#thank you for this request it took me FIVE DRAFTS but it was fun for literally all of the time

[chiropteracupola]

If it strikes your fancy, for kiss prompts-A king and a herald, 19? (I'm not in any of your other fandoms lmao)

19. a kiss for luck

[reysdriver]

hiya!! would like to request

11:11pm + rockstar!remus + fluff (and/or smut teehee) where they just got back to the hotel after a concert

thank youu

You and Remus attempt to share a night together, just you and him after a concert — rockstar!remus x reader fluff

Warnings: HEAVY sexual references and repartee, alcohol consumption

Words: 0.8k

a/n: this is such an old request that's been in my drafts FOREVER but i finally finished it up and got to posting; hope you like it!

The song the boys played as their encore was still stuck in your head as you entered the hotel, hands entwined with Remus. 

After the concert ended, James and Lily left to have a midnight dinner together and Sirius had taken a fan backstage, leaving you and Remus to go off by yourselves. You weren’t complaining about it, you and your boyfriend had always found tours to be hard in terms of getting alone time together. 

You unlocked the door to the hotel room you had barely spent five minutes in after arriving that morning. It was nice, a far nicer room than you would have ever booked if you weren’t with Remus. As many times as he told you money was no issue and he just wanted to spoil you, a room with one double bed for the two of you was fine in your mind. 

“Wanna raid the mini-bar?” Remus asked, snapping you out of your hotel observations. 

“As much as I want to, and I mean this in the absolute nicest of ways,” You took a step towards him, bringing the back of your hand up to rest on his forehead. With a gentle swipe, your hand acted as a windshield wiper in a thunderstorm, ridding his face of what seemed like a gallon of sweat. “You need a shower, my love.”

He knew what you meant. Rocking out for an entire stadium of fans was no easy feat, always causing him to exhaust himself. 

Remus laughed and wiped the rest of the sweat from his face. “We can shower later.” He told you while reaching for a tiny bottle of whiskey. 

The confidence with which he said ‘we’ was amusing, but not unreasonable. You never wanted to spend time apart when he was touring, so you took advantage of every opportunity you found.  

“Plus, we might just get sweatier soon, so…” With a raised eyebrow, he trailed off, but you knew exactly what he was referring to. Still, you feigned shock. 

“So that’s why you want to drink all these tiny bottles, huh? Getting me all liquored up, Lupin?” 

“Not at all, it’s just a little added something.” He smiled and twisted the cap. “A little liquid confidence never ruined anyone’s fun.”

Your eyes accidentally roamed over to the price list and your jaw dropped. “It absolutely has, Rem. Especially when that little thing costs eight whole pounds!”

The whole ‘rich and famous musician’ thing still hasn’t become the default in your mind, so you were shocked and completely removed from the repartee you were taking part in just a moment ago. 

Remus just chuckled at your reaction. “It’s fine, dove. It would be fine if it were a hundred pounds, eight is fine too. Plus, it’s already opened, so there’s no point in fretting.” He could tell you were still hesitant and tried to fix that. “Here, I’ll go first. I’ll drink half, then you have the rest. That way, we don’t waste anything.”

He lifted the whiskey and took a sip, taking the burn like a champ. Then, he held it out for you, and you rolled your eyes teasingly. 

“Fine, but no more after this. Leave the mini-bar alone now.”

With the bottle’s neck between his thumb and index finger, he happily mimed crossing his heart with his pinky. Remus was just about to hand it to you, but he was interrupted by loud knocking on the hotel room door. 

Curiously, you both went over to open the door, only to find Sirius Black with a giddy look on his face. 

Before Sirius could even explain why he came over, Remus was already trying to subtly get rid of him. “Sirius, we thought you were with a friend; what happened to that?”

“It was just a quickie, it was okay. But, I’m here for something important!” You and Remus both eyed each other, confused as to what Sirius was going on about, then he continued. “There’s a group of fans outside of the hotel, on the side of your window. Wanna moon them?” 

Remus huffed, disappointed that he interrupted your night in for this. 

“Absolutely not. We’ll take a hard pass on that.”

Sirius pouted. “But it’s not as fun by myself.”

Your boyfriend started getting far less subtle. “Okay, well, I’m trying to do something here that’s also not as fun alone. Privacy is much appreciated.”

A stupid smirk strung itself across Sirius’ face as soon as Remus said that. His gaze shifted between the two of you as he knew exactly what he meant. 

“Ah, I get it. Not a lot of alone time on the tour, huh?” Sirius said, starting to close the door between him and you two. “Well, you can tell me if you need anything. If not, I’ll be on my way. Goodnight, lovebirds!”

The door was now shut completely, and the embarrassment was almost enough to get you to forget about the mini-bar fees you would be paying in the morning. 

[thelunarsystemwrites]

💙The two hundred follower DTIYS results!💙

We had some extravagant entries!! But alas, only our top four five will be receiving a prize! ^^'

In fourth place, may everyone welcome to the stage....

@somehhuuuhh!! who will also get my personal declaration of most creative entry!!

In third place, shining the spotlight on...

@and-bone-appetit!! I love love love what you did which the vines!!

Coming in second, rolling out the red carpets for... there were many to choose from, we actually have TWO second place winners, it was a tie!

@waxysketchd AND @determinedfanartist!! I loved both of these equally, and couldn't pick between the two! Which is when I remembered, it's my DTIYS and I can pick two second place winners!

...And finally, the one most akin to the original drawing, and first place, let's open up the curtains and let the moonlight in.... our first place winner is!...

@pixieperson19!!! This was EXTREMELY close!! I loved how absolutely on point you drew it!! While adding in your own creative touches!!

Also! Honourable mention to @largefound and @marisunshine903 for their unique perspectives in their drawings!!

PRIZES! I can't remember exactly what they were since I can't find the post, but I'm pretty sure they were the following!

FIRST PLACE: A fully/coloured shaded full body!

SECOND PLACE: Coloured nearly half body! (Thighs up!)

THIRD PLACE: Coloured shoulder up shot!

FOURTH PLACE: a doodle/sketch, ranging from half body to headshot depending on what's wanted! ^^'

RULES!

You may ask for any UTMV sans/oc, or your ocs as long as there's a full reference. Monster/nonhuman are my strong suit, but humans/humanoid is allowed too!

You may also request something like scenery, not sure why you would but you can! ^^

I will not do art of your irl face!

Once the outlines are done, it'll be sent to you, this is your last chance to ask for changes before I colour/clean up. Afterwards, what you get will be your prize ^^"

You may repost the art/use it as you wish, but no commercial use, no AI training, no tracing over it! Make sure to credit me if you repost!

I will only post the prize art if you'd like me too!

ABSOLUTELY NO com/proship related uses!

Don't request NSFW ^^" suggestive is okay

I HAVE THE RIGHT TO DENY YOUR REQUEST in which case you'll have to make a new one.

Uhh I think that's everything! Understand It'll take me awhile!

I'm bad at poses but I'll try!

Thank you to everyone for participating!! The next DTIYS will not have prizes sadly, and will be at 400 followers! <33

Once again, thank you everyone who wanted to join, who joined, who commented and reblogged, and more!!

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(ALSOO I will be posting about prizes soon!)

[apprenticestanheight]

hi!! i have a request :) would it be okay if you wrote a specs x transmasc reader where the reader gets specs to help him with a testosterone shot?? its totally okay if no tho!! have a good day :)

T - specs x transmasc! reader

hi nonnie!! I'm sorry this took a while--this one has been sitting in my drafts for a good few weeks now and I've had it written for just as long. My object permanence is the absolute fuckin' worst, however, and I, admittedly, forgot to edit this before today because of getting distracted by other projects and also getting so anxious I physically could not will myself to get out of bed multiple days in a row since you sent this one into my inbox.

HOWEVER, I did get my shit together today (started on medication for adhd because I told my dr I thought I had it and we're testing it out to see if it works for me to help with those symptoms + anxiety management wot wot) and so, here this is!! I am, once again, sorry for the delay, and I promise if you send another request in I will do my best to do it that week.

fic type - this is fluffy!!

warnings - there are mentions of needles in this

In the five years since you'd come out and the five and a half since you and Specs had started dating, you'd only asked him to help you with your weekly testosterone shot maybe twice in the three and a half years since you'd finally gotten through all of the necessary hoops and had been able to start taking it.

Normally, you could do it yourself without a hitch, sometimes a little squeamish at the sight of the needle, but that Friday you'd asked him to help because he did it a bit quicker than you did--even if by just a solid second or two--while the two of you were on a time crunch in a rush to meet Elise and Tucker. Also, somewhat, as a way to squeeze a bit more time with him out of your day because you had to work an eight hour shift from 3-11, and when you got home he'd either be reading a comic while half asleep or asleep on your side of the bed in your absence.

He agrees to your ask without questioning it, getting the shot ready while you talk to him about how work has been because you've worked a string of evening shifts for the past three weeks and have been too drained to talk about it the next day. He happily listens, occasionally commenting where it's appropriate to make a remark or agree with an opinion you hold about a coworker, though he also acknowledges that he only has your bias to base an opinion on and not his own.

"Thank you for this, by the way," you murmur as you're standing up to pull your pants down to your thighs. "I know I could've done it myself, but I've missed you a lot lately and wanted to squeeze in an extra few minutes."

That remark brings out a soft smile from Specs, given to you as you're sitting back down. A second later, you can see the debate as to whether or not he wants to give you a forehead kiss occur in his expressions before he pauses, presses a quick but somewhat lingering kiss to your forehead, one of his hands reaching up to cup your cheek.

"I've missed you too, for what it's worth," Specs says. "Elise has kept us busy with her clients and Tucker and I have kept ourselves busy with Spectral Sightings stuff, but we've not seen much of each other lately and it's been hard."

You've missed him so terribly that it hurts, and there have been multiple points in the lulls of your evening shifts wherein you've been tempted to just pick up the phone and call him. You haven't for fear of being judged and seeming co-dependent, but you're at a point where you don't care how co-dependent it makes you seem. You're allowed to miss him when you're working evenings and don't get much of a chance to see him except for in your easier mornings.

You're nodding your agreement with his sentiments as he finishes getting your shot ready. You watch the needle go in, unblinking and relatively unphased, grabbing a "fun" Band-Aid--one shaped like a ghost, one of many from a Band-Aid kit gifted to you by Tucker for your birthday that year--to place over it as the slight pain from the injection settles and the needle is removed.

You pull your pants back up and rake your hands through your hair as Specs discards the needle properly, ever the one to be cautious about how your injection needles are handled, and you're thanking him as you put your testosterone away as it's meant to be stored.

He does a bit of idle cleaning while you finish getting ready, and you wind up stealing one of his button downs to wear over a black shirt. You kiss his cheekbone as he tosses you your keys, and the two of you leave your shared house hand in hand, so full of contentment that you already know how happy you seem is bound to make Tucker fake a gag while he smiles.

[tj-dragonblade]

Fanfic Tag Game

Tagged by @softest-punk and @landwriter, thank you both!

1. How many fics do you have on AO3? 133

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? I will break 400K with the next thing I post (unless it is somehow less than 401 words lol) Also, this would require actually focusing on something to finish it

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently? Sandman (technically, Dreamling). Previously? MCU, Naruto, Saiyuki, and Gundam Wing

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Overall (these are from my Naruto days and more than ten years old): Delayed (or, Why Kakashi Is Never On Time) (GaiKaka) at 3963 Past the Limits (KakaNaru) at 1272 Affirmation (KakaNaru) at 1022 Worth It (KakaIru) at 1005 Vigil (GaaNaru) at 843 (It kills me that I am Just Not That Into Kakashi and yet he's fucked his way into four of my top five, lol)Current fandom tops, just for fun (all of which are at most a year-plus-change in age) Use Your Words at 443 Insatiable at 398 Fluffbruary Fills (2023) at 375 In the Morning Light at 318 Built For You at 308

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, generally! I am still catching up on Fluffbruary comments, much to my chagrin

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Going aaaallllll the way back to Gundam Wing, I did a songfic where I implied a breakup until the final-line reveal that the character had gasp actually died. There may be a couple other angst-based pieces in my catalog, but that I think is the Most(tm).

