a means to an end, and those that don’t play fair with him can be exploited, too. He doesn’t always act for his ‘friends’, but sometimes simply because he wants to. 

Of course, it’s only natural that it is his very nature that led to this predicament. 

Read the rest on Ao3 here

[ritz-writes]

so i made a small change to good things come to those who wait, for those who haven't noticed 👀

see anything different?

like a... chapter count perhaps? 🤭

[cerealmonster15]

the self care of the day is doodling fanart of my OWN fics, specifically cater centric ones bc I’ve been lacking Cater Content lately 🕺

[artpo]

fic stats meme

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

thank you so much for the tag bestie @b1uetrees <3

i haven't written much and i'm working on things, slowly, but here goes:

Most hits: Under the lights tonight, KinnPorsche (Pt.1 of KP meet-cute in a club series)

“You were staring.” Tay crosses his arms. Kinn shakes his head. “No. We just happened to have awkward eye contact, that’s all.” “You’ve been checking him out ever since we got back from the car,” Tay says. “No, I have been looking around in general.” “Oh Kinn, cut the crap. He’s hot, you were looking and that’s completely normal,” Time says. Tay nods. “Yeah, this is a night out. You’re bound to meet a handsome stranger. You should dance with him!”

Second most kudos: Lights on, KinnPorsche (Pt.2 of KP meet-cute in a club series)

Each time they meet, Porsche’s proximity feels like a short season that melts away before Kinn notices. But Kinn knows there is something there. Physically, he was always left wanting more. Emotionally, maybe he did too. Porsche enchanted him under the lights of the club, but Kinn wants to desire him with the lights on too. What scares him is that he also enjoys getting to know him. He is delighted by each new discovery of what makes him smile, what he does, what makes him tick.

Third most bookmarks: World In My Eyes, KinnPorsche

“As if you know anything about me.” Kinn scoffs and shakes his head. "I'll tell ya what. Let me get to know you. Starting tomorrow, we have seven days.” Porsche grins, resembling a kid that just shared his newest idea with their parent. He holds out a hand for Kinn. “Okay. Show me the world through your eyes, Porsche.” Kinn takes Porsche’s hand and shakes it. “And you show me the world through yours, Kinn.” Porsche squeezes his hand and Kinn thinks he might be blushing for the first time in a while. Or Porsche is an artist who saved up his whole life to travel to Italy and see the art pieces he's only ever seen in books in his room in Bangkok. Being an orphan with a tough childhood and a younger brother to take care of, he didn't dare to go, but his loved ones urged him to do something for himself. Kinn is a CEO who wants to expand his hotel chain business to Rome. They meet on a bus from Florence to Rome and decide to spend their free time together in Rome to experience the life through each others' eyes. Where will this journey take them?

Fifth most words: You can run away with me anytime you want, KinnPorsche

"Porsche...I don't want to go back to the life that I didn't choose." "Kinn..." Porsche looked at him sadly, still searching for the right words to comfort him. There was a deep sorrow in Kinn's eyes. Suddenly confidence overtook him, he wanted to open up again, to share his intruding thoughts with Porsche while he still could, while he still dared to hope. His eyes were burning with determination. Porsche kept studying him in wonder. "Porsche...run away with me." Kinn looked him dead in the eyes, making it clear to Porsche that he was not joking in the slightest. Like before, Porsche was tense. His leg was shaking uncontrollably, and his lips formed a tight line. He shook his head. "You know we can't, Kinn." ... Episode 6 but before Kinn lets Porsche go, he proposes they run away together. Also includes Kinn's POV of the conversation they had when they were stuck in the pit.

Least amount of words: Let me take care of you again, KinnPorsche

Chay fiddles with the hem of his sweater. “I have been thinking. I want you to quit this job.” Porsche stiffens. “Chay…I…it’s…” “I know what you are going to say…It’s good money, it can pay for my university fee. But I don’t care. I don’t want you to go back there.” Chay looks at Porsche. His lips are in a tight line and his leg starts shaking again. Chay can feel the vibrations in the couch beneath him, waves of Porsche’s nervousness washing over him. Porsche hates talking about his thoughts and feelings. But Chay is done indulging him with obedience. Or: Conversations between Porsche and Chay which I wish we had more of in the show. This would happen between Chay's kidnapping and Chay coming to live with the main family.

no pressure tags @martynaxao3, @tians-heart, @emberfaye, and @stoeptepel, have fun with this guys <3

[princess-starscourge]

can you bitches recommend raiden & scara fluff 2 me bcuz i’ve fallen into the hole and can’t get out not that i tried thanks in advance :-)

[bg-sparrow]

Self-acceptance?? 😅

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

someone left a comment on the fic and from their typing style it isn't even any of you guys i know here... 🥹 it was all worth it

[autisticbonestv]

GRRR RAHHGH hate it when i think so hard about a special interest that i am consumed with the urge to bang my head into the wall repeatedly !!