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most everything I write is a happy ending, when there's any semblance of plot involved. Uh. The Umbrella Boys AU had a wedding; maybe that counts? Either that or the Thessaly breakup fic with all the hurt-comfort pining that finally resolves into requited realization.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Never have, would like to keep it that way.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? The good kind *eyebrow waggle*

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have…three, that could be counted as crossovers, and one that's a proper fusion. None of them are particularly crazy. Duo and Wufei did Naruto roleplay in the bedroom. Kakashi and Naruto took on Princess Bride's fire swamp. Gojyo and Hakkai acquired Jiipu from Count D and his pet shop with a complete disregard for the fourth wall. Maybe that one, then, though it's more crack than crazy-crossover. Hob wearing the Wavemother's Robe is not enough of anything to count as a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of, no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! I don't recall which ones but I've had requests to translate to Chinese, to Russian, and I think Spanish as well? Possibly French also. My memory is shit. Je suis désolé.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? Yeah, a friend and I co-wrote a couple back in GW and it was…fun? At the time? It started as me helping her with the smut portion of a thing she was doing and turned into a cowrite with a sequel. Not the sort of thing I'd have written on my own, and definitely not now twenty years later with my current kink preferences

14. What’s your all time favourite ship? …yeah, that's not a thing I can answer. Whichever I'm fixated on is inevitably my favorite at the time but once the fixation fades, I still have so much love for each of them.

15. What’s a fic you’d like to finish but don’t think you ever will? Oh my god there are so many. But there are two-three unfinished drafts for ThorBruce fic that I really—see, my MCU fandom experience soured so fast I did not have my usual three-year run of productive ficwriting and the ideas I was working on probably could have been finished were that not the case. I would still love to finish them but the motivation (let alone the time) is just not there.

16. What are your writing strengths? I take great pride in my smut, and I like to think I'm good at it. Painting pictures with my words? Maybe character voice, in certain cases.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plot. Stories with plot and progression and chapters and such. Follow-through to finish pieces that don't get done in the initial burst of focus.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? If I had a need for it at some point, I would want to consult a native speaker to ensure correct translation and I would include the translation in footnotes etc. But it would have to be some really specific reason that the foreign language was needed/integral to some story device to not just indicate via some other means (e.g., '"xyz," he said, in perfect French', use of italics, etc) that a different language is in use.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Gundam Wing. If we don't count the 'DS9 novel idea' that I recall making notes on in my journal back in high school, or any of the Mary Sue DS9 thoughts I would also journal about. None of that was ever 'actual writing' nor did I have anywhere I would have shared it in '96.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Again. How'm I supposed to pick? Ugh. Let's see, fandom by fandom. Gundam Wing…no, nothing there is a favorite. Saiyuki…When the Chips Are Down. Comedy gen-fic based on a tidbit of fandom lore is not something I manage terribly often but I am quite pleased with this one; Jiipu's pov always delights me and I'm proud of all the voice work here also. Naruto…maybe Seized? Sai POV is one of my strengths and I think it came through really well in that one. MCU…Carpe Diem, I'm very pleased with character voices in that one. Sandman…I remain very fond of the Drunken Confessions Fluffbruary 2023 fic and the Car and Cutoffs one might be my favorite smutfic. So far.

If you'd like to do this, please take my passive tag this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Hey did you get my pms? Hope you're well today

Hey there! So…I've been told by several of you lovely readers that you really appreciate how I'm always really kind to all of you and really understanding. And I try really hard to be kind, to make this a happy, peaceful, fun blog for you guys. And I'm really sorry for anyone I'm going to disappoint here because I'm not going to be as nice as I normally am.

I have received your direct messages. I was sleeping because it was late at night when they came in Thursday night. So I wasn't able to read them until Friday morning before work. I then worked a full shift, as I do have a job that takes up quite a bit of my time, so I wasn't able to answer right away and honestly, I needed to take some time and think about how I wanted to reply to them because of things I'll cover later on. This came into my account around the time I was eating an early-ish supper on Saturday, so the messages hadn't even been sitting unanswered for very long, to be honest. As said, I work a job, volunteer with Mental Health, have to sleep and eat, have regular therapy appointments, have friends in real life I try to see in person or reply to their texts with some regularity (even though sometimes it can take me days or even a week to even answer friends texts) so I don't have as much online time available and what time I have online is largely spent lately writing the actual requests and posts for the blog (mostly in advance, and then finding the time to proof and then post them), clearing my inbox and draft folders. I've been honest and upfront always on this blog that I'm very much trash on replying to private messages and that it does take me a while to find the extra time, and social battery as I am an introvert and sometimes just can't find it in me to want to talk to people directly, to want to message back. On top of that, I had five other people waiting for replies to their direct messages to me that I hadn't replied to either at that point, now four of them, and some of their messages have honestly been sitting there for over a week. I am working on answering people back, but please respect the fact that it can take time and, maybe because of my neurodivergence, but reminders that the direct messages are there and hey, answer them because someone is waiting make me feel really pressured and stressed and definitely not eager to reply or talk to a person.

Now, since you brought this into a publicly answerable space by coming into the inbox, and because honestly, I've been really struggling with how to respond to your messages, I'm going to respond publicly, because most of it I would like to share with everyone who reads this blog. I mean no active disrespect to you by doing so, and will apologize in advance if you take it that way. Below is the private messages sent to me.

First, I do want to say, I do see the compliments in the message. I really appreciate them, they're very kind words, I appreciate the time you took to write them and the fact that reading my posts inspires you to write as well. Thank you very much for every compliment written.

Now, we'll tackle the answers, and things I did want to say, not only to this person but to everyone, step by step. I'm really glad that this person, and many of the others who read my stuff, do see the amount of effort I put into each and every one of my posts. Especially with the AU's, for most of them I really do take at least a day or two, sometimes longer, to really think them out, build up the worlds, figure out how the characters would really translate to this newly built up world, how they'd interact with each other in it, how their relationships in canon can be translated over. For some AU's, I do go and do research to build the actual world…going to use the most recently posted AU here, the mall AU with Eyeshield 21. As mentioned in that post, I went and actually pulled up maps of a mall to consider all the potential stores and since Deimon was really the focus and I set them working at a Cabela's like store, I was like…I know I've been in a Cabela's but how are the stores laid out again, what are all the different sections in a Cabela's and not only did I go look on their website but I phoned a friend I'd been meaning to hang out with anyway and was like 'shopping date? Only thing I ask for stores is that we stop by a Cabela's and you don't make fun of the fact that I'm not going to buy anything, just want to walk the store haha'. With the AU's, the match-up's, the headcanon requests, I'll sometimes even get stuck on whether an idea in my head really matches up with the character and does truly feel right, so I either go watch clips of the character or research, see what trivia I can dig up to either double-check what I already know, or see if I missed anything. So you are right in that, yeah, there is a lot of effort put into my posts and my writing. And I am so, so, SO happy and not at all bothered by putting in that amount of effort. Writing these posts, coming up with the ideas, spinning everything out, it is fun for me, it is something I enjoy, so please don't think that I am complaining about that, just wanting to explain why I'm going to go the direction I am in this reply.

Plain out blanket rule on this blog - if you see something on here you love and you come up with story ideas, with additional headcanons, with something you want to write, draw, do anything creative with? Please, please feel free to do so and to share those things publicly if you are comfortable. I do ask that you give me or my post credit for inspiration, because that would be the polite thing to do and tagging me in it so I can see what you did and geek out and love up on it would make me very happy, but I will be able to shrug it off if you don't, with the only exception to this being The Ever Young, where I do demand credit at the very least because that is at least a year, if not more, of solid world building and character building on my side.

Honestly, even though the AU's and even some of the headcanon posts have given me serious story ideas and I would love to, and plan on, finding the time and creative energy to properly write them out, the fact of the matter is that as writers, based on that one idea, both me and someone else can write it as a story and our stories are honestly probably going to be drastically different, because we'll have different ideas, different views of characters and relationships, different styles and tones to our writing. And I get being inspired by others - I've never made it a secret that the delinquent!Shouhei fic I write and post on here is inspired by some absolutely brilliant and inspiring headcanons shoheiakagi (if you're a fan of K and not following them, please click the link and check them out because they are wonderful and I personally really love their blog and how they help keep the K fandom so alive and active) wrote on their blog and that without those, the fic wouldn't exist.

This particular person though? I'm not sure I love the idea of you taking my ideas and running with them for one very important reason, and maybe it's really mean and petty of me, but it's the reason text on that screengrab of the messages is highlighted. Please make no mistake - what I do on this blog, the headcanons, the AU's, the match-up…everything, really. This is all very, very VERY much writing, just as much so as writing fic. I've written, in my storied fandom career (which started on Quizilla, way back in 2002 guys, yes I am the cryptkeeper), short fic, long fic, roleplaying posts - both as an original character and as canon characters, comfort letters to people from their favourite characters, quizzes, choose your own adventure stories, and what you see posted on this blog and my former one polycanons. And I can absolutely guarantee you that they are all forms of writing, that they all can be extremely time-consuming and hard to write in their own ways, that they all take effort and creativity. To reduce what I do on this blog into 'not exactly writing'…to be honest, I struggled with whether to even answer the messages and how to do so because I do accept my neurodivergence means I might overreact to things at times and I wanted to give my brain time and space to really think on what you sent to see if I was potentially overreacting. But honestly, it's now Sunday, three days after the messages were sent and while I would have liked a little more time to process and think about this, this person seems to want a more immediate answer so… I might be overreacting and I might be being petty, but I am also stating my truth when I say that the way that was worded came off to me as so incredibly dismissive of my hard work on my posts and a little disrespectful of me as an actual writer, to the point where it really invalidated any compliments you did give.

Honestly, while I love each and every single one of you, my constant, lovely readers, and will terribly miss you (my heart will, honestly, ache a little over the loss and I will carry you lovelies in my heart and wish you well) I will ask, as I'm asking this person, that if you really honestly and truly hold the opinion that what I do here on the blog is 'not exactly writing', if you can't even give me that baseline of respect, then please unfollow me and please do not use the ideas that I, as a writer, come up with.

[louwhose]

Wip Tag Game

Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!

Thanks for the tag @playinggalaga. I... quite frankly forgot about it until I saw it sitting in my drafts. But I still wanted to do it so here it is!

Still looking for a name but it's based off of mistborn

“The issue is,” she said, and oh how he liked that crisp upper-class accent in her disinterested tone, “that when you come back a pretty boy will be in your spot. And while it certainly would be more polite to leave and find another spot…” She sighed and glanced at the lantern he was barely noticing that illuminated the small nook. “This has the best light for reading.” Link felt his cheeks flushing, especially as he realized she had been there earlier and wanted to return to… read some more? Yes, he saw the book in her hands now, and a fruitcake like she had mentioned earlier on a plate in the other. “I’m sorry miss, I can move.” “Nonsense.” She flicked her wrist with the book, as if brushing away the idea. “There’s plenty of room for two people, if you don’t mind scooting over.”

2. that one telegraph au

It wasn’t addressed to anyone, just another operator sending something down the line when they were bored, a common occurrence. He smiled at it though. It was such an interesting statement, probably meant to get lost and only pass a moment in time. But he was curious. He wanted to respond.

3. uncertain if it's crack or angst

She sighed, almost like she was disappointed that she had been rescued. “May I ask…” she took a deep breath and clasped her hands in front of her chest before continuing. “…do you remember me?” He blinked. Oh, right. She was the voice that had talked to him, hadn’t she? Held back the thing for he didn’t remember how long. And he didn’t even remember her name. “Sorry.”

4. Royal Enigma (yes I actually have a name for some of these)

He glanced at her. And she couldn’t help but to catch her breath, because his eyes, his eyes were so blue, bluer than the desert sky, bluer than cool safflina, blue blue blue blue blue. They were gorgeous. Attractive. The realization made her take in the rest of his face, as opposed to only his armor that she had noticed before. His skin was pale but flushed from the heat, and slick with sweat that made his long dirty blond hair stick to it. His features were delicate, and she couldn’t decide if they were handsome or pretty, but undoubtedly attractive. Her gaze returned to his eyes, which she still liked best of all, and got lost in them again.

5. An Aladdin AU that will hopefully actually happen eventually

Impa gave a slight bow of her head, in both deferment and acknowledgement of Zelda’s choice for complete propriety at the moment. “The Queen has requested your presence.” Zelda could not help but sigh. Of course her mother wanted her to come right when she had managed to make herself feel horrible already. But the Queen was calling, and she could do nothing more than delay the inevitable, so Zelda took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and pressed her lips together before meeting Impa’s eyes. “I am ready. You may escort me to her.”

No pressure tagging... @dawn-the-rithmatist @deiliamedlini @cooking-with-hailstones @flutefemme @aurathian

[prabhatprakashan12]

Song of The Trinity: The Rise of Kali

Sai Chandravadhan Bommadevara writes under the pen name of Vadhan. He is an author with four published books. He intends to unravel the Stories, mysteries, poignances and wonders of India, one thriller at a time.

While his first book, ‘Shatru', a prequel to "Song of the Trinity", a fantasy series, is a thriller based on the Puranas, Upanishads, and Vedas. His second book, ‘Agniputr', is based on a single stanza from Yajurveda. His third book, ‘Fear of God', deals with corruption and vigilantism. His fourth book, ‘The Vimana Transcripts, is a thriller based on ancient Indian temples and is rated as one of the five top thrillers of 2021 by the Indian Booktuber.

Read more : Song of The Trinity: The Rise of Kali

A lawyer by qualification, Vadhan Started his career as a constitutional lawyer, working and learning with some of the top lawyers in India. In 2000, he transitioned to regulatory compliance services. Currently, Vadhan is an executive director in one of the four largest consulting firms, leading regulatory compliance services for multinational and transnational corporations across more than 70 countries.

Acknowledgments

This book started it all. And here we are at last, bringing it into this world. Let me acknowledge the genesis for this work. It was a simple request for a bedtime story from my little kids. Now, my daughter's moved to Australia to set up her own family and my son is a budding actor, lawyer and what not. The story grew up too. It's no longer a bedtime story. It is supported by no less than the Vedic masters. I have relied on the Rig Veda, Upanishads, Ayyavazhi, Puranas and many other ancient texts to write this one.

Have no doubt, it's a fantasy thriller based in the present day. But there are worlds in it, mythical creatures, Gods and demons and a supreme evil. In short, it's a fun, fast paced book to read.

I have to acknowledge the extraordinary knowledge and insight of the ancient masters. Every word had a meaning, every sentence symbolized their intellect. Thank you O great ones, from the bottom of my heart.

I will fail in my duty if I don't recount the extraordinary support from my wife, Sonia Venugopal. She is, as I keep saying in every book of mine, my toughest critic but for this one, she

put in her best so far. She read the various drafts that came out a million times, critiquing them with the precision and intellect that only she possesses. Need I add, she is a Virgo. The crowning glory of her contribution to this work is the extraordinary cover that she designed for it. It helped that she is a graphic designer but the cover encapsulates the core of the book so beautifully and it only goes to prove how she owned the work and put her best into it. My heartfelt gratitude. What will I be without you? I am so blessed.

When I reached out to Suhail Mathur, my literary agent, friend and guide in the world of books that the manuscript was finally ready, to be honest, he didn't like the title for the work that I had thought of at that time. Not one bit!

We tried many things until it hit me that the most obvious choice for the book should and must be 'Song of the Trinity'. It cannot be anything else. When you read it, you'll know why. He liked it too. Which is important to me. Suhail took the time to read through the book and give me his inputs

Read more:The Rise of Kali

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Crossing Paths - drabble from the Crossfire universe

request from @excusemyuwus -

I remember Tae said he had a crush on her while working on that project so now I kinda want to see his pov of that time and how he was holding being around his crush lol, not gonna lie gangster Tae all nervous bc he like someone is something want to see (also imagine how much the guys would tease him uwu)

tumblr ate your ask when I tried to answer it, sorry! this is the only part I had copied, but if it ever resurfaces, I shall answer there. for now it is still refusing to cooperate so I am posting like this! (update: the ask just returned, it is here)

~pairing: taehyung x reader ~word count: 1.4k ~pre-relationship, fluff, angst, slice of life, mafia au, college au ~rating: g ~warnings: vague mention of gang activity, this is a gang au after all, but it’s not particularly prominent

~a/n: thank you for your great request! this was so nice to come back to, I am so sentimental about this series as my first bts fic🥰takes me back to when I was just getting into bts… it felt hard to do it justice! because of this, sorry it took me a while to write, but I wanted to do it well, and again I kept the theme of making my ‘drabbles’ wayyy longer😅final big thanks to the site being frustrating and eating drafts and such🙃��but here it is, finally seeing the light of day! I hope you enjoy it x

“I can tell something’s on your mind, Tae.”

Jimin stared coolly at his friend. Looking over his shoulder guiltily as he unlocked the door, Tae found the other boy with his hands in his pockets, looking expectant.

All Tae could do was shrug as he elbowed the door open, heading to ditch his bag.

“Hey, Jimin’s right.”

A light flick on Tae’s forehead made him startle, looking up to find Hobi grinning, though his head was tilted to one side in question.

“What is it?”

Jimin’s shoulder nudged his own as they sunk into the sofa.

Tae checked his phone.

“It’s just a project for class, don’t worry about it,” he pocketed his phone, ignoring their gazes, “I gotta meet with my partner in an hour.”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t staying that long anyway,” Hobi slumped down too, having helped himself to a drink from the fridge, “I’m on watch with Yoongi across town.”

As the discussion turned to this week’s jobs and deals, Taehyung rested his head back against the sofa. The sounds of his friends’ conversation was like static. Instead, he was picturing the scene in class earlier, as the slideshow was flipped to show the project partners on the screen.

Tae hadn’t been too fussed, idly playing with his pen lid as he searched for his name. But when his eyes fell on it, he sat up straight.

Having only bumped into you a few times in class, he had never expected his heart to be hammering quite so hard as he quickly scanned the room for you. Sliding his things away, he had walked towards you as everyone began to file out, meeting you halfway as you did the same.

Leaning against a desk to keep his jittery hands occupied, he grinned at you.

Your returning smile, he noticed, was much more nervous, only flickering into existence for a wavering second. The two of you had only a brief conversation to sort out when you would meet, before you had practically scurried away.

His eyes had lingered on you as his smile slowly sank.

Unconsciously poking his tongue against his cheek, Tae wondered if you were afraid of him.

“Hey!”

A finger clicked sharply in front of his face. He blinked back at Hobi’s grin, Jimin bursting into laughter at his side.

“Just a project, my ass,” Hobi shook his head, dumping an empty bottle on the coffee table, “don’t wanna be late, do you?”

A radiant smile was tossed over his shoulder as Hobi left the room, front door clicking soon after.

Sending his best friend a knowing look, Jimin also gathered himself to stand.

“Have fun tonight, yeah?”

He winked. Tae protested, shooting up from the sofa with an affronted look.

“So it is a special someone?” Jimin giggled.

“You’re impossible,” Tae grumbled, trailing after him to the door, “it’s just a project, I told you.”

Jimin hummed in a way which made it very clear he didn’t believe him.

“Don’t scare them off, tiger,” he remarked, stepping outside.

Tae’s shoulders slumped. He was certain that was just what he had already done.

“I’m busy tonight. And my house isn’t free, so I can’t have anyone showing up here.”

Namjoon chuckled across the line.

“All this for a college project?” Clearly he had heard about this from the others. “If you could lend Kook some of your commitment to school, that would be great,” he teased.

Sighing, Tae spun around to survey the road outside his window, ruffling his own hair.

“You’re very funny, but I need to go. See you tomorrow.”

Tae was certain he would never hear the end of this from the others. It was true that he had firmly set aside time for your meeting today, even if it was only for a minor college presentation. But it was important to him.

He knew that this was the only time he would get together with you, and though it would end as soon as the presentation was given, he couldn’t help but want to make the most of it. At your last meeting, he had been largely distracted by the dizzying height of your apartment, leaving him shying back from any windows.

So this left you with his house today instead.

Arriving soon after Tae’s phone call, you were both soon seated on his floor. Though you mostly worked in quiet with occasional, quick conversation, it was not awkward. Your legs lay close together under the coffee table as you scribbled away diligently on its surface.

Glancing over the lid of his laptop as his fingers hung idly, Tae sighed. Watching as your pen swirled across your notebook, he let his eyes drift across your focussed features.

He swallowed as he did so, teeth tugging his lip. A light frown came over your features. He couldn’t take his eyes away from your lips as your pen lifted to your mouth, resting between your teeth as you mulled the work over, eyes flitting about the page.

Eventually, the lack of tapping at his keyboard must have got through to you. You raised your head.

Too late to divert his gaze, Taehyung cleared his throat and muttered a proposal for a break. Eager as well to put your work aside, you clambered from the floor to join him at his offer of a drink.

Moving through to the kitchen, he made casual conversation, asking after your dad. Last time there had only been a brief meeting, as he met Tae at the door before you hurried him away.

Picking up on his offer to chat, you teased Tae for his fear of heights, giggling over how he had screwed his eyes shut whenever he had come within sight of the view from your windows.

Of course, Tae tried his best to roll his eyes at you, but the smile dragging the corners of his mouth refused to be suppressed.

He poured your drinks. When he turned away to put the cartons back in the fridge, he took a breath, trying to settle himself. Why did he feel so flustered?

Squaring his shoulders a little more, he turned back, only for his hand to catch one of the glasses. It clattered against the surface, barely leaving time for him to jump back and avoid being splattered with its contents.

You hopped from your seat, ready to help.

Swallowing down his shock, Tae scratched at the back of his neck to hide his slightly trembling hand.

“Don’t worry,” he quickly muttered, flashing a nervous smile as he gathered towels and set to cleaning up.

Soft laughter followed from you. Still, you reached across to help.

Righting the glass and taking one of the cloths to clear up, your hand came concerningly close to Tae’s own. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on the countertop, his cheeks warm even as you finished and he was rooting in the fridge again for a refill.

You seemed miraculously unfazed by his flailing, though, he noticed as you finally settled beside each other sipping your drinks.

“So it went well?”

Jimin nudged a reluctant Tae, eyebrows wiggling all the time.

“Yes, fine,” Tae groaned, trying to shrug him off.

Jimin did stop, but only in favour of staring at his friend with doleful eyes.

“Don’t be like that. You’ll see her again. You literally share a class!”

“It’s nothing like that,” Tae refuted.

He even halfway believed it.

You had got on well together, but surely not more than could be expected of most classmates? He sighed a little as he thought of it. It had been fun, but there was no excuse to spend any more time with you.

Besides, sparing one night to work on a project was a little different to becoming friends, or even more…

There was a reason the bangtan boys stuck to themselves.

But as he reminisced, he knew he had a soft spot for you, even if it should come to nothing. The project was over, the presentation given, but he still remembered the way you bounced with excited relief after you had finished talking to the class. Your face was glowing as you high-fived him with a grin, the work having paid off.

There was still a hint of nervousness though, and you had only given a timid smile and a small ‘see you later’ before heading out of class.

And that was the end of it.

But Tae smiled to himself. It had been fun, and he knew he wouldn’t be sorry if you ever crossed paths again.

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[mazuwii]

omg i love your posts and your writing! i have a request and i'm sorry if you have done it before... but.... aot characters playing an instrument or aot characters in theatre/the arts? 🥰

Thank you for reading my posts, it means a lot! 🥰 and no I haven't done a scenario like this before but I can say that I'm fairly familiar with performance arts. I used to be a theatre kid myself but British? So it could be different???

But I'll give it a shot for you 💜 this is part one because this reached to 2000 words. This part contains Levi, Eren, Bertholdt, Reiner, Jean, Armin

And to the lovely who requested this, if you’d like me to tag you in any parts just ask in the replies 💜

Levi:

•I can say with full confidence that Levi takes every single script and practice seriously. He'll have no mistakes even in the drafts of your first practice.

•He was given the infamous title of 'The Director' even though he was never cast as the director of the team, hell he has been known to make the directors of the team cry. (In most cases the directors are part of the acting cast too)

•But Levi doesn't mean to make anyone cry he's just way too into making the entire thing perfect and when he says perfect, he means it.

•This always leads to the team practising like five times a day, and each time there's always something wrong. Once the man just strutted up to you while yelling his famous, "NO NO NO NO NO!" (As if he’s Verruca Salt?) while correcting your posture and chin angle he just flamed on you about how in a few days the musical needs to be performed and how you're going to make everyone look stupid

•However all one can do while he does this is smile and nod with a few tears rolling down their cheeks. Dying inside

•Levi is bossy and his expectations are high because he himself is amazing. When doing the actual live musical everything is done exactly how it should be and hell- sometimes he even adds things that polish the original script. If Arcane was turned into a musical, Levi would make an amazing Silco. Perfect.

•Since this is a modern AU Idk I'd like to think that Levi is something like 188cm? But you guys can imagine him as the short original fidget spinner, it works with both lol

Eren:

•If it's a script he doesn't care about, Eren doesn't take it seriously and does things the normal way. A lot of the time, practice scenes will always end midway in laughter because of him.

•He can't hold it back, he has to goof around at least once or twice. One time he took slow paces towards you while you were both performing for the teacher and you were just  like 'what the fuck is he doing this isn't on the script?!'

•it was so awkward you kept taking step backs until you were cornered, at that point you laughed awkwardly and whisper-shouted for him to stand the fuck away. This all happened when it was supposed to be a serious scene. The teacher was not happy with the performance 😭😭😭 at all

•Eren sticks to all roles and usually is dynamic With the characters that he is given however once there was a script based on a book about a wife eating her husbands body parts after killing him and Eren was cast as the husband.

•Yup, he wasn't happy in the slightest. He argued with the teacher and she was so done with his constant whining that she made him props manager, so while you guys were performing for the entire school he was taking care of the other actors and the lights backstage. Poor guy wasn’t even a part of it

•Sidenote, he saw Jean had taken his place as the husband and was FUMING. He wanted so badly to get stomp on stage and strangle that horse looking mf but he held himself back☠️☠️☠️

Bertholdt:

•Bertholdt is shy, afraid of attention and prefers to keep his voice soft. So I can't see him doing musicals and stage-acting like Eren and Levi would.

•Instead, I propose ice skating

•When he was a kid, it was a habit that he and his mum went ice skating almost every day, it was a fun activity for him to let loose and forget about the pain of his childhood... until his mum got sick :(

•He was gutted and almost despised ice skating until you and Reiner asked him out on a trio friend outing, all three of you. He agreed to go, not bothering to ask where you both took him.

•When you all arrived at the place he was determined to get out of there, even suggesting that you all go to that dog park he loathed.

•Reiner and you were insistent so, sorry Bert lol.

•However, when he was met with the shimmering ice rink right in front of him you guys could see the painful hesitance in his eyes. But I swear when he took his first strides, it appeared as if an angel took over his body, he missed skating so much.

•So all three of you went skating together every week, it was fun for Bert, watching Reiner constantly fall on his ass with you having to drag the stumbling blonde around everywhere. It never failed to make Bertholdt laugh.

•With the support of his friends and family he took it on and when he grew up he actually did a live performance.

•He wanted to give it all he got for the audience but he couldn't help but tear up when he saw his mother between you and Reiner in the audience, waving and smiling encouragingly at him. All Bertholdt wanted to do was run up the bleachers and hug the life out of you three.

•Did he kill it on the ice rink? He ate it up. Ten from all judges. Graceful Bert, perfect legs and precise movements full of emotion.

Reiner:

•Reiner is a nightmare to work with because he does acting methods only professionals would do and honestly, he's dramatic and goes all out.

•Your group was having lunch in the school field while discussing the new episode of this popular show until Reiner interrupted (in a high pitched old lady voice) by saying: "Fair is foul, and foul is fair."

•And you're all like "??? Reiner you good?" At that point all you hear was the grass blowing, tree branches swaying and soft summer air blowing at the strands of blonde on his forehead. You all braced yourselves, he's going to scare you... isn't he?

•"UNSEX ME!"- 

"REINER!!!"

"God, could he quit doing that?!"

"I swear you do this every time man."

"Why is your voice so loud?!"

Your group complains while they hold onto their galloping chests. Scared of the bipolar blonde staring down at his green grapes as if they were his sworn enemy. Maybe he was too into the role.

•I know I quoted lady Macbeth and the three witches but hear me out, he was given the role of a woman because there weren't enough and besides it was an inside joke that Reiners boobs would look good in the dress

•So by the time it was the moment to perform for the school, it was two girls and this towering blonde man in a dress that barely fit him. The audience found it funny anytime he showed up on stage, it broke the ice of the serious play.

•He likes doing charity fund performances and I swear anytime he's included in them, more people show up. He's just so funny and popular with everyone, he has a personality of a golden retriever he's so sweet and kind even though on stage he pretends to be an ass.

•to the group he's an older brother to everyone, (when he isn't being dramatic and way too into the role ofc)

Like once when you were new, and had to perform in front of the group to show your personal project, the class laughed because you severely mispronounced a word out of pure nervousness.

And Reiner really told everyone to be quiet since he couldn't hear you. 😞💜

•Another time he was in the props room just messing about while everyone was mourning in the studio next door right after a cancelled performance. You all felt bummed out about doing all that practice just for the school to blueball you.

•No one knew where Reiner was and you were low-key worried, the guy that took every performance seriously was missing, he could be taking it too hard on himself.

Or at least, you thought that until Reiner Braun comes out of the props room in a fucking princess dress and smudged makeup, the clothes were clinging for dear life I swear.

•everyone tried to remain sad but they genuinely couldn't hold it in, he looked so stupid. It was literally tequila Joseph come to life 😭😭😭 the fact that Reiner was into it as well just made him goofier

•"what do you think y/n? Don't you think this makes my ass look more defined?" He'd do a hella yassified pose and bat his badly-applied fake lashes at you. He smiled to himself when you finally broke into a laugh, teasing him about his idiocy.

Jean:

•He does musicals, best performance was Hamilton.

•Jean is an amazing actor he doesn’t even need to rehearse lines, he just reads a few times, acts it out once and that’s all he needs to do, his teacher probably hates him for his method.

•But the moment he gets on stage the natural acting his astonishing.

•I think his only bad performance was a sad love story with a death scene. It wasn’t his death scene but it was supposed to be him holding another actor AKA you while you were supposedly dying.

•he’s supposed to kiss you before you die completely and please 😭 he thought your half lidded eyes and limping body meant “do it now and get it over with” but instead what happened was you sneezed all over his face

•could anyone blame you?! The stage was dusty and Eren *cough cough* didn’t do his job properly

•He only flinched back, your saliva all over his face as the audience tried their best suppress their laugh. He sighed and closed his eyes, bringing your head closer and kissing your lips, he was slightly detached from your lips so he could whisper, “I’m so getting you back when this is over.”

•Fair to say you were shitting yourself on the inside. He didn’t get you back btw he only washed his face and glared at you from the opposite side of the room.

“Jean I’ll make it up to you, I’m sorry~”

“I know you didn’t mean it.” He sighed, “kiss my cheek but try not to sneeze on me again.” (You’re dating in this au so don’t be freaked out)

•Also another thing, him and Eren always manage to get opposing roles. Like shit, Jean could get Peter Pan and then Eren is cast as Captain Hook. Anyone watching the fight scenes can always sense that they’re actually fighting-fighting and not acting at all.

•but it makes for great improv for the creative insults.

Armin:

•Armin isn’t good with performing arts and would prefer to plan the lighting and stage, background, props, etc. So for a while he was nothing but the guy in charge of all that jazz

•until you saw him, you kinda scanned his body and how swift he moved to catch things before the clumsy cast can drop them. You then said something to him that made him blush so hard.

“You’d make an amazing ballerina.”

•it hurt him kinda because people usually insult his masculinity on a daily basis and he did take it as an insult. Until you panicked and told him it wasn’t a weird thing, he genuinely moves gracefully and has the appearance of a ballerina (I don’t think that’s a thing lol)

•After you constantly encouraged him, he finally took it on and before he knew it, he was coming everyday for practice. He was one of the best male ballerinas they have. Sure he wasn’t great at the background movement or lifting the main dancer but he was perfect with learning individual plays

•His movements are so beautiful and his body appears like water, flexible and again- swift.

[nichoberri]

hi! could you do an enhypen reaction to their s/o falling in public? random but 😭 i fall so much and for the scenarios in my head where they’re my boyfriend i wonder how they’ll react

thanks for requesting anon ❤️ this is another reactions that’s been in my drafts for five million years

p.s. this was very fun to write, especially thinking about all the ways that you can fall over ahaha

heeseung

- the both of you were peacefully grocery shopping...until you tripped over a product that had fallen off the shelf, and you face planted

-oh lord, the second embarrassment that heeseung felt for you, made his toes curl and his hands form into fists

- he was as red in the face as you were, while he side-eyed your form clumsily scrambling to your feet

- honestly, heeseung would pretend not to know you and walk out of the aisle, avoiding eye contact with everybody

- he obviously apologised for not helping you, while you stood there pouting, with a red mark on your forehead where you hit your head on the floor

jay

- you were out clothes shopping with jay, and while he was giving you fashion advice, you crashed into one of the displays and ended up on the floor

- as you tried to avoid the stares of nosy onlookers, jay was attempting to stifle his laughter (but was failing miserably)

- but he soon realised that you probably needed help getting up, so he swiftly pulled you up by one arm, and then gently guided you out of the shop asap

- it was at that point that his laughter would come tumbling out, as you stood there with your face looking like a tomato

- “i s-should have r-recorded it HAHAHA YOU LOOKED HILARIOUS!!!”- he was literally wiping away tears of laughter

jake

- you and jake went out hiking one day, and all was well up until you reached a very steep incline, and then it all went down hill (literally).

- basically, you tumbled back down the hill and landed on your butt puffing and panting, in front of half a dozen other hikers

- jake sprinted back down to you, immediately helping you to your feet and asking if you were okay

- the pair of you apologised profusely to the bystanders that you nearly took out, trying to ignore their indignant scoffs

- “baby, are you okay?? do you need to go to the hospital?? you could have broken a bone!! but then again, it was quite funny.”

sunghoon

- to put a long story short, you were too busy staring at sunghoon to notice that you were a second away from walking into a pole, which resulted in you sprawled out on the pavement with what felt like a partial concussion

- sunghoon could not control his laughter at the farcical situation that had just played out

- he was literally pointing at you, making some stupid comments, while you were stumbling to your feet, very very dizzy

- as you attempted to angrily storm away (more like nearly falling again), hoon would pull you into his side whispering consolations into your ear and asking if you needed medical attention, covering you from any unwanted stares

- “ wow babe am i really that stunning that you literally fell for me. well of course i am; i’m park sunghoon after all.” *cue you punching him very hard in the chest*

sunoo

- the two of you were taking a stroll around the local park on an icy day, which as you were to find out, was a recipe for disaster

- you had your arm linked with sunoo’s, so when you slipped on a large patch of ice, the pair of you went tumbling to the ground in a heap of scarfs and padded coats

- as soon as you and sunoo hit the ground, the both of you started howling with laughter, tears streaming down your faces

- you would be lying on the floor for at least five minutes, too busy trying to get up without slipping again to take any notice of the incredulous stares you were getting from others enjoying their winter walk

- “you know that if i’m going down, you’re coming down with me, right sunoo? AHAHAHAAA!!!!”

jungwon

- you and jungwon were in the school library, studying for the upcoming exams. one minute you were struggling to reach for a book on the top shelf, and the next you were on the floor as the book bounced off your head

- jungwon heard a crash and looked over to see you looking slightly dazed with a huge book in your hands

- he honestly looked horrified, but you didn’t seem to mind the other students trying to conceal their laughter; you were used to it

- jungwon made sure you weren’t hurt when you came back to your seat, giving you a quick hug to ease his embarrassment more than yours

- “i promise, it’s fine jungwon, i have a thick head it won’t break that easily,” you would say while knocking twice on your head as your boyfriend just stared in bewilderment

niki

- you and niki were on a café date, and you slipped over a coffee spillage just as you reached your table

- immediately, niki’s laughter would burst out involuntarily, but he continued until he was red in the face and out of breath

- and to his surprise, you were cackling as well, although your face was beet red in humiliation

- he would give you his coat/hoodie to hide the ginormous coffee stain on your trousers, as the staff were apologising to you about not cleaning it up faster and you were stood there with a bashful smile on your face

- the pair of you would bring it up all the time, as it became a source of entertainment during your late night conversations

[a-billionaire-outfoxed]

On Wednesday, Liza had agreed to have lunch with her two closest friends, Emma and Cay. They had met at university, and life, as it is wont to do, had pulled them apart for a while. This was the first chance they’d had to spend time together since Emma started working for her father’s real estate firm, and Cay had just returned from a six month trip to Quezon City to visit her family.

As soon as they sat down together, it was as if hardly any time had passed at all. Their long bond of sisterhood remained unbroken, which meant that they could still tell each other everything without judgement.

Well, mostly without judgement.

“So what I’m hearing,” Emma waved a hand and took a sip of her cappuccino “is that you’re going to Paris with your very hot boss and you’re not gonna bang him.”

Cay almost choked on her coffee.

“How do you know he’s hot?” Liza quizzed, cup hovering in front of her lips.

“I Googled him.” Emma replied nonchalantly. “Come on, it’s not like you didn’t either.”

“Actually, I didn’t.” Liza blotted her lipstick with a napkin.

“I don’t believe you.” Emma grabbed her phone from the table and pulled up a picture of Henry on Google. Cay leaned in, eyes popping. She turned to Emma, smirking.

“Christ almighty,” Liza shook her head “I should never have told you about this.”

“What?” Cay shrugged. “We’re just trying to help you out.”

“By getting me fired?”

“Ah.” Emma raised a finger. “So you admit it.”

“Admit what?” Liza blew on her cup.

“You think he’s hot.”

Liza fiddled with the collar of her blouse. “I mean, yeah. But…” She trailed off, her grip a little tighter as she knocked back the last of her coffee.

Emma draped an arm over the back of her chair. “Oh for fuck’s sake, if you’re not gonna bang him then I will. Somebody should.”

“If they aren’t already.” Cay chipped in.

“Exactly.” Liza cleared her throat, now very aware of the heat that had risen to her cheeks. “I’m not making any assumptions. Just doing my job.” She huffed. “And I still haven’t finished packing. I should get going.”

“Any excuse!” Emma tutted as Liza rose from her chair and slipped her handbag onto her shoulder. “Promise me you’ll try and have fun at least once.”

“Okay, I’ll try.” Liza rolled her eyes, laughed and headed to the counter to pay, shooting Emma and Cay a goofy grin as she left.

The next morning, Henry received the press release he’d requested.

He slouched, eyes narrowed, index finger rubbing his lips as he read through the document. Minutes later, he picked up his phone and called Liza into the room.

There were fewer pleasantries this time.

“Close the door.” He instructed, eyes locked on Liza as she entered. “Sit.”

Liza’s eyes darted around the room, reluctant to meet his stony gaze. Henry rolled a pen between his thumb and forefinger as he composed his thoughts.

“This isn’t good enough.” He paused. “It’s good, just not good enough. We’re both new to these roles, which is why I need to know that you’re committed to this job. You can do better than this, Liza. Look at the information again. I want a second draft emailed to me by the end of the day.”

“Yes, sir.” Liza’s voice tremored a little. “I apologize. I’ll fix it.”

“Thank you.” His jaw relaxed as he turned away from her. “Oh, and Liza?”

She stopped in the doorway. “Yes?”

“You don’t have to call me sir. Mr. Cavill is fine. I’m not my father.” There was a hint of amusement in the slight upturn of his lips. “Is that clear?”

Liza was taken aback. Still trembling a little, she nodded.

“Yes, Mr. Cavill.”

When she returned to her desk, the coffeehouse conversation with Emma and Cay ran through her mind again. As she agonized over the new draft of the press release, the sound of her name falling from Henry’s lips disrupted her thoughts. He was stern, but soft. He puzzled her. Challenged her. Frustrated her. He was both intriguing and almost intolerably inconsistent in equal measure.

“Suck it up, Liza.” She exhaled slowly, rubbing her temples. “Just do your job.”

At five o’clock, Liza left her office, caught off-guard when Henry’s long strides brought him to her side.

“How was the second draft? I can work on it over the weekend if I have to.”

“No need.” Henry fished for his keys in his pocket. “It was perfect.”

“You don’t have to sugar-coat it. I can take it.”

“I’m not. Well done, Liza.” He shook his keys. “Need a lift?”

“Tube.” She replied, rocking on her heels for a moment.

“Ah,” Henry sucked his teeth “good luck.”

Liza laughed, head dipping a little as she tried to push down her awareness of the heat spreading faintly across her cheeks.

“Thank you for the offer, though.”

They approached the stairwell and Henry stopped, ushering her forward.

“After you.”

He held the door open for her when they reached the lobby, before going their separate ways.

Liza’s flat in Notting Hill Gate was bright and pristine, save for the messy beginnings of her indecisive attempt to pack. Dropping her handbag at the door, she breezed past the grey sofa and Hexham marble fireplace, opening her bedroom door to find her suitcase still open.

Stepping awkwardly over it, she tossed her heels towards the wardrobe and entered the en-suite bathroom, bringing out a toiletry bag which she laid on the nightstand. She pulled clothes hangers from the wardrobe and re-hung two of the three pairs of jeans she had impulsively thrown into her suitcase, reminding herself that this wasn’t a vacation. Then, she carefully folded three dresses, three pairs of tights, two blouses and a pair of black cigarette pants into the case, dropping a few pairs of shoes on top of the pile.

Placing the toiletry bag into one of the pockets, she glanced at her chest of drawers, tucking a random assortment of underwear beneath her clothes. Then, she paused.

“Fuck it.” She reached into the back of her underwear drawer, fishing out a black lace balconette bra set. “I don’t wanna die in Paris in my granny pants.” Not that she was planning on dying any time soon. She just had a habit of catastrophizing. That, and she never passed up the chance to wear something nice on vacation, even if it was only for herself.

Stiffly closing the zip, she stood, heading into the kitchen to take out a ready meal from the fridge, along with the last of the pinot grigio.

As she twirled pasta around her fork, she realized that there was one thing she’d forgotten – the investors’ gala. She needed a gown. She rushed back into the bedroom, frantically rifling through her wardrobe.

The most appropriate thing she could find was the black velvet Alfred Angelo column dress her mother had handed down to her. She hadn’t worn it since her valedictorian dinner dance, and she wasn’t about to risk it at the last minute. A shopping trip was clearly in order, and she was on borrowed time. So, she did the next best thing – scoured the internet for a designer dress to rent.

Several hours, a large glass of wine and a lukewarm, half-eaten plate of linguine later, Liza had found something simple but elegant enough for the gala - a black fishtail Badgley Mischka gown - and hopped into bed tired, thick-headed and relieved.

“Good morning, Liza.” Henry nodded as he passed her in the hallway.

“Good morning, Mr. Cavill.”

He turned through his open office door. "I've asked Mel to forward your mobile number."

"Why, are you expecting to lose me somewhere in the middle of Paris?"

"I hope not." One eyebrow raised ever so slightly. “All the information for Paris should be in your inbox. Print everything and keep it filed.”

Liza inclined her head to look through the window at the end of the hallway. No sign of rain.

“I’ll do the coffee run when everything’s filed.”

“No.” He clutched the button of his suit jacket. “You’ll have to do it now. I have a meeting in an hour.”

“Of course.”

Liza suppressed a yawn as Henry closed the door.

Thankfully, Sheldon Square wasn’t as busy as Liza had expected. Still, she stood in line clutching her phone, hoping time wouldn’t turn against her. Just as her hand hovered over a selection of pastries, her phone vibrated.

TESTING.

Her lips twisted into a thoughtful pout. She tapped the side of the phone with a neatly-trimmed nail. Her phone buzzed again.

Surprise me.

She didn’t have time to compose a reply. She left with half an hour to get back to the office, an almond croissant, a protein box and two large Americanos, hoping the future of her career wasn’t riding on a single Starbucks order.

She entered Henry’s office with a tight rap on the door, and without permission, her skin bristling at the possibility that he would admonish her for it. However, he remained at his desk, legs crossed and resting on a stool, hands clasped. For a moment, Liza thought he might have been asleep. Then, he wordlessly waved a hand in her direction. He was deep in thought. And pumping a dumbbell.

Liza set the take-out bag down on the desk, popped her croissant in her handbag and picked up her coffee.

Henry swivelled in his chair and took a long swig of his coffee, casting his eyes over the desk. He dropped the dumbbell. His long fingers wrapped around the paper cup in a way that made Liza’s heartbeat quicken as she awaited his response.

“Thank you, Liza. Let Charles and Alexander in downstairs, will you?”

Liza nodded. She seemed to do a lot of nodding around Henry. “Yes, Mr. Cavill.”

“By the way,” Henry glanced up at Liza “be here an hour early tomorrow. I need to run through the itinerary with you.”

Liza pressed her palms together. “I’ll be here at eight o’clock. If you need anything else…” She trailed off as Henry looked at his watch. “Sorry,” she stuttered “I’ll send Mr. Stirling and Mr. Holt upstairs immediately.”

“Thank you, Liza. See you tomorrow.”

With that, she hurried back to her office, left her coffee and croissant on the desk and headed downstairs, a thousand thoughts tying into a nervous knot that travelled down to her chest.

The last time Liza had woken up at six-thirty on a Saturday was for a family wedding in Yorkshire. As she stood in the kitchen in her pyjamas, the steam from her coffee hitting her face, her mind raced, fingernails tapping against her mug. She chugged the coffee and paced around the bedroom, double-checking the contents of her suitcase before getting ready.

As she folded the cuffs of her shirtdress and stepped into a pair of flats, a text from Mel came through on her phone.

Car waiting outside. Mr. Cavill will meet you on the plane.

Liza had expected Mel to be joining them, given how close she was with Henry’s father, but this message suggested otherwise. Liza shrugged it off, grabbed her suitcase and handbag and left the flat.

The cab driver helped her with her luggage, but barely spoke for the rest of the journey. Liza had learned over the years that talking to cab drivers was generally a bad idea – she would either be met with awkward silence or be forced to hear their entire life story in the span of thirty minutes. So, she endured another quiet cab ride.

When she had first been told about the flight, she had assumed that she would be making her own way to the airport. However, as they pulled in, she was escorted to a private lounge – and a private jet.

Henry put down the paper he was reading as he slouched on the long sofa, the sleeves of his black t-shirt rolled up to his elbows, a pair of black Ray-Bans dangling from the collar. His silver Rolex glinted as he got up to greet Liza. On any other man, a t-shirt paired with tailored trousers would look too try-hard, but Henry carried himself with a casual elegance that was entirely devoid of pretentiousness.

Liza pulled out a large binder and slotted it under her arm. Henry retracted his hand as he watched Liza hook her handbag over the long handle of her suitcase.

“So we’re not flying economy, then?” Liza quipped.

Henry shook his head and kicked the lock on the wheels of his suitcase.

“Ready?” He waved her in the direction of the exit and shoved his hands in his pockets as they walked onto the runway. Allowing her to step onto the plane first, his palm barely grazed her lower back. Liza’s shoulders stiffened at the sensation.

The interior of the plane was designed to be sleek and modern – white leather seats and dark wood panelling with varnished tables. They sat across from each other, leafing through the contents of the file. Henry cleared his throat, sat back and adjusted his t-shirt.

“So, the summit on Monday - as the name suggests, we only have one shot at this. Let’s make sure we well and truly impress these bastards.”

Liza failed to suppress a laugh. “You’re the one making the speech.”

“And you’ve got to repeat it in French.” He countered, leaning one elbow on the arm of his chair, two fingers framing his jaw.

“Touché.”

“I’ll need you to set up appointments with several potential investors and keep in touch with everyone back in London. If we’re lucky, we’ll get a day to actually breathe, but I wouldn’t count on it.” He chuckled. “I’ve been asked to go to Monaco after the Investors’ Gala to speak at a charity event for environmental welfare. Apparently word got out through one of the organizers about my work with Durrell.”

“Sounds like everyone wants a piece of you this week.”

Henry laced his fingers together and stretched his arms. “They always do.”

A flight attendant approached, signalling take-off.

Liza pulled out her phone, turning it off, and Henry moved over to the opposite aisle, sinking into his seat and opening his laptop.

Liza plugged a pair of headphones into her mobile phone, unclipped the transcript of Henry’s speech from the binder and began memorizing it, leaving one earbud dangling on the off chance Henry required her attention.

Halfway through the journey, she saw that he was fully absorbed in whatever it was he was doing on his laptop, so she put the loose earbud back in and turned the volume of her music up a little higher as she continued to read. Every so often, Henry would break away from the screen to take a sip of water, and Liza wasn’t quite sure if it was the cabin pressure or if she could feel his eyes on her. It was both unnerving and strangely comforting. But she didn’t think too much of it.

They arrived in Paris at half past nine, chauffeured from Charles de Gaulle to The Ritz.

With its vast sandstone exterior and topiary framed entrance flanked by smartly-dressed doormen, it was every bit the sophisticated Parisian welcome Liza expected. And equally as intimidating. Outside, Henry’s phone rang and he left Liza in the lobby as he answered the call.

When he returned, Liza was waiting at the front desk. It came as a relief to her when the hotel manager – tall, kind-eyed and greying – spoke to them in English. Still, she silently prayed that they had made the correct arrangements. She couldn’t bear the thought of coming all the way to Paris and embarrassing not only herself, but The Stirling Group. She drummed the desk lightly, stomach turning over.

“We have the Marcel Proust suite for Mr. Cavill, and a Deluxe Junior suite for Miss Elizabeth Brooks. Correct?”

“Yes, thank you.” Henry looked over his shoulder at the concierge who was now taking Liza’s bag, giving him a polite half-smile. Liza caught Henry’s gaze in her peripheral vision. He looked different now, softer, more relaxed. As his eyes darted to meet hers, she relaxed too.

Then they went their separate ways across the marble floor, suitcases rattling over the edges of the royal blue fleur-de-lis rug in the centre of the lobby.

Liza’s suite was spacious, decorated in an opulent mixture of white, gold and duck egg blue. A chandelier hung above the king-size bed, which was covered by an artisanally crafted canopy. The bed was framed by two antique nightstands and a series of paintings. The curtains were open, providing a sun-drenched view of the Vendôme Terrace. The concierge set Liza’s bag down on the plush velvet chaise longue, propping the suitcase up against its curved back, then disappeared with a brisk exchange of pleasantries.

As she sat on the crisp white bed linen, flipping her phone back and forth, she wondered if she should call Henry. Almost as quickly as the thought entered her mind, she switched the phone off, shoving it in the top drawer of the nightstand.

It is a frequently spoken rule in business that networking is key. So, it came as no surprise to Liza how easily Henry flitted between conversations during the Global Leadership Conference the following morning, with an espresso in hand that never seemed to cool. He did, however, run into a little trouble when he crossed paths with fellow keynote speaker Sybille Fontaine. She was a tall woman in her mid-fifties, with a wide-set, gentle face.

Sybille tucked a strand of short blonde hair behind her ear before shaking Henry’s hand and kissing Liza on both cheeks. “Enchantée,” she pulled back, “ca va le taf?” She was refreshingly casual.

“Comme ci comme ça.” Liza felt Henry’s eyes on her again. “Et vous?”

Sybille scoffed. “Bien sûr! Les droits des femmes sont rapidement oubliés dans le monde d'hommes dans lequel nous vivons, non?” She leaned in towards Liza, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Dieu sait pourquoi!”

Liza liked her right away. Henry, however, was utterly lost. Still, he laughed politely.

“Je dois admettre que je suis un peu perdu.” Henry finished his espresso and stood awkwardly with the empty cup in his hand.

“Ah,” Sybille smiled, eyes crinkling softly “then I’ll continue in English. I can see why you brought your assistant.”

“He’d be lost without me.” Liza joked, rolling her eyes.

The familiar sense of dread that she may have said something too casual, too flippant, didn’t come this time. Henry’s change in demeanour had affected Liza and made her infinitely more curious. Was this the man he really was? Firm and effortlessly charming? Or was this a test, too? He was so difficult to read that Liza had begun to think she should stop trying.

“Well,” Sybille cleared her throat “I shall let you get back to business. It was lovely to meet you.”

“And you.” Henry tipped his empty cup and set it down on the table behind him, turning to Liza. “Why do I get the feeling you’re going to save my life here?”

“Because I’m smarter than the average bear.” Liza wiggled her eyebrows, secretly delighting in the fact that she had made him laugh again.

“You are indeed.” He huffed out a laugh, his amused expression quickly fading as they were approached by yet another keynote speaker – one Henry knew all too well.

Grayson Hunt was a Los Angeles based entrepreneur who wasn’t shy about his status as one of Forbes’ top thirty-under-thirty - in spite of the fact that was several years ago. He greeted them both with a bright, toothy grin, slapping Henry on the back as he went in for a handshake.

“Good to see you, man.”

“You too.” Henry replied through gritted teeth.

Liza shifted uncomfortably as Grayson’s eyes roamed over her. Sensing Liza’s unease, Henry gave her a discreet nudge, but spoke to her with clipped formality as he scanned the crowd for the nearest name tag.

“Miss Brooks, go to reception and have them reserve a meeting room for myself and Guillaume Maçon.”

“Yes, sir.” Liza played along, turning on her heels and leaving the conference hall.

After ten excruciating minutes with Grayson, Henry met Liza in the hallway.

“Sorry about that.”

“What do you mean? He seemed lovely.”

“Let’s just say nobody at The Stirling Group calls him Hunt.” Henry winked.

Liza snorted out a laugh, clapping a hand to her mouth.

Henry checked his watch and looked back at Liza, quirking an eyebrow. “Lunch?”

“I’ll ask reception for a recommendation.”

“Perfect.”

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✿H.S.- Beach trip★

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Warnings: Very suggestive, plot is a little confusing?

Words: 1800+

Pairing: Hanta Sero x FEM!reader

Summary: Sero is the only one available to hold up your towel while you change

This has been in the drafts for a HOT MINUTE. Enjoy~~

===SUGGESTIVE UNDER THE CUT===

Field trips with class 1A were always... eventful in one way or another. From the multiple League of Villans attacks, to someone losing a hair pin. It was like a fun game of Spin the Wheel, except it wasn't fun.

A trip to the beach was innocent enough, and everyone was enjoying their time in the warm sun. You breathed in the salty air and sighed happily. You were one of the only people out of the water, savoring your popsicle before you changed and jumped in the cool waves.

"Want me to take that for you?" Sero grunted, nodding at your stained popsicle stick. His head was outlined by the sun, and his mullet was slicked to his neck from the water.

"If you wouldn't mind," you smiled, handing him the slightly sticky stick.

"Of course," he replied, jogging over to the nearest garbage can.

You looked around the beach before slipping off your shirt, carefully folding it into your bag so sand wouldn't get in the crevices. You pulled off your shorts, placing them in your bag the same way you did with your shirt. The sunscreen was cool against your warm skin as you carefully rubbed it all in.

"Ugh," you groaned, trying to reach your back, but obviously failing. Your back was going to pay later if you didn't protect it...

"Uh, need a little help?" Sero gulped, hand rubbing the side of his arm.

"Please," you giggled, "first the popsicle stick and now this... I appreciate it."

"It's not a problem!" Sero replied, reaching forward and grabbing the sunscreen tube, "w-we don't want your back to burn up."

His hands smoothly rubbed the cream into your back, taking care to get under the straps, (being cautious to not undo the bow that kept your suit together). Sero swallowed thickly at the thought of your top falling off, completely exposed to him. He shook his head slightly, no, don't be like Mineta. Don't be a perv.

"All done," he pat your shoulder and rubbed his greasy hands on his chest.

"Thanks again," you smiled, "I'm just gonna get the rest of my body and then join you all in the water."

Sero gave a friendly nod, and trotted off to the shore. His hands still tingled from rubbing your back, and he smiled as he splashed into the water.

You appeared a few minutes later, with your h/c hair up/down (your swimming hairstyle), and skin shining beautifully from the sunscreen. Sero had to avert his eyes to keep from staring at your, ehm, assets.

"Hey y/n-chan!" Mina waved, "that swimsuit looks so cute on you~"

"Thanks," you replied nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. "I was a bit unsure of it at first."

Sero glanced over to Kaminari, who was wiggling his eyebrows at him suggestively, 'make a move' he mouthed. Sero stiffly shook his head, and waded further into the salty water. He didn't have the guts to confess his feelings, and he was pretty shit at flirting.

"Oh C'mon, Sero! Don't you wanna play chicken with us?" Kirishima teased, smirking at Hanta. Mina was already atop his shoulders, gripping his hair as if they were reigns. She waved encouragingly, not wanting to pass up an opportunity to tease Hanta about his crush.

"Uh maybe later, I was just gonna swim around," Sero grinned nervously, pointing his thumb behind him.

"Just don't go too far, Sero-kun!" Iida instructed, fixing his cap and goggles, "incase of an emergency."

Most of Class 1A was at the summer house awaiting dinner— excluding you. See, you were in a predicament of sorts. You had forgotten an extra pair of underwear, to Y'know, change into after you've gotten all wet. And on top of that, you weren't allowed to go inside the summer house if you were wet.. GREAT. There weren't any change rooms on the beach (for some reason??), and you weren't willing to change out in the open. Shit.

The only other people on the beach were Mineta, Kaminari, Bakugo, Ojiro, and Sero. So, no girls to hold up a towel or two for you. You bit your lip as you thought this situation through. Maybe Sero could help you— you trusted him the most out of the five (plus he's your crush, so that's a bonus).

"Uh, Sero-kun?" You called out, grabbing Hanta's attention.

"Yeah?" He jogged up to you, his chest still shimmery and damp from the water.

"Can you please hold up a towel for me?" You asked nervously, holding one out.

"Um sure," he replied, holding it up. "Why?"

"Oh, there just isn't a change room and we're not allowed in if we're all wet," you explained, "um, just make sure the others can't see me."

"O-ok," Sero stuttered, looking away and back at the other guys. The big umbrella was blocking the backside of you, so he only had to worry about the front. He glanced back at you and gulped as you untied your bikini top. He snapped his head away before you could catch him snooping.

"Shit, uh d'you mind untying my top?" You asked, squeezing your eyes shut. "Mina double knotted it."

"S-sure," Hanta muttered as you turned around and took the towel from him. His hands were shaking, but he managed to undo the strings, and held up the piece of fabric again.

He nearly screamed when your top slid off, your bare back exposed to him. You were still turned, slipping off your bottoms, and a lump formed in Hanta's throat. Holy fuck. This was actually happening. He watched you slide your shorts on, and he internally keeled at the sight of your ass squeezing into your clothes. You weren't wearing anything under those shorts, Hanta realized, his eyes glued to your ass. Were you going to dinner like that?

You bent over to pick up a shirt, and Sero felt his dick throb. Fuckfuckfuck, no, he didn't want to get hard right now. His swim trunks had plenty of baggage to accentuate his erection, and he forced himself to peel his eyes away from your body in an attempt to go soft again.

He was just as bad as Mineta, Sero thought guiltily, trying to think of math or something to get his mind off of your beautiful body. The gods, apparently, felt like testing him today. In a fluid motion you slipped on your f/c tank top, and Sero admired your pebbled nipples once you turned around.

You watched Sero for a moment as he stared at your chest, oblivious to the fact that you could see him. His eyes trailed up to your face and they widened, his face flushing up.

"Uh," he choked out, looking to the side, "s-sorry."

"It's alright," you shrugged, wringing out your swimsuit. "Since it's you, it's not that big of a deal."

Hanta was still in a daze of embarrassment, and dropped the towel so it landed at his feet. Seeing you get on your knees in front of him to pick it up and fold it made his mouth dry, and his face got hotter.

"Thanks for holding up the towel for me," you looked up at Sero innocently.

He felt the silky fabric of his swim trunks brush pleasantly against the head of his hard cock, reminding him that you could very much see his erection. His dick twitched in anticipation, waiting for you to do something. Hanta's Adam's apple bobbed as he dryly swallowed his nerves, and his breath hitched when you moved to put the towel in your beach bag.

You stood up, grazing Sero's cock with your hand as you did so. You stood so close to him that he could smell your chapstick. His eyes locked with yours in a trance, the rest of his body still paralyzed. You leaned in impossibly closer and your lips hovered over his. Your hand cupped Hanta's bulge gently, and he couldn't take the suspense anymore. He leaned a millimeter closer with a whimper, and locked lips with you. Your other hand held his cheek, and his own found their way around your waist.

The way his lips feverishly pressed against yours was saccharine, your heart pounding against your ribs with alarming intensity. Sero could feel it no doubt, as his was beating just as hard. He sneakily snaked his tongue across your lower lip in an attempt to kiss you even deeper. You obliged his request, and sucked on his tongue. Hanta let out a surprised moan and he pulled you closer so his undoubting erection was pressed firmly against your palm. His hips rolled forwards again, and he finally pulled away to gasp for breath.

"Holy... fuck," Sero heaved, eyes locked with yours, and still holding you close. His pupils were blown wide and he nuzzled his cheek against your hand.

"Yeah..." you sighed, smiling at him softly. You looked into his eyes and admired the little details, getting lost in the pools of his stare. Your mouth opened to speak again, but you heard running footsteps and whipped your head towards the noise.

"Y-y/n!" Mineta wailed as he propelled his little legs towards you. "Sero! I can't believe you!!"

Hanta, still flushed in the face and also rock hard, awkwardly used you as a sort of shield so he wouldn't be exposed to his classmates. He could see Kaminari running after Mineta, arms reaching out; and for a horrified moment Sero thought he was about to grope your chest. Instead, Kaminari gripped Mineta by his pants, (giving him a wedgie lol), and yanked him up.

"Leave them be! Sero has been eye-fucking her for ages now, don't go ruining his chance to get laid!" Denki scolded the little cretin of a boy. "Sorry, we'll be going now," Kaminari dragged Mineta, who was kicking and screaming, into the summer house.

"Uh- sorry about them..." Sero blushed, embarrassed.

"Eye-fucking me?" You teased, leaning back into his embrace. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck and mumbled incoherently, "sorry, Sero-chan~ you'll have to speak up."

"Well... it's more like I've had a crush on you since our first year. So.. kind of, yeah." Hanta bashfully admitted.

"Hmm, well it's a good thing I have a crush on you too," you grinned, "maybe we should pack up and get back inside for dinner..."

"Er, yeah. But I'll probably miss out a bit on supper," Sero replied as he folded the umbrella closed. You gave him a knowing smirk, and you dug out your sunglasses from your bag.

"Well hopefully we can continue where we left off later tonight," you could feel his grin from behind you, and you couldn't help but copy. This was going to be a very interesting evening.

[ackermansupremacy]

I really like your Marley kids hcs, they help with the grief 🤧😢 Can I pls request something along the same lines? Reiner's Warrior s/o recently gave birth to their son. How would the Marley kids be like around their Vice Captain's baby? The s/o has been a motherly figure to them ever since they were little and they're understandably close to her. They're still children after all ❤️😔 Thanks!

This is so cute :( Also I have another chapter of the marley kids hc’s in my drafts so i barely have any gifs left for my little loves

When they first found out you were gonna have a baby they got so excited!!

All crowding around you asking questions

Until Reiner stepped in and got them to stop crowding around you

Zofia politely asked when the baby was due

And Gabi and Udo were yelling over name suggestions

While Falco was asking Reiner other questions he couldn’t ask you

During your entire pregnancy these kids SLAVED for you when they had the time

They saw you like their mom so they wanted to make sure that you were comfy and safe

When the baby came, they visited you as soon as they could

They were just staring like :0000

“He looks like a tiny old man” “GABI”

All in complete silence looking at the small sleeping baby in your arms

From that moment they all swore they would protect that lil bean

Zofia was the first to hold him

Udo gently squeezed his tiny cheeks while half crying “so squishy”

Falco was lowkey mesmerized it was like,,,the first time he had ever seen a baby that young up close

Gabi kept asking if it was her turn to hold him

Udo scolded her for being too loud

“SHHH. HE IS SLEEPING.”

But when it was Gabi’s turn to hold him Udo kept asking when it was his turn 💀

When he got old enough to actually play around they were so happy

The first time he ever smiled was at Falco, which made him almost cry

Ngl they were a little jelly when the baby got older...

You were always so busy you didn’t really pay attention to them

And you were unavailable a lot of the time, because either you were taking care of your small human

It was fun at first but after awhile they all wanted your attention back :(

And then they realized you probably won’t fight or train anymore for a long time

Which made them SO SAD :(

But they wanted to be super involved in baby’s life

All of them really like to play with him

Udo likes to read him books and Zofia sings lullabies

Gabi loved to feed him and they all left Falco on diaper duty

He didn’t actually mind though

Cuz when baby was old enough to walk he walked to Falco first 💀

Reiner wasn’t the biggest fan of them being so involved

Maybe he was a lil jealous that they were getting all of the babys milestones

But whenever he saw the babys face light up when they walked in the room

He realized how happy it made everyone when they were around

And well, at this point he considered himself to be a dad of five rather than a dad of one

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Sorry this took me so long to get out lol

Its shorter than i wanted it to be but i hope you liked it! Thanks for requesting!

[wastelandcth]

In the Mountains - cth

summary: who would've thought hiking with the boys would have ended up being so eventful? as the fifth member of 5sos with a crush on a certain bass player, you’re about to find out. 

author’s notes: thanks to @calumspupils for sending this request in! I hope you enjoy it!

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You didn't really know how you'd gotten to this point in your life. How you had ended up in a band with four people you'd give the world to, it all still seemed like a fever dream. Most mornings you'd wake up either on a tour bus or in a hotel room miles from home wondering if this was your real-life and it wasn't until you were sat at breakfast with your bandmates that you realized how grateful you were for the twists and turns that had led to your crazy life.

Some days you'd play shows and feel like you were on top of the world, rocking out on stage with your best friends. Some nights the views from the airplanes you'd grown used to being on took your breath away for so long you were afraid you'd actually imagined it all. That all the cameras flashing and fans screaming out lyrics you'd written with the four guys on stage next to you were a figment of your imagination and you'd wake up one day to find it all gone.

"Hey, I know you don't love hiking but...I'm sure we'll make it fun," Calum's voice rang out in the car, bringing you back to the moment at present, "And I'll be there to tell you all the jokes and point out cool rocks," he said with a wink.

Calum Hood. You'd turned your head to face him, the California sun was hitting his skin and making him glow. His bright smile adorning his face as the sunglasses he was wearing slid down his nose to reveal those brown eyes you'd fallen for. His soft voice and gentle teasing bringing warmth to your stomach that always seem to linger whenever you two were alone. It was something that you thought you'd kept to yourself, a little secret, but the comments online only left you a blushing mess.

If you were being honest, you'd been in love with Calum since the first months you'd spent with the band, getting to know each other and making sure you'd be a good fit into the group. those weeks had been filled with outings together where all five of you would spend hours on end telling stories about growing up and then laughing over how the internet blew up when they introduced you to their fanbase. But those few weeks were also spent trying your best to not make a fool of yourself in front of Calum, who seemed to always be at the right place whenever you stumbled or when your voice would crack while you were practicing alone.

You two had clicked instantly, both stuck to each other's hip as you took on the world. You'd write together, spending hours on a couch drafting out possible songs and humming along to tracks that had potential in matching the band's sound. You'd even become neighbors at one point when you'd first moved into the city to be closer for band work. He'd helped you move into the apartment next to his and you'd spent many weekends at each other's place, laughing over the awkward silences when you'd both caught each other glancing for a few seconds too long.

So you were in love with your bandmate, your best friend, with Calum Hood. How bad could it be?

Apparently, very bad. You and Calum had never been the subtle type and although you both pretty much knew there was more than friendship between you two, no one made a move to make it more. Ashton had asked you once when you two had gone out for lunch after a studio session.

"I just can't understand why you two haven't already gotten over it and got together. You'd thought about it, he's thought about it. Just do it," Ashton huffed, shaking his head as he watched you tense up and shake your head.

"The band is what's important, Ash. We can't let our feelings get in the way of fucking up what all five of us have created. He knows that and I do too," you'd replied, laughing quietly as Ashton only shook his head and mumbled something under his breath.

But Ashton was always one to try and make others happy in his own special way. And that's how you found yourself in the car with Calum on the way out of the city for a hike you were less than excited about. You knew Ashton was up to something when he'd texted the group saying that you and Calum would have to drive to the trail together since you wouldn't fit in his car with Luke, Mike, and their partners. As a form of payback, you'd purposefully told Calum to pick you up thirty minutes after the original time to make sure you were the last ones to get there because there was nothing more than Ashton hated than being late. And that's how you found yourself driving out of the city with Calum, lost in your own head over how beautiful he looked.

"Mhm, you always make things fun," you chuckled and winked back at him, "We're gonna need it especially now that we're late and Ashton will definitely kill us."

The hike had gone surprisingly good considering three of you were not the most athletics and Luke and Michael had constantly been racing seeing who could go the farthest faster. Ashton had tried his best to keep everyone on track until you and Calum had teased him about being the mom friend as he'd set up his phone on a rock to shoot an update video for fans to let them know about the band had been up to. It had all been going according to plan until you moved closer to Calum and twisted your ankle, ending up on the floor staring up at the blue sky.

"Oh my god, I'm going to die. Just leave me here to die because I'm not making it," you cried out, "This is the end of me!"

In a matter of seconds since your back had hit the ground, four familiar faces hovered above you, one of them looking more concerned than the others. The pain shot through your spine and down your leg, your eyes closing as you tried to stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. Soon enough you found yourself being lifted up from the ground and a warm body pressed against your back. You could hear all the guys fighting over what to do, which meant your ankle wasn't twisted backward since none of them had screamed or puked their guts out. Their voices all mumbled into one as you breathed through the pain and it wasn't until Calum's warm breath was hitting your ear that you felt yourself take a deep breath in and open your eyes.

"I'm gonna stay here with you until Ash and the others can get a ranger to bring a car or something like that, okay?" he mumbled softly, his hand rubbing at your back as he helped you sit back against a rock.

"Please don't let my leg fall off, I need it to run on stage and to kick Michael when he steals my food," you whined.

"That's not gonna happen, okay? I think you just twisted it and it's all going to be okay, sweet girl," Calum mumbled and kissed your forehead, "Promise."

The sun was still high in the sky by the time you started thinking Ashton had left you both in the desert. You'd both been sitting on the ground together, watching as  your ankle grew and grew in size as the time passed by. The pain had dulled and your head was resting on his shoulder when your brain had started to think of the worst.

"You know, this wouldn't have happened if you were Australian. Us Aussies are known for our athleticism," Calum chuckled as he nudged your side with his elbow, "It's a well-known fact."

"I can do a better Australian accent than all four of you," you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you smacked his thigh, "And I can outrun pretty much all of you except Ash."

"Except right now."

"Calum Hood, I swear if you don't stop making fun of me-"

"What? Are you gonna hit me again? I dare you-"

You don't know what came over you. Maybe it was the heat of the sun beaming down on you both. Or maybe the fact that you were thirsty since Michael had taken the only backpack with water with him before you two realized it but Calum's lips looked very nice and it took no self-restraint for you to lean in and stop him mid-sentence.

"Maybe you should twist your ankle more often, huh?" Calum chuckled as you both pulled away, "Or bully you more often."

"Shut up and kiss me again, idiot," you laughed and pulled him back in for another kiss.

"Who knew all I had to do was get you two alone on a hiking trail for you to finally kiss, huh?" Ashton's chuckled made you both pull away, making you both look like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh shut up, I'm never going on a hike with any of you again," you huffed and gratefully took the park ranger’s hand as he helped you on to what looked like a golf car.

It was a short trip back to the medical center, where they treated your very swollen ankle with ice while you downed all the water you could get your hands on. But you were grateful that Calum hadn't left your side once, his hand in yours as you squeezed it whenever you'd hit a bump or when the park ranger wrapped your ankle. His hand was still in yours as you both drove back to the city and it never left yours even when you both laid on the couch in his living room that night, drifting off in each other's company for once accepting that maybe, just maybe, this could be more than just stolen glances.

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Three Thousand- Ashton Irwin

Another fic I found in my drafts ♡ This week is spring break for me so I am hoping to sit down work on a few requests! 🍑

word count: 2.3k

warnings: cursing, brief mentions of unprotected sex, tooth-rotting fluff

“Ashton! Will you come in here for a minute?” you called from the doorway of one of your son’s bedrooms. A few moments later your husband appeared into the room and walked over to you with confusion all over his face.

“What’s going on babes?” he questions, kissing your forehead.

“Will you please tell your firstborn son that fifth grade isn’t scary and he’ll make plenty of friends?” Ashton grins, kneeling in front of the bed to talk to Ethan. You sigh as you walk out of the bedroom, leaning against the wall.

You and Ashton have five kids together. Your eldest son, Ethan is 10, your second-born son, Jaxon is 7, your third-born son, Oliver is 6 and your twin daughters Amelia and Charlotte, are 4. “Mummy! Jaxon stole my toy!” You hear Oliver shout from the room over. You rub your temples before stepping into the boy’s room, to take care of the situation.

+++

The following morning was chaos, to say the least. It was the first day of school and nothing was going right. Your alarm never sounded, meaning you woke up twenty minutes late. You scramble to get out of bed to get dressed and at least attempt to fix your hair.

You jog down the stairs to smell bacon cooking. You furrow your eyebrows as you take the last step, appearing into the kitchen. A huge weight is lifted from your shoulders as you see Ashton standing at the stove, cooking bacon and waffles, not wearing a shirt but your pink apron wrapped around him. You giggle, walking towards Ashton to steal your daily morning kiss. “I didn’t even notice you were missing from the bed,” you tell him against his lips.

“Well, thanks a lot babe,” he replies sarcastically. You giggle once more, wrapping your arms around his neck. He presses his lips against yours slightly pressing you up against the counter.

“Ew!” you hear your small children yell. You push Ashton off of you, turning towards the twins standing in the doorway. “Good morning babies!” you pick both of them up, placing them on each hip. Both of them inherited Ashton’s sandy curls and hazel eyes, which you admired deeply.

“Are you guys excited for your first day of school?!” you ask carrying them upstairs. Charlotte, the older twin, only by a few minutes, nods against your shoulder. “X’cited mummy, I have butterflies in my tummy.” Once you reach the bedroom you place the girls down on their beds. “What about you Miss Amelia?” She was the shyer one of the two, a girl of a few words.

“Nervous, mummy.”

You open the closet door to pick out their outfits for the day. “No need to be nervous, darlings. School is lots of fun and you will make new friends!”

You help both of your daughters get dressed before styling their curly hair. You kiss their cheeks before patting their bum lightly. “Go downstairs, daddy made you breakfast.”

You walk down the hall, knocking on Ethan’s door. A few moments later he opens the door and steps out. “Did you make your bed?” “

Yes, mum,” he groans. You pull him into a hug, kissing the top of his head. “No matter how old you get you will always be my baby. Fifth grade will be awesome!” Much to your surprise, Ethan squeezes you tightly. “I love you, mum.” He lets go of you, grabbing his backpack and going downstairs.

“Hey there rockstar!” you hear Ashton yell at your son. Since Jaxon and Oliver were close in age you allowed them to share a room. The door was wide open already so you walked in, ignoring all of the toys scattered around the room. “Mummy!” Oliver yells running over to you. “Hi, sweetie! Are you almost ready?” Oliver nods, grabbing his backpack. “Daddy made you breakfast!” you barely finished your sentence because Oliver was already running downstairs.

“Is my soon-to-be second grader ready?” Jaxon doesn’t say anything, just pushes past you and walks down the stairs. You stand there confused but don’t say anything.

+++

“All right does everyone have their backpacks and lunches?” Ashton asks before opening the front door. All your kids’ nod, Oliver saying “yep!”

“Okay let me get a picture!” Ashton lines all the kids up by height and snaps a few photos as a group and then individually. “My babies are all grown up.” You laugh, taking Ashton’s hand in yours.

“Okay, let’s go before daddy starts crying.”

The crew gathers in the car with only a slight fuss, the boys arguing who’s going to sit where. You buckle the twins up in their car seats before sliding into the passenger side of the vehicle.

“Let’s rock and roll,” Ashton says pulling out of the driveway. “Gosh, I swear you become cornier by the day,” you joke with him.

The drive to the first stop wasn’t too long. Ethan slipped out of the car after giving you both a kiss on the cheek muttering out a “see you later”. You and Ash call out a “bye have a good day!”

The next two boys get dropped off as well without too much of a hassle. Ashton pulls into a parking space at the last elementary school. The two of you help the girls out of the car, Charlotte grabbing your hand and Amelia grabbing Ashton’s.

The four of you walk into the school, searching for the right classroom. Once you find it, you walk the girls into the semi-quiet room. The teacher walks her way up to the girls, kneeling down. “You must be the Irwin twins! Charlotte and Amelia right?” Charlotte starts babbling her head off while Amelia tucks herself into her daddy’s side.

“I’m Mrs.Penner, I’m very excited to have you guys in class!” Charlotte hugs you and Ashton before grabbing the teacher’s hand. Ashton bends down and picks up his littlest one. “Hey, there pretty girl. Pre-K is gonna be awesome! It’s only for a few hours okay? Mummy and daddy will be here at 12:30 to pick you and Charlotte up!” Amelia nods, snuggling into her dad.

Ashton puts her down after kissing her forehead. She turns to you, hugging your legs mostly. “Bye mummy.” She tells you, turning around to join her sister. “Bye baby.” You whisper back. Ashton wraps his arm around your waist, walking towards the car. Once inside, he high-fives you then pulls you in for a kiss. “We did it, Mrs.Irwin! And we only let out a few tears.”

“Way to go daddy-o!”

When you guys get home you immediately plop down onto the bed with your husband. Ashton sprawls out onto his stomach, one arm around your body. “Hey babe?” he asks. “What’s up?” You answer him, closing your eyes.

“Can we have another kid?”

You lay there for a moment before propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Ashton, we already have five. I don’t think we need any more,” trying to keep your voice calm. He sits up himself as well to look at you.

“But I really want another one. I think it would be great to have a huge family!”

“I don’t know Ash… it just doesn’t seem like a good time to have one.” He nods, crawling on top of you. “But baby, in nine months from now it will be almost June. The kids won’t be in school. It just seems like the perfect time to have one…” You nudge Ashton over so you’re the one on top of him.

“We’ll discuss it later babe. But right now we have three hours to kill before we go pick up the twins.” your voice dropping an octave, sliding your hands up his shirt to feel his abs. Ashton sits up to slide his shirt off and then taking yours off after. His hands rub and down your sides, causing goosebumps to form. “You’re so beautiful babe,” he says honestly. Before having kids you weren’t small and now five kids later, you’re definitely not small. You hadn’t lost all of the baby weight yet from the last pregnancy, due to being a stay-at-home mom.

“Thank you, Ash,” you whisper. He firmly grabs your pudgy waist and flips you onto the bed. He unhooks your bra, setting it aside as well as your panties. He smirks down at you as he tugs his underwear and shorts off. His hand comes to rub circles on your clit, creating a slow movement.

While he thumbs at your sensitive nub he places his head into your neck to suck softly on the exposed flesh. “A-ash,” you moan out. “Feel good darling?” he mumbles against you. “Yes, always so good.” He places a final kiss below your ear before pulling off. You are now dripping wet from him playing with your clit. “Relax baby girl.”

“Fuck..” you whined already needing more of him. Your husband has the power to string you apart like a tangled mess of Christmas lights. You feel Ashton thrust slowly into you, ecstasy building up in your stomach. “What a pretty girl you are,” he compliments you, quickening his pace. “Such a good girl taking me like this.” He leans down to suck on your nipples, the wetness of his tongue sliding around on your skin.

You groan, knowing you’re going to cum any moment now. It had been a while since you and Ash had some intimate time. Any time you were without kids the two of you always caught up with each other or took a nap. It’s always quick handjobs or sloppy blowjobs before the kids wake up.

You still yourself as Ashton slows his pace, dragging out the moment and all you can think about is how sweet his release will be. “Ashton please,” you beg but words are broken. “Please what?” he prompts. “Please go f-faster” you moan and your husband finally picks up his pace. With one hard thrust that has your vision dancing, Ashton is releasing a hot load inside of you, making you cum as well. He pulls out of you, caressing your cheeks, words of praise escaping his lips. He helps you get dressed and he slips his clothes on too. You are lying on your back with Ashton on his side next to you. “My pretty girl,” Ashton whispers and you beam back at him. “I love you.” He kisses your cheek, sliding underneath the covers, catching up on some sleep before you two go pick up the twins.

+++

The first month of school goes by smoothly. It is now a Saturday morning and you have family pictures planned. You usually do it during the fall but decided to do it this year with the weather being warm. Everyone is dressed in matching colors, you and the twins are wearing sundresses, the boys and Ashton wearing colored short-sleeved button-ups and jeans. As you’re putting on your last earring, Ashton sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

"My beautiful wife. Still looking good even at thirty.”

You and Ashton had started your family young, with Ethan going to be eleven soon. You turn around and pecked his lips, grabbing your shoes on the way out of the bedroom. “Boys, let’s turn on the video games please.”

“But mummy-” Jaxon starts.

“Boys. The video games will be here when we get back, please listen to your mummy,” Ashton warns them lightly. The boys nod and turn the television and game console off, standing by the front door. Amelia grabs your hand, wanting to be picked up. “You’re so pwetty, mummy.” You smile and kiss her cheek. “You’re so pretty too, miss Amelia.” Ashton locks the front door behind everyone and helps the girls into their car seats. The car ride to the fairgrounds was thankfully short, Oliver becoming somewhat fussy.

“I think it’s really cool we’re doing carnival-themed pictures!” Ashton tells you after getting everyone out of the car.

“Yes! I’m very excited. It was time for a change.”

After meeting up with the photographer, an old friend of yours, she snaps a few photos of the boys and the girls. She takes some of just you and Ashton and then Ashton with the boys. After she snaps a few of you and the twins, she lines you up in front of the Ferris wheel for a family photo.

With everyone in position, she says “ 1, 2, 3, Y/N’s pregnant with twins!” the camera clicks.

Everyone’s heads whip in your direction. “Did she just say you’re pregnant with twins?” Ashton asks you, eyebrows furrowed. You nod excitedly as he picks you up to twirl you around. You can hear the photographer taking pictures of the precious moment. “How long have you known?!” his voice high and squealy.

You giggle as Ashton puts you down, giving you another kiss. “Just a few days. I called Lindy, our photographer, and told her and she came up with this idea!”

Charlotte comes up to you, tugging the end of your dress. “Mummy? What’s going on?”

Ashton smiles brightly and kneels down to meet her at eye level. “You’re going to have either little sisters or brothers, or one of each! Mummy has babies in her tummy!”

Amelia and Charlotte pat at your stomach while the boys surround you with a hug. After taking more photos, you and Ashton treat the kids to ice cream.

They all sit in the booth next to yours and Ashton’s, talking about names for their future siblings. Ashton smiles and leans over to you, wiping the chocolate ice cream off your chin.

“I have some pretty powerful sperm,” he whispers in your ear and plants a kiss on the side of your face.

Your hand meets the bottom of his ice cream cone, the cold cream hitting him in the face. Ethan looks over and says, “look at daddy!” The rest of the table laughs, smearing their own ice cream on their face. You chuckle, watching this perfect family of yours, knowing this is true happiness.

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